Line drawings of the night

The Night Of: A miniseries from HBO

2016.05.28 13:10 The Night Of: A miniseries from HBO

This subreddit is a place to enjoy and discuss the HBO miniseries 'The Night Of'
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2019.07.27 13:35 h9960 Yofukashi no Uta - Call of the Night - YNU - COTN

Community for the manga and anime Yofukashi no Uta - Call of the Night written by Kotoyama
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2020.02.19 17:59 CalaMariGold98 Rebirth of the Night

The official subreddit for the Minecraft 1.12.2 modpack, Rebirth of the Night! Discuss anything about the pack, post memes about it, ask for help, share screenshots, please refer to the Official Rotn Discord to share your public servers as we have a specific form for it there.
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2024.05.22 05:21 IENJOYCINEMA DENIED SERVICE AT TACO BELL

Wrongfully kicked out of Taco Bell
Celebrating my son’s birthday and graduation on Friday night so we decided to bring the family over to Taco Bell which we go to all the time and bring lots of business and overall a family vibe. It was my weekend with the kids and he was graduating 5th grade heading to middle school next year and I’m super proud of him. We were going to grab some food to go, and head over to watch the new Planet Apes movie.
That was all until today they decided to get snippy with my family and speak down to my mother when we made a simple request. We were aware we had a bigger order coming thru, and first we gave them a call on our way over and let them know we would be coming inside to avoid clogging the drive thru line even tho that would be preferred by they screamed at us one time for waiting in the line with a big party so we decieded to play there rules tho even that didn’t seem to be enough. We then came inside and ordered for 17 of us (some of my crew members from BBTGG rolled with) , which I can understand being a lot of people but they weren’t busy at all and had plenty of staff working. Lots of young kids super excited and we were showing them the ropes on how to bring food in to theater. Much more affordable overall than concessions and drinks sodas candy hotdogs slushees nachos all that BS they overcharge for at theaters. We ordered $290 worth of food and sodas (keep in mind we filled the sodas up ourselves) but we let them know we completely understood if it would take some time.
Out of the order, only 40% of it contained special requests. My son and I prefer extra onions while my mom enjoys extra tomatoes and beans on her burritos. A few other modifications with quesadillas and such but again not even half the order. The rest straight from the menu. I asked for an estimate and they said probably 20-25 minutes. That would have been a good estimate for how long it would take for us to finish our sodas, because we waited 47 minutes and received only part of our order. They specifically missed the request for extra tomatoes / beans on half of the burritos , giving us extra onions and beans on all burritos. While I wouldn’t mind keeping the burritos, my mother specially requested the extra tomatoes and beans, and my son was not wanting extra beans.
It was turning into a fiasco and as mentioned a lot of other food had not been finished yet. We asked if we would be receiving the remaining burritos that were done incorrectly and they said it would take another 15 minutes. We had to be at the theater in 25 minutes. We asked if they could expedite and they said they had drive thru orders to complete? When we had ordered again 47 minutes earlier.
Knowing we could Spare 10 minutes , miss the trailers, and have the food hot and ready to go for the movie wasn’t the worse case. We were being team players until my mother kindly asked again how long it would take. The employee threw turned to her and said “how about don’t order the whole menu and change it up next time”. Witihout hesitation I banged on the counter to break up the tension between the 2 and stop the argument. I knew my mom was going to snap. She was fuming at the disrespect. We then logically requested to get a refund on the part of the order that was done incorrectly, which unfortunately for them was a $100 mistake they weren’t willing to rectify.
They gave us the bag of the rest of our food which we didn’t have time to check to make sure it was done write and then I asked them for the contact information and name of the GM as well as every single employee working. They refused to oblige and began pointing at the door to us saying “leave now or the police will be called”. So of course we left. Son and his friends were all bummed out but we surprised them with popcorn candy and sodas in the movie after we all finished the Bell. Amazing movie, terrible experience at Taco Bell. Has anyone else experienced this? I know they’re a corporation but we’re a small enough town here in Jackson to have a community vibe even at fast food restaurants. I go to this location often, I give them my business and refer it to all my colleagues / crew. Love this city with all my heart but this one hurt. Much love to everyone happy Sunday.
Btw - movie was amazing and shout out to my wife for letting us bring the burritos in her purses. Got a lot of funny looks for walking in with a purse but burritos at movies are a family tradition.
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2024.05.22 05:18 ColeMars3496 Dealing Drugs led to me being stalked and he's still out there

When I was in the ninth grade I made some choices I now regret. I needed money and a friend of mine would always talk about how much money he was making from dealing drugs and I asked him how I could get into the game. He introduced me to his supplier or boss, honestly I'm not really sure I just shut up and did what I was told. Made bank doing it too. Things ran smoothly until our boss overdosed. We ditched all the drugs, and shut down the whole gig after the cops found out about our boss's operation. The money was good, not worth jail. After a while the heat died down and my friend found another supplier and starting selling again but I decided not to play with fire again and stay out of it.
One day I was in english class and the teacher of the class was easily distracted by the people outside but for some reason he always left his window open and would point it out whenever someone walked by, he would say look someone's walking their dog in the middle of when he was teaching, or something like look at that guy smoking don't want to be like that guy. Well this day he was telling us some story about his childhood as he always did when he paused and pointed to the window “look at that guy staring at us. He must be really invested in my story”
Then he laughed and moved on, and at the time I did too. I thought he must be tweaking on some drugs and found it kind of ironic that not too long ago I could have been the one selling him his stuff. He started to return a lot though. Always during that english class, always staring in our window. I never connected him to me because I never saw him personally. He was never there during lunch or any of my other classes and I didn't see him outside of school until one night. It was late and I hadn't been able to fall asleep that night.
I needed a glass of water and I got up, poured myself a drink, walked over to a window at the front of my house that has a gorgeous view and just looked at the mountains outside of my window while I drank my water. This was a common routine for me and sometimes I would notice something weird, like the neighbours fighting or someone sneaking into someone's home to cheat. Tonight though there was someone i had never seen before parked in front of my house, it was a black jeep and the windows were tinted so i couldn't see inside. I stared for a while until someone got out of the vehicle, looked up at the window I was looking out of and we locked eyes, I'll never forget those eyes. It was the man outside of class. I went to call the cops and the man quickly hopped back in his car and drove off. I was smart enough to take down the licence plate to tell the police and I made a report right away. Sadly it didnt work though as a night a few weeks later i was asleep when i was awoken to a light tapping sound on my window.
I tried to ignore it and stay asleep but it gets too annoying and when I turn around to look at what's making the noise I see the man's blank face staring at me, he's standing straight up one hand by his side the other tapping on his window. The man remains completely only moving his head and eyes to follow me when I move for my phone across the room. I loudly shout that I'm calling the police in an attempt to get the man to leave but the man just smiles, the first movement he's made besides moving his eyes and head. I tells the police about what's going on. There's a man outside my window that has been stalking me at school, but as soon as I say my address the line goes dead. The police hung up on me. The man starts to laugh slightly and for the first time takes his eyes off me to enjoy his laugh. I run out of the house and made the mistake of turning my head back toward my window. The man was still standing there not staring into the window anymore. He had turned to continue staring at me. Now back to not moving, just standing completely still, I take off and decide to stay at a friend's place. I made a police report the next day and never saw the man again. The police never found the guy. I have no idea if they even looked but to this day he hasn't bothered me again.
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2024.05.22 05:12 miawallace_22 A bit weird coping mechanisms for cravings

It’ll sound a bit funny but here’s some of my funny tips to resist cravings lol:
  1. imagine you are a movie character (a hero) who is in a greatest battle against the evil and everytime you resist a craving you conquer them.
  2. get really really angry at yourself for wanting to smoke that disgusting cig again, then get angry that u still think about it and say “NO MATTER WHAT I WONT DO IT”.
  3. listen to music, exercise, draw and with each note, rep/set, and line/figures celebrate the second that u resisted an urge to smoke.
❤️ ur stronger than u think.
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2024.05.22 05:08 CuriousOutLoud Common questions about Non-offending Minor Attracted People (NoMAPs)

There is a severe lack of understanding about this community, including among mental health providers and social workers. Stigma, bias, and misconceptions prevent those who are attracted to minors (but do not offend) from seeking help they may need.
CSA = child sexual abuse
NoMAPs = non-offending, minor attracted people: those who are attracted to children but are committed to not causing harm against them
Many non-offending MAPs do not seek professional support, or may withdraw from support, due to the following reasons:
Those in the social work and mental health fields can address common misconceptions about this group, as a way to encourage MAPs to get help when they need it. Greater education and understanding about MAPs increases their well-being while also contributing to the prevention of CSA.
Common questions
Are you saying child sexual abuse is acceptable?
Absolutely not. Causing harm to children in the form of in-person/online sexual contact; CSAM (sometimes referred to as child pornography); grooming; or any other inappropriate behavior is not and will never be acceptable.
Many people who are attracted to minors are vehemently against these forms of harm as well, and do not support ideas such as lowering the age of consent. There are entire communities of minor attracted people who are committed to not harming children.
Isn’t using the term ‘MAPs’ normalizing pedophilia?
Only a minority of the population experiences a primary attraction to children. In this sense, pedophilia and other forms of minor attraction are not “normal”, in the same way that LBGTQ identities are not “normal” by proportion to the general population.
When people refer to normalizing something, they are usually talking about removing the stigma behind it, or acknowledging that it is acceptable.
Having an unchosen, unchangeable attraction to children is not inherently wrong, immoral, predatory, or pathological. It becomes so only when harm is involved. Attraction itself is not a behavior.
Shouldn’t we be protecting children from MAPs?
We should absolutely protect children from abusers, groomers, and predators. These terms are not synonymous with being minor attracted. In fact, research shows that the majority of child sexual abuse cases are carried out by people who do not meet the criteria for pedophilia (see “Sources” section below for reference).
When somebody feels they are at risk for harming a child, they should be able to seek immediate and effective help. Some NoMAPs need temporary or ongoing support in remaining resilient against offending, but this does not represent all or even the majority of NoMAPs. Many in this community have no intention of ever harming a child, and they are not at risk for doing so.
It is also important to note that many MAPs are still children themselves. MAPs tend to become aware of their attractions around the time of puberty or early adolescence. Children who are MAPs deserve the same degree of safety and well-being that other children do.
Why is the term ‘MAP’ even used?
This term has become more widely used for two main reasons:
  1. It emphasizes attraction over action. The word ‘pedophile’ has become so conflated with ‘offender’ in every sector of our society, that most people assume a behavioral component when they hear the word. ‘Minor attracted person’, on the other hand, emphasizes that we are talking about those with an attraction, which includes both those who do and those who do not act on it.
Because there are MAPs who are also offenders, the term ‘Non-offending Minor Attracted Person’ (NoMAP) is useful when we are talking specifically about those who have an attraction but do not act on it.
  1. ‘MAP’ is also a more accurate, all-encompassing way to refer to the community as a whole. This includes people with infantophilia, pedophilia, and (ep)hebephilia. It would not make sense, for example, to call someone who is primarily attracted to 15-18 year olds a pedophile.
However, many people do not self-identify with the term ‘MAP’. Some identify as pedophiles, hebephiles, boy lovers, girl lovers, or other terms. Some may use multiple terms to describe themselves. What’s important is that we should honor how each individual person self-identifies their attraction, and not impose a label on them.
Alternatives have also been suggested by those who conduct research with this community, such as ‘child attracted person’ as opposed to ‘minor attracted person’. I use ‘MAP’ here because it is the most widely accepted way to refer to the community as a whole.
What would someone who harms a child be called?
Depending on the context, people who harm children could be called many things—offender, abuser, predator, or groomer, to name a few examples.
Research shows that the majority of child sexual abuse cases are carried out by people who do not meet the criteria for pedophilia. (See “Sources” section below to learn why someone who’s not primarily attracted to children would sexually abuse a child.)
Is pedophilia a mental illness/diagnosis?
It depends. Some MAPs are committed to not offending, are not at risk for offending, and have come to terms with their attraction. These individuals have no reason to be pathologized.
Many others are not at risk for offending, yet they desire professional help for mental health conditions (like depression, anxiety and suicidal ideation) that result from the hatred they receive in our society. These individuals also have no reason to be pathologized, as their mental health conditions result from stigma rather than from the attraction itself.
Some MAPs desire professional help in dealing with the difficult emotions resulting from not being able to have a fulfilling sexual or romantic connection, particularly those who are exclusively attracted to children. (Many MAPs are attracted to both children and adults, and may be in relationships with adults.)
There are also MAPs who desire professional help in remaining resilient against offending. In these cases, and in cases where MAPs do harm children, pedophilia would be considered pathological since there is significant distress and/or harm involved.
Is pedophilia a sexual orientation?
The available research points to pedophilia and other forms of minor attraction being an age-based sexual orientation, in that the attraction is unchosen, typically arises during the time of puberty or early adolescence, and remains fairly constant throughout one’s life.
Are you suggesting that MAPs are part of the LGBTQ+ community?
Age-based orientations are by nature different from gender-based orientations, in that there is no safe or ethical way for an adult to engage sexually or romantically with a child. The experience of MAPs is also vastly different from that of LGBTQ individuals in several ways.
While there are some parallels that can be drawn between studies on stigma among LGBTQ individuals and the experience of stigma among MAPs, these are two separate communities.
Can someone’s attraction to children be changed?
Empirical data, based on qualitative and quantitative studies, points to the fact that pedophilia and other forms of minor attraction cannot be changed or "cured". (See “Sources” section below for reference.)
How many MAPs are there in the world?
Across various studies, the average incidence of minor attraction, meaning those who are primarily attracted to minors, comes out to about 5% of the adult population worldwide. This number is likely an undercount for the following reasons:
Why should I care about any of this?
Reducing stigma against NoMAPs contributes to a safer society for all, based around empathy and evidence. Many people do not feel safe disclosing their attraction for fear of being unjustly reported, misunderstood, or physically harmed.
Unfortunately, stories of MAPs being rejected by family members, forced out of educational programs, reported to the police, and made to feel like a monster– even in the absence of any harm to a child— are all too common. This prevents many MAPs from seeking or continuing to receive support, which in turn can lead to:
The misconceptions and harmful attitudes that we have toward non-offending MAPs directly interfere with them receiving the support they may need, decreasing MAPs’ well-being and putting children at greater risk. This includes children who are MAPs themselves.
Where can I learn more?
There are many resources available to learn about MAPs. These include:
If you are minor attracted yourself, you can check out any of the above, plus:
Sources
https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/19327034/ "There is no evidence to suggest that pedophilia can be changed. Instead, interventions are designed to increase voluntary control over sexual arousal, reduce sex drive, or teach self-management skills to individuals who are motivated to avoid acting upon their sexual interests"
https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/32086644/ "The results of this study were consistent with the suggestion of Seto (2012) that pedohebephilia could be considered a form of sexual orientation for age, which includes both sexual and romantic attraction"
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC8793822/ ..."in line with the current empirical assumption that enduring sexual attractions to children are largely unchangeable (Grundmann et al., 2016; Seto, 2012; for recent debates see Bailey, 2015; Cantor, 2015; Grundmann et al., 2017; Müller et al., 2014; Tozdan & Briken, 2017)"
https://www.csaprimaryprevention.org/supporting-maps.html "The overwhelming opinion in the professional sexual violence prevention community is that helping minor attracted people by offering peeprofessional support is the best way to ensure that minor attracted people do not harm children, and suggest that reducing the stigma against minor attraction will help this endeavor and protect children"
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7145785/ "It may be constructive for professionals working with this population to encourage the 'ownership' of the minor-attracted sexual identity, such as to reduce levels of self-stigmatization and increase self-acceptance. In doing so, we argue that we (as professionals, and as a society) can… ultimately, protect children from sexual harm by improving MAP well-being and agency"
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC8888496/ “…less than half of all individuals with child sexual offense convictions meet the clinical criteria for pedophilia (Schmidt et al., 2013; Seto, 2018a)”
https://www.stopitnow.org/faq/is-there-a-typical-profile-of-someone-who-sexually-abuses-children “Some people who abuse children have adult sexual relationships and are not solely, or even mainly, sexually interested in children”
https://www.stopitnow.org/faq/why-would-an-adult-sexually-abuse-a-child “Some adults sexually abuse a child to feel the power and control they don’t feel in their relationships with other adults… Some adults act impulsively when presented with an unexpected opportunity to sexually abuse a child”
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC8888496/ “...the more consistent prevalence estimates for minor attraction in a more clinical sense… congregate around 5% (Dombert et al., 2016; Santilla et al., 2010; Wurtele et al., 2014)”
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2024.05.22 05:04 Ura_star_27 Mira Costa or Tokyo Disneyland Hotel?

