Wolf picture made from keyboard symbols
CustomKeyboards - For customs only!
2016.11.30 14:08 CustomKeyboards - For customs only!
A subreddit where your kustom with BoW can actually reach top post
2008.06.19 07:23 Dark Netflix Original Series
A subreddit for the Netflix sci-fi thriller series Dark. When two children go missing in a small German town, its sinful past is exposed along with the double lives and fractured relationships that exist among four families as they search for the kids.
2021.07.13 14:00 Custom Keyboards India
A place for enthusiasts and hobbyists alike to post pictures of their custom mechanical keyboards in India (and to an extent, prebuilts).
2024.05.21 15:29 The_Better_Devil Moderation Update: Thank you and goodbye
Hey ya'll, it's Devil, your friendly neighborhood mod man again... though I won't be called that for much longer here.
Thank you
First of all, from the bottom of my heart, I want to thank each and every one of you. The past few months have been incredibly troubling for us all, but you guys have made it easier to find my way through it. The community and the podcast will always hold a special place in my heart. For three and a half years I have worked as a mod of FUCKFACEPOD to build a thriving community of comment leavers. In that time we have done incredible things together.
We left our mark on Place in 2022, we held meetups at RTX, the mod team even tried streaming for Extra Life one year. And when the company was closing down around us, and we moved to a new subreddit, we quickly built a brand new space full of the same joy and humor that defined the old subreddit. However... this will unfortunately be my last stop.
It is with deep sorrow that I tell you all that I have been removed from the moderation team of this subreddit. After three and a half years, I will no longer be a moderator here for subreddit. I am so incredibly proud of this community and how far we have come. I will be forever grateful to the podcast, and to all of you for the memories and the laughter you guys gave to me.
But this isn't goodbye forever. I'll still be hanging around the subreddit as a regular ol comment leaver. I also will continue to moderate for SoAlrightPod so go check out that place. I will also continue modding for roosterteeth at least for now, though I do plan on leaving that one soon.
Goodbye
To ANEGGG I say thank you. I cannot overstate the impact Rooster Teeth has had in my life. From my very first Achievement Hunter video in 8th grade, to the final episode of the Rooster Teeth Podcast. You guys are what ignited my passion for creating things, and you're what pushed me to pursue a degree in Film. Seeing you guys pop up in the subreddit has always been a joy (Eric's comments are always fucking hilarious) and I was overjoyed when I got to meet some of you at RTX 22/23. Thank you.
To the OG mods of FUCKFACEPOD I say thank you. Some of you have only been mods for a months before we had to switch subreddits and you all adapted to the change wonderfully. The rest of you have been in the game almost as long as I have. I couldn't have asked for a better group of people to have worked with, nor better friends to accompany me. Thank you.
And finally, to the community I say thank you. I've had some pretty dark moments over the past few years, but being able to come to this subreddit and laugh at whatever random bullshit was happening has always managed to pull back into the light. I say this of not just the F**k Face/Regulation Pod community but for the wider Rooster Teeth community as well. Thank you.
I leave you now with this Spotify playlist I made.
Reminiscing
Now if you'll forgive me, I'd like to do some reminiscing about my time here:
submitted by The_Better_Devil to theregulationpod [link] [comments]
Thank you
First of all, from the bottom of my heart, I want to thank each and every one of you. The past few months have been incredibly troubling for us all, but you guys have made it easier to find my way through it. The community and the podcast will always hold a special place in my heart. For three and a half years I have worked as a mod of FUCKFACEPOD to build a thriving community of comment leavers. In that time we have done incredible things together.
We left our mark on Place in 2022, we held meetups at RTX, the mod team even tried streaming for Extra Life one year. And when the company was closing down around us, and we moved to a new subreddit, we quickly built a brand new space full of the same joy and humor that defined the old subreddit. However... this will unfortunately be my last stop.
It is with deep sorrow that I tell you all that I have been removed from the moderation team of this subreddit. After three and a half years, I will no longer be a moderator here for subreddit. I am so incredibly proud of this community and how far we have come. I will be forever grateful to the podcast, and to all of you for the memories and the laughter you guys gave to me.
But this isn't goodbye forever. I'll still be hanging around the subreddit as a regular ol comment leaver. I also will continue to moderate for SoAlrightPod so go check out that place. I will also continue modding for roosterteeth at least for now, though I do plan on leaving that one soon.
Goodbye
To ANEGGG I say thank you. I cannot overstate the impact Rooster Teeth has had in my life. From my very first Achievement Hunter video in 8th grade, to the final episode of the Rooster Teeth Podcast. You guys are what ignited my passion for creating things, and you're what pushed me to pursue a degree in Film. Seeing you guys pop up in the subreddit has always been a joy (Eric's comments are always fucking hilarious) and I was overjoyed when I got to meet some of you at RTX 22/23. Thank you.
To the OG mods of FUCKFACEPOD I say thank you. Some of you have only been mods for a months before we had to switch subreddits and you all adapted to the change wonderfully. The rest of you have been in the game almost as long as I have. I couldn't have asked for a better group of people to have worked with, nor better friends to accompany me. Thank you.
And finally, to the community I say thank you. I've had some pretty dark moments over the past few years, but being able to come to this subreddit and laugh at whatever random bullshit was happening has always managed to pull back into the light. I say this of not just the F**k Face/Regulation Pod community but for the wider Rooster Teeth community as well. Thank you.
I leave you now with this Spotify playlist I made.
Reminiscing
Now if you'll forgive me, I'd like to do some reminiscing about my time here:
- January 2021: u/Johnathan_Wickerino, creator of FUCKFACEPOD invites myself and three other mods to help him run the expanding subreddit.
- November 12th 2021: Myself, another mod, and a couple community members host F**kers & Flagons, a DND Extra Life stream. We raise $500.
- April 1st 2022: Place opens it's doors once more. While the Discord server is playing an April Fools prank by rebranding to a Face Jam server, the subreddit is working to build the F**k Face logo on the canvas.
- April 2022: A few weeks after Place, we celebrate the 100th episode of F**k Face.
- June 2022: FUCKFACEPOD Crosses 10,000 members. We celebrate by inviting people to play Halo Infinite. This was originally supposed to be a tournament, but due to lack of participation we just screwed around in custom games for a few hours. Thank you to Andrew Panton for joining us for the occasion.
- July 1st 2022: RTX opens it's doors in Austin for the first time since COVID. Through masks and face shields, we come together as a community once again. One of the other mods Trix hosts a community meetup outside the convention center which Geoff shows up to.
- January 2023: The first draft of many is released. We all gather round to listen to the Falls Draft.
- April 2023: The very first live Sloppy Joes Bingo takes place late at night on RTTV
- July 7th 2023: Nobody knows it yet, but this will be the final RTX. This year is my first and only year as a Guardian. While walking on the convention floor, Eric calls me over and asks me for a pen. As I hand him the pen I tell him who I am. When he's done signing autographs and taking pictures, he hands me a huge stack of baseball cards with his face on them and tells me to do as I will with them. I spend the whole weekend passing them out to people. When I get home I mail the leftovers out to 43 people.
- July 9th 2023: As Trix hosted the meetup last year, I host it this year. This year was thankfully indoors and out of the Texas sun. Two community members come to the meetup with bootleg golden gurplers and start passing them out to people. Another member brings a F**k Face Summer of 98 Yearbook which all of us happily sign.
- December 25th 2023: It is Christmas morning. Christmas has never really meant anything to me since I'm Jewish, but as I look at my phone and see a notification announcing we have hit 20,000 members, I definitely start feeling the Christmas Spirit.
- January 24th 2024: Myself and a few other members of the community play a game of Quiplash 3 using a custom F**k Face themed prompt pack. The video features a special introduction by Andrew Panton, as well as a recorded message by Eric.
- March 6th 2024: If this were to happen one week later I'd be able to make a "Beware The Ides Of March" joke. It is on this day that we learn that Rooster Teeth is being shut down.
- May 11th 2024: After two months of housekeeping and negotiations, Rooster Teeth is finally dead. Many of it's podcasts are now going independent, while others are forced to rebrand.
- Today: Who the fuck knows...
2024.05.21 15:25 utopian_potential DFV Meme'd us his story: here is my interpretation of it - Pt 1/7
2024.05.21 15:23 digivice1999 [ ABOUT CALLOSIS UQ & GUILD 10 P.M ]
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2024.05.21 15:21 human_itarian Realizations & My Breaking Point
I used to think that maybe my father didn't quite understand how crazy my mother was and that he was such a passionate man and had to keep his marriage vows to be faithful.
My breaking point was when my parents flew to my home state to spend a weekend with the kids at a nice hotel. My husband and myself weren't invited but we took to the idea because it gave us the chance at some much needed alone time together.
This was the first time I had seen her since the previous Christmas visit, in her home, and I had told her off for recording my dad choking while laughing in his and our faces about it. (She then made it a point to send me the video recording - twice).
We invited her over to celebrate her birthday one of the days she was in town. I ordered a custom made cake for her with her favorite flavors from our favorite local baker. I worked hard to make sure the house was looking it's best in between working full time and rasing two children. I picked fresh flowers from our garden and arranged them in a way I hoped that she would like.
It was a very cold feeling upon her arrival. Short answers and questions, small talk, but cold talk. At some point I mentioned that I had been feeling depressed (it was hard to shake what happened during the Christmas visit with them) and tried some meds that my dr Rx but I didn't tolerate them well, so stopped them.
At some point my mother got up from the table and went into my daughters room. She opened her closet door and it wasn't organized. She brought the outside garbage bin inside into her room and started to toss things out. At best I thought she was just trying to help. And at worse I thought she was just being crazy again. I asked my dad to have her stop because I didn't want the outside trash bin in my house. The trash bin was brought back outside with whatever she took upon herself to toss of ours.
We sang happy birthday to her, she stood there with folded arms. The kids ate the cake, she had none, and left without a goodbye; much less a thank you.
It wasn't until the next day that my husband went to look inside the trash bin and he discovered what she threw out was our keepsakes such as framed pictures of my daughters first ultrasound and our first family dog that passed away, school clothing, a game system, things that were not helpful or wanted to be thrown away.
Soon after they returned to their home state, I get an email from them that they think I need to be in a mental hospital. For some context, I am a successful licensed mental health social worker. If I needed inpatient hospitalization I'm sure I wouldn't be able to maintain my case load, obtain multiple performance based bonuses, and continuously score 100% on my quality audits. This suggestion was supposed to be a "dig" at me, but what it did was make me finally realize she's never going to change and I don't have to keep accepting her toxic abuse.
What I've come to realize is that my father does understand how fully crazy she is. She put him through multiple crazy scenarios - (accused him of cheating, got them kicked out of their neighborhood - just to name a few) He just chooses to side with that over keeping a relationship with his daughter or grandson (even though he insists on keeping one with his granddaughter)
I gave them the option to apologize and seek help prior to us engaging in a relationship further. They chose to take me off the will soon after and I haven't heard from her since.
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My breaking point was when my parents flew to my home state to spend a weekend with the kids at a nice hotel. My husband and myself weren't invited but we took to the idea because it gave us the chance at some much needed alone time together.
This was the first time I had seen her since the previous Christmas visit, in her home, and I had told her off for recording my dad choking while laughing in his and our faces about it. (She then made it a point to send me the video recording - twice).
We invited her over to celebrate her birthday one of the days she was in town. I ordered a custom made cake for her with her favorite flavors from our favorite local baker. I worked hard to make sure the house was looking it's best in between working full time and rasing two children. I picked fresh flowers from our garden and arranged them in a way I hoped that she would like.
It was a very cold feeling upon her arrival. Short answers and questions, small talk, but cold talk. At some point I mentioned that I had been feeling depressed (it was hard to shake what happened during the Christmas visit with them) and tried some meds that my dr Rx but I didn't tolerate them well, so stopped them.
At some point my mother got up from the table and went into my daughters room. She opened her closet door and it wasn't organized. She brought the outside garbage bin inside into her room and started to toss things out. At best I thought she was just trying to help. And at worse I thought she was just being crazy again. I asked my dad to have her stop because I didn't want the outside trash bin in my house. The trash bin was brought back outside with whatever she took upon herself to toss of ours.
