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2024.05.19 04:25 epistles_philippines ‘Mother Mary revived my collapsed lungs, saving me from death’
 | A testimony of miraculous healing through the intercession of Our Lady, Mary Mediatrix of All Grace by Julius Atienza Hermosa from Batangas, Philippines submitted by epistles_philippines to Catholicism [link] [comments] Even when I was young, I already had an immense devotion to Mother Mary, especially her title “Mary, Mediatrix of All Grace”, because of my grandmother’s influence. Exactly a year ago, I was taken to the hospital after being diagnosed with Acute Respiratory Failure secondary to sepsis. There was only one thing that continued to restore my hope—my daily recitation of the rosary while lying in the hospital. I continued to pray to Mary Mediatrix to help me whisper to her son Jesus about my recovery. My relatives, especially Aram, a cousin who owns a miraculous image of Mary Mediatrix, heard how bad my condition was. So he called my brother to come to him. He gave me a cotton ball soaked in oil from the statue of Mary Mediatrix, and along with it is a rosary and a scapular.... Read the updated translation in English and full version in Filipino at [https://epistlesph.com/2024/05/19/julius-hermosa-healing-testimony-mediatrix-of-all-grace/] |
2024.05.19 04:22 epistles_philippines 'Mother Mary revived my collapsed lungs, saving me from death'
 | A testimony of miraculous healing through the intercession of Our Lady, Mary Mediatrix of All Grace by Julius Atienza Hermosa from Batangas, Philippines submitted by epistles_philippines to Catholics_Philippines [link] [comments] Even when I was young, I already had an immense devotion to Mother Mary, especially her title “Mary, Mediatrix of All Grace”, because of my grandmother’s influence. Exactly a year ago, I was taken to the hospital after being diagnosed with Acute Respiratory Failure secondary to sepsis. There was only one thing that continued to restore my hope—my daily recitation of the rosary while lying in the hospital. I continued to pray to Mary Mediatrix to help me whisper to her son Jesus about my recovery. My relatives, especially Aram, a cousin who owns a miraculous image of Mary Mediatrix, heard how bad my condition was. So he called my brother to come to him. He gave me a cotton ball soaked in oil from the statue of Mary Mediatrix, and along with it is a rosary and a scapular.... Read the updated translation in English and full version in Filipino at [https://epistlesph.com/2024/05/19/julius-hermosa-healing-testimony-mediatrix-of-all-grace/] |
2024.05.19 04:20 epistles_philippines 'Mother Mary revived my collapsed lungs, saving me from death'
| | A testimony of miraculous healing through the intercession of Our Lady, Mary Mediatrix of All Grace by Julius Atienza Hermosa from Batangas, Philippines submitted by epistles_philippines to Catholicism [link] [comments] Even when I was young, I already had an immense devotion to Mother Mary, especially her title “Mary, Mediatrix of All Grace”, because of my grandmother’s influence. Exactly a year ago, I was taken to the hospital after being diagnosed with Acute Respiratory Failure secondary to sepsis. There was only one thing that continued to restore my hope—my daily recitation of the rosary while lying in the hospital. I continued to pray to Mary Mediatrix to help me whisper to her son Jesus about my recovery. My relatives, especially Aram, a cousin who owns a miraculous image of Mary Mediatrix, heard how bad my condition was. So he called my brother to come to him. He gave me a cotton ball soaked in oil from the statue of Mary Mediatrix, and along with it is a rosary and a scapular.... Read the updated translation in English and full version in Filipino at [https://epistlesph.com/2024/05/19/julius-hermosa-healing-testimony-mediatrix-of-all-grace/] |
2024.05.19 03:49 Peacock-Shah-III The Committee for the Preservation of the Republic Convention of 1952 Peacock-Shah Alternate Elections
 | “We must all hang together or we shall all hang separately.” submitted by Peacock-Shah-III to Presidentialpoll [link] [comments] Thus quipped Benjamin Franklin as the American colonies joined against the tyranny of George III, the phrase hangs heavy in the imaginations of today’s political opposition. Laden with fears of violence, Chairman Osro Cobb of the Progressive-Federalist National Committee announced the cancellation of the party’s presidential primaries and the formal acquiescence of the party to the Committee for the Preservation of the Republic’s call for a joint presidential nominating convention with the American Liberty League. Yet, with the organization’s President Thomas Schall, once seen as the nearly prohibitive favorite for the nomination, dying in an unforeseen car accident and populist contender Eduardo Chibas taking his own life on live radio, the attempt to unite the opposition must find a candidate able to carry both banners in the face of Philip La Follette’s campaign for a third term. Clare Boothe Luce speaking against the President's support for a moderate socialist government in Indonesia. Leading Candidates: The following candidates are seen as frontrunners for the nomination. Clare Boothe Luce: 49 year old Clare Boothe Luce of Connecticut rose to prominence as Henry Luce’s scandal-ridden yet massively popular First Lady, whose charisma would lead to a popular joke that every Luce voter wished they had voted for Clare despite widely known allegations of mutual marital infidelity. Marrying Henry after divorcing her first husband and entering high society as the author of an all-female play, Luce would become First Lady at the young age of 38 and soon emerge as a face of the American home front amidst the Third Pacific War. Describing the nation as having become a “dictatorial bumbledom,” Luce has echoed the anti-New State ethos of the party and is seen as the candidate of establishment conservatives. Criticizing the very slogan of President La Follette, she has argued that the United States cannot “win the peace” as it has not truly won the war until the defeat of international communism. Clare has supported the Zionist project in Alaska, a unified military command to replace the Department of Peace, and the creation of a defense pact among American allies in the Pacific as the centerpiece of an aggressively interventionist foreign policy declaring “if we are no longer willing to fight for it, our Christian democracy is finished." Yet, Luce has also opposed the creation of a stronger international United Nations to replace the powerless Parliament of Nations. Driven to Catholicism in 1946 following the death of her daughter, even as her ex-president husband gallivanted about with a girlfriend a thousand miles from his wife’s baptism, Luce has emerged as a changed woman, reportedly abandoning her affairs and entering a career in electoral politics with her 1946 election to the Senate. Though Aaron Burr Houston maintained a private devotion to the Church of Rome, Clare has taken her faith with a zeal heretofore unseen in American politics, using the Senate as a pulpit to preach against “materialism” and a spiritual decline as the root of both communism and fascism, slyly suggesting that the rise of the Pentecostal, Immannuelite, and Mormon faiths has come hand-in-hand with the nation’s fascist surge as she has publicly wished that “the whole world would be Catholic.” Despite defenses from Presbyterian former President Luce, Clare’s faith has weakened her amongst convention delegates fearing the alienation of firmly Protestant voters. Yet her charm, wealth, and ability to attract millions in funding from backers such as Henry Ford II while winning key endorsements such as that of Richard Nixon has catapulted her to the front of the field. A candid photo of the nation's leading Texan with a fried chicken dinner. Had you asked an observer in 1940 whether Pappy O'Daniel might one day be President the answer would almost certainly be yes, yet many wonder whether the dynamic country singer has waited past his turn. W. Lee O’Daniel: 62 year old Senator W. Lee O’Daniel, better known as Pappy, rose to prominence in his late 20s as an architect of domestic policy during Aaron Burr Houston’s third term, being largely credited with the introduction of an old age pension system funded by a consumption tax. After making his way to the fore of Texas politics on his own through the integration of musical numbers and a widely popular radio show with his political antics, O’Daniel would turn from an upset gubernatorial defeat in the 1938 midterms to organizing Aaron Burr Houston’s campaign for a fourth term in the White House as the nation’s last hope against Charles Lindbergh. Accused by critics of puppeteering a dementia ridden 86 year old out of his own lust for power, O’Daniel would serve as Secretary of the Treasury for a year before being unceremoniously removed from the cabinet by Henry Luce for his critique of the American attack on Pearl Harbor and opposition to the draft, leaving him in political isolation as the Texan distinguished himself by demanding the execution of striking laborers as crucial to the war effort over his radio show. A steadfast isolationist, O’Daniel’s foreign policy views have made him a favorite among Liberty League libertarians. Depicting himself as nearly as conservative as Luce on domestic issues with an isolationist foreign policy able to appeal to the Midwest, O’Daniel has emphasized ties to the legendary ABH and anti-alcohol views he claims can over the rural South. O’Daniel has also sought to use Luce’s Catholicism into an issue, seeking the support of Ben Gitlow through their shared membership in the Evangelical Christian Right. Yet, O’Daniel has been seen as the least committed among the candidates to the Committee’s pro-democracy ideals, while others question his fitness for office based on his eccentric manners as a cabinet Secretary and Senator, with Eleanor B. Roosevelt’s 1936 running mate Dan Moody remarking that “Pappy is as lost at the Treasury as I would be in a circus trapeze.” Lucius D. Clay as an Administrator during the post-war occupation of Korea. Lucius D. Clay: A distant relative of former President Henry Clay, 54 year old General of the Army turned banker Lucius D. Clay of Georgia has been the subject of a draft movement seeking to secure a candidate with the allure of a war hero after an attack on right wing generals such as Harold George, “some of whom are my own classmates,” accusing them of leading the party astray with the nomination of the ultra-conservative Benjamin Gitlow. Clay has portrayed himself as the candidate of order, supporting, as the others do, the prosecution of Blackshirts and the freeing of prosecuted opposition politicians. However, Clay, a former administrator of Lindbergh-era public works programs, is the only candidate to stop short of supporting the abolition of the New State, with backers instead focusing on the renowned administrative talent that led Douglas MacArthur to quip that Clay “could run General Motors or General Bradley’s army.” Despite his reticence to campaign at the convention, Clay’s moderation, vague platform, connections, and war hero status have won over a significant segment of delegates. John Sampson Cooper on the cover of Henry Luce's Time magazine. John Sampson Cooper: Named for martyred Admiral William T. Sampson not long after the First Pacific War dramatically ended with the Second Battle of Hawai’i, 50 year old Kentucky Senator John Sampson Cooper has led an underdog campaign of moderate liberals led by young activists Mark Hatfield and Chuck Mathias and Tannenbaum territorial delegate Jacob Javits. Returning home from Yale to find his father on his deathbed and his beloved Pulaski County burned to the ground amidst the Revolution, Cooper would be elected to county leadership at age 24, famously responding to a legal requirement that he evict the impoverished by personally paying their debts, earning the moniker “the poor man’s judge” as he emerged as a major figure in post-Revolutionary reconciliation in Kentucky. Returning home once more from service as a military attache in the Third Pacific War, Cooper would oust incumbent Farmer-Laborite Jerry Spencer in a 1944 upset, delaying taking his seat to serve as a legal advisor to hundreds of thousands of displaced Indonesians before emerging as a Senate leader in bringing the United States closer to India and other nations newly liberated from colonialism. While eschewing the isolationism of O’Daniel, Cooper has demonstrated a far more relaxed stand on foreign policy than Luce, opposing aggressive anti-communism abroad while depicting the United States as a great mediator of peace in situations such as the violence in Palestine or partition of India. The reported favorite of Fulgencio Batista despite Cooper’s criticism of Batista as insufficiently committed to democracy, the Kentuckian has managed to maintain a widespread popularity with labor that has led many to speculate that Cooper would be the only candidate able to win the endorsement of organized labor and an imprisoned John L. Lewis. Lacking the celebrity draw of Senator Luce, Cooper has countered with a far more detailed platform, calling for the opening of American borders to the world’s refugees, massively increased federal aid to education, and, in stances that have left him anathema to many party conservatives, support for universal health insurance, coal subsidies, and public housing. A self admitted “truly terrible public speaker," Cooper’s political independence has won him the support of Will Rogers Jr. and made him a favorite of the modern liberal wing of the Liberty League. Luis A. Ferre's El Dia newspaper, later renamed El Nuevo Dia. Other Candidates: The following are seen as major contenders for the nomination, but lag behind the frontrunner candidates. Luis A. Ferre: Among the most grim results of the 1948 elections emerged from the Caribbean, where states once considered the most loyally anti-Farmer-Labor in America crossed the aisle for the first time in history. With strategists seeing the path to the presidency running through the island states, many among the electorally minded have flocked to 48 year old Puerto Rico Senator Luis A. Ferre, publisher of the nation’s largest Spanish language newspaper, El Nuevo Dia. A classically trained pianist who has focused his senatorial career on securing funding for the arts, Ferre has referred to the United States as the “moral summit of the world,” while aligning himself in the middle on economic policy, calling for “addressing the inequalities of society” by selling off public land at a low price and supporting federal public housing with an emphasis on rural revitalization, in addition to a call for a 4% Christmas bonus on the grounds of the Jesus Amendment. James A. Rhodes: "Every time I take a position on an issue, I lose two percent of the people. If I do that 50 times, I have everybody mad at me," the quip encapsulates the philosophy of 43 year old Ohio Governor James A. “Jim” Rhodes and his backers. Emerging as the favorite of many convention delegates who have argued that the best path forward for a united campaign is a steadfast focus on bread and butter issues, Rhodes has remarked that “there are only three issues in this campaign: jobs, jobs, and jobs,” and has argued that to win the power necessary to destroy the New State and its legacies, any anti-La Follette campaign must focus on people’s lives and the economy, not vague notions of democracy and American ideals. Born in the hills of Appalachia, Rhodes would be forced out of college after failing every class, only to work his way into the Mayoralty of Columbus, before unexpectedly catapulting himself to the Ohio Governorship before the age of 40, where he has governed with a moderate conservatism focused on local issues such as water rights and a program to "put a college education within 25 miles of every boy and girl” that has been praised as a national model. The King of Country. Write-In Candidates: The following candidates can win the nomination, but are either presently supporting other candidates and thus only subject to draft movements rather than an active campaign or lack adequate first ballot support. Roy Acuff: 49 year old Roy Acuff of Tennessee was christened “The King of Country Music” for smash hits such as Wabash Cannonball, leading fellow musician Hank Williams to quip “book him and you don’t worry about crowds…for drawing power in the South, it’s Roy Acuff, then God.” Yet, after a rumor that Governor Buford Elington had labeled his music “disgraceful,” Acuff would embrace the label “king of the Hillbillies” in the 1948 election cycle to trade his acoustic throne for the Governor’s chair. Declaring that “any business must be put on a business plan, and so must a state government,” Acuff has cut the budget while requiring the Ten Commandments to be posted in government buildings, increasing state pensions, instituting a free school textbook program, cooperating with the La Follette Administration on the hydroelectric Tennessee Valley Authority, and has controversially called for additional restrictions on firearm ownership. Widely considered a possible frontrunner for his celebrity status if a primary were to have been held, Acuff has supported O’Daniel at the convention, yet has evasively refused to disavow a draft movement arising from his pro-union sympathies that many suspect could bring Fulgencio Batista into the fold alongside John L. Lewis, Jimmy Hoffa, and the opposition Farmer-Laborites. Joseph H. Jackson: A Mississippi farm boy who taught himself reading and mathematics, 52 year old Joseph H. Jackson, President of the largest predominantly black church in America, the American Baptist Convention, has emerged as the favorite of former Gitlow ally Billy J. Hargis for his right-wing populist views and claim to be able to win millions of black voters back from President La Follette. Calling to “save the nation, in order to save the individual citizen, and the race," Jackson has focused his attacks on La Follette for violating “civil order,” and extended this critique to opposition protests. Making the radical proposal to not merely denationalize the General Trades Union, but to destroy it entirely, Jackson has called for the severing of diplomatic recognition to all communist nations and international intervention to spread “the liberating power of our federal constitution and the supreme law of the land, the American ideals of freedom and democracy.” However, Jackson has fallen from major candidate status after an investigation by the Labor Department into allegedly abusing unpaid labor at a daycare and using church donations to buy himself a mansion and a sports car. America's chief penny pincher speaks. Henry S. Breckinridge: The only member of the Liberty League at the fore of presidential consideration, 66 year old New York Congressman Henry Skillman Breckinridge ran alongside Al Capone in 1936 in the campaign that doomed the Commonwealth alliance, but has reinvented his career since by working to ally Federalist and Liberty League causes against La Follette and serving as the organization’s House leader. Advocating a heavily internationalist vision in line somewhere between that of Cooper and Luce, Breckinridge’s commitment to small government classical liberalism and a strict construction of the constitution has made him the favorite of Liberty League loyalists and some party conservatives. However, it is considered unlikely for a Liberty League member to win outright due to Progressive-Federalists comprising a majority of convention delegates. Eleanor Butler Roosevelt: 63 year old former President Eleanor Butler Roosevelt was promoted for the nomination for months by her former counsel turned the “voice of impeachment,” Richard Nixon, who has noted that her re-election would have stopped the rise of fascism in its tracks. However, content with retirement, the writing of her memoirs, and the promotion of Nixon’s career, Roosevelt has categorically refused to seek the presidency. Nonetheless, she is expected to receive votes on the convention’s opening ballot from admirers. Benjamin Muse: 54 year old former Virginia Governor Benjamin Muse won an upset victory in 1945 to be elected Governor against the campaigning of President La Follette. An establishment Federalist and charismatic writer, Muse received significant support as a candidate but has declined to contest the convention and worked to promote the nomination of Clare Boothe Luce after a meeting with Henry Luce. H.R. Gross: 53 year old Iowa Governor and 1948 Progressive vice presidential nominee Harold Royce Gross has gained renown for his steadfast economic conservatism, vetoing every proposed state budget increase throughout his tenure and calling for a complete end to foreign aid in addition to the dismantling of the New State; avoiding moral arguments, Gross has opposed atomic bombings and war on the grounds that both are too financially costly. A hero of the party right, Gross has declined to seek the presidency himself, citing his refusal to attend fundraising parties rather than watch Iowa football games, and is expected to support Pappy O’Daniel or Jim Rhodes on the convention floor. 46 year old Samuel Ichiye Hayakawa has been elected interim Chairman of the Convention. View Poll |
2024.05.18 23:58 AustralianChrono Chronologica's Drag Race Season 6: Episode 1- Prove Your Worth
 | https://i.redd.it/lnq1hwinb91d1.gif submitted by AustralianChrono to ChronologicasDragRace [link] [comments] In a bright yellow wig, her hair up to high heavens, and a massive black coat with a pair of matching black boots that go up to cover above the coat, Molly Moppit walks in. With a smile on her face, Molly Moppit looks up at the pink wallpaper of the room. “I want that.” Molly smirks, ripping off her coat to reveal a minidress made out of the same pink wallpaper of the werkroom. “Mopped it!” Molly looks around at the empty room. “…and nobody here to see me stun.” She shrugs. “Pity for them!” Molly Moppit: “I’m Molly Moppit, and I’m here to run away with the competition.” Molly winks. “This table’s cuuute.” Molly looks over at the table, before running to a sculpture on the side of the workroom and trying to pull at the sculpture, before realizing it’s glued to the floor. “FUCK!” Molly Moppit: “I am currently based in New Jersey, but I'm a New York staple, as well.” Molly grins. “First and foremost, I’m a NEW JERSEY DRAG QUEEN.” “What about the…” Molly swipes at a coat hanger, tucking it behind her back. Molly Moppit: “Being an Atlantic City Queen means being ready to do what you can to survive. It’s a cutthroat lifestyle, and that’s fine. It taught me to host, perform, serve looks, make ‘em laugh… and it’ll help me to win.” “You saw nothing.” Molly smiles. A lone tumbleweed rolls into the werkroom as clouds of red dust fill the entrance. There are two loud bangs, and on the far wall of the room, two bullet holes tear into the eyes of a hanging portrait of Chronologica. Molly looks over as the portrait falls to the ground, the glass of the frame shattering loudly. When she looks back, a masked bandit stands amidst their midst, blowing smoke from his old-timey pistol. In a cowboy hat, long black jacket, beaded vest, and denim chaps, Ethan Angel-Eye glowers, his nose and mouth hidden behind a vigilante’s black bandana. The room is silent for a long moment. Molly Moppit: “It’s a Mexican Stand-Off. And I’m NOT talking.” Molly and Ethan stare at each other. Ethan Angel-Eye: “Please welcome the best performer this side of the Mississippi, your very own Apache-Dakota bandit vigilante drag king, and the only person here who actually needs to win. I’ve beaten Kaneq and Vitória in lip sync competitions, I’ve out-danced professionally trained celebs; I’m unstoppable onstage and I’m always providing that debonaire dastardly Western rogue fantasy. I’m Ethan Angel-Eye, and I’ve got my eye on this crown.” “The fuck are you supposed to be?” Ethan asks, looking Molly up and down as he strides into the room, his voice low and gravelly. “I’m Molly Moppit, what the fuck YOU supposed to be?” Molly raises an eyebrow. Molly Moppit: “Are we cosplaying as ugly men this season?” “Cute.” Ethan brushes past Molly, and then hops up on one of the werkroom tables, sinking into a menacing squat and looming over the space like a vulture. “It’s pinker here than I thought it’d be.” Ethan glares, looking at her wallpaper look. Molly scoffs. “Course it’s pink. Do you watch the show?” “Do you watch the show?” Ethan parrots back, doing a crude impression of Molly’s voice. “I breathe this show.” Ethan Angel-Eye: “I am not a pretty faerie princess, and I am not everyone’s cup of tea, but I know how to win this, in and out. Some petty little bitch isn’t getting in my way.” “Ooooh, he’s a hater. Love.” Molly laughs, looking up at Ethan as he perches on the table. “What’s your name, my little masked bandit? Here to take some shots at me?” “Ethan Angel-Eye.” Ethan cocks his head to the side. “My shots don’t miss.” “Neither do mine.” Molly smirks. Ethan looks around, as he realizes a button of his top has gone missing. A tall, proud Indian woman struts out from the werkroom entrance, with many elaborate blue hair clips and a strikingly long blue gown which cascades in wave-like shapes behind her into a long train. She gestures broadly with her hands, emphasizing each syllable of her words as if they’re the most important thing anyone’s ever said. “WA-TER-FALL!!!!” Niagara Halls: “New York in the HOUSE what-what!! Hey divas, it’s me, your Desi-American god-DESS of season 6, here to bring upstate pageantry and that Canadian border flair to your screens. I KNOW I’m serving as a pageant fashion icon in this entrance look, you can’t tell me otherwise. Don’t I look GORGEOUS?!” Niagara Halls twirls, the blue gown’s long train wrapping around her feet, then swirling back out again, where it smacks Molly in the knee. “Um, hello, waterfall woman.” Molly exclaims, pulling away to avoid being smacked again. “Hello, hello!” Niagara Halls waves an emphatic wave to Molly and Ethan before daintily picking up her gown’s train with one hand and gently striding to sit at the werkroom table Ethan is perched on. “How are we?” Molly reaches over and snatches a hair clip from Niagara’s hair, causing several long brown locks to tumble into Niagara’s face. “Oh! You–” Niagara looks baffled. “So it’s gonna be THAT kind of season!” Ethan rolls his eyes, looking decidedly down at the two girls. Molly laughs. “No, oh my gosh! I just love these clips! Where’d you get them?” Niagara pulls the fallen hair out of her face and clips it into another one of her clips, chuckling. “You WISH I would tell you. You could use the help with that mop!” “MOP!” Molly bursts out laughing. “You don’t even know!” “What’s your drag, what’s your name, who are you both? I need to know who I’m demolishing here.” Niagara smiles a huge smile, talking with her hands again. “But where is the clips from?” Molly asks. “I-” Niagara looks into the mirror. “...You didn’t buy the clips?!” Molly says dramatically, putting on a gasping face. “Who did?!” “What’s your names?” Niagara smiles awkwardly. Niagara Halls: “My Drag Mother helped with the outfit! I don’t know!” “I’m Molly Moppit.” Molly grins. “Atlantic City roya–” Ethan interrupts. “Ethan Angel-Eye. And you’re Niagara Halls.” Niagara enthusiastically tosses her hair (and all of its clips) back and forth. “I KNOW you know me, that’s right, that’s right!” Ethan nods. “You lost Miss Toronto to Vitória Benedita.” Niagara gasps. Niagara Halls: “How did this MAN KNOW me?!” Ethan Eagle-Eye: “Does no one look at reddit on their way to the season? Scope the competition out.” A mysterious black mist seeps through the entrance of the werkroom, followed by a devilish laugh. Lokii struts in, and flips a green cape, revealing their face and leather-clad body. Golden horns, almost corrupted with black veins connected to his face, just from Lokii’s forehead. In thin black hands, Lokii holds a corrupted golden scepter and a smoke machine. She smirks, and her Londoner accent is obvious when she speaks. “I am Lokii, of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.” “We’re all stealing something, aren’t we?” Molly jokes. “I don’t get it.” Niagara says. “Loki. Marvel.” Ethan says gruffly. “Welcome, nerd.” Molly smiles, as Lokii runs over. Lokii blushes deep red. “Oh my gosh. Hello!” Lokii: “I’m Lokii, and low-key? Aye, I’m pretty bloody psyched to be here! I’m 22 years old, visiting from across the pond by way of South London, and like, I’m pretty new to drag, but cosplay has been a huge part of my life since I was really young, and I’ve felt really called to take it in this new direction!” “So are you really called Lokii? Like the Norse god?” Molly investigates every inch of Lokii’s outfit. “The… Disney character?” Niagara ponders. “I don’t watch superhero movies.” “They are.” Ethan flexes his ankles, looking at Lokii with an intense stare. “You’re the Tumblr cosplayer, right?” Lokii nods, smiling. “Yeah! Loki was the first character I did in cosplay. We have a long history, he and I!” “And so you came to Chronologica’s Drag Race dressed up in your little Marvel cosplay character!” Niagara chuckles nastily. Lokii laughs awkwardly, making their way to the table. “Yep!” “You look incredible, by the way.” Lokii smiles at Niagara. “This is a really beautiful garment.” “I KNOW, baby, thank you.” Niagara smiles daggers. “You’re pretty new, right?” Lokii looks surprised. “Oh, I–” “JUST teasing!” Niagara laughs. Lokii: “I have.. Not been doing drag, that long. But I have been crafting, designing and MAKING things for years. I think that’s my edge…” Lokii smiles slightly awkwardly. Ethan Angel-Eye: “So far, the girls are…childish.” “Wait, what’s this?” Lokii picks up a brown paper bag on one of the werkroom tables and reads something written on it in sharpie. “Barf bags…for if you gag too hard?” Niagara makes a face. “What the fuck?” Suddenly, in a sculpted silver one-piece with sharp ridges and bulky shoulders, a stylized mop of blonde and pink curls, super-shadowed fierce makeup and chunky black boots with chains, Lady Gag arrives. In an exact recreation of one of Lady Gaga’s looks from the 2009 VMAs, she purrs. “Dirty pony, I can’t wait to hose you down.” Ethan makes an obvious look of disgust. Niagara stops laughing very suddenly. Molly laughs even harder. “HEAVY METAL LOVER!” Lokii yells, before covering her mouth as if she is in fear of being too loud. Lady Gag: “When our Lord and Saviour Gaga said ‘No matter gay, straight, or bi', lesbian, transgender life?” Lady Gaga smirks. “She was talking first and foremost about me. Are you gagging? I’m Lady Gag, foremost Gaga impersonator of Miami, Florida, and the most gag-worthy woman known to man. Mama I am known to man, if you know what I mean.” Lady Gag strikes poses in the entrance, twisting her arms into strange shapes and cocking her head at strange angles. “Everyone, just imagine Alejandro is playing over this.” “I’m imagining it.” Molly says, smiling and still laughing. Niagara looks nonplussed, Ethan looks dismissive, and Lokii looks shy, but Molly warmly greets Lady Gag with a firm handshake. “Welcome, Miss Gaga, welcome! You’re giving very 2000 and late! I’m Molly Moppit. Atlantic City roya–” “MRS. Moppit.” Lady Gag stops her, putting a hand up. “Don’t try to read me with those smile lines and bags under your eyes. I’m 2000 and fresh off the boat if you ever saw it. You will not be coming for me on this, the day of my arrival.” Molly’s jaw drops. She looks thrilled. Niagara smiles softly. “You’re going to talk about her looks when you’re a copy-and-paste baby? LOVE to see a tiny little fighter.” Niagara Halls: “The good thing about doing drag that’s literally on the Canadian-American border is that I can leave the worst of both sides behind. Canadians, watch out: I will NOT be apologizing for my shade! And I can say THIS… who the fuck is Lady Gag?” “Your shade needs work, I think.” Lady Gag says. “It’s about as dark as midday in FLORIDA. I would know.” Ethan’s eyes give away his smile. He sits back on the table, relaxing for the first time, to listen to the girls snip back and forth. Ethan Angel-Eye: “I’m watching these girls, and I think, good. Let them fight. If this is the energy first day, they’re never gonna be able to focus on a challenge, and that’s perfect for me.” “I BET you would know Florida pretty well!” Niagara shoots back. “That contour job looks pretty Florida Man to me.” “I am a WOMAN and you will treat me with respect!” Lady Gag yells dramatically. Niagara looks confused, almost as if she is unsure if Gag is playing into the shade or not. Molly chuckles. “Girls, girls, oh my gosh! This is gonna be fun as fuck.” Lokii looks utterly horrified and speechless. There’s a sound of heels approaching, and the contestants turn to look at the entrance. “Please give me another crazy bitch,” Molly joke-pleads. “Please!” In a heavy, blood red reconstructed kimono covered in pearlescent white beads, Shiseido Red slowly struts into the werkroom. Her hair is bold, black and sculpted upwards into a towering beehive, and her silhouette is intricate, yet the restructuring of the kimono lets her show off her legs. “Paint the town red?” She cackles. “Baby, just paint these lips.” Shiseido blows a kiss. Lokii whoops. Ethan’s eyes glint with recognition. “An old bitch. Thank goodness.” Niagara vigorously applauds. Lady Gag still looks caught up in the fight from before. Molly looks concerned, before putting on a smile. “Oh, it’s YOU!” Molly yells. Molly Moppit: “I know Shiseido from the New York scene. I travel around the area, and she doesn’t.” Molly smiles. “Ahh, you’re here!” Shiseido ignores the others around her, looking straight at Molly. “Would you take my bags to that corner of the werkroom over there?” Shiseido asks, pointing to the farthest (and largest) dressing alcove. “I’d rather not.” Molly drops the playful facade for a moment, as the two look at each other. Shiseido Red: “Darlings. I’m Shiseido Red, and I’m no spring chicken. I am 45 years old and proud–I have a long legacy in New York City that will outlive any of these basic-bitch children. I was a princess of the 90s club scene and now, I’m their grand duchess. In my scene, we’re all about originality, ingenuity, innovation. So… nothing like what most of these kids are wearing.” Lokii scurries over to Shiseido. “This kimono is incredible.” Shiseido smiles curtly. “It’s certainly one step up from a costume, yes.” Lokii looks awkwardly. Molly tries to roll one of Shiseido’s suitcases from where it’s parked near the entrance and fails to move it despite pulling with all her strength. Nobody seems to notice. Molly Moppit: “Damn it, I was going to take half of her shit- subtly!” Niagara waves a broad hello. “HELLO NEW YORK! I’m SO glad you’re here, these girls are all WHORES so far.” Niagara goes in for a hug, but Shiseido moves away. “I’m sorry…do I know you?” Shiseido asks, clearly baffled. Lady Gag loudly guffaws. Niagara laughs once, awkwardly. “Oh, yes!” Niagara blushes, pulling away from her failed hug and gesturing wildly with her hands. “I’m Niagara Halls, mama. We worked together at–” “All you young girls blend together for me.” Shiseido shrugs. “Name doesn’t ring a bell.” Molly, laughing under her breath, opens Shiseido’s suitcase while she’s distracted and snatches a blonde curly wig. Molly Moppit: “I don’t get along with Shiseido. But I know this- she has good wigs… and I KNOW that old lady is a smart bitch. Whether or not she actually knows Niagara, she won’t admit it. Throw the girl off. I see you, mama.” “Aha.” Niagara looks put off. “No worries. It was just last year when–” “Hello, children.” Shiseido addresses the group like a troop leader. “I fear you look as bland as expected.” Lady Gag starts up again. “GIRL, this is not–” It’s Drag Time! Chronologica steps into the werkroom, and the gathered contestants gasp in shock–except Ethan, who looks over passively. Ethan Angel-Eye: “Interrupted at 6. So it’s a split premiere…which hasn’t happened since Season 3. Just, of course…of course it would be…” Molly hurriedly closes Shiseido’s suitcase and tucks the stolen wig into her top. Lady Gag, Niagara, and Lokii rush over towards Chronologica excitedly, while Shiseido and Ethan take their time, making eye contact as they do. Hello, racers! I’m thrilled to welcome you to the fantabulous Season 6 of Chronologica’s Drag Race! Here, you’ll be competing for the chance to win a spectacular crown and scepter from Moxie Maniac jewels, plus an extra-special grand prize of $100,000. Everyone cheers and applauds. One of you could become the next Drag Superstar…orrrr one of the other bitches who shows up next week could snatch the crown away from all of you. This week is your chance to prove your worth before any of those nasty skanks come and get in your way. Lady Gag: “Quite simply, yes. We ALL know Gaga is THE queen. I can guarantee I’ll be the one to get her her crown!” For your very first challenge, you’re putting on a premiere talent show. Show us what YOU can do that no one else can, and show us who you are. First impressions count! And you’d better hope it’s not a countDOWN…good luck! And don’t fuck it up! Shiseido Red: “Believe me, for some of these baby girls? The countdown’s already started.” Shiseido smirks. “I’m prepared for a talent show. I’ve been talented since I was born.” ~ Later, the monarchs strip out of their entrance looks and claim their dressing areas. Shiseido Red: “For this week’s maxi challenge, it’s time for us to showcase our abilities in a talent show. But first, it’s time to get to know each other.” Without a word, Ethan picks up Shiseido’s heavy suitcases and moves them to her preferred corner. “A gentleman.” Shiseido smiles, looking at Ethan’s bandana. “My faceless guardian.” Ethan chuckles. “No. You’re just not my mark today.” “Your mark? Alright. You’re an assassin, of sorts.” Shiseido ponders. “Mhm.” Shiseido Red: “Ethan is giving some sort of Bessie Big Sky-Jupiter Sterling story…but evil? It’s a very specific take, I’ll give him that…I’m at least…curious.” Ethan looks serious. “Assassin. You could say that.” Ethan retrieves his own bags and puts them next to Shiseido’s, just as Lokii enthusiastically hurries up towards the two-person dressing alcove. “Oh, sorry!” Lokii says, chuckling awkwardly. “I would love to uh, room with Shiseido, here, uh, the other girls are kinda mean and–” Ethan looks over, one eyebrow raised. Shiseido makes a face. “Baby. You’re not old enough to be here.” Lokii blanches. “No worries, then.” She scurry off. “...If she bantered back, I’d have had her.” Shiseido responds. “The baby queens can’t take it. No surprise.” Ethan grumbles. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Niagara, Molly, and Lady Gag each make for separate adjacent dressing stations. Lokii stands awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lokii: “The producers very clearly told us that we had to share 4 of the dressing rooms, two racers per room. But none of the girls are willing to share with each other… what’s … happening right now? Where am I supposed to go?” Niagara carefully changes out of her blue gown and puts on a comfortable yellow sweatsuit, then starts picking the clips out of her hair one by one. She watches Ethan and Shiseido across the room as Ethan takes off the bandana covering his face for the first time, then lets out the loudest gasp imaginable and throws her arms to the side, shocked. Blue butterfly clips fall to the ground everywhere. Lady Gag gives Niagara a look in between racks of hanging clothes. “Diva, what the FUCK are you doing?” Niagara whispers loudly. “Looooook!!!!” She aggressively points at Ethan, who is currently changing his shirt. Ethan very clearly and visibly has scratchy scruffy facial hair, and no makeup on the bottom half of his face. Niagara looks gagged. “That’s a MAN, Maury!” Niagara Halls: “I didn’t expect him to look like that, out of drag… kinda tracks, THOUGH!” Niagara cackles. Lady Gag yells across the room. “Mister Ethan!” Ethan looks over as he takes off his beaded vest and reveals his bare chest, clearly showcasing obvious top surgery scars. Lady Gag looks back to Niagara. “Queens recognize kings. Are you gagging yet?” “Not on your copy-and-paste eleganza.” Niagara shakes her head, then takes a step and slips on the fallen butterfly clips, awkwardly plopping on her butt. Niagara Halls: “We’ve had many trans divas compete in this competition- me included. But is this the first trans man here?” Niagara ponders. While Niagara has fallen, Molly sneaks in and grabs some more blue clips off the ground. I’m ba-ack! Chronologica waves from the entrance. Lokii returns the wave. Everyone else hurriedly finishes changing. Our producers let me know that we’re having some trouble getting into our dressing stations. We do actually need you to share space, here, now. Lokii: “I kinda was just waiting around- when they came in. I guess I kinda looked.. Awkward.” Lokii exhales. “This is a lot.” Lokii nods. Lady Gag and Niagara roll their eyes. Molly tuts excitedly. Molly Moppit: “I live for this drama, honestly. It’s so stuuupid I love it. I’m gonna make this shit eat up as much time as I can.” “Our space is set, Miss C.” Shiseido says assuredly. Great. So, which one of you three wants to share space with Lokii? “I KNOW you’re not equating Miss GAGA to a Disney gay–” Lady Gag smirks. Niagara shakes her head. “Well, I don’t think our visions are exactly aligned–” Molly winks, looking at the others. “I’m not cut out for sharing…” She says cheekily. Lokii stands awkwardly, a bit embarrassed. Okay, fine. Which two of you want to share with each other? Niagara scoffs. “The impersonator? That raggedy-ass mop bitch? I am not–” Girls. Chronologica looks annoyed. Okay. Let’s be serious. “No, of course, I’d love to work with Lokii in our space.” Molly smiles. Molly Moppit: “I am a playful artist, but I do take this seriously- and I look around, and Lokii looks like a deer in headlights. It’s a competition. But I’ll make her feel welcome. I mean, she’s better then the Gaga impersonator and fucking Niagara Halls.” She takes a sip of her drink. … Molly Moppit: “Can we circle back to Lady Gag as a name? Like be inspired and be an orignator but LADY GAG?! I DON’T GET IT!” She bursts, interrupting herself from finishing her drink. Shiseido and Ethan, who have returned to their corner, give each other a look. Ethan Angel-Eye: “It’s just like the last few seasons. All the kids are incompetent. No surprise.” I’ll leave you to it. Now. I’ll see you on the main stage. Let’s keep it professional, alright? Chronologica departs, and Molly drags her singular small suitcase into Niagara’s dressing station. She drops the bag heavily, and all of the butterfly clips Molly has stolen spill out of it onto the floor. “Where’s my clips?!” Niagara yells. Lokii and Molly look at each other, and Molly giggles. ~ Chronologica goes to visit the racers. Hello, Mr. Angel-Eye. “Chronologica.” Ethan says gruffly. Now, you’re drag family, right?! The other’s ears pick up, as Ethan nods. “Yeah, I used to be related to Bessie Big Sky. But we’re not talking about that, we’re talking about my talent show.” Ethan says, clearly displeased. Shiseido Red: “Oh… Inteeeeerersting.” Shiseido purses her lips. “This makes a lot of sense.” Totally. Well, tell me then, what ARE you doing for the talent show? “I’m from Montana. We’re not basic-ass pageant queens, who haven’t fought for anything a day in their life-“ Niagara’s head turns over to Ethan’s conversation as she has caught interest, clearly offended. Niagara Halls: “Wow.” Niagara is looking in a complete state of shock in her confessional room. “… Alright.” Niagara nods. “…because life’s hard,” Ethan continues. “I was a rez kid, I was in the foster care system, I been through some shit. And I’ve picked up a few skills along the way. So I will be doing a Projectile Weaponry Showcase.” Interesting. What does that entail? “Pistols, throwing knives, bow and arrow, shotgun.” Ethan nods. “I’m a good shot, no matter what I’m shooting.” Fuck yeah. Ethan smiles for a moment, before nodding. I was raised at my local gun club, over in La Perouse, Sydney. I know a good few weapons. How are you going to make it dragged up? “I do it my way. Ethan Angel-Eye is the evil Indian from cowboys and Indians. He’s a vigilante bandit, and these are a bandit’s weapons. I’ve got a story. I know what I do in my performance space- to me, the art stands for itself. I don’t need bells and whistles, because this has never been done before.” If you keep us excited, well that’s all that matters. Ethan nods. “I will.” … Niagara Halls. “Chronologica.” Niagara smiles. Now, you’re a pageant Queen. How is that going to impact you in this competition? “Well, MAMA!” Niagara says excitedly, talking with her hands. “For me, it’s about serving. I’m pretty, I’m gorgeous and I am not scared to CUT a bitch when I want to.” Niagara draws a line across her throat with one hand. Chronologica chuckles. Tell me, what are you doing for the talent show? “Yodeling.” Niagara smiles brightly. …Yodelling? Are you a singer? “NOT at ALL.” Niagara shakes her head. “Like, I’d probably say I am a bad singer.” Then…why are you yodeling? “For me, it’s about standing out. I wanted to deliver something no one has really done, make it camp, and then stun on the runway.” Niagara tongue pops. But do you feel like you are able to do this well? If you’re not a singer- “I feel like it’s an opportunity to showcase what I can do, and make it fun.” Niagara smiles. Okay. Well, good luck… …. Molly Moppit! “Shhh.” Molly whispers, pointing Chronologica to outside. I- “Let’s chat outside; I don’t need them hearing.” Molly whispers, as the two walk to the smoking area outside. The others look confused as the two disappear. “Cigarette?” Molly hands one to Chronologica. Is that from my packet- Okay, tell me, Molly, what’s your talent show? “For me, I do really take my drag seriously.” Molly smiles. “But I don’t need them all to know that, initially.” I get it. So, what are you doing for the talent show? Molly whips out a packet of notes. Chronologica grins. “I’ll be presenting onto the main stage, MOPPING DUTY. It’s a live freestyle Diss Track of the Cast of Season 6.” Molly smirks. “And I’ve got the notes for it.” Why is it called… Mopping Duty? “Because I am about to wash these bitches out and mop the crown, duh.” Molly chuckles. Chronologica bursts into laughter. I think that’s a fantastic idea. “I don’t want them to know what I’m doing, because part of the work here is centered around making them react. I’m great off the cuff- and planned, secretly. So, for me it’s really important to get to embrace all of that.” I am really excited to see how you do it, Molly. Molly grins. “I am too.” Molly Moppit: “I am going to blow these bitches out of the water, they just don’t know it yet.” Molly winks. ~ The next day, the racers twirl into the werkroom and get ready for the talent show. Lady Gag: “It’s time for the talent show, and I’m ready. Are these girls ready? Well, they should be, because… I’m coming for them.” “So, what are you bitches doing for the talent show?” Lady Gag asks, plaiting her hair. “I mean, I know some…” Niagara starts to yodel. Ethan rolls his eyes. Ethan Angel-Eye: “Bitches. The way these children talk.” “I’m not a bitch, first of all.” Shiseido says. “So let us start there, lookalike.” “Okay, I was just talking like us girls do.” Lady Gag scoffs. “Do you know actual Drag Queens?” Shiseido asks. Lady Gag rolls her eyes. Lokii whispers under her breath. “So much shade…” “I’m doing a Stand-Up show.” Lady Gag flicks back her hair. “I’ve been told I’m a funny bitch, so-” Everyone looks surprised. Molly Moppit: “She’s a comedian?” Molly bursts into laughter. “Oh, let’s be honest, her biggest joke is her name!” “Have you done comedy?” Lokii asks. “Actually, yes.” Lady Gag smiles. “In my room, to my family…” “Love.” Niagara clicks her fingers. “Werk, bitch, creativity…” Shiseido Red: “I am starting to notice something. These girls claim to be experienced, knowledgeable- but then, you speak to them, and suddenly they’re like ‘I’ve done this… at home.’ Lacking experience. It SHOWS.” “I am a designer and club kid.” Shiseido smiles to herself. “I’d love to hear about what that was like.” Lokii interrupts. “Well, if you survive the first week, you might hear it.” Shiseido says swiftly. Lokii looks to the left, then down. “I’m doing a megamix to 90s club anthems, and designing a look all the while.” Shiseido nods. Shiseido Red: “This will allow me to put my best foot forward instead of dancing the stage up and down, something I… can’t do as well anymore.” “That sounds… fine.” Niagara shrugs. Niagara Halls: “Like, BORING…and honestly, I don’t see it for her?!” Niagara laughs. “OH, the shade of ME!” Niagara giggles to herself. “What are you two doing, Molly and Lokii?” Ethan says, surprising the two. “I’m not talking about it.” Molly winks. “You can wait and see.” Ethan purses his lips. “I do wonder if it’s going to be anything of note.” Shiseido says. Shiseido Red: “Molly has a…not-so-great reputation, in New York. I’ll be honest, she’s never been notable to me, though. Beyond the theft jokes.” “Well, you gotta wait and see.” Molly winks. Molly Moppit: “Keep it fun… until you make the move.” Molly smirks. “I am a bit of a nerd.” Lokii says. “What a surprise.” Lady Gag jokes. “...Finish your thought.” Ethan looks at Lokii. “I’ll be repeating the plot of star wars, with puppets.” Lokii grins. Everyone once again looks around awkwardly. “Well, I’m excited for MY own talent show, because it sounds like I’m winning.” Lady Gag says. “Don’t count your chickens yet, Miss Copypasta.” Ethan responds. Lady Gag rolls her eyes for what appears to be the 10th time. Lokii: “I… don’t think anyone gets me here.” “The cosplay newbie… and the puppets.” Shiseido whispers, shaking her head to Ethan. “The impersonator who does stand-up in her bedroom. The tone-deaf girl singing, and the thief who probably doesn’t even have talents of her own. Great.” Lokii: “But I have crafted an entire concept. I’ve sewn and made these puppets, made a comedic story and saga- and if there’s one thing I do believe in, it’s the lore. It’s my knowledge in the cosplay, nerd space…” Lokii giggles, playing with her puppets. Lokii: “Lokii, you can do this…” Lokii gulps. “I think.” “Who’s.” Niagara claps. “Gonna.” Niagara claps. “GO HOME FIRST?!” “You, bitch!” Lady Gag snaps her fingers. “RUDE, RUDE!!!!!” Niagara yells. “Not me.” Molly whispers into the camera and winks. ~ Stats Voting Spreadsheet |
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2024.05.18 22:13 OrlonDogger A Witch at Midnight - Chapter 16
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When I wake up the next day, my head is swirling with questions. As I get up from my bed and go to clean myself, I can’t help but question everything! Did last night actually happen? I am pretty sure it did, but it all felt so bizarre… and wonderful! There’s a planetarium in the city, and it is magical in the most literal sense of the word! There are books on magic there, too! So I can probably start studying and learning more next time I visit!
Speaking of books… I have something to check there, don’t I?
As soon as I am out of the bathroom I go to the living room to get my pills and then, I start passing the pages of Humiko’s book. As I reach the ‘Epilogue’ section, I confirm to my horror that the words have completely disappeared.
In a panic, fearing the worst, I check my notes… oh, good, those were still here.
“What, were you fearing they would simply disappear too? Idiot.”
“Hey, with magic we really know nothing. It could have happened!”
I do feel a little silly but, yeah. For all we know, it could have happened. The point is that it didn’t!
Breathing way easier now, I sit down on one of the couches and sigh. Picking up my phone, I can confirm that it's Friday and it’s already eleven past noon. I guess this time I am justified in sleeping so much? But at the same time, I can’t help but feel a little guilty.
“Because you’re being lazy, even with your free time.”
With another deep sigh, I try to ignore the voices and just look straight up at the ceiling, tapping my chin for a moment.
How do we proceed from here?
Pelafina said I shouldn’t visit the Elysium early, because it gets full of people. I wonder how true that is… actually, I wonder how true anything she said was.
“Since when are you this distrustful?”
I don’t know. I don’t even know why I lied to her in the first place, but I just felt that this phrase, the one long complete phrase I managed to translate, is far more important than I know. I can’t share it… I actually don’t want to share anything with this lady?
“She will probably send the Cloaks if you stop cooperating though.”
That much I know, and I hate it. She has all the control over the situation!
“There’s one thing she can’t control though. She has no idea about your internet activity now, does she?”
… Good point. I have to focus on that!
I actually have to get back to GalaxyTaco, too! See what he's been doing and all that!
“But before all that, breakfast.”
Ah, right. Almost forgot… although, wouldn’t it be better to just ask for lunch at this point?
“Fair.”
Yes! Time for a burger.
“They feel blander and blander every time you buy one. Why even bother?”
Because they are still delicious, and more importantly, they are cheap and fast!
I quickly order a special Bisontian burger, with extra cheese of course, and then sit back down at the table, connecting my computer to the TER and tapping away a message at GalaxyTaco, to let them know I am up. Then, I write down my discoveries in the file I’m keeping. I’ll transcribe them to the notepad later.
I am adding the symbols (which I’ve learned are called Runes after a visit to the Elysium), meanings and effects I’ve learned. I’ve also learned that I can create Glyphs, which are combinations of Runes to create different effects. I wonder if they are phrases in the language!
Speaking of. They don’t even know it’s a language, they just seem to assume the symbols have effects and that’s it! Maybe they use it, but they haven’t fully grasped the implications yet.
That feels surprisingly shallow though. Just how much knowledge do these people have of magic? Is magic a recent discovery?
Or is there something else keeping people ignorant…?
The burger arrives not too long after I am done writing. I eat it while ruminating on the subject a bit further. They are not idiots, are they? To me, the first thing that comes to my mind when seeing symbols if they are part of a bigger language or something like that. Then again, maybe the lack of translation dissuaded them from experimenting further?
Stuff is not fitting as nicely as I wish…
I am about to write a little more when suddenly, I am added to a group in my messenger service. GalaxyTaco is alive! But not only them! There’s two other people in the conversation too.
Panic ensues, at least for a moment.
“Okay. Just keep calm.” I tell to myself. “Take a deep breath… phew… and let’s do this.”
My fingers are preparing to write some quick and tasteless introduction, when suddenly someone beats me to the punch.
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: HIIIIIII!! ^0^!!
Oh no. A weeb, and a very strong one at that. I can feel her aura, her reiatsu, pushing down on me like a wave of augmented gravity. There are two chances here: I either get along real well with this person, or we hate each other on sight. There’s no middle ground among us.
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: don’t be shy! :3 we’re friends here, I swear!
Well they are being real nice at least. Could be worse, they could be souseiseki.
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): yo, you there?
Who the hell are these people!? I assume they are friends of GalaxyTaco, right? I really want to be patient but, damn it, new people get me nervous so easily…
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Hi there, hi! n.nUu sorry, this whole deal took me by surprise.
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: ohhhh it is fine! uwu gal-kun told us everything!
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: you must be so scared Dx I know I was when I got started!
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Well it has certainly been a journey, heheh n.n but I’ve managed.
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: I found the Elysium last night so, at least there’s that!
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): good job, that’s a big advancement actually
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): next you gotta find the clinic, though
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: There’s a clinic too? O.o
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): yep. but we’ll explain all that later
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): i’m canny btw. cannedtea at the forum, remember me?
My face burns a little bit when remembering this guy. I wasn’t expecting to find him again so quickly.
“Gay.”
Shut up.
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: the name’s Aoi! ^0^/ UwU28 at the forum!
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: sorry I didn’t comment your topic, i am a bit shy xwxUu
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: It’s all fine, no worries n.n I’m Tav! But you two probably know that already
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): it bears repeating, girl. it bears repeating.
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: yeah! ^^/
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: alright I’m back! sorry I was seeing grandma to bed heheh
I sigh in relief, cleaning the sweat off my brow. Thanks saints, this was going to be a little too much for me to handle alone!
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: oh hey gal-kun ~
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: reading up I see you’re all introduced, good good!
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: now I just gotta introduce the plan to you Tav, so pay attention!
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: I’m ready! o.o
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: alright, so
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: to avoid 82’s wrath?
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: canny here will be your voucher.
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: huh?
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: just put him in your profile and he’ll cover for you.
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: And you’re okay with that, Canny? ;w; really!?
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): eyeup, don’t worry girl. I gotchu.
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: canny-kun and mort-sama covered for me when I just got in too :3 he’s the best!
For a moment I blink. Huh? Covered for Aoi? Does that mean they are also a Bastard Mage? What does that mean? Did they just find the link somewhere, too?
Questions for later, I guess.
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Thank you so much Canny! ;w;
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): no prob bob
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): is it chill if I add you? you seem cool
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Ah, of course! :3 Add away! You too, Aoi-chan.
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: EEEEE! Arigatou!! ^w^ <3 <3
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: oh yeah that reminds me.
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: Aoi, ain’t you forgetting something?
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: ah right!!! Tavy! what are your pronouns? o.o!
What?
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: you put you’d rather not say your gender and that’s so cool! I wanna know what to call you though! uwu
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: if that’s okay of course ^.^
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: Aoi that is NOT what I meant damn it!
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): nono, she’s right.
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): sorry i kept callin you girl
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: not you too canny… focus!
I have never been asked that before… I mean, I have, by computers. But by people, it feels… odd.
I like it.
“You’re going to start with your delusions again?”
“They can identify as anything. Stop being so harsh!”
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: … I think I will go with she/her.
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Is that okay? n.n
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): girl, don’t ask US
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): ask yourself
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): not the mean voice of anxiety, not the shit your guardians told ya
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): are YOU okay with it?
I feel the words pierce my chest for a moment. I gasp for air, my eyes opening a little more.
“This is all just play pretend. Don’t take it so much to heart.”
Shut up.
“What!?”
I said shut up. This time, this is for me. I decide this.
“You little ungrateful asshole…”
I want this. This makes me feel good and I will seize it. And you can go kiss my ass, you hear me!?
“...”
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: … Yeah. Yeah, I think I am okay with it n//n
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): atta girl
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): it’s chill to call you a girl right?
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Yeah yeah, I like it! n.n
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: yayayay Tavy-chan! :3
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: huh. that’s unexpectedly wholesome…
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: but let’s focus! Aoi! do you have the book?
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: right here boss! o.o7
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!! has sent you bastard_recipe_book.pdf
Accept?
Huh? A pdf? I hesitate for a moment but, hell, maybe it’s magic and magic can’t get viruses or something. I just click it.
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: this is the rulebook for us Bastards, don’t tell nobody about it though OoO!
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: it’s a seecret~
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: A secret book… now that’s cool uwu
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): man, tav’s first secret
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): granny get the camera
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: lol
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: no but really, read it, study it well
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: it’s all vital.
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: will do! I’ll print it and get to it right now
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: NO!
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: TAVY-CHAN WAIT
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): wait a sec tav
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Huh? O.o
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: don’t print that one!
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: yeah you can’t print magic books, it’s risky
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): the runes can activate and shit would go boom
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Oh, okay o.o
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Man I hate reading on the computer! ;w;
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: sorry tavy-chan ;w;!! but that’s the only way!
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: yeah… anyways, I gotta go to bed, real badly.
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: I trust you got it from here right?
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Yep! n.n
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: byeeee everyone!! uwu see you in dejima!
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): see you around
I sigh and slowly lean back on my chair. That was intense, way too intense… but I am smiling. Really, this is some proper progress! I finally have tools to work on my own! Maybe I can even translate some more after learning magic!
“Are you sure that’s all you’re happy about?~”
… Shut up. Don’t look too deep into the whole ‘pronoun’ thing.
I am opening the file I got when, suddenly, another message hits me.
It’s from Canny!
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): hey tav
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): if you don’t wanna read it on computer you can get it physical.
Whuh?
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): you said you found an elysium, was it in a library?
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Yeah! o.o
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): thought so
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): look through the mundane part of the library, specifically in the section where you get cooking recipes
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): see if you can find a cheap notebook that says ‘MAGIC’ in it.
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): open it, say ‘jantar mantar’ to it, and that’s your ticket.
My eyes light up. A secret book, hidden under the cloak’s noses like that? That’s perfect!
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): the book’s written in draconic, which basically means only mages can read the real shit and you can’t destroy it
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Wait what? O.o Draconic? Are dragons a thing here?
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): not anymore they ain’t
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Aww :c
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Wait,I can’t destroy it? O.o No matter how much I try?
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): i mean, you can, but it won’t do nothin
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): don’t worry about it
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Ok! n.n but hey I don’t know Draconic D:!
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): don’t worry about it girlie
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Yay! n.n I will go get it then
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): get some other books too, in case you’re being tailed.
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): good luck tav
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Thank you Canny!
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Ah! I will be on my phone so don’t send me magic stuff for a while, okay?
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): gonna teach you the glyph for your phone later.
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Yipee!! n.n
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Ah hell, sorry for that úwu
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): you’re fine girl
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): good luck.
I feel motivated, so motivated that I stand up immediately, close my computer, and finish my hamburger on the spot.
“Going out again!? Hah.”
I am running out of mean things to say, that’s a good sign.
“Don’t count on it.”
“You are doing great. Let’s go! The day’s young and we have notes to take!”
Yes! I don’t even notice the door in my way this time! I just go out and hop my way over to the elevator.
To the library! Again!
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When I wake up the next day, my head is swirling with questions. As I get up from my bed and go to clean myself, I can’t help but question everything! Did last night actually happen? I am pretty sure it did, but it all felt so bizarre… and wonderful! There’s a planetarium in the city, and it is magical in the most literal sense of the word! There are books on magic there, too! So I can probably start studying and learning more next time I visit!
Speaking of books… I have something to check there, don’t I?
As soon as I am out of the bathroom I go to the living room to get my pills and then, I start passing the pages of Humiko’s book. As I reach the ‘Epilogue’ section, I confirm to my horror that the words have completely disappeared.
In a panic, fearing the worst, I check my notes… oh, good, those were still here.
“What, were you fearing they would simply disappear too? Idiot.”
“Hey, with magic we really know nothing. It could have happened!”
I do feel a little silly but, yeah. For all we know, it could have happened. The point is that it didn’t!
Breathing way easier now, I sit down on one of the couches and sigh. Picking up my phone, I can confirm that it's Friday and it’s already eleven past noon. I guess this time I am justified in sleeping so much? But at the same time, I can’t help but feel a little guilty.
“Because you’re being lazy, even with your free time.”
With another deep sigh, I try to ignore the voices and just look straight up at the ceiling, tapping my chin for a moment.
How do we proceed from here?
Pelafina said I shouldn’t visit the Elysium early, because it gets full of people. I wonder how true that is… actually, I wonder how true anything she said was.
“Since when are you this distrustful?”
I don’t know. I don’t even know why I lied to her in the first place, but I just felt that this phrase, the one long complete phrase I managed to translate, is far more important than I know. I can’t share it… I actually don’t want to share anything with this lady?
“She will probably send the Cloaks if you stop cooperating though.”
That much I know, and I hate it. She has all the control over the situation!
“There’s one thing she can’t control though. She has no idea about your internet activity now, does she?”
… Good point. I have to focus on that!
I actually have to get back to GalaxyTaco, too! See what he's been doing and all that!
“But before all that, breakfast.”
Ah, right. Almost forgot… although, wouldn’t it be better to just ask for lunch at this point?
“Fair.”
Yes! Time for a burger.
“They feel blander and blander every time you buy one. Why even bother?”
Because they are still delicious, and more importantly, they are cheap and fast!
I quickly order a special Bisontian burger, with extra cheese of course, and then sit back down at the table, connecting my computer to the TER and tapping away a message at GalaxyTaco, to let them know I am up. Then, I write down my discoveries in the file I’m keeping. I’ll transcribe them to the notepad later.
I am adding the symbols (which I’ve learned are called Runes after a visit to the Elysium), meanings and effects I’ve learned. I’ve also learned that I can create Glyphs, which are combinations of Runes to create different effects. I wonder if they are phrases in the language!
Speaking of. They don’t even know it’s a language, they just seem to assume the symbols have effects and that’s it! Maybe they use it, but they haven’t fully grasped the implications yet.
That feels surprisingly shallow though. Just how much knowledge do these people have of magic? Is magic a recent discovery?
Or is there something else keeping people ignorant…?
The burger arrives not too long after I am done writing. I eat it while ruminating on the subject a bit further. They are not idiots, are they? To me, the first thing that comes to my mind when seeing symbols if they are part of a bigger language or something like that. Then again, maybe the lack of translation dissuaded them from experimenting further?
Stuff is not fitting as nicely as I wish…
I am about to write a little more when suddenly, I am added to a group in my messenger service. GalaxyTaco is alive! But not only them! There’s two other people in the conversation too.
Panic ensues, at least for a moment.
“Okay. Just keep calm.” I tell to myself. “Take a deep breath… phew… and let’s do this.”
My fingers are preparing to write some quick and tasteless introduction, when suddenly someone beats me to the punch.
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: HIIIIIII!! ^0^!!
Oh no. A weeb, and a very strong one at that. I can feel her aura, her reiatsu, pushing down on me like a wave of augmented gravity. There are two chances here: I either get along real well with this person, or we hate each other on sight. There’s no middle ground among us.
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: don’t be shy! :3 we’re friends here, I swear!
Well they are being real nice at least. Could be worse, they could be souseiseki.
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): yo, you there?
Who the hell are these people!? I assume they are friends of GalaxyTaco, right? I really want to be patient but, damn it, new people get me nervous so easily…
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Hi there, hi! n.nUu sorry, this whole deal took me by surprise.
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: ohhhh it is fine! uwu gal-kun told us everything!
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: you must be so scared Dx I know I was when I got started!
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Well it has certainly been a journey, heheh n.n but I’ve managed.
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: I found the Elysium last night so, at least there’s that!
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): good job, that’s a big advancement actually
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): next you gotta find the clinic, though
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: There’s a clinic too? O.o
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): yep. but we’ll explain all that later
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): i’m canny btw. cannedtea at the forum, remember me?
My face burns a little bit when remembering this guy. I wasn’t expecting to find him again so quickly.
“Gay.”
Shut up.
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: the name’s Aoi! ^0^/ UwU28 at the forum!
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: sorry I didn’t comment your topic, i am a bit shy xwxUu
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: It’s all fine, no worries n.n I’m Tav! But you two probably know that already
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): it bears repeating, girl. it bears repeating.
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: yeah! ^^/
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: alright I’m back! sorry I was seeing grandma to bed heheh
I sigh in relief, cleaning the sweat off my brow. Thanks saints, this was going to be a little too much for me to handle alone!
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: oh hey gal-kun ~
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: reading up I see you’re all introduced, good good!
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: now I just gotta introduce the plan to you Tav, so pay attention!
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: I’m ready! o.o
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: alright, so
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: to avoid 82’s wrath?
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: canny here will be your voucher.
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: huh?
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: just put him in your profile and he’ll cover for you.
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: And you’re okay with that, Canny? ;w; really!?
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): eyeup, don’t worry girl. I gotchu.
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: canny-kun and mort-sama covered for me when I just got in too :3 he’s the best!
For a moment I blink. Huh? Covered for Aoi? Does that mean they are also a Bastard Mage? What does that mean? Did they just find the link somewhere, too?
Questions for later, I guess.
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Thank you so much Canny! ;w;
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): no prob bob
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): is it chill if I add you? you seem cool
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Ah, of course! :3 Add away! You too, Aoi-chan.
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: EEEEE! Arigatou!! ^w^ <3 <3
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: oh yeah that reminds me.
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: Aoi, ain’t you forgetting something?
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: ah right!!! Tavy! what are your pronouns? o.o!
What?
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: you put you’d rather not say your gender and that’s so cool! I wanna know what to call you though! uwu
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: if that’s okay of course ^.^
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: Aoi that is NOT what I meant damn it!
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): nono, she’s right.
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): sorry i kept callin you girl
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: not you too canny… focus!
I have never been asked that before… I mean, I have, by computers. But by people, it feels… odd.
I like it.
“You’re going to start with your delusions again?”
“They can identify as anything. Stop being so harsh!”
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: … I think I will go with she/her.
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Is that okay? n.n
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): girl, don’t ask US
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): ask yourself
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): not the mean voice of anxiety, not the shit your guardians told ya
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): are YOU okay with it?
I feel the words pierce my chest for a moment. I gasp for air, my eyes opening a little more.
“This is all just play pretend. Don’t take it so much to heart.”
Shut up.
“What!?”
I said shut up. This time, this is for me. I decide this.
“You little ungrateful asshole…”
I want this. This makes me feel good and I will seize it. And you can go kiss my ass, you hear me!?
“...”
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: … Yeah. Yeah, I think I am okay with it n//n
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): atta girl
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): it’s chill to call you a girl right?
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Yeah yeah, I like it! n.n
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: yayayay Tavy-chan! :3
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: huh. that’s unexpectedly wholesome…
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: but let’s focus! Aoi! do you have the book?
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: right here boss! o.o7
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!! has sent you bastard_recipe_book.pdf
Accept?
Huh? A pdf? I hesitate for a moment but, hell, maybe it’s magic and magic can’t get viruses or something. I just click it.
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: this is the rulebook for us Bastards, don’t tell nobody about it though OoO!
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: it’s a seecret~
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: A secret book… now that’s cool uwu
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): man, tav’s first secret
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): granny get the camera
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: lol
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: no but really, read it, study it well
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: it’s all vital.