My partner and I are fortunate enough to get to go to Tokyo Disneyland and Disney Sea this coming July. We’re both teachers from the US, so this is the only time of year we can go and have been saving/working extra all year to get to have a really awesome vacation and splurge much more than we ever normally would.
That being said, we really wanted to do be able to experience Fantasy Spring, so we booked a 2 day vacation package with one day in each park (Disneyland on Thursday and DisneySea on Friday) and staying 1 night at the Tokyo Disneyland Hotel in a Beauty and the Beast themed room. However, we didn’t realize that we would not be able to use happy 15 entry for DisneySea on Friday staying at Tokyo Disneyland Hotel.
Because of this, we reserved a second vacation package where we would stay at the Hotel Mira Costa, go to Tokyo Disneyland on Sunday and DisneySea Monday, and have access to happy 15 entry because of the Mira Costa Hotel stay. The only room available for this date at the Mira Costa was a suite on the Porto Paradiso side, which is of course incredibly amazing looking, but also nearly twice the price.
Neither of these stays are within our normal spending and we’ve specially set aside the money to really get to do what we want during this part of our trip. Either of these options will be a once in a lifetime experience for us and we will have w a great time regardless, but would also like to have the best experience we can since it is very pricey. So that being said, any thoughts on either option from people who have experience with staying in either hotel/happy 15/lines/vacation packages?
Thanks so much in advance!
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2024.05.22 05:03 Blem1sh I outlasted the zombie apocalypse and I guess I'm sensitive that it might return

The outbreak of honest-to-God zombies was a decade ago, lasted eight years, and of course when it was over it was all about getting back to how things were. Well not exactly as they’d been before. But the US Dollar? Re-established. Stock market? One of the first priorities as you’d expect. Public assistance for people like me? Ones who went through hell? Starved, suffered, and socially damaged? Nope. “Lots of new jobs available,” they’d say.
Sociologists, or what remained of them, argued it was probably a bad idea to bring back shopping malls so quickly. My personal theory is some idiot who was able to prove kinship and ownership rights to some dumb fuck like… I don’t know… Zuckerberg? Did he survive the outbreak? I haven’t checked. Well, I think he found some others like him, and gathered them together, and spoke in the ears of just the right people to explain how easy it would be to do. And how, sure their deeds, and words, and whatever urine they pissed all over their “property” meant fuck all when dealing with the thousands of zombie squatters over several years. Yet, the zombies were gone, and they remained so let’s get them what they’re owed. No, the Sociologists suggested we start with robust public services. Somehow, the new United States Congress had their first act decided on a bill written to say all prior property rights stood, and associated laws for inheritance. You know what I inherited? Jack shit. Those deeds were nowhere to be found.
After living eight years sleeping most nights in cold wet grass under a bush or huddled next to a tree and clamping my own mouth shut to stop my teeth chattering or my whimpering in the night from drawing one of them close. I was to be expected to go back to work like nothing had happened. Like I didn’t watch my friends and family, and the random romances over the years starve, bleed out, or bite each other into oblivion. Oh, sure there were groups, and settlements, and old office buildings to squat in hiding from other bigger groups. I won’t say they weren’t better. They most definitely were. Somehow didn’t make them feel too great, but I must tell you there is nothing like the smell of musty dry carpet when you’re used to dirt and dew.
There was one time during the outbreak years that I don’t like to think about. It was early on. Maybe two years in? I’d been with a group I met in Tigard. They weren’t great people. But they were survivors. And I guess so was I. Well, we knocked over this smaller settlement once. The plan was to just go in and out. Threaten if needed. But there was a dozen of us, and four of them. Someone found a safe, though. And suddenly the guy leading the “operation” was waking up the sleeping people we were there to rob. And he held them hostage asking who knew the safe code. Once he found out who it was, he killed the rest.
“We only need the one with the code, and the rest would just come after us.” Cold as hell… or whatever. He got the code out of that guy and shot him too. You know what was in the safe? Property deeds! The people I was with used it for kindling. If only they’d known…
Anyway, the whole point of this rant is that now after living through that, I’m back working retail. Yes, retail! The good news is that though I worked retail in a shopping mall, it was an outdoor one. And in more good news, video games have made a comeback. Though, it’s mostly collectors who found surviving copies of preoutbreak games. I’ve spent my fair share as well. You know, I used to love video games like Call of Duty Black Ops II, or the Last of Us. But now? Fuck. That. Shit. I’d much rather a copy of Stardew Valley, or Sims. Any day of the week. And, yeah, I am no exception. Anyway, that’s how a copy of Kingdom Hearts 2.8 became the shop’s treasured game. Not even the one with the first two games. The one with a glorified preview, and an up-scaled handheld game.
Oh, and good fucking luck finding a PS5. That shit is $25k at least. Huh… I suppose I should address one thing that is rather different. Well, when we re-established the US, they went and reminted serialized American currency they decided to treat the whole period of the outbreak like a market crash. I suppose there is technically some truth to that, but all that really means is that the US took on a TON of debt retroactively to so of the most powerful countries that also have re-emerged. All that equals a LOT of inflation. And working PS5s are quite rare. Hence the price.
Well, I was working the other night, it was about 20 minutes to close. Had to go over and re-alphabetize the different sections. What’s funny is that since the used games we purvey in are so rare, it doesn’t take long. There’s like… ten games on the walls to alphabetize. At the same time, though, that almost made it worse when it was out of order, you know? After finishing up there, I caught some movement out of the glass door, and I saw something that made my blood run cold.
Three teenagers in torn clothing, and one bleeding and limping, but all three going full speed toward the door. They were running, and to me it looked like they were running from something. I pushed the door open and silently motioned them over to the door. When hiding in a formerly… I guess it’s not formerly anymore. But when you are dealing with a zombie outbreak, you learn to be quiet anywhere that was heavily populated.
My boss asked what I was doing before they got to the door and I glared hard and quietly shushed him. Derek was my boss, and the guy must have lived through his own bullshit because he got the picture right away. Behind the three teens, I thought I saw some movement in the dark. To be honest, I never stop feeling anxious and like I can see figures running at me from in the dark. Regardless I frantically waved them over, and finally after holding my breath and darting my eyes all over to see other movement, they reached me. I pulled them inside, closed the door, locked it, and reached up for the old metal gate. I used to use them all the time when hiding from zombies chasing me down. I snapped a nail in half snatching for the gate handle one time. Didn’t even notice until my breath slowed after I’d latched it. We never used it since the outbreak was done. It was rusty as hell and would get stuck. This time, my adrenaline had me pull it straight down with a sickening wrenching sound. I cringed sure that whatever zombies were chasing these kids, or people…
It really did seem like the zombies were coming back. Or were back. I could have sworn… well, it doesn’t matter really. When I asked the teens if they were chased by biters, they laughed at me, pulled out a gun and told me no. This was a robbery, there was no one chasing them. That’s when I realized I was suck being held up by three armed teens, and Derek was the manager. Meaning Derek knew the safe code, and not me.
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2024.05.22 05:00 Ukrainer_UA 5:03 EEST; The Sun is Rising Over Kyiv on the 819th Day of the Full-Scale Invasion. The Glorious History of the 92nd Assault Brigade, part one.

5:03 EEST; The Sun is Rising Over Kyiv on the 819th Day of the Full-Scale Invasion. The Glorious History of the 92nd Assault Brigade, part one.

