The mental health system is a game. Play their little game to get them off your back. All you have to do is say as little as possible, basically gray rock them like you would with a narcissist and don’t give them anything they can use against you. It’s like talking to a cop. Avoid talking to them if possible but if you have to, tell them as little as possible. Don’t say anything interesting or tell them any intimate details about your life. Keep it boring and simple. Don’t accept any drugs, just say no. These are predators.
They are looking for a weakness to exploit. That’s all that they are about. They are there to “help” you only up until the point where you can be used to dispense drugs to, extract money from or exploit, aka drugs that are effectively actually just torture devices. They are evil sadists who are the real “ableists” preying on those of us who are already rejected in society in some way or part of some type of marginalized personhood or abused by our own families.
These people are the real menaces of society. They are narcissists who are basically just deflecting and projecting their own negative traits onto their victims (I mean “patients”). They paint us like we are the enemy so that they can more easily manipulate everyone into giving them power. If they paint us as an enemy or menace to society then they can more easily justify it to themselves and others what they do to us, even though they are the real enemy in the dynamic. It’s basically organized narcissistic abuse that’s also conveniently legal. It’s effectively legal and sanctioned smear campaigning and abuse, and in some ways, they have even made it illegal for us to possess, own or operate a gun.
They keep the general population on board by bending and omitting truths as well as through harboring ignorance. That’s how they stay in control. This is only one appendage of a larger system. Once you become a critical thinker, you become a threat to the status quo so they have to drug you. That’s their thought process. Once you want to unalive yourself because you no longer want to take part in the rat race, they have to stop you, because if you’re dead then they can no longer exploit you for labor.
The psych system is about stripping liberties from vulnerable individuals. It does this in a very calculated way. It uses the false pretense that these people are here to “help” you or your family, friends and loved ones. They are not. They are here to uphold the system. They are here reinforce inequalities and harmful social constructs. It’s about making you uncomfortable until you give up. It’s about snuffing out your flame.
They are there to perpetuate the status quo. They do not care about you. They care about upholding the system by whatever means necessary, including electrocuting your brain, drugging you, imprisoning you, torturing you, kidnapping you, etc until you beg for mercy. Then, you will be so afraid to go through all of that again that you will become silent and subservient.
The goal is to scare you into submission. I hope you won’t fall for it. The only way to get out of the wards is to be obedient and accept their drugs. You won’t appreciate it later, you will be left feeling coerced and violated because they made you do something against your will in order to buy back what little freedom or rights you had left. You will leave traumatized and scared, which may tempt you to go back to these psychs for “therapy” or help working through your trauma, so that they can then trap and torture you again.
The reality is that there is no actual help out there for mental health. You have to figure it out on your own. These people don’t care about you. They care about keeping the status quo, themselves and money. It’s about silencing the brilliant. It’s literally just an arm of oppression made to keep certain individuals silenced and ignored. They want people to never take you seriously again because you are a threat to expose the ultra wealthy and anyone else with an agenda— which can be your own family or another abusive person/people in your life.
The problem is, people with power often use psychiatry as a way to conveniently gag, shun and gaslight anyone who they see as a threat to their status and psychs just let them do it. They never side with the patient because the patients cannot be trusted as long as someone thinks there is something wrong with their mental clarity and/or one person has more money than the other. It’s not about finding truth or looking for actual concrete evidence of insanity. Nope, they just go off of what the patient or the people in their life have to say.
Not even in a court of law would this make sense unless it’s mental health court, because you see, psychs have corrupted the legal system as well. He said she said cases rarely get any kind of legal traction. They may not even be given a police report, but in the mental health world, you can get a person committed on a 72 hour psych hold with nothing to show for it but your word.

Ive never had trouble finding a job, up to my early 20s i took on retail and restaurant supervisory/managerial roles i never applied for but was quickly promoted to. I'm not trying to be cocky in any way, but I'm generally good with people and have literally never gone through an interview sequence and not landed the job.
That was up to 2012 at the start of my college career, I had a job going into it but had to work full time so college was slow for me, but all the same Ive consistently done freelance IT work since around then, everything from small office network design to system builds and streamlining (cost reducing) upgrade paths.
In my last semester of my junior year I quit school to start a company with someone that had previously been an investor for a smaller project. We killed it, made incredible money for a startup, gained numerous international clients, grew to an organic following of over 200k...and then covid hit. My father lost half his hours, our company sales tanked from the travel restrictions, and we had a buyer interested in a total asset transfer sale... so we pulled the trigger and sold the company, it was the right choice, it died in his hands in the years following from lack of effort and a severely reduced interest in the market.
In the time since, I've passed my CompTIA A+, Network+, numerous free certs, am working on my security+ which is indicated in my resume...
And yet after 165 resume submissions and literally applying to every listed open position within 40 miles which on paper I should easily qualify for, I have received precisely zero callbacks, just two obvious RTS rejections. I get I've never worked in a corporate role before but this is baffling, I have an easy ten plus years of pc tech knowledge and run circles around personal friends that are employed sysadmins, and yet i cant even get into an interview for the most basic help desk job that pays less than the local taco bell. I truly dont get it, in college I had job offers coming to me simply because I stated I had built pc's and it was on my linkedin, now with ten years experience that spans all the major operating systems and numerous hardware platforms along with extensive b2b experience from running a company I cant even score an interview for an entry level help desk job?!?!
Like...I want to be mad, but Im more confused than anything. Hell, Ive even seen jobs i applied for that i was overqualified for but got no response...repost the listing days later. What the heck is up with the current job market?!?! I know Ive been out of the job search for over 10 years, but this is insane, it feels like actual qualifications are entirely irrelevant and people hire off the few with correctly tailored keywords that manage to hack their way past the initial filters.
With 165 resumes, 40+ were physical ones, of the remaining 125 I legitimately have doubts a single actual human saw them even once. Am I just old and jaded, or is the current job market and hunt process just really this messed up?

