I think “my simple pleasure” is the best prompt. If used right it’s a good way to say things you like. For example mine was- thrift stores, new tattoos, Philly sports and R&B. Really depends how you write it
As a woman, I’d advise men not to use “I won’t shut up about,” as a prompt.
Woman constantly complain about men dominating verbal conversations. Saying you “won’t shut up about…” just reinforces that you might be one of those guys.
I think if you actually have a good travel story, that prompt can work. That is to say, I think that the "tiers" really fluctuate a lot from person to person, and your qualifiers ("this works if you're funny") are kind of proof of that.
For example, I have two pretty good stories about coming face to face with sharks, and one less good story about coming face to face with a shark. I think that the shark thing is just crazy enough that it intrigues most people. But you have to have a genuinely good story for it to work.
Also, someone else said they need to get rid of prompts - I disagree. It's really annoying if you try a new prompt and then can't go back to your old one.
I think “my idea of a good Sunday” is a great prompt bc if guys include it and they say “church,” I’m 95% more likely to like them.
THERE'S AN ART to curating your Hinge profile. If you're looking for quality matches, don't be the guy with a barren profile who sends a mildly-enthused "hey, how's it going" to every potential partner. Hinge offers a feature called prompts: conversation starters that let you show yourself off and spark more substantive conversations—and you should use them to your advantage.
Choosing the right Hinge prompts—and writing good answers those prompts—will help you scan the many fish in the sea to find those most suited for you. It might sound like a daunting task to craft the perfect profile, but at least you're an expert in the subject matter: you.
Best Practices for Crafting Your Hinge Prompts
Having an air of mystery may seem hot in movies, but it's just a waste of time in real life—especially when it comes to dating apps, where determining what's real and what's not is so much more difficult than it is in person. "Being coy may seem like a safer way to interact on apps, but it doesn't yield fruitful results," Engle says. (No one's swiping right on a bio that says "I suck at writing bios.")
So nix those coy answers and get specific when you fill out your Hinge prompts. The more specific you get, the likelier you are to match with people that are similar to you. That means you'll really have to think about yourself and want you want.
Be specific when discussing what you're looking for, too. Vagueness won't help narrow your options. For example, don't just say you're looking for "someone with a lot of personality" (is anyone not looking for someone with a personality?); say you're looking for "someone with a lot of energy, and who enjoys being active and trying new things" (or whatever that personality looks like to you). Be honest, both with yourself and in your profile. Don't say you're "super into the gym" because you want someone with a six-pack, when in reality you haven't been to gym in six months and have no intention of starting again.
Add a variety of prompts to paint a full picture of yourself. If all of your prompts are jokes, that doesn't reveal a ton about you. But, if all your prompts are serious, you might come off as a little intense—and you won't be revealing much about your day-to-day life.
The 20 Best Hinge Prompts to Help You Get You a Response
Here are 20 Hinge prompts to get you off the apps and into real relationships.
I'll pick the topic if you start the conversation...
Starting a conversation isn't easy, and with this prompt, you're meeting them halfway. It creates less of a barrier to entry for the person doing the messaging. Pick a topic you're interested in or care about, and "be as specific as possible," Engle says.
What you can say:
The best bands to come out of the 90's.
The worst holiday traditions.
The best and worst concerts you've seen.
The last time I cried happy tears was...
"Consider the things that really make you YOU," Engle says. Mentioning things you care about "will allow you to engage with like-minded people who share similar likes and interests."
What you can say:
When they showed Jason Kelce ripping his shirt off at Travis's touchdown against the Bills.
At the closing scene of All of Us Strangers.
When I PR'ed my back squat (the boys didn't see).
The one thing I'd love to know about you is...
It's always nice to see someone on a dating app be interested in you, even if they haven't seen you yet. Put that energy out there with this prompt. People might feel more comfortable responding when it's something about them, since they know themselves the best. Find a topic that's important to you, and let your potential match take it from there.
What you can say:
What would you do for a living if money weren't a factor?
What's your go-to coffee shop order?
Were you a Nickelodeon or Disney kid?
Let's make sure we're on the same page about...
The great thing about this prompt is you can make your answer as lighthearted or as serious as you want. If you have something that's a deal-breaker for you (like wanting an open relationship), you can insert that here. It also works if you have something a little less serious that still plays a role in your life (like putting pineapple on pizza) and you want to get that out there.
What you can say:
Not wanting kids.
The ending of Game of Thrones.
The shape of Earth.
This year, I really want to...
This prompt is an excellent way to open up potential first date options, or show how you want to work on yourself in this upcoming year. Want to get more creative, more fit, or try something new? Maybe someone out there wants to do the same—and wants a partner to do it with.
What you can say:
Try a ceramics class.
Drink less.
Find the best burger in town.
I'm looking for...
If you already know what you're looking for, you may as well lay it all out there. That being said, don't nit-pick or be judgmental in your answer. Don't be too vague either, or you won't narrow down your options for people best suited to you.
What you can say:
Someone who will get along with my family.
Someone comfortable with being in an open relationship.
A good time, not a long time.
My simple pleasures...
You're probably looking for someone with similar interests as you (at least, we hope you are). "Prompts serve as conversation starters, so consider your interests, hobbies, and skills and lead with those," Engle says. Odds are someone shares them with you.
What you can say:
The smell of fresh cut grass.
When Debbie from marketing brings in banana bread.
Open sunroofs.
I go crazy for...
Another easy way into talking about the things you like—but make sure it's something you can carry conversation on. "Focus on answers that you can go into detail on," Engle says. "Talk about interests, hobbies, and goals outside of romantic relationships to give potential partners a full picture of the person you are."
What you can say:
Planning my next trip before the one I'm on has even ended.
Barry Keoghan. Obviously.
Reruns of Pimp My Ride.

You should leave a comment if...

This is another way to discuss what's important to you, with a call to action for the other person. You can pull in your hobbies, hopes for the future, or interests—the world is your oyster here. But remember: specifics, specifics, specifics (don't just put down "you like sports").

What you can say:

• You were hoping for a Ravens versus Bills Super Bowl.
• Your Spotify daylist often includes the term "mallgoth."
• You're on the dance floor all night at the club.

A shower thought I recently had...

Balance your prompts by throwing in a lighter option here and there. A shower thought is a great way to show off your humor and how your mind works. Get creative.

What you can say:

• Could really use a beer in here.
• Whose Line Is It Anyway needs a reboot.
• Is Punxsutawney Phil doing okay mentally?

Green flags I look for...

Get a little deeper into what you're looking for in your person by hinting at characteristics you want to see in someone. It's better to be open and honest about what you're looking for in a potential partner then have to do the dirty work of talking to a bunch of people only to find out you don't actually see a future with them.

What you can say:

• Funny conversation, but can get deep, too.
• Tipping 20 percent, always.
• Emotional support water bottles. Here for the hydration.

We're the same type of weird if...

Have some nuance interests that you want to get out there? Here's your chance.

What you can say:

• You're hitting up the Renaissance fair every time it comes to town.
• You're the person everyone wants on their trivia team.
• You enjoy 5Ks on Thanksgiving, too.

I hype myself up by...
Everyone gets nervous when it comes to online dating. Confidence is hot, but most of us aren't 100-percent confident all of the time, and that's okay. This shows you're nervous, too, but can hype yourself up when need be.

What you can say:

• Blaring some hard rap.
• Power posing.
• Hitting the gym.

I feel most supported when...