The 92nd Assault Brigade, Part 1

Field insignia of the 92nd.
The Ukrainian army has undergone a significant transformation since the country regained independence: from the remnants of a Soviet structure, to powerful units that have been repelling Russian armed aggression for over 10 years. Soldiers have strengthened their might in battles, trained with Western colleagues, and continue to do so today.
One of the leading units, especially during the full-scale invasion by Russia, is the 92nd Assault Brigade named after Kozak Otaman Ivan Sirko. In this special documentary project "Units of Victory," we talk about the brigade’s combat achievements and the fiercest battles.
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Profile of the 92nd Assault Brigade named after Kozak Otaman Ivan Sirko
  • Branch: Ground Forces
  • Type: Mechanized Infantry
  • Year of Formation: 2000
  • Base Location: Village of Kluhyno-Bashkyrivka, Slobozhanshchyna
  • Command: Operational Command "East"
  • Anthem: Performed by the band "Tin Sontsya" (leader — Serhii Vasyliuk, who currently serves in the 130th Reconnaissance Battalion of the Territorial Defense Forces).
  • Symbol: The emblem features crossed stylized muskets of the Zaporozhian Cossacks (yanycharky) over the palisade of the Cossack Sich on a green background.
  • Motto: "Honor for us, glory to Ukraine!"
  • Social Media: Facebook, Instagram (links will be provided in the comments!)
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History of the Brigade's Formation and Early Combat Encounters
The 92nd Brigade was formed on the basis of the 6th Division of the National Guard of Ukraine, which had been part of the Armed Forces of Ukraine since 1999 and was called the 6th Mechanized Division. In 2000, the then-President of Ukraine, Leonid Kuchma, approved the creation of a new unit—the 92nd Mechanized Ropsha Brigade of the Orders of the October Revolution and the Red Banner. Thus, this year is considered the founding year of the 92nd Assault Brigade (92 OShBr).
The unit's name was changed in 2015 when the Ukrainian army began the process of decommunization. The brigade became the 92nd Mechanized Brigade. The honorary name—named after Kozak’s Otaman Ivan Sirko—was granted by President Volodymyr Zelenskyi in 2019.
The Brigade maintains close connection to the Kozaks and the Zaporozhian Sich as part of Ukrainian combat tradition. For example, the sleeve emblem features the muskets of the Zaporozhian Kozaks — yanycharky. These were commonly used among the Kozaks of Slobozhanshchyna—the region where the 92nd Brigade was formed and is based, and which Brigade’s defended in 2022 during the Kharkiv counteroffensive. During these events of the Russian-Ukrainian war, the Brigade's soldiers demonstrated their offensive capabilities, leading to the unit's designation changing from mechanized to assault in August 2023.
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In 2011, the 92nd Brigade, which was then preparing to protect state facilities during "Euro 2012" in Donetsk, faced significant reductions by the government and was slated for disbandment by 2015. However, the events of the Revolution of Dignity and the onset of Russian aggression in the East re-drew these plans. The Brigade's soldiers were able to demonstrate their effectiveness: in 2014, they participated in the attempt to break the encirclement of troops at Ilovaisk, fought in the areas around Stanytsia Luhanska, Shchastia, and along the Bakhmutka river. In 2015, the 92nd Brigade engaged in battle and captured two soldiers from the Russian Main Intelligence Directorate (GRU) and recaptured the town of Shchastia.
Since 2020, the Brigade has been led by Colonel Pavlo Fedosenko. From 2014 to 2015, he served in the volunteer battalion "Kryvbas," which was formed in response to Russian aggression by the residents of Kryvyi Rih. Pavlo participated in the battles of Ilovaisk and Debaltseve. He continued his military career in the 54th Mechanized Brigade, and later in the 92nd Assault Brigade (92 OShBr). The commander values the unit's soldiers for their cohesive work:
"This is a powerful Brigade with principles and traditions. Therefore, it was very easy to command this Brigade; there was no need to change or break any foundations. It was just a matter of leading and managing."
For Pavlo Fedosenko, it is important to be close to the personnel, understand the situation, and know what is happening on the front lines; otherwise, he says, he cannot make decisions. This has not changed since the Brigade was granted assault status. On the contrary, according to the commander, it adds to the responsibility as well as the prestige:
"First of all, it is prestigious for every warrior to be considered an assault soldier [...] Secondly, we are always at the forefront. Thirdly, we are at the spearhead of attacks. We are more often on the offensive than on the defensive. [...] Every warrior is proud to be an assault soldier."
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The Start of the Full-Scale Invasion: The Defense of Kharkiv
In 2022, the Brigade faced the Russian offensive along the entire border line in the Slobozhanshchyna and Donetsk regions. The invasion was not a surprise to them; the soldiers had been preparing for months, creating the illusion of troop deployments for the enemy. They also improved the level of training for their personnel: in November 2021, infantry and officers participated in the Combined Resolve XVI Exercises in Germany as part of an American battalion.
February 24, 2022, was more tumultuous for the 92nd Assault Brigade (92 OShBr) than anticipated, despite their readiness for enemy actions. They had to constantly relocate and establish new positions. According to the commander of the tank battalion, Oleksandr (call sign Phoenix), the start of the full-scale invasion felt like a movie:
"We were just near the military camp, standing in a grove. The funny thing was, we were near the RAA (Rocket and Artillery Armament) depots where ammunition is stored. We were essentially sitting on a powder keg. [...] We were lying in a tent, sleeping. One of our guys came in. At that time we already heard some 'bangs.' And we were like, 'Is it like fireworks.' It was something unclear, completely incomprehensible. He turned on the light, looked at all of us, and we were already lifting our heads, realizing something was happening. He said, 'Guys, this is no f’ fireworks.'"
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The military Brigades knew their objectives and had prepared defensive positions, but they couldn't occupy every one of them in time. The enemy advanced in a wide strip along the entire border, following military manuals to the letter. Artillery Brigade Commander Andrii recalls:
"At first, the enemy's artillery operated strictly by the book. They would bombard areas exactly as the manuals said, covering hectares with hundreds of shells, without discerning specific targets. I think they started the war using Soviet Union methods, as written in their combat regulations, showing no initiative, sparing no ammunition. They didn’t care about their own units or people, standing in a line. In the first week, they didn’t even try to hide. But I realized that when the Russians understood they were taking losses, they also wanted to live. [...] Something awakened in them, and they started to hide."
Brigade Commander Pavlo Fedosenko estimates that the initial force ratio in the Kharkiv direction was approximately 1:10 in favor of the occupiers. Ukrainian defenses had significant gaps that the Russians could have exploited if they had wanted to. Commander of the 4th Assault Battalion Petro was surprised that the enemy did not take advantage of this. The opponent moved as systematically matching the organized defense.
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One of the reasons for this could have been that the Russian soldiers genuinely believed they would be greeted in Kharkiv with flowers and happy cheers. As a result, they often did not plan their logistics carefully, losing equipment due to a lack of fuel and facing food shortages. Additionally, Ukrainian soldiers were not merely retreating; they were also managing to strike the enemy, engage in battles, and complicate the advancement of Russian columns as much as they could. The Brigade's artillery units constantly fired at the enemy, day and night. Commander of the Rocket Artillery Battery, Oleksii, with his division, struck Russian forces near the village of Pechenihy, close to Chuhuiv, on the first day. He and his mates were near the Pechenihy dam when they learned from intelligence that the enemy had once again set up pontoons and started crossing in columns. The artillerymen then opened fire.
"At that time, we weren't sure about the results of our fire. [...] We fired, and I heard the shells falling, a few seconds later I heard explosions, and I heard the detonation of ammunition. I understood then that it was 100% hitting enemy ammunition, not residential houses or fields. I realized we were doing something significant. Within the first 24 hours, I understood we had hit very well. A few days later, it became clear that our Division alone had destroyed three enemy columns. These were not just 10 vehicles each; they were kilometer-long columns."
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The 92nd Assault Brigade regrouped near Kharkiv and, together with other units, maintained the defense. Sometimes, clashes with the Russian army occurred within the city itself — the enemy managed to break through from the outskirts only once (they took positions on the ring road around the city). For example, soldiers from the Brigade were among those who fought against special forces in Kharkiv Specialized School No. 134 on February 27.
One of the key operations, according to the soldiers of the 92 Brigade, was the assault on the village of Mala Rohan, approximately 22 kilometers from Kharkiv. Lieutenant Colonel Oleh (callsign Barracuda) recalls that they faced well-prepared and equipped Russian troops. The enemy had heavy flamethrower systems (known in Russian as TOS) with thermobaric rockets that disperse an explosive substance which mixes with the air and detonates, as well as Nona towed artillery installations. According to Oleh, the Russian soldiers managed to establish a foothold in a wooded area between the road and Mala Rohan, where they held out for quite some time before retreating after a battle.
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However, this assault was pivotal, demonstrating to both the soldiers of the 92nd Brigade and the Russians that Ukrainians could and would not only defend but also go on the offensive. Brigade Commander Pavlo Fedosenko emphasized:
"The entire war is difficult. It was harder in the early days to break the enemy. Transitioning to a counteroffensive, moving on to Mala Rohan—these were the most challenging moments. When we had to overcome, when we had to rise, stand up, and move forward. After we went forward, we realized that we were capable, that the enemy was not as terrifying and strong as portrayed. After this, we continue to move forward and will keep advancing until victory."
During the defense of Kharkiv, the 92nd Brigade captured its first prisoners. Commander of the 4th Assault Battalion Petro said:
"Our first prisoners turned out not to be Russians, but our Ukrainians from the occupied territories. These were 18-20-year-old guys from Makiivka, Donetsk, and Yasynuvata. Students. We talked to them about how just yesterday they could travel anywhere across Europe. Their parents came to visit them from Europe. [...] And all of this ceased to exist in an instant."
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He was most surprised by the number of Ukrainians recruited into the ranks of the Russian Federation. Among the Russian prisoners, there were both experienced soldiers and newly mobilized ones. They all had a common explanation for their presence in another country's territory. According to the Brigade Commander Pavlo Fedosenko, all the captured Russians claimed they were on exercises and didn't know where they were going.
In those early days, the main thing was for Kharkiv to be defended. Major Oleksandr (callsign Skat), Commander of the 22nd Motorized Infantry Battalion, believes that it helped significantly that most of the Brigade's soldiers were from Slobozhanshchyna. They understood they were defending their own land:
"Nobody wanted, nobody, nobody even had the thought to abandon Kharkiv, to retreat somewhere, to leave."
According to Pavlo Fedosenko, the successful defense of Kharkiv was also possible thanks to unity. Soldiers from different Brigades and units worked together, supported by police, territorial defense, and volunteers who promptly responded to requests, while civilians provided situational updates:

"Everyone fought. Everyone who could hold a weapon. Those who couldn't hold a weapon—the phones were 'red hot.' People helped, called: 'The enemy is there, we see them there, we see them there.' And not just from Kharkiv, from the entire region. 'There’s a column, there’s something'—[they told us]. Accordingly, everything was promptly responded to, processed, and fire damage was inflicted."

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Join us later in the week for Part 2!
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The 819th day of a nine year invasion that has been going on for centuries.
One day closer to victory.

🇺🇦 HEROYAM SLAVA! 🇺🇦

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2024.05.22 04:59 OkSwordfish5566 [A4A] “The Unusuals” (Roleplay with an Avengers-style Universal Monster Horror twist~!)

Have you ever been warned of a boogeyman as a child? Of creatures that go bump in the night? As you mature with age, you may begin to draw the conclusion that these were mere fairytales; ways to keep you from misbehaving. The beast that came for your hand after you were caught with it in the cookie jar, or the monster that lurked at the bottom of the lake coming out to feast on you for staying out in the water for too long. But in the end- these weren’t harmless- right? They only served to keep those rambunctious devils in order. None of these true devils really did exist- right..?
The world of Universia exists separate from our own- but a gate is on the cusp of being opened to connect the two dimensions. One houses man, the other? The creatures found within the depths of man’s nightmares. Every spike, tooth, and nail a familiar memory representing the deterrents of bad behavior. Monsters are real; some are kind, while others uphold the reputation that humanity’s stories have given them. The tyrannical Dracula, ruler of the upper class of vampires— thus holding primary power in Universia, seeks to unite the Overworld with its demonic counterpart. However, his son, Alucard, chooses to defy his father’s wishes and plans to recruit all that he can who share his vision in a united society. A society united through brotherhood, not fear.
((Hey, hey~! So, as you can probably tell, this is an incredibly silly idea. But it’s an idea I am interested in flushing out— and so am also looking for others who would possibly be interested in creating an over-the-top story of violent fun still with room for compelling characters. We can discuss the specifics, of course! I gave a very barebones establishment because I’d love for us to have similar levels of input so it’s fun for all!
-Starr
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2024.05.22 04:56 Ok_Honeydew_1946 Is it normal to get locked out of your cabin for hours during deck cleaning?

So I recently got back from a cruise and it was my first one. I was supposed to go with my ex, but obviously didn’t, so I soloed it. I was already nervous going into all of this solo for the first time. On the night before the “fun day at sea” they placed notes on the door handles that there would be a deck cleaning the next day. I was kinda frustrated I wouldn’t be able to use my balcony for hours on the day at sea, but nothing I could do about it.
That morning I got up around 8:00 to go get breakfast. I didn’t shower yet or put on sunscreen. I just went in leggings and an t-shirt. I wanted to get to the burrito place before the line got long and then go back shower and get ready for the day. Well around 8:30 I go back to my room and they have a cord running through it hooked up to some machine they were using to clean the balcony. So my cabin door was wide open for everyone to see my lovely bra and undies on the floor near my bed. I ran in cleaned up my cloths and stepped out on the deck to ask how long they would be. They said 30 minutes. I grabbed my book and went to sit on serenity deck to read for a bit. An hour goes by I start to feel my skin getting a little red because I don’t have on sunscreen. I return to my room. They are still using it to run their cord through with the door wide open. I again ask how much longer. They again say 30 minutes. So I go to the casino for an hour. I return to my room. They are still in there. At this point I start to have an anxiety attack and cry out of frustration. I go down to the customer service deck upset. They get them out of there and I finally got to shower and get ready for the day at 11:00 now.
This really left an awful taste in my mouth about cruising in general. Is this type of stuff normal? Just getting kicked out your room for hours with no warning? Has anyone else experienced this? Do balcony cleanings always happen on sea days?
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2024.05.22 04:54 imakesignalsbigger 5k Race Report: Testing fitness after a couple crappy months

Race: West Seattle 5k
Location: Seattle, WA
Stretch goal: sub 19:00
A goal: PR (<19:12)
B goal: sub 20:00
C goal: Finish
Time: 19:07
Splits
Mile Split
1 5:50
2 6:12
  1. 6:27
    0.1 5:54 (pace)
Pre-race
Posted here a few weeks ago for advice on how to balance running and a full time job with a bouncing toddler. Got some really great advice and the general gist was that it is nearly impossible to balance it all until kiddo gets a bit older. I decided to focus on 5ks/10ks for a while, since I don't have time for high mileage and I'm disproportionately better at these distances, so why not enjoy it right?
Having a toddler in daycare, I was sick from early March through the beginning of May with multiple colds and a case of strep. I signed up for a local high school 5k and decided to use it as a fitness test to see where I was at after a crappy couple months of low mileage.
Race
The night before the race, I started to get ambitious. My PR was 19:12 and I started thinking maybe sub 19:00 was within reach.
Morning of the race was nothing special. Luckily the race started at 9:30AM, so I didn't need to wake up super early. Woke up around 6:45 and quickly scarfed down my race morning special of toast with PB, bananas and honey. Realized that we ran out of coffee pods and shared the last cup with my wife. I jokingly told her that if I ended up a few seconds over sub-19, it would be because I gave her half my coffee!
Got to the race and realized the roads were all blocked off within a couple miles of the race. Shoutout out to me for not reading the pre-race info. Thankfully, I planned to arrive a bit early in case something like this happened. Ended up finding parking a few miles a way and decided to bake the run from the car to the start line into my warm-up. Did about 1.5 miles and called it good enough.
The plan was to go out at 6:05 for mile 1 and try to even split. Well, the high school's XC team was leading the pack and I got too ambitious trying to hang with them. When I saw 5:50 after mile 1, I was stoked because it felt hard, but not like I overcooked it too. Sub-19 was looking pretty likely. Decided to take my foot off the gas slightly on mile 2 since I had some time banked. This was an out and back course, and at the turnaround, I quickly realized I was in trouble. There was a STRONG headwind and I started feeling like I was being waterboarded. I eeked out a 6:12 in Mile 2 and started doing the math - if I could hold this pace, sub-19 was in the bag.
My legs were doing okay, but the strong headwind had me gasping hard for air. It was now a mental battle. Everything within me was begging me to stop and walk. I decided to compromise and slow down slightly. I could see sub-19 start slipping away and decided that I needed to go for a PR at this point. My vision start going blurry, but I was less than 400m away from the finish and started to make the final push. So.much.pain.
Almost collapsed at the finish line in 19:07. PR in the bag!
Post-Race
I stuck around for a bit to cheer on other finishers and enjoy my post-race banana and water. Did a nice cool down run back to the car and headed home. My family called to ask the result and were ecstatic for me.
I felt great that, despite a few 10 mile weeks, my fitness was still there! However, the itch to go sub-19 was now ignited within me and I started mapping out my next race. Working on enjoying the moment, though. Really happy to have a new PR, even if just a few seconds.
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2024.05.22 04:43 Afraid-Company-8313 Way me why did I get the worst

