My 10 yo is a level one, would be asperger if we still made that distinction just to help paint a picture. Kiddo is really smart, struggles a little socially, gets really frustrated when classmates are off task, is a very concrete thinker and struggles with some of the projects because kiddo thinks they are pointless. Usually art projects. If kiddo thinks the art is valuable, kiddo is all about it. But if they recognize it as busy work it's a problem.
We move last year. Kiddos previous school was small and had multiple grades to a classroom. So if kiddo was ahead of something in their grade they worked in the grade ahead. Kiddo loved school then, now its pretty meh. The previous school was talking about potentially skipping a grade due to academic performance. Kiddo was NOT supportive of the idea and is extremely stubborn so we let it go. The new school is a standard setting and academically kiddo struggling, but I think it's because they're bored and putting out a lot of effort to mask all day. I know a lot of what they are covering this year, kiddo has done before.
I'm really thinking about do a homeschool/ independent study program. We have one in town, kiddo would do 1 on 1 with a teacher once a week but daily options for drop in times for help. Several options for weekly meet ups to socialize. I've taught at the university level, and done independent study, my spouse is a math and science guru.
Just curious if anyone has thoughts about this from a perspective I don't have. I have adhd, school was a huge struggle for me until I got into independent study. For me it was great, so I feel like I might not be able to view it clearly. Love to hear anyone's pros or cons, thanks!

I noticed an orange cord hanging from the black box thingy on the telephone pole behind my fence, it’s also been threaded throughout the top of the slats on my fence as you can see in the picture, damaging them. (Fence is only one year old so naturally this is infuriating) it makes a 90° turn into my neighbors yard, and from my back porch I can see that it arrives at, or possibly enters into the home.
This person has previously requested that they use our Wi-Fi instead of paying their own Internet bill, however I wouldn’t know how to identify the kind of cable used to steal free Internet. Although the cord appears to be an extension cord it looks like it hooks into the black box on the telephone wire similar to the way old-fashioned composite jacks used to screw into the back of VCRs. (Spinning octagon with a small rod in the center) but since the telephone pole is up so high this can’t be completely verified, it just appears as such to the naked eye.
I would like to know if this is a fire hazard, if we are being stolen from, what exactly is being stolen, and what can be done about it or who can be contacted. This is unrelated but I’ve also noticed that our water bill has spiked $30 a month over the last few months, and the hose Spicket is on said neighbors side of our house, i’m beginning to suspect that they are stealing electricity from the pole, and water from me, as they have been out of work for sometime now. Any help would be more than appreciated. Thank you 🙏