We sang happy birthday to her, she stood there with folded arms. The kids ate the cake, she had none, and left without a goodbye; much less a thank you.
It wasn't until the next day that my husband went to look inside the trash bin and he discovered what she threw out was our keepsakes such as framed pictures of my daughters first ultrasound and our first family dog that passed away, school clothing, a game system, things that were not helpful or wanted to be thrown away.
Soon after they returned to their home state, I get an email from them that they think I need to be in a mental hospital. For some context, I am a successful licensed mental health social worker. If I needed inpatient hospitalization I'm sure I wouldn't be able to maintain my case load, obtain multiple performance based bonuses, and continuously score 100% on my quality audits. This suggestion was supposed to be a "dig" at me, but what it did was make me finally realize she's never going to change and I don't have to keep accepting her toxic abuse.
What I've come to realize is that my father does understand how fully crazy she is. She put him through multiple crazy scenarios - (accused him of cheating, got them kicked out of their neighborhood - just to name a few) He just chooses to side with that over keeping a relationship with his daughter or grandson (even though he insists on keeping one with his granddaughter)
I gave them the option to apologize and seek help prior to us engaging in a relationship further. They chose to take me off the will soon after and I haven't heard from her since.
2024.05.21 15:16 angim350 [ASMR Roleplay] [F4A] You move in with your nervous girlfriend [internal monologue] [sweet] [reassurance] [making out] [seductive]
Hey all!
So the premise here is that a young couple are moving in together for the first time, and it's a brief look at their first evening and morning together. I've written it as a girlfriend as this is actually based on real events, but the listener can be anyone. Girlfriend can also be changed to boyfriend if preferable :)
Fine to monetize, just give me credit and link back here :) also, if anyone wants to fill this, awesome!!!
There is a mix of internal and external monologue here. Hope I've kept that clear in the text but, if not, please let me know!
Girlfriend
(knocking on the door)
Hello! Is anyone here? Oh, hi! Sorry I’m a bit late. Took ages to load up the car. Hmm? Sorry, I know you have other clients! Yeah, of course, I’m sure they’re on the way.
(internal, sarcastically)
Well, this estate agent seems lovely. Is she actually going to let me in?
(spoken)
Are we okay to wait inside? I think it’s going to rain. Thankyou…
(internal)
I still can’t believe we’re doing this! I hope I haven’t brought too much stuff. They said they’re barely bringing anything! Oh, this place looks a little dusty! Floor’s a bit messy! I’ll have to give it a clean. God, I hope they don’t lose patience with me. Their room at home always seems so tidy, but I know their mum is a bit of a clean freak too.
(spoken)
Sorry? Yeah, this is our first place together. We’ve been going out for three years and I just got a new job, so we figured why not? Renting for now, but hoping to buy a place in a year or two.
(internal)
If they don’t run a mile after living with me for a few weeks. I’m okay to live with, right? My housemates didn’t have an issue at [insert Uni or college, depending on location]. Oh god, what if…
(spoken)
Sorry, I’m here now. Oh yeah, I remember I really liked this kitchen! New oven, cool! Tell the landlord thanks! Yeah, I may as well start signing everything whilst we wait. I’m really sure they won’t be much longer.
The sound of knocking.
Girlfriend
(spoken)
Oh, that’ll be them now! Come up! We’re just in the kitchen. Hey!
(internal)
Ah man, I still get jittery when they smile at me like that! I still can’t believe we’re doing this. I know we spend all our weekends and most evenings together but it is going to be different, actually living together. We need to get a joint account set up, we’re going to need to go shopping ASAP – there’s literally nothing in! The internet people better turn up tomorrow! I’ve only got [speaker to insert their favourite show] boxsets for us to watch and I’m not sure that’s their thing…
(spoken)
Sorry, I was miles away. So we both sign here? Oh, rules? Okay?
(internal)
Gosh, do they think we’re going to be throwing mad parties every week? We’re not kids! Security deposit? We know this already! Ah, I shouldn’t be so harsh. She’s just doing her job. But does she have to act like we’re planning on burning the place down? Oh, one year’s tenancy? No early release? Eeesh, what if they don’t want to stay… oh wow, they signed really quickly!
(spoken)
Thankyou. I don’t think I have any questions. Do you?
(internal)
There’s that smile again. They look so excited! I hope they’re not as nervous as me. Oh, she’s leaving. Good.
(spoken)
Well, here we are. Just the two of us now. No… second thoughts? No, of course not! All my stuff’s outside, is yours? Shall we get it all in first and then think about where everything is going to go? Oh, your dad’s given us that TV? Fantastic! Think my laptop might be about to die!
Around half an hour later…
Girlfriend
(spoken, sounds out of breath)
Okay! Big pile of stuff. Least we got it in.
(internal)
How do they only have like three suitcases? I couldn’t even fit everything in my car!
(spoken)
I knew I shouldn’t have brought so many books! No idea where we’re going to put them. And the bathroom really is small! I know we said we didn’t mind, but…
Sound of a kiss.
Girlfriend
(spoken)
I love you too. Sorry, I’m overthinking things again. How are you feeling? I know! Still can’t quite believe we have our own place. We really needed it. I swear my dad was deliberately being annoying half the time. Always banging around downstairs! Shush, I’m not just like him! He’ll be okay. He’s got mum. I guess it must be weird with all your kids gone.
(internal)
Dad was so great about everything. Maybe I should have let him come help us move in, but I kind of wanted this to just be us.
(spoken)
Yeah, let’s take a proper look around.
(internal)
I need to chill. This place is really nice, especially for the price. I love the living room. Still can’t believe the sofa and chairs came with the flat. The sofa looks so comfortable. I can’t wait for us to snuggle up on there. They even left a little reading lamp in the corner! I hope they don’t mind if I want to just read some nights. They didn’t really seem to before, but now it’s just us all the time…
Ahhh, I wish the bathroom was bigger! The shower’s a bit ancient. I dunno if we’d both fit in… shit, now they can see me blushing, great! Let’s move out of here quickly!
Really good cupboard space for a small bedroom. I’ve got so many clothes though. I may need to use some of their space as well! Dad was right. I should have had a clear out before I came.
(spoken, laughing)
Don’t jump on the bed like that! Because it’s all tidy! Yeah, I know nobody’s coming round today, but… I am chilled! Wait, what? Okay, fine, I’ll try it out. Yeah, it is very comfy.
(internal)
They smell so good today. I love it when they wear this. I don’t even know what it is. Guess I’ll be seeing it in the bathroom, so I know what to get them for their birthday.
Sound of kissing.
Girlfriend
(spoken)
Are you happy we’ve done this?
(internal)
It’s weird how right this feels. I know it’s just the two of us here now, and I don’t feel nervous. This is just so cool.
(spoken)
What? Let you show me? How… oh….
Sound of kissing and giggling.
Girlfriend
(spoken)
Hey you. We have a lot of unpacking to… oh, you’re so mean.
More kissing.
Girlfriend
(internal)
I love it when they stroke my hair like this. Okay, pinning my hands above my head. That’s… new. Kinda like it though. It is so good that nobody can possibly disturb us. We can literally do anything we want to! Okay, my cheeks feel like they’re on fire. Typical.
(spoken)
Okay, we can, ohhh…
(internal)
I could get used to this.
The next morning…
Girlfriend
(internal)
What time is it? Must be getting late, it’s so bright in here. We need better curtains! This bed is so comfy though. I must have fallen asleep so quickly last night. Urgh, I’m so groggy in the morning. Wait, where are they? Can I hear noises in the kitchen? And what’s that smell? Oh, they must be cooking something. Bless them. I’m still so full from last night. It was so awesome to just have the night together in our own place! They’re getting better at cooking. I’ll need to make us something tonight.
I better get up soon. It’s just so warm in here. Ah, I need the bathroom. I still feel a bit awkward about that, but they’re so lovely about it. I’ll just sneak in now…
(spoken)
Oh hey! I thought you were in the kitchen. Oh, what you carrying? Wow, breakfast in bed! Thanks!
Sound of eating.
Girlfriend
(spoken)
Oh man, this is so good! When did you become a Michelin Chef? Your mum usually cooks for us!
(internal)
How do they look so awesome even though they’ve just woke up? I bet I look a right mess. Ah, there’s that smile again.
(spoken)
What? Haha, pull the other one. If there’s one thing I look like now, it isn’t beautiful. Have you seen my hair? Looks like I’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards. Okay, now you’re just teasing me! I guess I better get dressed in a sec. How long you been up? An hour? You’ve been trying to build the TV stand? How’s that gone? Oh…
(internal)
Bless them. They really aren’t very good at DIY. Good thing the landlord should take care of any repairs we need. My bookshelf should arrive today. Might be better to get Dad to come help us with that. If they’re not offended.
(spoken)
Okay, I am full! That was awesome though, thankyou! I’ll cook tonight. Unless you wanted to try that takeaway we saw round the corner… haha, you really know me so well.
Sound of kissing.
Girlfriend
(spoken)
Okay, I’ll jump in the shower then I’ll come and help you! There’s something I wanted to give you as well. I meant to last night but by the time we got everything unpacked I forgot! It’s in my bag, hold on, I’ll get it.
(internal)
They’re so cute. I can see them checking me out. Don’t know what’s so hot about these pyjamas. They’re like three years old and literally have super-heroes on them. Oh god, why did I wear… no, I can’t keep overthinking this stuff. Not if we’re going to live together.
(spoken)
Here it is! I got it custom made. Open it.
Sound of ripping paper.
Girlfriend
(spoken)
It’s that picture I took of you and Bounce a few years back. Remember, for one of our first dates you took me for a walk in the forest with her? We almost lost her when she tried to chase after a bird? I know you’re going to miss her living here, so I thought you’d like a picture of her. I’d say she could come round any time, but I don’t think we’re allowed pets.
(internal)
Ah man, I hope this is okay. They really love that dog and I know it was hard on them to leave them.
(spoken)
You love it? Of course, you’re welcome! I love you too.
Sound of kissing.
Girlfriend
(spoken)
You know I over think everything and I’m a little, well, full-on sometimes, but I just want you to know I’m so happy we’ve done this. I can’t wait for, well, everything! You mean the world to me, and I’m so happy you want to live with me.
(pause, then spoken)
Here’s to the next forever!
submitted by angim350 to ASMRScriptHaven [link] [comments]
So the premise here is that a young couple are moving in together for the first time, and it's a brief look at their first evening and morning together. I've written it as a girlfriend as this is actually based on real events, but the listener can be anyone. Girlfriend can also be changed to boyfriend if preferable :)
Fine to monetize, just give me credit and link back here :) also, if anyone wants to fill this, awesome!!!
There is a mix of internal and external monologue here. Hope I've kept that clear in the text but, if not, please let me know!
Girlfriend
(knocking on the door)
Hello! Is anyone here? Oh, hi! Sorry I’m a bit late. Took ages to load up the car. Hmm? Sorry, I know you have other clients! Yeah, of course, I’m sure they’re on the way.
(internal, sarcastically)
Well, this estate agent seems lovely. Is she actually going to let me in?
(spoken)
Are we okay to wait inside? I think it’s going to rain. Thankyou…
(internal)
I still can’t believe we’re doing this! I hope I haven’t brought too much stuff. They said they’re barely bringing anything! Oh, this place looks a little dusty! Floor’s a bit messy! I’ll have to give it a clean. God, I hope they don’t lose patience with me. Their room at home always seems so tidy, but I know their mum is a bit of a clean freak too.
(spoken)
Sorry? Yeah, this is our first place together. We’ve been going out for three years and I just got a new job, so we figured why not? Renting for now, but hoping to buy a place in a year or two.
(internal)
If they don’t run a mile after living with me for a few weeks. I’m okay to live with, right? My housemates didn’t have an issue at [insert Uni or college, depending on location]. Oh god, what if…
(spoken)
Sorry, I’m here now. Oh yeah, I remember I really liked this kitchen! New oven, cool! Tell the landlord thanks! Yeah, I may as well start signing everything whilst we wait. I’m really sure they won’t be much longer.
The sound of knocking.
Girlfriend
(spoken)
Oh, that’ll be them now! Come up! We’re just in the kitchen. Hey!