At have triggers in this short story...My parents will be addressed as my abusers one of my two brothers will be called affect sex offender the other brother will be called a molester who molested me my sister is going to be called I take everything way too serious she's a b**** so she's bitch growing up we were in a very abusive home where we each got our own way of abuse from our deezers I have an older brother and another sister from my mother first married I am my first born to my father and the firstborn grandchild on my father's side I have another brother he followed me 18 months later and I was pretty mean to him I saw man digging it up dumpster and My dumb brother asked what he was doing I said he's probably looking for you because that's where we found you and my abusers would abuse me all the time I literally memorized my Pepe's phone number so I would pack my Barbie suitcase and I would sit on the curb by a sewer line where I wasn't supposed to sit but I would stay at my grandparents' house for days months I did private school through them I went to regular school through town I would be the one to call 911 on my grandfather when he went into the hospital that day plays everyday in my head and he makes me cookie and all he would say is Cookie get the elephant off my chest get the elephant off my chest I knew it wasn't going to be good and I was right he was roughly in the hospital a couple of weeks and he passed he passed in the middle of the night this is when I realized I was in bath at the age of 12 he came to me he said he loves me and he said that he will always be by my side and protect me and yes they just were the other person I miss in my family is the closest I had with my uncles and cousins due t my abusers they turn the family on me cuz apparently whatever my abuser says went down exactly how they say it but they never told them what they did to me there's one thing that goes in my head and it pis me off my abusers is things in front of my siblings and I I remember one of my siblings getting beat up I remember a sibling nail it kneeling in the kitchen on rice I remember another sibling getting away with absolutely everything the sex offender the molester was forced out of the home because I had a big mouth and I was telling everybody the state I came from was Massachusetts and they failed to me I moved to Florida with my other abuser to meet my other abuser you had one of my siblings with her all I have to say is a sex offender is held at a higher standard in my family then someone who committed robberies with no weapon I'm not saying I'm right and I'm not saying I'm wrong I'm saying I did my time no I didn't go find God in jail for prison that's not why I went to do my time my time was to do 27 months it wasn't to find God I was supposed to rehab and I didn't do that because they are idiot Florida correctional institution is insane and I am happy to say that me and a nurse closed Broward county institution for women due to the neglect the living conditions the rats the cockroaches the bed bugs the spider bites I have so many scars from them that it's insane as an intention in my leg where the brown recluse spider bite ate the muscle in my leg and when they would take the dressing off they would have to put a white cheek close by because the pus and the nasty muscle that turned into pus and turned into deteriorating muscles I thank her everyday and I wish wish I knew where she was so I could give her a great big hug and tell her thank you for sticking by me they transferred her because I made a mistake and gave her a hug out on compound and they transferred her to a different person but other inmates for telling me she was giving them messages to tell me she wasn't giving up on me and that she was still looking into it I owe her everything the little bit of time that I had with this nurse showed me love remorse didn't judge me and admired me for owning everything I did ruining my children to get life ruining my own life making my husband and my life difficult my stepson is never happy with me anymore there's nothing I can do and I'm not going to fight it no more I don't care I'm not going to let it bother me the past is the past I learned my lesson I got out in 2005 have not been in trouble with the loss jail and prison for hell and I'm never going back there's nothing that anybody could do to make me want to go back ever again and I'm withholding 2005 to present day 2024 clean off drugs sober off of I've been off drugs I haven't relapsed I'm a very proud of myself and I hope that I inspire somebody to tell their story of abuse and a correctional institution and I will look into it and I'll see what I can do to make the situation better Florida is not known for their wonderful persons in jails their roads infested their nasty they make the inmates live in unconditional situations I want to put my dog in the guards overstep their boundaries every which way we could insulted you made you feel like you were nobody you already took my freedom you're going to take myself to steam too then lock up the whole fat was just a trip and a half every time they could they would put me in the hole why I wasn't doing anything you know why because I found out that people were going around after they found out with my charges were I wonder who he told people that the person guards only knew what I did the inmates wanted to do them and every time something came up missing in a pot I was in it was my fault and didn't even matter it couldn't even be my and I would get in trouble because they said I stole and I never in a million years stole anything from anybody I had my own money coming in and I was buying my own things and my story will continue because it's not over yet......
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2024.05.22 04:42 PerformerExtra1768 28(M) got physical with close friend 29(F)

Background- 3 years ago I stopped for Starbucks before going to the gym. There was this really fit chick waiting in line, I complimented her legs and asked if we knew each other. It turns out we went to high school together. Flirted a lil bit until I convinced her to come work out with me. We hit legs, our chemistry was through the roof and she lifted heavy. Everything was going fine until the end of the workout when she told me she had a boyfriend. I was pretty confused by the whole situation. We didn’t have any interaction for a few months after this until she signed up for my gym. We began working out together again and became really close friends. It was very easy to talk to hebe myself. We were playing with fire, we were both clearly attracted to each other but never talked about . We spent the next year working out together, trying new restaurants, and pushing the boundaries of friendship. Shit hit the fan randomly when we decided to go out for sushi & drinks together. We were pretty hammered on a bench when things started to get steamy. Gonna keep it pg and say we got pretty physical on the bench and then we went back to my car. We had a really awkward talk later that night and decided we should limit how much time we spent together. It didn’t last too long as we were back to working out semi frequently.
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2024.05.22 04:41 The_All_Father4300 Mahito and the power that mirrors mankind itself. An in depth scaling made by me

Mahito and the power that mirrors mankind itself. An in depth scaling made by me
So, I made a post recently about me thinking Mahito is underrated and if I should make a post on my personal scaling for him and I got a very positive response on that post, so here I am to make my personal scaling of Mahito and why I think he is a solid contender to be inside the top 10 of the verse even after so many time since his departure on the story.
So, there are a total of 5 main categories one needs to touch when scaling a character: strength, durability/resistence, speed, intelligence and abilities. I will tackle all of them in 1 or more paragrapths, having this explained let me begin:
How strong is Mahito?
First category and easiest to answer, how strong is Mahito? Well, for starters lets break a misconception here, Mahito is most definetly NOT relative to Yuji and Todo in most of his stats, he scales much higher and strength is not different. Going for the first image and feat of strength now Mahito is able to knock Ultimate Mechamaru with a punch, Kokichi points out that if he takes more hits like that Mahito will break through Mechamaru's armor, which he later does in the fight, breaking into Mechamaru's cabin with another punch. This alone should already put Mahito's strength above Shibuya Yuji's as his best feat of strength in the whole Shibuya arc is be able to throw a car at Jiro on the second image which quite less impressive than knocking a giant armored Mechamaru and breaking in with 2 hits.
Third image, Mahito casually sent Yuji flying with a punch and said that if he "put his back into it a little more" he would have splitted Yuji's skull, implying that he didnt straight-up one-shotted Yuji bcs he wasnt trying much, its also good to remember that Mahito had a duplicate when this happened which means Mahito was weaker by an unknown ammount, arguably not much tho considering his duplicate was so weak that Nobara could fight against it for a bit.
Fourth and fifth image Mahito also scales above his Polymorphic Soul Isomer, a transfigured human so strong that not only punched Todo through a building but made him ricochet both on the ceiling and the ground multiple times, Mahito not only should scale above him since he is the one that created PSI(Polymorphic Soul Isomer) but because he directly did way more damage to Todo with his black flash, now, you might say that this is an outlier since black flashes are way more powerful than a normal punch, and I would agree with you... If It wasnt by the fact that Todo used all his cursed energy to reinforce the place that Mahito would hit with black flash while he didnt reinforced himself at all when he received the attack from PSI, so Mahito's BF did way more damage than PSI punch even if Todo used all his cursed energy to defend against the first one and none against the second one, which should mean regular punch from Mahito > PSI punch.
Sixth and last image to scale his physical strength and the most impressive feat, final form Mahito created a huge crater by simply slamming Yuji against the ground. Now this feat is crazy, ppl dont seem to grasp how immense this crater is, but this image showcases well how enormous this crater is, as the seemingly small pipes on the right are actually gigantic when the page zooms on Mahito and Yuji, Mahito height on his regular form is 1,85 meters according to the fanbook but ISBODK Mahito is a bit taller so I put his height at approximately 2 meters, comparing Mahito's height with that part of the pipe behind him and using it to calc the size of the crater I came to the conclusion that this crater is AT LEAST 20 meters deep and have 30 meters of diameter, Mahito slammed Yuji through 20 meters of concrete and earth/stone and created a crater with the diamater of 30 meters, I kid you not that in terms of pure showcase of strength this is only behind Yuki punching Kenjaku thought the Sunyata barrier, no one aside from Sukuna, Gojo and Yuki have a better feat of strength, not Yuji, not Toji, not Maki, not Hakari, not Kashimo, not Ishigori, no one other than the 3 characters I mentioned have a better showcasing of strength than Mahito and he was already operating bellow 40% of his strength, perhaps even bellow 10% considering just prior to this he got hit by a black flash from Yuji on the face right after using his domain (talking about Yuji, I have no idea how this man survived this, he was probably operating at 1% or lower after he got hit by this ngl.)
Well, now that I think I covered all the relevant points about Mahito's strength I think I can go for the next point:
How durable/resistant is Mahito?
When it comes to durability Mahito is also a beast and we dont even need to go far to understand why.
Mahito is directly stated to be more durable than Choso's armor as we can see on the eight image, the same armor that greatly reduced the damage Choso would receive from Sukuna's black flash on nineth image, is good to also remember that earlier Choso got easily impaled by Sukuna's bare hands, so the fact his black flash didnt completely pierced through Choso's body shows how much Choso's armor mitigated the damage he would receive, Choso's armor also scales above Hanami's durability which is regarded as one of the most durable characters of the whole verse, now you might think: "But this is post training, Choso's armor is likely more durable." But I think thats unlikely, Sukuna comments on the progress of everyone he notices progressed such as Higuruma, Yuji and Yuta but he never does any comment regarding Choso's techniques, not a single comment on how piercing blood seemed faster than the last time or his armor being toughter than before, so it should be safe to assume that Choso progressed as a sorcerer by learning RCT and simple domain, but his blood manipulation techniques didnt got any better than they were.
Even when it comes to actual damage to his soul directly Mahito is also pretty tanky, he took a resonance from Nobara that directly harmed his soul, got a combo from Yuji for 4 pages straight without being able to move or reinforce himself with CE, got his clone destroyed, received a black flash from Yuji then received another black flash from Yuji on the face right after using his domain and then still survived a black flash where Yuji himself stated he would put all his cursed energy into It. So even Mahito's soul is very durable and resistant, and the durability of Mahito's soul also increases with the durability of Mahito's body taking into consideration that Yuji's normal punches did 0 damage to Mahito's soul after he transformed into ISBODK.
With the scaling of Choso's blood armor and ISBODK scaling above it I think its easy to say Mahito is also one of the most durable characters of the verse, around Ishigori or base Rika levels of durability, personally I think he is slightly more durable than them. Up to the next topic!
How fast is Mahito?
Now, this is a topic many people say Mahito is greatly outclassed, but lets see what he can put on the table here!
Mahito can outrun, outmaneuver and dodge Mechamaru's Pigeon Viola while the same also tries to punch him on image 10, that should scale dead even with Yuta dodging multiple smaller granite blasts on page 11.
Mahito was also able to dodge a point blank Ultra Cannon with only a burn on a part of his face.
Mahito is also the only one among the disaster curses that actually dodges a physical attack from Gojo, besides him all of them get punched, kicked or grabbed when Gojo tries to do so.
There are more feats of reaction speed from Mahito but those you will see soon in another category, whats important to know is that Mahito should have a reaction speed and movement speed compared to base Sendai Yuta before the 200% amp, which means that at his final form Mahito should have a movement speed and reaction speed twice as fast, very good, but it isnt absurd when compared to the top tiers of the verse. Next category.
How smart is Mahito?
Mahito is one of the smartest characters of the verse, he is a quick learner, creative and with very high adaptability, one of the best showing of this is how quickly Mahito catches on and adapts to boogie woogie, a technique that he himself states that its disorienting even when you know how it works, but through the fight he correctly guessed when and with who Todo is going to swap him with, we can see that on images 14, where despite Todo swapping places with Mahito, Mahito is the one that ends up catching onto it and hitting both Todo and Yuji, then we have page 15, where despite getting swapped with Yuji, Mahito is still one step ahead and duplicates himself so he won't get damaged and page 16 where Todo swaps Mahito's place twice in a row but Mahito can still see it coming and blocks Yuji when Todo swaps him with his clone(all of this are both feats of adaptability and reaction speed). We also see how much of a quick learner Mahito is when he copies Gojo's move of expanding the domain for 0.2 seconds on page 17 and this was the third time Mahito ever expanded his domain on his LIFE even Megumi who is also deemed as a genious throughout the series isnt that smart and fast to learn(Mahito's 0.2 domain is also extremely fast, when the same move was used by Gojo It caught Mahito, Jogo and Choso before they could react and Jogo could have used domain amplification to protect himself from UV, so its just a matter of very few characters having enough reaction speed to clash against or protect themselves). Creativity wise you can just use any time Mahito uses idle transfiguration as an example, really, I could spend the whole day talking about It. So another time, Mahito is again among the very best of the verse when it comes to his attributes. Last category.
How powerful are Mahito's abilities?*
This one should be a category I shouldnt spend much time on, If there's something everyone agrees is that idle transfiguration is one of the most powerful techniques of the verse, It makes Mahito virtually invulnerable to any kind of damage that doesn't affect his soul as he himself said multiple times as we can see on image 18 for example and that by itself is already a huge problem on his base form, but on his final form Mahito is top 5 most durable characters of the verse, give him invulnerability on top of that makes Mahito already invincible for most characters of the series, If that wasnt enough be aware that as a disaster curse Mahito's cursed energy reserves are massive, the same used his cursed technique for the whole night, transfigured way more than 1000 humans, kept changing his body, used other techniques like soul multiplicity and used his stock of transfigured humans till the very end, attack him until he runs out of cursed energy isnt reliable at all, you will surely die first most of the time. Talking about transfigured humans, those are the main stock for mahito to use his other techniques, like body repel and Polymorphic Soul Isomer and at his peak on Shibuya Mahito had 1000 of them under his direct control on the subway station, there's an argument to be made that all the transfigured humans on the entirety of Shibuya were under Mahito's control, and that would give him a near endless stock of transfigured humans for him to use as he wish, but even without going for this line of thinking Mahito still had many transfigured humans stocked inside him, allowing him to create many Polymorphic Soul Isomers, use body repel many times, and use his transfigured humans on the most unique ways such as using them as a machine gun, setting up traps, creating walls to make the opponent lose his sight and much more. Lasts things I want to adress about idle transfiguration is some arguments people use against Mahito and the technique, the first one and easiest to dismiss is that Mahito couldnt one tap Nanami and that means Mahito would need way more hits against stronger characters, making the technique lose its effectiveness, for one to understand this is a complete misconception look no further than Mahito vs Mechamaru, a grade 1 sorcerer much, much more powerful than Nanami who had temporary special grade sorcerer output/firepower and still got one tapped by Mahito, the reason why Mahito didnt killed Nanami with one touch before is because at that time Mahito was way weaker than he is at Shibuya, he barely knew how to use his technique and didnt even had a domain yet, he got exponentially more powerful between his first fight with Nanami and his fight with Mechamaru and 200% more powerful than that on his strongest state at Shibuya, so idle transfiguration is indeed extremely lethal even for extremely powerful sorcerers, the other argument against Mahito that some people use is that reincarnated sorcerers can hurt Mahito's soul, and that isnt true and was pratically confirmed on image 19 where we have a flashback to Yuji and Choso talking about souls and how Yuji and Sukuna are exceptions for being able to interact with would like they do because Choso can't even feel the soul of his vessel and Yuji says that thats because of the massive gap of cursed energy between the cursed object and the vessel, meaning that Choso and almost all the reincarnated sorcerers can't interact with the soul and cannot hurt Mahito's soul because of that. And again, Mahito have one of the most powerful and versatile abilities of the verse.
Now, does it even make sense for Mahito to actually be this powerful? Well, according to Gege's own opinion on image 20, yes, considering that he said Kenjaku, the widely regarded as third strongest character of the verse, would have a really hard time on a fight against Mahito (as well as Jogo.). So seriously guys, what are you all waiting to start putting Mahito on your top 10? One of the strongest characters on the series, one of the most durable on the series, speed good enough to keep up with anyone in the series that isnt Sukuna and Gojo, one of the smartest on the series and with one of the most powerful abilities on the series, Mahito is an all around beast who deserves recognition for his power, stats and brains.
And with this I end my analysis, thank you for everyone that read this until the very end and above all I hope this comment section is respectful because I spent quite a lot of time on this research and it mentally tired me lol.
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2024.05.22 04:39 Cine_Wolf Recent Acquisitions - An eclectic mix as always. Some Blues and 4K in the pics - I haven't cracked open the new 4 packs yet, but I see that I should based on some folks reporting missing disks. I believe that all but the 4packs are deep discount sales or 2nd hand as I am a cheap collector :)