Dating app prompts aren't all about making the right joke or being overly funny. You'll want to layer in some real prompts, too, to show potential partners you can get deep. This prompt is a great way to do that without getting too vulnerable before you're ready. Plus, it reveals a little bit about what you want out of a relationship.

What you can say:

• My partner help around the house.
• There's healthy communication.
• My family and friends support my work.

A fun fact about me is...

An oldie but a goodie. To mix in a lighthearted prompt with some deeper ones, stick with what you know and toss in your go-to fun fact from freshman seminar in college. Don't over think the "fun" part—just pick something you think is unique about yourself!

What you can say:

• I've been cage diving with sharks.
• I speak four languages.
• I never lose in Mario Kart. Ever.

Teach me something about...

Want to learn something new and find a partner at the same time? This is also a great way to show an interest in potential partners by making your answer something related to them. Like we said, people are always more comfortable talking about themselves because it's the one thing they know everything about. People love talking about their passions... maybe someone out there has the same one as you. This is a great way to find out.

What you can say:

• The Roman Empire
• Your ick list
• What you want to see in a partner

I know the best spot in town for...

Hate the phase of online dating where you message back and forth forever and never actually get to a first date? Us, too. This prompt can help speed up that process by getting you out of the app, and meeting in person. Suggest something you'd want to do for a first date.
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What you can say:

• $5 happy hour Miller Lites.
• VPR watch parties.
• Live music.

First round is on me if...

Another prompt that gets you out of the app and right into the first date. Plus, you can pose a characteristic you really want to see in a partner: a win-win. PSA though: If it translates, you do actually have to pay for the first round.

What you can say:

• You love a Dadbod.
• You also cried when My Chemical Romance broke up.
• You're okay with my dog joining us.

My typical Sunday...

This gives a little snippet into your every day life. You're probably looking for someone who lives a similar lifestyle to you (if you're a "sleep until the afternoon every weekend" kind of guy, you're probably not looking for a "6 a.m. half marathon on a Saturday" kind of girl), and this is a great way to give them that insight.

What you can say:

• Rearranging all my furniture...again.
• Hitting the snooze button relentlessly.
• A walk with the dogs, football with the guys, and meal prep.

Give me travel tips for...

Have a trip coming up? Hit two birds with one stone: get some travel recommendations and start up a conversation with a potential special someone. It's an easy entry to talking, and you can quickly branch to "well, where else have you traveled to recently?" Even if you just put down your neighborhood—there's nothing like a little stay-cation.You should leave a comment if...
This is another way to discuss what's important to you, with a call to action for the other person. You can pull in your hobbies, hopes for the future, or interests—the world is your oyster here. But remember: specifics, specifics, specifics (don't just put down "you like sports").

What you can say:

• You were hoping for a Ravens versus Bills Super Bowl.
• Your Spotify daylist often includes the term "mallgoth."
• You're on the dance floor all night at the club.

A shower thought I recently had...

Balance your prompts by throwing in a lighter option here and there. A shower thought is a great way to show off your humor and how your mind works. Get creative.

What you can say:

• Could really use a beer in here.
• Whose Line Is It Anyway needs a reboot.
• Is Punxsutawney Phil doing okay mentally?

Green flags I look for...

Get a little deeper into what you're looking for in your person by hinting at characteristics you want to see in someone. It's better to be open and honest about what you're looking for in a potential partner then have to do the dirty work of talking to a bunch of people only to find out you don't actually see a future with them.

What you can say:

• Funny conversation, but can get deep, too.
• Tipping 20 percent, always.
• Emotional support water bottles. Here for the hydration.

We're the same type of weird if...

Have some nuance interests that you want to get out there? Here's your chance.

What you can say:

• You're hitting up the Renaissance fair every time it comes to town.
• You're the person everyone wants on their trivia team.
• You enjoy 5Ks on Thanksgiving, too.

My initial thought was Slayer (study target is locking on) using a greatsword, and take the demon mythic path.
The trouble comes with alignments, because I find Chaotic Good to be the most fitting alignment, but in that case demon would knock me into chaotic evil, and I'd have to maintain at least chaotic neutral to keep progressing.
Any other ideas or suggestions on how to execute?

I’m looking for vlogs or blogs that start with someone on day one and follow their progress. I’d like to start losing myself, but I’m an unintentionally competitive person, and no one I know has really stepped up to the plate to help me out. So I feel like if I could follow along with someone from day one and “compete” or work out with them, I’d actually make progress for myself. I’d see what they’re doing that works and bounce ideas around. It sounds weird, but makes sense in my head.
I haven’t scoured the depths of YouTube yet, but everything I have seen is “this is how I did it” and it’s a fairly fit person (compared to myself) losing 20 pounds. Or… strangely biblical.
I’m female, weigh 265 pounds with a goal weight between 150 and 170. I have PCOS, an egg sensitivity, and am on 8 different medications for depression, anxiety, insulin resistance, high blood pressure, and GERD.
My goal is to be down 50 pounds by this time next year. I just need some motivation to get there, and speeches are not it apparently.

i debated for a while where best to ask this question. WvP seems a little too far removed from someone practicing a discipline of real-world magic (this question is not about litigating the existence of magic IRL). and asking the actual witches subreddit seemed disrespectful. eck cetera.
ultimately i think this might actually be the best place to ask regardless, given the nature of my project.
So my question, restated, for the TL;DR's among you: Within the canon of literary fantasy, are there any well-established/iconic/recurring items (or types of items) that permanently "infects" someone with the memories of another person upon interaction?
Mind you, i'm not talking about like ultra-cinematic stunlocked-by-overwhelming-revelation--a la something akin to a Palantir--it's more like the character interacts with the object--maybe trying to investigate it or just holding onto it as a trinket--and seemingly nothing happens. and then the "infected" character starts having dreams that they intuit as alien to their own experiences, as some kind of intrusive presence that they don't understand.
My immediately-instinctive choice was a grimoire, written by the person whose memories do the "infecting", forgive my recurring clunky placeholder. A hand-penned grimoire seems like the easiest solution for my needs, but i wanted to see if there was, perhaps, some other precedent that already routinely fills this kind of role in established fantasy. i tried looking up "legendary books", as-in perhaps a mythological book commonly believed to install knowledge in the reader's mind against their will. but no matter which why i applied my google-fu, it was just a procession of books ABOUT legends and mythology. trying to go the oblique route by researching something like the Ars Goetia wasn't a fruitful approach either. and i couldn't really find anything else that overlapped with this particular need.
I suppose, riffing on the Palantir even though it doesn't really fit the bill in its canonical form, something like the intruding person's leftover divination tools of whatever kind might also be viable options, but i'd like to see what y'all think before i lock this detail in. If possible i'd like to avoid outright explaining something like this if i can. or at least minimizing how much windup it takes to get the reader on board with this concept within their suspension of disbelief.
if something like it already exists i might be able to riff on it (this isn't a commercial endeavor, i'm not concerned about situationally borrowing an idea to save words lol), or read the work that contains it and get some inspo on how that author expressed the details of the item and use that as a springboard.
Either way, thanks in-advance! As always 💯

I have a problem (especially when writing something that will be marked against a rubric) of always hesitating and wasting a lot of time trying to think of a good idea or use the best words to use in this part of my writing. It's not even that I fear that what I write or think of won't be amazing. I just feel like it's going to be trash, and I'm trying to avoid that. But I know it's not productive to spend so long thinking about each thing, and due to my lack of practice writing, it would be much more helpful to just get down whatever I'm thinking about and then reflect on it / revise.
I know that just writing down what comes to mind without overthinking it and then managing to write an ok sounding piece would be a good way to prove to myself that my writing won't sound like complete trash even if I spend less time on it. The problem is, every time I have an idea of what I do, my brain instantly shoots it down with phrases like "that's too simple" or "that doesn't fit the task requirements". It doesn't help that I actually do end up with feedback like "your writing does not link to the topic enough" or "its too broad".
How can I get over this constant belief that my writing won't be good enough and actually make some progress?
(Also, sorry if my description was convoluted and too long. That's likely a result of me trying to describe my problem "perfectly", conveying my exact experience and feeling about it.)