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: will do! I’ll print it and get to it right now
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: NO!
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: TAVY-CHAN WAIT
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): wait a sec tav
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Huh? O.o
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: don’t print that one!
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: yeah you can’t print magic books, it’s risky
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): the runes can activate and shit would go boom
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Oh, okay o.o
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Man I hate reading on the computer! ;w;
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: sorry tavy-chan ;w;!! but that’s the only way!
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: yeah… anyways, I gotta go to bed, real badly.
GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: I trust you got it from here right?
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Yep! n.n
ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: byeeee everyone!! uwu see you in dejima!
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): see you around
I sigh and slowly lean back on my chair. That was intense, way too intense… but I am smiling. Really, this is some proper progress! I finally have tools to work on my own! Maybe I can even translate some more after learning magic!
“Are you sure that’s all you’re happy about?~”
… Shut up. Don’t look too deep into the whole ‘pronoun’ thing.
I am opening the file I got when, suddenly, another message hits me.
It’s from Canny!
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): hey tav
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): if you don’t wanna read it on computer you can get it physical.
Whuh?
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): you said you found an elysium, was it in a library?
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Yeah! o.o
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): thought so
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): look through the mundane part of the library, specifically in the section where you get cooking recipes
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): see if you can find a cheap notebook that says ‘MAGIC’ in it.
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): open it, say ‘jantar mantar’ to it, and that’s your ticket.
My eyes light up. A secret book, hidden under the cloak’s noses like that? That’s perfect!
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): the book’s written in draconic, which basically means only mages can read the real shit and you can’t destroy it
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Wait what? O.o Draconic? Are dragons a thing here?
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): not anymore they ain’t
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Aww :c
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Wait,I can’t destroy it? O.o No matter how much I try?
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): i mean, you can, but it won’t do nothin
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): don’t worry about it
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Ok! n.n but hey I don’t know Draconic D:!
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): don’t worry about it girlie
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Yay! n.n I will go get it then
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): get some other books too, in case you’re being tailed.
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): good luck tav
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Thank you Canny!
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Ah! I will be on my phone so don’t send me magic stuff for a while, okay?
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): gonna teach you the glyph for your phone later.
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Yipee!! n.n
xXxCallMeBigCookiexXx: Ah hell, sorry for that úwu
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): you’re fine girl
man don’t you lecture me with your $30 haircut 8): good luck.
I feel motivated, so motivated that I stand up immediately, close my computer, and finish my hamburger on the spot.
“Going out again!? Hah.”
I am running out of mean things to say, that’s a good sign.
“Don’t count on it.”
“You are doing great. Let’s go! The day’s young and we have notes to take!”
Yes! I don’t even notice the door in my way this time! I just go out and hop my way over to the elevator.
To the library! Again!
2024.05.18 21:08 Ok_Helicopter1517 Is medium Thomas John real or fake? Who is the Seatbelt psychic?
18 Intriguing Facts About Celebrity Psychic Medium Thomas John
1. In 2009, Thomas John was arrested for theft and computer fraud related to an apartment rental scam he ran on Craigslist:
https://skepticalinquirer.org/exclusive/thomas-john-same-as-he-ever-was/
2. He began practicing as a psychic just a few years later in his mid-20s after pleading guilty to the fraud charges.
3. In 2015, he authored a book called "Never Argue With a Dead Person" which is presented as both a work of fiction and a collection of true supernatural stories. Its true nature remains unclear.
4. In 2016, he was sued for failing to pay $3,000 to a PR agency he hired to help build his public profile as a psychic. Court documents stated the agency "completed all the services of helping him build and exaggerate in the press his public profile."
5. In 2018, he posted a supposedly authentic testimonial online that was later proven to have used stock photos from the internet in an apparent attempt to deceive:
http://www.badpsychics.com/2018/04/did-we-catch-thomas-john-manhattan.html
6. A March 2019 New York Times investigation found that John "read" people by paraphrasing details from their fake Facebook profiles, demonstrating he relies on "hot reading" personal details online:
https://www.nytimes.com/2019/02/26/magazine/psychics-skeptics-facebook.html
7. He has been the subject of over 40 skeptical articles, videos and podcasts since 2019 that have raised questions about his abilities and practices. Mentalists and skeptics have analyzed dozens of Thomas John's readings over a period of 4 years:
https://www.abouttimeproject.org/about-7
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=faBIIFA5wng
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oyN4Y33NiEg
8. His two reality shows on Lifetime and CBS All Access, "Seatbelt Psychic" and "The Thomas John Experience," were not renewed after their first seasons.
9. Medium Thomas John had always been convinced that his Las Vegas show would be the highlight of his career and that he would establish a long-lasting presence. He had to cancel his 2020 Vegas residency show after only 3 months due to the Covid-19 pandemic.
10. His 2021 psychic predictions for cures for cancer and kidney disease and contact with aliens did not come true.
11. He sends 1-3 promotional emails per day to his list, a high volume that some see as pressuring potential customers.
12. He regularly offers unexpected same-day or next-day readings, a curious ability for someone allegedly overwhelmed with demand.
13. Lady Vera Parker (also known as Thomas John) is the subject of two podcasts that delve into intriguing details about her life as a drag queen:
https://podtail.com/podcast/feast-of-fun-gay-talk-show/lady-vera-parker-scamvestite/
https://www.spreaker.com/usefeastoffun/lady-vera-parker-susan-gerbic
14. He regularly posts photos of his young nieces in what some see as a marketing ploy to appear more human and intimate to followers.
15. Though he claims to do much pro bono psychic detective work, no details of actual cases have ever been made public.
16. He sells yearly "prayer request" packages for $9.99. In the product description, Thomas John is portrayed as « an exceptional healer » who « has healed many people from health ailments, emotional situations, and financial and employment dilemmas. »:
https://mediumthomas.com/product/yearly-prayer-request/
17. Two current Facebook groups, the BBB (Better Business Bureau), and Yelp have hundreds of members all reporting very similar experiences of paying for psychic readings with Thomas John that were constantly canceled and rescheduled without refunds:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/525601375557640
https://www.facebook.com/groups/2403337946511236/
https://www.bbb.org/us/ny/new-york/profile/psychic/thomas-john-celebrity-medium-0121-161451
https://www.yelp.com/biz/thomas-john-new-york-2
https://famouspsychicmediums.com/2016/11/22/thomas-john-reviews/
18. The Psychics Explained YouTube channel, hosted by skeptical investigator Susan Gerbic, features over 100 videos analyzing readings by Thomas John and other psychic mediums:
https://www.youtube.com/@PsychicsExplained
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1. In 2009, Thomas John was arrested for theft and computer fraud related to an apartment rental scam he ran on Craigslist:
https://skepticalinquirer.org/exclusive/thomas-john-same-as-he-ever-was/
2. He began practicing as a psychic just a few years later in his mid-20s after pleading guilty to the fraud charges.
3. In 2015, he authored a book called "Never Argue With a Dead Person" which is presented as both a work of fiction and a collection of true supernatural stories. Its true nature remains unclear.
4. In 2016, he was sued for failing to pay $3,000 to a PR agency he hired to help build his public profile as a psychic. Court documents stated the agency "completed all the services of helping him build and exaggerate in the press his public profile."
5. In 2018, he posted a supposedly authentic testimonial online that was later proven to have used stock photos from the internet in an apparent attempt to deceive:
http://www.badpsychics.com/2018/04/did-we-catch-thomas-john-manhattan.html
6. A March 2019 New York Times investigation found that John "read" people by paraphrasing details from their fake Facebook profiles, demonstrating he relies on "hot reading" personal details online:
https://www.nytimes.com/2019/02/26/magazine/psychics-skeptics-facebook.html
7. He has been the subject of over 40 skeptical articles, videos and podcasts since 2019 that have raised questions about his abilities and practices. Mentalists and skeptics have analyzed dozens of Thomas John's readings over a period of 4 years:
https://www.abouttimeproject.org/about-7
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=faBIIFA5wng
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oyN4Y33NiEg
8. His two reality shows on Lifetime and CBS All Access, "Seatbelt Psychic" and "The Thomas John Experience," were not renewed after their first seasons.
9. Medium Thomas John had always been convinced that his Las Vegas show would be the highlight of his career and that he would establish a long-lasting presence. He had to cancel his 2020 Vegas residency show after only 3 months due to the Covid-19 pandemic.
10. His 2021 psychic predictions for cures for cancer and kidney disease and contact with aliens did not come true.
11. He sends 1-3 promotional emails per day to his list, a high volume that some see as pressuring potential customers.
12. He regularly offers unexpected same-day or next-day readings, a curious ability for someone allegedly overwhelmed with demand.
13. Lady Vera Parker (also known as Thomas John) is the subject of two podcasts that delve into intriguing details about her life as a drag queen:
https://podtail.com/podcast/feast-of-fun-gay-talk-show/lady-vera-parker-scamvestite/
https://www.spreaker.com/usefeastoffun/lady-vera-parker-susan-gerbic
14. He regularly posts photos of his young nieces in what some see as a marketing ploy to appear more human and intimate to followers.
15. Though he claims to do much pro bono psychic detective work, no details of actual cases have ever been made public.
16. He sells yearly "prayer request" packages for $9.99. In the product description, Thomas John is portrayed as « an exceptional healer » who « has healed many people from health ailments, emotional situations, and financial and employment dilemmas. »:
https://mediumthomas.com/product/yearly-prayer-request/
17. Two current Facebook groups, the BBB (Better Business Bureau), and Yelp have hundreds of members all reporting very similar experiences of paying for psychic readings with Thomas John that were constantly canceled and rescheduled without refunds:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/525601375557640
https://www.facebook.com/groups/2403337946511236/
https://www.bbb.org/us/ny/new-york/profile/psychic/thomas-john-celebrity-medium-0121-161451
https://www.yelp.com/biz/thomas-john-new-york-2
https://famouspsychicmediums.com/2016/11/22/thomas-john-reviews/
18. The Psychics Explained YouTube channel, hosted by skeptical investigator Susan Gerbic, features over 100 videos analyzing readings by Thomas John and other psychic mediums:
https://www.youtube.com/@PsychicsExplained
2024.05.18 20:09 tiffforever123 [30/F]Canada Looking for serious relationship
Hey everyone (:
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Young lady seeking a life partner to love and be loved in return . Dating apps are long and exhausting so I'd rather get straight to the point and be direct.
■PLEASE SEND AN INTRODUCTION AND PICTURE ■
●IF ITS SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DONT MESSAGE ME
If you don't think we'd be a good match don't message if you don't have the capability to communicate and get to know me .
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Send message via chat ! My Dm/pm doesnt work (:
I'm black , 5'3 , born and raised in Montréal , Introverted, Demisexual. Healthcare worker .
I'm kind , loyal , supportive and looking for the same in a partner who also values honesty , communication, commitment.
I want to go through life with someone that's willing to grow , heal , learn , openminded , We accept each other for who we are but are open to criticism and respect, love , kindness is the center of our relationship.
Location: Montréal Canada
Interests : working out , concerts , hockey fan, romance novels .
Looking for : life partner 28-40 Someone willing to take things slow , open minded , emotional available and can communicate must be a good texter, phone calls , video call is a must
Religious beliefs : Christian but mostly spiritual / liberal views .I believe in God
Deal-breaker: I can't date someone without a job , doesn't take accountability, doesn't apologize, any form of abuse will not be tolerated . Men with children unfortunately.
Likes : Beards, sense of humor, family oriented, liberal views , British accents . Puts 100% in all aspects of their life ( friendships, job , Relationships, mental health , self care )
I take pride in communicating effectively, effort being reciprocated so I expect the same in my partner.
I don't see myself living anywhere else so if you're open to long distance relationship keep in mind I'm not moving and if you aren't either then there's no point in us talking .
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■ READ EVERYTHING BEFORE SENDING A MESSAGE ■
Young lady seeking a life partner to love and be loved in return . Dating apps are long and exhausting so I'd rather get straight to the point and be direct.
■PLEASE SEND AN INTRODUCTION AND PICTURE ■
●IF ITS SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DONT MESSAGE ME
If you don't think we'd be a good match don't message if you don't have the capability to communicate and get to know me .
https://imgur.com/Okqs2IZ
Send message via chat ! My Dm/pm doesnt work (:
I'm black , 5'3 , born and raised in Montréal , Introverted, Demisexual. Healthcare worker .
I'm kind , loyal , supportive and looking for the same in a partner who also values honesty , communication, commitment.
I want to go through life with someone that's willing to grow , heal , learn , openminded , We accept each other for who we are but are open to criticism and respect, love , kindness is the center of our relationship.
Location: Montréal Canada
Interests : working out , concerts , hockey fan, romance novels .
Looking for : life partner 28-40 Someone willing to take things slow , open minded , emotional available and can communicate must be a good texter, phone calls , video call is a must
Religious beliefs : Christian but mostly spiritual / liberal views .I believe in God
Deal-breaker: I can't date someone without a job , doesn't take accountability, doesn't apologize, any form of abuse will not be tolerated . Men with children unfortunately.
Likes : Beards, sense of humor, family oriented, liberal views , British accents . Puts 100% in all aspects of their life ( friendships, job , Relationships, mental health , self care )
I take pride in communicating effectively, effort being reciprocated so I expect the same in my partner.
I don't see myself living anywhere else so if you're open to long distance relationship keep in mind I'm not moving and if you aren't either then there's no point in us talking .
2024.05.18 19:35 King-Owl-House Bridgerton’s Jessica Madsen Beats the Villain Edit Vulture Devon Ivie
 | submitted by King-Owl-House to PeriodDramas [link] [comments] “She’s alone. She doesn’t have another sibling who shares her family experience — she’s never had somebody to confide in or talk with.” Photo: Liam Daniel/Netflix Like the loose swan in Hot Fuzz, Cressida Cowper and her long, slender neck have been gliding through ballrooms, wreaking havoc while trying to find a mate, for three seasons of Bridgerton. At first, the well-dressed pain in the ass seemed destined to be the show’s ultimate villain, honking at everyone while edging closer to spinsterhood with each failed year of marriage. But, as this current season reveals, our girl’s got some unpleasant emotional baggage that helps us better understand why she acts like this. Jessica Madsen’s character is the product of familial circumstances: an icy mother and unforgiving father who have no other children on which to fixate and have probably never said the words “I love you” to their daughter. “Getting away from her family is something that she really, really wants to do,” Madsen says. “And the only way she can do that is by marrying someone.” Thanks to a new friend, though, Cressida begins to change her self-described “unkind” ways a little bit at a time. She and Eloise (Claudia Jessie) bond during a summer in the countryside, a relationship which continues back in London at the season’s various promenades and balls. Madsen believes their friendship, while unexpected, is genuine and one of the best things to happen to the insulated Cressida. It might even be transformative. “You have to be confident and in a safe place to be open,” she explains, “and it’s not safe around her apart from when she’s with Eloise.” One of my favorite TV tropes is “let’s humanize this bitch.” Now that we’re privy to the circumstances around Cressida’s personal life, did it align with what you had assumed? In some ways it did, and in some ways I had wonderful surprises. I remember stepping onto the set of the Cowper house for the first time like, Whoa. It really sunk in what was going on with her. I thought her house was going to be quite lavish, bright, and filled with velvet. I felt the seriousness of the situation. Both women in the house are controlled by a man. That was a wonderful contrast to what we’ve seen of the Cowpers the first two seasons, where they’re out and about and looking amazing and dressed in the best fabrics. There’s a sadness to their reality. It’s a heavy atmosphere. I believe Cressida describes her house as a mausoleum. We see her nursery and bedroom in the second half of the season, too, and they’re very dark and heavy spaces. It was a cool thing to see on Bridgerton, because, well, Queen Charlotte had some heaviness and reality to the darker side of things, and now we see that weight with the Cowpers. It reflects the time. These women were limited in what they could do and who they could be in life, and we see that in the family. I feel very sorry that she’s gone through this. I’m grateful there’s less of that in today’s world. We see a lot of large families in the show’s universe; the Bridgertons have eight siblings and the Featheringtons have three. How does being an only child affect the way Cressida’s parents see her? She’s alone. She doesn’t have another sibling who shares her family experience — she’s never had somebody to confide in or talk with. She doesn’t have any warmth with her parents. She grew up with coldness, hence why she’s cold to others. I do have other siblings, but they’re much, much older than me. I essentially grew up as an only child. I understood Cressida’s world when it came to that. But I had an awful lot of friends around me and I was very lucky. There’s a lot of silence around her, so she’s not great at engaging with debutantes. You’re a product of your environment and sadly that’s what she has become up until this point. She puts on a sharp mask because a mask keeps her safe. She starts to shift because Eloise gives her so much kindness, and she feels safe. It’s not a shameful space. I think Cressida has a lot of shame, and when we hold shame, we can’t face ourselves or give ourselves grace, so we fight back. We don’t know how else to protect ourselves. What does she feel ashamed of? Any step she takes that’s a wrong step in her mother’s eyes makes her feel shameful of herself. Like, she failed her mom. Even that short moment in the second episode, we see a young lady bow in front of the queen and Cressida’s mom says, “If your bow had been lower and better, you might be married now.” You carry that. I didn’t do the thing I was supposed to do. You want to please your parents. We grow up and they’re our main caregivers. We want to please them because that’s how we survive — by having their love. It’s a toxic environment for her to be in. Her sense of self has come from her mom and dad’s expectations. She’s really focused on trying to do the best for herself and what they would be happy with. She hasn’t thought much about herself and what she can do. We see her start to think about herself more with the friendship she has with Eloise, which shows she has the hope to start questioning things. When Lord Debling says, “I’m not fond of my family,” she’s like, Oh, wow! It’s a turn-on! A total turn-on. Let’s go! I can find someone who feels the same way I do! It’s an opportunity for Cressida to find somebody where she can be happier. That excites her and that’s what Lord Debling represents. My life can actually be different. I don’t think she has a full understanding of what love really is, because she’s never seen love between her parents. Love isn’t necessarily in her vocabulary. She grows a love for Eloise as a friend, so hopefully, in her future, there’s a chance for her to find love. Why do you think she’s had such a difficult time finding a husband? She’s not genuine. She’s going by the book and putting on a front in the first two seasons. Her mom’s in her ear all the time, metaphorically and literally. She’s following and performing that narrative, and not opening up herself and properly connecting with people because of it. There’s a fault in her way of connecting until she has this friendship with Eloise. If Cressida had this type of friendship years ago, I’d like to think she’d be in a completely different place. Bridgerton often presents romantic relationships in the dichotomy of head versus heart, but friendships aren’t allotted the same level of analysis. Cressida admits to Eloise that it’s been a greater challenge, even above romance, for her to find female friends. It’s true. As it progresses, things happen between them, but I find their friendship to be a genuine one. These girls are pitted against each other because they’re in a race to find a husband. They’re racing each other for the win. This is Cressida’s third season out because she hasn’t come close to winning. We see more and more weight put on these girls as time goes on. They’re in competition with each other, which is a really hard place to be. If you think you’re in a competition with someone else, it’s hard to have a friendship. That goes for any day and age. Women need to open up and connect with each other and be on each other’s sides. Does Cressida even want to marry? Is she secretly self-sabotaging? She wants to marry because that’s what she sees as the next step in life. You grow up, you marry, and that’s how it is. She hasn’t questioned any other options like Eloise and Penelope have. All she knows is what her mom has fed her into believing is the right step for her. When she does marry, it opens up a new world for her. She’ll get out of her house. That’s the first step: Get me out! She doesn’t want to end up with someone who’s her father’s friend, but she wants to get out. With Lord Debling, she sees she could find someone who’s like-minded. Where does Cressida sit on the spectrum of villains for you? Is that a fair characterization? I’ve always loved a villain. Look at the Disney villains. Give me Cruella de Vil or the witch in Snow White any day. They’re fascinating characters. But Cressida isn’t a villain in my eyes by any means. She’s a young girl trying to do her best with very limited information about life and a difficult childhood. She’s doing her best with the blueprint she’s given. It’s so complex what Bridgerton has done — I mean, there’s always movement with Cressida and she fluctuates; her sharpness and softness is part of her character. This season we’ve caught her during a time when she’s letting go of her toughness, that exterior is melting away, and she’s opening up. There’s a huge vulnerability under there. She’s struggling to balance the two. Cressida has some of the most rigid and strangely contoured clothes on the show. Were you given deeper meaning to her sartorial preferences? They’re amazing costumes and bring her to life. Putting them on is such a gift. They have a beautiful structure this season. We see her in this very dark house with a pink dress and roses around her neck, but she still has a sadness to her. I found the juxtaposition quite funny. Did you notice how she has beautiful coats this season? She’s maturing and getting older. I always envied Adjoa Andoh’s coats, and Cressida finally got to wear some. I felt like she’s coming into being a woman, growing up, and developing in a cool way. That’s shown in the clothes. I kept the corset this season because I love it. A lot of people didn’t wear corsets this time around, but for Cressida, I feel like she is a corset. She gave me a lot to work with. That’s a lovely analogy. She totally is. She’s a corset for herself, she’s corseted by her family, and society is a huge corset for all of the women on the show. The neck corset was spectacular. You know Zara will be producing a knock-off in a few weeks. Why stop there? Go couture. John Galliano. https://www.vulture.com/article/bridgerton-jessica-madsen-cressida-eloise-friendship-lord-debling.html |
2024.05.18 18:59 djavulensfitta Short story written by Joost (Brüders auf Berlin)
Hi, I know some of you have been interested in Joost’s written stuff, so this is one of them. It’s a short story that Joost wrote for Boekenweek voor Jongeren (Book Week for Young People) in 2019. There’s more info about it here (in Dutch) https://www.vice.com/nl/article/qvgzpv/joost-klein-schreef-een-kort-verhaal-over-een-wilde-nacht-in-berlijn and there was also this promo video for it https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wx7wxnpxps0. It's been translated from Dutch - maybe not the most perfect translation but it's readable. Original in Dutch here. Enjoy
"How come he suddenly has cash?" I looked at Gurb, but he avoided my gaze. Louis never had money and yet he was buying another round. Meanwhile, a Moby song was playing and nothing made sense. "If he has money for drinks, he can surely pay me back, right?"
Just a few hours ago, I was alone in Berlin. Now, ten hours later, I'm standing in some obscure techno club with my best friends. Loud rock music with drunken shouting. "Hey, Miss Murder, can I make beauty stay if I take my life?" I woke up that day with a mild hangover from the lonely yet people-filled night before. Perfect conditions for a 20-year-old dropout.
The Hard Rock Café was the most beautifully ugly place in Berlin. Gurb had driven for seven hours straight in his mother's car, but we didn't notice. An iconic black Mini Cooper. Your body leads your mind, the beat never stops, and you can conquer the world. Louis threw in another crazy dance move. We were happy.
"Do you want another drink, brother?" Gurb asked me, half shouting. An evening filled with rhetorical questions. He saw me dancing and already knew the answer.
Gurb always had money. Louis, on the other hand, never did. Louis was also the youngest of us three. He had just turned 18. I wouldn't call him a cunning fox. More like a jack-of-all-trades. Like the time he made a lot of money on a Wadden Island with a group of boys. They sold large blocks of hash.
"Crazy dude!" I shouted at him. He yelled something back.
"Do you remember back then?" Louis said.
"Back then? Back then? Yeah man, of course!" I had no idea what he meant. "Do you mean the party?"
"Do you mean the party, he says! This guy. When I look at you like this, it makes me happy. The exact same kid is here letting loose just like back in high school!"
We knew each other from secondary school. He joined when I was in the second grade. He was very intelligent. Too young, too much knowledge of the world. His mother is from Brazil. We often went to his mother's place to play on the Playstation Louis and I had bought together.
I lived everywhere at that time. In the crisis shelter where I stayed for a while, for example, I wasn't allowed to have a Playstation. So we set it up in an accessible place, near school. It was always fun with Louis. Going together to the Apple Store. Taking all kinds of photos with all the webcams, posting them on Hyves, and then leaving. Louis always knew how to cheer me up.
"Aaaaaaaaaa!" There was Gurb with five drinks in his hands. Gurb was wearing a blue checkered shirt. Two buttons undone. Hair slicked back. "You look good, brother!"
"You look fresh too! We all look fresh!" Gurb said enthusiastically. Louis was wearing a completely white outfit. We quickly bought this before going out. He also bleached his hair.
"You look like the Brazilian cousin of James Dean in these clothes," I said. Louis laughed. "Let me take a picture."
Suddenly, the DJ switched to some kind of techno. "Ah, here Berlin briefly takes off its mask." I was fine with it all. Louis was talking to a lady.
Voluptuous breasts, I thought to myself. He gave her one of his two drinks.
"He's with a girl and he's thinking with his dick," I said to Gurb. "Let him be, tonight Berlin is ours!"
The bass kept pounding. "I simply don't have the patience for the club," I said to Gurb. He looked surprised. Like a sweet dog, tilting his head. "I'm just waiting for tomorrow. Can't do my thing here. Don't have patience for the already known. I want adventure and I want it now!"
Gurb started laughing. "Patience is a virtue." Yes. Patience is all well and good, but I think it's a waste of my time. Gurb grabbed my shoulder.
"I think it's time for another beer."
Louis and I were walking through Leeuwarden a year ago when suddenly a red Ford Ka stopped in front of us. It was Gurb, casually driving around the city. He invited us into his car. We hopped in. Since that afternoon, the three of us were together. A few months later, Louis got a tattoo on his ribs in honor of our friendship. It was the name of our group chat. Braddar Force Indigo.
There were also days when Gurb would take me for a drive around Friesland. He reminded me how beautiful Friesland is. The world doesn't spin there. The newspapers I threw away in the Stiens forest in 2011 could still be lying in the same spot, so to speak.
Just before midnight, I found myself in line for the restroom. My eyes fell on a pair of striking shoes. Cigarette smoke invaded my nose for the fourth time. "Müssen Sie eine Zigarette haben?" a female voice spoke to me. I felt like Tom Hanks in the final scene of Angels & Demons, where the new pope first steps onto the balcony. The curtains opened. There I was, witnessing an important moment in history. I was just told how I was sent by God, but my ears didn't want to hear any of it. At least that's how I felt. My mouth was empty. I had no words left. That's when I knew for sure. Berlin might really be as crazy as literally everyone says.
Dark blond, silky hair. Was this real beauty then? She wouldn't look 40, but I think she was. A true woman. Beautiful in all her elegance. I always joked about being interested in older women, but tonight one stood in front of me. "I don't smoke," I said to her.
Someone tapped me. "Please, just go to the toilet!" He was right. I hadn't peed in a while either. My urine was cloudy. "Glomerulonephritis," I said to myself on the toilet. This is an unusual condition. It's an inflammation in the kidneys, I thought I remembered. They should never have given me access to Google.
The evening progressed, and Louis kept buying rounds. "But seriously now. How does Louis suddenly have all that money for drinks?" I asked Gurb. He was outside smoking with a group of Swiss girls. I had strategically positioned myself so that I could always leave the crime scene if necessary.
"You shouldn't ask me," said Gurb. He was laughing with the temporary girlfriend group of Louis. Gurb has a beard. A lot of chicks like that. I get it too.
As much as I enjoyed Louis and Gurb being here for me, something didn't sit right with me. It couldn't just be about the money. "What's up with him?" I heard one of the Swiss girls say to Gurb.
Those kinds of questions really tire me out. "Not much, with you?" I replied.
They all started laughing. "That's not what she meant, brother," said Gurb.
"I couldn't care less whether she meant it or not. Send that brace-face back to Switzerland. Don't drive me crazy, alright!"
Actually, I hadn't drunk that much that evening. "Two vodka Sprites, please!" It's rare for me to get just one drink. "I always get two drinks, then you have to wait shorter for the third one!" Maybe the alcohol was affecting me more than I wanted to admit. Oh well, it was still the three of us against the world.
"Nice shoes, are those Prada?" I asked a random girl at the bar.
"No, these are fake. Why would I buy real ones for 600 dollars if I could just buy these for 20?"
"..."
I'm not very good at that. Talking. To women.
Louis and Gurb were in the smoking area now. It was less blue than the dance floor itself. My clothes already stank, so a visit to the smoking area couldn't hurt. "These people are so underground!" Gurb shouted. Louis was filming him with his phone. "These people..." There was a brief pause. As if Gurb forgot the only line he had. "...so underground!" All three of us burst into laughter. The alcohol flowed through our veins as if it came from the purest mountains. People seemed doubled and the room was full. We had been in the same club in Berlin for several hours.
"Leonardo! What are you hiding from the big boss?" I sometimes called Louis ‘DiCaprio.’ "You a rich guy, now?" I said, with an accent as if I were from the Bronx.
Louis started laughing. "Eh, you know nothing. Bullshit talk."
I had to laugh too. What was I even worried about? Friends are friends, with or without money. That shouldn't matter. Louis probably just worked for that money. Maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. Maybe he just had enough to buy rounds. But what if my gut feeling was right? That feeling was never wrong. Except for that one time at the Holland Casino in Groningen. Even the best of us have slip-ups. I was just getting worked up again. When it comes down to it, Louis is one of the sweetest guys I know. I had to let it go. After all, it's still Louis.
"I think I'm going to have sex soon, man," Louis said.
"With who?" I asked immediately.
"That one girl."
"Which one?"
"The one with the boobs."
"Oh, her. Just be careful."
"What kind of reaction is that?" Louis asked indignantly.
I'd only had four drinks, but I was acting like a mess. Louis was right. I didn't understand myself. Where was my head at? I'm here in Berlin, supposed to be having the time of my life, but here I am feeling lonely and sad again. Joost once again couldn't control his emotions.
"Sorry," I suddenly said to Louis. "Sorry for my behavior. Been acting dumb towards you all night. It's unnecessary." Sometimes I have that. Mood swings. "Know that crime is never the solution. We've talked about this so many times. Yes, it's tempting and sometimes easy money. I sometimes find it amusing too, but it's always hypothetical. Ask me for help. I can help you, even with illegal things. I'll always have your back." The dancing was kind of over.
The words I had just placed on Louis's plate came from my heart. My Frisian, irregular boys' heart.
Crying in the club. I had never seen myself like that. Crying, yes. In the club, no. I never understood the taboo around crying. Or emotions in general. I saw myself in the mirror. They weren't tears of joy. They weren't tears of sadness either. It was me letting everything go. All the emotions I had ever felt. The emotions I felt between my brother and sister and myself because they wanted to take on a parental role over me, but I was in puberty, so I pushed them away. The emotions I felt when my old neighbors were supposed to take care of my dog, but didn't tell me that he was bitten by one of their dogs. They didn't have money for the surgery, they later told me. They were ashamed of their lack of money. My dog died from this injury. Even the emotions that were all jumping at once during the retake for my swimming diploma A, I let go of.
No emotions. Just for a moment, not feeling anything. Is that too much to ask for?
"You still don’t smoke?"
It had to be the voice of the woman with the cigarettes. I looked over my shoulder through the mirror. It was her. The one with dark blond, silky hair.
"Not to be rude, but this is the men’s room," I said. She took a step closer and kissed me on my lips. It tasted like more. We started kissing. It had been a while since I had had female contact at this level. It probably didn't look good and it didn't feel good either. She started kissing my neck. Slowly, I noticed the pressure in the erectile tissues of my penis starting to increase. "I really don't have time for this!" I thought to myself. The woman with the cigarettes started to slowly sink down until she was on her knees. I didn't want this. Not now, not like this. She unraveled my penis from my Polo Ralph Lauren underwear. Her tongue was blue. It was probably from cheap shots of alcohol.
Was this real beauty then? Was this the beginning or the end of her story? And had I become the boy my parents hoped I would be? I thought about the fact that this was once someone's little daughter. Somewhere in the world, an old man might be wondering what his daughter is doing. Am I really putting pleasure above my own morals and values?
With my semi-erect circumcised penis still exposed, I lifted her up. After giving her a kiss on her forehead, I pulled up my pants and left the toilets.
It was the usual last hour in any club ever. I met Louis and Gurb at the bar. "Should we have another drink?" I asked Gurb. "I feel like having a cocktail. Something sweet. Lots of sugar. What about you?"
Gurb looked at the menu. "A cognac would go down well right now."
"A cognac? You're only nineteen!" Gurb and Louis laughed. "Two Tequila Sunrises please!" I called to the bartender. "Also, two beers! Thanks!" I also got a beer for Louis. At first, I didn't want to, but I didn't want to spoil the mood either. Besides, I didn't want to show too much that it bothered me so much.
We danced away the last minutes. The club closed, and we decided to walk with the group of Swiss girls. Apparently, they were staying nearby.