Me and my boyfriend got together near the beginning of this year, and have only been together for around three months. I've had a couple of boyfriends before him, and they were pretty healthy relationships; none of them ever put their hands on me with harmful intent, none of them ever got their heads turned or were disloyal. Just ended due to me moving away for university / moving to another town.
But this one, he does, (kind of?) he has never punched me, or slapped me, never directly hurt me. But he has done some pretty scary things. It started small, the first thing was a shove. A light shove when I was doing my makeup, it meant almost nothing to me. He apologised profusely and said it wouldn't happen again. I'm worrying because, at one point I could list all of the times he touched me in a harmful way. But now only the first instance and the worst instance stick out. It has happened so many times. The worst in my opinion was when I was sick, we were arguing, I was sitting up in bed with an ice lolly to soothe my throat. He grabbed it from me, squished it in his hand and threw it in my face. Then a little later, pulled me out of the bed and onto the floor because 'I wasn't listening to him'. I was just trying to go to sleep as I felt sick, and didn't want to continue the argument.
He always says that his reasoning for grabbing me, grabbing my phone, pulling me out of bed etc. is because I start arguments and never want to continue them. I do see what he means, I bring up something that bothers me and then I get scared when it gets heated, and so I back down, or try to stop talking about it. I realise the 'reassurance' I will get at the end of it isn't worth feeling afraid to get hurt, or pouring my heart out to someone who later will make fun of me with his friends. (I've seen messages of this happening, and now whenever I open up to him I feel so stupid. I struggle through it to communicate for the sake of saving the relationship. I love him, I don't want to start fresh. He is the only thing that makes this town feel like home, can you blame me?)
The main incidents I bring up are: him downloading Tinder and arranging to sleep with someone else after an argument (he responds with, I never went through with it, I thought it was over, even though we were still texting at the time, joking with eachother on good terms in my opinion). I also want to mention that this argument wasn't even an argument. He called me his ex's name and I got hurt, said I needed space and time to heal. My mindset the whole time was 'it will get better, we can get through this' and his seemed to be 'I'm going to sleep with someone else to hurt her'. And it worked. I'm so hurt. Whenever we have sex now I can't concentrate because I worry I'm not enough. I still do have sex with him, but I go to the bathroom or hide in bed and I cry afterwards. I can't get turned on, or wet, sex always hurts me because I just think about how he would throw me away in a heartbeat for a Tinder hookup. I cry when I see myself in the mirror, I used to love how I looked. I was popular in secondary school, sixth form and people tell me I am typically attractive, but nothing can explain the disgust I feel when I see myself now. I hate my hair, my face, my body. It wasn't enough to keep him loyal, to keep him from telling his girl bestfriend all of my family issues, to keep him from mocking me saying 'Did you get hit recently' referring to my bad relationship with my dad. It hurts me so badly, I'm sitting near him now, my eyes are watering and my heart is aching. I hate feeling this way.
But I don't want to leave him. I'm newly estranged, I have almost no friends left because I spend all of my time with him, and I'm just overall really down mentally. I also fear that, because of the Tinder situation, he will move on really quickly and forget all about me. I know he will talk about me in a horrible way with his girl best friend as I've seen these things happen before. I'm terrified, because I do love him a lot, I'm quite attached by this point. I don't want to break up because I'm scared of all of the horrible things he will say to people. People I will never be able to explain my side of the story to, people that see pictures of me and think, 'what a bitch, what an overbearing, exhausting bitch'. He knows so much about me, he knows about my childhood, my entire estrangement process, my family problems, my medical issues, I trusted him. I still trust him. But part of me knows this can't be good. The thought of him with someone else kills me. But I know straight after we break up he will be sleeping around, probably comparing me to these girls he meets. I know I never was his type, he constantly insulted me and my appearance. He told me I have weak hair, he uses 'white girl' as an insult when we argue, and he's said to his friends how he 'wants a Latina'. I know I'm not enough for him, but I know the pain of breaking up will crush me. I'm scared I won't come back from it. I know I won't move on fast, I won't even be able to love anyone for a long time. This is what scares me, if we break up, I feel like I'm losing someone I love, and I'll have to think of him sleeping with other people whilst I sit in my room, crying and listening to our playlist.

Hi! If your reading this your most likely an artist looking for another commission or just a side project for your art career.
Im a small time streamer on twitch and im looking for an artist to draw my new profile picture and potentially work on a VTuber model using Vroid.
Im aware that many artist require commission. However, i cannot afford to pay for the help at this point in time due to lack of funds. In exchange ill put your credits in my future streams as i stream with other larger streamers.

Hiya! I’m Jude (FTM) I’m happily partnered, a elder millennial , and a long time role player. I just purchased a used bookstore/coffee shop that I run in the cozy Pacific Northwest, but am mostly available daily to rp.
I wrote in third person past tense, I’m a literate multiple para to novella style writer. If there are action or dialogue heavy scenes, I tend to do a shorter back and forth and honestly quality over quantity is more important to me.
I only do M x F (with me in the male role) I don’t double, but I’m more than happy to write side characters of either gender to help move the story along. I prefer to use discord but can use Reddit chat if it’s a deal breaker.
I'm really hoping to find a partnership/ friendship , someone who can add to our story, and most importantly, someone who wants a long-term connection. I love chatting ooc with my partners, love gushing about our characters, setting up mood boards, sound tracks, etc. I’m also good for a kitty picture or two I own four of them!

• 20 + partners only
  

•  An decent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. I promise I’m not a grammar nazi I just want to be able to read what you’ve written. 

• If you don’t get exited over our characters, trading head cannons, making mood boards, geeking out over plot then we probably won’t make a good match
  

•  While I'd prefer real life face claims, I'd also be open to using realistic art if you're uncomfortable with real life. Though I draw the line at anime/cartoon style art. 

I have a list of tropes, genres, themes and plots that would be happy to send. I’m also fine with trading writing samples as well but it isn’t a must.
I am fine with writing about anything except for high fantasy. I have a fondness for the supernatural, paranormal, mysteries, thrillers, even a bit of horror however I like all my stories to have romance. Dark Forrest’s, small spooky towns, werewolves, cults, things that go bump in the night, modern tellings of fairytales are my kind of vibe.
I’d love to hear from you, drop me a note, chat or private message.