Recent Acquisitions - An eclectic mix as always. Some Blues and 4K in the pics - I haven't cracked open the new 4 packs yet, but I see that I should based on some folks reporting missing disks. I believe that all but the 4packs are deep discount sales or 2nd hand as I am a cheap collector :) submitted by Cine_Wolf to dvdcollection [link] [comments]


2024.05.22 04:38 Heinrichzy49 I complete my first Ballroom Competition literally on my birthday last weekend and here are my experiences and thoughts

Last weekend I made my debut of my first Ballroom Competition. Overall it was a truly remarkable experience for me and I did learn a lot though.
I was actually very hesitant regarding these kind of dance competition in the beginning, since I prefer to dance the music I like the most (In this case classsical music). However when I saw the competition date was my birthday. I decided to give a shot and registered the competition as a unique birthday celebration therefore I signed up as a lead for the standard ballroom only because I cannot dance latin ballroom (Another reason is that I am also an amateur classical pianist for 20 years so that's why I chose to dance only standard ballroom initially).
Friday night it was a bit tense for me, because I didn't signed up as a couple, I have to find a dance partner onsight. They provide three dance search round, where you dance with different people and if you think it is a good match you registered as a couple. However for some reason I completely missed the second round and I have to redo it in last round and I still didn't find a partner after the last round. Luckily the organisator still let us to choose the dance partner without dancing with each other so this is not a big issue, just a slight inconvenince for me and less training time with your dance partner than other couples.
Saturday was the competition, we do have a Quali round, first round and a round for redance. I was in the lowest level group after the Quali. It was an unusal experience to dance in my birthday and I really want to get something out of it in order to give myself a fantastic birthday experience. Unfortunately that was a small disappointment for me because I was two points short in total for the second round and I got eliminated. Considering 41 out of 54 couples went to the second round, that didn't look good for me though. (Last time I got knocked out in first round was long time ago, around 2014 in one of my piano competition though). After that I watched open latin since some of my teammates are competiting in that group and (and most of them did get really good results so congrats to them) and I went back home on Saturday night.
Overall it was a fantastic and unique experience, but a bit imperfect knowing that I was dancing in my birthday I didn't get the result which I want. Also some other important things to notice such as how juries judge you (Which is totally different than the piano competition I have ever played in my life) and this might be a bit hard to adjust for me.
In addition, I also notice that waltz music in the competition a bit too static, especially lacking of rubato, ritardando, accerando and also lacking of some sophisticated melody lines with crescendo and diminuendo with different articulations (It really seems like a waltz without a heart though because if you listen to, or even play the waltz from Chopin, Johann Strauss, Brahms or Tchaikovsky, they all have these things, especially rubatos and sophisticated melody lines). This also bugged me a bit, maybe they do that intentionally?



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2024.05.22 04:35 EclosionK2 The Horrify Film Festival Yxperience

The HRRFY.
It’s the horror movie festival where something genuinely fucked happens every year. And I mean every year.
Like, there are some screenings that unleash hordes of bats while the movie is playing. You're free to leave whenever you want, but the movie will still play for 2 hours and 15 minutes.
Other screenings hire actors to turn at you and scream at some point in the movie. You have no idea when, or how many times.
It's a festival where the word "illegal" can't even begin to describe what happens. You'd only attend if you were a young, stupid edgelord like me who was trying to prove he was hardcore to his friends.
Trust me. DO NOT GO.
You have nothing to prove to anyone. Don't be stupid.
Wait for the lamer film versions to come out streaming. That's what everyone else does. They're neutered edits but they're fine.
All they lack is the real gleaming thing everyone wants to see at HRRFY, but who cares. At least you don’t get traumatized. At least you’re not risking your life.
Anyway, if you really want to know what attending HRRFY is like. I’ll be quick and summarize the one screening I went to. It was the 20th anniversary, and I was lucky enough to get in.
***
I had signed up for the HRRFY mailing list, and joined the subreddit. Through a series of cryptic online emails I solved a sequence of riddles and was entered in the lottery for a HRRFY entry.
Lady Luck took a shine to me, because one day in my mailbox, I received a physical ticket. I had done it.
I was going.
The actual ‘ticket’ was a black USB key that announced the location of the festival the night before (which I won’t disclose here) and it did force me to pay for a very expensive flight in order for me to make it on time.
You see, to prevent getting shut down, the location of HRRFY changes every year. Some years the local police have managed to stop it, but for the most part, authorities have given up. What’s the point of arresting or charging anyone, if all the organizers and attendees actually want to be there?
Upon arrival, I had to pick between three participating theaters.
Based on title alone, I decided to go see “Many Drownings” (directed by Oleksander Gołański.) It was in the theater that was furthest away from the downtown core, which meant it was likely the one where the craziest shit was bound to happen.
That’s what I came here for right?
I lined up a solid two hours before the screening like everyone else. The entire line was jittering, just vibrating with excited twenty-somethings. Rumors flew left and right.
“I heard they’re going to force everyone to take acid.”
“I heard an actor’s gonna run in and shotgun the ceiling.”
“I heard they’re going to disappear like four more people this year. At this screening!”
Each year people disappeared. And each year the same people were ‘found.’ And yes this is the worst part, and why should never, ever, ever go to this event.
Again I will repeat myself. DO NOT GO.
No one has ever truly gone 'missing' at HRRFY in any legal or physical sense, because every missing person always shows up a day later, convinced that they are fine—refusing to elaborate further.
There are some small support groups for people who have family members who had gone to HRRFY, and came back irrevocably changed after being ‘found.’
These few unlucky people lose all semblance of personality. They don’t want interviews, or help, or therapy, or contact of any kind. And they never, ever want to talk about what they saw.
Some HRRFY fans think that these ‘found’ people were body-snatched. Cloned in a lab or replaced by a cyborg, or something stupid like that.
But I think there’s a far simpler explanation. The ‘found’ are still the same people. They're just terrified. They got shaken by something that shattered the foundation of their mind, body and soul. They got too scared.
They got HRRFY’d.
***
I should mention I had a cough the day I went. And I was worried my sickly appearance might give me trouble at the airport.
So I invested in an intense double N95 mask which I wore for the whole flight, and continued to wear even at the screening of “Many Drownings.”
It made my face hot and uncomfortable, but it still didn’t stop me from yelling “excuse me, excuse me!” as I ran to snag a seat in the back of the theater.
I always preferred sitting in the far back. You get a good view of the whole screen, and a good view of the whole audience.
Beside me sat a big dude named Sylvester, who apparently flew all the way from Australia to attend HRRFY.
“Worth the full Seventeen hours mate! It’s gonna be epic!” he dropped a massive camping backpack beside me, which I assume contained all of his luggage.
The lights dimmed, and the production company logos started to play.
The whispering, giggling and suspense all stacked upon each other to create an electric feeling in the air. I was giddy. It's like the entire audience was embarking on a massive roller coaster.
The anticipation was the best part for sure. It might have been the only good part.
Then the movie started.
It was a wide shot of a gray, stormy sea. The waves were massive, and the thunderclouds were looming. There was no land visible in any direction.
All we could hear was the sound of waves foaming, swirling, and crashing over and over. Lightning crackled. Rain poured. The camera held perfectly still over this storm as if it was mounted on a perfectly hovering drone. A drone so resilient that it didn’t waver at all.
I thought it had to be CGI.
The shot held like this for the next few moments. Everyone sat glued to their seats. Everyone was thinking the same thing.
What’s going to happen? How are they going to scare us?
People chuckled. People cheered. People wanted to tease whatever was going to happen—to happen already.
But nothing did.
Five, ten, maybe fifteen minutes went by without any change. People started snoring.
I looked beside me and saw that Sylvester—the most excited audience member of them all—had fallen totally asleep. The jet lag must’ve gotten to him.
Then I peered beyond the rest of the audience members and saw other people snoozing too. Heads were keeled over, some people were curled in their seats, some had even spilled out into the aisle and were dozing on the floor.
I looked above the bright screen, at the huge vents in the corner of the theater. I saw a faint white gas emerging from the vents.
Holy shit. What have we been breathing? I tightened the straps on my N95 mask, and made my breathing shallower.
The gas must have been pumping since the opening credits—because how else would an audience of two hundred people all fall asleep?
As I moved my hand through the air in front of me, I could sense the thickness. It was definitely hazier than usual. I took the scarf off my neck and wrapped it around my mouth as well.
Then I spotted movement in front of the screen.
It was a tall blonde man, wearing a black trenchcoat and military-grade gas mask. Beside him arrived six hazmat suits who started pointing at various audience members.
I slunk in my chair, pretending to sleep like everyone else.
Two hazmats walked over to the front row and picked out a sleeping guy in flannel. They lifted flannel up, under the armpits and by his ankles, carrying him between them both like a hammock.
The hazmats walked back up to the stage, where the blonde leader inspected the flannel man and tapped his head. Something was approved?
The hazmats began to swing flannel back and forth, as if they were getting ready to toss him. Despite their masks, I could hear a very muffled, very distant countdown.
Three…”
Two…”
One…”
The flannel audience member was tossed into the screen.
I literally watched him fly into the image of stormy waves … andfallinto them. The flannel man sank into the gray water like a rock, leaving a few bubbles and foam. A wave came crashing down. All trace of him was gone.
What the fuck.
All six hazmats began grabbing more audience members with much more urgency. It became a minute-long process where they would pick the sleeping person up, bring them beside the screen, and then swing-toss them into it.
How was this possible?
I turned slightly to see if there was a projector above me, and realized there was none. Which meant maybe there was no screen on stage.
Which meant … maybe it was a portal?
I tried to wake Sylvester by shaking him. I pinched his leg and arm a bunch.
He was out cold.
The hazmats started grabbing audience members from the middle rows now. They were emptying the whole theater. What the hell was I supposed to do?
I waited until they grabbed another batch, only a few rows down from me. When all hazmats had their backs turned—I broke into a run.
With my left arm, I tightly gripped my mask and scarf against my face, while my right arm vaulted me over seat after seat.
I had never breathed so hard—through so much fabric—in my life.
The hazmats all turned to me. “Hey! Hey!” But their hands were full with their next victims.
I ran all the way down the aisle, to the big exit sign on the left. My heartbeat filled my head. My plan was to dropkick through the exit door.
I imagined myself breaking through like some flying gazelle.
I jumped.
I angled my kick.
It might as well have been a brick wall. I fell ass-first to the ground, followed by my head. Of course the door was locked.
Through a muffled mask I heard a sneering scoff.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Above me stood the one wearing a trenchcoat. I could see his piercing gray eyes through his gas mask.
I rolled aside and tried to run by him. He lifted a foot and tripped me without effort.
My forehead bashed into an empty seat. It dazed me.
The blonde leader bent down and grabbed me by the neck, tearing away my scarf and mask.
“No! No!”
A sweet, ether-like smell filled my nostrils. I did my best to hold my breath, but I could already feel myself getting light-headed.
The other hazmats joined in, grabbing me from all sides. Even if I had the strength to struggle, there was no escape now.
Above me, all I could see was the dark theater ceiling, and some of the light behind me from the cinema screen.
Three…”
Two…”
“No. Please. Don’t do thi—”
SPLASH.
I was plunged deep into cold, wet chaos. My head was completely underwater.
Gagging. Bubbles. Spinning.
I fought for dear life, dog-paddling like a maniac.
Churning. Freezing. Panic.
For a second, my head popped above the water. I inhaled all the air my lungs could muster. I stared across a vast, violent ocean.
An enormous thirty foot wave came in my direction.
My whole body lifted higher and higher as the wave approached. I did my best to tread water. It seemed to be working.
Then a series of smaller waves arrived and smacked my chest.
SPLASH.
Spinning. Kicking. Flipping.
My view alternated between the pitch dark ocean beneath me, and the moonlit night sky above.
Again I swam to the surface, popped my head out. Ravenously sucked in air.
There was a small lull in the water.
Around me I now registered the other theater goers. Most of them were lying face-down or sinking … but a few were flapping about like me, fighting for their life.
And above all of us, a floating white shape.
It was painfully bright, I had to lift one hand to look at it.
My jaw dropped.
It was the movie screen, hanging completely still in the air. It showed a dark, empty theater. The exact same theater we all occupied moments ago.
It was tremendously high, above all of our heads. There was no way of reaching it.
Then I saw another thirty foot wave come our way. It grazed the bottom of the screen.
I knew what had to be done.
***
One of the theater goers happened to be on a college swim team. She was the first one able to traverse one of the giant waves and climb into the screen.
Once she was up there, she found a firehose in the theater and reeled it out to us like a rope.
One by one, we swam as hard as we could, praying to God we could reach the rope. Everyone’s energy was sapped. Your body can only sustain itself on adrenaline and fear for so long.
By some miracle, five of us got out.
I was the last.
I climbed the rope coughing and vomiting. I had swallowed so much water that my stomach felt swollen.
When I reached the top and they pulled me into the screen, I sobbed. I couldn’t stop crying.
My life had flashed countless times before my eyes. In bubbling, suffocating visions, I saw both my parents and my brother. I saw my highschool graduation. I saw my favorite Christmas from when I was six years old.
I had almost lost all of that. I had lost almost everything.
On the dirty, carpeted theater floor, I lay with my face down, savoring the fact that I now lay on a hard surface. God bless ground. God bless this filthy, popcorn-strewn ground.
Beside me I heard bantering, hugging, the wringing of wet clothes. Sylvester was the second last to be saved, and he was particularly vocal.
“Wooooooaaaaahh!” He came and drummed me on the back, lifted me up. “Oh my god dude! Holy shit!”
I sat on my knees, wiping the tears and snot off my mouth.
Sylvester clapped his hands, held his face and screamed some more.
“Holy shit dude! That was so fucking scary! Like literally people were dying beside us. Like I SAW people die!”
I nodded, shivering in my drenched clothes. “ I know it was—”
“—That was craaaaazy!”
He laughed and stood up, patting everyone on the back. He kept clapping his hands like this was some sports event.
“That was sick! That was siiiiiiiiick!”
He ruffled someone’s hair then ran up to me with an open palm.
“High five dude! WE MADE IT! High five!
“Don’t leave me hangin’ dude!
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2024.05.22 04:34 lamorena97 I tested before beta..w/o my hubby