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I'm a 19 Indian Male who's in college. I'm part of a club and we had a mandatory meeting( I hold a pretty important leadership position but not like the president). In the room for the meeting, there are like 80 seats and our club has around 25-30 members. When I entered the room most of the seats were still open and I chose to sit in the middle of one of the rows. This drop-dead gorgeous southern belle, she was a new member that I've never seen, decides to sit right next to me despite all the open seats. Also, the way this lecture hall is made up when you sit next to someone you're coupled into two seats connected to one so you're quite close to who you're sitting to. We have some icebreakers and me and I start talking to each other. The moment we turned and made eye contact it felt like love at first sight(the intensity of the stare was insane esp since we were in a classroom with other people). It also didn't help like her eyes were like a hypnotizing blue. We talk and introduce ourselves and during the introduction we turn next to each other and maintained eye contact the entire time damn near. Like 20-30-second periods of uninterrupted eye contact. I was hitting her with a smolder ngl and she was just elated. Like her pupils were talking. Also, her body language got closer to me to focus on what I was saying, she started fluttering her eyelids when I was talking to her while tilting her chin and it looked pretty fucking hot and submissive. She then laughs at something I said that wasn't really a joke just a blonde mistake on her part and she then slaps my bicep playfully while laughing. I'm a funny guy but that joke wasn't funny. Keep in mind never met her, and all of this quickly happened by just making eye contact with her. Valentine's Day was next week and next week's meeting was getting canceled she asked me about it because I just led an activity in front of the club and assumed I knew about it from my position. She asked me why we weren't having a meeting and idk if that question was her playing dumb to get me to ask her on a date, and perhaps a valentines date so she had plans. I didn't pay it any mind and went on with my night because this type of behavior from hot women is kinda of common in college. She was an in-person 11/10 so that's why I'm questioning it. Also been deathly sick so been out of the game for a bit. Did I fumble? I'm kinda King Fumble in the past

https://arxiv.archeota.org/cs - you can see daily arXiv submissions which are presented (hopefully) in a cleaner way than originally. You can peek into table of contents and filter based on tags. I'll be very happy if you could provide me with feedback and what could you help further when it comes to staying on top of literature in your field.
My (north star) goal is to build a tool that could help you on a personalized basis to stay on top with your literature and research.

School teacher in a state government school. Trying to apply for a normal passport. I get a popup saying government employees must submit "NOC/PIL/IC".
(No objection certificate, Prior Information Letter, or Identity certificate)
After selecting NOC in the form and submitting the form, I have an option to submit NOC/PIL/IC. In this section, there are 3 buttons but 2 are greyed out (NOC, PIL). I can only submit the Identity Certificate (IC).
However, IC is only issued to Tibetian Refugees apparently. Can someone please help me out here? How to submit the NOC? The option is greyed out.
P.S. I tried submitting the form twice, and made sure to choose correctly, and choose the "NOC" option. Still the only available choice is IC submission. NOC is greyed out.

The System of Satan is also known as the Devil, works to oppose God and deceive humanity. This is concept is derived from various passages in the Bible and interpretations by theologians over centuries. What I see the System of Satan is a list of elements commonly associated: 1. Deception. Satan is often referred to as the Father of lies. Deception is a key strategy, leading people away from the Truth of God and into falsehood. Read John 8:44.

1. Temptation. Satan tempts individuals to sin, as seen in the story of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden and the temptation of Jesus in the wilderness. Read Genesis 3 whole page and Matthew 4:1-11.
   
2. Accusation. Satan is described as the “Accuser of the Brethren”, constantly accusing believers before God and fostering guilt and condemnation. Read Revelation 12:10.
   
3. Persecution. Throughout history, Satan is believed to inspired the persecution of Christians and the suppression of the Gospel. Do not trust them, only you can trust is the Word of God so go read Bible for real.
   
4. False Religions and Idolatry. Satan is seen as promoting false religions and idolatry to divert worship away from the true God. Read 1 Corinthians 10:20.
   
5. Worldly Systems known as System of Satan. The Bible suggests that Satan has significant influence over worldly systems and governments, often described as the God of this World and the Prince of the Power of the Air. Read 2 Corinthians 4:4 and Ephesians 2:2.
   
6. Moral Corruption. Encouraging moral decay and ethical compromise in individuals and societies is another aspect of Satan’s influence.
   
7. Demonic Activity. Involvement of demonic forces in afflicting individuals, promoting evil, and resisting the work of God. Read Ephesians 6:12.
   
8. Spiritual Blindness. Blinding people to the Truth of the Gospel and keeping them in spiritual darkness. Read 2 Corinthians 4:4.
   
9. False Teachers and Doctrines. Promoting false teachings and heresies within the education to lead believers astray. This also applied to the public and private school. Read 2 Peter 2:1 and 1 Timothy 4:1.
   
10. Division. Sowing discord and division among believers to weaken the unity of the Bible. Romans 16:17-18.
    
11. Pride. This is one of top dangerous sin. Encouraging pride and self-exaltation, as seen in Satan’s own fall and in the temptation of individuals. Read Isaiah 14:12-15.
    