That’s all it was. A game.
Something my friends and I used to play during the summer when we had nothing better to do. I never expected that it would get so out of hand.
I never expected it to come back long after recovery.
To anyone reading, please don’t do what I did.
I’m putting this out there to warn people.
On that warm summer evening, we played the role of Pandora.
Except, the monsters we released were far worse than what’s told in stories.
Because stories end.
And this doesn’t.
I still remember the date. July 16, 2013. I was an upcoming senior in high school while the others were getting prepared for their freshman year of college, raving on about their majors, life plans, dorms, you get the point. The summer had been bittersweet as those months would be the last I’d see them for a while. Because of this, Anthony, Lola, Eliza, and I would spend the bulk of our time together going to festivals and various camping trips, trying to make the most out of the summer while we could. On that day, the day I wish I could forget, Eliza had run late to one of our hangouts at my place. This was odd since as an Ivy league student, she was usually early or right on time to these kind of things. Half past three, we heard her knocking on my door rapidly, which was also out of character considering that she was usually the calm one in our group. A bit worried, I hurried down the stairs with Anthony and Lola following close behind, expecting Eliza to be in hysterics due to her frantic behavior. When I opened the door, however, there she was with a bright smile on her face, her red hair getting in the way of her eyes, which were a dark green shade. She pushed her hair out of her face with one hand and held a brown box in the other, and she was bouncing up and down as she usually does when she’s about to talk about something exciting.
“You’ll never believe what I found.” Eliza’s voice could barely hold her impatience as she stepped inside and kicked her shoes off once she crossed over my threshold.
“What’s up with you today?” Anthony questioned, looking more confused than concerned now.
“I’ll show you guys in a minute. Can we go up to your room, Felix?” Eliza looked over at me with her trademark smile, knowing damn well we were all too curious to just leave that box unopened. Without a word, I led the group up to my room and shut the door after everyone had walked in. Anthony took his usual spot on my beanbag and unzipped his hoodie, which had the MSM logo sprawled across the front in big red letters. He adjusted his dark rimmed glasses and took on his usual stoic expression. Lola wore a dark blue FIT shirt, which she revealed more of when she moved her locs over her shoulder as she sat on my desk chair and wheeled over to us. As she did, the various necklaces she wore clinked against each other. Eliza herself was the smartest out of the group, and probably in the whole school as well. She had gotten accepted into multiple prestigious schools, but ultimately settled for Harvard to pursue a degree in some obscure philanthropic career. Unlike Anthony and Lola, Eliza wore her regular outfit –usually a white tank top and jeans– and sat on my bed with the box in her lap. I took a seat next to her to get a closer look.
“So what’d you find?” The others moved closer.
“Something we probably haven’t thought about for a really long time. Do you guys remember that one game we used to play in middle school? The one we made after Felix joined our class?” Eliza looked at our puzzled faces to see if we had connected the dots, but her clue didn’t seem to strike any of us with familiarity.
“After Felix joined? Didn’t we just hang out or something that weekend?” Anthony questioned.
“We did, but there was something else,” Eliza raised an eyebrow, “you guys seriously don’t remember?”
At that moment, I saw Lola’s eyes light up and a thin smile grew on her lips, something she always did whenever she was able to figure something out.
“You mean that little map game we played? Where we would go out to the woods and explore?”
Both Anthony and I seemed to have remembered as well with the mention of a ‘map game.’ I chimed in, “ yeah I remember! Every once in a while when we were all bored, we’d pick a random spot on a map to go to and explore there for a bit, right? When did we stop doing that anyways? I remember really enjoying it.”
“Well life happens,” Eliza responded to me, “but I was thinking of things to do for the rest of the summer when I suddenly remembered that game! That’s why I was so late for our meetup today, I was looking through my attic for this.” Eliza shook the box slightly and a couple things clattered around inside.
“There’s no way.” Anthony sounded like he was in disbelief.
“You mean…?” Lola sat forward in the chair. Eliza smirked, her adventurous nature creeping out as realization swept over us like a wave.
“Mhm! I found the map we used to use as well as the things we collected from our little escapades.” With that, Eliza opened the box, revealing a folded piece of paper and various trinkets scattered over the bottom of the capsule. Lola squealed with excitement and immediately snatched the box from Eliza, who simply chuckled and leaned back on the bed.
“No way! Everything’s still in here!” Lola digged through the box and placed whatever objects she found across the blanket. Anthony got up and sat at the foot of my bed, to observe our findings more closely. There was a piece of some clay pottery, some rusty springs and scraps of metal, an old digital camera, and some other random stuff I can’t recall to memory right now. Anthony picked up a spring and turned it in his palm.
“Shit man, this is from that abandoned junkyard we found in 8th grade…that feels like such a long time ago now.”
I examined the piece of pottery with Eliza looking over my shoulder. Lola picked up the digital camera.
“Do you remember where this came from?” I turned to Eliza and held up my discovery.
“No clue,” she shrugged. It must have been a while ago if even she didn’t remember. I turned the piece over and grew curious when I saw weird symbols inscribed on the inside of it. I squinted a bit, trying to discern some sort of pattern within the scribbles.
I turned to Eliza again, “hey, what do you think-”
“OH MY GOD GUYS IT STILL WORKS!” Lola’s voice went up a whole octave as she motioned to us.