As I lagged behind the group, one of them tried to start a conversation with me. "Are you okay?" she asked kindly.
"I'm fine. Just had too much beer. Makes me sleepy." Not true at all, but I've heard people say that.
"You’re tired? The fun has only just began!" And as she said this, she pulled something out of her inner pocket. Her clenched fist, shielded by a half jacket. Who is this girl, anyway? I thought to myself. She opened her hand flat, and right in the center of her palm lay two small pills with a smiley face on them. At least, they looked like it.
"Oh, I don’t do drugs. Sorry."
"Me neither!" And she swallowed a pill. "Now it’s your turn... Or are you scared?"
Scared? Who did this crazy Swiss witch (with really beautiful eyes) think she was. With her "are you scared". I'll show her who's scared.
"Scared? I’m not scared." I picked up the remaining pill and swallowed it.
Everything went in slow motion. Was this who I had become? Was this the same boy from high school? And just before I could swallow, I spat out the pill. She was shocked. I picked up the pill again, dried it with my jacket, and put it back in her fist. "Maybe later!" I shouted, running back to the group, over my shoulder.
I have nothing to say to 9 out of 10 peers I come across. Of course, I can be social. I can also have fun with random people in random situations, but that night, it just tired me out. I also didn't understand what we were doing there. Those girls found me strange anyway. Suddenly, I was the fifth wheel.
"We know this place where they go until 7 in the morning!" The girl leader of the group spoke. I wanted to go home. "If you guys want, you can go. Don't worry about me," I said to Gurb and Louis. The boys had a brief discussion. We agreed to stay for just a little while longer for some drinks. I consented. I was thirsty. "I'll have a Fanta, Louis."
Gurb had reached the last cigarette in his pack. Louis and a girl from the group were nowhere to be found. It didn't even bother me. This guy just walks around with some cash in his pocket and all hell breaks loose. After a night full of stimuli, I understood Louis. Of course, I understood Louis. He's a young god. Handsome, smart guy. But that didn't make me any less angry. It was purely about trust for me. Something inside me said I should stop subconsciously expecting things from people too. It prevents disappointment.
"Hotel please!" I jokingly suggested to Gurb. "Should you call Louis or should I?" I added. Gurb immediately grabbed his Android smartphone and called Louis. He put the call on speaker.
"Are you ready?" Gurb asked.
"Yeah. Sort of."
"What do you mean?"
"We didn't have sex."
"That's fine, right? Tomorrow's a new day!"
"I think I'm in love, man," Louis said.
"...," Gurb said, chuckling as he let out a sigh.
Once we arrived at the girls' hostel, it was already getting light. Louis was thankfully back. There were stains on his pants, around his knees. My focus was solely on arranging a taxi. Although the boys were still flirting, I was really done now. "How are we going to pay for this taxi?" I said a bit too loudly.
There was a silence. "Don't worry. I still have cash," Gurb said.
"Yeah, I knew you would," I replied.
My words clearly hit Louis. "What do you mean by that?" he said.
It was as if time stood still for a few seconds. "Exactly what I said. Better listen." Louis pulled out a small wad of green bills from his pocket. At least 400 euros. "I don't even want to see that money," I reacted. I walked away.
I'll just order a taxi myself.
"Why are you walking away now?" Gurb said.
"Twelve hours ago, I was alone too, and I had a lot more fun then."
"Do you really want to know how I got this money?" Louis said.
Yes, I did want to know. My whole evening revolved around that damn money.
He took a second of pause before he began speaking. "The answer lies in the Mini."
What on earth could be in Gurb's mother's car? Louis was trying to get into my head. "Taxi!"
Once in the taxi, the division was clear. Gurb was upfront, chatting animatedly with the driver. All adventures ever were recounted. Louis and I in the back. One of my best friends since I was thirteen. Funny how things turn out. It was quiet between us. I was in my head, rehearsing how I would bring up the money again. It didn't add up, and he knew it himself. "I don't care, you know," I said, hoping he'd break.
"What don't you care about?"
"About that money."
"What money? You're really a crazy woozy man." Louis burst out laughing again.
On the other hand, it was silent. Gurb had started talking about the driver's family. The driver didn't appreciate it. Gurb meant well. The driver smelled of alcohol. Or was it me? His nails were polished. Maybe his wife was a specialist. I bite my nails myself. Like now.
"In the Mini, oh yeah."
"Shut up. Illegal man."
"You'll never know."
"Stop playing. Just say it!"
Louis grabbed my head, pulled himself towards me, and brought his mouth to my right ear. "Why so serious?" he whispered. He didn't want to tell me.
"But always with this damn money, huh?" I almost shouted at Louis. I broke every silence within a radius of 10 kilometers.
"I'm trying my best, bro. It is what it is. I can't make it any different," he replied. It was clearly bothering him deeply. He ran his hands through his hair. "Sometimes people have to do things. And you know that better than anyone. Sometimes they have to do things they don't really want to or aren't supposed to do."
I knew this spiel all too well. Through all the drunken haziness, I suddenly saw a small glimmer of light. A tiny spark of sincerity. Louis was serious this time.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to involve you in this. I'm sorry," sweat dripped from his forehead.
"You're serious, huh? Damn, man. What mess have you gotten yourself into now? Worse than Terschelling?" Worse than Terschelling would mean stolen goods. Maybe even violence.
"It's not what you think."
"The Adlon Hotel, right?" the driver chimed in. Always saved by the bell, that Louis.
Suddenly I hit my head against the seat in front of me. Of course, I wasn't wearing my seatbelt. The last thing I saw was Gurb waking up in panic from his drunken stupor. One by one, I started losing my senses. It started with the feeling in my fingers. For a brief moment, everything wasn't quite black, and I could only see a vague pattern of colors repeating inside my eyelids. You could compare it to the brief moment after the commercial break before the movie starts in the cinema. The movie was about to begin.
I knew I wasn't dying. At least not yet. Not like this. Not after an overall mediocre night out in Berlin. I found comfort in the image I forced myself to see. It was all in my head. There I was, unconscious.
I saw myself in a third-person point of view. It wasn't like I was actually leaving my body. More like there was a webcam hanging in one of the upper corners of the taxi.
As a child, I used to dream a lot about death. Nights spent awake.
At some point, I developed a kind of compulsive behavior. I kept swaying my torso from left to right with my hands under my head. It became almost like a workout before bedtime. Every night.
I called it dream shuffling. Just like I had learned to shuffle puzzle pieces or playing cards. Making things a little exciting for yourself. But what I almost never told anyone was that I was scared. I was afraid of burglars, who were very agile and muscular.
Especially afraid that they would murder me. I really wanted to know what death was like. It scared me.
These fear visions originated during an all-inclusive vacation in Turkey. I was 6 years old and already in bed. There was a big old TV in our hotel room, so I could secretly watch TV from bed. Every evening, my parents sat on the balcony. Here they discussed their day while enjoying a glass of alcohol. There was a Japanese animated series on TV. In the few seconds that I watched, I saw a scary creature climbing a sort of apartment complex via the balconies. The creature had hundreds of teeth and blond hair. It quickly entered to decapitate the people, then drained them and, as a final insult, robbed them. Dozens of carcasses of dead people were scattered around the apartment complex. The complex on TV resembled the resort where we were in reality, and the TV world merged with my surroundings. I became part of it. I saw people watching. No matter how loudly I screamed for help, they didn't react. The sun became very bright, and the people turned into nothing more than shadows. As the intensity of the sun increased, something became clear to me. These were not people. They had a sort of orange skin. Where I had previously thought it was their nose and mouth, it turned out that these shadowy figures did not have such physical features. They simply had three holes in their heads. The police tried to do something, but in vain. Since then, we always kept the light on in the hallway outside my bedroom. By rocking back and forth, from left to right, I could glance fleetingly at the beam of light under the door. That bit of light, escaping from the hallway into my room, gave me an advantage. It allowed me to stay one step ahead of the burglars. Pretty smart, right?
"From Jamaica to the world!
It’s just love. Why must the children play in the street?"
It was Bob Sinclar with "Love Generation" speaking to us through the taxi's speakers. We were stationary. I was conscious again, but I didn't feel alive at all. "How long was I out?" I asked Louis.
I could tell by his expression that he was relieved. Relieved that I was back. "One minute," he almost apologized. Louis gave me a pat on the shoulder. Gurb, on the other hand, was sleeping. He slept like a baby cub.
I put my right index finger on my forehead. It felt wet, but it wasn't blood. Blood feels different. Meanwhile, I kept hearing whistling.
"Be the love generation! Oh yeah!" It was still that same song by Bob Sinclar.
The earlier scent of alcohol had now been replaced by the smell of incense. It smelled like the same incense I had in my room. Sold to me as Tibetan 39 incense. I had bought it at a coffee shop in Rotterdam. I pulled up my notes on my phone. "Who lights incense in a CAR????" I let Louis read from my screen. He took the phone from my hands and started typing as well.
"Look at Gurb >>>" Gurb was so deeply asleep that his head drooped. His seatbelt held his torso in place, but his head ended up on the driver's shoulder. The man didn't mind. He didn't move. I made eye contact with the driver through the rearview mirror, and soon I found him. He winked at me.
We arrived at the hotel. Gurb awakened from his alcoholic hibernation. "Who's going to pay for the taxi?" I asked. Clearly rhetorical. I already knew I would take this one for the team, as usual. I refused to use Louis's money. It was uncomfortably quiet. "By card please," I said.
"I'll always protect you, Louis. You really need to know that. I care about you like my own little brother. I'll always try to help you. But you have to be honest with me. Can you do that?" Louis didn't hesitate.
"Yes. Yes, I can. I'll show you. It's really in the Mini." Meanwhile, the taxi driver's card machine indicated that I had insufficient funds. That couldn't be right. Maybe I had withdrawn too much that evening.
"I have cash in the hotel room," Gurb said to me. Gurb informed the driver in broken English that he would go get his cash. The driver agreed. Money is money, whether it comes now or later. As long as it feels good in your hands.
Louis and I got out of the taxi. "You're not going to light a cigarette now, are you?" Louis wanted to smoke. "Especially for stress. That's really for people who can't handle pain. You need to feel pain. Pain needs to brand you for the rest of your life so you finally learn not to do such stupid things." It fell silent again. My blood boiled. All pots were on the stove. I felt like Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen. "Show me then. Do it."
Louis remained silent and walked around the corner of the hotel. Towards the parking lot. I followed him. "You're not going to find much," said Louis.
"Why not? Are you a magician?"
"No. Just. Not much."
"So there's suddenly magically nothing in Gurb's car?"
"Stop. Get out. Get out of my head!" Louis shouted. Louis had had enough. He was done with the parade. Normally we dealt with hypothetical stories. Only this time it wasn't a joke. I was sure now. Louis had dropped his mask. The revolution had begun. The government had fallen and the dikes had broken. The people were in charge. "You shouldn't freak out like this. Always wanting more. Sweet boy, think about yourself."
After Gurb gave the money to the driver, he came to us. He had a smile on his face, lit a cigarette, and exclaimed, "Brothers!" Once with us, he hugged me. He started laughing. "Maybe I haven't been entirely honest either." Sometimes Gurb seemed like a 38-year-old man. In a positive way. He exuded confidence in a way I didn't often see. Affectionate, with a hint of authority.
We stood in the middle of a large parking lot. "Look. We've reached a point where I might not even care anymore. You guys are teasing me." It did matter to me. Maybe more than ever. I was supposed to be two steps ahead of them, but I couldn't figure it out. "I give up."
The delightful silence returned. Louis and Gurb looked at each other. "You guys win. Apparently, I'm not to be trusted as a friend."
From Louis's expression, I could tell he disagreed with this. "Not true. Come to the car."
We arrived at the car. Louis unlocked it and searched for the trunk button. Gurb had started his third cigarette. "It's a corpse, isn't it? Say it now. I can still help you. I can still help us. I can book a ticket for you. We can get you out of here," I said to Louis.
"Just wait. Nutcase."
"Why won't you accept my help?"
Louis started laughing nervously. Or at least it seemed that way. Perhaps a sly laugh too. Had Louis killed someone? "It's not a corpse. That can't be. You wouldn't be stupid enough to use their ID. You're smarter than that. So it must be something stolen. Haven't you found that button yet?"
Suddenly, we heard a click. Louis had found the button. Somewhere, I didn't want to know. Shouldn't I just trust Louis? Wasn't that the whole point of friendship?
Finally, the moment had arrived. I placed my right hand in the slot of the rear hatch. Something in me doubted. Still. I still doubted. Louis looked dead serious. "You wanted to know, didn't you? Then you also have to be man enough to accept it." Louis was clearly not joking. Or was he acting again? "Pussy," Louis said. I looked away. "You're afraid of what's inside, huh? You're afraid of the real Louis." He began to laugh manically. "Open that thing, man. Nutcase!"
I started laughing too. Why did I make such a big deal out of it? Sweat broke out from every pore in my body. It was even a bit damp in the no man's land between my scrotum and my anus. A tropical climate. It had been quite an adventure the whole evening. I took my hand off the rear hatch and first gave Louis a hug. Not some half-hearted birthday wish. No, a real hug.
"It's okay, buddy," Louis said to me. I had no idea what he meant by that. It fit the moment though.
It was really time now. I opened the rear hatch.
"Where is it?"
"In front of you," said Louis.
"In some secret compartment?"
There was nothing in the trunk. Absolutely nothing. An empty trunk. For an empty evening, in an empty Berlin, with an empty group of guys. I didn't get it.
"You won, man," I whispered. "You finally fucking done did it."
I couldn't believe my eyes. Empty? There was still nothing in the car. Louis just stood there. Emotionally, I was a wreck. I had felt every emotion this evening. Seen every color and smelled every scent. I was done. My body was ready. No longer needed. My mission was complete.
"But why did you do this?" I asked Louis, laughing.
He scratched his chin. It felt like the end of a bad movie.
"I sold our Playstation. Wanted to tell you only after I had sorted everything out again. I terminated my lease. Had some debts, and I also wanted to have some money for once. Once not empty-handed in the club. Once not dependent on my best friends. This is not who I am... I know how much that Playstation meant to you. It was ours together. I should have just told you."
"… and how does Gurb actually make his money?"
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"How come he suddenly has cash?" I looked at Gurb, but he avoided my gaze. Louis never had money and yet he was buying another round. Meanwhile, a Moby song was playing and nothing made sense. "If he has money for drinks, he can surely pay me back, right?"
Just a few hours ago, I was alone in Berlin. Now, ten hours later, I'm standing in some obscure techno club with my best friends. Loud rock music with drunken shouting. "Hey, Miss Murder, can I make beauty stay if I take my life?" I woke up that day with a mild hangover from the lonely yet people-filled night before. Perfect conditions for a 20-year-old dropout.
The Hard Rock Café was the most beautifully ugly place in Berlin. Gurb had driven for seven hours straight in his mother's car, but we didn't notice. An iconic black Mini Cooper. Your body leads your mind, the beat never stops, and you can conquer the world. Louis threw in another crazy dance move. We were happy.
"Do you want another drink, brother?" Gurb asked me, half shouting. An evening filled with rhetorical questions. He saw me dancing and already knew the answer.
Gurb always had money. Louis, on the other hand, never did. Louis was also the youngest of us three. He had just turned 18. I wouldn't call him a cunning fox. More like a jack-of-all-trades. Like the time he made a lot of money on a Wadden Island with a group of boys. They sold large blocks of hash.
"Crazy dude!" I shouted at him. He yelled something back.
"Do you remember back then?" Louis said.
"Back then? Back then? Yeah man, of course!" I had no idea what he meant. "Do you mean the party?"
"Do you mean the party, he says! This guy. When I look at you like this, it makes me happy. The exact same kid is here letting loose just like back in high school!"
We knew each other from secondary school. He joined when I was in the second grade. He was very intelligent. Too young, too much knowledge of the world. His mother is from Brazil. We often went to his mother's place to play on the Playstation Louis and I had bought together.
I lived everywhere at that time. In the crisis shelter where I stayed for a while, for example, I wasn't allowed to have a Playstation. So we set it up in an accessible place, near school. It was always fun with Louis. Going together to the Apple Store. Taking all kinds of photos with all the webcams, posting them on Hyves, and then leaving. Louis always knew how to cheer me up.
"Aaaaaaaaaa!" There was Gurb with five drinks in his hands. Gurb was wearing a blue checkered shirt. Two buttons undone. Hair slicked back. "You look good, brother!"
"You look fresh too! We all look fresh!" Gurb said enthusiastically. Louis was wearing a completely white outfit. We quickly bought this before going out. He also bleached his hair.
"You look like the Brazilian cousin of James Dean in these clothes," I said. Louis laughed. "Let me take a picture."
Suddenly, the DJ switched to some kind of techno. "Ah, here Berlin briefly takes off its mask." I was fine with it all. Louis was talking to a lady.
Voluptuous breasts, I thought to myself. He gave her one of his two drinks.
"He's with a girl and he's thinking with his dick," I said to Gurb. "Let him be, tonight Berlin is ours!"
The bass kept pounding. "I simply don't have the patience for the club," I said to Gurb. He looked surprised. Like a sweet dog, tilting his head. "I'm just waiting for tomorrow. Can't do my thing here. Don't have patience for the already known. I want adventure and I want it now!"
Gurb started laughing. "Patience is a virtue." Yes. Patience is all well and good, but I think it's a waste of my time. Gurb grabbed my shoulder.
"I think it's time for another beer."
Louis and I were walking through Leeuwarden a year ago when suddenly a red Ford Ka stopped in front of us. It was Gurb, casually driving around the city. He invited us into his car. We hopped in. Since that afternoon, the three of us were together. A few months later, Louis got a tattoo on his ribs in honor of our friendship. It was the name of our group chat. Braddar Force Indigo.
There were also days when Gurb would take me for a drive around Friesland. He reminded me how beautiful Friesland is. The world doesn't spin there. The newspapers I threw away in the Stiens forest in 2011 could still be lying in the same spot, so to speak.
Just before midnight, I found myself in line for the restroom. My eyes fell on a pair of striking shoes. Cigarette smoke invaded my nose for the fourth time. "Müssen Sie eine Zigarette haben?" a female voice spoke to me. I felt like Tom Hanks in the final scene of Angels & Demons, where the new pope first steps onto the balcony. The curtains opened. There I was, witnessing an important moment in history. I was just told how I was sent by God, but my ears didn't want to hear any of it. At least that's how I felt. My mouth was empty. I had no words left. That's when I knew for sure. Berlin might really be as crazy as literally everyone says.
Dark blond, silky hair. Was this real beauty then? She wouldn't look 40, but I think she was. A true woman. Beautiful in all her elegance. I always joked about being interested in older women, but tonight one stood in front of me. "I don't smoke," I said to her.
Someone tapped me. "Please, just go to the toilet!" He was right. I hadn't peed in a while either. My urine was cloudy. "Glomerulonephritis," I said to myself on the toilet. This is an unusual condition. It's an inflammation in the kidneys, I thought I remembered. They should never have given me access to Google.
The evening progressed, and Louis kept buying rounds. "But seriously now. How does Louis suddenly have all that money for drinks?" I asked Gurb. He was outside smoking with a group of Swiss girls. I had strategically positioned myself so that I could always leave the crime scene if necessary.
"You shouldn't ask me," said Gurb. He was laughing with the temporary girlfriend group of Louis. Gurb has a beard. A lot of chicks like that. I get it too.
As much as I enjoyed Louis and Gurb being here for me, something didn't sit right with me. It couldn't just be about the money. "What's up with him?" I heard one of the Swiss girls say to Gurb.
Those kinds of questions really tire me out. "Not much, with you?" I replied.
They all started laughing. "That's not what she meant, brother," said Gurb.
"I couldn't care less whether she meant it or not. Send that brace-face back to Switzerland. Don't drive me crazy, alright!"
Actually, I hadn't drunk that much that evening. "Two vodka Sprites, please!" It's rare for me to get just one drink. "I always get two drinks, then you have to wait shorter for the third one!" Maybe the alcohol was affecting me more than I wanted to admit. Oh well, it was still the three of us against the world.
"Nice shoes, are those Prada?" I asked a random girl at the bar.
"No, these are fake. Why would I buy real ones for 600 dollars if I could just buy these for 20?"
"..."
I'm not very good at that. Talking. To women.
Louis and Gurb were in the smoking area now. It was less blue than the dance floor itself. My clothes already stank, so a visit to the smoking area couldn't hurt. "These people are so underground!" Gurb shouted. Louis was filming him with his phone. "These people..." There was a brief pause. As if Gurb forgot the only line he had. "...so underground!" All three of us burst into laughter. The alcohol flowed through our veins as if it came from the purest mountains. People seemed doubled and the room was full. We had been in the same club in Berlin for several hours.
"Leonardo! What are you hiding from the big boss?" I sometimes called Louis ‘DiCaprio.’ "You a rich guy, now?" I said, with an accent as if I were from the Bronx.
Louis started laughing. "Eh, you know nothing. Bullshit talk."
I had to laugh too. What was I even worried about? Friends are friends, with or without money. That shouldn't matter. Louis probably just worked for that money. Maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. Maybe he just had enough to buy rounds. But what if my gut feeling was right? That feeling was never wrong. Except for that one time at the Holland Casino in Groningen. Even the best of us have slip-ups. I was just getting worked up again. When it comes down to it, Louis is one of the sweetest guys I know. I had to let it go. After all, it's still Louis.
"I think I'm going to have sex soon, man," Louis said.
"With who?" I asked immediately.
"That one girl."
"Which one?"
"The one with the boobs."
"Oh, her. Just be careful."
"What kind of reaction is that?" Louis asked indignantly.
I'd only had four drinks, but I was acting like a mess. Louis was right. I didn't understand myself. Where was my head at? I'm here in Berlin, supposed to be having the time of my life, but here I am feeling lonely and sad again. Joost once again couldn't control his emotions.
"Sorry," I suddenly said to Louis. "Sorry for my behavior. Been acting dumb towards you all night. It's unnecessary." Sometimes I have that. Mood swings. "Know that crime is never the solution. We've talked about this so many times. Yes, it's tempting and sometimes easy money. I sometimes find it amusing too, but it's always hypothetical. Ask me for help. I can help you, even with illegal things. I'll always have your back." The dancing was kind of over.
The words I had just placed on Louis's plate came from my heart. My Frisian, irregular boys' heart.
Crying in the club. I had never seen myself like that. Crying, yes. In the club, no. I never understood the taboo around crying. Or emotions in general. I saw myself in the mirror. They weren't tears of joy. They weren't tears of sadness either. It was me letting everything go. All the emotions I had ever felt. The emotions I felt between my brother and sister and myself because they wanted to take on a parental role over me, but I was in puberty, so I pushed them away. The emotions I felt when my old neighbors were supposed to take care of my dog, but didn't tell me that he was bitten by one of their dogs. They didn't have money for the surgery, they later told me. They were ashamed of their lack of money. My dog died from this injury. Even the emotions that were all jumping at once during the retake for my swimming diploma A, I let go of.
No emotions. Just for a moment, not feeling anything. Is that too much to ask for?
"You still don’t smoke?"
It had to be the voice of the woman with the cigarettes. I looked over my shoulder through the mirror. It was her. The one with dark blond, silky hair.
"Not to be rude, but this is the men’s room," I said. She took a step closer and kissed me on my lips. It tasted like more. We started kissing. It had been a while since I had had female contact at this level. It probably didn't look good and it didn't feel good either. She started kissing my neck. Slowly, I noticed the pressure in the erectile tissues of my penis starting to increase. "I really don't have time for this!" I thought to myself. The woman with the cigarettes started to slowly sink down until she was on her knees. I didn't want this. Not now, not like this. She unraveled my penis from my Polo Ralph Lauren underwear. Her tongue was blue. It was probably from cheap shots of alcohol.
Was this real beauty then? Was this the beginning or the end of her story? And had I become the boy my parents hoped I would be? I thought about the fact that this was once someone's little daughter. Somewhere in the world, an old man might be wondering what his daughter is doing. Am I really putting pleasure above my own morals and values?
With my semi-erect circumcised penis still exposed, I lifted her up. After giving her a kiss on her forehead, I pulled up my pants and left the toilets.
It was the usual last hour in any club ever. I met Louis and Gurb at the bar. "Should we have another drink?" I asked Gurb. "I feel like having a cocktail. Something sweet. Lots of sugar. What about you?"
Gurb looked at the menu. "A cognac would go down well right now."
"A cognac? You're only nineteen!" Gurb and Louis laughed. "Two Tequila Sunrises please!" I called to the bartender. "Also, two beers! Thanks!" I also got a beer for Louis. At first, I didn't want to, but I didn't want to spoil the mood either. Besides, I didn't want to show too much that it bothered me so much.
We danced away the last minutes. The club closed, and we decided to walk with the group of Swiss girls. Apparently, they were staying nearby.
As I lagged behind the group, one of them tried to start a conversation with me. "Are you okay?" she asked kindly.
"I'm fine. Just had too much beer. Makes me sleepy." Not true at all, but I've heard people say that.
"You’re tired? The fun has only just began!" And as she said this, she pulled something out of her inner pocket. Her clenched fist, shielded by a half jacket. Who is this girl, anyway? I thought to myself. She opened her hand flat, and right in the center of her palm lay two small pills with a smiley face on them. At least, they looked like it.
"Oh, I don’t do drugs. Sorry."
"Me neither!" And she swallowed a pill. "Now it’s your turn... Or are you scared?"
Scared? Who did this crazy Swiss witch (with really beautiful eyes) think she was. With her "are you scared". I'll show her who's scared.
"Scared? I’m not scared." I picked up the remaining pill and swallowed it.
Everything went in slow motion. Was this who I had become? Was this the same boy from high school? And just before I could swallow, I spat out the pill. She was shocked. I picked up the pill again, dried it with my jacket, and put it back in her fist. "Maybe later!" I shouted, running back to the group, over my shoulder.
I have nothing to say to 9 out of 10 peers I come across. Of course, I can be social. I can also have fun with random people in random situations, but that night, it just tired me out. I also didn't understand what we were doing there. Those girls found me strange anyway. Suddenly, I was the fifth wheel.
"We know this place where they go until 7 in the morning!" The girl leader of the group spoke. I wanted to go home. "If you guys want, you can go. Don't worry about me," I said to Gurb and Louis. The boys had a brief discussion. We agreed to stay for just a little while longer for some drinks. I consented. I was thirsty. "I'll have a Fanta, Louis."
Gurb had reached the last cigarette in his pack. Louis and a girl from the group were nowhere to be found. It didn't even bother me. This guy just walks around with some cash in his pocket and all hell breaks loose. After a night full of stimuli, I understood Louis. Of course, I understood Louis. He's a young god. Handsome, smart guy. But that didn't make me any less angry. It was purely about trust for me. Something inside me said I should stop subconsciously expecting things from people too. It prevents disappointment.
"Hotel please!" I jokingly suggested to Gurb. "Should you call Louis or should I?" I added. Gurb immediately grabbed his Android smartphone and called Louis. He put the call on speaker.
"Are you ready?" Gurb asked.
"Yeah. Sort of."
"What do you mean?"
"We didn't have sex."
"That's fine, right? Tomorrow's a new day!"
"I think I'm in love, man," Louis said.
"...," Gurb said, chuckling as he let out a sigh.
Once we arrived at the girls' hostel, it was already getting light. Louis was thankfully back. There were stains on his pants, around his knees. My focus was solely on arranging a taxi. Although the boys were still flirting, I was really done now. "How are we going to pay for this taxi?" I said a bit too loudly.
There was a silence. "Don't worry. I still have cash," Gurb said.
"Yeah, I knew you would," I replied.
My words clearly hit Louis. "What do you mean by that?" he said.
It was as if time stood still for a few seconds. "Exactly what I said. Better listen." Louis pulled out a small wad of green bills from his pocket. At least 400 euros. "I don't even want to see that money," I reacted. I walked away.
I'll just order a taxi myself.
"Why are you walking away now?" Gurb said.
"Twelve hours ago, I was alone too, and I had a lot more fun then."
"Do you really want to know how I got this money?" Louis said.
Yes, I did want to know. My whole evening revolved around that damn money.
He took a second of pause before he began speaking. "The answer lies in the Mini."
What on earth could be in Gurb's mother's car? Louis was trying to get into my head. "Taxi!"
Once in the taxi, the division was clear. Gurb was upfront, chatting animatedly with the driver. All adventures ever were recounted. Louis and I in the back. One of my best friends since I was thirteen. Funny how things turn out. It was quiet between us. I was in my head, rehearsing how I would bring up the money again. It didn't add up, and he knew it himself. "I don't care, you know," I said, hoping he'd break.
"What don't you care about?"
"About that money."
"What money? You're really a crazy woozy man." Louis burst out laughing again.
On the other hand, it was silent. Gurb had started talking about the driver's family. The driver didn't appreciate it. Gurb meant well. The driver smelled of alcohol. Or was it me? His nails were polished. Maybe his wife was a specialist. I bite my nails myself. Like now.
"In the Mini, oh yeah."
"Shut up. Illegal man."
"You'll never know."
"Stop playing. Just say it!"
Louis grabbed my head, pulled himself towards me, and brought his mouth to my right ear. "Why so serious?" he whispered. He didn't want to tell me.
"But always with this damn money, huh?" I almost shouted at Louis. I broke every silence within a radius of 10 kilometers.
"I'm trying my best, bro. It is what it is. I can't make it any different," he replied. It was clearly bothering him deeply. He ran his hands through his hair. "Sometimes people have to do things. And you know that better than anyone. Sometimes they have to do things they don't really want to or aren't supposed to do."
I knew this spiel all too well. Through all the drunken haziness, I suddenly saw a small glimmer of light. A tiny spark of sincerity. Louis was serious this time.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to involve you in this. I'm sorry," sweat dripped from his forehead.
"You're serious, huh? Damn, man. What mess have you gotten yourself into now? Worse than Terschelling?" Worse than Terschelling would mean stolen goods. Maybe even violence.
"It's not what you think."
"The Adlon Hotel, right?" the driver chimed in. Always saved by the bell, that Louis.
Suddenly I hit my head against the seat in front of me. Of course, I wasn't wearing my seatbelt. The last thing I saw was Gurb waking up in panic from his drunken stupor. One by one, I started losing my senses. It started with the feeling in my fingers. For a brief moment, everything wasn't quite black, and I could only see a vague pattern of colors repeating inside my eyelids. You could compare it to the brief moment after the commercial break before the movie starts in the cinema. The movie was about to begin.
I knew I wasn't dying. At least not yet. Not like this. Not after an overall mediocre night out in Berlin. I found comfort in the image I forced myself to see. It was all in my head. There I was, unconscious.
I saw myself in a third-person point of view. It wasn't like I was actually leaving my body. More like there was a webcam hanging in one of the upper corners of the taxi.
As a child, I used to dream a lot about death. Nights spent awake.
At some point, I developed a kind of compulsive behavior. I kept swaying my torso from left to right with my hands under my head. It became almost like a workout before bedtime. Every night.
I called it dream shuffling. Just like I had learned to shuffle puzzle pieces or playing cards. Making things a little exciting for yourself. But what I almost never told anyone was that I was scared. I was afraid of burglars, who were very agile and muscular.
Especially afraid that they would murder me. I really wanted to know what death was like. It scared me.
These fear visions originated during an all-inclusive vacation in Turkey. I was 6 years old and already in bed. There was a big old TV in our hotel room, so I could secretly watch TV from bed. Every evening, my parents sat on the balcony. Here they discussed their day while enjoying a glass of alcohol. There was a Japanese animated series on TV. In the few seconds that I watched, I saw a scary creature climbing a sort of apartment complex via the balconies. The creature had hundreds of teeth and blond hair. It quickly entered to decapitate the people, then drained them and, as a final insult, robbed them. Dozens of carcasses of dead people were scattered around the apartment complex. The complex on TV resembled the resort where we were in reality, and the TV world merged with my surroundings. I became part of it. I saw people watching. No matter how loudly I screamed for help, they didn't react. The sun became very bright, and the people turned into nothing more than shadows. As the intensity of the sun increased, something became clear to me. These were not people. They had a sort of orange skin. Where I had previously thought it was their nose and mouth, it turned out that these shadowy figures did not have such physical features. They simply had three holes in their heads. The police tried to do something, but in vain. Since then, we always kept the light on in the hallway outside my bedroom. By rocking back and forth, from left to right, I could glance fleetingly at the beam of light under the door. That bit of light, escaping from the hallway into my room, gave me an advantage. It allowed me to stay one step ahead of the burglars. Pretty smart, right?
"From Jamaica to the world!
It’s just love. Why must the children play in the street?"