It is important that these concepts are interpretation and teaching derived from various parts of Bible and different Christian traditions might emphasize different aspects of Satan’s work.
How do we avoiding to being member of the System of Satan? This will help you to avoid falling into Satan’s traps according to my experience. Yes, I sin more than all of you, so that is why I want to help you to understand and avoid falling into Satan’s traps. Read Ecclesiastes 7:25.
You must faith in Jesus Christ, because he is the one who has paid his red blood and flesh to cleanse your sins. Central to the believers belief is faith in Jesus Christ as your Lord or King(the better word) and Savior. The best is to accepting Jesus and His sacrifice for sin is foundational. Read John 3:16 and Romans 10:9-10.
Study the Bible. If you don’t read the Bible then you are Stupid one. Ecclesiastes 2:16 explain, “How will the Wise One die? Along with the Stupid one.” I don’t want to be part of your Stupid, but I want to share my wisdom to help you grow wisdom. The more you earn wisdom the better. If you regular reading and studying of the Bible help you understand God’s Truth and recognize falsehood. Read 2 Timothy 3:16-17 and Psalm 119:105.
Try to pray. If you keep maintaining a consistent prayer life keeps believers connected to God, seeking His guidance and strength. Read 1 Thessalonians 5:17 and Philippians 4:6-7.
Community and Fellowship, being part of a society and the student study bible community provides support accountability, and encouragement. Read Hebrew 10:24-25 and Acts 2:42.
Living a Righteous Life, striving to life according to God’s commandments and principles helps guard against sinful behaviors and influences. Read 1 Peter 1:14-16. Galatians 5:22-23.
Spiritual Discernment, developing discernment through the Holy Spirit helps believers distinguish between truth and deception. Read 1 John 4:1 and Philippians 1:9-10.
Avoiding Temptation, being mindful of situations and environments that lead to temptation and avoiding them when possible. Read Matthew 26:41 and 1 Corinthians 10:13.
Renewing the Mind, transforming one’s thoughts and attitudes through God’s Word helps resist conforming to Worldly values. Read Romans 12:2 and Ephesians 4:22-24.
Wearing the Armor of God, in Ephesians 6:10-18 describes the Armor of God, A metaphor for spiritual defenses against Satan’s schemes, including Truth, Righteousness, Faith, Salvation, the Word of God, and prayer.
Resisting the Devil, actively resisting Satan and his influences is essential. James 4:7 stated “Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the Devil, and he will flee from you.”
Confession and Repentance, regularly confessing sins and seeking God’s forgiveness helps maintain a right relationship with Him. Read 1 John 1:9 and Acts 3:19.
Be the Witness, sharing the Gospel and living out one’s faith publicly helps spread God’s Truth and counters Satan’s deception. Read Matthew 28:19-20 and 1 Peter 3:15. By focusing on these principles, Christians believe they can guard themselves against becoming part of the System of Satan and live a life that honors and glorifies God.
If you truly want to avoid the System of Satan, to be honest I am truly sorry for anyone for being blind to the Truth. In my perceptive of the System of Satan. If you don’t want to be hurt feel, I would say to you to the best to become Amish known as the Old Order that is a group of traditionalist Anabaptist Christian. They are still remaining in maintain a degree of separation from surrounding populations and hold their faith in common. They are known for simple living, plain dress, Christian pacifism and slowness to adopt many convinces of modern technology. The Amish value rural life, manual labor, humility and submission to God’s will. Be like them. Go melting all Weapon such as guns into a farm equipment.
The most important is we must follow the Ten Commandments. Who told you that Ten Commandment is no longer applied to you as Human?
You must not be involved to take part in an activity or event or be connect with in some way to get involved in these lists below.
The Form of Government by the human along with Satan. You aint God. You are human the same as I am.
Money. You cannot serve two masters. Yet you better pay tax no matter what, because the money cannot be appropriate if it belongs to others or to other families.
Do not worship the Celebrity such as the movies, Hollywood, tv series. They growing us become stupid and stupider.
Internet War. Such as be one of toxicity community. Applied to video game when you raging over something.
Joining Military. Applied to Enforcement Law such as police. For the kills. We no honor for their death served in the Military.
That is why I can go add on, but this is enough for you to understand the concept of the System of Satan. If you have a question for me, let me know.

Well, Hi all! again! 4Th Wall here, I figured since I just got power back, I might as well play some catch up on both series. Hope you enjoy this episode!!
Yup, I fucked that up. This is a repost with the correct Episode number, LOL! It's been a while since I've done that.
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Benjamin smiled, watching the girls skip ahead of him. Today was a testing day of sorts for him. Unwilling to release firearms into this world haphazardly, yet unwilling to go without them as a backup; he had pulled from one of his sister’s favorite video games. He had “melted down” his bowie knife, repurposing the metal to be used in his latest creation. The final product rode on his hip like a short sword, but Ben was satisfied in the design when the vast majority of the people he passed ignored it as just another adventurer’s blade. Benjamin hoped, that with the existence of Majik, that he would be able to pass off any… peculiarities... as the realm of the supernatural.

The three of them arrived at the tailor’s establishment, and the girls were met with a customary indifference that seemed to present itself when a slave’s “master” was present. The moment Benjamin entered, the seamstress ceased to pay attention to the girls, and instead addressed him directly, “Ah, The Forgemaster’s Protégé. What can I do for you this day.” She said cooly, bowing slightly in welcome. “I’m here commission some clothing for these two, a reward for good service.” Benjamin began. It was technically true; the success of the forge had afforded him much more coin than a mere apprentice could have made. Qort had taken him on as a true partner, and Benjamin earned enough to comfortably afford to cloth his “slaves” in whatever he chose.

Some stigma’s remained however, and the seamstress seemed to glare sideways at the girls as they perused the fabrics adorning the walls. “Is that wise? A slave could lose her place with such gifts.” she asked, her polite tone barely hiding her disapproval. Benjamin sighed internally, ‘oh for fucks sake’ he groaned in his own mind before putting on facad, “I find that proper reward, afforded on the right servant can result in” he paused, projecting a smug expression and blatantly looking the girls up and down. “a profound dedication to their duties” he finished with a satisfied smile as the seamstress covered her mouth with a hand to hide a smile of her own. The gambit worked, and the Seamstress was obviously satisfied that the “Aereesen slave whores” were being properly “used”. “Ah, I understand. What did you have in mind for them.” She practically moaned back at Benjamin. ‘This hag needs a good pounding….’ Benjamin’s inner monologue threatened to crack his facade, “That’s the fun part, my good lady. It’s their choice. The surprise is half the excitement.” He chuckled.

The seamstress openly smiled at him this time before nodding and stepping over to the two girls. Benjamin breathed a sigh of relief as she seemed to treat them at least marginally more warmly. The old racist bag didn’t need to know that Benjamin was secretly building a small nest egg for his girls, or that his sending them out to do errands for him was how he was teaching them about money, value, and the application of Mathematics. She also didn’t need to know that the full Cutlery set that she had purchased last week had been made by Vi’s own hand as her first full solo commission set. Benjamin had stamped his “mark” on them, because slaves were not allowed to own anything, including their own work; but Vi had begun with raw steel and finished with one of the finest cooking knife sets he had seen in this world or his.

Benjamin settled onto a bench outside, using the excuse of wanting to enjoy the morning air to afford his girls some privacy. Now that Viola and Valtrya were eating a healthy diet, and the right calorie amount; they had blossomed into absolute bombshells. Their hair had recovered, and both sported long flowing locks that boasted a silky satin black color and texture that betrayed hints of deep royal purple. The color reminded Benjamin of one of those expensive custom car paints that changed color depending on the lighting.