The rest of us looked up as she turned the camera to face us. There were various photos we went through. All of us at lakes, museums, exploring the woods; everything we did from 7th grade until my freshman year seemed to be documented. The last photo was arguable the best and msot bittersweet. It was a picture of the whole group from a while ago. We were sitting at Eliza’s dinner table with a giant chocolate cake on the middle of it adorned with two candles shaped like the numbers one and five. Eliza was talking to me in the photo. Her hair was even more red at the time and she wore it in a braid. I looked about the same in the photo as I did then, with light brown hair, blue eyes, and freckles scattered all over my body and face. I was smiling sheepishly at Eliza. I now knew why Anthony said it was obvious I had a crush on her in 8th grade. Lola went through the most changes out of all of us. At the time in the photo, she had her hair straightened and side-swept, with a bright pink streak in her bangs. She wore clunky jewlery and a frilly skirt underneath a long tank top, leaning over the table to cut another slice of cake. All of us had birthday hats on except for Anthony, who kept his sitting on the table. He held up a peace sign staring straight into the camera with a stoic expression. He looked like a statue compared to the rest of us, who were laughing and smiling. You could tell he was having fun, though.
“Well don’t you look like a ray of sunshine,” Lola snickered as Anthony shot her a dirty look.
“At least I didn’t go through some weird scene phase in freshman year,” He smiled and watched Lola’s face, knowing she was blushing despite her dark skin which made it practically invisible. I let a laugh slip out, but quickly stifled it knowing that if I kept going it would mean death. Lola side-eyed me and continued, “I was using my creative liberty to experiment with my options as an artist,” she said with an overly-posh accent that made Eliza laugh.
“Yeah Anthony, don’t be such a downer,” Eliza teased. Anthony simply rolled his eyes and suppressed a smile to pretend like he was mad at all of us. He looked into the box and picked up the paper we left, unfolding it with a hint of excitement and curiosity. When he looked at it, only two words came out of his mouth.
“Holy shit.”
“What, what is it?” Lola tried to look at the other side of the paper, but Anthony quickly held it out of her view.
“What if I didn’t want to show you?” A smile crept onto his face. This was one of those rare moments where he’d be in the moos to joke around with us.
“Don’t be a dick bro,” I said, laughing as I went to grab for the paper. Anthony just held it up in the air and pushed me off of him and I landed on my floor. While he was distracted, though, Eliza took her chance and snatched the paper right out of his hand.
“You boys need to learn to be nice,” she warned in her jokingly stern voice as she unfolded the paper and spread it out onto my bed. We all leaned over to look.
It was a map of a couple towns including ours. There were around ten small star stickers placed on different areas on the map near the streets the four of us lived in. On the top of the map, a couple words were scrawled in black sharpie; “Pick a Place!” I could see everyone’s faces light up.
“Oh my god it’s our map!” Lola shouted and pointed to one of the stars near her street, “this was where we found that old junkyard right?”
Eliza smiled, “I remember that. It feels like such a long time ago now.” She pointed to another star, “and this is where we found that lake we made a hideout of. I still remember swimming in there in 8th grade…”
The four of us reminisced for a while, talking about where we had gone and what we did there, and how impressive it was that we didn’t get tetanus from that junkyard. After nearly an hour of conversation, Eliza asked something that made all of us stop.
“So how about it guys? Do you want to do one last round before the summer ends?”
The rest of us looked around at each other. It was clear we all wanted to do it. Eliza seemed to catch on and she nodded.
“Who wants to pick where we go?”
“How about you do the honors?” Lola suggested, motioning towards the map. “You’re the one that brought this stuff in anyways.”
Eliza raised her eyebrow but didn’t object. Without a word, she examined the map for a few minutes, then placed her finger on one spot a bit far from my house.
“How about here?”
“You think we can make it that far?” Anthony asked.
“Well, we can drive now so why not?”
“You sure there’s some type of trail we can drive on? That spot looks pretty deep in the woods”
“We can find a path to drive on for a bit then walk the rest of the way. C’mon guys, this is probably our last chance to do something like this! Felix, you can drive right?”
Eliza and the rest turned to me with a hopeful expression. I had to comply.
“Sure. No big deal, right?”
All three of them cheered and high fived each other, looking pretty excited to go on one last adventure.
“So when do we leave?” I questioned.
Eliza flashed that smile again, “right now.”
“Right now?!”
“Hell yeah,” Lola chimed in. “It shouldn’t take that long, right?”
“I guess…” Even then I felt uneasy about the whole thing. I didn’t feel prepared enough to go on some random trip into the woods. I needed to pack food, water, flashlights, I had no idea how long this was going to take. Little did I know that those things would be the least of my worries a couple hours from then. I wish I could go back and convince my 17-year-old self that it wasn’t worth it, that I should just convince my friends to stay and talk for the rest of the day. I wish Eliza had never remembered that stupid game. In a way, I’m almost mad at her for what happened, but I know it wasn’t anyones fault. We just wanted to have fun. I wish we could’ve just had fun. But God had a different plan for us. One that made me think Satan himself devised it instead. On July 16, 2013, Anthony He, Lola Smith, Eliza Landserson, and Felix Johanson went on an adventure that none of them were ready for.
Author's Note:
If you just read all of that then thank you so so so much for doing so! I'm a rookie writer, so feel free to comment any constructive criticism you might have if you have actual writing experience! This is the first silly little story I'm posting here, so I hope you enjoyed :)