Im currently 5dp5dt and I tested out of curiosity after work today, my beta isn't until Saturday morning.
I promised my husband we would test together Saturday morning before we go for my blood draw. But I tested with a cheapy today because I felt 110% it wasn't gonna work.
I had an extreeeeeemely vvvvvfl(did not take any HCG washes). It didn't phase me cause it felt too faint to feel like anything significant and still questioning if anything will be good on beta day.
But I do feel bad that I tested early. I'm officially holding off till Saturday to take it with a digital and FRER.
Not sure what im looking for, just slightly guilty conscience. Hoping for better stronger results to make it feel REAL (if it wasn't an evap) and I can still feel the proper excitement with my hubby. Just wanted to get it off my chest.
Good night everyone!
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2024.05.22 04:34 Coconutcumming Petrochemical sales

Adding some insight into what I do as I don’t see it often. I sell plastic resin for an oil and gas major that also produces petrochemicals.
History:
Graduated in 2017. Got a job for a small water treatment company (account management) in the town I needed to live in while my fiancée finished school. Starting pay was 62000+company car. Did this for 2 years, ending salary was 77000+car. Was living in Ohio
2019: got an offer for sales training program in Houston. Offer for 90k, 10% bonus, and relo. Basically mandatory training. Was placed into small product line after 6 months as account manager.
2022: promoted to largest product line and relocated to Michigan (yuck).
2024: pay now at 137, 10% bonus, 7k car reimbursement. I also get a company pension, 8% 401k match, and some other nice benefits.
I work totally remotely but travel 5-7 nights per month. Definitely don’t need to be an engineer and most of my job is negotiating and talking about the market. A fair bit of fancy dinner and golf as well. It’s peanuts compared to software sales but my job is super secure and the pay is ratable (no commission). I will say, water treatment sales was gross and felt sleazy but it 100% got Me the job I have now and my current job doesn’t feel sleazy at all.
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2024.05.22 04:34 EclosionK2 The Horrify Film Festival Yxperience

The HRRFY.
It’s the horror movie festival where something genuinely fucked happens every year. And I mean every year.
Like, there are some screenings that unleash hordes of bats while the movie is playing. You're free to leave whenever you want, but the movie will still play for 2 hours and 15 minutes.
Other screenings hire actors to turn at you and scream at some point in the movie. You have no idea when, or how many times.
It's a festival where the word "illegal" can't even begin to describe what happens. You'd only attend if you were a young, stupid edgelord like me who was trying to prove he was hardcore to his friends.
Trust me. DO NOT GO.
You have nothing to prove to anyone. Don't be stupid.
Wait for the lamer film versions to come out streaming. That's what everyone else does. They're neutered edits but they're fine.
All they lack is the real gleaming thing everyone wants to see at HRRFY, but who cares. At least you don’t get traumatized. At least you’re not risking your life.
Anyway, if you really want to know what attending HRRFY is like. I’ll be quick and summarize the one screening I went to. It was the 20th anniversary, and I was lucky enough to get in.
***
I had signed up for the HRRFY mailing list, and joined the subreddit. Through a series of cryptic online emails I solved a sequence of riddles and was entered in the lottery for a HRRFY entry.
Lady Luck took a shine to me, because one day in my mailbox, I received a physical ticket. I had done it.
I was going.
The actual ‘ticket’ was a black USB key that announced the location of the festival the night before (which I won’t disclose here) and it did force me to pay for a very expensive flight in order for me to make it on time.
You see, to prevent getting shut down, the location of HRRFY changes every year. Some years the local police have managed to stop it, but for the most part, authorities have given up. What’s the point of arresting or charging anyone, if all the organizers and attendees actually want to be there?
Upon arrival, I had to pick between three participating theaters.
Based on title alone, I decided to go see “Many Drownings” (directed by Oleksander Gołański.) It was in the theater that was furthest away from the downtown core, which meant it was likely the one where the craziest shit was bound to happen.
That’s what I came here for right?
I lined up a solid two hours before the screening like everyone else. The entire line was jittering, just vibrating with excited twenty-somethings. Rumors flew left and right.
“I heard they’re going to force everyone to take acid.”
“I heard an actor’s gonna run in and shotgun the ceiling.”
“I heard they’re going to disappear like four more people this year. At this screening!”
Each year people disappeared. And each year the same people were ‘found.’ And yes this is the worst part, and why should never, ever, ever go to this event.
Again I will repeat myself. DO NOT GO.
No one has ever truly gone 'missing' at HRRFY in any legal or physical sense, because every missing person always shows up a day later, convinced that they are fine—refusing to elaborate further.
There are some small support groups for people who have family members who had gone to HRRFY, and came back irrevocably changed after being ‘found.’
These few unlucky people lose all semblance of personality. They don’t want interviews, or help, or therapy, or contact of any kind. And they never, ever want to talk about what they saw.
Some HRRFY fans think that these ‘found’ people were body-snatched. Cloned in a lab or replaced by a cyborg, or something stupid like that.
But I think there’s a far simpler explanation. The ‘found’ are still the same people. They're just terrified. They got shaken by something that shattered the foundation of their mind, body and soul. They got too scared.
They got HRRFY’d.
***
I should mention I had a cough the day I went. And I was worried my sickly appearance might give me trouble at the airport.
So I invested in an intense double N95 mask which I wore for the whole flight, and continued to wear even at the screening of “Many Drownings.”
It made my face hot and uncomfortable, but it still didn’t stop me from yelling “excuse me, excuse me!” as I ran to snag a seat in the back of the theater.
I always preferred sitting in the far back. You get a good view of the whole screen, and a good view of the whole audience.
Beside me sat a big dude named Sylvester, who apparently flew all the way from Australia to attend HRRFY.
“Worth the full Seventeen hours mate! It’s gonna be epic!” he dropped a massive camping backpack beside me, which I assume contained all of his luggage.
The lights dimmed, and the production company logos started to play.
The whispering, giggling and suspense all stacked upon each other to create an electric feeling in the air. I was giddy. It's like the entire audience was embarking on a massive roller coaster.
The anticipation was the best part for sure. It might have been the only good part.
Then the movie started.
It was a wide shot of a gray, stormy sea. The waves were massive, and the thunderclouds were looming. There was no land visible in any direction.
All we could hear was the sound of waves foaming, swirling, and crashing over and over. Lightning crackled. Rain poured. The camera held perfectly still over this storm as if it was mounted on a perfectly hovering drone. A drone so resilient that it didn’t waver at all.
I thought it had to be CGI.
The shot held like this for the next few moments. Everyone sat glued to their seats. Everyone was thinking the same thing.
What’s going to happen? How are they going to scare us?
People chuckled. People cheered. People wanted to tease whatever was going to happen—to happen already.
But nothing did.
Five, ten, maybe fifteen minutes went by without any change. People started snoring.
I looked beside me and saw that Sylvester—the most excited audience member of them all—had fallen totally asleep. The jet lag must’ve gotten to him.
Then I peered beyond the rest of the audience members and saw other people snoozing too. Heads were keeled over, some people were curled in their seats, some had even spilled out into the aisle and were dozing on the floor.
I looked above the bright screen, at the huge vents in the corner of the theater. I saw a faint white gas emerging from the vents.
Holy shit. What have we been breathing? I tightened the straps on my N95 mask, and made my breathing shallower.
The gas must have been pumping since the opening credits—because how else would an audience of two hundred people all fall asleep?
As I moved my hand through the air in front of me, I could sense the thickness. It was definitely hazier than usual. I took the scarf off my neck and wrapped it around my mouth as well.
Then I spotted movement in front of the screen.
It was a tall blonde man, wearing a black trenchcoat and military-grade gas mask. Beside him arrived six hazmat suits who started pointing at various audience members.
I slunk in my chair, pretending to sleep like everyone else.
Two hazmats walked over to the front row and picked out a sleeping guy in flannel. They lifted flannel up, under the armpits and by his ankles, carrying him between them both like a hammock.
The hazmats walked back up to the stage, where the blonde leader inspected the flannel man and tapped his head. Something was approved?
The hazmats began to swing flannel back and forth, as if they were getting ready to toss him. Despite their masks, I could hear a very muffled, very distant countdown.
Three…”
Two…”
One…”
The flannel audience member was tossed into the screen.
I literally watched him fly into the image of stormy waves … andfallinto them. The flannel man sank into the gray water like a rock, leaving a few bubbles and foam. A wave came crashing down. All trace of him was gone.
What the fuck.
All six hazmats began grabbing more audience members with much more urgency. It became a minute-long process where they would pick the sleeping person up, bring them beside the screen, and then swing-toss them into it.
How was this possible?
I turned slightly to see if there was a projector above me, and realized there was none. Which meant maybe there was no screen on stage.
Which meant … maybe it was a portal?
I tried to wake Sylvester by shaking him. I pinched his leg and arm a bunch.
He was out cold.
The hazmats started grabbing audience members from the middle rows now. They were emptying the whole theater. What the hell was I supposed to do?
I waited until they grabbed another batch, only a few rows down from me. When all hazmats had their backs turned—I broke into a run.
With my left arm, I tightly gripped my mask and scarf against my face, while my right arm vaulted me over seat after seat.
I had never breathed so hard—through so much fabric—in my life.
The hazmats all turned to me. “Hey! Hey!” But their hands were full with their next victims.
I ran all the way down the aisle, to the big exit sign on the left. My heartbeat filled my head. My plan was to dropkick through the exit door.
I imagined myself breaking through like some flying gazelle.
I jumped.
I angled my kick.
It might as well have been a brick wall. I fell ass-first to the ground, followed by my head. Of course the door was locked.
Through a muffled mask I heard a sneering scoff.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Above me stood the one wearing a trenchcoat. I could see his piercing gray eyes through his gas mask.
I rolled aside and tried to run by him. He lifted a foot and tripped me without effort.
My forehead bashed into an empty seat. It dazed me.
The blonde leader bent down and grabbed me by the neck, tearing away my scarf and mask.
“No! No!”
A sweet, ether-like smell filled my nostrils. I did my best to hold my breath, but I could already feel myself getting light-headed.
The other hazmats joined in, grabbing me from all sides. Even if I had the strength to struggle, there was no escape now.
Above me, all I could see was the dark theater ceiling, and some of the light behind me from the cinema screen.
Three…”
Two…”
“No. Please. Don’t do thi—”
SPLASH.
I was plunged deep into cold, wet chaos. My head was completely underwater.
Gagging. Bubbles. Spinning.
I fought for dear life, dog-paddling like a maniac.
Churning. Freezing. Panic.
For a second, my head popped above the water. I inhaled all the air my lungs could muster. I stared across a vast, violent ocean.
An enormous thirty foot wave came in my direction.
My whole body lifted higher and higher as the wave approached. I did my best to tread water. It seemed to be working.
Then a series of smaller waves arrived and smacked my chest.
SPLASH.
Spinning. Kicking. Flipping.
My view alternated between the pitch dark ocean beneath me, and the moonlit night sky above.
Again I swam to the surface, popped my head out. Ravenously sucked in air.
There was a small lull in the water.
Around me I now registered the other theater goers. Most of them were lying face-down or sinking … but a few were flapping about like me, fighting for their life.
And above all of us, a floating white shape.
It was painfully bright, I had to lift one hand to look at it.
My jaw dropped.
It was the movie screen, hanging completely still in the air. It showed a dark, empty theater. The exact same theater we all occupied moments ago.
It was tremendously high, above all of our heads. There was no way of reaching it.
Then I saw another thirty foot wave come our way. It grazed the bottom of the screen.
I knew what had to be done.
***
One of the theater goers happened to be on a college swim team. She was the first one able to traverse one of the giant waves and climb into the screen.
Once she was up there, she found a firehose in the theater and reeled it out to us like a rope.
One by one, we swam as hard as we could, praying to God we could reach the rope. Everyone’s energy was sapped. Your body can only sustain itself on adrenaline and fear for so long.
By some miracle, five of us got out.
I was the last.
I climbed the rope coughing and vomiting. I had swallowed so much water that my stomach felt swollen.
When I reached the top and they pulled me into the screen, I sobbed. I couldn’t stop crying.
My life had flashed countless times before my eyes. In bubbling, suffocating visions, I saw both my parents and my brother. I saw my highschool graduation. I saw my favorite Christmas from when I was six years old.
I had almost lost all of that. I had lost almost everything.
On the dirty, carpeted theater floor, I lay with my face down, savoring the fact that I now lay on a hard surface. God bless ground. God bless this filthy, popcorn-strewn ground.
Beside me I heard bantering, hugging, the wringing of wet clothes. Sylvester was the second last to be saved, and he was particularly vocal.
“Wooooooaaaaahh!” He came and drummed me on the back, lifted me up. “Oh my god dude! Holy shit!”
I sat on my knees, wiping the tears and snot off my mouth.
Sylvester clapped his hands, held his face and screamed some more.
“Holy shit dude! That was so fucking scary! Like literally people were dying beside us. Like I SAW people die!”
I nodded, shivering in my drenched clothes. “ I know it was—”
“—That was craaaaazy!”
He laughed and stood up, patting everyone on the back. He kept clapping his hands like this was some sports event.
“That was sick! That was siiiiiiiiick!”
He ruffled someone’s hair then ran up to me with an open palm.
“High five dude! WE MADE IT! High five!
“Don’t leave me hangin’ dude!
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2024.05.22 04:33 EclosionK2 The Horrify Film Festival Yxperience