I make alot of small houses because its cozy and does not need that much effort to design, but one thing I realize, is that the piano takes up too much space or looks unusual for the room. To the musicians irl who play the piano, do you guys think the same? because a grand piano does not always fit well in a small house. I think it would be a great idea to add an upright piano little less for the price of the classic piano.

I'm not sure if what I'm building is viable or even a good idea but I thought it was cool and want to build into it enough to function. I'm looking for advice, changes, or even a simple thumbs up or thumbs down on the general concept.
My idea with this build is making an armored caster who is a bit of a jack of all trades. They aren't the leader of their team by a long shot but they are absolutely a tactician ready to fight with the front line or protect their back line, no matter if they choose to swing the good old blade or blow up an entire group with one fireball. Here's what I've got so far!
===Race: Githyanki===
Githyanki is the most important part of this character for me, Mage Hand is a fantastic spell, Jump is fun if we need to suddenly be somewhere high up, Misty Step is a must have in my opinion, and it all uses our Intelligence. Along with that it's important to have our Greatsword Proficiency as well as Medium Armor Proficiency. I put bonuses at +2 Intelligence and +1 Constitution
Our stat spread looks like this •Strength: 16 (+3) •Dexterity: 14 (+2) •Constitution: 16(+3) •Intelligence: 18 (+4) •Wisdom: 11 (0) •Charisma: 8 (-1)
===Class: Starting Level 3 Wizard (1-20)===
I thought about doing a Martial class like Fighter or Ranger but that doesn't make use of our starting proficiencies. Wizard doesn't have any of those when starting out and saves us from having to take Mage Armor and expend a Spell Slot at the start of every day. (Plus the Armor feels like a good status symbol for their time in Gith society).
Most importantly we're doing a War Wizard at Level 2 so we can use Arcane Deflection any time we're about to take a hit
Took Proficiency in Arcana (We need to identify magic to keep our team safe) and Religion (Vlakith feels pretty religion based)
Cantrips: Booming Blade (main way to use our Greatsword), Fire Bolt (ranged option), Shocking Grasp (In case we find ourselves weaponless or want to dominate a metal enemy)
Level 1 Spells: Magic Missile (Turn off Concentration), Shield, Burning Hands, Identify
Level 2 Spells: Shatter (Poor man's Fireball), Suggestion, Rime's Binding Ice (Suddenly stop an approaching enemy)
I'm not sure what Feats to take for this build besides Warcaster, other than that one I'm completely open to suggestions here, I am not sure what would work best here
===Background: Sage===
I think this background fits the feel of a battle commander who has locked themselves away for days studying strategy and history. On top of that I really like the background feature, 2 extra languages, and Proficiency in History and Athletics
===Equipment: A or B===
So we'll be buying our gear rather than selecting the default options. Starting out with Scale Mail for 16 AC, a Greatsword for 2D6 (Plus Booming Blade)

So I dumped this deep into one of the other threads, but am curious as to see what others think of it bounced up a bit.
The TLDR is that I think this is a good movie - my ranking is probably 6.8-7. It is.... real long for reasons I can't explain though.
Full thoughts are below but tagged as spoiler. Me and said friend walked out of the theater 7 hours ago.

Our biggest complaint by a mile is just... the movie is too long for what it is. Just way too long. There are several sections that could have been cut/trimmed in the beginning and middle that are just... there and heavily extended for no reason we could see. The biggest example I can give is that I had to use the bathroom shortly after the Rictus bit where he had taken her away from the other wives just before she goes full "pretending to be a boy" and they start building the war rig. I made a point to look at my phone while I was in the bathroom cause I thought things had probably gone on for a while by that point, and I was right. We were an hour and 10 minutes into the movie and the main character wasn't even an adult yet.
That's more of an example than the whole breadth of the issue, but that is a crazy amount of time for a prequel movie. There are loads of examples that would have covered what the movie had by that time in... 15 minutes if you were being drastic and 30 if you really wanted to explore the space. 45 if you wanted to go really above and beyond.
Another example we could think of was the action sequence with the horned warrior going rogue. This action sequence is in our opinion, probably the best the movie has to offer. It's the closest to the Fury Road style of action beats, has outstanding cinematography, a great story is told visually over the entire section. It's arguably the best 10-15 mins of the movie...
And yet it required an absurd amount of set up to get there involving a lot of characters that aren't really central to the plot at all. It's main point in the movie is to show how competent Furiosa is by that point and hit on her motives of "still getting home". It also sets up Praetor Jack as a mentoquasi love interest by the end of it and shows how she "earned" her spot in the convoy crew.
But the set up to get there primarily rotates around the Horned Warrior and why he decided to go rogue on Dementus, which earned probably 10-15 minutes of runtime beforehand to get to that point for a character who ultimately should kind of barely be a footnote to the movie.
There's a similar thing that happens with most of Dementus' more prominent crew mates get establishing shots and kind of almost fleshed out backstories, only for those same crew members to have extremely segmented deaths/not really do much for the story because the script is already accounting for 2.5 hours of storytelling and having a sizable payoff just wasn't in the cards.
The other issues we had with it were... honestly what felt like plotholes at worst, or framing mistakes at best. A quick hit list-
The Place of Aboundance is shown as a very advanced society with a lot of population and a clear warning system - people can hear Furiosa's whistle and at least 10-15 are rushing into the woods at a dime, but in the end, only two people follow to engage the raiders, and only one of them continues the pursuit.
While Dementus is having Jack drug for "his crimes", there's an establishing shot of Furiosa chained to the big rig, jack is being drug in a circle by one of the motorcycles, and then there is a larger motorcycle circle circling that and heckling. Somehow despite being in the center of at least one (maybe both) rings, Furiosa rips her arm off, sabotages the monster truck, steals a bike, and gets out without anyone noticing despite her being a central part (like literally, she's in the middle) to the whole affair.
There's basically no explanation as to how Dementus was able to take the bullet farm except "the king of the bullet farm was busy talking to joe about killing Dementus". This, theoretically should easily be the most heavily armed/defended of the three major stronghold cities, even if their leader isn't there. They legit just make guns/bullets, and have a very workable defensive wall with clear protocols to opening the gates. There's also... some uh... plot armor on said gate when the war rig cant back through but the monster truck rams it down after two bangs at short distance- we can chalk that one up to suspension of disbelief, but the idea that the farm didn't already have a thousand snipers ready to handle "idiots on motorcyles" hit us as off.
There were some other minor examples, and even these may have actual explanations we missed, but they're also pretty glaring on a casual watch.
Finally... we both kind of thought the max "tie in" was fairly weird/out of place except just to show "Oh hey max was here but didn't care about any of it until years later" and also to show "yes we promise tom hardy won't be coming back".
I really don't want this to come off as us not liking it, because we both agreed it was indeed a pretty good flick. It honestly has more in common with the very first film than anything else though - being a kind of biographical retelling of one person's entire life in the wasteland rather than any one event with a heavy grindhouse revenge plot... and both of those movies kind of suffer for it.
We both loved the amount of worldbuilding - I was especially geeked to see both bullet farmand gas town in the flesh. It was amazing to get an idea of what characters inhabit those worlds, although if they were already going ham, I would have preferred to see more of bullet farm's denziens.
I especially loved the new actor for younger Immortan Joe - I thought he was played expertly and was an outstanding contrast to Dementus being an upjumped minor warlord high on himself. Trading for a new "breeder" and a doctor was particularly inspired.
And it goes without saying in this franchise that the action scenes were all great. We both especially loved the aforementioned sequence with the horned warrior's crew. Despite the faults in the early sequences, the opening sequence with Furiosa getting kidnapped and her mother coming for her was also very excellent and visceral. The showdown at the Bullet Farm was also outstanding.
While slightly overdone, we both were also obviously very much loving Hemsworth hamming it up as a strong a villain as we've seen. He did great just being as over the top as possible, and we were laughing a lot - we both agreed at least some of this could have gotten cut since it seems like his character got more play than furiosa's in some ways, but the execution was outstanding and he's a great character to add to the series.
Finally, we both thought that Dementus' end was probably as cruel and fitting for this fucked up wasteland world and got a strong heavy nod.
At the same time, it felt like a very bloated production with a lot of set ups that ultimately don't feel like they go to satisfying places. In the pantheon of the franchise I probably have it tied with the original and above Thunderdome... but well well behind Fury Road and Road Warrior. Good movie, but there are very much flaws to be found.