Vecna: Eve of Ruin🎲

The evil lich-god Vecna has unearthed secrets he can use to unravel and remake the multiverse. Stopping Vecna will require working with three of the multiverse's most famous archmages, traveling to far-flung locales, and rebuilding the legendary Rod of Seven Parts.
Vecna: Eve of Ruin is a high-stakes adventure in which the fate of the multiverse hangs in the balance. The heroes begin in the Forgotten Realms and travel to Planescape, Spelljammer, Eberron, Ravenloft, Dragonlance, and Greyhawk as they race to save existence from obliteration.
A level 10 to 20 adventure.

• 📕 Game system: DnD5e
• 🕛 Game start time: 2,00pm EST/8,00 pm GMT+2
• 🎮 Game Link - Tuesday - 2/6
• 🎮 Game Link - Wednesday - 3/6

🤓 About me

• I played RPG's for over 10 years, almost exclusively as a DM. Conventions, local game centers and community interactions are all things I did and enjoyed. Decided to go online to continue what is, to put it the simplest, my passion.
• Several ongoing campaigns: players are engaged, looking forward toward next sessions, actively engaging in their own discord communities
• I would picture myself as a rules as fun DM rather then rules as written. I do homebrew materials, constantly rewriting and improving. I reward roleplay and creative thinking. My players make the story - I just flesh it out.

👉 What am I paying for?

• The work I put into my campaigns: Even though I run established adventures I do not run them straight out of the box - I always make sure to purchase additional maps, resources and outright change the story if need be just so my players have a memorable time
• Dedicated players with a certain level of maturity, a fee eliminates player no-shows and creates a full experience where we look to finish the module, not just start it.
• Scripts and modules that automate the combat and provide players with a smooth gameplay experience
• Full access to Heroforge
• Maps from talented patreon creators: Domille's Wondrous Works, Czepeku, Mad Cartographer and more.
• VTT dice from Q-workshop and Rollsmith.

📖 Content details

• Any official WotC/Paizo product
• Unearthed Arcana/Playtest materials
• Homebrew (open for discussion)

🐲 Rules

• Be respectful to other players - everyone wants to have a fun game.
• Everyone is welcome, regardless of sex, gender, sexual orientation, minority status, language skill or game skill. 💕

📞 How can I contact you?

• I am active on discord each day. A private message here or a discord small talk is all it takes: dmthetulio
• If you would like to play another campaign, in the same time period in any of the systems I do paid sessions in (pathfinder, starfinder, dnd5e) be sure to contact me! I am more than willing to change the campaign for something else if we are still waiting for players.
• Reviews

Vecna: Eve of Ruin🎲

The evil lich-god Vecna has unearthed secrets he can use to unravel and remake the multiverse. Stopping Vecna will require working with three of the multiverse's most famous archmages, traveling to far-flung locales, and rebuilding the legendary Rod of Seven Parts.
Vecna: Eve of Ruin is a high-stakes adventure in which the fate of the multiverse hangs in the balance. The heroes begin in the Forgotten Realms and travel to Planescape, Spelljammer, Eberron, Ravenloft, Dragonlance, and Greyhawk as they race to save existence from obliteration.
A level 10 to 20 adventure.

• 📕 Game system: DnD5e
• 🕛 Game start time: 2,00pm EST/8,00 pm GMT+2
• 🎮 Game Link - Tuesday - 2/6
• 🎮 Game Link - Wednesday - 3/6

🤓 About me

• I played RPG's for over 10 years, almost exclusively as a DM. Conventions, local game centers and community interactions are all things I did and enjoyed. Decided to go online to continue what is, to put it the simplest, my passion.
• Several ongoing campaigns: players are engaged, looking forward toward next sessions, actively engaging in their own discord communities
• I would picture myself as a rules as fun DM rather then rules as written. I do homebrew materials, constantly rewriting and improving. I reward roleplay and creative thinking. My players make the story - I just flesh it out.