Their skin recovered almost as quickly as their hair. The sickly, scabbed look was quickly replaced with the same satin quality as their hair to the touch, but with a light grey coloring that almost seemed to tease the edge of hinting at a greyish purple. A dense pattern of Small freckles of the same dark, almost royal, purple as the highlights in their hair frolicked on both girl’s cheeks, and down the sides of their necks. Because of their early lack of understanding on modestly, Ben knew that those freckles traveled much further. The sad truth was that Benjamin understood fully why Aereesen’s were the prize of slavers and brothels, and he silently prayed that he could give them enough self-worth and skill to have a better life than that, once he got them out of the Principality.

A door’s soft creaking broke Benjamin from his thoughts as the two sisters stepped out smiling, “Get everything you need?” he asked standing as the three of them departed the establishment. Val nodded vigorously, and Vi smiled as she spoke, “I think so, but I had to practically beg the woman to stop showing us lingerie… what did you tell her?” Benjamin felt his cheeks heat as he responded, “What I had to. The old hag doesn’t get enough at home. It’s not my fault that your ‘enthusiasm’ is in the forge and your studies, not between the sheets. I didn’t lie to her, I just let her draw her own conclusions, sorry.”

Vi’s eyes twinkled for a second, “Oh,” She smirked, “Thaaat’s why she broke out the silk. Some of her options were..” She blatantly bit her lip at Benjamin. “You didn’t…” He asked in shock, and Vi lifted up on her tippy toes to brush her lips against his ear, “Not telling” she purred, setting Bens senses on fire. She backed up a step, openly smirking at his beet red face. “But your expression is adorable… My Lord” She stated the last two words with a deep sultry tone, knowing that Ben couldn’t scold her in public before taking his hand, “May we visit the bazar next? Val saw some jewelry she wanted to look at.” Benjamin gave her a pointed look, that turned into a smile as she beamed at him, “Ok, sounds good. I need to pick up some food for the week.”

It was later that afternoon when the three of them left the bazar. They found Jukha waiting on the bench in front of their home. “Jukha! How are you!” Benjamin called, clasping the Orc’s hand firmly as the girls rushed inside to put up their purchases. Jukha reciprocated, if somewhat stiffly, to the strange to him gesture. “Benjamin, it is good to see you well.” His tone stopped Ben in his tracks, “What is it. Is your wife, ok?”
Jukha shook his head, “Vilora is well, but I have been tasked with finding you.” He said carefully, “The slaver, the one you dueled for those two,” he nodded to Vi and Val as they stepped back out of the building, “The Heir of The Romoregin house is here. He has lodged an official demand for satisfaction, and he brought a champion.”

Benjamin stiffened, “Another duel? You said an ‘official demand’… what happens if I refuse.” Jukha winced at Ben’s tone, “It is an archaic practice of my people, rarely remembered, and even more rarely demanded. You cannot deny a satisfaction claim, but should you prevail, no further claims can be made upon your person. I am sorry Benjamin, but if you flee or refuse, your life is forfeit; and your property goes to the claimant.” Jukha looked pointedly at Viola and Valtrya. “The young puke has put me in danger as well, if I do not deliver you and them to the duel, I can be detained. If they torture me….” Benjamin’s eyes widened before hardening in understanding. “Jukha…” He turned to find Viola standing next to him, with his musket in one arm and his ammunition bag in the other, and sighed, “Fuck”. He loaded his musket with a single roundball cartridge this time, unwilling to fire buck and ball in the town streets. He pealed the ball out of the paper wading after pouring the poweder, reaching into his haversack to retrieve a small round patch made of pillow ticking. Jukha looked on in mild fascination as Benjamin spit on the cloth patch before wrapping the ball in it and ramming the whole thing down the barrel. It wasn’t much, but it reduce windage, ensuring at least reasonable enough accuracy from the smoothbore to keep from hitting innocent bystanders. It would also virtually eliminate blow-by, upping the chamber pressure and giving him a little more velocity. “I’m ready.”

The four of them entered the small city square to be met with Qort and three Org guards. These soldiers wore different insignia that Benjamin had been taught were the mark of the capital. “Beenjaymen Shayfe” one of them butchered his name, “I am.” Ben nodded firmly, the other guard nodded, “And your two slaves, good. Has Jukha informed you of the proceedings.” Benjamin scowled, “A legalized way to attempt a revenge killing? Yea, I’ve been told.” Ben didn’t bother to hide his vitriol, “So I have to kill a motherfucker for defending myself from his father?”

“Not quite. The Heir has brought a champion. The rules are simple, all forms of combat are allowed” The first guard began as the second one began chaining the wrists of Viola and Valtrya. Benjamin began to move before thinking, only to be held back by Jukha, “Peace albino. They must do this. Fighting them will cause a forfeit.” Benjamin looked at the terrified faces of the two girls. He forced himself to calm down outwardly, but Benjamin could feel the rage building. He had worked so hard to save those two, to get them out.. now some snot nosed brat was going to try to kill him because his father didn’t know when to fuck off. Benjamin stepped out from around the guards. The “heir” was a young Durr. Ben had no frame of reference for age, but the Heir was substantially shorter, and his facial tentacles were almost mere buds. Beside him stood a crimson colossus, the same species as the Hunter he had shot saving Jukha. He was taller than that female, and was wearing plate armor, gilded in silver. He hefted a great sword of some kind and smiled openly at Benjamin. It was not a pleasant expression. “Ah, so You’re the puke I’ll be cleaning from my blade. I am Krastorin. Come here, pale one, I’ll make it quick.”

Benjamin looked him over, subtly shifting into a shooting stance but keeping his musket looking like he was resting the butt of a spear on the ground. “You look accomplished, what makes you do the bidding of the boy.” He asked, blatant scorn on his tone. The Young Durr flinched, his small tentacle buds writhing violently. “H’Dare Yee!” he bellowed, voice cracking with the strain of fury, “Aye’ll ‘ave Yee Head on Me’Wall!!”
Benjamin ignored him, focusing on the Hellirine. The man looked back at the boy with a raised eyebrow, “The young puke promised me one of those.” He pointed at Vi and Val, who had reverted to their former trembling submissive postures that Ben had met them in. “It appears that they are as well kept as claimed. I look forward to sampling them.” He leered. Benjamin looked over at the Young Durr and found his face a mixture of relief and anger. ‘Ah, lied about daddy’s slaves.’ He turned to the soldier standing next to him, “Is the duel on?” he growled.