(internal)
Ah man, I still get jittery when they smile at me like that! I still can’t believe we’re doing this. I know we spend all our weekends and most evenings together but it is going to be different, actually living together. We need to get a joint account set up, we’re going to need to go shopping ASAP – there’s literally nothing in! The internet people better turn up tomorrow! I’ve only got [speaker to insert their favourite show] boxsets for us to watch and I’m not sure that’s their thing…
(spoken)
Sorry, I was miles away. So we both sign here? Oh, rules? Okay?
(internal)
Gosh, do they think we’re going to be throwing mad parties every week? We’re not kids! Security deposit? We know this already! Ah, I shouldn’t be so harsh. She’s just doing her job. But does she have to act like we’re planning on burning the place down? Oh, one year’s tenancy? No early release? Eeesh, what if they don’t want to stay… oh wow, they signed really quickly!
(spoken)
Thankyou. I don’t think I have any questions. Do you?
(internal)
There’s that smile again. They look so excited! I hope they’re not as nervous as me. Oh, she’s leaving. Good.
(spoken)
Well, here we are. Just the two of us now. No… second thoughts? No, of course not! All my stuff’s outside, is yours? Shall we get it all in first and then think about where everything is going to go? Oh, your dad’s given us that TV? Fantastic! Think my laptop might be about to die!
Around half an hour later…
Girlfriend
(spoken, sounds out of breath)
Okay! Big pile of stuff. Least we got it in.
(internal)
How do they only have like three suitcases? I couldn’t even fit everything in my car!
(spoken)
I knew I shouldn’t have brought so many books! No idea where we’re going to put them. And the bathroom really is small! I know we said we didn’t mind, but…
Sound of a kiss.
Girlfriend
(spoken)
I love you too. Sorry, I’m overthinking things again. How are you feeling? I know! Still can’t quite believe we have our own place. We really needed it. I swear my dad was deliberately being annoying half the time. Always banging around downstairs! Shush, I’m not just like him! He’ll be okay. He’s got mum. I guess it must be weird with all your kids gone.
(internal)
Dad was so great about everything. Maybe I should have let him come help us move in, but I kind of wanted this to just be us.
(spoken)
Yeah, let’s take a proper look around.
(internal)
I need to chill. This place is really nice, especially for the price. I love the living room. Still can’t believe the sofa and chairs came with the flat. The sofa looks so comfortable. I can’t wait for us to snuggle up on there. They even left a little reading lamp in the corner! I hope they don’t mind if I want to just read some nights. They didn’t really seem to before, but now it’s just us all the time…
Ahhh, I wish the bathroom was bigger! The shower’s a bit ancient. I dunno if we’d both fit in… shit, now they can see me blushing, great! Let’s move out of here quickly!
Really good cupboard space for a small bedroom. I’ve got so many clothes though. I may need to use some of their space as well! Dad was right. I should have had a clear out before I came.
(spoken, laughing)
Don’t jump on the bed like that! Because it’s all tidy! Yeah, I know nobody’s coming round today, but… I am chilled! Wait, what? Okay, fine, I’ll try it out. Yeah, it is very comfy.
(internal)
They smell so good today. I love it when they wear this. I don’t even know what it is. Guess I’ll be seeing it in the bathroom, so I know what to get them for their birthday.
Sound of kissing.
Girlfriend
(spoken)
Are you happy we’ve done this?
(internal)
It’s weird how right this feels. I know it’s just the two of us here now, and I don’t feel nervous. This is just so cool.
(spoken)
What? Let you show me? How… oh….
Sound of kissing and giggling.
Girlfriend
(spoken)
Hey you. We have a lot of unpacking to… oh, you’re so mean.
More kissing.
Girlfriend
(internal)
I love it when they stroke my hair like this. Okay, pinning my hands above my head. That’s… new. Kinda like it though. It is so good that nobody can possibly disturb us. We can literally do anything we want to! Okay, my cheeks feel like they’re on fire. Typical.
(spoken)
Okay, we can, ohhh…
(internal)
I could get used to this.
The next morning…
Girlfriend
(internal)
What time is it? Must be getting late, it’s so bright in here. We need better curtains! This bed is so comfy though. I must have fallen asleep so quickly last night. Urgh, I’m so groggy in the morning. Wait, where are they? Can I hear noises in the kitchen? And what’s that smell? Oh, they must be cooking something. Bless them. I’m still so full from last night. It was so awesome to just have the night together in our own place! They’re getting better at cooking. I’ll need to make us something tonight.
I better get up soon. It’s just so warm in here. Ah, I need the bathroom. I still feel a bit awkward about that, but they’re so lovely about it. I’ll just sneak in now…
(spoken)
Oh hey! I thought you were in the kitchen. Oh, what you carrying? Wow, breakfast in bed! Thanks!
Sound of eating.
Girlfriend
(spoken)
Oh man, this is so good! When did you become a Michelin Chef? Your mum usually cooks for us!
(internal)
How do they look so awesome even though they’ve just woke up? I bet I look a right mess. Ah, there’s that smile again.
(spoken)
What? Haha, pull the other one. If there’s one thing I look like now, it isn’t beautiful. Have you seen my hair? Looks like I’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards. Okay, now you’re just teasing me! I guess I better get dressed in a sec. How long you been up? An hour? You’ve been trying to build the TV stand? How’s that gone? Oh…
(internal)
Bless them. They really aren’t very good at DIY. Good thing the landlord should take care of any repairs we need. My bookshelf should arrive today. Might be better to get Dad to come help us with that. If they’re not offended.
(spoken)
Okay, I am full! That was awesome though, thankyou! I’ll cook tonight. Unless you wanted to try that takeaway we saw round the corner… haha, you really know me so well.
Sound of kissing.
Girlfriend
(spoken)
Okay, I’ll jump in the shower then I’ll come and help you! There’s something I wanted to give you as well. I meant to last night but by the time we got everything unpacked I forgot! It’s in my bag, hold on, I’ll get it.
(internal)
They’re so cute. I can see them checking me out. Don’t know what’s so hot about these pyjamas. They’re like three years old and literally have super-heroes on them. Oh god, why did I wear… no, I can’t keep overthinking this stuff. Not if we’re going to live together.
(spoken)
Here it is! I got it custom made. Open it.
Sound of ripping paper.
Girlfriend
(spoken)
It’s that picture I took of you and Bounce a few years back. Remember, for one of our first dates you took me for a walk in the forest with her? We almost lost her when she tried to chase after a bird? I know you’re going to miss her living here, so I thought you’d like a picture of her. I’d say she could come round any time, but I don’t think we’re allowed pets.
(internal)
Ah man, I hope this is okay. They really love that dog and I know it was hard on them to leave them.
(spoken)
You love it? Of course, you’re welcome! I love you too.
Sound of kissing.
Girlfriend
(spoken)
You know I over think everything and I’m a little, well, full-on sometimes, but I just want you to know I’m so happy we’ve done this. I can’t wait for, well, everything! You mean the world to me, and I’m so happy you want to live with me.
(pause, then spoken)
Here’s to the next forever!
2024.05.21 15:11 spitefulcheerio [WTS] Suppressor Ready P320 Parts Kit, bring your FCU and you’re G2G
Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/nuwQi6F
Couple more pictures: https://imgur.com/a/Enw96Qs
Got a nearly complete suppressor P320 build for sale, only needs a FCU and a can and you’re a cool kid. Includes XCarry Legion slide with suppressor height front sight and adjustable legion rear sight (slide is optic ready), Norsso TiN 3.9” threaded barrel lvl2, Armory Craft spring tuning kit, Armory Craft TiN sport takedown lever, XCompact grip module, and standard compact grip module with standard takedown lever. Approx $750 new,
Selling cause I was gonna build a Flux but my wife is happy with our P320 the way it is and wants a true PDW instead. Who am I to disagree? Barrel and springs saw about 200 rounds, functioned flawlessly with my obsidian9 with everything from 115g to 158g.
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Couple more pictures: https://imgur.com/a/Enw96Qs
Got a nearly complete suppressor P320 build for sale, only needs a FCU and a can and you’re a cool kid. Includes XCarry Legion slide with suppressor height front sight and adjustable legion rear sight (slide is optic ready), Norsso TiN 3.9” threaded barrel lvl2, Armory Craft spring tuning kit, Armory Craft TiN sport takedown lever, XCompact grip module, and standard compact grip module with standard takedown lever. Approx $750 new,
selling for $425 firm.
I’ve dropped the price a few times now, $425 is what I’ve been hoping to get. At this point it’s a smokin deal and I’d rather not take offers below this but money talks.Selling cause I was gonna build a Flux but my wife is happy with our P320 the way it is and wants a true PDW instead. Who am I to disagree? Barrel and springs saw about 200 rounds, functioned flawlessly with my obsidian9 with everything from 115g to 158g.
Not looking to separate at this time unless you do the legwork and I come out whole the other side.
Shipping will take about 2-3 days as my work schedule is pretty wild. Payment can be made through any method but PayPal is preferred. More pictures can be had upon request.2024.05.21 15:11 FiveFreddys12 possible reference to Marble Hornets?
 | Hazbin Hotel submitted by FiveFreddys12 to hazbin [link] [comments] in this picture you could see an crossed out O symbol which is the operator symbol from marble hornets. Marble Hornets what do you think? |
2024.05.21 15:08 AmbitionOk9192 I think my marriage is over. What do I Do? M/39 found out wife F/45 is cheating.
I think my marriage is over.
Edit: throwaway account because, you know why
My wife and I have been together over 10 years and I've caught her messaging strange men on the Internet more times than I can count. Sometimes, I'd walk into a room from behind her and see the sexual things she was sending through secret accounts in apps, etc. Two times I got her absolutely red-handed to the point where she admitted it, but said it was all people who lived hundreds of away and it was just messages, but then promptly blamed me for supposedly being distant - bare in mind this happened twice.
Over the years, I walked in on her masturbating with a video call on that she gaslights me about happening to this very day. I've caught her taking intimate photos and videos multiple times (I have never received a single one in out decade together).
One time on the way to my grandfather's funeral, her phone qas connected to my cars Bluetooth and I just answered a ring when a call came through it was a man who seemed very confused to be hearing a guys voice on the phone. My wife panicked and ended the call so fast.
I was stupid. I decided that I loved her too much to call it quits. I decided to give it another chance. It took over 5 years to rebuild that trust.
Cut to 3 months ago when my wifes phone wasn't working and she handed it to me to fix it. This is when a picture of a guy and his dick come through her notifications! Then I open it to see that it's coming with an invitation to stay overnight at his house, and he stays in the next town over! My wife lied through her teeth and said he sent that unsolicited, and she didn't know where he lived and that it was all a coincidence. I don't know why I didn't ask for a divorce then and there. I honestly don't.
Last week, my work was pretty quiet (i work from home), so I decided to watch some movies in between the lack of work. I don't have a tv in my office, so I used my wifes tablet. Then some sort of flirty messages start coming through, but nothing I could say was specifically flirting. All the messages had a woman from her works name. Let's just say it's Melanie. Then, thanks to the wonders of the icloud continutity, her iPad starts ringing with this person's name, meaning someone is calling her phone, but I know that this person is in the office with my wife today, and there's no reason to be calling personal mobiles either. My wife has shown me messages from Melanie before, and that's written as "Work- Melanie Andrews," not "Melanie Andrews."
So I opened the messages app on her iPad, and I can see texts going back talking about meeting this persons kids and that they're in bed wishing the my wife was there. She's made a contact for someone else and put Melanie's name on it.
Cut to yesterday, my wife is texting away for hours, closes the app whenever I'm near, suddenly announces out of the blue that her friend Sarah needs her to pick her up from 3 towns over from a repair shop and drive her home and they'll probably just go out to lunch too, so she'll be gone a while.
I dont buy it one bit - Sarah, who has a husband with his own car and needs my wife to do this and drops this news the night before? I'm expected to buy that?
So when my wife went to sleep, I checked her ipad again. She hasn't messaged Sarah in 3 months. There have been no calls to sarah. All Sarah's messages are still there. But you know who's messages have been deleted? "Melanie's"
Today, I asked my wife about when she was going out and why Sarah had dropped this on her so last minute. My wife said sharah hadn't gotten back to her with a time (which she absolutely confirmed to me she had yesterday). My wife ended up leaving the house at 10am, claiming she was going to the doctors and then to call Sarah to meet up and head over - despite telling me not 5 minutes prior that they didn't have a time, and yesterday it was lunch.