👉 What am I paying for?

• The work I put into my campaigns: Even though I run established adventures I do not run them straight out of the box - I always make sure to purchase additional maps, resources and outright change the story if need be just so my players have a memorable time
• Dedicated players with a certain level of maturity, a fee eliminates player no-shows and creates a full experience where we look to finish the module, not just start it.
• Scripts and modules that automate the combat and provide players with a smooth gameplay experience
• Full access to Heroforge
• Maps from talented patreon creators: Domille's Wondrous Works, Czepeku, Mad Cartographer and more.
• VTT dice from Q-workshop and Rollsmith.

📖 Content details

• Any official WotC/Paizo product
• Unearthed Arcana/Playtest materials
• Homebrew (open for discussion)

🐲 Rules

• Be respectful to other players - everyone wants to have a fun game.
• Everyone is welcome, regardless of sex, gender, sexual orientation, minority status, language skill or game skill. 💕

📞 How can I contact you?

• I am active on discord each day. A private message here or a discord small talk is all it takes: dmthetulio
• If you would like to play another campaign, in the same time period in any of the systems I do paid sessions in (pathfinder, starfinder, dnd5e) be sure to contact me! I am more than willing to change the campaign for something else if we are still waiting for players.
• Reviews

Vecna: Eve of Ruin🎲

The evil lich-god Vecna has unearthed secrets he can use to unravel and remake the multiverse. Stopping Vecna will require working with three of the multiverse's most famous archmages, traveling to far-flung locales, and rebuilding the legendary Rod of Seven Parts.
Vecna: Eve of Ruin is a high-stakes adventure in which the fate of the multiverse hangs in the balance. The heroes begin in the Forgotten Realms and travel to Planescape, Spelljammer, Eberron, Ravenloft, Dragonlance, and Greyhawk as they race to save existence from obliteration.
A level 10 to 20 adventure.

• 📕 Game system: DnD5e
• 🕛 Game start time: 2,00pm EST/8,00 pm GMT+2
• 🎮 Game Link - Tuesday - 2/6
• 🎮 Game Link - Wednesday - 3/6

🤓 About me

• I played RPG's for over 10 years, almost exclusively as a DM. Conventions, local game centers and community interactions are all things I did and enjoyed. Decided to go online to continue what is, to put it the simplest, my passion.
• Several ongoing campaigns: players are engaged, looking forward toward next sessions, actively engaging in their own discord communities
• I would picture myself as a rules as fun DM rather then rules as written. I do homebrew materials, constantly rewriting and improving. I reward roleplay and creative thinking. My players make the story - I just flesh it out.

👉 What am I paying for?

• The work I put into my campaigns: Even though I run established adventures I do not run them straight out of the box - I always make sure to purchase additional maps, resources and outright change the story if need be just so my players have a memorable time
• Dedicated players with a certain level of maturity, a fee eliminates player no-shows and creates a full experience where we look to finish the module, not just start it.
• Scripts and modules that automate the combat and provide players with a smooth gameplay experience
• Full access to Heroforge
• Maps from talented patreon creators: Domille's Wondrous Works, Czepeku, Mad Cartographer and more.
• VTT dice from Q-workshop and Rollsmith.

📖 Content details

• Any official WotC/Paizo product
• Unearthed Arcana/Playtest materials
• Homebrew (open for discussion)

🐲 Rules

• Be respectful to other players - everyone wants to have a fun game.
• Everyone is welcome, regardless of sex, gender, sexual orientation, minority status, language skill or game skill. 💕

📞 How can I contact you?