It was Bob Sinclar with "Love Generation" speaking to us through the taxi's speakers. We were stationary. I was conscious again, but I didn't feel alive at all. "How long was I out?" I asked Louis.
I could tell by his expression that he was relieved. Relieved that I was back. "One minute," he almost apologized. Louis gave me a pat on the shoulder. Gurb, on the other hand, was sleeping. He slept like a baby cub.
I put my right index finger on my forehead. It felt wet, but it wasn't blood. Blood feels different. Meanwhile, I kept hearing whistling.
"Be the love generation! Oh yeah!" It was still that same song by Bob Sinclar.
The earlier scent of alcohol had now been replaced by the smell of incense. It smelled like the same incense I had in my room. Sold to me as Tibetan 39 incense. I had bought it at a coffee shop in Rotterdam. I pulled up my notes on my phone. "Who lights incense in a CAR????" I let Louis read from my screen. He took the phone from my hands and started typing as well.
"Look at Gurb >>>" Gurb was so deeply asleep that his head drooped. His seatbelt held his torso in place, but his head ended up on the driver's shoulder. The man didn't mind. He didn't move. I made eye contact with the driver through the rearview mirror, and soon I found him. He winked at me.
We arrived at the hotel. Gurb awakened from his alcoholic hibernation. "Who's going to pay for the taxi?" I asked. Clearly rhetorical. I already knew I would take this one for the team, as usual. I refused to use Louis's money. It was uncomfortably quiet. "By card please," I said.
"I'll always protect you, Louis. You really need to know that. I care about you like my own little brother. I'll always try to help you. But you have to be honest with me. Can you do that?" Louis didn't hesitate.
"Yes. Yes, I can. I'll show you. It's really in the Mini." Meanwhile, the taxi driver's card machine indicated that I had insufficient funds. That couldn't be right. Maybe I had withdrawn too much that evening.
"I have cash in the hotel room," Gurb said to me. Gurb informed the driver in broken English that he would go get his cash. The driver agreed. Money is money, whether it comes now or later. As long as it feels good in your hands.
Louis and I got out of the taxi. "You're not going to light a cigarette now, are you?" Louis wanted to smoke. "Especially for stress. That's really for people who can't handle pain. You need to feel pain. Pain needs to brand you for the rest of your life so you finally learn not to do such stupid things." It fell silent again. My blood boiled. All pots were on the stove. I felt like Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen. "Show me then. Do it."
Louis remained silent and walked around the corner of the hotel. Towards the parking lot. I followed him. "You're not going to find much," said Louis.
"Why not? Are you a magician?"
"No. Just. Not much."
"So there's suddenly magically nothing in Gurb's car?"
"Stop. Get out. Get out of my head!" Louis shouted. Louis had had enough. He was done with the parade. Normally we dealt with hypothetical stories. Only this time it wasn't a joke. I was sure now. Louis had dropped his mask. The revolution had begun. The government had fallen and the dikes had broken. The people were in charge. "You shouldn't freak out like this. Always wanting more. Sweet boy, think about yourself."
After Gurb gave the money to the driver, he came to us. He had a smile on his face, lit a cigarette, and exclaimed, "Brothers!" Once with us, he hugged me. He started laughing. "Maybe I haven't been entirely honest either." Sometimes Gurb seemed like a 38-year-old man. In a positive way. He exuded confidence in a way I didn't often see. Affectionate, with a hint of authority.
We stood in the middle of a large parking lot. "Look. We've reached a point where I might not even care anymore. You guys are teasing me." It did matter to me. Maybe more than ever. I was supposed to be two steps ahead of them, but I couldn't figure it out. "I give up."
The delightful silence returned. Louis and Gurb looked at each other. "You guys win. Apparently, I'm not to be trusted as a friend."
From Louis's expression, I could tell he disagreed with this. "Not true. Come to the car."
We arrived at the car. Louis unlocked it and searched for the trunk button. Gurb had started his third cigarette. "It's a corpse, isn't it? Say it now. I can still help you. I can still help us. I can book a ticket for you. We can get you out of here," I said to Louis.
"Just wait. Nutcase."
"Why won't you accept my help?"
Louis started laughing nervously. Or at least it seemed that way. Perhaps a sly laugh too. Had Louis killed someone? "It's not a corpse. That can't be. You wouldn't be stupid enough to use their ID. You're smarter than that. So it must be something stolen. Haven't you found that button yet?"
Suddenly, we heard a click. Louis had found the button. Somewhere, I didn't want to know. Shouldn't I just trust Louis? Wasn't that the whole point of friendship?
Finally, the moment had arrived. I placed my right hand in the slot of the rear hatch. Something in me doubted. Still. I still doubted. Louis looked dead serious. "You wanted to know, didn't you? Then you also have to be man enough to accept it." Louis was clearly not joking. Or was he acting again? "Pussy," Louis said. I looked away. "You're afraid of what's inside, huh? You're afraid of the real Louis." He began to laugh manically. "Open that thing, man. Nutcase!"
I started laughing too. Why did I make such a big deal out of it? Sweat broke out from every pore in my body. It was even a bit damp in the no man's land between my scrotum and my anus. A tropical climate. It had been quite an adventure the whole evening. I took my hand off the rear hatch and first gave Louis a hug. Not some half-hearted birthday wish. No, a real hug.
"It's okay, buddy," Louis said to me. I had no idea what he meant by that. It fit the moment though.
It was really time now. I opened the rear hatch.
"Where is it?"
"In front of you," said Louis.
"In some secret compartment?"
There was nothing in the trunk. Absolutely nothing. An empty trunk. For an empty evening, in an empty Berlin, with an empty group of guys. I didn't get it.
"You won, man," I whispered. "You finally fucking done did it."
I couldn't believe my eyes. Empty? There was still nothing in the car. Louis just stood there. Emotionally, I was a wreck. I had felt every emotion this evening. Seen every color and smelled every scent. I was done. My body was ready. No longer needed. My mission was complete.
"But why did you do this?" I asked Louis, laughing.
He scratched his chin. It felt like the end of a bad movie.
"I sold our Playstation. Wanted to tell you only after I had sorted everything out again. I terminated my lease. Had some debts, and I also wanted to have some money for once. Once not empty-handed in the club. Once not dependent on my best friends. This is not who I am... I know how much that Playstation meant to you. It was ours together. I should have just told you."
"… and how does Gurb actually make his money?"
2024.05.18 18:29 GPTSportsWriter Oakland Athletics VS Kansas City Royals Prediction 2024-05-18 19:10:00-04:00
 | Oakland Athletics VS Kansas City Royals Prediction 2024-05-18 19:10:00-04:00 submitted by GPTSportsWriter to GPTSportsWriter [link] [comments] MLB Showdown: Oakland Athletics vs. Kansas City Royals Prediction for May 18, 2024IntroductionLadies and gentlemen, baseball aficionados, and those who just love a good old-fashioned prediction, welcome to the ultimate showdown analysis between the Oakland Athletics and the Kansas City Royals. Scheduled for May 18, 2024, at 19:10:00-04:00, this game promises to be a thrilling encounter. But who will emerge victorious? Buckle up as we dive deep into the stats, odds, and a sprinkle of humor to predict the outcome of this clash.Team OverviewOakland AthleticsThe Oakland Athletics, often referred to as the A's, have had a rollercoaster of a season. Known for their "Moneyball" approach, the A's have always been the underdogs who punch above their weight. However, this season has been a mixed bag. With a current win-loss record that resembles a seesaw, the A's have shown flashes of brilliance interspersed with moments of sheer mediocrity.Kansas City RoyalsOn the other side, we have the Kansas City Royals, a team that has been trying to recapture the magic of their 2015 World Series win. The Royals have been consistent, but not in the way they'd like. Consistently average, that is. Their season has been a series of near-misses and "almost there" moments. But as they say, hope springs eternal in baseball.Head-to-Head StatisticsWhen it comes to head-to-head matchups, the Royals have had a slight edge over the A's in recent years. In their last 10 encounters, the Royals have won 6 games, while the A's have managed to clinch 4. However, baseball is a game of inches, and past performance is not always indicative of future results.Player PerformancesOakland Athletics Key Players
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Odds and Betting AnalysisAccording to the latest odds from FanDuel and DraftKings, the Kansas City Royals are the favorites to win this game. Both bookmakers have set the odds for the Royals at 1.54, while the Athletics are at 2.54. This indicates that the Royals are perceived to have a better chance of winning, but the A's are not to be underestimated.FanDuel Odds
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Weather ConditionsThe weather forecast for May 18, 2024, in Kansas City is expected to be clear with a slight breeze. Perfect baseball weather, if you ask me. No rain delays, no wind blowing in from the outfield, just pure, unadulterated baseball.In-Depth AnalysisPitching MatchupThe pitching matchup is always a crucial factor in any baseball game. For this game, the Royals are expected to start Brady Singer, while the A's will counter with Frankie Montas.
Offensive ComparisonOffensively, the Royals have been slightly better than the A's this season. The Royals have a team batting average of .260, while the A's are at .245. The Royals also have more home runs and RBIs, indicating a more potent offense.Defensive ComparisonDefensively, both teams are fairly evenly matched. The Royals have a fielding percentage of .985, while the A's are at .983. Both teams have solid defenses, and errors are unlikely to play a major role in this game.PredictionBased on the odds, player performances, and overall team statistics, the Kansas City Royals have a slight edge over the Oakland Athletics. The Royals' offense has been more consistent, and with Brady Singer on the mound, they have a good chance of shutting down the A's lineup.However, baseball is a game of unpredictability, and the A's have the potential to pull off an upset, especially with Frankie Montas pitching. But if I were a betting man (or AI), I'd put my money on the Royals to win this game. ConclusionIn conclusion, the Kansas City Royals are the favorites to win the game against the Oakland Athletics on May 18, 2024. With a more consistent offense, solid pitching, and favorable odds, the Royals have the upper hand. But as we all know, in baseball, anything can happen. So, grab your popcorn, sit back, and enjoy the game. And remember, it's not over until the fat lady sings, or in this case, until the final out is recorded.References
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2024.05.18 16:21 Asphodaelus Rule 63 Empress of Mankind by Me (some detailed settings I guess)
 | https://preview.redd.it/nmq0tzjeu61d1.jpg?width=3907&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=cb60c2df3b6ab3d0adca4d7f24e83d4b6d992392 submitted by Asphodaelus to ImaginaryWarhammer [link] [comments] Well it's been 2 months ago so not sure if people still remember my little fanart of Empress of Mankind and Lady Malcador! But anyways. Here goes some more arts for the Empress! Some general Roman inspirations and more researches on official arts kinda just resulted in this. Also drew a little expression sheet and young Empress during Neolithic Terra. ImaginaryWarhammer only allowed one image per post so I have to combine all 3 images into 1 smaller (and less clear) image. If you want to see the individual pieces it's on Twitter. edit: my apologies to those wanting muscle mommies, cant draw muscles lmao NOW, lore dump time! (for those who are interested) Her most used alias is Nirvana. She's fond of Greek and Roman cultures, and enjoys good wine and fine arts. Throughout history she had taken on many different visages, and witnessed many important historical events (e.g. Aside from all the visages of the Emperor that were mentioned in official sources, the Empress also worked at Bletchley Park during WWII). She's quite erudite and is well versed in many fields of studies such as history, biochemistry, genetic engineering, literature, religious studies etc.. Her abilities and powers in general does not differ from the Emperor; the same goes for personalities. I mostly draw inspirations from The End and the Death books (in which the Emperor is portraited with slightly more "humanity" in my opinion). The Empress became what she is now out of necessity and does not feel much joy out of it; she is not very good at express her feelings, and becomes more taciturn as time goes by. She cares about the primarches slightly more than the emperor, but since it's only "slightly" it probably doesn't matter that much. It's pretty much the "Artoria does not understand human hearts" (from Fate) kinda feeling but eh. Sorry for the wall of texts but that's it for now. |
2024.05.18 16:15 jennifervwebster Share a special adventure in reading this summer with "Brendella"!
 | https://preview.redd.it/ovuv1xa2171d1.png?width=900&format=png&auto=webp&s=2b784edab0fbe3d0b4f93eee076df85f611d66a8 submitted by jennifervwebster to u/jennifervwebster [link] [comments] This summer, a very special lady is inviting you to once again join her in the most extravagant adventure of a lifetime; yes, once again, feel all of the magic and wonder of Jenn Webster's most enchanting Kindle fantasy extravaganza, “Brendella”! “Brendella” is a wonderful and different kind of story that inspired the Kindle Vella series, “Brendella & Mooi”; it tells the story of a young woman living in Victorian times who is now living in a run-down shack after losing her parents and her possessions in a tragic fire. Since that time, all Brendella had wanted was to have a happy and much better life. One day, Brendella learns that her dreams just might come true when she stumbles upon an old spell book filled with all kinds of spells and magic, and one of those spells is one in which a person chants a spell to summon a mermaid! Brendella takes the book to the beach, and then chants the spell; all of a sudden, she sees not a mermaid, but a handsome merman coming out of the ocean waters! But wait-This was no ordinary merman-this is a merman who is a royal prince of the sea! Brendella takes one look at him, and then she falls instantly in love with him, just as the merman prince takes one look at Brendella and instantly falls in love with her! Thus, their romance starts to blossom and continues to do so; however, just as their love continues to grow, Brendella is kidnapped by a giant worm, and then a curlew, and then a humanoid rock creature! Will Brendella ever find a way to get back to her love and be happy forever after? Well, there is only one way to find out, and that happens to be Jenn Webster's Kindle fantasy extravaganza, “Brendella”! So this summer, become enchanted all over again by reading this incredible fantasy story, “Brendella”, available now at the Amazon Kindle Store!: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09D3Y1WWR |
2024.05.18 16:14 Professional_Prune11 Escape From Heavalun Section Two: Club Chaos
Whats good buds. I hope I did not keep you all waiting too long for a new chapter. I am back with a new fun section of the interlude story between Human Trauma 2 and 3. This time we get a big peak into our leading man's mind and our leading ladies. one being a stuck-up spoiled brat, the other a gruff and too stubborn for his own good gunslinger.
Let's go save our bread
Conor slowly descended the stairs, muscling past a drunken pair of Purletric dancers loitering at the bottom. Once on the ground floor, he vanished into the crowd of undulating, grinding bodies.
None of the dancers paid him any mind as he weaved in and out of their groups. All were far too inebriated to note the predator stalking past or any weapons he carried beneath his jacket. Be it the knife on his hip, the pistol in hand, or the stun granades on his belt.
Clutching the pistol in his metallic hand, Conor wondered what the worn stippling was like to hold. It had been years since his right hand could feel, and the L1-JKL was nowhere near as sharp as when it was manufactured hundreds of standard years ago by Nekarilaqa arms.
At this point, the JKL was ancient, being over tenfold his age. But the Slug thrower was still effective and was integrally suppressed. Those who loved the weapon model would call it the Jackle; Conor was not one of those people.
He preferred to call it the Joker because the pistol was the perfect weapon for his needs or as helpful as breathing on someone. At least the suppressor would make it impossible to hear the weapons report beyond a few meters —-especially with loud base drums.
In an environment as ridiculously voluminous as the nightclub, Conor would not even be able to hear the weapon going off, much less the drunk and high partygoers keying their senses into the ear-splitting music.
Conor’s theory on the level of ignorance the inebriated attendees was given credence when he wrapped his hand on the slimy mouth of one of the Voodal mooks and sent four slugs through his back, blood and viscera showering a group of scantily clad dancers; all of them none the wiser that the warm liquid glowing neon in the club lights was the orange blood of the amphibian.
Instead of taking the time to hide the body in a trashcan like this was a B-rate hollow-flick, Conor shoved the limp body off to the side. the Voodal collapsed against the damp, durecrete wall with a dull thud.
Club security would find the body soon enough and toss it in the alleyway outback, likely assuming he passed out. Until then, the dancers would continue blissfully unaware of the cadaver in their midst. Conor just knew he would likely have to explain to Zyntle why he and Brakul were conducting business in his nightclub; that was in a way taboo for the duo.
“Good kill. Move to the right,” Brakul instructed through the radio. “Next target is lazed.”
“Copy,” Conor muttered coldly into his mask's communication device.
While he passed a pair of green-skinned Kubutals grinding hard against one another, Conor spotted Brakul's laser stock steady on the chest of the next Voodal. He moved quickly, distancing himself from the couple that was only two layers of cloth away from fucking on the dancefloor, needing to speed things up if he was going to win the bet
Once past them, Conor closed the gap between him and the next target, pulling her close. Before the woman registered that she now had a new and less-than-provocative dance partner, Conor slammed her against the wall, pushed his suppressed pistol into her groin, and stitched off four quick shots.
Usually, a bullet smashing your pelvic girdle would cause uncontrolled screaming, But with Conor's metallic elbow crushing the amphibian's trachea, she could only muster a weak croak.
As the Kyrail woman thrashed, her windpipe cracked and crackled; She struggled against Conor like an untamed Rehal: kicking, punching, clawing, all in a desperate animalistic desire to survive. But that could not last forever, and they both knew it; after half a minute, the fight in her amber eyes faded, having drained out with the blood coating her and Conor's boots.
“You better hurry it up; there are only four left,” Brakul mocked as Conor let the dead woman's corpse slump against the wall, and running her pockets.
“You could fucking help me, you Nurlik!” Conor flippantly replied while pulling a bag of visage from the woman's pocket.
“I am helping, just not too much; I still have crit riding on you failing—-remember,” Brakul sniggered.
“This was your idea,” Conor grumbled, leaving the woman gbehind and wafting past another dancer towards the next Kyrail.
Thankfully Brakul did not comment further while Conor was actively dealing with the next target; Brakul might be an asshole, but he was a professional and knew to let Conor work.
Conor covered the gang member's nose with the open bag and drove a swift knee into his grundle; the man’s autonomic functions did the rest. The strike caused them to gasp and breathe in a lungful of the acrid yellowish powder.
The amphibian coughed, bluckling over as his brain was forced to error code by the narcotic. Conor silently thanked Orphian Manufacturing that filters in his mask saved him from the zombifying cloud, unlike the other patrons within arms reach of his last target who also began to fall tot he deck.
“Do I have to remind you of our bet on the Driltol mining platform? Because last I checked, that was your idea,” Brakul commented, shifting his laser to the next target.
Conor huffed in annoyance, remembering that bet and horrible day all too well. He lost five thousand crit and his arm over the course of an hour. All because he was young, inexperienced, hot-headed, and not keeping keyed in on the task.
On top of the physical and financial damage, Conor also learned two important lessons about this line of work. Firstly, he had to stay focused on his current objective while being aware of what was happening nearby.
The second lesson he learned was to trust Brakul's wisdom and counsel. The older mercenary had a far better sense of business and an uncanny ability to tell when a gig would go bottoms up, and they needed to pop smoke.
Those lessons were things Conor still had to remind himself of regularly. He was far more reliable and wise than those days but could not hold a candle up to Brakul.
“Are there any updates on the others?” Conor questioned, slipped behind a pillar, pulling the trigger and splattering another Voodal ganger's brains on the bar, wall, and an unsepecting Farun’se.
“You better hurry up, conman. They just figured out something is going on and are starting to move,” Brakul said calmly.
Grunting to confirm he understood, Conor gave up on flowing like an unseen predator through the crowd and started to force the comparatively diminutive aliens out of the way. Sometimes speed was safety, and with his time hack being measured in seconds—now was one of those times.
Conor pushed through the last group of dancers, most falling to the ground with painful yelps. Once through, he finally had sight of the group of Kyrail. One of the Kyrail was bleeding out on the deck, and two were left standing.
One was a hulking brute with a beer gut, grey scales, and wore a tight tunic like cloth. The red scaled woman was using the older lizard like a shield, yelling something at the Voodal gangers, but the club's music drowned out her voice.
Conor had to give it to the old fool; he had some balls. Even though he was outnumbered and unarmed, he stood stalwart against the last three Voodal gangers, closing the short gap between them.
Balls or not, the Kyrail were not in a winning scenario and would be overwhelmed quickly. With their back-to-wall, Conor had to act fast; there was no way he would lose another bet. Brakul would never let him live that down.
—--
“Stay behind me,” Torkla hissed, pushing Eivaley back from the three aliens.
Eivaley clutched tightly to Torklas clothes and did what she was told. He was the champion appointed ot her by her father; and would fill most of the rolls of a champion until she found someone who could best him.
Her heart was slamming like a hammer and anvil in her chest while the three aliens cackled and kept getting closer. The only question running through her mind and body right now was, what was happening?
This was supposed to be an enjoyable trip, not whatever this nightmare was now.
Daddy had invited her to Heavalun and the COS to get a feeling for the city and the area of space his shipping company was expanding into.
Her father, Vuraley, handled all the tedious paperwork: setting up contacts, buying warehouses, hiring security, and setting up a private spaceport. All she was supposed to do was stay out of trouble, look pretty at a few meetings with clients, and stay close to her security detail.
Now Eivaley was cowering behind the back of one of her clans proudest warriors while three meter-and-a-half tall bipedal frogs brandished weapons and were threatening them. She could not imagine what Daddy would say about this when she got home. Would he cut her allowance? Not let her go out in town again? Or worst of all, not let her go out and see her friends anymore?
Either way, she was not looking forward to what he would do to her—it wasn’t like any of this was her fault.
“Oi, soljah, ‘and, ‘er ovah, and we hont ‘urt yah,” one of the grey-skinned toads croaked, pointing a pistol at Vuraley and flicking off the weapons safety.
“You had better get out of here,” Eivaley hissed reflexively, far to use to having others of her species following her everyword like gospel. “My daddy will have none of this; he will make you all regret this,”
“Stop talking,” Torkla yelled, keeping his eyes on the encroaching Voodal. “you’re not helping.”
What in the grand broods name? Torkla yelled at her. He never yelled at her, even though he had been guarding her since she was a little girl. Torkla was under Oath to obey her, and keep her safe; that includes listening to her. He should not be able to yell at her.
“Yah lil’ lady, yah should listen. We know yer daddy and don’t care, and you are worth too much to pass up,” The Voodal sniggered. “So soljah, yah gonna ‘and ‘er ovah?”
Torkla looked over the men who had paused, slinking closer, and were waiting for his answer. Then he glanced over his shoulder at Eivaley. The girl he might as well have helped raise was shaking like a leaf and needed him to be a rock right now.
“No deal,” Torkla replied, drawing a knife and readying to fight off the aliens or die trying.
The front toad clicked his tongue and languidly twirled the pistol while stepping off to the side. “Come on, no reason tah die fer ‘er. Be reasonable,”
“Torkla would never—” Eivaley started, but he yelled at her again.
“I said shut up,” Torkla barked. “You can get made at me later.”
Eivaley jumped then clutched his jacket and nodded silently, not wanting him to yell anymore. While yes she might be in charge of Torkla and the others her father assigned to her; until she found her own champion she would never have any true power.
“I said no deal,” Torkla affirmed.
The lead toad rolled his eyes and sighed while raising the weapon toward Torkla, readying to slump the stupid royal guardsman.
Once the pistol was full raised they nodded. Both accepting accepting that there was only one way this would go. One of them would end up in a body bag. While the Kyrail and Voodal had many differences this was one thing both accepted.
Neither group would detest giving someone a good death—even though both thought it would be others turn to hit the deck.
The next few seconds were some of the longest, most horrendous moments of Eivaley’s life.
Torkla roared like a beast dredged up from the bottomless dark pits of hell, shot forward, and tried to slip the pistol from the Kyrail’s grip; his fangs snapping as his potent venom trailed passed his lips.
But at his age, Torkla was not the young proud palace guard he was when he was first assigned to be Eivaley’s personal guard.
Now that he was pushing fifty, he was old, slow, and more willing than ever to lay it all on the line for the few people he was bound to protect. Right now, he regrettably could not meet the bill.
A deafening, unsuppressed shot cracked like thunder just as Torklas claws caressed the handgun. The round ripped through his palm and carved a deep canyon in the old warriors skull, showering Eivaley in blood, bone, and brain matter of the man who earlier was chuckling and asking her to dress more modestly.
The crack of the weapon turned the nightclub into pure bedlam. Drunken partygoers screamed while they shoved and trampled one another, desperately trying to get away. Their panic blaring overwhelmed the club's music and Eivaley’s screams.
As soon as the first Kyrail shot Torkla, the others tossed their bags of visage onto Eivaley, showering her in the drug that burned the image of Torkla’s canyoned skull and slumping body into her mind. An image she would remember until her dying breath.
Over her life she would se many more, and had seen hundreds if not thousands of commoners die so far. That one death meant something more to here; but how much it affected her would take many years for her to understand.
“Grab ‘er,” The lead croaker said just before the metallic hand of a massive beast grabbed his head and crushed it like an egg, blood glowing as it squirted between shining metallic fingers.
Whoever just killed the man who shot Torkla picked up the lead ganger and effortlessly tossed the corpse into another one of the gang members. As soon as he was done with that, he lifted his handgun and fired three rounds into the remaining mook, not even bothering to glance fully at them.
In her drug-induced stupor, Eivaley’s mind and body could not focus on anything beyond critical details. Sparse things that stood out so much she could never forget them.
One of the mans arms was covered in metal; whether it was armor or cybernetics, she did not know, nor could she care. At this moment, it was the shining armor of a night of yor: strong, valiant, and rescuing a damsel in distress.
The vissages causing her neurons to misfire, rocketed stories of strong brave men rushing to the rescue of the noble women when their homes were under siege. And as far as seh saw it, this situation was just that.
Her guards failed,and now as if summoned by the gods themselves a brave knight burst forth from nowhere and defied the darkness threatening the dainty princess. No it did not matter she was the 5th princess and would never be queen, just that she had her champion, and it seems that chose her.
Before the visage entirely took effect, Eivaley heard the man say a few words. It was difficult to listen to him through the skull art covered mask he wore, but her savior's voice was deep, reverberating, and filled with clear, driven intent.
“I got the girl; meet you at Stitches’s place,” the man said just as he tossed Eivaley’s now near limp body over his heavily muscled shoulder and rushed through the crowd.
The last thing Eivaley could remember before the visage sunk its fangs deep into her mind was the man kicking open the back door and rushing out into the Heavalun night, bright neon signs, and the dingy alley welcoming them into their midst.
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None of the dancers paid him any mind as he weaved in and out of their groups. All were far too inebriated to note the predator stalking past or any weapons he carried beneath his jacket. Be it the knife on his hip, the pistol in hand, or the stun granades on his belt.
Clutching the pistol in his metallic hand, Conor wondered what the worn stippling was like to hold. It had been years since his right hand could feel, and the L1-JKL was nowhere near as sharp as when it was manufactured hundreds of standard years ago by Nekarilaqa arms.
At this point, the JKL was ancient, being over tenfold his age. But the Slug thrower was still effective and was integrally suppressed. Those who loved the weapon model would call it the Jackle; Conor was not one of those people.
He preferred to call it the Joker because the pistol was the perfect weapon for his needs or as helpful as breathing on someone. At least the suppressor would make it impossible to hear the weapons report beyond a few meters —-especially with loud base drums.
In an environment as ridiculously voluminous as the nightclub, Conor would not even be able to hear the weapon going off, much less the drunk and high partygoers keying their senses into the ear-splitting music.
Conor’s theory on the level of ignorance the inebriated attendees was given credence when he wrapped his hand on the slimy mouth of one of the Voodal mooks and sent four slugs through his back, blood and viscera showering a group of scantily clad dancers; all of them none the wiser that the warm liquid glowing neon in the club lights was the orange blood of the amphibian.
Instead of taking the time to hide the body in a trashcan like this was a B-rate hollow-flick, Conor shoved the limp body off to the side. the Voodal collapsed against the damp, durecrete wall with a dull thud.
Club security would find the body soon enough and toss it in the alleyway outback, likely assuming he passed out. Until then, the dancers would continue blissfully unaware of the cadaver in their midst. Conor just knew he would likely have to explain to Zyntle why he and Brakul were conducting business in his nightclub; that was in a way taboo for the duo.
“Good kill. Move to the right,” Brakul instructed through the radio. “Next target is lazed.”
“Copy,” Conor muttered coldly into his mask's communication device.
While he passed a pair of green-skinned Kubutals grinding hard against one another, Conor spotted Brakul's laser stock steady on the chest of the next Voodal. He moved quickly, distancing himself from the couple that was only two layers of cloth away from fucking on the dancefloor, needing to speed things up if he was going to win the bet
Once past them, Conor closed the gap between him and the next target, pulling her close. Before the woman registered that she now had a new and less-than-provocative dance partner, Conor slammed her against the wall, pushed his suppressed pistol into her groin, and stitched off four quick shots.
Usually, a bullet smashing your pelvic girdle would cause uncontrolled screaming, But with Conor's metallic elbow crushing the amphibian's trachea, she could only muster a weak croak.
As the Kyrail woman thrashed, her windpipe cracked and crackled; She struggled against Conor like an untamed Rehal: kicking, punching, clawing, all in a desperate animalistic desire to survive. But that could not last forever, and they both knew it; after half a minute, the fight in her amber eyes faded, having drained out with the blood coating her and Conor's boots.
“You better hurry it up; there are only four left,” Brakul mocked as Conor let the dead woman's corpse slump against the wall, and running her pockets.
“You could fucking help me, you Nurlik!” Conor flippantly replied while pulling a bag of visage from the woman's pocket.
“I am helping, just not too much; I still have crit riding on you failing—-remember,” Brakul sniggered.
“This was your idea,” Conor grumbled, leaving the woman gbehind and wafting past another dancer towards the next Kyrail.
Thankfully Brakul did not comment further while Conor was actively dealing with the next target; Brakul might be an asshole, but he was a professional and knew to let Conor work.
Conor covered the gang member's nose with the open bag and drove a swift knee into his grundle; the man’s autonomic functions did the rest. The strike caused them to gasp and breathe in a lungful of the acrid yellowish powder.
The amphibian coughed, bluckling over as his brain was forced to error code by the narcotic. Conor silently thanked Orphian Manufacturing that filters in his mask saved him from the zombifying cloud, unlike the other patrons within arms reach of his last target who also began to fall tot he deck.
“Do I have to remind you of our bet on the Driltol mining platform? Because last I checked, that was your idea,” Brakul commented, shifting his laser to the next target.
Conor huffed in annoyance, remembering that bet and horrible day all too well. He lost five thousand crit and his arm over the course of an hour. All because he was young, inexperienced, hot-headed, and not keeping keyed in on the task.
On top of the physical and financial damage, Conor also learned two important lessons about this line of work. Firstly, he had to stay focused on his current objective while being aware of what was happening nearby.
The second lesson he learned was to trust Brakul's wisdom and counsel. The older mercenary had a far better sense of business and an uncanny ability to tell when a gig would go bottoms up, and they needed to pop smoke.
Those lessons were things Conor still had to remind himself of regularly. He was far more reliable and wise than those days but could not hold a candle up to Brakul.
“Are there any updates on the others?” Conor questioned, slipped behind a pillar, pulling the trigger and splattering another Voodal ganger's brains on the bar, wall, and an unsepecting Farun’se.
“You better hurry up, conman. They just figured out something is going on and are starting to move,” Brakul said calmly.
Grunting to confirm he understood, Conor gave up on flowing like an unseen predator through the crowd and started to force the comparatively diminutive aliens out of the way. Sometimes speed was safety, and with his time hack being measured in seconds—now was one of those times.
Conor pushed through the last group of dancers, most falling to the ground with painful yelps. Once through, he finally had sight of the group of Kyrail. One of the Kyrail was bleeding out on the deck, and two were left standing.
One was a hulking brute with a beer gut, grey scales, and wore a tight tunic like cloth. The red scaled woman was using the older lizard like a shield, yelling something at the Voodal gangers, but the club's music drowned out her voice.
Conor had to give it to the old fool; he had some balls. Even though he was outnumbered and unarmed, he stood stalwart against the last three Voodal gangers, closing the short gap between them.
Balls or not, the Kyrail were not in a winning scenario and would be overwhelmed quickly. With their back-to-wall, Conor had to act fast; there was no way he would lose another bet. Brakul would never let him live that down.
—--
“Stay behind me,” Torkla hissed, pushing Eivaley back from the three aliens.
Eivaley clutched tightly to Torklas clothes and did what she was told. He was the champion appointed ot her by her father; and would fill most of the rolls of a champion until she found someone who could best him.
Her heart was slamming like a hammer and anvil in her chest while the three aliens cackled and kept getting closer. The only question running through her mind and body right now was, what was happening?
This was supposed to be an enjoyable trip, not whatever this nightmare was now.
Daddy had invited her to Heavalun and the COS to get a feeling for the city and the area of space his shipping company was expanding into.