She left, so I checked the iPad again. Messages all gone again, but oh look, she's on the phone, and it's not to Sarah - it's to "Melanie." But the call ends quickly it seems whoever she's calling isn't picking up. 3 times my wife tries.
Again , still no calls or texts to Sarah in months.
20 minutes later, my wife is home and says I'm acting weird. Then she says Sarah is calling her, and she runs off upstairs and closes the door. Which would be weird, so I went up after her and asked if everything was okay. She shut the door in my face. Once the call was done, she came down and told me I was acting weird. I questioned the total randomness of what happened over the last day with the changing plans, etc. She said that sometimes she just want to be able tk leave the house and not tell me where she's going because she needs that that she feels trapped etc and that she was just going to cancel on Sarah because I am stopping her from having a life.
My wife basically gaslit the hell out of me to make me the problem.
For the record, I have never had an issue with her going out or spending time with any of her friends. She doesn't go out more, and I worried about her being alone so often. Apparently, she's found a way to cure that loneliness.
I dont know what to do. I mean I know I can't stay with her after this but i don't think I have the courage to admit it or to confront her because the only way to do it is tk admit that I didn't trust her enough and snooped.
I feel betrayed and heartbroken - what do I do?
Edit 2: My wife has just told me that's she's going to arrange to meet Sarah for breakfast instead. Sarah - who works full time and has a husband and a kid with special needs.
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Edit: throwaway account because, you know why
My wife and I have been together over 10 years and I've caught her messaging strange men on the Internet more times than I can count. Sometimes, I'd walk into a room from behind her and see the sexual things she was sending through secret accounts in apps, etc. Two times I got her absolutely red-handed to the point where she admitted it, but said it was all people who lived hundreds of away and it was just messages, but then promptly blamed me for supposedly being distant - bare in mind this happened twice.
Over the years, I walked in on her masturbating with a video call on that she gaslights me about happening to this very day. I've caught her taking intimate photos and videos multiple times (I have never received a single one in out decade together).
One time on the way to my grandfather's funeral, her phone qas connected to my cars Bluetooth and I just answered a ring when a call came through it was a man who seemed very confused to be hearing a guys voice on the phone. My wife panicked and ended the call so fast.
I was stupid. I decided that I loved her too much to call it quits. I decided to give it another chance. It took over 5 years to rebuild that trust.
Cut to 3 months ago when my wifes phone wasn't working and she handed it to me to fix it. This is when a picture of a guy and his dick come through her notifications! Then I open it to see that it's coming with an invitation to stay overnight at his house, and he stays in the next town over! My wife lied through her teeth and said he sent that unsolicited, and she didn't know where he lived and that it was all a coincidence. I don't know why I didn't ask for a divorce then and there. I honestly don't.
Last week, my work was pretty quiet (i work from home), so I decided to watch some movies in between the lack of work. I don't have a tv in my office, so I used my wifes tablet. Then some sort of flirty messages start coming through, but nothing I could say was specifically flirting. All the messages had a woman from her works name. Let's just say it's Melanie. Then, thanks to the wonders of the icloud continutity, her iPad starts ringing with this person's name, meaning someone is calling her phone, but I know that this person is in the office with my wife today, and there's no reason to be calling personal mobiles either. My wife has shown me messages from Melanie before, and that's written as "Work- Melanie Andrews," not "Melanie Andrews."
So I opened the messages app on her iPad, and I can see texts going back talking about meeting this persons kids and that they're in bed wishing the my wife was there. She's made a contact for someone else and put Melanie's name on it.
Cut to yesterday, my wife is texting away for hours, closes the app whenever I'm near, suddenly announces out of the blue that her friend Sarah needs her to pick her up from 3 towns over from a repair shop and drive her home and they'll probably just go out to lunch too, so she'll be gone a while.
I dont buy it one bit - Sarah, who has a husband with his own car and needs my wife to do this and drops this news the night before? I'm expected to buy that?
So when my wife went to sleep, I checked her ipad again. She hasn't messaged Sarah in 3 months. There have been no calls to sarah. All Sarah's messages are still there. But you know who's messages have been deleted? "Melanie's"
Today, I asked my wife about when she was going out and why Sarah had dropped this on her so last minute. My wife said sharah hadn't gotten back to her with a time (which she absolutely confirmed to me she had yesterday). My wife ended up leaving the house at 10am, claiming she was going to the doctors and then to call Sarah to meet up and head over - despite telling me not 5 minutes prior that they didn't have a time, and yesterday it was lunch.
She left, so I checked the iPad again. Messages all gone again, but oh look, she's on the phone, and it's not to Sarah - it's to "Melanie." But the call ends quickly it seems whoever she's calling isn't picking up. 3 times my wife tries.
Again , still no calls or texts to Sarah in months.
20 minutes later, my wife is home and says I'm acting weird. Then she says Sarah is calling her, and she runs off upstairs and closes the door. Which would be weird, so I went up after her and asked if everything was okay. She shut the door in my face. Once the call was done, she came down and told me I was acting weird. I questioned the total randomness of what happened over the last day with the changing plans, etc. She said that sometimes she just want to be able tk leave the house and not tell me where she's going because she needs that that she feels trapped etc and that she was just going to cancel on Sarah because I am stopping her from having a life.
My wife basically gaslit the hell out of me to make me the problem.
For the record, I have never had an issue with her going out or spending time with any of her friends. She doesn't go out more, and I worried about her being alone so often. Apparently, she's found a way to cure that loneliness.
I dont know what to do. I mean I know I can't stay with her after this but i don't think I have the courage to admit it or to confront her because the only way to do it is tk admit that I didn't trust her enough and snooped.
I feel betrayed and heartbroken - what do I do?
Edit 2: My wife has just told me that's she's going to arrange to meet Sarah for breakfast instead. Sarah - who works full time and has a husband and a kid with special needs.
2024.05.21 15:07 Routine-Operation234 Is it normal for sibling to call and trauma dump? He’s 30 and I’m 31 and he calls and gives me every grievance he has
I have went lc and nc and back into contact. I really love my brothers and want a relationship with them. But I have one brother who calls and tries to exploit everyone’s business. Even when I gray rock or explain I don’t want to hear, he continues or he drops the information so quickly that I can’t correct him each and every time. Nor do I want that challenge.
He doesn’t call often and this is the first time in months but I can’t seem to handle it and feel guilty. I want to help him and be there and have family future plans but the conversation is so taxing even when I try to put all these barriers in place.
I also believe because my parents aren’t really in the picture and haven’t been I feel some sort of guilt or obligation to listen to him and be there as an older sister.
But everything I say sounds wrong or like my mom, or I just don’t have the energy at all. I don’t want to talk to him. He doesn’t feel like a safe person to me. In the past when I was fresh postpartum he brought a gun into my home with no safety on it. When I tried to express myself saying it made me uncomfortable and to leave it in the car he grew ill. Then later on told me he will always carry no matter what. So now I’m under the assumption is it always on him no matter what. It makes me not want to do anything with them at all for the foreseeable future.
Now I have a fear just being around him. I dread any and all contact from my brothers. Yet I still answer his calls and pretend things are okay. None of which feels good at all.
Yet I stay stuck in this cycle and feel shame for not being able to close this relationship for good. For not being able to just talk to him without taking on all the feelings that come with it.
I just feel like I need a lot of help.
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He doesn’t call often and this is the first time in months but I can’t seem to handle it and feel guilty. I want to help him and be there and have family future plans but the conversation is so taxing even when I try to put all these barriers in place.
I also believe because my parents aren’t really in the picture and haven’t been I feel some sort of guilt or obligation to listen to him and be there as an older sister.
But everything I say sounds wrong or like my mom, or I just don’t have the energy at all. I don’t want to talk to him. He doesn’t feel like a safe person to me. In the past when I was fresh postpartum he brought a gun into my home with no safety on it. When I tried to express myself saying it made me uncomfortable and to leave it in the car he grew ill. Then later on told me he will always carry no matter what. So now I’m under the assumption is it always on him no matter what. It makes me not want to do anything with them at all for the foreseeable future.
Now I have a fear just being around him. I dread any and all contact from my brothers. Yet I still answer his calls and pretend things are okay. None of which feels good at all.
Yet I stay stuck in this cycle and feel shame for not being able to close this relationship for good. For not being able to just talk to him without taking on all the feelings that come with it.
I just feel like I need a lot of help.
2024.05.21 15:05 greasefactory What is your favorite Splinter Cell OST (minus Chaos Theory for obvious reasons) and why?
The Chaos Theory album by legendary electronic artist Amon Tobin is obviously my, and most others, favorite Splinter Cell OST. It’s easily the best video game soundtrack ever made. But taking Chaos Theory out of the picture, I have to say that Micheal Plowman's work for the Splinter Cell 1 OST is easily my favorite out of the whole rest of the games.
There's something very calm and meditative about the ambient music he made for almost every mission that isn't present anywhere in the other Splinter Cell soundtracks. I had major issues trying to sleep as a kid and would frequently turn on the ambient music from the Tbilisi Police Station mission, the Kalinatek Parking Lot (or roof), or any of the Burma/Chinese Embassy segments to help lull me to sleep.
I really hope the upcoming remake has a soundtrack that somewhat resembles both Chaos Theory and SAR. Other notable mentions would be the Ellsworth and JBA ambient tracks from Double Agent soundtrack (my third favorite OST) as those are particularly nostalgic for me and I often listen to them while I’m at work as it’s the perfect environment to listen to them in.
If I had to pick a least favorite track from the all the Splinter Cell OSTs, it would easily be the TV Station track from Pandora Tomorrow. It's just immediately so abrasive and unpleasant to listen to. My favorite Splinter Cell track would for sure Theme from Battery, but since Chaos Theory isn’t included in this, then it would probably be the Kalinatek Parking Lot/Roof track.
I also don’t really care much for the Conviction and Blacklist OSTs, so those are both in last place for me. What're your favorite/least favorite Splinter Cell OSTs/tracks, and why?
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There's something very calm and meditative about the ambient music he made for almost every mission that isn't present anywhere in the other Splinter Cell soundtracks. I had major issues trying to sleep as a kid and would frequently turn on the ambient music from the Tbilisi Police Station mission, the Kalinatek Parking Lot (or roof), or any of the Burma/Chinese Embassy segments to help lull me to sleep.
I really hope the upcoming remake has a soundtrack that somewhat resembles both Chaos Theory and SAR. Other notable mentions would be the Ellsworth and JBA ambient tracks from Double Agent soundtrack (my third favorite OST) as those are particularly nostalgic for me and I often listen to them while I’m at work as it’s the perfect environment to listen to them in.
If I had to pick a least favorite track from the all the Splinter Cell OSTs, it would easily be the TV Station track from Pandora Tomorrow. It's just immediately so abrasive and unpleasant to listen to. My favorite Splinter Cell track would for sure Theme from Battery, but since Chaos Theory isn’t included in this, then it would probably be the Kalinatek Parking Lot/Roof track.
I also don’t really care much for the Conviction and Blacklist OSTs, so those are both in last place for me. What're your favorite/least favorite Splinter Cell OSTs/tracks, and why?