• I am active on discord each day. A private message here or a discord small talk is all it takes: dmthetulio
• If you would like to play another campaign, in the same time period in any of the systems I do paid sessions in (pathfinder, starfinder, dnd5e) be sure to contact me! I am more than willing to change the campaign for something else if we are still waiting for players.
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I’m a 17 y/o who broke her ankle (tibia and fibula) this year on March 25th and ended up getting surgery a week after on 4/3. I saw the orthopedic 2 weeks after for post op and he said another 6 weeks NWB (so a total of 8 weeks NWB since I was in a cast for the 2 weeks right after my surgery). I feel like this is a long time and as a teen, my instinct has simply been to start walking again. I begun weight bearing 3 weeks after my surgery by “standing”, which was more of simply putting my foot down but putting little to no weight on it, it would just be flat on the ground as if I was actually standing. By weeks 4-5 I was tapping my foot on the ground while crutching or even taking small steps with about 25% of my weight. Now, 6 weeks NWB, I take small steps throughout the day and have had small incidents where I’ve been forced to full weight bear to catch my balance and avoid falling/slipping. My ROM is really good as far as my physical therapist says and I haven’t had any pain at all since my surgery. I feel like I can start walking right now if I wanted to, but the doctor and PT words stop me from doing so in order to avoid further troubles and a 2nd surgery, and as a teen I know I’m able to hear much faster. I see my doctor in about 2 weeks where hopefully I’ll be able to start FWB right away, since he dragged it with the 8-week healing time. To be honest I don’t think my injury was that serious, especially after reading so much stories with people who had much worse fractures but started WB earlier and were also older than me.
My question is: Do you think I’ll be able to FWB immediately the day I see my doctor for a recovery check up? I don’t mean gradually going down to one crutch or start FWB with a boot, I mean literally going back to walking normally as if nothing ever happened.
I feel like it is possible and I feel confident enough to do it. I will attach some pictures of what my injury looks like to show you guys, hopefully a doctor sees them and gives me a 2nd opinion lol.

Mark was eager to get laid. But even the photoshopped pictures of his muscles couldn’t attract anyone on MatchIt. He was beginning to think he was hopelessly ugly when he finally saw the bright colored Match! pop up across his phone screen.
She was beautiful. Angela was her name. She appeared Chinese. His heart started pounding as he typed the first opening line. Within a minute or two she responded back. The conversation they had was a good one. Mark had never had a conversation like this. Eventually when the sun started to set, she gave him her address.
The next day Mark drove in his parents' car down to the house. He had waited for this his whole life. He was little worried his photoshopping might be apparent when he got there but he thought she was nice enough to forgive that.
When he arrived, he saw the small, isolated house on the hill. Just like the ones from her pictures. He started walking up to house with his heart pounding wondering what he would say. He can’t just say anything he…
A sudden beep of a car nearly scared the shit out of him. Mark turned around and saw a car pulling into the driveway of the house. The car stopped. He recognized the car from her pictures. Who got out of the car though was a tall young pale man with dark hair. He lurched forward and walked towards Mark looking him up and down. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, the man said, “Let me guess. Angela cheating again.”
Mark suddenly felt a wave of terror go through him. This guy was going to beat the crap out of him. He should know that all the hot girls on MatchIt were cheating and now her boyfriend was probably going to shoot him and…
“It is okay. I’ll talk to her. You probably didn’t suspect anything like the last two,” the man said.
Mark was shocked. He managed to squeak out a “I’m so sorry” and rushed to his car and drove off.
“Angela probably going to kill me,” the man said to himself as he walked into the house on hill.
When he opened the door, he saw Angela surfing on her phone.
“So did you get dinner?” She said it coldly.
“No. There wasn’t enough meat. Though I’m sure Samuel here will last us another week,” he replied with his eyes looking towards the fridge.

Hi there, thank you for reading. I noticed my cat, male 1.5 years old, has a small scab on his neck to the side of his cheek. I can't get a good picture of it because not enough fur has come off. He has only scratched after we inspected with it he usually leaves it alone. He's acting normal etc etc.
Is there anything I can put on it to help him out? I have looked into it on the internet (lol) and most say to monitor and go if it gets bigger or looks worse. Is this a good idea? Please let me know if your cat has had something similar!