Her father, Vuraley, handled all the tedious paperwork: setting up contacts, buying warehouses, hiring security, and setting up a private spaceport. All she was supposed to do was stay out of trouble, look pretty at a few meetings with clients, and stay close to her security detail.
Now Eivaley was cowering behind the back of one of her clans proudest warriors while three meter-and-a-half tall bipedal frogs brandished weapons and were threatening them. She could not imagine what Daddy would say about this when she got home. Would he cut her allowance? Not let her go out in town again? Or worst of all, not let her go out and see her friends anymore?
Either way, she was not looking forward to what he would do to her—it wasn’t like any of this was her fault.
“Oi, soljah, ‘and, ‘er ovah, and we hont ‘urt yah,” one of the grey-skinned toads croaked, pointing a pistol at Vuraley and flicking off the weapons safety.
“You had better get out of here,” Eivaley hissed reflexively, far to use to having others of her species following her everyword like gospel. “My daddy will have none of this; he will make you all regret this,”
“Stop talking,” Torkla yelled, keeping his eyes on the encroaching Voodal. “you’re not helping.”
What in the grand broods name? Torkla yelled at her. He never yelled at her, even though he had been guarding her since she was a little girl. Torkla was under Oath to obey her, and keep her safe; that includes listening to her. He should not be able to yell at her.
“Yah lil’ lady, yah should listen. We know yer daddy and don’t care, and you are worth too much to pass up,” The Voodal sniggered. “So soljah, yah gonna ‘and ‘er ovah?”
Torkla looked over the men who had paused, slinking closer, and were waiting for his answer. Then he glanced over his shoulder at Eivaley. The girl he might as well have helped raise was shaking like a leaf and needed him to be a rock right now.
“No deal,” Torkla replied, drawing a knife and readying to fight off the aliens or die trying.
The front toad clicked his tongue and languidly twirled the pistol while stepping off to the side. “Come on, no reason tah die fer ‘er. Be reasonable,”
“Torkla would never—” Eivaley started, but he yelled at her again.
“I said shut up,” Torkla barked. “You can get made at me later.”
Eivaley jumped then clutched his jacket and nodded silently, not wanting him to yell anymore. While yes she might be in charge of Torkla and the others her father assigned to her; until she found her own champion she would never have any true power.
“I said no deal,” Torkla affirmed.
The lead toad rolled his eyes and sighed while raising the weapon toward Torkla, readying to slump the stupid royal guardsman.
Once the pistol was full raised they nodded. Both accepting accepting that there was only one way this would go. One of them would end up in a body bag. While the Kyrail and Voodal had many differences this was one thing both accepted.
Neither group would detest giving someone a good death—even though both thought it would be others turn to hit the deck.
The next few seconds were some of the longest, most horrendous moments of Eivaley’s life.
Torkla roared like a beast dredged up from the bottomless dark pits of hell, shot forward, and tried to slip the pistol from the Kyrail’s grip; his fangs snapping as his potent venom trailed passed his lips.
But at his age, Torkla was not the young proud palace guard he was when he was first assigned to be Eivaley’s personal guard.
Now that he was pushing fifty, he was old, slow, and more willing than ever to lay it all on the line for the few people he was bound to protect. Right now, he regrettably could not meet the bill.
A deafening, unsuppressed shot cracked like thunder just as Torklas claws caressed the handgun. The round ripped through his palm and carved a deep canyon in the old warriors skull, showering Eivaley in blood, bone, and brain matter of the man who earlier was chuckling and asking her to dress more modestly.
The crack of the weapon turned the nightclub into pure bedlam. Drunken partygoers screamed while they shoved and trampled one another, desperately trying to get away. Their panic blaring overwhelmed the club's music and Eivaley’s screams.
As soon as the first Kyrail shot Torkla, the others tossed their bags of visage onto Eivaley, showering her in the drug that burned the image of Torkla’s canyoned skull and slumping body into her mind. An image she would remember until her dying breath.
Over her life she would se many more, and had seen hundreds if not thousands of commoners die so far. That one death meant something more to here; but how much it affected her would take many years for her to understand.
“Grab ‘er,” The lead croaker said just before the metallic hand of a massive beast grabbed his head and crushed it like an egg, blood glowing as it squirted between shining metallic fingers.
Whoever just killed the man who shot Torkla picked up the lead ganger and effortlessly tossed the corpse into another one of the gang members. As soon as he was done with that, he lifted his handgun and fired three rounds into the remaining mook, not even bothering to glance fully at them.
In her drug-induced stupor, Eivaley’s mind and body could not focus on anything beyond critical details. Sparse things that stood out so much she could never forget them.
One of the mans arms was covered in metal; whether it was armor or cybernetics, she did not know, nor could she care. At this moment, it was the shining armor of a night of yor: strong, valiant, and rescuing a damsel in distress.
The vissages causing her neurons to misfire, rocketed stories of strong brave men rushing to the rescue of the noble women when their homes were under siege. And as far as seh saw it, this situation was just that.
Her guards failed,and now as if summoned by the gods themselves a brave knight burst forth from nowhere and defied the darkness threatening the dainty princess. No it did not matter she was the 5th princess and would never be queen, just that she had her champion, and it seems that chose her.
Before the visage entirely took effect, Eivaley heard the man say a few words. It was difficult to listen to him through the skull art covered mask he wore, but her savior's voice was deep, reverberating, and filled with clear, driven intent.
“I got the girl; meet you at Stitches’s place,” the man said just as he tossed Eivaley’s now near limp body over his heavily muscled shoulder and rushed through the crowd.
The last thing Eivaley could remember before the visage sunk its fangs deep into her mind was the man kicking open the back door and rushing out into the Heavalun night, bright neon signs, and the dingy alley welcoming them into their midst.
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2024.05.18 15:05 Dacarolen Catelyn Darklyn, Lady of Duskendale
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Discord Tag: @augie0443
Name and House: Catelyn Darklyn
Age: 21
Cultural Group: DuskendaleCrownlands
Appearance: Standing at around five feet, four inches, Catelyn Darklyn is a woman with a frail appearance and pale coloring. Black of eyes and chestnut coloring of hair, her soft silks and frail demeanor create an image of delicate aura. With a soft smile and soft tone, she initially does not seem like much but she stands out through her eagerness for extravagant and exotic attire.
Trait: Steward
Skill(s): Architect (E), Avaricious (E), and Scrutinous
Talent(s): Dancing, Singing and Acting
Negative Trait (s): N/A
Starting Title (s): Lady of Duskendale
Starting Location: Opening Event
Biography:
Much like their city, the Darklyns have seen better times and brighter horizons than the twilight of the now. On the onset of the conquest, Dannis Darklyn led his family and arms in support of Aegon Targaryen, the Great Conqueror. For his zealous support, the man was rewarded with a post upon the newly forged small council - a reward Dannis time and time again fought to keep for himself.
Yet in assisting Aegon (though in truth many shall argue he had no choice on the matter) Dannis abetted the conditions that began the decline of Duskendale. With the forging of the Seven Kingdoms into one realm, a capital was needed. Thus arose King's Landing. With the rise of King's Landing, Dannis Darklyn has seen his own home begin to wither away in the shadow of a greater holding.
So too has his family withered. His son, Young Robert Darklyn, died in a hunting accident in 20 AC - and this young lord in turn left two daughters and a miscarriage.
Catelyn was born in 4 AC amidst the end of the conquest and the various wars that came along with such a cataclysmic move. Eldest of two daughters, Catelyn was never intended to sit upon the Dusk Chair. Her father held hope that one day his wife might yet sire a son, but in the end these hopes and prayers went unanswered. Catelyn was joined two years later by another child, but alas it was another daughter, a Meredyth Darklyn.
She did not begin formal education until she turned six, but eventually her father began grooming her to be heir. Her tutors proved to be indulgent and controlling, constantly reminding her of her status as future Lady of Duskendale while also chastising her for any acts of freedom or defiance. Her early days were spent in study and prayer, a regiment which allowed for little freedom or time for herself. After all, why does a child need any moment to themselves?
Growing up, Catelyn proved to find her parents a distant set of individuals. Her father kept a firm distance from his heir and daughter, often remarking to his councilors ‘what am I meant to tell her? What could we possibly speak about?’ Her mother in turn often spent her time at court in King's Landing, immersing herself in the growing court culture there as a way to cope with her inability to sire a "proper heir." Amidst all this, Catelyn grew closest to her grandfather Dannis, who took a keen interest in ensuring his granddaughter’s wellbeing and education. Undoubtedly this interest being fueled by his increasing worry over the legacy he'd leave for his house.
For all the abandonment and absence of her parents, Catelyn did enjoy her happy moments during childhood. Catelyn and her sister often spent their summers at Sunhail Tower, just south of the city, where the isolation of the tower - manor freed them from the near suffocating smells of Duskendale. It was here, amidst the walls of the manor, that she spent her summer days dreaming about the folktales and stories often uttered by the wet nurses at bedtime. Amidst these walls, she could allow her mind to wander in the presence of the images of past kings and legendary figures; a Darklyn King Alexander I images of The Mother and Maiden, and tales of the Crab Kings were all part of an assortment of stories and folklore that kept her mind dreaming during these few moons of respite.
This respite ended in 20 AC, when her father perished. With her grandfather still in King's Landing, Catelyn was forced to ascend to her family's seat. She became Duskendale’s true lady in 23 AC, when her grandfather at last left for the countryside, exhausted from the years of petty politicking in the royal court.
Catelyn has ruled Duskendale for two years, and yet she's already left a mark upon the minds of her smallfolk. She is young and comely, a fact which endears her to the smallfolk. Yet Catelyn is also extremely introverted, keeping away from the world while often indulging her days in poetry, writing and constant thought on magnificent works for Duskendale. However, Catelyn has taken time to travel her lands, humble as her holdings are in comparison to the days of the Dusk Kings of old. She enjoys speaking with the smallfolk, and often proves generous to those smallfolk who show her kindness and grace during her travels.
Yet her councilors and vassals find themselves increasingly worried for their futures. Catelyn has promised to build a new castle outside Duskendale along the shores of Blackwater Bay, a castle of white marble and of paintings in the style of the Free Cities. A true keep for the tales. All that remains to be seen is what runs out first; her dreams or her coffers?
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Meredyth Darklyn (Scholar), young sister to Catelyn Darklyn and her keen friend. Unfortunately, Meredyth is said to suffer from worse afflictions than her sister and is known for being mentally distant from the world.
Corliss Darklyn (Magnate), the flashy cousin of Catelyn. Young Corliss is known for being vibrant and open to the world. While he's no party animal, he is no stranger to the affairs of court both at home and in King's Landing.
Ellyn Darklyn (Medic), the sweet cousin of Catelyn. Ellyn is known for being a vibrant personality much like her brother. However, much to the worry of the local septon, she's a woman of little faith who has been vexed by the mysteries of the mortal world.
Corlys Darkgood (Master at Arms), master at arms for Duskendale.
Gerold Darke (Warrior - Swords), the most prominent fighter from Duskendale.
Dannis Darklyn (Magnate), the leal vassal of Aegon the Conqueror and talented Master of Coin (former). His age has brought him exhaustion, but his talents remain honed as ever, if unused.
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Discord Tag: @augie0443
Name and House: Catelyn Darklyn
Age: 21
Cultural Group: DuskendaleCrownlands
Appearance: Standing at around five feet, four inches, Catelyn Darklyn is a woman with a frail appearance and pale coloring. Black of eyes and chestnut coloring of hair, her soft silks and frail demeanor create an image of delicate aura. With a soft smile and soft tone, she initially does not seem like much but she stands out through her eagerness for extravagant and exotic attire.
Trait: Steward
Skill(s): Architect (E), Avaricious (E), and Scrutinous
Talent(s): Dancing, Singing and Acting
Negative Trait (s): N/A
Starting Title (s): Lady of Duskendale
Starting Location: Opening Event
Biography:
Much like their city, the Darklyns have seen better times and brighter horizons than the twilight of the now. On the onset of the conquest, Dannis Darklyn led his family and arms in support of Aegon Targaryen, the Great Conqueror. For his zealous support, the man was rewarded with a post upon the newly forged small council - a reward Dannis time and time again fought to keep for himself.
Yet in assisting Aegon (though in truth many shall argue he had no choice on the matter) Dannis abetted the conditions that began the decline of Duskendale. With the forging of the Seven Kingdoms into one realm, a capital was needed. Thus arose King's Landing. With the rise of King's Landing, Dannis Darklyn has seen his own home begin to wither away in the shadow of a greater holding.
So too has his family withered. His son, Young Robert Darklyn, died in a hunting accident in 20 AC - and this young lord in turn left two daughters and a miscarriage.
Catelyn was born in 4 AC amidst the end of the conquest and the various wars that came along with such a cataclysmic move. Eldest of two daughters, Catelyn was never intended to sit upon the Dusk Chair. Her father held hope that one day his wife might yet sire a son, but in the end these hopes and prayers went unanswered. Catelyn was joined two years later by another child, but alas it was another daughter, a Meredyth Darklyn.
She did not begin formal education until she turned six, but eventually her father began grooming her to be heir. Her tutors proved to be indulgent and controlling, constantly reminding her of her status as future Lady of Duskendale while also chastising her for any acts of freedom or defiance. Her early days were spent in study and prayer, a regiment which allowed for little freedom or time for herself. After all, why does a child need any moment to themselves?
Growing up, Catelyn proved to find her parents a distant set of individuals. Her father kept a firm distance from his heir and daughter, often remarking to his councilors ‘what am I meant to tell her? What could we possibly speak about?’ Her mother in turn often spent her time at court in King's Landing, immersing herself in the growing court culture there as a way to cope with her inability to sire a "proper heir." Amidst all this, Catelyn grew closest to her grandfather Dannis, who took a keen interest in ensuring his granddaughter’s wellbeing and education. Undoubtedly this interest being fueled by his increasing worry over the legacy he'd leave for his house.
For all the abandonment and absence of her parents, Catelyn did enjoy her happy moments during childhood. Catelyn and her sister often spent their summers at Sunhail Tower, just south of the city, where the isolation of the tower - manor freed them from the near suffocating smells of Duskendale. It was here, amidst the walls of the manor, that she spent her summer days dreaming about the folktales and stories often uttered by the wet nurses at bedtime. Amidst these walls, she could allow her mind to wander in the presence of the images of past kings and legendary figures; a Darklyn King Alexander I images of The Mother and Maiden, and tales of the Crab Kings were all part of an assortment of stories and folklore that kept her mind dreaming during these few moons of respite.
This respite ended in 20 AC, when her father perished. With her grandfather still in King's Landing, Catelyn was forced to ascend to her family's seat. She became Duskendale’s true lady in 23 AC, when her grandfather at last left for the countryside, exhausted from the years of petty politicking in the royal court.
Catelyn has ruled Duskendale for two years, and yet she's already left a mark upon the minds of her smallfolk. She is young and comely, a fact which endears her to the smallfolk. Yet Catelyn is also extremely introverted, keeping away from the world while often indulging her days in poetry, writing and constant thought on magnificent works for Duskendale. However, Catelyn has taken time to travel her lands, humble as her holdings are in comparison to the days of the Dusk Kings of old. She enjoys speaking with the smallfolk, and often proves generous to those smallfolk who show her kindness and grace during her travels.
Yet her councilors and vassals find themselves increasingly worried for their futures. Catelyn has promised to build a new castle outside Duskendale along the shores of Blackwater Bay, a castle of white marble and of paintings in the style of the Free Cities. A true keep for the tales. All that remains to be seen is what runs out first; her dreams or her coffers?
Family Tree: https://www.familyecho.com/?p=IT4ER&c=96b63z8qtyw3uiz3&f=848637710707852203
Supporting Character(s):
Jonos Darklyn (General), Catelyn Darklyn’s uncle and keen worry. Her uncle Jonos is known for being a rigid man, traditional in his view of faith and quick to embrace martial options.Meredyth Darklyn (Scholar), young sister to Catelyn Darklyn and her keen friend. Unfortunately, Meredyth is said to suffer from worse afflictions than her sister and is known for being mentally distant from the world.
Corliss Darklyn (Magnate), the flashy cousin of Catelyn. Young Corliss is known for being vibrant and open to the world. While he's no party animal, he is no stranger to the affairs of court both at home and in King's Landing.
Ellyn Darklyn (Medic), the sweet cousin of Catelyn. Ellyn is known for being a vibrant personality much like her brother. However, much to the worry of the local septon, she's a woman of little faith who has been vexed by the mysteries of the mortal world.
Corlys Darkgood (Master at Arms), master at arms for Duskendale.
Gerold Darke (Warrior - Swords), the most prominent fighter from Duskendale.
Dannis Darklyn (Magnate), the leal vassal of Aegon the Conqueror and talented Master of Coin (former). His age has brought him exhaustion, but his talents remain honed as ever, if unused.
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Collection: https://www.discogs.com/usedevito.mark/collection?sort=added&sort_order=desc
The Allman Brothers Band – Eat A Peach VG+/VG+ $32
https://www.discogs.com/release/1284784-The-Allman-Brothers-Band-Eat-A-Peach
America – America NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/18526771-America-America?ev=item-vc
The Association – Greatest Hits! VG+/VG+ $8
https://www.discogs.com/release/12053469-The-Association-Greatest-Hits
Aum – Resurrection VG/VG+ $15
https://www.discogs.com/release/616709-Aum-Resurrection
Badfinger - Magic Christian Music VG+/VG+ $14
https://www.discogs.com/release/10390165-Badfinger-Magic-Christian-Music
Badfinger - No Dice VG+/VG+ $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/9969975-Badfinger-No-Dice
Syd Barrett – The Solo Works Of Syd Barrett NM/NM (The 45 single has a seam split) $88
https://www.discogs.com/release/28522522-Syd-Barrett-The-Solo-Works-Of-Syd-Barrett-?ev=item-vc
The Beach Boys – Smiley Smile NM/NM $75
https://www.discogs.com/release/9073465-The-Beach-Boys-Smiley-Smile
Black Sabbath – Reunion NM/NM $45
https://www.discogs.com/release/28571212-Black-Sabbath-Reunion
Blind Melon - Blind Melon NM/NM $70
https://www.discogs.com/release/4493495-Blind-Melon-Blind-Melon
Blood, Sweat & Tears – Self titled VG/VG $3
https://www.discogs.com/release/3367691-Blood-Sweat-And-Tears-Blood-Sweat-And-Tears
Blur - The Ballad of Darren (Blue vinyl) NM/NM $18
https://www.discogs.com/release/27750243-Blur-The-Ballad-Of-Darren
Bread - Baby I'm-A Want You VG/VG $3
https://www.discogs.com/release/1578998-Bread-Baby-Im-A-Want-You
The Buckinghams – Greatest Hits VG+/VG+ $5
https://www.discogs.com/release/876803-The-Buckinghams-Greatest-Hits
Eric Burdon & War – The Complete Vinyl Collection NM/NM $70
https://www.discogs.com/release/25280323-Eric-Burdon-War-The-Complete-Vinyl-Collection
The Charlatans – Different Days NM/NM $12
https://www.discogs.com/sell/item/2754539884
The Church – FurtheDeeper NM/EX $78
https://www.discogs.com/release/7238861-The-Church-FurtherDeeper
David Crosby – For Free NM/NM $10
https://www.discogs.com/release/22223533-David-Crosby-For-Free
Crosby, Stills & Nash – Crosby, Stills & Nash NM/EX $70
https://www.discogs.com/release/25455337-Crosby-Stills-Nash-Crosby-Stills-Nash
The Cure – Boys Don't Cry VG+/VG+ $90
https://www.discogs.com/release/2468885-The-Cure-Boys-Dont-Cry
Derek And The Dominos – Layla And Other Assorted VG+/VG+ $35
https://www.discogs.com/release/1306997-Derek-And-The-Dominos-Layla-And-Other-Assorted-Love-Songs
DMA's -For Now NM/NM $15
https://www.discogs.com/release/11924334-DMAs-For-Now
DMA's - I Love You Unconditionally NM/NM $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/20371672-DMAs-I-Love-You-Unconditionally-Sure-Am-Going-To-Miss-You
The Doobie Brothers – The Captain And Me. VG+/VG+. $15
https://www.discogs.com/release/18560596-The-Doobie-Brothers-The-Captain-And-Me
Doves - Universal Want NM/EX $55
https://www.discogs.com/release/15922232-Doves-The-Universal-Want
EL & P - Pictures At An Exhibition VG+/VG+ $5
https://www.discogs.com/release/4445497-Emerson-Lake-Palmer-Pictures-At-An-Exhibition
EL & P - Tarkus VG+/vG+ $6
https://www.discogs.com/release/7694228-Emerson-Lake-Palmer-Tarkus
Ben Folds – What Matters Most Singed MN/NM $35
https://www.discogs.com/release/26455823-Ben-Folds-What-Matters-Most?ev=item-vc
Forest – Forest VG/VG $40
https://www.discogs.com/release/2430801-Forest-Forest?ev=item-vc
Graffiti – Graffiti NM/NM $18
https://www.discogs.com/release/24742814-Graffiti-Graffiti
Grateful Dead – American Beauty NM/NM (opened, cleaned and not played) $48
https://www.discogs.com/release/30128726-Grateful-Dead-American-Beauty
Gypsybyrd - Eye Of The Sun NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/17592256-Gypsybyrd-Eye-Of-The-Sun
Gypsybyrd - Visions NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/23992589-Gypsybyrd-Visions
Knifeplay – Pearlty NM/NM Opened and cleaned, never played $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/30180425-Knifeplay-Pearlty
The Kinks - Pop Stars In Disguise NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/18319984-The-Kinks-Pop-Stars-In-Disguise
Lionel Limiñana & David Menke – The Ballad Of Linda L/The Devil Inside Me NM/VG+ $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/23488313-Lionel-Limi%C3%B1ana-David-Menke-The-Ballad-Of-Linda-L-The-Devil-Inside-Me
Paul McCartney & Wings – Band On The Run EX/VG+ $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/4540878-Paul-McCartney-Wings-Band-On-The-Run
Moody Blues – Seventh Sojourn VG/VG $2
https://www.discogs.com/release/3345278-The-Moody-Blues-Seventh-Sojourn
Peter, Paul And Mary – Album 1700 NM/NM $60
https://www.discogs.com/release/24283970-Peter-Paul-And-Mary-Album-1700
Pink Floyd – Wish You Were Here (CD) VG++/VG+ $70
https://www.discogs.com/release/729977-Pink-Floyd-Wish-You-Were-Here
Planet – Information Overload NM/NM $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/22564604-Planet-Information-Overload
Porcupine Tree - The Sky Moves Sideways VG+/VG+ $60
https://www.discogs.com/release/10265119-Porcupine-Tree-The-Sky-Moves-Sideways
Porcupine Tree - Up The Downstair NM/NM $28
https://www.discogs.com/release/17822389-Porcupine-Tree-Up-the-Downstair
The Pretty Things - Box Set. NM/NM $290
https://www.discogs.com/release/26612645-The-Pretty-Things-The-Complete-Studio-Albums-1965-2020
Reverend & The Makers – Heatwave In The Cold North NM/NM $45
https://www.discogs.com/release/26918963-Reverend-And-The-Makers-Heatwave-In-The-Cold-North
Todd Rundgren - A Wizard, A True Star VG+/VG+ $10
https://www.discogs.com/release/380444-Todd-Rundgren-A-Wizard-A-True-Star
Todd Rundgren – Something / Anything? VG+/VG $28
https://www.discogs.com/release/19771591-Todd-Rundgren-Something-Anything
The Sherlocks – People Like Me & You (signed) NM/NM $55
https://www.discogs.com/release/27887013-The-Sherlocks-People-Like-Me-You
The Smile – A Light For Attracting Attention EX/NM $28 (Plays closer to NM, but grading EX)
https://www.discogs.com/release/23529293-The-Smile-A-Light-For-Attracting-Attention
Bruce Springsteen - Lucky Town NM/NM $18
https://www.discogs.com/release/12706383-Bruce-Springsteen-Lucky-Town
Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love NM/VG+ $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/12706339-Bruce-Springsteen-Tunnel-Of-Love
Steppenwolf - At Your Bday Party VG+/VG+ $6
https://www.discogs.com/release/2697826-Steppenwolf-At-Your-Birthday-Party
Steppenwolf - Early Steppen VG+/VG+ $6
https://www.discogs.com/release/4036665-Steppenwolf-Early-Steppenwolf
Steppenwolf - For Ladies VG+/VG+ $7
https://www.discogs.com/release/3090813-Steppenwolf-For-Ladies-Only
Steppenwolf - Hour Of The Wolf VG+/VG+ $8
https://www.discogs.com/release/2714940-Steppenwolf-Hour-Of-The-Wolf
Steppenwolf - Monster VG+/VG+ $7
https://www.discogs.com/release/10086841-Steppenwolf-Monster
Steppenwolf - Steppenwolf 7 VG+/VG+ $7
https://www.discogs.com/release/471410-Steppenwolf-Steppenwolf-7
Steve Miller - Number 5 VG+/VG $5
https://www.discogs.com/release/12304563-Steve-Miller-Band-Number-5
Steve Miller Band – Children Of The Future VG+/VG+ $10
https://www.discogs.com/release/20115676-Steve-Miller-Band-Children-Of-The-Future
Suede - Autofiction NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/25197715-The-London-Suede-Autofiction
Tears For Fears – The Hurting VG+/VG+ $40
https://www.discogs.com/release/23301-Tears-For-Fears-The-Hurting
Traffic – Studio Albums 67-74 NM/VG+ $115 (The covers have the glue issue the set has, they just need to be re-gluded)
https://www.discogs.com/release/13636262-Traffic-The-Studio-Albums-1967-1974
U2 – Songs Of Innocence NM/NM $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/6173051-U2-Songs-Of-Innocence?ev=item-vc
U2 – No Line On The Horizon VG+/VG+ $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/1680455-U2-No-Line-On-The-Horizon?ev=item-vc
U2 – Songs Of Experience NM/NM $14
https://www.discogs.com/release/11212071-U2-Songs-Of-Experience?ev=item-vc
Paul Weller – 22 Dreams NM/NM $38
https://www.discogs.com/release/23970635-Paul-Weller-22-Dreams
Paul Weller - Wild Wood VG+/VG+ $90
https://www.discogs.com/release/1593971-Paul-Weller-Wild-Wood
Paul Weller - Will of The People NM/NM $55
https://www.discogs.com/release/24981313-Paul-Weller-Will-Of-The-People
Paul Weller – Illumination NM/NM $24
https://www.discogs.com/release/21028159-Paul-Weller-Illumination
Paul Weller – A Kind Revolution NM/NM $18
https://www.discogs.com/release/10277601-Paul-Weller-A-Kind-Revolution
Paul Weller – Fat Pop (Volume 1) NM/NM $18
https://www.discogs.com/release/18705007-Paul-Weller-Fat-Pop-Volume-1
Paul Weller – Saturns Pattern NM/NM $18
https://www.discogs.com/release/7027415-Paul-Weller-Saturns-Pattern
Paul Weller – Sonik Kicks NM/NM $65
https://www.discogs.com/release/3508451-Paul-Weller-Sonik-Kicks
Paul Weller – Stanley Road NM/NM $40
https://www.discogs.com/release/9748215-Paul-Weller-Stanley-Road
Paul Weller – True Meanings NM/NM $28
https://www.discogs.com/release/12509150-Paul-Weller-True-Meanings
Paul Weller – Wake Up The Nation VG+/VG+ $85
https://www.discogs.com/release/2257717-Paul-Weller-Wake-Up-The-Nation
The Wild Thymes – Reflections NM/NM $28
https://www.discogs.com/release/22681934-The-Wild-Thymes-Reflections
Steven Wilson – Hand. Cannot. Erase. EX/NM $47
https://www.discogs.com/release/6678914-Steven-Wilson-Hand-Cannot-Erase
Steven Wilson – To The Bone EX/NM $50
https://www.discogs.com/release/10715967-Steven-Wilson-To-The-Bone
Neil Young With The Santa Monica Flyers – Somewhere Under The Rainbow (Nov. 5. 1973) EX/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/26762672-Neil-Young-With-The-Santa-Monica-Flyers-Somewhere-Under-The-Rainbow-Nov-5-1973
Neil Young + Crazy Horse – Fu##in' Up Sealed copy $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/30457400-Neil-Young-Crazy-Horse-Fuin-Up
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Free shipping to the USA
Buy 1, get the second 25% off
Buy 2, get the third 50% off
Buy 3, get the fourth 75% off
Condition: vinyl / sleeve, link to the pressing is below
Below is my collection; there are only a few not listed I may consider selling.
Collection: https://www.discogs.com/usedevito.mark/collection?sort=added&sort_order=desc
The Allman Brothers Band – Eat A Peach VG+/VG+ $32
https://www.discogs.com/release/1284784-The-Allman-Brothers-Band-Eat-A-Peach
America – America NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/18526771-America-America?ev=item-vc
The Association – Greatest Hits! VG+/VG+ $8
https://www.discogs.com/release/12053469-The-Association-Greatest-Hits
Aum – Resurrection VG/VG+ $15
https://www.discogs.com/release/616709-Aum-Resurrection
Badfinger - Magic Christian Music VG+/VG+ $14
https://www.discogs.com/release/10390165-Badfinger-Magic-Christian-Music
Badfinger - No Dice VG+/VG+ $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/9969975-Badfinger-No-Dice
Syd Barrett – The Solo Works Of Syd Barrett NM/NM (The 45 single has a seam split) $88
https://www.discogs.com/release/28522522-Syd-Barrett-The-Solo-Works-Of-Syd-Barrett-?ev=item-vc
The Beach Boys – Smiley Smile NM/NM $75
https://www.discogs.com/release/9073465-The-Beach-Boys-Smiley-Smile
Black Sabbath – Reunion NM/NM $45
https://www.discogs.com/release/28571212-Black-Sabbath-Reunion
Blind Melon - Blind Melon NM/NM $70
https://www.discogs.com/release/4493495-Blind-Melon-Blind-Melon
Blood, Sweat & Tears – Self titled VG/VG $3
https://www.discogs.com/release/3367691-Blood-Sweat-And-Tears-Blood-Sweat-And-Tears
Blur - The Ballad of Darren (Blue vinyl) NM/NM $18
https://www.discogs.com/release/27750243-Blur-The-Ballad-Of-Darren
Bread - Baby I'm-A Want You VG/VG $3
https://www.discogs.com/release/1578998-Bread-Baby-Im-A-Want-You
The Buckinghams – Greatest Hits VG+/VG+ $5
https://www.discogs.com/release/876803-The-Buckinghams-Greatest-Hits
Eric Burdon & War – The Complete Vinyl Collection NM/NM $70
https://www.discogs.com/release/25280323-Eric-Burdon-War-The-Complete-Vinyl-Collection
The Charlatans – Different Days NM/NM $12
https://www.discogs.com/sell/item/2754539884
The Church – FurtheDeeper NM/EX $78
https://www.discogs.com/release/7238861-The-Church-FurtherDeeper
David Crosby – For Free NM/NM $10
https://www.discogs.com/release/22223533-David-Crosby-For-Free
Crosby, Stills & Nash – Crosby, Stills & Nash NM/EX $70
https://www.discogs.com/release/25455337-Crosby-Stills-Nash-Crosby-Stills-Nash
The Cure – Boys Don't Cry VG+/VG+ $90
https://www.discogs.com/release/2468885-The-Cure-Boys-Dont-Cry
Derek And The Dominos – Layla And Other Assorted VG+/VG+ $35
https://www.discogs.com/release/1306997-Derek-And-The-Dominos-Layla-And-Other-Assorted-Love-Songs
DMA's -For Now NM/NM $15
https://www.discogs.com/release/11924334-DMAs-For-Now
DMA's - I Love You Unconditionally NM/NM $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/20371672-DMAs-I-Love-You-Unconditionally-Sure-Am-Going-To-Miss-You
The Doobie Brothers – The Captain And Me. VG+/VG+. $15
https://www.discogs.com/release/18560596-The-Doobie-Brothers-The-Captain-And-Me
Doves - Universal Want NM/EX $55
https://www.discogs.com/release/15922232-Doves-The-Universal-Want
EL & P - Pictures At An Exhibition VG+/VG+ $5
https://www.discogs.com/release/4445497-Emerson-Lake-Palmer-Pictures-At-An-Exhibition
EL & P - Tarkus VG+/vG+ $6
https://www.discogs.com/release/7694228-Emerson-Lake-Palmer-Tarkus
Ben Folds – What Matters Most Singed MN/NM $35
https://www.discogs.com/release/26455823-Ben-Folds-What-Matters-Most?ev=item-vc
Forest – Forest VG/VG $40
https://www.discogs.com/release/2430801-Forest-Forest?ev=item-vc
Graffiti – Graffiti NM/NM $18
https://www.discogs.com/release/24742814-Graffiti-Graffiti
Grateful Dead – American Beauty NM/NM (opened, cleaned and not played) $48
https://www.discogs.com/release/30128726-Grateful-Dead-American-Beauty
Gypsybyrd - Eye Of The Sun NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/17592256-Gypsybyrd-Eye-Of-The-Sun
Gypsybyrd - Visions NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/23992589-Gypsybyrd-Visions
Knifeplay – Pearlty NM/NM Opened and cleaned, never played $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/30180425-Knifeplay-Pearlty
The Kinks - Pop Stars In Disguise NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/18319984-The-Kinks-Pop-Stars-In-Disguise
Lionel Limiñana & David Menke – The Ballad Of Linda L/The Devil Inside Me NM/VG+ $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/23488313-Lionel-Limi%C3%B1ana-David-Menke-The-Ballad-Of-Linda-L-The-Devil-Inside-Me
Paul McCartney & Wings – Band On The Run EX/VG+ $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/4540878-Paul-McCartney-Wings-Band-On-The-Run
Moody Blues – Seventh Sojourn VG/VG $2
https://www.discogs.com/release/3345278-The-Moody-Blues-Seventh-Sojourn
Peter, Paul And Mary – Album 1700 NM/NM $60
https://www.discogs.com/release/24283970-Peter-Paul-And-Mary-Album-1700
Pink Floyd – Wish You Were Here (CD) VG++/VG+ $70
https://www.discogs.com/release/729977-Pink-Floyd-Wish-You-Were-Here
Planet – Information Overload NM/NM $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/22564604-Planet-Information-Overload
Porcupine Tree - The Sky Moves Sideways VG+/VG+ $60
https://www.discogs.com/release/10265119-Porcupine-Tree-The-Sky-Moves-Sideways
Porcupine Tree - Up The Downstair NM/NM $28
https://www.discogs.com/release/17822389-Porcupine-Tree-Up-the-Downstair
The Pretty Things - Box Set. NM/NM $290
https://www.discogs.com/release/26612645-The-Pretty-Things-The-Complete-Studio-Albums-1965-2020
Reverend & The Makers – Heatwave In The Cold North NM/NM $45
https://www.discogs.com/release/26918963-Reverend-And-The-Makers-Heatwave-In-The-Cold-North
Todd Rundgren - A Wizard, A True Star VG+/VG+ $10
https://www.discogs.com/release/380444-Todd-Rundgren-A-Wizard-A-True-Star
Todd Rundgren – Something / Anything? VG+/VG $28
https://www.discogs.com/release/19771591-Todd-Rundgren-Something-Anything
The Sherlocks – People Like Me & You (signed) NM/NM $55
https://www.discogs.com/release/27887013-The-Sherlocks-People-Like-Me-You
The Smile – A Light For Attracting Attention EX/NM $28 (Plays closer to NM, but grading EX)
https://www.discogs.com/release/23529293-The-Smile-A-Light-For-Attracting-Attention
Bruce Springsteen - Lucky Town NM/NM $18
https://www.discogs.com/release/12706383-Bruce-Springsteen-Lucky-Town
Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love NM/VG+ $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/12706339-Bruce-Springsteen-Tunnel-Of-Love
Steppenwolf - At Your Bday Party VG+/VG+ $6
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Steppenwolf - Early Steppen VG+/VG+ $6
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2024.05.18 14:14 MallAffectionate9 Ser Marq Grafton, Heir to Gulltown & Lord Mathos Grafton, Lord of Gulltown
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Discord Tag: m.ro
Name and House: Marq Grafton.