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2024.05.21 15:01 FelicitySmoak_ Tuesday, May 21, 2013 - Jackson v. AEG Live Day 15
 | Trial Day 15 submitted by FelicitySmoak_ to WhereWasMJToday [link] [comments] Katherine, Rebbie and Trent Jackson are at court. LA Times reported that the Jacksons offered a settlement. Kevin Boyle , a lawyer for Katherine Jackson and Michael's kids , said they offered to settle the lawsuit against AEG, but that they never got an answer. Kevin Boyle said the family made the offers in January & March. Boyle would not provide details but said AEG's insurance would have paid, which means they could have settled the case without them paying a dime of their money. He said AEG has never offered to settle & they haven't apologized. Marvin Putnam, an attorney for AEG, said it was inappropriate to discuss settlement discussions: "We don't settle matters that are utterly baseless. We believe that is the case in this matter. I can't see why we would consider a settlement as anything other than a shakedown"CNN Reports there was a snack controversy during trial: AEG lawyers gave a bag of peppermint candy to the bailiff to hand out to the jury this week. Even Katherine Jackson enjoyed the treat but Jackson's lawyer raised an objection, suggesting jurors might be influenced if they realized the source of the sweets. A compromise was reached. Each side can provide snacks for jurors, but they'll be placed at the bailiff's desk before jurors enter court so they have no clue who brought it. Shawn Trell Testimony Jackson direct AEG Live General Counsel, Shawn Trell, told jurors that he had forgotten that Kenny Ortega was working under a signed contract. Trell said he met with his attorneys last night and reviewed one doc -- Kenny Ortega's contract. "He had a written contract," Trell said. "I remember the email dynamic. I'm not too proud to admit that I didn't recall the cover contract," Trell said he was changing his previous testimony to add that Ortega had a written contract, not only emails between him and AEGNext topic was Insurance: Cancellation/Non-Appearance/Sickness. Trell said he started working on insurance for the tour in November of 2008. Panish showed several chains of emails where the parties talked about the insurance for the tour Email from Bob Taylor insurance broker to Trell on 1/7/09: "Prior to speaking with carriers we ask the artist to attend medical with a doctor...A full medical with both blood/urine tests. The doctor also wants to review the medical records over the last 5 years to ensure full disclosure. Insurers require further medical examination to be carried out by their nominated doctor. They may restrict illness coverage or death from illness coverage until this examination has taken place"Email from 4/30/09 - Wooley to Trell : "We have no coverage against Michael sickness unless and until he submits to another medical in LondonEmail from 5/28/09 - Trell to Taylor: "We really need to get that medical done"Email from 6/23/09 - Trell to Taylor : "Any update on the availability of Term insurance?" (life insurance)Trell said if they secured life insurance, they would get money if Michael died. "We would get the money owed to us, yes," Trell testified.Trell also said he continued discussions with an insurance broker about additional coverage to recoup AEG Live's investment if the tour had to be canceled. Email from 6/24/09 -Taylor to Trell : "Insurers have refused to move on this. Huge amount of speculation in the media regarding artist's health. They feel if they're to consider providing illness to cover this particular artist, they must have very through medical report"Email from 6/25/09 - Gongaware to Taylor : "If we don't get sickness coverage, we are dropping this policy"Email from 6/25/09 - Taylor to Gongaware : "The consultation in London is critical. The doctor is holding the afternoon of the 6th July open at Harley St. But keep in mind the visit could take 2 hours plus"Next topic: Budget/Costs. Panish showed an email from AEG's Rick Webking to Michael's estate with 1st report of artist advances/expenses. This was a letter sent to the estate containing the expenses incurred, Trell said. "It seems to me we submitted this report for their review, I don't see any request for payment," Trell said.Trell said he spoke with Randy Phillips and Paul Gongaware about Michael's physical condition prior to coming to testify. "I had heard about rehearsals in which Mr. Jackson was fantastic," Trell saidTrell said he's aware of email from Ortega saying doctor was not allowing Michael to attend rehearsal on June 14, 2009. "I was aware of the doctor not allowing him to attend rehearsal," Trell saidEmail from 6/17/09 from Phillips: "...Ortega, Gongaware, Dileo, and his doctor Conrad from Vegas and I have an intervention with him to get him to focus and come to rehearsal"Email from 6/17/09 from Gongaware to Phillip's assistant: "We need a physical therapist and a nutritionist"Email from Production Manager - Gongaware/Phillips on 6/19/09 : "Paul/Randy I'm not bring a drama queen here. Kenny asked me to notify you both Michael was sent home without stepping foot on stage. He was a basket case and Kenny was concerned he would embarrass himself on stage, or worse yet, be hurt. The company is rehearsing right now, but the DOUBT is pervasive"Email from Randy Phillips to Tim Leiweke on 6/19/09 : "We have a huge problem here."Trell agreed with a statement by plaintiff's attorney, Brian Panish, that company executives knew by then there was a "deep issue" with Jackson Does Trell consider that exchange a "red flag" that AEG Live should have noticed, Panish asked. "I would take it seriously, as I believe Mr. Phillips did," Trell answered. "I don't know I would use the word 'red flag'One of the emails shown to the jury was from Jackson estate co-executor John Branca, sent 5 days before Jackson's death & marked 'confidential': "I have the right therapist/spiritual advisosubstance abuse counselor who could help (recently helped Mike Tyson get sober and paroled) Do we know whether there is a substance issue involved (perhaps better discussed on the phone)The email was sent the same day that a meeting was held at Jackson's home with Murray. No further info given to jury. Trell said Mr. Phillips never told him about this email Email from Ortega to Randy Phillips on 6/20/09: (chain of emails) "I honestly don't think he is ready for this based on his continued physical weakening and deepening emotional state"Trell said he didn't see these emails. He said he spoke with Randy Phillips about Phillips' perception of Michael, in order to prepare for testifying, but not about specific emails. Trell has been designated as the most qualified person to speak on behalf of AEG Email from Phillips to Gongaware on 6/20/09 at 1:52 am : "Tim and I are going to see him tomorrow, however, I'm not sure what the problem is Chemical or Physiological?"From Gongaware to Phillips, on 6/20/09 at 5:59 am : "Take the doctor with you. Why wasn't he there last night?"From Phillips to Gongaware, on 6/20/09 at 2:01 pm : "He is not a psychiatrist so I'm not sure how effective he can be at this point obviously, getting him there is not the issue. It is much deeper"Trell said Randy Phillips went to a handful of rehearsals, three at the Forum and two at Staples Center. The head of the marketing department attended rehearsal on June 23, 2009. "She was blown away by it," Trell testified.He said he was unaware of issues with Jackson at rehearsals. "I knew of no problems with Michael Jackson at all",Trell testified.Trell said he never saw the emails from Phillips directing people to exclude images from This Is It of Michael looking "skeletal" while rehearsing. "What were his observations of Michael's physical condition during rehearsal," Trell said. "I asked for his (Phillips) personal opinion."Next line of questioning is about human resources and background checks. Trell said they can be valuable and useful tools when hiring. Background check costs around $40 to $125. Trell said AEG Live could afford this fee. "We don't do background checks on independent contractors," Trell said. Trell said he was involved in the hiring by AEG Live for the This Is It tour. His department was responsible for retaining independent contractors. Trell said he is not familiar with background check process for hiring. "I am not familiar with the process of doing background checks," Trell said. "No training." Panish: "There was no hiring criteria for the This Is It tour, correct?"Trell: "Not to my knowledge" Trell testified that when it comes to independent contractors, they have either worked with the artists, AEG or known in the industry. Trell agreed that no background check was done on anyone working on the This Is It tour. AEG Live General Counsel Shawn Trell told jurors that no legal or financial checks were done involving Conrad Murray or anyone else who worked as an independent contractor on the This Is It shows. Depending on the nature of the position, a background could be done, Trell said, like for potential employees in the financial area. Trell said he thought a background check would be appropriate for people working in financial roles, but not tour personnel who weren't employees of AEG As to independent contractors, Trell said there's no supervision and monitoring like there's for employees Panish: "You don't do anything to check into background, supervise or protect the artist?"Trell: "No, safety is a concern" Trell said that AEG did not hire Murray, that the doctor was like many independent contractors, "When they leave the environment, what they do on their own time is their own business"Trell testified he doesn't believe the artist is more at risk because AEG Live doesn't do background checks "We did nothing to monitor Dr. Murray," Trell said. "We did not monitor whatever it was that he was doing, no.""It called for Michael Jackson being able to terminate Dr. Murray at will," Trell said about the contract. "If the concerts didn't go forward, and he was terminated under this provision, Dr. Murray would not be paid going forward," Trell explained As to Dr Murray being under dire financial straits, Trell said that he doesn't know if he agrees with it, everyone's perception is different Trell: "I certainly wasn't aware of it at the time"Panish: "Because you didn't check, right?" Trell: "That's right" "I don't think conflict of interests are a good thing, and we would want to prevent it," Trell said Email from Kathy Jorie to Shawn Trell on 6/24/09 at 12:54 am: Subject: Revised agreement with GCA Holdings/Dr. MurrayIt had two attachments Attachments: Revised Michael Jackson -AEG GCA Holdings Murray Agreement 6-18-09 Final MJ -- AEG GCA Holdings Agreement (Dr. Murray) 6-23-09Email chain from 6/23/09, 5:39pm from Jorrie to Wooley, Murray Subject: RE: Michael Jackson - Revised Agreement with GCA Holdings/Dr. Murray Email:"I have redlined the Word version so that you can see all of the revisions. In addition, I've attached clean PDF version for execution" (The email says that if Dr. Murray approved it, he was to print it, sign and send it back to Jorrie) Panish: "Did Ms. Jorrie call this contract a draft?"Trell: "She called it a Final Version" "Every document is a draft until it is executed," Trell said. Panish showed emails exchanged among AEG executives that contained drafts of Murray's contract. Although Murray had signed a contract with the company, neither Jackson nor anyone from AEG had added their signatures. Trell testified that a copy of the contract had never been sent to Jackson With Trell on the stand, Panish played part of an interview that AEG Live President Randy Phillips gave to Sky News television soon after Michael's death. "This guy was willing to leave his practice for a very large sum of money, so we hired him," Phillips said.Panish also showed jurors an e-mail between AEG lawyers suggesting that Phillips told other interviewers AEG Live "hired" Murray. Panish: "Isn't it true that Randy Phillips made numerous comments that AEG Live hired Dr. Murray?"Trell: "I know he has made that statement" Panish said AEG higher-ups became concerned after Phillips made such admission. Trell said he didn't know if that was true. Bruce Black is the General Counsel for parent company of AEG and AEG Live. Michael Roth is AEG's media relations Email from Kathy Jorrie to Bruce Black and Michael Roth on 8/25/09: Subject: AEG Live president says AEG Live hired Dr. Conrad MurrayPanish shows Trell a deposition, under oath, given by insurance broker Bob Taylor on another case. Trell said he has never seen or read it. Trell denied having a telephone conversation with Mr. Taylor where Trell asked him if a doctor's compensation was covered in the insurance. Panish: "Does that refresh your recollection that AEG was employing Dr. Murray?"Trell: "Mr. Taylor has this completely wrong" After lunch break, Brian Panish asked if Shawn Trell wanted to change anything else in his testimony, to which he said "No" Bruce Black, attorney for Anschutz, was present in the meeting with LAPD. Trell met with the police on 1/12/10. Trell told the police that day that Dr. Murray would receive $150,000 compensation per month. Trell also said that Dr. Murray requested and AEG would provide necessary medical equipment and a nurse. More than five months after Jackson's death, Trell said, he informed LAPD detectives that Murray initially requested $5 million to join the tour but eventually agreed to a salary of $150,000 a month for 10 months. Panish: "As far as you know, all the agreements written for TII tour was done under AEG Live Productions, right?"Trell: "Yes" Panish: "Was Dr. Murray trying to help AEG get insurance?" Trell: "The policy was in both names, so he was helping both parties" Trell said Dennis Hawk, who represented Michael, was in touch with Taylor regarding the insurance Panish: "As of June 2009, you don't even know whether Mr. Jackson had a personal managerTrell: "Well, my understanding at the time there were a couple of people acting in that capacity" Email on 6/2/09 from Randy Phillips to Jeff Wald: "Jeff, remember getting Michael to focus is not the easiest thing in the world and we still have no lawyer, business manager, or, even real manager in place. It is a nightmare!"Trell said the only time he saw an artist's signature required to retain an independent contractor was for Dr. Murray. Trell said his understanding was that Dr. Murray worked for Michael for 3 years; didn't know how many times MJ saw Dr. Murray. "I've never spoken with Dr. Murray ever. And I met/spoke with Mr. Jackson once," Trell said. "He was a significant expense," Trell testified about Dr. Murray.Trell said AEG Live didn't do anything to check Dr. Murray's competency as doctor, other