The HRRFY.
It’s the horror movie festival where something genuinely fucked happens every year. And I mean every year.
Like, there are some screenings that unleash hordes of bats while the movie is playing. You're free to leave whenever you want, but the movie will still play for 2 hours and 15 minutes.
Other screenings hire actors to turn at you and scream at some point in the movie. You have no idea when, or how many times.
It's a festival where the word "illegal" can't even begin to describe what happens. You'd only attend if you were a young, stupid edgelord like me who was trying to prove he was hardcore to his friends.
Trust me. DO NOT GO.
You have nothing to prove to anyone. Don't be stupid.
Wait for the lamer film versions to come out streaming. That's what everyone else does. They're neutered edits but they're fine.
All they lack is the real gleaming thing everyone wants to see at HRRFY, but who cares. At least you don’t get traumatized. At least you’re not risking your life.
Anyway, if you really want to know what attending HRRFY is like. I’ll be quick and summarize the one screening I went to. It was the 20th anniversary, and I was lucky enough to get in.
***
I had signed up for the HRRFY mailing list, and joined the subreddit. Through a series of cryptic online emails I solved a sequence of riddles and was entered in the lottery for a HRRFY entry.
Lady Luck took a shine to me, because one day in my mailbox, I received a physical ticket. I had done it.
I was going.
The actual ‘ticket’ was a black USB key that announced the location of the festival the night before (which I won’t disclose here) and it did force me to pay for a very expensive flight in order for me to make it on time.
You see, to prevent getting shut down, the location of HRRFY changes every year. Some years the local police have managed to stop it, but for the most part, authorities have given up. What’s the point of arresting or charging anyone, if all the organizers and attendees actually want to be there?
Upon arrival, I had to pick between three participating theaters.
Based on title alone, I decided to go see “Many Drownings” (directed by Oleksander Gołański.) It was in the theater that was furthest away from the downtown core, which meant it was likely the one where the craziest shit was bound to happen.
That’s what I came here for right?
I lined up a solid two hours before the screening like everyone else. The entire line was jittering, just vibrating with excited twenty-somethings. Rumors flew left and right.
“I heard they’re going to force everyone to take acid.”
“I heard an actor’s gonna run in and shotgun the ceiling.”
“I heard they’re going to disappear like four more people this year. At this screening!”
Each year people disappeared. And each year the same people were ‘found.’ And yes this is the worst part, and why should never, ever, ever go to this event.
Again I will repeat myself. DO NOT GO.
No one has ever truly gone 'missing' at HRRFY in any legal or physical sense, because every missing person always shows up a day later, convinced that they are fine—refusing to elaborate further.
There are some small support groups for people who have family members who had gone to HRRFY, and came back irrevocably changed after being ‘found.’
These few unlucky people lose all semblance of personality. They don’t want interviews, or help, or therapy, or contact of any kind. And they never, ever want to talk about what they saw.
Some HRRFY fans think that these ‘found’ people were body-snatched. Cloned in a lab or replaced by a cyborg, or something stupid like that.
But I think there’s a far simpler explanation. The ‘found’ are still the same people. They're just terrified. They got shaken by something that shattered the foundation of their mind, body and soul. They got too scared.
They got HRRFY’d.
***
I should mention I had a cough the day I went. And I was worried my sickly appearance might give me trouble at the airport.
So I invested in an intense double N95 mask which I wore for the whole flight, and continued to wear even at the screening of “Many Drownings.”
It made my face hot and uncomfortable, but it still didn’t stop me from yelling “excuse me, excuse me!” as I ran to snag a seat in the back of the theater.
I always preferred sitting in the far back. You get a good view of the whole screen, and a good view of the whole audience.
Beside me sat a big dude named Sylvester, who apparently flew all the way from Australia to attend HRRFY.
“Worth the full Seventeen hours mate! It’s gonna be epic!” he dropped a massive camping backpack beside me, which I assume contained all of his luggage.
The lights dimmed, and the production company logos started to play.
The whispering, giggling and suspense all stacked upon each other to create an electric feeling in the air. I was giddy. It's like the entire audience was embarking on a massive roller coaster.
The anticipation was the best part for sure. It might have been the only good part.
Then the movie started.
It was a wide shot of a gray, stormy sea. The waves were massive, and the thunderclouds were looming. There was no land visible in any direction.
All we could hear was the sound of waves foaming, swirling, and crashing over and over. Lightning crackled. Rain poured. The camera held perfectly still over this storm as if it was mounted on a perfectly hovering drone. A drone so resilient that it didn’t waver at all.
I thought it had to be CGI.
The shot held like this for the next few moments. Everyone sat glued to their seats. Everyone was thinking the same thing.
What’s going to happen? How are they going to scare us?
People chuckled. People cheered. People wanted to tease whatever was going to happen—to happen already.
But nothing did.
Five, ten, maybe fifteen minutes went by without any change. People started snoring.
I looked beside me and saw that Sylvester—the most excited audience member of them all—had fallen totally asleep. The jet lag must’ve gotten to him.
Then I peered beyond the rest of the audience members and saw other people snoozing too. Heads were keeled over, some people were curled in their seats, some had even spilled out into the aisle and were dozing on the floor.
I looked above the bright screen, at the huge vents in the corner of the theater. I saw a faint white gas emerging from the vents.
Holy shit. What have we been breathing? I tightened the straps on my N95 mask, and made my breathing shallower.
The gas must have been pumping since the opening credits—because how else would an audience of two hundred people all fall asleep?
As I moved my hand through the air in front of me, I could sense the thickness. It was definitely hazier than usual. I took the scarf off my neck and wrapped it around my mouth as well.
Then I spotted movement in front of the screen.
It was a tall blonde man, wearing a black trenchcoat and military-grade gas mask. Beside him arrived six hazmat suits who started pointing at various audience members.
I slunk in my chair, pretending to sleep like everyone else.
Two hazmats walked over to the front row and picked out a sleeping guy in flannel. They lifted flannel up, under the armpits and by his ankles, carrying him between them both like a hammock.
The hazmats walked back up to the stage, where the blonde leader inspected the flannel man and tapped his head. Something was approved?
The hazmats began to swing flannel back and forth, as if they were getting ready to toss him. Despite their masks, I could hear a very muffled, very distant countdown.
Three…”
Two…”
One…”
The flannel audience member was tossed into the screen.
I literally watched him fly into the image of stormy waves … andfallinto them. The flannel man sank into the gray water like a rock, leaving a few bubbles and foam. A wave came crashing down. All trace of him was gone.
What the fuck.
All six hazmats began grabbing more audience members with much more urgency. It became a minute-long process where they would pick the sleeping person up, bring them beside the screen, and then swing-toss them into it.
How was this possible?
I turned slightly to see if there was a projector above me, and realized there was none. Which meant maybe there was no screen on stage.
Which meant … maybe it was a portal?
I tried to wake Sylvester by shaking him. I pinched his leg and arm a bunch.
He was out cold.
The hazmats started grabbing audience members from the middle rows now. They were emptying the whole theater. What the hell was I supposed to do?
I waited until they grabbed another batch, only a few rows down from me. When all hazmats had their backs turned—I broke into a run.
With my left arm, I tightly gripped my mask and scarf against my face, while my right arm vaulted me over seat after seat.
I had never breathed so hard—through so much fabric—in my life.
The hazmats all turned to me. “Hey! Hey!” But their hands were full with their next victims.
I ran all the way down the aisle, to the big exit sign on the left. My heartbeat filled my head. My plan was to dropkick through the exit door.
I imagined myself breaking through like some flying gazelle.
I jumped.
I angled my kick.
It might as well have been a brick wall. I fell ass-first to the ground, followed by my head. Of course the door was locked.
Through a muffled mask I heard a sneering scoff.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Above me stood the one wearing a trenchcoat. I could see his piercing gray eyes through his gas mask.
I rolled aside and tried to run by him. He lifted a foot and tripped me without effort.
My forehead bashed into an empty seat. It dazed me.
The blonde leader bent down and grabbed me by the neck, tearing away my scarf and mask.
“No! No!”
A sweet, ether-like smell filled my nostrils. I did my best to hold my breath, but I could already feel myself getting light-headed.
The other hazmats joined in, grabbing me from all sides. Even if I had the strength to struggle, there was no escape now.
Above me, all I could see was the dark theater ceiling, and some of the light behind me from the cinema screen.
Three…”
Two…”
“No. Please. Don’t do thi—”
SPLASH.
I was plunged deep into cold, wet chaos. My head was completely underwater.
Gagging. Bubbles. Spinning.
I fought for dear life, dog-paddling like a maniac.
Churning. Freezing. Panic.
For a second, my head popped above the water. I inhaled all the air my lungs could muster. I stared across a vast, violent ocean.
An enormous thirty foot wave came in my direction.
My whole body lifted higher and higher as the wave approached. I did my best to tread water. It seemed to be working.
Then a series of smaller waves arrived and smacked my chest.
SPLASH.
Spinning. Kicking. Flipping.
My view alternated between the pitch dark ocean beneath me, and the moonlit night sky above.
Again I swam to the surface, popped my head out. Ravenously sucked in air.
There was a small lull in the water.
Around me I now registered the other theater goers. Most of them were lying face-down or sinking … but a few were flapping about like me, fighting for their life.
And above all of us, a floating white shape.
It was painfully bright, I had to lift one hand to look at it.
My jaw dropped.
It was the movie screen, hanging completely still in the air. It showed a dark, empty theater. The exact same theater we all occupied moments ago.
It was tremendously high, above all of our heads. There was no way of reaching it.
Then I saw another thirty foot wave come our way. It grazed the bottom of the screen.
I knew what had to be done.
***
One of the theater goers happened to be on a college swim team. She was the first one able to traverse one of the giant waves and climb into the screen.
Once she was up there, she found a firehose in the theater and reeled it out to us like a rope.
One by one, we swam as hard as we could, praying to God we could reach the rope. Everyone’s energy was sapped. Your body can only sustain itself on adrenaline and fear for so long.
By some miracle, five of us got out.
I was the last.
I climbed the rope coughing and vomiting. I had swallowed so much water that my stomach felt swollen.
When I reached the top and they pulled me into the screen, I sobbed. I couldn’t stop crying.
My life had flashed countless times before my eyes. In bubbling, suffocating visions, I saw both my parents and my brother. I saw my highschool graduation. I saw my favorite Christmas from when I was six years old.
I had almost lost all of that. I had lost almost everything.
On the dirty, carpeted theater floor, I lay with my face down, savoring the fact that I now lay on a hard surface. God bless ground. God bless this filthy, popcorn-strewn ground.
Beside me I heard bantering, hugging, the wringing of wet clothes. Sylvester was the second last to be saved, and he was particularly vocal.
“Wooooooaaaaahh!” He came and drummed me on the back, lifted me up. “Oh my god dude! Holy shit!”
I sat on my knees, wiping the tears and snot off my mouth.
Sylvester clapped his hands, held his face and screamed some more.
“Holy shit dude! That was so fucking scary! Like literally people were dying beside us. Like I SAW people die!”
I nodded, shivering in my drenched clothes. “ I know it was—”
“—That was craaaaazy!”
He laughed and stood up, patting everyone on the back. He kept clapping his hands like this was some sports event.
“That was sick! That was siiiiiiiiick!”
He ruffled someone’s hair then ran up to me with an open palm.
“High five dude! WE MADE IT! High five!
“Don’t leave me hangin’ dude!
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2024.05.22 04:32 Patleibs Am I showing signs of D.I.D/OSDD?

Hello, I have been looking everywhere for somewhere to post this because I wanted more opinions, so this is my first time here. I’ve been having some symptoms going on for almost a year now. I was wondering if people on here could help me & I didn’t get any objections to this idea from my other friends, so here we go.
About last year I was talking to a friend who I’m no longer in contact with about some childhood stories, my first day in preschool, a hospital trip, and something that happened during middle school where I heard some sort of very faint voice in my head that didn’t sound exactly like me (I talked to my therapist about it, she suggested it was probably a depression voice since I was hearing thoughts as if I was overthinking or having anxiety.) All three times I started to feel incredibly zoned out, feverish, & it was hard to think. It felt very intense and I’m unsure why, a few days later I was with some friends on VR Chat, I start complaining about how I feel like I’m dreaming, and my friend asks if I’m dissociating, I ask them to clarify if feeling like you’re dreaming can count as dissociation, and they said yes to an extent, I ask my other friends who experience dissociation a lot and they say yes overall.
A few days after that, me and my family go somewhere for my dad’s birthday, it went fine but my mom started talking to me about how I always had a high pain tolerance since I was younger, while we’re eating she asked me if something in my childhood felt normal to me (I won't specify what it was, but it was something medical related to helping me eat) I said yes, so this and my friend asking if I was dissociating made me want to talk to my therapist about it both dissociation and my childhood.
I had a therapy appointment shortly after that and I ask my therapist what counts as dissociation (my other friends have explained it to me, I just never thought to myself “hey I feel like that a lot.”) and she explained to me what does count as dissociation and then I realize “hey I’ve felt like this a lot, maybe even every other day.” I ask her if next time we can talk more about my childhood since I was in and out of hospitals a lot and experienced a lot of other things related to that, and she says yes.
Around now is when I start feeling a pressure in my head a lot, or just a slight pushing feeling in my head feeling like somethings pushing my forehead forward, that or something trying to pull me away.
Next appointment we talk more about my childhood and some other things like middle school, and dissociation, and how I probably do have a lower level of trauma mostly revolving around my medical history, (I don’t recall any abuse or yelling besides my father grabbing my arm sometimes and raising his voice a good amount, he’s better now, just issues with tone.) Like I said earlier I will not specify what it is entirely but up till I was around 3-4 I was horribly sick, vomited a bunch, and had needles poked in me a lot for blood draws, needed a good amount of surgery, was constantly severely swollen most of the time, & suffered a lot of severe pneumonia (though I was still in and out of the hospital a bit till up to 5-6 I believe.)
More context is that I’m in a smallish sized friend group (more than 7-8 people at least.) About 3 people of them were systems, at this point, all 3 said systems told me they suspected me being a system and have been saying a lot of the symptoms seem very suspicious, & my descriptions sound similar to their experiences before they themselves found out they were systems, another 2 systems joined our group later on and they thought the same thing, so that’s 5.
Sometimes when I wake up, I do hear something like “Hey (my name).” quite often (when I hear things it also seems most common when I’m with friends.) I start feeling like I’m losing control of my body, sometimes (an example is I remember playing another game and suddenly I felt incredibly zoned out and I had to “hold on” Is how I’d put it.) Very rarely I do hear things during the day even now (though I thought I’ve been hearing my name get called down as I mentioned earlier, hearing things more commonly I feel like when I’m around others, when nobody did call me in reality, or in a call I hear someone in my head speak sometimes I’ve felt like.) another example is when I was in a voice chat on Discord with my other friends and we were all jokingly arguing about how Maria was said and I swear I heard a faint “Mari-uh.”
There’s not much else, besides constantly feeling a bit disconnected from reality, my therapist doesn’t know too much about the topic of dissociation unfortunately so she can’t be too reliable, my family is trying to look for a psychologist for me, here are some other notes.
-I am genderfluid, sometimes it feels like when I shift genders I feel like my head is melting and there’s a bunch of pressure on it - when I change genders sometimes it feels like it’s triggered by looking at other certain characters from other media (for an example, one makes me feel masculine, one makes me feel feminine, and one makes me feel non binary.)
-Talking to other systems most times triggers my head to flare up, most of the time feeling like something is sitting there (my other friends have suggested it is dissociative barriers.)
I have tried talking to “Maria” a bunch of times before, but it seems more responsive to other people (people saying “hello maria” jokingly, other systems speaking, etc, & flares up at things like me being mean lightheartedly towards my friends, talking to certain other friends, & sometimes when I’m around my dad the pain/pushing feeling flares up.)
-I am very likely autistic, if that is important.
-I have been having elevated blood pressure for over two years now (my therapist has suggested it might be why some symptoms are happening, though I have been on a light dose of medication for a bit, soon to move to a higher dose.)
-I have maybe heard voices when I was younger than 8 though I only feel like that has happened, I’m not too sure about the memory itself.
-I am pretty sure I remember a few instances where I was younger and I have randomly blacked out (mainly during dangerous situations) to wake up somewhere completely different, I have also shut down a lot mentally when I was young and zoned out a bunch - though it is probably due to a bunch of sensory overloads but still thought I’d mention it.
Forever I’ve felt like I’ve gotten these short, small rushing feelings in my head, like something is rushing towards the front of my head (sometimes my vision gets a bit blurry) the short moments of that rushing feeling might’ve been spiking up with how often it has been happening lately.
-Another friend who is a system has suggested things could be active at night because other alters could be feeling safer at that time.
-While I did say "Maria" is more responsive to others rather than me, the pain does sometimes go away when I type out "Please make my head stop hurting" or if I ask for my head to stop hurting. It seems more consistent when I type it out rather than saying it aloud, and if it does work, then I feel like I zone back in a little, even if I didn't feel too zoned out to begin with. It feels more consistent if I use name “Maria” or sometimes other names too.
-I have spoken to my therapist about how my memory of my childhood feels jumbled, as if I can only remember random certain events and small pieces, it still feels like a lot of my memory is missing (an example would be I cannot remember 2nd-4th grade for the most part.) Though my therapist did say missing gaps like that was normal but I’m still not sure.
-If my age is important, I am a 19.
-I’ve always felt a small struggle with who I am as a person, or my identity (I am able to say I am myself, but I’ve always felt a slight struggle at the same time, or I guess an off feeling when seeing myself in a mirror.)
-Sometimes it feels like I’m able to change my emotions as if it’s on command, I’d be breaking down terribly and sometimes I can snap myself into feeling mostly okay, though I am unsure If this is just me repressing those emotions or not.
-The head pain or pushing/pulling feeling in my head sometimes starts when I wake up and is pretty bad for a while.
-Sometimes the pain or pushing/pulling feeling goes away when I'm around others or outside.
I am aware nobody on here can diagnose me as none of you are likely a professional, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to get secondary opinions. I believe that’s all, I just want more opinions. Whoever has read this and made it this far, thank you and please put your own input if you have any thoughts. I am aware I should get a professional for this kind of thing but as I said earlier, my family is currently looking for a psychologist for me, and my therapist doesn’t know too much about these things unfortunately, so I just want more opinions on it to see if I can get more help.
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2024.05.22 04:32 EclosionK2 The Horrify Film Festival Yxperience