I (22f) love my boyfriend (26f), but i hate his mom (50’s).
I would say our relationship is almost perfect besides the fact that I do not get along with his mom.
He has helped & taught me communication skills, patience, things I am not experienced with because of my history of toxic relationships. I can picture the future together, I see our children laughing with us, I see a happy home with date nights and lots of love.
I never thought I would be able to find such a perfect, perfect man but i did. I found someone who completes me in a way that nobody ever has - someone who i adore. We have the same values in life, the same sense of humor, and the same goals in raising our children.
from the start,more so now, we speak of marriage, children, and the future often - this is our goal and we have gotten comfortable with the idea of moving forward with an engagement soon.
It’s probably important to note that I am not close with my small family though, i was not a fan of the way that i was raised and i have been primarily independent since i was 17 years old. i speak with my family but we are LC and i hold them at a distance because of a lot of pain that they caused me in childhood.
However, he has made it a point to say that he would not like to raise his children the same way his mother raised him. That he wants his children to feel appreciated and loved and perfect just the way they are. He did not have a close relationship when they were younger, as have i with my family.
But, ever since i told him i’m not fond of his mom and that she makes me uncomfortable things have not been the same. He is getting aggravated with me because I have asked for some space between them and I. I asked for boundaries, but was unsure on how to implement them and wanted his help. He see’s nothing wrong with their relationship and told me to get used to it.
It seems that after that conversation, he intends for me to figure it out like he said but it’s pushing me to run away.
His mom has not done anything wrong necessarily, but she is not exactly welcoming - despite making attempts to be. She will ask questions about your life, and then mid convo she will start talking about how she would do things if it were here or to somebody else and strike up a convo.
I know she’s happy that her baby boy has found someone, but the way she inserts her life into his also makes me uncomfortable.
She will sit and stare at us from across the room at dinner and smile and wave every time you look over there, it’s kind of creepy to me and it’s even more awkward having to avoid eye contact after the first 3 times.
They call every single day for at least 20 mins and she requests my input on her opinions - which i never tend to agree with, making me feel like i can’t escape her even in my own home. my place for peace. (i have asked not to be included in calls but somehow i still get pulled in).
My bf will ask his mom for something before he will ask me, he will ask his moms opinion on something he has already asked me, he makes her pay for everything even though we are able to and she is struggling financially after a bad breakup.
He says her opinions don’t matter, and that he only goes to the weekly dinner outings because it’s free food but his consistent actions are telling me otherwise.
Personally, i find her a bit obnoxious and she makes everything about her while she speaks negatively about others. This is not exactly the type of person that I want around my children every day.
This is truly the problem, i do see her help with my bf’s sister’s kids and i know that she loves them but idk she is at their house constantly - daily! she has the kids more than her own daughter does sometimes. i don’t think i could handle that!
i already know that if we had a child, that she would want to be as involved as possible. for some reason, that gives me the ick. i don’t want help, especially from someone who is constantly making me feel inadequate. i’ve done everything else in my life up to this point, i don’t need mommy’s help.
i think i could handle it if it was like once every other month. hell, i only see my family on the big holidays and that is if i can/want to make it. But i have to see his family on average 3 times a month and that is not including the phone calls and random drop in because we live next door.
it’s becoming to be unbearable for me and it’s taking a toll on our relationship. i told him i understand that he loves his family, and that he wants to be close to them. i am not trying to shame him for that. i respect that, but at the same time i don’t want to be in that environment any longer.
i think it is only a problem now, because the rest of the relationship i was under the impression that his family would not be around so much but i am coming to terms with the fact that that is the case and that is just not what i am comfortable with for the rest of my life.
but, i am struggling because i love him so much and if it weren’t for this i would have married him yesterday. i want to make it work, but i also l feel like this much distaste is irreparable and it will only get worse if we were to get married. I want to move, i want to move far away and that was a dream before i met his family, something he once said he supported but i am unsure of the fact now. i fear that this is just too big of an incompatability issue but it’s hard to picture a life without him.
So, do you think we should break up and stop wasting each others time? or should i try to work on this and find a compromise?
any suggestions for compromise or establishing boundaries with his mother pleaseeee comment down below. thank you.
{TLDR; I hate my MIL. trying to decide if the relationship is worth salvaging.}

So after doing leg day my right knee pictured feels a little warm. No real pain but definitely some warmth that lasts a full day. It also has a small amount of pain when I go up stairs but I'm working to strengthen it to improve the pain. My doctor told me that the tendons were weak and all the jiggling around of my kneecap was causing the discomfort. He recommended weightlifting. That stairs pain is unrelated to exercise and not the point of this post.
However it's been 5 months of going to the gym 3 times a week or more and my knees still look different. I was hoping they'd look more similar and feel similar after lifting by now. You can see that the right knee cap sticks out a bit from my joint. That might be lack of muscle, or smalleweaker tendons, I don't know. That's why I'm posting.
What do you guys think? My left knee has never had any pain. Right knee stairs pain has improved since I began exercising but the heat after each session has me worried I could have a chronic problem in the future if I'm doing something wrong now. Either that or maybe just inflamed tendons which wouldn't be so bad.
What do you think?

I converted the sunroom into an office where I do most of my work, but the curtains can only hold back so much heat. So I'm looking to install a window AC unit. Problem is, I cannot for the life of me figure out how to move these old Humphreys storm windows.
They aren't the ones with the large clip on either side that most of the other windows have. Those I can handle. These ones have two small handles on the bottom, and a small lever on the right side with an H on it. Then a big handle that can tuck into the window.
Pictures shown here:
The branding says "Humphreys Tension Sealed" so I would assume they're only in there by some type force holding them in place. But I don't want to put too much force into yanking it because the house is I believe a 1914 or somewhere around that time.
Any help would be super appreciated.