than checking his physician license. Trell said AEG didn't do anything to determine Dr. Murray's financial conditions in 2009. Jury was shown an email that Phillips sent to Kenny Ortega on night of June 20, 2009. It was email urging Ortega to stand down. Email on 6/20/09 Phillips to Ortega : "Kenny it's critical that neither you, me, anyone around this show become amateur psychiatrist/physicians. I had a lengthy conversation with Dr. Murray, who I am gaining immense respect for as I get to deal with him more. He said that Michael is not only physically equipped to perform & discouraging him to will hasten his decline instead of stopping it. Dr. Murray also reiterated that he is mentally able to and was speaking to me from the house where he had spent the morning with Michael. This doctor is extremely successful (we check everyone out) and does not need this gig so he is totally unbiased and ethical"Panish asked Trell whether Phillips "characterization to Ortega, given no background check was done, was a lie". Trell responded that he didn't know what Phillips knew or was thinking when he wrote that email to Ortega. Trell also said he expected Randy Phillips to testify at some point during the trial, so he could address the email himself Panish then asked Trell, "Sir, you never checked out one single thing about Dr. Murray -- you've already told me that, correct?""As of the date of the email, that would've been correct",Trell said. When pressed by Panish, Trell said that Phillips' statement that Murray had been checked out, along with the executive's claim that the doctor 'does not need this gig' were inaccurate. "I don't know where Randy's understanding or impression comes from", Trell said.Trell testified that Phillips might have been "misinformed" or simply was stating his impression of the Las Vegas cardiologist Panish: "But no one at AEG checked Dr. Murray to see if he was successful or not, isn't that true?"Trell: "Yes" Panish then asked several pointed questions about whether Shawn Trell agreed with Phillips telling Ortega they'd checked Murray out. One of Panish's questions was whether Trell thought Phillips' email was 'acceptable conduct' Panish called Phillips' statement "a flat out lie" and asked Trell whether he agreed with it or if it signified how AEG did business. Trell said he didn't know what Phillips thought he knew when he wrote the message. "I know this statement is not accurate, but you'd have to speak with Mr. Phillips about what he thought or meant in saying it," Trell said. Panish: "That's a flat out lie, isn't it sir?"Trell: "I don't know what Mr. Phillips intended to say, this should be a question to him" Panish: "You don't know if he was successful or facing bankruptcy, did you?" Trell: "No" Trell: "I know the statement is not accurate. You have to speak with Mr. Phillips about what he meant to say" Panish: "Do you agree with the CEO of your company making untrue statements?" Trell: "I don't know that he didn't know it wasn't true when he said it" Trell said Phillips never told him that he checked Dr. Murray out. As to reference in Phillips' email about Dr. Murray being unbiased, ethical, not needing this gig, Trell said it was Phillips' impressions. He said AEG typically only runs background checks on candidates applying for full-time jobs with AEG, not independent contractors. Panish: "Isn't it true AEG Live does not do background check on independent contractors?"Trell: "That's true" Trell said that no one from AEG interviewed Dr. Murray because he was an independent contractor. "Did anyone from AEG ever at any time interview Dr. Murray", asked Brian Panish"No", Trell replied. Panish showed a document used by AEG entitled "Disclosure and Authorization to Conduct Background Check". Doc is used for employment, promotion, retention, contingent or the rate staffing, consulting, sub-contract work, or volunteer work. Panish asked if there was any reason why Dr. Murray was not given a background check. "He wasn't an employee, he wasn't applying for a full time position with the company," Trell explained.Trell said theoretically they could've asked to check Dr. Murray's background and credit. AEG Cross Jessica Bina began her examination by showing the letter submitted by AEG's CFO to the Estate of Michael Jackson for their review. She asked Shawn Trell about the estimate presented to Jackson's estate that included Murray's $300k fees. She asked why it was prepared. Shawn Trell said it was done at the request of the estate. He said Jackson's estate wanted to know state of tour finances when Jackson died. Trell said the report was requested by the Estate after a series of meetings after Michael's death. "The purpose of the meeting was to wind up the business affairs of the tour due to Michael's death", Trell said. "It was my understating in June Tohme was back in the picture in some capacity. I'm not sure which, Mr. DiLeo was in it too," Trell saidBina: "Is there any request for payment?" Trell: "No, there's no demand for payment, it's for review" Stebbins Bina asked about the inclusion of Murray's fee in the document. Bina showed the report that was attached to the letter. Murray's fee on the document had a footnote. Trell read what that footnote said, and explained why estate wasn't asked for Murray's fee. Next to "Management Medical" there's a reference to footnote 3. Note 3: 'Contract is not signed by Michael Jackson and such signature was condition precedent to any payment obligation' - Footnote on Murray fee.Trell testified Webking, the CFO for AEG, did not ask Michael's Estate for payment of Dr. Murray's salary "You testified you were somewhat confused (by the inclusion of the $300,000)?", Bina asked Trell as she projected the list, dated July 17, 2009, on a screen for jurors."Do you see there's something in parentheses?', Stebbins Bina asked, zooming in to blow up a footnote from AEG CFO Frederick Webking that stated Michael Jackson never signed Murray's contract, so its terms were not enforceable. "Is Mr. Webking asking the estate to pay?", Stebbins Bina asked Trell. "No", he replied, explaining that upon reflection he believed Mr. Webking was just being 'thorough' by including the $300,000 as a budgeted cost. "Did Mr. Webking make a mistake as you thought yesterday?",she asked. "No, he did not", Trell answered Second report made to the Estate on 9/18/09, there was no amount next to management medical. Stebbins Bina then showed a Sept. 2009 report of This Is It's finances to Michael Jackson's estate. Murray's fee is not listed in that document Trell went through his job description with AEG. He said he has five lawyers in his department and has worked on thousands of agreements. Trell explained what PMK is -- Person Most Knowledgeable, identified by the company to testify on its behalf. Trell said he didn't know about all the topics he was designated, so he had to do some studying and interviews with people As to Ortega's contract, Trell said he was aware of a string of emails being at least a part of the original agreement with Kenny. "When we were done here yesterday, I looked at Kenny Ortega's original agreement," Trell said.Trell noted he hadn't looked at Ortega's agreement since it was entered into in 2009. Before the afternoon break, Trell and jury were shown Kenny Ortega's tour agreement. It was signed in April 2009. The agreement was three pages of legalese, with several pages of emails attached that confirmed the terms. The first three pages included some paragraphs that described who owned the rights to This Is It content. A large number of emails are part of the agreement as exhibits. Trell said he recalled the emails exchange and admitted again not being proud of forgetting the cover contract portion. Bina showed Ortega's executed contract with everyone's signature on it. Trell said Kenny Ortega was paid after his contract was signed. Trell, Phillips and Kathy Jorrie were involved in drafting and negotiating the contract with Michael Jackson. For MJ, Trell said Dr. Tohme Tohme and attorneys Dennis Hawk and Peter Lopez represented him. He said there were multiple drafts. "It's my understanding they were talking to, or at least receiving offers from, a competitive of ours, Live Nation," Trell said.Trell also said that before signing an agreement with AEG, Jackson had been considering a tour offer from its main competitor, Live Nation. Bina showed the jury the final tour agreement. Trell said he went to MJ's home at Carolwood to sign it. Upon arrival, Trell said Mr. Jackson got up from where he was seated, and said 'Hi, welcome, I'm Michael." Trell said it was pretty funny, since he was a very distinct person. Trell said they shook hands, he had a good firm handshake and his voice was not what people think "He popped up, came over, introduced himself, was very cordial, there was a real positive energy, good vibe in the room," Trell said. "He seemed genuinely enthused," Trell added. "He had the contract in front of him, said he read every page, seemed very enthused." Trell said they all signed it and Mr. Jackson was really keen on the 3-D stuff, that he was already down the road in his mind. "I was probably there just a little less than an hour. And that was the only time I met him," Trell recalled.Bina discussed the contract for the tour agreement: A first class performance by Artist at each show on each of the approved itineraries. Contract: Artist shall perform no less than 80 minutes at each show, and the maximum show length for each show shall be 3.5 hours. Artist shall approve a sufficient number of shows on itineraries proposed by promoter or producer as to recoup the advances made.Trell said compensation was agreed on 90-10 split. Artist received 90% of what's defined contingent compensation. Trell explained to jury how concerts get paid for. One scenario is artist pays for production up front. A second scenario is that the promoter gives artist an advance, and then they use the money to put together the show. The third option, Trell said, is the artist pays someone like AEG Live to produce and promote the show, with costs to come out of their pay. Trell called the second and third option like an interest-free loan. In Jackson's case, AEG agreed to a 90/10 split of show's proceeds. Jackson would have received the 90% portion, Trell said. Jackson was also on the hook for a 5% production fee AEG Live was promoter & producer. "We advanced the money necessary to mount the tour," Trell explained. "It's interest free money".Trell testified that Jackson's advance, which covered his $100,000-a-month rent on his mansion and a $3-million payment to settle a lawsuit that would free up his performance rights, was considered a loan to be paid back to AEG. Part of the advance was to pay off the settlement agreement of $3 million in London court. The underlying dispute was that a company owned the rights for Jackson's live performance. "The rights needed to be freed up," Trell said.The advances were to be paid back to AEG Live before the split of revenue. Production Advances were capped to $7.5 million. Contract: Artist was responsible for all the production costs in excess of the cap and had to reimburse promoter. "Michael Jackson was known to have very elaborate productions," Trell said. "Production values can get significant, for lack of a better word, it really depends on how many bells and whistles they want," Trell said.Trell said AEG would not advance money without the artist requesting it. Trell said it's not only typical and customary, but standard and artist needs to secure either non-appearance or cancellation insurance. Their interest in the policy, Trell said, was to cover the advances and production costs incurred with the production of the show. "If the were no obligations to AEG, the payout would go back to the artist", Trell explained, "It just recoups our loan made to the artist."Trell was also asked about elements of tour insurance policies and an agreement with former manager Tohme Tohme. Jackson's contract called for him to represent to AEG that he didn't have any health conditions that would keep him from performing. Contract: Artistco hereby represents and warrants that artist does not possess any known health conditions, injuries or ailments that would reasonable be expected to interfere with Artist's first class performance at each of the shows during the termOh Tohme's $100k per month agreement, Trell was shown a January contract that Jackson signed to pay that amount. However, Trell said Tohme's agreement was predicated on Jackson getting tour cancellation insurance by a certain date. Deadline passed and by that point Tohme was no longer Jackson's manager, so he wasn't entitled to be paid his monthly fee. January 24, 2009 -- agreement entered with Dr. Tohme Tohme. Trell said Michael was involved and signed this agreement. "This agreement was entered into January 26, Trell testified. "There are conditions that needed to be met before any payment could be made."One of the the conditions was placement of non-appearance insurance, Trell said. That placement was done in late April, early May. In May, AEG received letter from MJ saying Tohme didn't rep him anymore. "No payments were ever made under this agreement," Trell explained.Court Transcript Rebbie Jackson attending court https://preview.redd.it/mmatrsug5o1d1.jpg?width=443&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b2bb18c8e5e6bca215719208409346bccaf96bc4 https://preview.redd.it/h6ywhnug5o1d1.jpg?width=443&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4576d97371141a308ad6300fb33400f28ed009e3 https://preview.redd.it/wd14srug5o1d1.jpg?width=508&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=31ded1abac7f1916fc67b5d0b264dd231b96f275 https://preview.redd.it/pvrb3vug5o1d1.jpg?width=423&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2e4e93a20eccf030747d4ee60a95365b5e41e9ce https://preview.redd.it/yexbwrug5o1d1.jpg?width=419&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c26155b8478e7c48f8863d946b836f1ab2a13fe8 https://preview.redd.it/o6nzk0vg5o1d1.jpg?width=483&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f146baaaa738ec5fe700fa42aaf58e138f21165f https://preview.redd.it/vuozioug5o1d1.jpg?width=431&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f229517cb96a8f80571439f6f0e27f8c6c7852bc |
2024.05.21 15:01 aznpersuazion Why Vancouver has THE BEST FOOD IN NORTH AMERICA
Alright, buckle up because we're diving into why Vancouver's food scene is straight-up legendary. Forget the regular city vibes; Vancouver is a melting pot of flavors, a culinary carnival that beats anything else in North America. Join me on this personal quest to unravel why the combo of Asian influence, Pacific Northwest goodness, and chill dining vibes makes Vancouver the top pick for foodies.