“Combatants! Begin!” was the Soldiers response, and the crimson mercenary lifted his sword from his shoulders advancing forward with a long confident stride, “at last, let’s get this over wi..” a clap of thunder echo’d through the Feral wood, and most of the crowd cried out in surprise as Benjamin disappeared, seemingly behind a bubble of fire, and brimstone. The single round ball ignored the mercenary’s plate armor. Punching straight through as the soft lead mushroomed out into a ragged disk that measured almost an inch and a half. The mangled projectile, still travelling at almost half the speed of sound, eviscerated the chest cavity of the Mercenary before blowing a one foot wide hole out of the crimson man’s back. The exit wound missed Krastorin’s spine by an inch, but it didn’t matter. The projectile embedded itself into a post, thankfully missing any bystanders by mere inches in some cases. The Young Durr, who was standing just behind and to the side of his champion, was screaming as he pawed at the bits of pale yellow blood, bones, and fragments of internal organs now covering him from head to toe.

Benjamin handed the smoking musket to Jukha, drawing his short sword and walking over to a sputtering, choking, and coughing Krastorin. The Hellirine lay face down on the ground, having fallen that way from the momentum of his initial advance. The back of Benjamins mind was sickly amused as he remembered the old Hollywood trope of bullets throwing people backward, and a pinch of regret sparked in his soul as his opponent death rattled. He stepped up to the Heir, resting the blade against his neck, “Are we done here. Be a better man than your father and learn when to save your own life.” The Young Durr froze, staring up at him in abject terror for several moments as a puddle formed at his feet. Benjamin opened his mouth to speak again when the boy simply passed out, falling into the puddle of his own mess as his mind refused to stay conscious.

Benjamin turned to walk back towards Jukha and the girls. “Unchain them.” Benjamin’s tone could have frozen a raging forge’s inferno. To his surprise, two of the soldiers drew their weapons on him, “You need to come with us. All Touched must be registered with...” Benjamin pointed his short sword at the one talking… and pulled the trigger. The percussion revolver built into the hilt of the short sword was zero’d using a notch Benjamin cut into the crossguard, and the tip of the curved blade as a crude set of open sights. The barrel of the revolver lay along one side of the blade, and was rifled. The speaking soldier orc’s took the smaller pistol round through the forehead, exploding the back of his skull in a cone of dark green and grey mist. The exit wound showered his companion in bits of bone and brains. Benjamin’s thumb found the hammer, and four satisfying clicks echo’d in the stunned silence, “HEAR ME!” He growled, “I, am touched by the Gods. I posses the power to end any life I choose using the power of Hell itself!” ‘if I have to show them a gun, might as well throw them off the trail’ “The violence of the raging volcano obeys my very fingertips.” His revolvesword bucked a second time as another soldier orc made a move to rush him. The smaller pistol round still punched through the orcs armor and out the back, but only left him screaming on the ground. Benjamin re-cocked, and leveled his weapon at the orc holding the chains to Val and Vi. “Now, release them.” This last remaining Orc did as asked, before gathering up his screaming companion as the girls rushed to Benjamin, he pulled them close, whispering, “I’m sorry we wont be able to pick up your dresses.”

The three of them packed up that night. Qort had understood, knowing all too well what the Principality would do to acquire a Touched of Benjamins ability. “Stay safe my friend. I pray our paths cross again.” Jukha snuck them out of the village that night, using his wagon to get them to his home. They stayed a week, laying low while they planned their next move. The girls spent their time learning recipes from Jukha’s wife, and ben took the time to unwind a bit. Jukha and He went on a hunt, and Benjamin was given a run down on the flora and fauna of the Feral wood. The two of them brought back a pair of Stags, and the three women cooked them a feast.

“Dinner’s ready!!” called Viola, setting the last of the sides on the table as the dutch oven roasted meat was brought off of the stove top. It was a simple yet elegant meal. Stag, potatoes, some kind of Kale style vegetable that Benjamin had never seen before. Soon enough, everyone at the table was leaning back, as full as they could make themselves. “So, pinkskin,” Jukha asked, “Where do you plan on going. I wouldn’t mind you staying with me. I could use another hunter, but I suspect that they would notice the extra product I brought to the village.”

Benjamin Hummed, “The Maridian Combine. Qort told me that they banned slavery over a century ago, the girls have learned so much already. It would be easy to find jobs for them.” Vi and Val drooped slightly but hid it well. Jukha noticed it but said nothing. “A good choice, their boarders are well guarded, you would need to free them before you cross, or end up in a dungeon yourself.”

“Good point, I can write up a simple writ of freedom. Something I can sign and give to them.” Benjamin nodded, “I can get started on that to…” he paused as a hand fell on his. He looked to see Viola staring at him, fighting back tears, “Hey, what’s wrong. You will be free…” Jukha nodded slowly and stood. “love,” he said to Vilora, “I need some help with the livestock” The Farie met his eyes in unspoken understanding, fluttering out the front door with Jukha.

“Vi, what’s wrong.” Benjamin asked gently.

“No… go… Val… stay…” Both of them turned to Valtrya in shock. She was trembling, “I wont..leave.”

“You speak?” Benjamin looked in shock, but Viola spoke next, “Benjamin, we don’t want to leave. We want to stay, with you. I…” She paused. Ben sighed, “I want you to stay too.” He said, finally admitting it to himself, “But I can’t own you. It’s killing me that you are my property.” He reached up and wiped a tear from Vi’s eyes, “You are so much more than property. I feel evil, every day that I wake up knowing that I could do anything I wanted to you, or worse, die and have someone else hurt you for the fun of it.” Benjamin bowed his head. Viola reached out, lifting his chin to look into his eyes, “Then come with us.” She whispered as Val stood up and stepped around the table, “yes.. You, come.” She wrapped herself around Ben from the side leaning in until she was resting her head against his shoulder, “I’m… staying.. with you.” she said softly. Viola nodded, “Benjamin, how old do you think we are.”

Ben looked at her in confusion, “I have no idea, I’ve always assumed you were teenagers. 13-14 years old for Val, maybe 16 for you, but that was when you were skin and bones.” He admitted.