So around end of 2020 I bought Tin T2 IEMs and used them for a bit then forgot about them. Recently(around 3-4 months ago) I've started exclusively using them for gaming(competitive fps games like Valorant mainly) because headphones are triggering my jaw pain flareups. I decided to buy the SpinFit CP100 Plus S size and then SS and those seem to fit the best pain wise but the seal isn't as good as S size. Problem with both of them mainly on my left ear is that whenever I put them in my ear there is often no sound at all or very muffled sound and I have to move the IEMs around until all of a sudden sound returns. It's pretty much a constant issue with my left ear and very rarely in my right too. I have this issue with both sizes and have tried switching the ear tips around with no change. Any idea what is causing this issue and if I can fix it? Is it something to do with my ear shape on the left ear and it causes the spinning feature to block the sound until I move it around and get the right angle? Sometimes I can get the angle in a few seconds and sometimes I'm fiddling for 30-40s to get the sound normal. This is a huge issue as sometimes I need to quickly get up mid round or between rounds to close my door, get water or do somethin out of reach and then when I come back I'm fiddling with the IEM to get my sound to come back.

Well, this was a couple days late, I apologize. But here we are!
Thanks again to u/lame-azoid, who gave me the idea to make this. WIthout further ado, here are all the sniper rifles in CODM, ranked in order of fastest ADS time.
The only attachments fitted are those that decrease ADS time the most, i.e. shortened barrels, lasers, Stip Grips, and light stocks. No other attachments were fitted.

1. M21 EBR (semi-auto): 234ms
   
2. XPR-50 (semi-auto): 238ms
   
3. Outlaw (bolt action): 292ms
   
4. SVD (semi-auto): 323ms
   
5. LW3 Tundra (bolt-action): 334ms
   
6. Koshka (bolt action): 341ms
   
7. Locus (bolt action): 345ms
   
8. ZRG 20mm (bolt action): 359ms
   
9. Arctic .50 (semi-auto): 365ms
   

10.(tie) DL Q33 (bolt action): 369ms
10.(tie) NA-45 (bolt action): 369ms

1. Rytec AMR (semi-auto): 384ms
   
2. HDR (bolt action): 408ms
   

Now, some of you were rightfully unhappy with the Tundra's nerf putting it dead last without attachments, and wanted to see how it did with attachments. Well, the Serpent Wrap combined with the Tac laser cuts a third of its ADS time off, bringing it from dead last to fifth place! A respectable finish.
Once again, the top two places on our podium were filled by the XPR-50 and M21 EBR. But, they've swapped places this go around. The SVD and the Outlaw, too, have swapped positions, and the Arctic .50 has dropped from fifth down to ninth.
The NA-45, now tied with the classic DLQ, has dropped from sixth to tenth, and the DLQ itself has remained firmly where it was.
Here's the numbers, and now for my analysis: which of these is the best? The Tundra is this sub's favourite, but me personally? I'm going to go with the Outlaw as the best quickscoping sniper. As long as you can consistently hit upper chest shots, you'll be rocking all day long!
Thank you all for sticking with me for this one, hope you like it!

Ever since ive finally been able to understand what ive been doing for the past couple of years, and that there are other people who also maladaptive daydream ive gotten more confidence in what i want to do from here on out
Ive decided i want to continue maladaptive daydreaming? Why? As an artist it helps me devlop ideas way faster for ocs ive been wanting to create, it's also a coping mechanism obviously, and it also keeps me fit. I have managed to maintain my weight for the past couple of year due to how my i daydream (for example, some people pace, rock back and fourth, I run back and fourth in my room for the next 5 hours or more until i physically cannot anymore)
My only problem is figuring out HOW to control how long i daydream, i daydream way too long and it gets in the way of academics and what i want to also do because by the time i finish daydreaming it's already night, which is problematic.
My daydreaming is triggered by music, the moment i hear music i like and that appeals to some sort of repeating idea i have, i start pacing before i run up to my room and start sprinting around, how do i minimize this for when I have actual responsibilities without sacrificing music in its entirety?