Asian Culinary Delights: Tradition and Creativity Unleashed
Vancouver's streets resonate with the aromas of traditional Asian dishes, prepared with a touch of authenticity that transports you across borders. Picture slurping savory ramen in Chinatown or savoring hand-pulled noodles in a cozy corner of East Van. But what makes Vancouver's Asian food scene truly exceptional is its fusion of tradition with modern creativity.
In this city, innovation meets tradition on a plate. Take, for instance, squid ink brioche with sea urchin pâté – a daring yet harmonious blend of flavors that pushes the boundaries of culinary expectations. Vancouver's chefs are culinary artists, creating dishes that not only pay homage to traditional recipes but also elevate them into extraordinary, palate-pleasing experiences.
And let's not forget the matcha mochi croissants that have taken the city by storm. A fusion of Japanese mochi and French croissants, these delectable pastries are a testament to Vancouver's culinary diversity. Each bite is a dance of textures and tastes, showcasing the city's flair for seamlessly blending cultures and cuisines.
Pacific Northwest's Grocery List: Seafood Galore and More
Living next to the Pacific Ocean is like having a seafood aisle in your backyard. Fresh salmon, sweet Dungeness crab, and chubby spot prawns – Vancouver's seafood game is on point. And let's not forget the local veggies and meats, straight from the region's green landscapes. It's like nature’s way of saying, "Hey, enjoy the good stuff!"
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Conclusion
Vancouver isn't just a city with good food; it's a food fiesta waiting to happen. The Asian vibes, the Pacific Northwest's goodies, and the city's chill connection with nature make dining here a full-blown experience. Vancouver isn't just North America's food champion; it's a vibe, a journey through flavors, and a big, fat stamp on your foodie passport. So, next time you're craving a culinary adventure, Vancouver's got your back, fork, and knife.
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Asian Culinary Delights: Tradition and Creativity Unleashed
Vancouver's streets resonate with the aromas of traditional Asian dishes, prepared with a touch of authenticity that transports you across borders. Picture slurping savory ramen in Chinatown or savoring hand-pulled noodles in a cozy corner of East Van. But what makes Vancouver's Asian food scene truly exceptional is its fusion of tradition with modern creativity.
In this city, innovation meets tradition on a plate. Take, for instance, squid ink brioche with sea urchin pâté – a daring yet harmonious blend of flavors that pushes the boundaries of culinary expectations. Vancouver's chefs are culinary artists, creating dishes that not only pay homage to traditional recipes but also elevate them into extraordinary, palate-pleasing experiences.
And let's not forget the matcha mochi croissants that have taken the city by storm. A fusion of Japanese mochi and French croissants, these delectable pastries are a testament to Vancouver's culinary diversity. Each bite is a dance of textures and tastes, showcasing the city's flair for seamlessly blending cultures and cuisines.
Pacific Northwest's Grocery List: Seafood Galore and More
Living next to the Pacific Ocean is like having a seafood aisle in your backyard. Fresh salmon, sweet Dungeness crab, and chubby spot prawns – Vancouver's seafood game is on point. And let's not forget the local veggies and meats, straight from the region's green landscapes. It's like nature’s way of saying, "Hey, enjoy the good stuff!"
Nature Vibes: Dining with a View
Vancouver's layout is like a dating app for food and nature; they're a match made in heaven. Whether you're brunching in a leafy neighborhood or devouring seafood with an ocean panorama, the city serves up an Instagrammable backdrop for every meal. Picture this: a patio, a breeze, and the scent of fir trees – eating out just got a whole lot cooler.
Neighborhood Chronicles: Culinary Adventures Off the Beaten Path
Downtown is cool, but venture out, and you'll hit foodie gold. Commercial Drive's eclectic spots or Richmond's legit Asian flavors – Vancouver's neighborhoods are like culinary treasure maps. Each area has its own flavor story, tempting you to be the food explorer you were born to be.
Conclusion
Vancouver isn't just a city with good food; it's a food fiesta waiting to happen. The Asian vibes, the Pacific Northwest's goodies, and the city's chill connection with nature make dining here a full-blown experience. Vancouver isn't just North America's food champion; it's a vibe, a journey through flavors, and a big, fat stamp on your foodie passport. So, next time you're craving a culinary adventure, Vancouver's got your back, fork, and knife.
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2024.05.21 15:00 devineau86 disgusted. found everything! months of cheating, probably a compulsive sex addict
What I must say upfront is that this is an extremely disturbed (personality disorders and substance abuse) and sick person, and I don´t understand why I was staying in this toxic and abusive relationship even without finding out about the cheating but I´m so glad I did because it was what finally made me put an end to it. We have been together for one year. He started getting super jealous, suspicious and controlling of every little thing some months in. And this was never me in past relationships but I realized I was also getting always more and more suspicious but made excuses for him because I only thought he was insecure and that I just had to constantly give him more love and reassurance and that everything would be alright. Well stupid me because of course it was not like that. He was emotionally exhausting me for months and the last weeks have been more and more difficult with him and his constant tantrums, accusations etc. Well 2 nights ago he left his laptop at mines. I found out all his Instagram DMs and saved pictures and iMessages. He flirts with every woman he encounters (he travels a lot for work), entertains hookups with old and new flames, has a catalogue of nude pics and has constant obsessive and super toxic (he is way more abusive with her than he was with me) exchanges with an ex gf whom I think is as disturbed as he is; I found evidence of at least 3 encounters he had and multiple lies. I cannot even imagine the things he deleted and what is on his whatsapp (he was not logged in in the laptop). But that was way more than I needed as proof. So I found all of this last Sunday around 10pm. He came home at 2:30 am and in the mean time I had packed all his stuff (he was staying at mines, thank goodness we don´t live together) and made a list of things that had to be taken care of: -giving me back my keys, -paying me back for some flights I had just bought to travel with him - delete all of our interactions - delete all of my pictures. I also deleted all my pics from his laptop but couldn´t of course delete from the recently deleted because it takes a password. (I had him delete the recently deleted from his iPhone and hopefully that got rid of everything an all his devices, right?) As he came in the door I was calm and sat him down and told him we got things to do. Needless to say, he became like a desperate traumatised little whining boy saying he just did it because he was sure I was also cheating (so in his logic I am at fault for everything); saying stupid shit like he wants to marry me and from now on I can manage his instagram account (he is a public figure) and is going to block all of these "people"; saying "people" are constantly "after him" lol... 4 hrs of absurd convos that led to nothing of course; I am glad I removed this cancer out of my life. I just have to make sense of why I have so little self love to have allowed such a sick person in my life and have me annihilated for months.. long way to healing but already feeling way lighter. Fuck out my life now. He left at 6:30, I was just too kind to not leave his stuff on the street and he still has to pick up all his shit..
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2024.05.21 14:59 decibel92 Extreme regret 2.5 months in
Hi all
Weird that I'm making this post but honestly would like some support by anyone who has been through something similar. I was a NW 2-3, early 30s, kinda slowly losing some hair since years and probably pretty much stabilized, as my father has the same hairline/timelines. Nothing too bad, most people were like "you don't need a transplant etc". Uppercuts were fine I guess and generally my hair didn't cause me social issues (pretty much attractive).
I had the idea of getting a transplant for a couple of years, because "I was a mild case and could fix it good", but no time to do it. Didn't research too much cause I knew someone through my father who was supposed to be very experienced and respectable in my country so it was a no brainer (stupid idea). His results looked ok, but now I realise that the pictures were not ideally taken, and since looking at other works from experts I know that they're not really good, so I am really anxious. The decision was made fast, without much research as I had limited time and energy atm (won't go in details as to why this happened).
So I'm 2.5 months post-op. I started regretting one week in due to finding a lot of doubles on my hairline. I had a lot of other issues going on (huge risks, instability, change of country/work, life pretty much falling apart) and thought this would help my confidence while I was taking my next steps. Turns out it f*cked me hard. These past 2 months have been some of the worst in my life, and I've been through a lot of shit. I feel like I destroyed my head, that it's gonna look awful and need repairs and time and energy and money and since it wouldn't be something extremely life changing anyway, this whole period is not worth it. I feel that I was attractive and now I'm gonna look like shit. I'm definitely in the ugly duckling phase but didn't shed somewhere like 40% of hairs so they look weird. I have developed a very sensitive eye in picking up transplants and honestly am starting to like my previously receding hairline. I just want it back and be in peace (I know I can't).
All this has brought my like to a halt. I can't concentrate on important stuff and everyone around me thinks I'm overreacting and it "looks fine" etc. Yes it might be overreaction, yes I am getting support. Any other suggestions on how to cope, please?
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Weird that I'm making this post but honestly would like some support by anyone who has been through something similar. I was a NW 2-3, early 30s, kinda slowly losing some hair since years and probably pretty much stabilized, as my father has the same hairline/timelines. Nothing too bad, most people were like "you don't need a transplant etc". Uppercuts were fine I guess and generally my hair didn't cause me social issues (pretty much attractive).
I had the idea of getting a transplant for a couple of years, because "I was a mild case and could fix it good", but no time to do it. Didn't research too much cause I knew someone through my father who was supposed to be very experienced and respectable in my country so it was a no brainer (stupid idea). His results looked ok, but now I realise that the pictures were not ideally taken, and since looking at other works from experts I know that they're not really good, so I am really anxious. The decision was made fast, without much research as I had limited time and energy atm (won't go in details as to why this happened).
So I'm 2.5 months post-op. I started regretting one week in due to finding a lot of doubles on my hairline. I had a lot of other issues going on (huge risks, instability, change of country/work, life pretty much falling apart) and thought this would help my confidence while I was taking my next steps. Turns out it f*cked me hard. These past 2 months have been some of the worst in my life, and I've been through a lot of shit. I feel like I destroyed my head, that it's gonna look awful and need repairs and time and energy and money and since it wouldn't be something extremely life changing anyway, this whole period is not worth it. I feel that I was attractive and now I'm gonna look like shit. I'm definitely in the ugly duckling phase but didn't shed somewhere like 40% of hairs so they look weird. I have developed a very sensitive eye in picking up transplants and honestly am starting to like my previously receding hairline. I just want it back and be in peace (I know I can't).
All this has brought my like to a halt. I can't concentrate on important stuff and everyone around me thinks I'm overreacting and it "looks fine" etc. Yes it might be overreaction, yes I am getting support. Any other suggestions on how to cope, please?
2024.05.21 14:57 confidentbutsleepy How Do You Handle Being 'Tested' in Dating? I Think It's Absolutely WILD!
TL;DR: Matched with a seemingly great guy on Bumble, hit it off well, moved to texting and phone calls, only to have him "test" me on our first disagreement about who should pay on dates. Despite forgiving him, he responded with hateful accusations, leaving me to move on from his manipulative behaviour.
Hey everyone,
I need some advice on a situation that’s been bothering me. Here’s the full story:
I (32) matched with this guy (37) on Bumble recently, and we hit it off immediately. We spent hours texting and eventually, we moved to a phone call that lasted several hours. We got along so well that he mentioned he would have liked to take me out that day, but he already had plans with his friends to watch an F1 race and a football match. I appreciated his honesty and told him it was fine, and we continued talking throughout the day, even while he was with his friends. It was going SPLENDIDLY!
However, out of nowhere, he made a condescending comment about my Instagram, saying it looks like he’d have to sell a kidney to take a girl like me out. I found it extremely offensive and told him that while I’m financially comfortable and can pay for myself, I do have standards when it comes to dating. I expect a man who asks me out on a date to be willing to pay for it. If a man doesn’t pay, I see it as going out as friends, and I wouldn’t consider a second date. He then doubled down, saying he was new in town and unsure where to take me because I seemed to have an extravagant lifestyle.
I clarified that I didn’t expect an extravagant first date and had a favourite bar in mind that’s quite economical due to my regular patron status there. But I wasn't sure if I was interested in moving forward with him because this had gotten too weird and uncomfortable for me.