Viola’s eyes widened in understanding. “You did not want to bed us because you thought us children.” Benjamin nodded slowly, answering. “And forcing sex on a child is the worst kind of crime on my world”. Viola and Valtrya looked at each other, before Vi spoke. “Ben, my sister will turn one hundred and three in a fortnight. I just had my one hundred and fifteenth birthday last week.” She leaned in, pressing her lips to Bens as she kissed him passionately for a moment. “We are no children,” Viola paused as Valtrya leaned in, kissing Ben lightly on the neck, “You are not forcing us to do anything, but leave.” Viola whispered as she began to close in to a surprised Benjamin for another kiss.

The door to the cabin flew open violently, and the girls pulled back to a more modest distance. Jukha walked in, carrying a panting Vilora. “What happened.” Ben asked hurriedly, hoping he wasn’t blushing as hard as the heat on his cheeks suggested. Vilora waved a hand as Jukha set her down in her chair, “The Vin… My sisters… they reached out… They wish to meet…” The Farie gathered herself, “They also sent a warning. We must leave, tonight… hunters.”
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In college, my friends and I took pleasure in bullying gay guys. Back then, I would have justified it as “teasing”, but honestly the way we spoke to frat recruits or guys at our party was harsh.
As much as I would love to say that I’ve changed for the better, I still spend a lot of my time degrading and humiliating men online. My wife has no idea what I do on my phone at night. She assumes it is work (always work) but there are times I feel like I can’t hide how horny I get. I wonder if she looks at me sometimes and wonders my I’m biting my lip or squeezing my cock through my pants.
Anyway, last weekend my friends and I met for the first time in over three years. We had been good at keeping in touch for a while but COVID made it hard to see each other and a few of us became new dads recently.
We all arrived, one by one to the beach house we rented for the weekend. The atmosphere was different than it had been in the past… a lot of the guys complained about their marriages or work. I was surprised at how satisfied I was in life.
The end of the first night looked a lot like our college days: Tommy was half-naked, drunk, and annoying everybody around him, and the rest of us were drunk enough to love him anyway.
“Does anybody remember Quintin?” Ricky slurred and the room fell silent. We hesitantly glanced at each other across the room. Nobody wanted to remember Quintin.
When I wasn’t discovering my humiliation and degradation kinks around my boys, I was practicing on Quintin while my cock was in his mouth. He took every insult with pleasure, begging for more. I always felt bad for how badly I treated him in front of others.
I held my breath, wondering why Ricky was bringing him up so many years later. He reminisced about a few parties he attended and how Quintin always seemed to like me and Ricky the most.
“Anyway, he used to suck my cock before home games!” Ricky blurted out, laughing as he swigged his drink. The room fell silent and I could feel the other guys share glances. I stared at Ricky for a moment before cracking up, relieved at his confession somehow.
I told them that Quintin used to suck my cock too and I would choose his outfits most days. I remembered that somewhere I must have pictures of him in his thongs, posing for me. Ricky drunkenly begged me to see them.
As the two of us shared stories, the other three men eased up. They slowly inched toward us, intently listening to our stories. Not to be fucked up, but the other three were the type of men I’d want to use: Quiet followers, submissive but they don’t even know it. That’s why I knew they wouldn’t object when I unzipped my pants and started stroking. Ricky watched for a moment before he followed my lead.
“I had no idea you were gay…” Tommy interjected and although I don’t know who he was referring to, I, of course, told him I wasn’t.
I watched as the rest of the guys slowly joined in, one taking a lot longer than the other two. Before long, five fraternity brothers stood in an AirBnb with our cocks out, stroking as we watched each other do the same.
For the most part, words weren’t exchanged. The occasional grunt or moan echoed in the house until I finally broke the silence.
“spit on it,” I nodded toward Tommy. His eyes widened but he didn’t object. With hesitation, he bent toward my cock and spit on it. I could see the shame on Tommy’s face as he backed away, the way he hesitated to stroke now.
I spit on each of them, hesitating before leaving Tommy for last. He watched me in horror, probably thinking I’d neglect him. The rest followed my lead. As I edged myself, we all spit on the other’s cocks. I watched as each one of my friends came, staring at their twitching bodies, the post-nut clarity as they looked around, and the cum-stained rug we stood on. I couldn’t help but think about all of the times we could have had in college.
I came shortly after Ricky, as the rest of the guys cleaned themselves off. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel the shame or guilt I expected. What happened that night was nothing more than men being men, blowing off steam together. Nobody even touched one another. As for my wife, there’s no reason for her to know and no way for her to understand.
I can’t explain the particular sensation to my wife: The ecstasy of feeling no guilt when the majority of the men around you are regretting every decision, the saliva dripping down your balls as you watch your friends stroke their throbbing cocks, the humiliation of a room full of straight men wondering how the fuck they just spit on several men’s cock…
Looking back on the night, I wish more happened. I think we all could have experimented more if Ricky and I would have tried to convince the others. Besides the occasional glances, the rest of the two days happened as if everybody suffered from amnesia on the first night.
I’m considering letting Ricky in on the truth about me, Quintin, and his tolerance for my… kinks. I imagine Ricky has some dark secrets as well. Out of all of us, we had always been the more dominant pair.
Now my wife wonders why I want her to spit on my cock so much and why I am so eager for another “boy’s trip” in the Fall.
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I am at a loss right now. Need some sort of insight as soon as possible. This might be a long one. I have two male cats, both fixed, they’ve been together for a few years now. We introduced them very carefully and did a lot of research beforehand. Every now and then they play a little too hard and it can get a little aggressive but we put a stop to it immediately. They groom each other, sleep together, play together, all the good things. I’ve always bragged about working hard to make sure my cats got along.
Tonight, I was home alone laying on the couch. We are in the process of packing up to move, so there are boxes all over the house and it’s a little chaotic. Our cats are stressed about that obviously, so I’ve been keeping a close eye on them, trying to give them love and attention and extra treats.
In the warmer weather we like to keep a couple windows open (the screen is still there) because the cats love to look out the windows. I hear my younger cat, the more submissive one, doing a deep low growling noise. My older cat is laying on the couch with me. I go into the kitchen to investigate, and see a big black cat on its hind legs facing off with my younger cat through the screen of the window. My older cat comes in, sees the outside cat, and all hell breaks loose between my two cats.
Hissing, biting, growling, just flipping the f*** out in a way I have never seen before. They’re running all around the house and I’m trying to break it up, clapping my hands, yelling, I eventually have to use a broken down box to shove between them and I pick up the older cat.
I put him in the bathroom to separate them, and go to check on the younger cat. I walk into our bedroom and see the same black cat, sitting on top of our trash bin, facing off with my younger cat again. I shew the cat away and close the window. I go to let my older cat out, assuming I’ve given a reasonable amount of time for them to chill out. All hell breaks loose again.
The same fighting that happens before immediately commences. I can separate them a lot quicker this time and I put them in their respective places.
I got ahold of my partner, genuinely having a panic attack and sobbing because this has never happened before. I keep them separated until my partner comes home to help me. We give them plenty of time to chill out. Cautiously allow them to see each other, and the same hissing and growling happens again, this time specifically coming from my older cat. We don’t let them get close, and we separate again.
This has never happened to this severity. My older cat is still roaming around the house hissing and growling at nothing while I am here in the bedroom with my younger cat writing this. These two cats are left alone every day while we work. Now I feel like we can’t leave the house without them separated. We are supposed to be dog sitting at another place this weekend, while my sister in law comes to feed the cats. How am I supposed to remedy this?