Logan the bounty hunter was in a really bad mood.
It all started when the coffee machine stopped working. This wasn’t a rare occurrence; in fact, it was the third time this cycle, but this time his go-to solution (taking out and reinserting the star powder battery) didn’t fix it, and he was all out of ideas.
It’s not that the caffeine even did anything for him. The nanomachines in his system filtered out many sorts of potentially addictive or harmful substances, and for some reason this included caffeine, which is a fact he only realized after the seven-cycle refund period had passed.
Still, it was an old habit and an act of comfort that he sorely felt the absence of.
That was the first thing. The second thing was that his tracker had stopped working. In fact, his entire connection to the galactic wide web (gww) had gone down. Without the tracker, he couldn’t pinpoint the exact location of his current bounty—a low-class deathworlder wanted for kidnapping and trafficking—which kind of made his whole bounty hunting business difficult to do.
Oh, and his ship had crashed.
Damn thing was overdue for maintenance, and the autopilot had started malfunctioning while flying over a small dusty-brown planet. It had taken some careful manual maneuvering and some buffeting about in the planet’s whirlwind atmosphere, but eventually he had managed the miracle of walking away from a smoking and unsalvageable wreckage with only minor cuts and bruises.
Here he was now, trudging through the sandy windswept dunes of a planet that hadn’t even showed up on the map. Armed with little more than a spacesuit, a blaster, and an undying will. And wishing he’d had that cup of coffee (and wasn’t immune to caffeine).
Logan raised a hand to his eyes, peering through the thick glass of his visor. There was so much dust and sand swirling around that it made it quite hard to see where he was going, not that there were any landmarks in sight anyway. It looked scorching hot outside, though his spacesuit registered a cool 286 Kelvin for some reason. Likely another malfunction, one that he’d rather not put to the test.
On a planet like this, he supposed, everyone (if anyone was even here) probably lived under the surface where it was probably cooler and probably free from sandstorms. All he had to do was find the entrance to their underground tunnels among all this shifting sand.
The chance of that happening was, unfortunately, not very high. Still, Logan wasn’t panicking yet; he’d been through worse, he thought. He’d been through jungles teeming with 8-foot beetles. Survived massive hiveminds circling to entrap him, faced slippery slimes that reformed their bodies to resemble those he held dearest. Horrible learning experiences, those.
That being said, sometimes it’s the mundane problems that pose the greatest threats of all. Starvation, aching thirst, and a dwindling oxygen supply while wandering a barren desert. It wouldn’t be a glamorous way to go out, and Logan was wracking his brain for ideas.
Now would’ve been a good time to use his rescue beacon, if he had one. This would be his, what, 127th bounty? And until now, he’d never had to use a beacon. Stopped carrying one a dozen bounties ago. Maybe it was just luck, but things had always gone pretty smoothly, and maybe he’d gotten a little overconfident.
Logan knelt down and grasped at the ground, watching the little grains of sand sift through his gloved fingers. Those little specks seemed to shimmer and flicker, like a low quality hologram call. Otherwise, though, they seemed normal; surprisingly similar to the sand he remembered from Earth. It made sense that some things remained the same throughout the universe; it’s not like every planet could re-invent the periodic table, after all. Even aliens had to remain grounded in reality, however loosely.
He looked down. According to his suit’s display, he had a few hours of oxygen left. He’d been walking for a while now with nothing but the sands to show for it. He also had to pee. It was really going quite terribly.
“It looks like you’re doing quite terribly,” a voice said, velvety and welcoming. Logan jerked his head up, blinking rapidly in surprise.
Standing before him, with crossed arms and a smoldering look, was a lithe, dusky-furred humanoid. They—or she, judging by the feminine face—was wearing a long, thin shawl translucent enough to reveal a pair of twitching, swiveling ears and a questioningly arced tail, swaying in the wind.
The feline features were unmistakable. It was, by all accounts, a catgirl.
Mentally, Logan pumped his arm and jumped for joy. Just wait until the guys back at Earth heard about this! Many a novice pilot first set out for the stars with dreams of catgirls and other alien babes in mind, but thus far, most alien species had been decidedly strange and eerily-shaped, though this didn’t stop everyone from pursuing them. Outwardly, though, he nodded, and rasped, “I could use some help. Do you know about this thing called ‘oxygen’?”
The catgirl frowned. “Great way to say hi to a girl. But yes, you aren’t the first traveler to crash-land on Shaw Prime. Follow me.”
“Oh, great,” Logan said. How convenient. “Where to?”
“My people live underground, hidden from the elements within a complex system of—”
“Tunnels? I knew it.”
The catgirl turned around and whipped her tail against Logan’s leg. It kind of stung for a moment. “I don’t know what culture you come from, traveler, but in mine, it’s rude to interrupt someone while they’re speaking. Especially if they’re the host and you, the guest.”
Logan rubbed the back of his head (or tried to, but the spacesuit got in the way). “Sorry. Just got excited. Interrupting someone speaking is actually considered rude in my culture, too.”
“So you should’ve known better.” The catgirl harrumphed and started marching forward, waving her tail to signal him to follow. He shrugged and started trudging along behind her.
“So where am I, exactly? ‘Shoe Prime’ you said earlier, I think?”
“Shaw Prime,” she corrected. “A small sand planet on the outermost reaches of the nearest solar system. Quite uninhabitable for most, and all our visitors arrive unwillingly.”
“I see. It certainly feels inhospitable. And,” Logan said, jumping in place a couple times, “you’ve got decently strong gravity, though less than where I come from. You know, this feels like at least a minor deathworld to me.”
“The term ‘deathworld’ is new to me, but it does seem fitting enough.”
“Right. I’m guessing the Galactic Federation hasn’t gotten around to marking your planet yet. Actually, your planet didn’t even show up on my map; people might not even know that civilization exists here. Huh.” It would be the first time for Logan to discover a new species. He could report this back home, and hopefully get handsomely rewarded for it.
“The ‘Galactic Federation’? I haven’t heard that term before. What does it mean?”
“That’s the big alliance formed by all the space-faring species of the known universe. They’re basically responsible for everything, including first official contact with new species like yours.” Logan paused a moment. “Wait, you said I’m not the first traveler to land here, right? How have you not heard of the Galactic Federation before?”
The catgirl’s ears twitched, but she didn’t look back. “They must have neglected to mention it.”
“Weird. Surely someone must’ve mentioned it. The Federation’s got these rules for first contact, see, and—”
“We’re almost there.” The catgirl interrupted, glancing back at him with those smoky eyes. “The hidden entrance to the tunnels lies just ahead.”
Logan peered through his visor. Ahead of his guide’s slim figure, he saw nothing but more of the same brown hues. A sudden uneasiness prickled his skin. “Where? I don’t see anything.”
“If you could see it, it wouldn’t be very hidden, would it? Come on.”
She beckoned him forward, and a few paces later, stopped entirely. She crouched down and scrabbled at the sand a few times, revealing a circular wooden hatch buried under a thin layer of sand. It didn’t look that heavy, but she grunted and strained to lift it up with her paws, revealing a dark cavern down inside.
“In you go,” she said, pointing her tail at the hole.
Something about this didn’t sit right with Logan. Maybe it was the way her fur stood warily on end, the way her ears shivered every so often. Maybe it was the fact that his guide didn’t know about the Galactic Federation, yet seemed familiar enough with travelers to communicate with ease. Sure his universal translator helped, but that was only supposed to work with discovered species, not ones that had yet to be contacted and researched. Or maybe it was just that he didn’t like jumping into suspiciously dark holes in the ground.
There was also the fact that the temperature gauge in his suit was now measuring a chilly 270 Kelvin. A far cry from the heat suggested by the sun-baked sands he saw.
He had a guess where this was going, and he didn’t like it, not one bit.
“Say,” he said, conversationally. “I noticed your hologram flickering earlier. Think you need some maintenance.”
“What?” The catgirl said, raising a dusky eyebrow. “I don’t know what that is. Won’t you go inside?”
“I’m just saying. It’s a convincing show and all, promise, but once you’ve been in the biz long enough, you start noticing small details like flickering sand and mismatched temps.”
“Look at you. All the heat must’ve gone to your head.” She said, sidling up to him. There was a sudden yet subtle shift in her demeanor, so quick that he almost didn’t notice. Her eyes lowered, her tongue darted out to lick her nose, and she placed one foot in front of the other gracefully, retracing her own steps perfectly. She approached him, casually curling her tail around his leg, sending tingles up his spine.
“Poor, weary traveler. It must’ve been tough, sailing through space all on your own. Won’t you come inside and rest a while?” She purred, tugging him gently towards the open hatch. “Quickly, before the sand covers it again.”
He inched a hand towards the blaster hanging at his side, unmoved by the obvious act. “Does the word ‘gelatinous’ mean anything to you?”
Her eyes locked onto his hand, her tail going stiff behind her. “Not as such, no. Why don’t we discuss this inside? After you, of course.”
“Of course. I’ll be on my way, then.”
Logan said, shoving her away, leaping back, and unholstering his blaster, all in one practiced motion. She landed softly on all fours, hissed, then sprang at him, fast as lightning. He raised an arm to block, pulling up his blaster and aiming it at her center mass. At the same time, she skidded to an abrupt halt before him, half-crouching as one hand darted past his arm without a sound.
They both froze. Logan’s blaster trained on her torso, her claws nearly piercing his neck. It seemed they were at a deadlock.
Wait, Logan thought to himself. I have a spacesuit.
His fingers itched on the trigger, but in that same instant, he heard a small tearing sound as a single claw slipped through several layers of synthetic polymers, Kevlar, and silica fiber to rest itself pointedly against the actual skin of his neck. A small hissing sound indicated the oxygen leaking from the new hole in his suit.
“That’’s a sharp knife you’ve got.” He said, feeling his mouth drying up.
“It’s not a knife,” she said smugly, though her raised fur betrayed her wariness.
“Enough of these illusions, okay? I’ve seen through ‘em. We’re not in a desert, and you’re not a catgirl. I’ve met your kind before—shape-shifting, amorphous slimes, always taking the form of something I love. Usually it’s my late wife or a dear friend, but pretending to be a catgirl is taking it too far.” He sniffed.
She hmphed, and said, “You’re only half-right, outworlder.” She let out a trilling sound, and a moment later, the world flickered out of existence.
With the veil lifted, Logan could see the world for what it really was. Gone were the tan-brown desert and the shifting sands. In their place was a world of ash. White and grey specks drifted through a sunless sky, cold and desolate. Looking down, he saw that his feet were buried ankle-deep in the stuff. So the feeling of sand had been real, sort of. He wondered what it was made of.
Dreading what he would see, he raised his eyes once more, only to see the same catgirl shivering in her shawl before him.
“This is what I actually look like,” she said, pricking her claw against his neck. “Now how about dropping that gun and sticking your hands in the air?”
“So catgirls are real.” Logan wondered aloud, feeling hope swelling in his chest.
“I… guess?” She seemed uneasy about the way he looked at her. “So about that gun—"
“What is this place?” He asked, prodding his blaster against her stomach. “I’m pretty sure it looked like a desert world from outside. Don’t tell me you have some, some kind of planet-wide hologram going on. That would be… I don’t know, prohibitively expensive, and very concerning.”
“Yes,” she said, straight-faced. “The hologram covers the whole solar system, in fact. We are at the center of a powerful criminal empire spanning the galaxy. The white ash is made from cremating the corpses of all who have dared to oppose us, and soon you will join their ranks.”
“Woah, really?” Logan said, raising an eyebrow. They must deal in trafficking, then.
“No, I lied. Although, usually that gets a bigger reaction out of outworlders. Now come on, you can surrender now or wait until my backup gets here, and then it’ll get messy. You choose.”
“I think I’ll wait for more catgirls to show up, thanks.”
She hissed. “It’s your lucky day. Here they are now, actually.”
From behind mountains of ash, they plodded forwards. All varieties of colors, from dusky to snow-white to calico, but all sporting the same unmistakable ears and tails. Logan’s heart beat with excitement, until he noticed the strange metal tubes being pointed at him from all angles.
“Ah, am I correct in assuming that those are your planet’s version of blasters?”
The catgirl retracted her claw from his neck and nodded in confirmation. “They’ll blast a big hole right through you.” She stretched her arms and yawned wide, letting herself relax now that her reinforcements were here.
Logan dropped the blaster to his side. “Well, shit.” Surrounded by armed enemies on all sides, he had no choice but to obey.
It was then that he had a really stupid idea. One that would probably get him killed, but which would be really funny if it worked.
His blaster had a laser scope that shined a visible red dot on his target when toggled on. An attached laser pointer, in other words. If these catgirls were anything like the felines he knew on Earth…
Hell, it was worth a shot.
[To be continued? Or maybe not. I didn’t know how to end this, and I felt pretty silly writing it :c]