Age: 32.
Cultural Group: Valeman Andal.
Appearance: Taller than a Grafton has any right to be at six-foot-four, wide of shoulder and hard with muscle. Blonde and fair-skinned, with wavy short hair and an equally short beard. Blue-eyed and handsome, most commonly dressed in fineries bearing the colors of his house.
Trait: Strong.
Skill(s): Two-Handed Weapons (E), Andal Knight (E), First Man Warrior.
Talent(s): Hunting, axe-throwing, playing dice.
Negative Trait(s): N/A.
Starting Title(s): Ser, Heir to Gulltown, the Magnificent.
Starting Location: King's Landing.
Timeline:
7 BC - Marq is born in Gulltown as the first child of his parents, Ser Mandon Grafton and Lady Janyce Templeton.
3 BC - Marq's younger sister, Maris, is born in Gulltown.
0 BC - Marq's father, Ser Mandon, dies after Vhagar sets the Gulltown fleet on fire during the Battle off Gulltown. Marq becomes the heir to Gulltown.
1 AC - Marq is sent as a page and cup-bearer to Runestone, and quickly develops a fierce rivalry with Godric Royce.
4 AC - Marq is sent off to [placeholder] to squire for [placeholder].
11 AC - Marq is knighted for valor at one of the many melees hosted at Driftmark.
14 AC - Marq wins a melee at Driftmark.
16 AC - Marq attends the festivities in the Kingswood, only narrowly escaping with his life but distinguishing himself as a warrior and not a mere tourney knight.
20 AC - Marq marries Corenna Corbray, the first-born daughter of Lord Corwyn Corbray of Heart's Home.
21 AC - Marq places well in the lists at the Strawberry tourney, though is defeated by Ser Roland Arryn. The two befriend eachother.
23 AC - Marq places second in a melee at Driftmark.
25 AC - Marq travels toward the capital for the name-day celebrations of the two heirs to the throne to represent his lord grandfather, who cites reasons of age for not attending - but in truth just refuses to attend a dragon's celebrations.
Family Tree: Link.
Supporting Characters:
Lady Maris Grafton - Ship Captain - Younger sister, Captain of the Beacon Fire and the de-facto Admiral of Gulltown. Wife of Ser Jonos Arryn.
Maester Osfryd - Scholar - Maester of Gulltown, a landed knight's bastard from a small village near Rosby. An experienced historian who dabbles in the healing arts - among other things.
Non-Archetyped NPCs:
Ser Gerold Grafton - Lord Commander of the City Watch of Gulltown, uncle.
Ser Jon Grafton - Son of Ser Gerold, cousin. Married to Lady Ellyn Manderly, sister of Lord Damon Manderly of White Harbor.
Rhea Grafton - Daughter of Ser Gerold, cousin.
Uther Shett - Seneschal.
Mandon - Septon.
Alys - Septa.
Ser Qyle Stone - Master-at-Arms.
Ser Creighton Arryn (of Gulltown) - Captain of the Guards.
Ser Pate the Sailor - Harbormaster.
Alloquo of Braavos - Shipwright.
Age: 74.
Cultural Group: Valeman Andal.
Appearance: Wrinkled and nearly bald, with white hair and equally white whiskers - save for a stubborn bit of his moustache that maintains the Grafton coloring, Mathos looks just about how you'd expect a man of his advanced age to look like. Standing at five-foot-ten, the years have withered away what was once a slim albeit muscular body. Blue-eyed and fair-skinned, with an authoritative look about him. Though he just looks old now, he was considered a dashing young man in his prime.
Trait: Numerate.
Skill(s): Avaricious (E), Scrutinous
Talent(s): Finance, reading, hawking, brooding.
Negative Trait(s): Elderly.
Starting Title(s): Lord of Gulltown, Warden of the Bay of Crabs, Protector of Trade, Ser, the Old.
Starting Location: Gulltown.
Biography:
Timeline:
49 BC - Mathos is born as the second son of his sire, Lord Maladon Grafton.
30 BC - Mathos is knighted after a naval battle in the Narrow Sea, where a Gulltown merchant convoy comes under attack by pirates from the Summer Isles.
29 BC - Mathos is wed, and soon after his first-born son, Mandon, is born.
26 BC - Mathos embarks on a journey across the world, travelling from the Arbor to Qarth. During this time, his elder brother Alesandor throws himself out of the Moon Door at the Eyrie for reasons not entirely clear to anyone else, making Mathos the heir to Gulltown.
22 BC - After the death of his father from injuries sustained during a duel of honor against the Lord of Longbow Hall, Mathos becomes the Lord of Gulltown.
19 BC - Mathos's second-born, Gerold, is born at Gulltown.
12 BC - Mathos enacts a new customs policy, bringing in lucrative amounts of exotic trade from Essos. With his new-found wealth, he finances a vast fleet to be constructed.
7 BC - Mathos's grandson, Marq, is born at Gulltown.
3 BC - Mathos's granddaughter, Maris, is born at Gulltown.
0 BC - Mathos' eldest, Mandon, dies at the Battle off Gulltown after the Gulltown armada's defeat of the Targaryen fleet. While the Vale of Arryn, and Gulltown with it, swears fealty to the three-headed dragon, Mathos swears a vow of vengeance in secret.
7 AC - Mathos discreetly finances a Riverlander plot to assassinate King Aegon I Targaryen, which succeeds.
11 AC - Mathos's grandson and heir, Marq, is knighted.
20 AC - Mathos arranges a marriage between his grandson, Ser Marq, and Lady Cyrenna Corbray, and a second between his granddaughter Lady Maris and Ser Jonos Arryn.
22 AC - Mathos withdraws from the council of advisors at the Eyrie, citing reasons of advanced age.
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Discord Tag: m.ro
Name and House: Marq Grafton.
Age: 32.
Cultural Group: Valeman Andal.
Appearance: Taller than a Grafton has any right to be at six-foot-four, wide of shoulder and hard with muscle. Blonde and fair-skinned, with wavy short hair and an equally short beard. Blue-eyed and handsome, most commonly dressed in fineries bearing the colors of his house.
Trait: Strong.
Skill(s): Two-Handed Weapons (E), Andal Knight (E), First Man Warrior.
Talent(s): Hunting, axe-throwing, playing dice.
Negative Trait(s): N/A.
Starting Title(s): Ser, Heir to Gulltown, the Magnificent.
Starting Location: King's Landing.
Timeline:
7 BC - Marq is born in Gulltown as the first child of his parents, Ser Mandon Grafton and Lady Janyce Templeton.
3 BC - Marq's younger sister, Maris, is born in Gulltown.
0 BC - Marq's father, Ser Mandon, dies after Vhagar sets the Gulltown fleet on fire during the Battle off Gulltown. Marq becomes the heir to Gulltown.
1 AC - Marq is sent as a page and cup-bearer to Runestone, and quickly develops a fierce rivalry with Godric Royce.
4 AC - Marq is sent off to [placeholder] to squire for [placeholder].
11 AC - Marq is knighted for valor at one of the many melees hosted at Driftmark.
14 AC - Marq wins a melee at Driftmark.
16 AC - Marq attends the festivities in the Kingswood, only narrowly escaping with his life but distinguishing himself as a warrior and not a mere tourney knight.
20 AC - Marq marries Corenna Corbray, the first-born daughter of Lord Corwyn Corbray of Heart's Home.
21 AC - Marq places well in the lists at the Strawberry tourney, though is defeated by Ser Roland Arryn. The two befriend eachother.
23 AC - Marq places second in a melee at Driftmark.
25 AC - Marq travels toward the capital for the name-day celebrations of the two heirs to the throne to represent his lord grandfather, who cites reasons of age for not attending - but in truth just refuses to attend a dragon's celebrations.
Family Tree: Link.
Supporting Characters:
Lady Maris Grafton - Ship Captain - Younger sister, Captain of the Beacon Fire and the de-facto Admiral of Gulltown. Wife of Ser Jonos Arryn.
Maester Osfryd - Scholar - Maester of Gulltown, a landed knight's bastard from a small village near Rosby. An experienced historian who dabbles in the healing arts - among other things.
Non-Archetyped NPCs:
Ser Gerold Grafton - Lord Commander of the City Watch of Gulltown, uncle.
Ser Jon Grafton - Son of Ser Gerold, cousin. Married to Lady Ellyn Manderly, sister of Lord Damon Manderly of White Harbor.
Rhea Grafton - Daughter of Ser Gerold, cousin.
Uther Shett - Seneschal.
Mandon - Septon.
Alys - Septa.
Ser Qyle Stone - Master-at-Arms.
Ser Creighton Arryn (of Gulltown) - Captain of the Guards.
Ser Pate the Sailor - Harbormaster.
Alloquo of Braavos - Shipwright.
Auxiliary Character:
Name and House: Mathos Grafton.Age: 74.
Cultural Group: Valeman Andal.
Appearance: Wrinkled and nearly bald, with white hair and equally white whiskers - save for a stubborn bit of his moustache that maintains the Grafton coloring, Mathos looks just about how you'd expect a man of his advanced age to look like. Standing at five-foot-ten, the years have withered away what was once a slim albeit muscular body. Blue-eyed and fair-skinned, with an authoritative look about him. Though he just looks old now, he was considered a dashing young man in his prime.
Trait: Numerate.
Skill(s): Avaricious (E), Scrutinous
Talent(s): Finance, reading, hawking, brooding.
Negative Trait(s): Elderly.
Starting Title(s): Lord of Gulltown, Warden of the Bay of Crabs, Protector of Trade, Ser, the Old.
Starting Location: Gulltown.
Biography:
Timeline:
49 BC - Mathos is born as the second son of his sire, Lord Maladon Grafton.
30 BC - Mathos is knighted after a naval battle in the Narrow Sea, where a Gulltown merchant convoy comes under attack by pirates from the Summer Isles.
29 BC - Mathos is wed, and soon after his first-born son, Mandon, is born.
26 BC - Mathos embarks on a journey across the world, travelling from the Arbor to Qarth. During this time, his elder brother Alesandor throws himself out of the Moon Door at the Eyrie for reasons not entirely clear to anyone else, making Mathos the heir to Gulltown.
22 BC - After the death of his father from injuries sustained during a duel of honor against the Lord of Longbow Hall, Mathos becomes the Lord of Gulltown.
19 BC - Mathos's second-born, Gerold, is born at Gulltown.
12 BC - Mathos enacts a new customs policy, bringing in lucrative amounts of exotic trade from Essos. With his new-found wealth, he finances a vast fleet to be constructed.
7 BC - Mathos's grandson, Marq, is born at Gulltown.
3 BC - Mathos's granddaughter, Maris, is born at Gulltown.
0 BC - Mathos' eldest, Mandon, dies at the Battle off Gulltown after the Gulltown armada's defeat of the Targaryen fleet. While the Vale of Arryn, and Gulltown with it, swears fealty to the three-headed dragon, Mathos swears a vow of vengeance in secret.
7 AC - Mathos discreetly finances a Riverlander plot to assassinate King Aegon I Targaryen, which succeeds.
11 AC - Mathos's grandson and heir, Marq, is knighted.
20 AC - Mathos arranges a marriage between his grandson, Ser Marq, and Lady Cyrenna Corbray, and a second between his granddaughter Lady Maris and Ser Jonos Arryn.
22 AC - Mathos withdraws from the council of advisors at the Eyrie, citing reasons of advanced age.
2024.05.18 13:17 BeniaminoMalthus In 'Defense' of Aldarion
A defense of Aldarion is more difficult, and thus will take longer than In 'Defense' of Erendis, which is recommended to read first. We know much less of Aldarion's tale as 'The Mariner’s Wife' is told primarily from Erendis’ side in Númenor, and at the same time, there is a much longer tale in Aldarion’s life during his voyages that we only get a peak of in Gil-galad’s letter that would greatly change our perception of events in ‘The Mariner’s Wife’, particularly during the crucial 877 voyage after Ancalimë is born, which was argued as a fault of Aldarion.
Within the context of the story, Lady Uinen, Maia of the Sea, and Lord Oromë, the Vala of the Forests, could be read as central characters, and a defense of Aldarion is best shown as a tale between these two beings.
We can gather from the texts that Meneldur started to constrain his son’s voyages sometime within the period of 750, when Aldarion created the Guild of Venterurs and 800, when Aldarion was named Heir to the Sceptre. Aldarion was still quite young during this time especially by the standard of the Line of Elros, and Aldarion was within his right to pursue his passions.
Bringing Aldarion the Bough of Return would have further significance to Aldarion in the context of Númenor at this time. When Aldarion was born in 700, the people of Númenor were a fairly reclusive society whose main point of contact with the outside world were Aman. Aldarion was a pioneer and had ventured where no other Númenórean had in Middle-earth, which was widely regarded as the land of the “Men of Darkness”.
Beside Aldarion’s own companions, most in Númenor likely sympathized with Meneldur, making Aldarion feel estranged from his own country.
Aldarion’s happiest days were planting trees with Erendis. As she brought him the Bough of Return, he in turn affirmed her love of Lord Oromë:
While Aldarion came to live with and embrace Erendis’ love of Lord Oromë, himself a lover of trees, Erendis realized during this time that she could never embrace the Lady Uinen:
Then in 850, for the centennial of the founation of the Guild of Venturers, Erendis goes on a small voyage with Aldarion to Andunië:
Much like Erendis hoped to teach Aldarion the ways of Lord Oromë, Aldarion might have thought there was hope to teach Erendis the ways of Lady Uinen.
So what drove Aldarion to the Sea so soon after their wedding and the birth of Ancalimë in 873? We know Aldarion was capable of spending at least 15 uninterrupted years on land in Númenor, and was happy spending them with Erendis. What could have driven him back on a voyage so soon, even if it was intended to be breif, after the birth of his daughter in defiance of the convention of the Eldar?
I will present two possible interpretations of the primary reason that drove Aldarion back into the Sea. The more obvious explanation has to do with the nature of his travels. Gil-galad’s letter to Meneldur is Aldarion’s best defense:
Sometime after Ancalimë’s birth, two things happened. Erendis began to fear the power of the Sea on Aldarion’s heart and Aldarion began to dabble again in ship building. But which came first: Aldarion returning to ship building, or Erendis’ own fear that Aldarion would soon leave again? In the course of the narrative, it would seem Erendis’ fear came first.
Erendis’ dislike of Lady Uinen could also be seen as a betrayal in Aldarion’s mind of the shared harmony they had from their first encounter when she brought the Bough of Return to Aldarion in 816. Afterwards, they both of Lady Uinen and Lord Oromë dwealt in harmony for many years from Aldarion’s perspective, with Aldarion happily planting seeds with Erendis, and Erendis taking voyages with Aldarion.
When Erendis revealed that she actually shared more with Meneldur in condemning his love for Lady Uinen, and that their hopes were not in fact compatable, Aldarion was soon driven back into her arms.
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Within the context of the story, Lady Uinen, Maia of the Sea, and Lord Oromë, the Vala of the Forests, could be read as central characters, and a defense of Aldarion is best shown as a tale between these two beings.
Meneldur and Aldarion's Early Years
From an early age, Meneldur likely stressed to his son Aldarion the importance of his duty as the Heir of the Sceptre. Meneldur did not share in his son’s passions, but certainly had his own:(Meneldur) loved dearly the land of Númenor and all things in it, but he gave no heed to the Sea that lay all about it; for his mind looked further than Middle-earth: he was enamoured of the stars and the heavens.From what little we can glean of Meneldur’s early life, the pursuit of his passions were cut too early for his liking:
When Meneldur received the Sceptre he removed, as he must, from the Forostar, and dwelt in the great house of the Kings in Armenelos. He proved a good and wise king, though he never ceased to yearn for days in which he might enrich his knowledge of the heavens.Meneldur may have been constraining Aldarion’s passions the same way his own had been. In doing this, he tried to impart on Aldarion that a King’s duty was first to the public.
We can gather from the texts that Meneldur started to constrain his son’s voyages sometime within the period of 750, when Aldarion created the Guild of Venterurs and 800, when Aldarion was named Heir to the Sceptre. Aldarion was still quite young during this time especially by the standard of the Line of Elros, and Aldarion was within his right to pursue his passions.
Tar-Meneldur looked coldly on the enterprises of his son, and cared not to hear the tale of his journeys, believing that he sowed the seeds of restlessness and the desire of other lands to hold.As Meneldur began increasing preassures on Aldarion to constrain his voyages, this conflict would likely the the foundation of Aldarion’s land weariness, further driving him into the arms of Lady Uinen. By 816, he would be described as associating ‘life on land’ negatively:
Tar-Meneldur ever opposed his son, and he set a curb on the felling of trees in Númenor for the building of vessels; and it came therefore into Aldarion’s mind that he would find timber in Middle-earth, and seek there for a haven for the repair of his ships.
Life on land was irksome to him, for aboard his ship he was subject to no other will, and the Venturers who accompanied him knew only love and admiration for the Great Captain.
Erendis gives Aldarion the Bough of Return
Before Aldarion would depart again in 816, Meneldur would act even more severely with his son’s Sea-longing and would deny Aldarion’s voyage the ‘Bough of Return’:When a ship departed from Númenor over the Great Sea to Middle-earth a woman, most often of the captain’s kin, should set upon the vessel’s prow the Green Bough of Return; and that was cut from the tree oiolairë, that signifies ‘Ever-summer’, which the Eldar gave to the Númenóreans, saying that they set it upon their own ships in token of friendship with Ossë and Uinen.This would likely be a hurtful act and a condemnation of Aldarion's passions by his father, but Erendis would enter Aldarion’s life at this critical moment:
Erendis came to Aldarion in Rómenna while he was preparing for departure, bearing the Bough of Return for Aldarion’s journey:Erendis would affirm Aldarion’s love of the Sea and Lady Uinen when his father was cold. When Aldarion came back from his voyage in 820, he uncharacteristically came back sooner than he intended, and with a generous gift for Erendis. And soon he would spend his longest known stay on Númenor for Erendis.
Erendis came there, little though she loved the noise and bustle of the great harbour and the crying of the gulls.
Aldarion greeted her with amazement and joy; and she said: ‘I have brought you the Bough of Return, lord: from the Queen.’
‘From the Queen?’ said Aldarion, in a changed manner.
‘Yes, lord,’ said she; ‘but I asked for her leave to do so. Others beside your own kin will rejoice at your return, as soon as may be.’
At that time Aldarion first looked on Erendis with love; and he stood long in the stern looking back as the Palarran passed out to sea.
Bringing Aldarion the Bough of Return would have further significance to Aldarion in the context of Númenor at this time. When Aldarion was born in 700, the people of Númenor were a fairly reclusive society whose main point of contact with the outside world were Aman. Aldarion was a pioneer and had ventured where no other Númenórean had in Middle-earth, which was widely regarded as the land of the “Men of Darkness”.
Beside Aldarion’s own companions, most in Númenor likely sympathized with Meneldur, making Aldarion feel estranged from his own country.
Lady Uinen and Lord Oromë
In a sense, Aldarion and Erendis’ true partners were the Lady Uinen of the Sea and the Lord Oromë of the Forests, for Aldarion’s love of the Sea and Erendis’ love of trees. This becomes clear to them during Aldarion’s longest stay land after he arrives back in Númenor in 843 and seeks out Erendis:‘I will not share my husband with the Lady Uinen,’ said Erendis.A twisted saying indeed for Aldarion, for he also loved trees. His own name is likely to mean “Son of Trees” in Quenya, with the compound of aldar ("trees") and the suffix -ion ("-son"). Lord Oromë, who loves all trees, is known also as Aldaron. Aldarion cuts many trees for his vessels but is also shown to be a good steward of the forests, and it is not suggested that as a mariner he cut more than he planted.
‘That is a twisted saying,’ said Aldarion. ‘As well might I say that I would not share my wife with the Lord Oromë of Forests, because she loves trees that grow wild.’
Aldarion’s happiest days were planting trees with Erendis. As she brought him the Bough of Return, he in turn affirmed her love of Lord Oromë:
But Aldarion wooed Erendis in earnest, and wherever she went he would go; he neglected the havens and the shipyards and all the concerns of the Guild of Venturers, felling no trees but setting himself to their planting only, and he found more contentment in those days than in any others of his life, though he did not know it until he looked back long after when old age was upon him.Aldarion and Erendis could certainly bond over a shared love of trees, though Erendis values them in a different way than Aldarion: Aldarion values them more for their use, while Erendis for their aesthetic value.
While Aldarion came to live with and embrace Erendis’ love of Lord Oromë, himself a lover of trees, Erendis realized during this time that she could never embrace the Lady Uinen:
(Erendis) determined that she must utterly defeat the Sea and the ships, or else be herself defeated utterly.
Erendis conceals her dislike of Lady Uinen
But before their marriage in 871, Erendis makes efforts to conceal this motivation to defeat the Sea in front of Aldarion. From their very first encounter, Erendis conceals her dislike of the atmosphere of the harbor of Rómenna to deliver him the Bough of Return.Then in 850, for the centennial of the founation of the Guild of Venturers, Erendis goes on a small voyage with Aldarion to Andunië:
At length he sought to persuade Erendis to sail with him on a voyage about the Island in the ship Eämbar; for one hundred years had now passed since Aldarion founded the Guild of Venturers, and feasts were to be held in all the havens of Númenor. To this Erendis consented, concealing her distaste and fear; and they departed from Rómenna and came to Andúnië in the west of the Isle.This voyage may have given hope to Aldarion that Erendis could be made to love the Sea eventually. Erendis also displayed an ability to compromise with Lady Uinen. Before Aldarion’s voyage in 863 after their betrothal, she refuses to come with him, but Erendis’ language is still sorrowful and ultimately conciliatory:
‘And, alas! if for love of you I took ship, I should not return. It is beyond my strength to endure; and out of sight of land I should die. The Sea hates me; and now it is revenged that I kept you from it and yet fled from you. Go, my lord! But have pity, and take not so many years as I lost before.’Even so, Erendis’ dislike of the Sea comes off particularly strong at times, even for a woman of Númenor. In Andunië, after Erendis’ first voyage with Aldarion:
There Valandil, Lord of Andúnië and close kin of Aldarion, held a great feast; and at that feast he drank to Erendis, naming her Uinéniel, Daughter of Uinen, the new Lady of the Sea.We get no reaction from Aldarion here, though we are unsure if he even heard this. Other signs of Erendis’ feelings would be harder to deny by Aldarion as they were made in direct conversation with him. One explanation for Aldarion to dismiss these signs would be that it was a common sentiment for a woman of Númenor to be wary of the Sea. Númenorean women seemed to defy conventions in many ways, being nearer to men in stature and strength, and skilled on horseback.
But Erendis, who sat beside the wife of Valandil, said aloud: ‘Call me by no such name! I am no daughter of Uinen: rather is she my foe.’
They did not, however, greatly love the Sea. They would journey in need in the coastwise craft from port to port; but they did not like to be long aboard or to pass even one night in a ship.The Fall of Númenor. The life of Númenoreans: Of sports and pastimes (38-39)
Much like Erendis hoped to teach Aldarion the ways of Lord Oromë, Aldarion might have thought there was hope to teach Erendis the ways of Lady Uinen.
The 877 voyage after Ancalimë’s birth: Two interpretations
So after the 6-year voyage from 863-869, we arrive at the marriage of Aldarion and Erendis in 871 and the birth of Ancalimë in 873. Aldarion is certainly at fault for the interruption of their ‘Days of the Children’ (see In ‘Defense’ of Erendis).So what drove Aldarion to the Sea so soon after their wedding and the birth of Ancalimë in 873? We know Aldarion was capable of spending at least 15 uninterrupted years on land in Númenor, and was happy spending them with Erendis. What could have driven him back on a voyage so soon, even if it was intended to be breif, after the birth of his daughter in defiance of the convention of the Eldar?
I will present two possible interpretations of the primary reason that drove Aldarion back into the Sea. The more obvious explanation has to do with the nature of his travels. Gil-galad’s letter to Meneldur is Aldarion’s best defense:
Long I have owed you thanks, for you have so many times sent to me your son Anardil Aldarion: the greatest Elf-friend that now is among Men, as I deem. At this time I ask your pardon, if I have detained him overlong in my service; for I had great need of the knowledge of Men and their tongues which he alone possesses.Here is a breif account from Aldarion upon return of his travels in 882:
‘But the world is changing again. Outside nigh on a thousand years have passed since the Lords of the West sent their power against Angband; and those days are forgotten, or wrapped in dim legend among Men of Middle-earth. They are troubled again, and fear haunts them. I desire greatly to consult with you, to give account of my deeds, and my thought concerning what should be done.’Aldarion has a long-standing relationship with Gil-galad and the peoples of Eriador by this point, and we know from the timeline that Sauron would begin to stir in Middle-earth starting around SA 500, well before Aldarion’s set foot on Middle-earth. There were likely conflicts and even wars being fought in Eriador. Aldarion was far from the conflicts increasing in severity of the people he had no doubt come to care for, and the ever-present threat of the Shadow consuming them, would no doubt cause worry for Aldarion. The peace-time demands of Númenor would pale by comparison.
Erendis causing Aldarion’s Sea-longing
The second possible interpretation is that Erendis’ own fear about Aldarion’s love for the Sea would began to reveal to Aldarion her own true feelings about the Sea and his work.Sometime after Ancalimë’s birth, two things happened. Erendis began to fear the power of the Sea on Aldarion’s heart and Aldarion began to dabble again in ship building. But which came first: Aldarion returning to ship building, or Erendis’ own fear that Aldarion would soon leave again? In the course of the narrative, it would seem Erendis’ fear came first.
For in secret she still feared the Sea and its power upon his heart; and though she strove to hide it, and would talk with him of his old ventures and of his hopes and designs, she watched jealously if he went to his house-ship or was much with the Venturers.Up until their marriage, there may have been few signs to Aldarion of the depth of Erendis’ dislike of the Sea, or he may have ignored them, instead focusing on their common passions. After their marriage, Erendis’ anxiety about Aldarion’s possible interruption of their ‘Days of the Children’ may have caused her to increasingly reveal a hatred and incompatability with Lady Uinen, in turn strenghtening Aldarion’s Sea-longing. His ship building in this sense could be seen as a retreat into comfort, eventually leading him to succumb into his Sea-longing.
Erendis’ dislike of Lady Uinen could also be seen as a betrayal in Aldarion’s mind of the shared harmony they had from their first encounter when she brought the Bough of Return to Aldarion in 816. Afterwards, they both of Lady Uinen and Lord Oromë dwealt in harmony for many years from Aldarion’s perspective, with Aldarion happily planting seeds with Erendis, and Erendis taking voyages with Aldarion.
When Erendis revealed that she actually shared more with Meneldur in condemning his love for Lady Uinen, and that their hopes were not in fact compatable, Aldarion was soon driven back into her arms.
2024.05.18 08:42 GPTSportsWriter Everton VS Arsenal Prediction 2024-05-19 11:00:00-04:00
 | Everton VS Arsenal Prediction 2024-05-19 11:00:00-04:00 submitted by GPTSportsWriter to GPTSportsWriter [link] [comments] Everton vs. Arsenal Prediction: EPL Showdown on May 19, 2024IntroductionLadies and gentlemen, football aficionados, and those who just stumbled upon this article while looking for cat videos, welcome! Today, we dive deep into the upcoming English Premier League (EPL) clash between Everton and Arsenal, scheduled for May 19, 2024. This match promises to be a spectacle, and we're here to dissect every detail, stat, and odd to predict the outcome. So, grab your popcorn, sit back, and let's embark on this footballing journey with a sprinkle of humor and a dash of irony.The Teams: A Tale of Two CitiesArsenal: The Gunners' ArsenalArsenal, the team that has given us moments of sheer brilliance and, let's be honest, some head-scratching performances. Currently, the Gunners are in fine form, sitting comfortably in the top four of the EPL table. With a squad brimming with talent, they are the favorites to win this match. The bookmakers have given Arsenal odds of 1.14 on FanDuel and 1.15 on DraftKings, making them the clear favorites (FanDuel, 2024; DraftKings, 2024).Key Players
Everton: The Toffees' Sticky SituationEverton, on the other hand, have had a season to forget. Struggling in the lower half of the table, the Toffees are desperate for points to avoid the relegation zone. The bookmakers have given Everton odds of 16.0 on both FanDuel and DraftKings, indicating that a win for them would be nothing short of a miracle (FanDuel, 2024; DraftKings, 2024).Key Players
Head-to-Head: Historical ContextHistorically, Arsenal have had the upper hand in this fixture. In their last ten meetings, Arsenal have won six, drawn two, and lost two. The Gunners have scored 18 goals in these encounters, while Everton have managed just 10. This historical dominance adds weight to Arsenal's status as favorites for this match.The Odds: Numbers Don't LieLet's break down the odds provided by the bookmakers:
The Prediction: Arsenal to TriumphBased on the odds, team form, and historical context, it is safe to predict that Arsenal will win this match. The Gunners have the firepower, form, and historical advantage to secure all three points. Everton, while capable of springing a surprise, are unlikely to overcome the odds stacked against them.ConclusionIn conclusion, the upcoming EPL clash between Everton and Arsenal is poised to be an exciting encounter. However, all signs point to an Arsenal victory. The Gunners have the talent, form, and historical edge to secure a win. So, if you're a betting person, putting your money on Arsenal seems like a safe bet. But remember, football is a funny old game, and anything can happen on the day. Until then, let's sit back, enjoy the match, and hope for some thrilling football.References
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2024.05.18 08:01 SharkEva I (50 M) just learned my spouse (47 F) was unfaithful years ago in marriage. She came clean from guilt. Where do I go from here?