Prior submission on topic 5 days ago:
"Mysterious Objects in Space Could Be Giant Dyson Spheres, Scientists Say"

• https://www.reddit.com/UFOs/comments/1cp68an/mysterious_objects_in_space_could_be_giant_dyson/

Paper:
"Project Hephaistos - II. Dyson sphere candidates from Gaia DR3, 2MASS, and WISE"; authors: Matías Suazo, Erik Zackrisson, Priyatam K. Mahto, Fabian Lundell, Carl Nettelblad, Andreas J. Korn, Jason T. Wright, Suman Majumdar

• https://arxiv.org/abs/2405.02927

The search for extraterrestrial intelligence is currently being pursued using multiple techniques and in different wavelength bands. Dyson spheres, megastructures that could be constructed by advanced civilizations to harness the radiation energy of their host stars, represent a potential technosignature, that in principle may be hiding in public data already collected as part of large astronomical surveys. In this study, we present a comprehensive search for partial Dyson spheres by analyzing optical and infrared observations from Gaia, 2MASS, and WISE. We develop a pipeline that employs multiple filters to identify potential candidates and reject interlopers in a sample of five million objects, which incorporates a convolutional neural network to help identify confusion in WISE data. Finally, the pipeline identifies 7 candidates deserving of further analysis. All of these objects are M-dwarfs, for which astrophysical phenomena cannot easily account for the observed infrared excess emission.

The Monthly Notices of the Royal Astronomical Society:

Monthly Notices of the Royal Astronomical Society (MNRAS) is a peer-reviewed scientific journal covering research in astronomy and astrophysics. It has been in continuous existence since 1827 and publishes letters and papers reporting original research in relevant fields. Despite the name, the journal is no longer monthly, nor does it carry the notices of the Royal Astronomical Society. MNRAS publishes more articles per year than any other astronomy journal.

• https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monthly_Notices_of_the_Royal_Astronomical_Society

It is ranked 15th of 72 astrophysics journals:

• https://www.scimagojr.com/journalrank.php?category=3103&wos=true

It is the 2nd most cited journal in the field:

• https://www.scimagojr.com/journalrank.php?category=3103&wos=true&order=h&ord=desc