I can specify you the motherboard just have no idea how to access that one but I do have it in my memory: I've a Rog Maximus XI Hero, built it 5 years ago with the help of a friend and anyway the browsing experience is slow and loading screens which I think relate to more ram? My ram is weak that's the only thing I cheaped on my pc 5 years ago..
Anyway so when I go shopping online, how do I make sure the ram I buy fits into my pc?

(kind of a rant, kind of a confession. I didn’t know where to put it so I put it here. FYI, this is very long and it’s not funny like my other posts, but it is heartfelt and meaningful and I desperately want somebody to hear me.)
I suck at video games, there’s only a few games I can actually play. I can play Skyrim. I tried playing Oblivion and I gave up after 15 minutes because it was too complicated. I started playing it because my cousin liked it and I wanted to understand him.
I can play certain titles of Legend of Zelda; Ocarina, Twilight Princess, and Skyward Sword. But the minute I picked up Majora‘s Mask I tried for two days and couldn’t get past the second boss. My brothers played these games when I was a kid and I wanted to at least relate to them about something as an adult. I figured if I struggle through Zelda game, they could guide me through it and we could start talking.
The only board game that I truly enjoy is Settlers of Catan, and the only reason I enjoy it is because I actually know how to play it. I have learned how to play Castles. My entire family loves playing board games for hours and hours and hours and hours on end, so if I want to connect to them, I have to learn board games.
I’m also pretty sick at checkers…although I lose to my nine-year-old nephew very frequently (he’s very nice to me about it, he also likes to help me with algebra). I don’t mind checkers because my nephew is so much fun to play with and absolutely adorable. (Me: * genuinely trying my hardest and I lose again*. Him: “It’s OK auntie I’ll play for you next time!” Me: “… but we’re playing together.” Him: “ I know I’ll move your pieces for you but you’ll still be playing your side.”)
I can play poker .. JK no I can’t. I played it for a couple weeks one summer with my coworkers in my early 20s. I had some good memories with my coworkers sitting in the shade outside for four hours every afternoon, just playing poker and cracking jokes. But after that summer I never played it again until last summer when my brother and I had a rare moment of connection when he tried to teach it to me and I played dumb because I just was so happy to be sitting and talking with him without a screen between us and just wanted to prolong the moment.
So I’m gonna learn poker. I want to play with my brother.
In middle school I thought I could take a shot of playing basketball because I’m tall. My coach thought I would be a natural. The only thing I’m natural at is being clumsy. (Imagine that 6 feet tall in seventh grade and the worst player in the B team). Plus all the girls on the team were the popular tough girls and I was definitely not that. I tried again with the softball team, which was slightly better because I was forever in the left field and I never touched the ball. I actually had a couple good times with that, because the team girls were actually fun.
I think my parents thought that I just needed a confidence boost so they signed me up for the churches summer water ski team. Five years. It was absolute torture. I got up the first time that I skied and then fell over. Because the water scared me and I didn’t wanna do it. I refused to get up on the skis for the next five years, but my mother still forced me to do it thinking that I just needed to try harder. My parents both believed in the “throw the kid in the water to teach them how to swim” method of teaching, but for some reason that didn’t work with me like it did my brothers. They found me annoying, stubborn and baffling. I didn’t relate to any of the people there because they were all different than me, plus my two popular brothers either ignored or bullied the fuck out of me to make themselves look good , and I only got along with the few “slutty, poor non-Church kids” that were sponsored on the team 🤣.
I’ve tried watching football and hockey and baseball and basketball and golf with my roommates and all I do is just talk the entire time and piss them off so I end up staying in the basement like a troll. Because I don’t get it. Why are we watching this?
My sister-in-law who is a popular book smart blonde pretty girl from the country tried to “cure me” of my disdain for sports by forcing me to sit down and watch the Super Bowl with her 10 years ago. She never tried again.
I live in Minnesota and people talk about the twins games, and my roommate took me to the twins game a couple months ago … I enjoyed it because it’s a new experience and it’s a very nice arena. Still, Kind of boring though. I ended up cracking jokes the entire game to pass the time. I randomly ran into a friend of mine though so that was OK. But I do think my roommate was kind of annoyed. Apparently, I talk too much. The only reason I went is because I feel like I need to try and connect more with my roommate. (And also to check out the players butts (God bless baseball pants).)
You get it right you see what I’m trying to say here? Competition in general just is not my thing. I don’t feel competitive. I don’t like competing. I think it’s pointless and stupid. I don’t see the point of trying to learn a game for no reason. It’s a waste of time unless the goal is social togetherness and closeness, but so far in my experience, the only thing that’s accomplished socially is rage and hats being thrown on the grass, fights happening left and right. The only other reason competition is OK is if you’re trying to save somebody or you have to accomplish a job.
So for me, I like to sit around and talk to people, but I’m socially awkward because of the family I grew up in so I feel like I’m learning how to talk again. I find that I desperately need my introvert time simply because of the way I was raised, even though I’m naturally an extrovert. But a lot of people find me to be too much. That’s why I love crazy wild insane people who don’t fit in. I understand them. I’m comfortable around the ones that nobody else understands. I see the ones people don’t want. I serve the ones the world looks over. I find it’s possible to relate to the ones everyone else says is impossible to relate to.
I also am the one who is always doing whatever everybody else wants to do in order to just relate to them because sometimes conversations are difficult for me because I’m not interested in most stuff that other people are interested in. I’m only interested in the arts really. I always thought I was autistic because of this, but I don’t think I am. I’m getting tested on Tuesday lol.
(honestly if the test results come back and I turned out to be autistic, it’s not gonna comfort me. I’m going to cry for days. I’ve worked so hard to fit in, but I’ve never belonged. It would be just a confirmation that I’m just an incurable weirdo like I was told my whole life).
But just once I would like to stop being that person whom is always reaching out and doing whatever everybody else wants. You know what I like to do? I like to dance. I want somebody to go to the club with me. I like to entertain on stage and perform for people. I like to teach and help guide young people and those with special needs. Even though the entertainment industry is going down the drain and movies are no longer special…I still love the idea of making movies. I have stories to tell. I like to go to the art museum and just walk around for the entire day and draw. I like studying psychology, anthropology, and religion. I believe strongly in women’s rights, and think that it’s important to raise up the poor and marginalized. I want to go to the homeless shelter and serve there. I fucking fucking fucking love writing stories, and want to draw a graphic novel someday. I want to teach kids how to make art write their stories, and bridge gaps between the disciplines, especially the ones with sports and art. I’m passionate about teaching people to relate to each other instead of bullying each other.
Siderant: I have deep compassion for those with special needs because they are so ignored by so many people. They’re so so so so so DEEPLY valuable to the health of a society. So incredibly valuable. I’ve seen crime people give up murderous intentions for the sake of caring for somebody with special needs. I’ve seen shy people come out of their shells because somebody with special needs brought it out of them. I’ve seen broken people heal through service and relationships with people with special needs. I’ve seen arrogant and proud people humble themselves through loving and serving somebody with special needs, and I’ve seen humble people build up their confidence and strength by working and loving those special needs. I’ve seen self-conscious high school students go from ignoring and mocking the sped kids to becoming selfless and hard-working friends with them. Service of sped people can literally cure wars, I work in a gang-ridden ghetto community and I’ve seen it firsthand. They honestly should be at the forefront of much of society. Not greed and money and power. The people who no one else wants to see needs to be the ones everyone sees. I really really, really believe that.
But how many people want to do what I want to do I’ve always had to do what they want. I don’t really know how to do human.