The HRRFY.
It’s the horror movie festival where something genuinely fucked happens every year. And I mean every year.
Like, there are some screenings that unleash hordes of bats while the movie is playing. You're free to leave whenever you want, but the movie will still play for 2 hours and 15 minutes.
Other screenings hire actors to turn at you and scream at some point in the movie. You have no idea when, or how many times.
It's a festival where the word "illegal" can't even begin to describe what happens. You'd only attend if you were a young, stupid edgelord like me who was trying to prove he was hardcore to his friends.
Trust me. DO NOT GO.
You have nothing to prove to anyone. Don't be stupid.
Wait for the lamer film versions to come out streaming. That's what everyone else does. They're neutered edits but they're fine.
All they lack is the real gleaming thing everyone wants to see at HRRFY, but who cares. At least you don’t get traumatized. At least you’re not risking your life.
Anyway, if you really want to know what attending HRRFY is like. I’ll be quick and summarize the one screening I went to. It was the 20th anniversary, and I was lucky enough to get in.
***
I had signed up for the HRRFY mailing list, and joined the subreddit. Through a series of cryptic online emails I solved a sequence of riddles and was entered in the lottery for a HRRFY entry.
Lady Luck took a shine to me, because one day in my mailbox, I received a physical ticket. I had done it.
I was going.
The actual ‘ticket’ was a black USB key that announced the location of the festival the night before (which I won’t disclose here) and it did force me to pay for a very expensive flight in order for me to make it on time.
You see, to prevent getting shut down, the location of HRRFY changes every year. Some years the local police have managed to stop it, but for the most part, authorities have given up. What’s the point of arresting or charging anyone, if all the organizers and attendees actually want to be there?
Upon arrival, I had to pick between three participating theaters.
Based on title alone, I decided to go see “Many Drownings” (directed by Oleksander Gołański.) It was in the theater that was furthest away from the downtown core, which meant it was likely the one where the craziest shit was bound to happen.
That’s what I came here for right?
I lined up a solid two hours before the screening like everyone else. The entire line was jittering, just vibrating with excited twenty-somethings. Rumors flew left and right.
“I heard they’re going to force everyone to take acid.”
“I heard an actor’s gonna run in and shotgun the ceiling.”
“I heard they’re going to disappear like four more people this year. At this screening!”
Each year people disappeared. And each year the same people were ‘found.’ And yes this is the worst part, and why should never, ever, ever go to this event.
Again I will repeat myself. DO NOT GO.
No one has ever truly gone 'missing' at HRRFY in any legal or physical sense, because every missing person always shows up a day later, convinced that they are fine—refusing to elaborate further.
There are some small support groups for people who have family members who had gone to HRRFY, and came back irrevocably changed after being ‘found.’
These few unlucky people lose all semblance of personality. They don’t want interviews, or help, or therapy, or contact of any kind. And they never, ever want to talk about what they saw.
Some HRRFY fans think that these ‘found’ people were body-snatched. Cloned in a lab or replaced by a cyborg, or something stupid like that.
But I think there’s a far simpler explanation. The ‘found’ are still the same people. They're just terrified. They got shaken by something that shattered the foundation of their mind, body and soul. They got too scared.
They got HRRFY’d.
***
I should mention I had a cough the day I went. And I was worried my sickly appearance might give me trouble at the airport.
So I invested in an intense double N95 mask which I wore for the whole flight, and continued to wear even at the screening of “Many Drownings.”
It made my face hot and uncomfortable, but it still didn’t stop me from yelling “excuse me, excuse me!” as I ran to snag a seat in the back of the theater.
I always preferred sitting in the far back. You get a good view of the whole screen, and a good view of the whole audience.
Beside me sat a big dude named Sylvester, who apparently flew all the way from Australia to attend HRRFY.
“Worth the full Seventeen hours mate! It’s gonna be epic!” he dropped a massive camping backpack beside me, which I assume contained all of his luggage.
The lights dimmed, and the production company logos started to play.
The whispering, giggling and suspense all stacked upon each other to create an electric feeling in the air. I was giddy. It's like the entire audience was embarking on a massive roller coaster.
The anticipation was the best part for sure. It might have been the only good part.
Then the movie started.
It was a wide shot of a gray, stormy sea. The waves were massive, and the thunderclouds were looming. There was no land visible in any direction.
All we could hear was the sound of waves foaming, swirling, and crashing over and over. Lightning crackled. Rain poured. The camera held perfectly still over this storm as if it was mounted on a perfectly hovering drone. A drone so resilient that it didn’t waver at all.
I thought it had to be CGI.
The shot held like this for the next few moments. Everyone sat glued to their seats. Everyone was thinking the same thing.
What’s going to happen? How are they going to scare us?
People chuckled. People cheered. People wanted to tease whatever was going to happen—to happen already.
But nothing did.
Five, ten, maybe fifteen minutes went by without any change. People started snoring.
I looked beside me and saw that Sylvester—the most excited audience member of them all—had fallen totally asleep. The jet lag must’ve gotten to him.
Then I peered beyond the rest of the audience members and saw other people snoozing too. Heads were keeled over, some people were curled in their seats, some had even spilled out into the aisle and were dozing on the floor.
I looked above the bright screen, at the huge vents in the corner of the theater. I saw a faint white gas emerging from the vents.
Holy shit. What have we been breathing? I tightened the straps on my N95 mask, and made my breathing shallower.
The gas must have been pumping since the opening credits—because how else would an audience of two hundred people all fall asleep?
As I moved my hand through the air in front of me, I could sense the thickness. It was definitely hazier than usual. I took the scarf off my neck and wrapped it around my mouth as well.
Then I spotted movement in front of the screen.
It was a tall blonde man, wearing a black trenchcoat and military-grade gas mask. Beside him arrived six hazmat suits who started pointing at various audience members.
I slunk in my chair, pretending to sleep like everyone else.
Two hazmats walked over to the front row and picked out a sleeping guy in flannel. They lifted flannel up, under the armpits and by his ankles, carrying him between them both like a hammock.
The hazmats walked back up to the stage, where the blonde leader inspected the flannel man and tapped his head. Something was approved?
The hazmats began to swing flannel back and forth, as if they were getting ready to toss him. Despite their masks, I could hear a very muffled, very distant countdown.
Three…”
Two…”
One…”
The flannel audience member was tossed into the screen.
I literally watched him fly into the image of stormy waves … andfallinto them. The flannel man sank into the gray water like a rock, leaving a few bubbles and foam. A wave came crashing down. All trace of him was gone.
What the fuck.
All six hazmats began grabbing more audience members with much more urgency. It became a minute-long process where they would pick the sleeping person up, bring them beside the screen, and then swing-toss them into it.
How was this possible?
I turned slightly to see if there was a projector above me, and realized there was none. Which meant maybe there was no screen on stage.
Which meant … maybe it was a portal?
I tried to wake Sylvester by shaking him. I pinched his leg and arm a bunch.
He was out cold.
The hazmats started grabbing audience members from the middle rows now. They were emptying the whole theater. What the hell was I supposed to do?
I waited until they grabbed another batch, only a few rows down from me. When all hazmats had their backs turned—I broke into a run.
With my left arm, I tightly gripped my mask and scarf against my face, while my right arm vaulted me over seat after seat.
I had never breathed so hard—through so much fabric—in my life.
The hazmats all turned to me. “Hey! Hey!” But their hands were full with their next victims.
I ran all the way down the aisle, to the big exit sign on the left. My heartbeat filled my head. My plan was to dropkick through the exit door.
I imagined myself breaking through like some flying gazelle.
I jumped.
I angled my kick.
It might as well have been a brick wall. I fell ass-first to the ground, followed by my head. Of course the door was locked.
Through a muffled mask I heard a sneering scoff.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Above me stood the one wearing a trenchcoat. I could see his piercing gray eyes through his gas mask.
I rolled aside and tried to run by him. He lifted a foot and tripped me without effort.
My forehead bashed into an empty seat. It dazed me.
The blonde leader bent down and grabbed me by the neck, tearing away my scarf and mask.
“No! No!”
A sweet, ether-like smell filled my nostrils. I did my best to hold my breath, but I could already feel myself getting light-headed.
The other hazmats joined in, grabbing me from all sides. Even if I had the strength to struggle, there was no escape now.
Above me, all I could see was the dark theater ceiling, and some of the light behind me from the cinema screen.
Three…”
Two…”
“No. Please. Don’t do thi—”
SPLASH.
I was plunged deep into cold, wet chaos. My head was completely underwater.
Gagging. Bubbles. Spinning.
I fought for dear life, dog-paddling like a maniac.
Churning. Freezing. Panic.
For a second, my head popped above the water. I inhaled all the air my lungs could muster. I stared across a vast, violent ocean.
An enormous thirty foot wave came in my direction.
My whole body lifted higher and higher as the wave approached. I did my best to tread water. It seemed to be working.
Then a series of smaller waves arrived and smacked my chest.
SPLASH.
Spinning. Kicking. Flipping.
My view alternated between the pitch dark ocean beneath me, and the moonlit night sky above.
Again I swam to the surface, popped my head out. Ravenously sucked in air.
There was a small lull in the water.
Around me I now registered the other theater goers. Most of them were lying face-down or sinking … but a few were flapping about like me, fighting for their life.
And above all of us, a floating white shape.
It was painfully bright, I had to lift one hand to look at it.
My jaw dropped.
It was the movie screen, hanging completely still in the air. It showed a dark, empty theater. The exact same theater we all occupied moments ago.
It was tremendously high, above all of our heads. There was no way of reaching it.
Then I saw another thirty foot wave come our way. It grazed the bottom of the screen.
I knew what had to be done.
***
One of the theater goers happened to be on a college swim team. She was the first one able to traverse one of the giant waves and climb into the screen.
Once she was up there, she found a firehose in the theater and reeled it out to us like a rope.
One by one, we swam as hard as we could, praying to God we could reach the rope. Everyone’s energy was sapped. Your body can only sustain itself on adrenaline and fear for so long.
By some miracle, five of us got out.
I was the last.
I climbed the rope coughing and vomiting. I had swallowed so much water that my stomach felt swollen.
When I reached the top and they pulled me into the screen, I sobbed. I couldn’t stop crying.
My life had flashed countless times before my eyes. In bubbling, suffocating visions, I saw both my parents and my brother. I saw my highschool graduation. I saw my favorite Christmas from when I was six years old.
I had almost lost all of that. I had lost almost everything.
On the dirty, carpeted theater floor, I lay with my face down, savoring the fact that I now lay on a hard surface. God bless ground. God bless this filthy, popcorn-strewn ground.
Beside me I heard bantering, hugging, the wringing of wet clothes. Sylvester was the second last to be saved, and he was particularly vocal.
“Wooooooaaaaahh!” He came and drummed me on the back, lifted me up. “Oh my god dude! Holy shit!”
I sat on my knees, wiping the tears and snot off my mouth.
Sylvester clapped his hands, held his face and screamed some more.
“Holy shit dude! That was so fucking scary! Like literally people were dying beside us. Like I SAW people die!”
I nodded, shivering in my drenched clothes. “ I know it was—”
“—That was craaaaazy!”
He laughed and stood up, patting everyone on the back. He kept clapping his hands like this was some sports event.
“That was sick! That was siiiiiiiiick!”
He ruffled someone’s hair then ran up to me with an open palm.
“High five dude! WE MADE IT! High five!
“Don’t leave me hangin’ dude!
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