I was a homeschooled only child, raised in a QAnon/conspiracy theorist household. It was just a recipe for disaster, and I’ve slowly been trying to put the pieces together to figure things out.
I kind of thought things were going okay, but covid is what really made my world crumble. Out of everything, I think watching my parents turn into doomsday anti-vaxxers was the most devastating thing I’ve ever endured. I had to hide my covid vaccinations from them because my mom threatened to disown me if I “took the mark of the beast.” My dad thinks it’ll turn people into government controlled zombies. I have no other family, and honestly no strong friendships because I was isolated my entire childhood.
I grew up a huge fan of contemporary Christian music, and having so many of my favorite artists spiral into similar ideologies as my parents made me feel so alone. I won’t name anyone directly, but several have said or posted hurtful things regarding LGBTQ rights, and people like me who still mask up out of caution for covid. One artist I especially loved changed the lyrics and made a mockery of Amazing Grace when I saw him in concert in 2022. He said “since we were in good old Florida, he knew he could get away with it.”
(Trigger warning honestly if you don’t want the song ruined for you)
He sang “My mask is gone, I’ve been set free” and a bunch of other altered verses making fun of anyone who still cared about the pandemic. I felt excruciatingly uncomfortable sitting there in the first couple of rows, the only person in the crowd wearing a mask. The same artist has also posted stuff endorsing toxic purity culture and also anti-trans things.
He’s not the only one. I’ve really started having a tough time separating the artists from the music. I know of a couple who’ve posted some more inclusive things which is nice, but overall the CCM industry has really been giving me the ick lately. Not only that, but my old church as well.
I stopped attending church shortly before 2020. I’m honestly thankful for that because several of my old “Bible study” friends have become versions of themselves I hardly recognize. Maybe I was just oblivious to it at the less politically charged time, but gosh. I moved away so I haven’t seen them in about 5 years, but we’re still Facebook friends and it’s insane how many seem to have become QAnon/conspiracy theorists like my parents. They were normal in high school, at least I thought they were, so what happened?
I’ve thought about looking for a new church, but I’m not sure if I’m ready yet. I used to pray and worship and read scripture all the time, but now I’m ashamed to say it all feels like a chore. I’m terrified of losing my relationship with God, but I don’t feel authentic in my faith like I used to. Because I’ve been hurt by the people who used to encourage me in my faith, that pain has radiated its way into who I am today: someone who doesn’t know how to feel like myself, because I don’t even know who she is anymore.
I cringe listening to my old favorite worship songs. I want to feel that love for my faith again, but I can’t stop associating it with the insanity I’ve been subjected to.
As a teenager I pledged to “save my first kiss for my wedding day,” and that was something I was honestly happy with, until last year when I realized how absolutely deranged that concept was. Sure, don’t even kiss a man until you’ve signed a lifetime contract promising to never leave him for any reason whatsoever. Oh yeah, and while you’re at it make sure you’re submissive to him in everything because he’s “the head of the household.”
I’m now 27 and still have never had a boyfriend, still haven’t kissed anyone. I’ve been on dates with 5 men, and didn’t make it past a second date with any of them. The first one, I was 21 years old. He was from my Bible study, the one I mentioned earlier. He asked me for nudes after our one and only date and wouldn’t stop pressuring me to send them, even after I told him about my then-delusion of no kissing til marriage. I never gave him any thankfully.
I also didn’t go on another date with anyone until I was 25. I had ONE date to my name at the age of 25, because the one time I trusted a “nice boy from church,” he pulled that stunt and I was revolted.
The second guy I went out with, he was really nice but I just didn’t have feelings for him, which made me guilty for some reason. I don’t think I was ever taught growing up that it’s important to feel a connection with a guy, you’re just expected to take what you can get. We only had that one date. The third guy just wanted a hook up, and I was still hooked on purity culture so it went nowhere.
I didn’t have feelings for the fourth and fifth guys either. I only went out with them because they asked me, and out of loneliness and being too guilty to say no, I talked to them for longer than I should have, wasting everyone’s time.
I don’t know if this is from trauma, but I don’t feel attraction to most guys in real life. I know I’m straight because I definitely have a type in my head. Kind hearted, athletic and muscular but not overly so, fluffy hair and just cuddly and sweet gentle and wholesome. I feel shallow that I’m mostly only attracted to that, but I can’t help it.
I just don’t feel safe with meeting new people, fearing that I’ll accidentally bring someone damaging into my life that I can’t get rid of. Someone who doesn’t have the best intentions, and I struggle to hurt feelings by turning people down. What if we do get into a relationship, and I find out he has a belief that’s a deal breaker for me? I’m afraid I’ll temporarily tolerate something that will inevitably lead to us separating, but I’m too spineless to end things when I should. It’s mostly because I don’t know how to say no, but also because I’d fear landing back at square one, single and alone.
Now I’m in a weird place where I feel like I need to figure myself out more before I try inviting someone in. But I’m 27, and feel “over the hill,” especially as someone with virtually zero real romantic experience. I definitely don’t want my first kiss to be at the alter, but at the same time I’m conflicted on how the heck to feel comfortable with the idea of gasp having sex outside of marriage. I don’t even know when it would feel “okay.” Is six months into a relationship decently enough? Is that too long to find out if we’re incompatible? I was taught nothing so I’m feeling lost. And it’s hard to keep suppressing my forced tendency of “even holding a man’s hand is cheating on your future husband!”
Most of my prayers now are an endless cycle of “please forgive me, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I don’t feel like praying but I promise I still love You.” I feel awful saying this because I know it’s not true but I do feel unloved sometimes. Like I feel like I’m annoying Jesus somehow when I babble on about whatever thing I’m distraught about. But if I go through the default prayer order of Adoration, Confession, Thanksgiving, and THEN finally Supplication, it feels insincere. I don’t want to speed through worshipful prayers just to get to the part I really feel like doing, begging for some sort of help. But I feel almost obligated to essentially suck up to God first before saying what I really mean. That doesn’t feel like a real honest relationship to me and it’s a rut I’ve been desperate to get out of.
Every January 1st and every birthday, for probably the past good 5 or 6 years, I’ve started a “One Year Bible” plan that I always end up abandoning after like 10 days. I just can’t stick to it. It’s not even strictly Genesis-Revelation order. It sprinkles in some chapters from the Old Testament, New Testament, Psalms, and Proverbs every day, and each day takes maybe 15 minutes max to do. But somehow I always miss a day, then never catch up, saying I’ll try again the next “landmark day,” January 1st or my birthday, whichever comes next. I don’t know why I can’t love reading scripture. I want to so badly, but I don’t crave it unless I’ve had a nightmare and I need something to calm me down. It’s not a daily desire for me and I wish it was.
This post was a little all over the place, but I guess what I’m trying to ask is how do I cope with the loss of who I thought I was? How do I get comfortable with who I am now? I’m horrified at how long I subscribed to my parents’ beliefs without questioning anything. I just adopted any and everything I was told, and it created a clueless, confused adult.

Hi everyone. I’ve been with my bf since 2021 so almost 3 years. I’m 22 and he’s 23. I love him. He is a really great person and treats me so well, but lately I just don’t feel sexually attracted to him as whatsoever. In fact, I find myself looking at other men and not wanting to have sex or when we do not enjoying it and he can tell. I don’t know if this is just a weird phase I am going through and if I should wait and see if the attraction returns or if this is a sign that I should end the relationship. I really don’t want to break up with him, I don’t think I will find another guy who is as caring and kind as he is so it would be a great loss if I did. Another thing I should mention is he’s been very open about dealing with porn issues since the begining of our relationship and he’s always been more submissive, my ex was more dominant. During this relationship I’ve been basically the dominant one which isn’t really great and Ive had talks with him about exploring him being more masculine or dominant in the bedroom because that’s what turns me on ultimately but he says in order to get there he needs ME to be dominant to him. We’ve had MANY arguments about this topic and about his being porn free, which he says he’s stopped (for almost a year now). I don’t know if this is why I’m feeling the way I am but I know it’s always been a concern of mine but i’ve concealed it because everything about him is great, my family loves him, he loves me and treats me great! However this is such hard a dilemma and is becoming an emotional burden to me. Any advice??? Help!!

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When and how do you tell the other person you’re a pillow princess/stone top and communicate boundaries?
I’m currently a college student and not in the dating pool because I’m so scared😭
I idealized/fantasized/romanticize (?) a serious romantic relationship. I LOVE and NEED cuddles and just physical touch in general as a love language but as a pillow princess I just don’t touch anything down there… I’m also more submissive and I don’t want anything sexual until we’re actually dating just because it feels too casual and rushed and against my little romantic imaginations…(I like to take things slowly which felt like it’s against lesbian dating culture?) I feel like that is ALOT to pour out on the other person so I’m terrified… And I tried talking to my friends about this but non of them are lesbians and after the talk now I don’t know if Im just delusional and have insanely high standards like they said or just know and have strict boundary of what I want…
also i know that PPs and TMNs are suppose to be a good match but I’ve heard that a lot of stone tops/tmns have strict boundaries when it comes to touching in general? Can stone tops/ touch me nots explain to me about this part?🥹
Someone please send help…

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