When it comes to weight loss, many people hope for targeted solutions—like losing excess weight, specifically from their feet. However, the concept of spot reduction, or losing fat in one targeted area, is largely debunked by scientific evidence(1).
Here's why the idea of losing weight in your feet doesn't hold up and what you can actually do to manage weight effectively.
❓Is spot reduction real?
Experts say that it is impossible to lose weight in one particular spot, as it is not how that process works. Numerous studies show that performing local exercises focused on one particular part of the body is not effective at reducing the fat in that area but is successful as an overall weight loss tool (7,3,5). Health experts and dietitians universally agree that spot reduction is a myth. Effective weight loss occurs uniformly across the body, depending on one's genetic predisposition and overall body composition.
⁉️ How do you lose weight effectively?
If you're looking to reduce the size of your feet by losing weight, focusing on overall body health is key. Here are some strategies that can help:

• To lose weight, consume fewer calories than you burn. This can be achieved through diet, exercise, or a combination of both (8).
• Incorporate a mix of cardio, strength training, and flexibility exercises to maximize fat loss and muscle gain, leading to a more toned body.
• Drinking plenty of water is essential for metabolism and helps prevent overeating.

❗Some practical tips on exercising

• Even if you lead a sedentary lifestyle, increasing daily activities like walking for 30 minutes can make a significant difference (4).
• Find physical activities you enjoy to ensure consistency. Whether it’s swimming, cycling, or group sports, enjoying your workouts is key to long-term success.
• Establishing a routine helps maintain a regular exercise schedule, which is crucial for sustained weight loss.

So, while you cannot lose weight specifically in your feet alone, focusing on general weight loss and maintaining a healthy lifestyle will lead to noticeable changes across your entire body, including possibly slimmer feet as part of an overall reduction in body fat. By adopting comprehensive, sustainable lifestyle changes, you're more likely to see lasting results not just in one area but body-wide.
Have you ever tried losing weight in one area? Share your experience in the comments!👇

Gonna start basing some minis soon but can't decide on what to do. Any ideas on what theme to use that fit with the Craftworlds (specifically Yme-Loc if that makes a difference) and Fire Dragons?

For started the reason I chose psychology was because it was something I’ve always loved growing up, I enjoyed the idea of being able to figure someone out and analyze them and their brain. I have taken a upper level forensic psych class my 2nd semester of my freshman year and I was very good and loved it which it hit me that I should work with “troubled” youth because its who I was friends with growing up and it was because I have always been open minded to every walk of life. People have always trusted me even without me saying a word and knowing I made someone feel that safe just being there I knew I needed to do something helping people. So, I met with my professor for said forensic psych class and I explained to her everything about how I am dealing with others traumas and how people seem to confide in me without me saying a word so she told me with the love I have and passion for psych I could do forensic psych path and work at advocacy centers and then we hit forensic interviewing and I thought it was perfect. From there on since I had left her office I was excited to have finally found something to look to and feel like it fit me and made sense or so I thought up until recently.
I started working at my mothers job a clinic and all I did was scan paperwork and help write referrals and then they realized they needed more people and so they looked at me and said “you learn quick and work fast and are a hard worker, do you think you could learn if we taught you to be an MA?” (Medical Assistant) and I agreed because I mean maybe it’s something I could fall back on if I end up not liking psychology for some reason. And health was always my backup plan if I wanted to change majors! So now working at the clinic and being trained by an MA and seeing how it works I realize I might enjoy that sort of career too. I’m now at a point where I’m think of how psychology in order to do the sort of things I’d like to do I would need a Masters or a PsyD for which I planned for but then after putting scrubs on and learning all I have learned as of now the backup plan I had of taking the steps to become a RN (Registered Nurse) just in case I didn’t want to do psych have become a new love for me I don’t know what to do. Because I love both and I know I would do amazing in both and I’ve heard from people in those fields I’d do amazing in them I’m lost. Is there something I could do that involves all three? Nursing, Psychology and, Criminal Justice?
I grew up loving psychology and the idea of analyzing someone from the inside out but I also grew up being at the hospital with family, always being the first there and helping the nurses anyway I could, even if someone needed care at home I’d always be there. Or being at the hospital and learning so much from all the times I was there with family I was able to explain what the doctor or nurse was trying to explain because all those years I learned so much medical terms. And criminal justice with the idea of being in law enforcement and once again helping people? There the three things that have never left my mind and I’m at a cross road at what I should do as I love all three :( so I thought maybe I could finish my psych major with minor in criminal justice and continue to train at the clinic so I could eventually get certification and work my way up from there and eventually get to RN and work in a hospital with kids because they like me as I said previously and help them get through things. Or if we had a case with a kid who had to deal with something a kid should never have to experience such as SA, abuse,etc or something of the sort, I can help them with psych and CJ such as using techniques I’ve learned to help cope with things like that and help find proper resources for their situation. I’m not sure where I should go with those three paths and I’m looking for any advice or a career that can include all three or even if my plan I explained could work.
Anything helps :)