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I (50 M) just learned my spouse (47 F) was unfaithful years ago in marriage. She came clean from guilt. Where do I go from here?
This will be quite a lengthy read because I'm laying out everything to get honest opinions with all the context. There's a TLDR at the end for those who'd rather skip the backstory. I know that most people go incognito with a throwaway account for this kind of post. But I wanted this to be authentic, using my real account. I didn't want anyone to think this was disingenuous. If we know each other in real life or you find me on my other socials, let's keep our chats here or in PMs. I don't want anyone harassing anybody, and I have a sixteen-year-old daughter who has been spared this drama so far.
I tied the knot shortly after high school, and let's just say, if my marriage were a collegiate course, it would be "F*** Up - 101." It was a masterclass in what not to do, featuring every red flag in the book. I was fresh-faced and barely off on my life journey, thinking I'd hit the jackpot. I'd assumed I'd accomplished what my parents did, that being the poster couple for marital bliss. I was so naive, always giving the benefit of the doubt. Meanwhile, my then-wife, fresh from escaping her parental fortress of solitude, went bat s*** crazy, deciding that 'living life to the fullest' didn't include me in the picture.
Before I knew it, I was Mr. Mom with our toddler while she was trapped underneath a few individuals, making up for lost time. After finally catching her in the act, I filed for a divorce and braced for the impact. Divorcing in '97 in the heart of the bible belt was not favorable towards the husband back then. What followed was straight out of a horror movie. I paid my attorney five thousand dollars to watch her take everything from my guitars and video games. She even claimed keepsakes from a departed relative, and the judge seemed happy to grant her every wish. Not only did I bid farewell to everything I owned, but my time with my son got slashed to a mere Wednesday afternoon and alternating weekends.
My faith in women was broken. I went on a few dates here and there but mostly kept it to casual encounters and dinners. I never let anyone get too close. But, in early 1999, at a friend's birthday party, I met a woman whose marriage had crashed harder than mine. She'd had a stillbirth six months into her pregnancy, and her husband dared to bring his girlfriend to the funeral. She was heartbroken, to say the least, to learn about her husband's affair and the end of her marriage on the day they laid her daughter to rest. We sat on a couch that night, swapping tales of romantic ruin. She was clever, and to me, that is an instant connection. It's rare for me to find someone who makes me laugh instead of vice versa. As I headed home, I couldn't shake her from my thoughts, kicking myself for not asking for her number.
The next, my phone rang, and it was her! She'd gotten my phone number from someone we both knew and asked: "Would you like to get food sometime?" I said, "Now sounds great!" So, I drove to her grandmother's house, and off we went on what turned out to be what I still consider the perfect date. Now, I get it; we were both lonely and had our hearts broken, but trust me, this was no spark; it was an inferno. And believe it or not, we've been inseparable since that day. We have not spent a night apart. That was twenty-five years ago, with us marrying a year after our meeting. Go ahead and facepalm, I know how it sounds, but it's hard to put the connection between us into words. Even I'm still shaking my head in disbelief.
Our families adored the two of us together. I was certain I had found my soulmate, if you believe in that, and I was certain she felt the same. We enjoyed each other's company, and our lives meshed perfectly. As with life, however, it finds those moments of bliss to take a giant s*** on you. In 2006, I began feeling ill; eating resulted in violent illness, which I initially thought was a virus. But after a week with no improvement, it was clear this was something else. I was admitted to the local hospital and underwent numerous tests. When I was first admitted, I weighed 222 pounds at a height of 6'2". Within a year, I had dropped to 146 pounds, and my condition dumbfounded the doctors. My health was deteriorating rapidly. Throughout the ordeal, she never left my side, her hand in mine, begging me not to leave her.
In late 2007, a last-ditch effort sent me to the Cleveland Clinic, where a young doctor rushed me into surgery. When I awoke three hours later, she was there, hand in mine, with a smile. It was a success; I was cured. While I'll spare you the details, it involved my colon. Finally, I could eat and move without agony. My life resumed, and we were happy again. The following year, she received a lucrative job offer in her field, earning more than I did. That didn't bother me at all; she worked hard, and she'd earned it.
After her miscarriage, my wife was unable to conceive. We had been trying since 2000 and eventually came to terms with the fact that it might not happen. In 2010, we got a call from the state of Minnesota about a two-year-old girl who had been taken from her mother due to drug-related charges. They asked if we would consider adopting her because the mother had requested she be placed with family members before her parental rights were terminated. My wife and I drove for 30 hours to meet her, and after a few months, we adopted her and welcomed her into our home.
Our daughter faced social challenges and had endured abuse, leading the two of us to decide one of us needed to be at home with her. As mentioned, my wife earned significantly more, so it made sense for me to be the one to step into the role. I dedicated each day to supporting our daughter's mental health. While I played a part, I can't claim all the credit for this; her preschool, kindergarten, and therapist were instrumental in her learning to socialize and trust again. Eventually, I took up freelance journalism, so I was home when our little one finished her school day.
Our evenings were family time, and we took small trips on weekends. It was in 2017 that my wife returned from work one evening, deeply shaken by what she told me was a workplace argument. Despite my attempts to console her, she remained incorrigible. She was declaring her intent to find a new job. She'd never had any issues before, so I was stunned. For days, she was a mess and withdrawn. When I pressed for details, she'd say, "It would only upset you. Let me deal with it."
True to her word, she left for a new company within a week, accepting a 15 percent reduction in pay. I should have questioned it then, but she never gave me cause for concern. Once she began her new role, life returned to normal, and our family happily moved forward. In 2022, I published my first novel with an independent publisher, fulfilling a lifelong dream. I could sense the pride emanating from both my wife and daughter. I had achieved this milestone before my fiftieth birthday, and I couldn't wait to start on my second one.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, this is where my world breaks. In 2023, as I was finishing up my new novel, my twenty-seven-year-old son from my first marriage died suddenly of a heart attack. He had an underlying condition that none of us knew about. I want everyone to understand that when you say, "I couldn't imagine my child dying," you truly can't. There is no pain quite like it. My wife and daughter, who also felt his loss deeply, did their best to support me. But there is no way to deal with such a tragedy. In the months following his death, I immersed myself in my work, striving to complete my second book for him.
On the day I finished it in January, my father passed away after a long battle. Dad had been ill for a long time. You think you can prepare yourself for that, but that's a lie you tell yourself. The loss was hard, and my daughter was instrumental in getting me back on my feet. My second book was released in February, and I tried to smile as I had my release party. At the beginning of April, I started feeling better, writing outlines for my third novel and doing the same things I'd always done with my wife and daughter.
My wife and I have a Wednesday tradition where she picks a random recipe she finds online, and we cook it together. On April 3rd, while making crockpot chicken tacos, I thanked her for everything. She asked why, and I thanked her for everything she'd done to get me through the tough times. I shared a lot of pent-up emotions, telling her I couldn't have managed without her. She started crying, then weeping, and soon she was sobbing uncontrollably. I tried to comfort her with a hug, but she pushed me away. I apologized, not realizing my words would stir such a reaction.
Suddenly, she confesses her infidelity. I laughed, mistaking it for a joke. She grabs my shoulders and then details how, back in 2017, a 28-year-old at her former job started flirting with her, and she reciprocated. She believed it was innocent, yet it persisted. My wife has always feared growing old. Her birthdays were days she dreaded every year. She admitted that the attention from a younger man was exhilarating. She told me that turning 40 had sent her into a tailspin and that she couldn't talk to me about it because I would have just shrugged it off.
He invited her to leave work early and come to his place one day. She couldn't understand why she chose to; maybe it was the thrill. She said she didn't know, but she went and ended up sleeping with him. Afterward, she felt terrible, glaring at her keychain in his driveway because it had a photo of me holding our daughter. She drove home, and that's when she lied about having a workplace argument. She never wanted to return there. It's why she suddenly went somewhere else. She then told me she wanted to tell me but didn't have the fortitude to do it.
I remained silent, just wide-eyed and open-mouthed. She apologized, saying she couldn't live with it any longer. I just shook my head, unable to speak a single word. She offered to leave if that's what I wanted, to attend counseling, or even to beg for my forgiveness. Instead, I picked up my AirPods and phone and walked out. I wandered from six in the evening until almost eleven that night. When I returned, she was on the loveseat, asking if I was ready to talk. I shook my head again, went to my office, where I had a couch, and slept there.
The next day, after our daughter left for school, she asked if I had anything to say. I said yes. I questioned why she brought this up after the worst year of my life. Why couldn't she have kept it to herself until I could somewhat deal with something of this magnitude? She just looked away. I scoffed and told her to go to work and to try not to f*** anyone during her lunch break. That would have been April 4th; those were the last words I said to her until last night.
She had attempted to talk to me several times, but I would just walk past her into my office, trying to focus on my upcoming science fiction comedy book. Writing something funny is challenging when the thought of your spouse rolling around with another man stuck in her consumes your thoughts. A week ago, my daughter asked in the car if everything was okay, and I lied to her, which made me feel sick. Then, last night, my wife came to the office door and asked, "Are we getting a divorce?" I looked at her and replied, "Looks like it." She started crying and closed the door.
I haven't consulted an attorney, and the thought of divorce hadn't crossed my mind until she mentioned it. That's why I wrote this essay. Where do I go from here? How do I start to untangle this mess? I have no desire for therapy. I don't even want to step outside. I'm broken at this moment. The burden of everything has been overwhelming. There's been so much to bear this past year. What do you say to someone who has been by your side through it all, only to tear your heart apart?
Thank you for reading to the end. And for those who are part of the TLDR crowd, my wife decided to go home with a younger man, felt guilty about it, and quit her job. She waited eight years to tell me about it.
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Foreign_Flight4566
Jesus, man. I’m sorry for your loss(es). Timing of your wife’s confession is mind-boggling. Realistically, this is above Reddit’s pay grade. I’ll recommend therapy, but probably above a therapist’s pay grade too. I know you also state you don’t want therapy, but that sounds like the exact time you need it. They can offer grief support, which is what you’ll need as you tease out emotions from losing loved ones and a very nasty betrayal. I hope you find happiness in whatever you decide.
cakivalue
Not couples counseling but individual therapy for you. You need the support right now after all you've been through and an unbiased third party to support you through the pain and demise of your marriage, next steps and co-parenting.
My unprofessional angle here is that this is most likely over. Had she come clean in 2017 you would have been able to make a choice regarding forgiveness, couples therapy etc. she held on to this secret for seven years and then dumped it on you at the worst time in order to ease her own guilty feelings. Especially knowing that you had both been hurt in this exact way in the past is especially jaw dropping that she did all of this.
Magnum_tv
Fuck man! This is...just fuck...
Firstly, I'm so sorry for your losses. I extend my sincere condolences.
You need grief counseling. This would help you put things in perspective. At least you'll be able to eventually make decisions based on logic than just pure emotion.
Secondly, your spouse. She not only betrayed you, she lied to you for eight years. EIGHT YEARS! That's fucking scary, because now you're gonna be wondering what else she can be hiding.
Now I'm an asshole, I'd be out of that marriage tomorrow. You however, have truly built a life with her. If, and I mean a big fucking IF, she's regretful, you should divorce, it would be less stress in your life having to be her warden. Because the trust is gone.
If, she's remorseful, you could try to work it out. But she needs to put in the work. Not you, HER. Because she's the one who fucked up.
Remember, regret and remorse are two completely different things.
I'd recommend you still talk to a lawyer before making a final decision. The more informed you are, the better choice you'll be able to make.
I'm truly sorry you're dealing with this, best of luck brother.
Update - 3 days later
UPDATE - After spending Saturday morning formulating and reading the staggering number of comments, I've made my decision. Some said my issue was far beyond the Reddit pay grade – they were mistaken. I deliberately avoided turning to family and friends, seeking a view from an outside perspective, and I think it worked. My gratitude goes out to all who sent private messages and responded; your thoughts on the matter helped me come to my conclusion.
On Saturday evening, I approached my wife to apologize for the silent treatment, I told her I wasn't attempting to punish her and acknowledged that it was childish. I told her if I would have opened my mouth, I would have been overly harsh and ruined any opportunity of a civil conversation. I promised we'd discuss it the next day.
On Sunday evening, I let it all out; I didn't cry, or raise my voice. I asked the man's name, which she provided. I asked her if the man was married when she betrayed us, and she confirmed he was. That hit me hard, because she knew he was also with someone. I asked if he was still married. She told me she had no clue, she hadn't seen him since the day she left for her new job. I told her I hoped they were, because I was going to make sure she knew. If my life had to be ripped apart, so would his. I thought that would get a rise out of her, it didn't. She just nodded.
I expressed my doubts about the affair being an isolated event, echoing the comments of several others. She maintained it was a one-off and was the sole reason she left her job. I explained that after eight years of this lie, it's natural for me to question anything she said. I then made it clear that if there's more to the story than what she's admitted, now is the time to be as open and honest as possible.
Any further revelations would be a deal-breaker for me, and there would be no excuse that could rectify it. She pleaded it was a singular occurrence and that she's been wanting to confess since it happened. I asked if he had reached out after her departure, she denied any contact. I responded that it didn't surprise me, assuming he got what he wanted and moved on to another person at work. It was the only cheap shot I threw.
I requested that she leave the house for a few weeks, I wasn't telling her it was over, but I wanted to be away from her. I suggested she could stay with her sister, her mother, or even rent a place—anywhere but here. I also informed her of my intention to discuss the situation with our daughter, who is 16 by the way, some people have commented believing her to be quite younger. To my surprise, my wife revealed she had already told her about a week ago, which I was completely unaware of. She inquired about the tone of the house, and my anger, and my wife confessed to her. Before my daughter went to bed, I asked her, and indeed, my wife had admitted that she had been unfaithful. I wanted to know why she hadn't come to me about it, and she told me she didn't want to make me feel worse.
I've decided to keep her home from school tomorrow to have a heart-to-heart about everything. It's important for me to understand her feelings and to emphasize that harboring hatred towards her mother isn't the goal. Her mother has always been loving and supportive. It's natural for her to feel angry, and that's okay, but picking sides isn't beneficial – nobody wins in this situation. It's a tough reality I'm coming to terms with, everyone loses. Tomorrow, I plan to contact three local therapists and reach out to the grief counselor I met after my son's death. I'm not interested in couple's therapy; I believe individual therapy is what I need, and since it's highly recommended, I'm going to pursue it.
My daughter's school year is ending soon, and I'm looking forward to spending quality time with her. I prefer to keep our plans private from family and friends; it's our personal matter. Someone advised me about controlling the narrative, but the only thing that matters now is that my daughter knows the truth. I need some time to come to terms if this relationship is salvageable. I need this time for self-reflection and to assess the situation. When she asked if we were going the route of legal separation, I clarified that it wasn't the case. I told her that when I look at her it brings up feelings of anger, which isn't healthy.
To my astonishment, she consented to everything. She doesn't want our relationship to end, and I reminded her that her actions with him forfeited that choice to me. She mentioned my wedding ring as a sign that she still matters to me, and I assured her that she does. I proposed we conclude things there. As I walked by, I touched her shoulder; she nodded in agreement. Later, she phoned her sister and made plans to stay with her the following evening after work.
TLDR. I want to express my gratitude to everyone for their support and guidance, except to the asshole that just wanted to pick a fight. I apologize for the length of my initial post; I believed the full context was necessary to help you understand why I'm so conflicted. To those who reached out privately and know my identity, your discretion is deeply appreciated. I'm looking forward to spending the next month with my daughter and starting therapy. Your messages are welcome, and I'll do my best to respond to each one. I'll provide another update in the future when I've made a decision about our next steps or if it's time to move on. I am not rushing into this decision lightly.
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Bolt_McHardsteel
Clearly you have given this a lot of thought, and come up with a way forward that is best for you. Good luck in therapy, get yourself mentally right, there is no rush to make a final decision on your marriage. Take good care of your daughter! She seems like an amazing kid. Hang in there.
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I (50 M) just learned my spouse (47 F) was unfaithful years ago in marriage. She came clean from guilt. Where do I go from here?
This will be quite a lengthy read because I'm laying out everything to get honest opinions with all the context. There's a TLDR at the end for those who'd rather skip the backstory. I know that most people go incognito with a throwaway account for this kind of post. But I wanted this to be authentic, using my real account. I didn't want anyone to think this was disingenuous. If we know each other in real life or you find me on my other socials, let's keep our chats here or in PMs. I don't want anyone harassing anybody, and I have a sixteen-year-old daughter who has been spared this drama so far.
I tied the knot shortly after high school, and let's just say, if my marriage were a collegiate course, it would be "F*** Up - 101." It was a masterclass in what not to do, featuring every red flag in the book. I was fresh-faced and barely off on my life journey, thinking I'd hit the jackpot. I'd assumed I'd accomplished what my parents did, that being the poster couple for marital bliss. I was so naive, always giving the benefit of the doubt. Meanwhile, my then-wife, fresh from escaping her parental fortress of solitude, went bat s*** crazy, deciding that 'living life to the fullest' didn't include me in the picture.
Before I knew it, I was Mr. Mom with our toddler while she was trapped underneath a few individuals, making up for lost time. After finally catching her in the act, I filed for a divorce and braced for the impact. Divorcing in '97 in the heart of the bible belt was not favorable towards the husband back then. What followed was straight out of a horror movie. I paid my attorney five thousand dollars to watch her take everything from my guitars and video games. She even claimed keepsakes from a departed relative, and the judge seemed happy to grant her every wish. Not only did I bid farewell to everything I owned, but my time with my son got slashed to a mere Wednesday afternoon and alternating weekends.
My faith in women was broken. I went on a few dates here and there but mostly kept it to casual encounters and dinners. I never let anyone get too close. But, in early 1999, at a friend's birthday party, I met a woman whose marriage had crashed harder than mine. She'd had a stillbirth six months into her pregnancy, and her husband dared to bring his girlfriend to the funeral. She was heartbroken, to say the least, to learn about her husband's affair and the end of her marriage on the day they laid her daughter to rest. We sat on a couch that night, swapping tales of romantic ruin. She was clever, and to me, that is an instant connection. It's rare for me to find someone who makes me laugh instead of vice versa. As I headed home, I couldn't shake her from my thoughts, kicking myself for not asking for her number.
The next, my phone rang, and it was her! She'd gotten my phone number from someone we both knew and asked: "Would you like to get food sometime?" I said, "Now sounds great!" So, I drove to her grandmother's house, and off we went on what turned out to be what I still consider the perfect date. Now, I get it; we were both lonely and had our hearts broken, but trust me, this was no spark; it was an inferno. And believe it or not, we've been inseparable since that day. We have not spent a night apart. That was twenty-five years ago, with us marrying a year after our meeting. Go ahead and facepalm, I know how it sounds, but it's hard to put the connection between us into words. Even I'm still shaking my head in disbelief.
Our families adored the two of us together. I was certain I had found my soulmate, if you believe in that, and I was certain she felt the same. We enjoyed each other's company, and our lives meshed perfectly. As with life, however, it finds those moments of bliss to take a giant s*** on you. In 2006, I began feeling ill; eating resulted in violent illness, which I initially thought was a virus. But after a week with no improvement, it was clear this was something else. I was admitted to the local hospital and underwent numerous tests. When I was first admitted, I weighed 222 pounds at a height of 6'2". Within a year, I had dropped to 146 pounds, and my condition dumbfounded the doctors. My health was deteriorating rapidly. Throughout the ordeal, she never left my side, her hand in mine, begging me not to leave her.
In late 2007, a last-ditch effort sent me to the Cleveland Clinic, where a young doctor rushed me into surgery. When I awoke three hours later, she was there, hand in mine, with a smile. It was a success; I was cured. While I'll spare you the details, it involved my colon. Finally, I could eat and move without agony. My life resumed, and we were happy again. The following year, she received a lucrative job offer in her field, earning more than I did. That didn't bother me at all; she worked hard, and she'd earned it.
After her miscarriage, my wife was unable to conceive. We had been trying since 2000 and eventually came to terms with the fact that it might not happen. In 2010, we got a call from the state of Minnesota about a two-year-old girl who had been taken from her mother due to drug-related charges. They asked if we would consider adopting her because the mother had requested she be placed with family members before her parental rights were terminated. My wife and I drove for 30 hours to meet her, and after a few months, we adopted her and welcomed her into our home.
Our daughter faced social challenges and had endured abuse, leading the two of us to decide one of us needed to be at home with her. As mentioned, my wife earned significantly more, so it made sense for me to be the one to step into the role. I dedicated each day to supporting our daughter's mental health. While I played a part, I can't claim all the credit for this; her preschool, kindergarten, and therapist were instrumental in her learning to socialize and trust again. Eventually, I took up freelance journalism, so I was home when our little one finished her school day.
Our evenings were family time, and we took small trips on weekends. It was in 2017 that my wife returned from work one evening, deeply shaken by what she told me was a workplace argument. Despite my attempts to console her, she remained incorrigible. She was declaring her intent to find a new job. She'd never had any issues before, so I was stunned. For days, she was a mess and withdrawn. When I pressed for details, she'd say, "It would only upset you. Let me deal with it."
True to her word, she left for a new company within a week, accepting a 15 percent reduction in pay. I should have questioned it then, but she never gave me cause for concern. Once she began her new role, life returned to normal, and our family happily moved forward. In 2022, I published my first novel with an independent publisher, fulfilling a lifelong dream. I could sense the pride emanating from both my wife and daughter. I had achieved this milestone before my fiftieth birthday, and I couldn't wait to start on my second one.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, this is where my world breaks. In 2023, as I was finishing up my new novel, my twenty-seven-year-old son from my first marriage died suddenly of a heart attack. He had an underlying condition that none of us knew about. I want everyone to understand that when you say, "I couldn't imagine my child dying," you truly can't. There is no pain quite like it. My wife and daughter, who also felt his loss deeply, did their best to support me. But there is no way to deal with such a tragedy. In the months following his death, I immersed myself in my work, striving to complete my second book for him.
On the day I finished it in January, my father passed away after a long battle. Dad had been ill for a long time. You think you can prepare yourself for that, but that's a lie you tell yourself. The loss was hard, and my daughter was instrumental in getting me back on my feet. My second book was released in February, and I tried to smile as I had my release party. At the beginning of April, I started feeling better, writing outlines for my third novel and doing the same things I'd always done with my wife and daughter.
My wife and I have a Wednesday tradition where she picks a random recipe she finds online, and we cook it together. On April 3rd, while making crockpot chicken tacos, I thanked her for everything. She asked why, and I thanked her for everything she'd done to get me through the tough times. I shared a lot of pent-up emotions, telling her I couldn't have managed without her. She started crying, then weeping, and soon she was sobbing uncontrollably. I tried to comfort her with a hug, but she pushed me away. I apologized, not realizing my words would stir such a reaction.
Suddenly, she confesses her infidelity. I laughed, mistaking it for a joke. She grabs my shoulders and then details how, back in 2017, a 28-year-old at her former job started flirting with her, and she reciprocated. She believed it was innocent, yet it persisted. My wife has always feared growing old. Her birthdays were days she dreaded every year. She admitted that the attention from a younger man was exhilarating. She told me that turning 40 had sent her into a tailspin and that she couldn't talk to me about it because I would have just shrugged it off.
He invited her to leave work early and come to his place one day. She couldn't understand why she chose to; maybe it was the thrill. She said she didn't know, but she went and ended up sleeping with him. Afterward, she felt terrible, glaring at her keychain in his driveway because it had a photo of me holding our daughter. She drove home, and that's when she lied about having a workplace argument. She never wanted to return there. It's why she suddenly went somewhere else. She then told me she wanted to tell me but didn't have the fortitude to do it.
I remained silent, just wide-eyed and open-mouthed. She apologized, saying she couldn't live with it any longer. I just shook my head, unable to speak a single word. She offered to leave if that's what I wanted, to attend counseling, or even to beg for my forgiveness. Instead, I picked up my AirPods and phone and walked out. I wandered from six in the evening until almost eleven that night. When I returned, she was on the loveseat, asking if I was ready to talk. I shook my head again, went to my office, where I had a couch, and slept there.
The next day, after our daughter left for school, she asked if I had anything to say. I said yes. I questioned why she brought this up after the worst year of my life. Why couldn't she have kept it to herself until I could somewhat deal with something of this magnitude? She just looked away. I scoffed and told her to go to work and to try not to f*** anyone during her lunch break. That would have been April 4th; those were the last words I said to her until last night.
She had attempted to talk to me several times, but I would just walk past her into my office, trying to focus on my upcoming science fiction comedy book. Writing something funny is challenging when the thought of your spouse rolling around with another man stuck in her consumes your thoughts. A week ago, my daughter asked in the car if everything was okay, and I lied to her, which made me feel sick. Then, last night, my wife came to the office door and asked, "Are we getting a divorce?" I looked at her and replied, "Looks like it." She started crying and closed the door.
I haven't consulted an attorney, and the thought of divorce hadn't crossed my mind until she mentioned it. That's why I wrote this essay. Where do I go from here? How do I start to untangle this mess? I have no desire for therapy. I don't even want to step outside. I'm broken at this moment. The burden of everything has been overwhelming. There's been so much to bear this past year. What do you say to someone who has been by your side through it all, only to tear your heart apart?
Thank you for reading to the end. And for those who are part of the TLDR crowd, my wife decided to go home with a younger man, felt guilty about it, and quit her job. She waited eight years to tell me about it.
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Foreign_Flight4566
Jesus, man. I’m sorry for your loss(es). Timing of your wife’s confession is mind-boggling. Realistically, this is above Reddit’s pay grade. I’ll recommend therapy, but probably above a therapist’s pay grade too. I know you also state you don’t want therapy, but that sounds like the exact time you need it. They can offer grief support, which is what you’ll need as you tease out emotions from losing loved ones and a very nasty betrayal. I hope you find happiness in whatever you decide.
OOP: I contemplated several different subs and I have no idea why I chose this one. I should have clarified above that after my son died, local hospice house around here has grief counseling, which I used extensively. I don't want to do couple's counseling is what I should have said. My apologies. I posted this to try and get outside perspectives from people, and maybe give me a different angle to look at this.
cakivalue
Not couples counseling but individual therapy for you. You need the support right now after all you've been through and an unbiased third party to support you through the pain and demise of your marriage, next steps and co-parenting.
My unprofessional angle here is that this is most likely over. Had she come clean in 2017 you would have been able to make a choice regarding forgiveness, couples therapy etc. she held on to this secret for seven years and then dumped it on you at the worst time in order to ease her own guilty feelings. Especially knowing that you had both been hurt in this exact way in the past is especially jaw dropping that she did all of this.
Magnum_tv
Fuck man! This is...just fuck...
Firstly, I'm so sorry for your losses. I extend my sincere condolences.
You need grief counseling. This would help you put things in perspective. At least you'll be able to eventually make decisions based on logic than just pure emotion.
Secondly, your spouse. She not only betrayed you, she lied to you for eight years. EIGHT YEARS! That's fucking scary, because now you're gonna be wondering what else she can be hiding.
Now I'm an asshole, I'd be out of that marriage tomorrow. You however, have truly built a life with her. If, and I mean a big fucking IF, she's regretful, you should divorce, it would be less stress in your life having to be her warden. Because the trust is gone.
If, she's remorseful, you could try to work it out. But she needs to put in the work. Not you, HER. Because she's the one who fucked up.
Remember, regret and remorse are two completely different things.
I'd recommend you still talk to a lawyer before making a final decision. The more informed you are, the better choice you'll be able to make.
I'm truly sorry you're dealing with this, best of luck brother.
OOP: Thank you so much. This is another thing in the back of my mind what else has she been dishonest about?
Update - 3 days later
UPDATE - After spending Saturday morning formulating and reading the staggering number of comments, I've made my decision. Some said my issue was far beyond the Reddit pay grade – they were mistaken. I deliberately avoided turning to family and friends, seeking a view from an outside perspective, and I think it worked. My gratitude goes out to all who sent private messages and responded; your thoughts on the matter helped me come to my conclusion.
On Saturday evening, I approached my wife to apologize for the silent treatment, I told her I wasn't attempting to punish her and acknowledged that it was childish. I told her if I would have opened my mouth, I would have been overly harsh and ruined any opportunity of a civil conversation. I promised we'd discuss it the next day.
On Sunday evening, I let it all out; I didn't cry, or raise my voice. I asked the man's name, which she provided. I asked her if the man was married when she betrayed us, and she confirmed he was. That hit me hard, because she knew he was also with someone. I asked if he was still married. She told me she had no clue, she hadn't seen him since the day she left for her new job. I told her I hoped they were, because I was going to make sure she knew. If my life had to be ripped apart, so would his. I thought that would get a rise out of her, it didn't. She just nodded.
I expressed my doubts about the affair being an isolated event, echoing the comments of several others. She maintained it was a one-off and was the sole reason she left her job. I explained that after eight years of this lie, it's natural for me to question anything she said. I then made it clear that if there's more to the story than what she's admitted, now is the time to be as open and honest as possible.
Any further revelations would be a deal-breaker for me, and there would be no excuse that could rectify it. She pleaded it was a singular occurrence and that she's been wanting to confess since it happened. I asked if he had reached out after her departure, she denied any contact. I responded that it didn't surprise me, assuming he got what he wanted and moved on to another person at work. It was the only cheap shot I threw.
I requested that she leave the house for a few weeks, I wasn't telling her it was over, but I wanted to be away from her. I suggested she could stay with her sister, her mother, or even rent a place—anywhere but here. I also informed her of my intention to discuss the situation with our daughter, who is 16 by the way, some people have commented believing her to be quite younger. To my surprise, my wife revealed she had already told her about a week ago, which I was completely unaware of. She inquired about the tone of the house, and my anger, and my wife confessed to her. Before my daughter went to bed, I asked her, and indeed, my wife had admitted that she had been unfaithful. I wanted to know why she hadn't come to me about it, and she told me she didn't want to make me feel worse.
I've decided to keep her home from school tomorrow to have a heart-to-heart about everything. It's important for me to understand her feelings and to emphasize that harboring hatred towards her mother isn't the goal. Her mother has always been loving and supportive. It's natural for her to feel angry, and that's okay, but picking sides isn't beneficial – nobody wins in this situation. It's a tough reality I'm coming to terms with, everyone loses. Tomorrow, I plan to contact three local therapists and reach out to the grief counselor I met after my son's death. I'm not interested in couple's therapy; I believe individual therapy is what I need, and since it's highly recommended, I'm going to pursue it.
My daughter's school year is ending soon, and I'm looking forward to spending quality time with her. I prefer to keep our plans private from family and friends; it's our personal matter. Someone advised me about controlling the narrative, but the only thing that matters now is that my daughter knows the truth. I need some time to come to terms if this relationship is salvageable. I need this time for self-reflection and to assess the situation. When she asked if we were going the route of legal separation, I clarified that it wasn't the case. I told her that when I look at her it brings up feelings of anger, which isn't healthy.
To my astonishment, she consented to everything. She doesn't want our relationship to end, and I reminded her that her actions with him forfeited that choice to me. She mentioned my wedding ring as a sign that she still matters to me, and I assured her that she does. I proposed we conclude things there. As I walked by, I touched her shoulder; she nodded in agreement. Later, she phoned her sister and made plans to stay with her the following evening after work.
TLDR. I want to express my gratitude to everyone for their support and guidance, except to the asshole that just wanted to pick a fight. I apologize for the length of my initial post; I believed the full context was necessary to help you understand why I'm so conflicted. To those who reached out privately and know my identity, your discretion is deeply appreciated. I'm looking forward to spending the next month with my daughter and starting therapy. Your messages are welcome, and I'll do my best to respond to each one. I'll provide another update in the future when I've made a decision about our next steps or if it's time to move on. I am not rushing into this decision lightly.
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Bolt_McHardsteel
Clearly you have given this a lot of thought, and come up with a way forward that is best for you. Good luck in therapy, get yourself mentally right, there is no rush to make a final decision on your marriage. Take good care of your daughter! She seems like an amazing kid. Hang in there.
I am not the OOP. Please do not harass the OOP.
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