one-shot
Xavier Vincent was a man born in the wrong era, he would have fit in perfectly a millennia ago in a frontier city during the gold rush in the old Wild West. Instead luck would have him born just in time to see the first Human colonists leaving good old Terra for parts unknown. He sold all he had for a ticket on a long range colony ship, strapped his great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather's six shooter to his hip and brought his horse on the long cryo sleep...
Then a century later his ship was stopped by a Terran alliance vessel, as it turns out Humanity found several species who helped them breech the technological gap and faster than light travel was achieved in a fraction of what scientists had expected. Vincent was crestfallen when he arrived at his planet of destination, it was an old vibrant city and not a barely functioning colony like he had hoped. Once more the times had played him a bad hand but he refused to give up and boarded a shuttle for the further planetoid in the system where a small farming city of Silos, vaguely Elf like humanoids, were living a simple life.
It's on the outskirts of the small city, a village really, called “Tranquility” where Vincent lay, crushed under the carcass of his horse Betty, bleeding to death.
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Shot to death by pirates, bandits by any other name... Not sure if this is the worse way I could have died or the best. A few hours ago a group of twenty had shown to the outpost Vincent called home, they had asked him for his horse and weapons, made it clear that while worded politely it was very much an ultimatum. He had drawn his gun and shot two of them dead before their leader blew Betty and him up. The bandits cursed a storm and one of them moved in to finish him off.
“No.” Said their leader. “Leave him to die a slow death, I want him to know that because of his actions the city will burn, we wanted to have a bit of fun but you killed our good friends, that demands retribution.” He moved in close and whispered the last part in Vincent's ear. “I hope you live long enough to see the flames from here.”
He wished he could say something, move a muscle, spit in his face, something, anything but his sight was becoming hazy and his eyes began to close...
***
Vincent woke up, still under his horse, still bleeding to death but otherwise feeling fine.
“What are you?” The interrogation seemed to come from the wind itself rather than be carried by it.
“Dying.”
“More specifically.”
“... Bleeding to death I guess?”
“Species!” The voice sounded annoyed.
“Human and who or what might you be friend?”
A dust devil appeared in front of Vincent and coalesced into a creature that looked like a Silos if it was made of wind and sand. “I'm a Demon from these part, I own many souls but not a Human one, care to make a deal?” The apparition looked over his shoulder.“You don't mind right?”
Vincent followed his line of sight and saw a skeletal figure wearing a black cloak, sitting on a folding chair reading a book. Death made a dismissive gesture and muttered something about “FREE WILL” and kept on reading.
Vincent raised an eyebrow but didn't give it more thought, he had an idea and more importantly a village to save. “Bring me and Betty back with bodies that can't die, once I stop the bandits my soul is yours.” The demon smiled and was about to lay his hand on him and Betty when Vincent stopped him, he seemed to have remembered something. “Oh yes, they have a long head start by now and even on her best day Betty could never catch up in time, make her as swift as the wind and make sure she can't tire.” Death raised his head at this and for a moment was about to say something but he caught the look on Vincent's eyes, grinned and returned to his book. “Fine.” Then the creature touched both Vincent and his horse.
***
Lady Slenas, mayor of Tranquility, was holed up in her resident with the rest of the folk as Torien and his pirates destroyed everything in sight, they claimed Old Man Vincent had killed two of their numbers and they would now pay the price, Slenas thoughts went to the old Human. He had moved in a few months ago to the further outpost still technically within city limits and spent any free time he had ridding his beast of burden at speeds most sentient species would deem unsafe. Most of the able body men where working in the fields and would not be back in time to be of any help. Wished you had killed a few more you old weirdo.
She was getting ready to arm the women and children when an unnatural mist rolled into town. The pirates stopped what they were doing and looked around in shocked confusion, then shots came from the mist. The other women and children had no idea what was happening but Lady Slenas recognized the sound of “Big Iron” Old Man Vincent's archaic weapon.
As screams and explosions echoed throughout the city Torien was terrified, he had heard the weapon a few hours ago but the owner of said weapon was very much past saving when he had left him. It can't be him! He's dead, he has to be! The mist began to lift and Torien felt better every passing second, until he noticed he was the only member of his groups still standing.
“Shouldn't have done that friend, shouldn't have gone after the good folk of Tranquility.” The mist hadn't lifted as he had hoped, Torien watched with mounting horror as the mist gathered into the shape of the man he had killed earlier, he was still mounted on his strange beast and as the monstrosity drew it's weapon from it's holster faster than it should be possible, Torien heard more than felt the bullet that ended his life.
***
Lady Slenas had many questions, that is until a dust devil formed next to the phantasmal Human. He made a deal with a Demon, for us. She felt relief and sorrow and then her relief turned to guilt...
“Time to go, we had a deal.”
“I reckon you're right.” Old Man Vincent tipped his hat in the direction of Lady Slenas and reared his horse on it's hind legs and grinned.
“You'll have to catch me first though!” At which point he rode off like the wind, literally.
The people of Tranquility were shocked but not as shocked as the Demon who hesitated just long enough for Vincent to gain an insurmountable head-start.
From this point on, on days of heavy rain or when mist would roam the land, the sound of hooves could be heard accompanied by the of laughter of the damned, a rider running for his very soul, a dead-man... Having the time of life...
End.

Hi, im quite new in here, but I remember watching a campaign from CR and I'm trying to find out which one it was T.T I remember they were in a kitchen fighting a boss that looked like a ball and it had a loooot of "buttholes" and a rogue used a strike/dash to go inside the boss, and he eventually got pulled out :D
The party also had a very religious cleric and a goblin? that was way to big and barely fit in his little tree house..
Anyone has any idea what campaign/episode im talking about QQ ?
Thanks in advance and sorry =)

Hello! I'm in a bit of a pickle. I'm still coming into my practice, but I'd like to start incorporating worship in my day to day. I work in the airline industry below-wing as a ramp agent. Basically I help bring in and then send out planes, load bags, and do some other physical labor work.
I've been trying to find the right patron (in the 'as it relates to my job' way) to venerate and make offerings to during my work. But I'm not sure how best to approach it. Here has been my thought process:
Zeus: I like the obvious imagery of him, As he relates to the sky; focusing on his role as Zeus Xenios (for the safety of the passengers) or Zeus Euanemos (favorable winds for safe passage of the plane).
Hermes: I dont know if i could consider my work a trade or athletics , but i relate to Hermes as Hermes Poneomenos (Busy one, I'm always busy haha) and he fits similar roles with travelers.
I'm not sure, it's also more than probably appropriate to venerate more than one in this capacity. I've even thought of viewing planes like ships in this regard and leaning into posidon or a lesser God of safe sea travels of some kind. Any ideas?