He then admitted he was TESTING me because he has a lot of money and didn’t want to be used for it - Mentioning his FERRARI, while he was at it, which I had frankly assumed was a rental, I didn't give it a second thought or glance. He then said he was very disappointed in me accused me of being like other women who expect men to pay — He called me a Gold Digger in so many words. I found this extremely manipulative, insulting, offensive and downright disrespectful and told him so and asked him to fuck right off! Just for the record - I am also rather well-off. Not only do I make decent money, but my parents are also financially well-off.
Despite my frustration, he apologised profusely and asked for a second chance, claiming he was wrong to test me and that he genuinely wanted to get to know me better. I told him I appreciated the apology but couldn’t get past the disrespect and the implications of his “test.” I made it clear that his behaviour had made me feel judged and uncomfortable, and I didn’t see how we could move forward.
He kept insisting, saying we could laugh about this misunderstanding later and that he’d make it up to me. I reiterated that I didn’t want to feel scrutinised or judged every time we interacted, and that this incident had soured my perception of him. I told him it was best to part ways and ended the conversation. He asked me to sleep on it, and I did.
The next morning, I sent him a text to formally close things off, but on a good note, saying:
"We definitely had a fun and interesting day, but we both know this isn't going to work out! I truly enjoyed our time together and our roller coaster of a conversation. Most people don't even have dates as fun and intriguing as this! But sadly, this is the end of the road for us. I do truly wish you the very best with everything, and I'm glad we ran into each other. Take care and be well! 💗"
He didn’t respond to that text, but he continued to view my Instagram stories, which I found really passive-aggressive. So, I followed up with:
"Hey, I noticed you didn't respond to my last message. I just wanted to say that I tried to be respectful and honour the conversation we had because I genuinely valued it. It would have meant a lot to hear back from you, even just a simple acknowledgment. Regardless, I wish you all the best."
His response to that was unexpectedly hostile. He accused me of being selfish and only caring about my own feelings. He claimed he had already responded to my earlier texts and accused me of being stubborn and ungrateful for the time he spent talking to me. His tone was rude and accusatory, which only reinforced my decision to end things.
I replied, explaining how his actions had made me feel judged and disrespected. I pointed out that despite enjoying our conversation, his test and subsequent behavior were major red flags. I told him I was disappointed by his hostility and that I was hoping for a more respectful closure.
He left my final message on “seen” and hasn’t responded since. Which is fine. Screw him.
I'm not looking for advice on how to get back with him. I’m just trying to process this and move on. Any tips on how to deal with such a disappointing end to what seemed like a promising connection? Because I hadn't been this super excited to go out in a VERY long time!
Thanks for reading.
Add : I want to clarify that the pictures on my Instagram are not of me partying. While there's nothing wrong with that, my posts are actually about my workouts, the food and drinks I enjoy, and my travels around the world. You'll see photos of me flying business and first class, wearing stylish clothes and accessories. Importantly, there are no men in these pictures—just my girlfriends and my sister. So whatever dumb shit he assumed and said was dumb as hell!
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Hey everyone,
I need some advice on a situation that’s been bothering me. Here’s the full story:
I (32) matched with this guy (37) on Bumble recently, and we hit it off immediately. We spent hours texting and eventually, we moved to a phone call that lasted several hours. We got along so well that he mentioned he would have liked to take me out that day, but he already had plans with his friends to watch an F1 race and a football match. I appreciated his honesty and told him it was fine, and we continued talking throughout the day, even while he was with his friends. It was going SPLENDIDLY!
However, out of nowhere, he made a condescending comment about my Instagram, saying it looks like he’d have to sell a kidney to take a girl like me out. I found it extremely offensive and told him that while I’m financially comfortable and can pay for myself, I do have standards when it comes to dating. I expect a man who asks me out on a date to be willing to pay for it. If a man doesn’t pay, I see it as going out as friends, and I wouldn’t consider a second date. He then doubled down, saying he was new in town and unsure where to take me because I seemed to have an extravagant lifestyle.
I clarified that I didn’t expect an extravagant first date and had a favourite bar in mind that’s quite economical due to my regular patron status there. But I wasn't sure if I was interested in moving forward with him because this had gotten too weird and uncomfortable for me.
He then admitted he was TESTING me because he has a lot of money and didn’t want to be used for it - Mentioning his FERRARI, while he was at it, which I had frankly assumed was a rental, I didn't give it a second thought or glance. He then said he was very disappointed in me accused me of being like other women who expect men to pay — He called me a Gold Digger in so many words. I found this extremely manipulative, insulting, offensive and downright disrespectful and told him so and asked him to fuck right off! Just for the record - I am also rather well-off. Not only do I make decent money, but my parents are also financially well-off.
Despite my frustration, he apologised profusely and asked for a second chance, claiming he was wrong to test me and that he genuinely wanted to get to know me better. I told him I appreciated the apology but couldn’t get past the disrespect and the implications of his “test.” I made it clear that his behaviour had made me feel judged and uncomfortable, and I didn’t see how we could move forward.
He kept insisting, saying we could laugh about this misunderstanding later and that he’d make it up to me. I reiterated that I didn’t want to feel scrutinised or judged every time we interacted, and that this incident had soured my perception of him. I told him it was best to part ways and ended the conversation. He asked me to sleep on it, and I did.
The next morning, I sent him a text to formally close things off, but on a good note, saying:
"We definitely had a fun and interesting day, but we both know this isn't going to work out! I truly enjoyed our time together and our roller coaster of a conversation. Most people don't even have dates as fun and intriguing as this! But sadly, this is the end of the road for us. I do truly wish you the very best with everything, and I'm glad we ran into each other. Take care and be well! 💗"
He didn’t respond to that text, but he continued to view my Instagram stories, which I found really passive-aggressive. So, I followed up with:
"Hey, I noticed you didn't respond to my last message. I just wanted to say that I tried to be respectful and honour the conversation we had because I genuinely valued it. It would have meant a lot to hear back from you, even just a simple acknowledgment. Regardless, I wish you all the best."
His response to that was unexpectedly hostile. He accused me of being selfish and only caring about my own feelings. He claimed he had already responded to my earlier texts and accused me of being stubborn and ungrateful for the time he spent talking to me. His tone was rude and accusatory, which only reinforced my decision to end things.
I replied, explaining how his actions had made me feel judged and disrespected. I pointed out that despite enjoying our conversation, his test and subsequent behavior were major red flags. I told him I was disappointed by his hostility and that I was hoping for a more respectful closure.
He left my final message on “seen” and hasn’t responded since. Which is fine. Screw him.
I'm not looking for advice on how to get back with him. I’m just trying to process this and move on. Any tips on how to deal with such a disappointing end to what seemed like a promising connection? Because I hadn't been this super excited to go out in a VERY long time!
Thanks for reading.
Add : I want to clarify that the pictures on my Instagram are not of me partying. While there's nothing wrong with that, my posts are actually about my workouts, the food and drinks I enjoy, and my travels around the world. You'll see photos of me flying business and first class, wearing stylish clothes and accessories. Importantly, there are no men in these pictures—just my girlfriends and my sister. So whatever dumb shit he assumed and said was dumb as hell!
2024.05.21 14:55 porridgeisoatmeal I asked chatgpt to write a Rach Hollis style empowering newsletter about overcoming mouldy fruit and this is what I gave me
Hey friends,
Today, I want to share a story with you that might seem small at first, but it carries a powerful message about how we handle life's little disappointments and turn them into opportunities for growth and resilience.
So, picture this: It's a beautiful sunny morning, and I'm feeling super pumped about tackling my to-do list. I decide to start my day with a trip to the grocery store because, you know, eating healthy is a huge priority for me. I head straight to the produce section, and there they are—gorgeous, vibrant fruits just waiting to be chosen. I carefully pick out the juiciest strawberries, the ripest peaches, and the most beautiful blueberries. I’m envisioning all the delicious smoothies, fruit salads, and snack plates these fruits will create.
Fast forward to me back at home, ready to whip up a fresh fruit bowl. I start unpacking my grocery haul, and that’s when it happens. I notice something off. Some of the strawberries have mold on them. The peaches are bruised, and a few of the blueberries are squished beyond recognition. My initial reaction is one of frustration. I mean, seriously? I took the time to carefully select each piece, and now I’m left with this?
For a moment, I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me. It would have been so easy to just let it ruin my morning. But then I remembered something crucial: it’s not the situation itself, but how we react to it that defines our day.
I decided to pivot. Instead of dwelling on the fruit that went bad, I chose to focus on the fruit that was still good. I cut away the bruised parts, tossed the moldy pieces, and made the best of what I had left. And you know what? That fruit bowl turned out pretty amazing. It wasn’t exactly what I had planned, but it was still a delicious, nutritious start to my day.
Here's the thing, friends: Life is a lot like that grocery store trip. Sometimes, despite our best efforts, things don’t turn out the way we planned. We can choose to focus on what went wrong and let it sour our whole day, or we can adapt, adjust, and make the best of what we have. It’s about shifting our mindset from “Why is this happening to me?” to “How can I make this work for me?”
I want you to remember this story the next time you face a setback, big or small. Maybe it’s a project at work that doesn’t go as planned, a relationship that hits a rough patch, or even just a bad day. Don’t let the moldy strawberries of life keep you down. Instead, look at what you can salvage, what you can learn, and how you can grow from the experience.
You are stronger than you think, and you can handle more than you realize. Life will always throw curveballs, but you have the power to decide how you’ll hit them. Every challenge is an opportunity to prove to yourself just how resilient and resourceful you are.
So, the next time you encounter a little disappointment, remember to pivot, persevere, and push through. You’ve got this! Let’s go out there and tackle today with grace, grit, and gratitude.
With all my love and belief in you,
Rachel
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Today, I want to share a story with you that might seem small at first, but it carries a powerful message about how we handle life's little disappointments and turn them into opportunities for growth and resilience.
So, picture this: It's a beautiful sunny morning, and I'm feeling super pumped about tackling my to-do list. I decide to start my day with a trip to the grocery store because, you know, eating healthy is a huge priority for me. I head straight to the produce section, and there they are—gorgeous, vibrant fruits just waiting to be chosen. I carefully pick out the juiciest strawberries, the ripest peaches, and the most beautiful blueberries. I’m envisioning all the delicious smoothies, fruit salads, and snack plates these fruits will create.
Fast forward to me back at home, ready to whip up a fresh fruit bowl. I start unpacking my grocery haul, and that’s when it happens. I notice something off. Some of the strawberries have mold on them. The peaches are bruised, and a few of the blueberries are squished beyond recognition. My initial reaction is one of frustration. I mean, seriously? I took the time to carefully select each piece, and now I’m left with this?
For a moment, I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me. It would have been so easy to just let it ruin my morning. But then I remembered something crucial: it’s not the situation itself, but how we react to it that defines our day.
I decided to pivot. Instead of dwelling on the fruit that went bad, I chose to focus on the fruit that was still good. I cut away the bruised parts, tossed the moldy pieces, and made the best of what I had left. And you know what? That fruit bowl turned out pretty amazing. It wasn’t exactly what I had planned, but it was still a delicious, nutritious start to my day.
Here's the thing, friends: Life is a lot like that grocery store trip. Sometimes, despite our best efforts, things don’t turn out the way we planned. We can choose to focus on what went wrong and let it sour our whole day, or we can adapt, adjust, and make the best of what we have. It’s about shifting our mindset from “Why is this happening to me?” to “How can I make this work for me?”
I want you to remember this story the next time you face a setback, big or small. Maybe it’s a project at work that doesn’t go as planned, a relationship that hits a rough patch, or even just a bad day. Don’t let the moldy strawberries of life keep you down. Instead, look at what you can salvage, what you can learn, and how you can grow from the experience.
You are stronger than you think, and you can handle more than you realize. Life will always throw curveballs, but you have the power to decide how you’ll hit them. Every challenge is an opportunity to prove to yourself just how resilient and resourceful you are.
So, the next time you encounter a little disappointment, remember to pivot, persevere, and push through. You’ve got this! Let’s go out there and tackle today with grace, grit, and gratitude.
With all my love and belief in you,
Rachel
2024.05.21 14:53 TapeWormPatronus The Summer of the Crab.
Years ago, I ran a campaign with occasional horror undertones. At one point the party have to cross some wetlands, and I wanted to do the good old Tolkien 'Dead Marshes' thing and had the party make perception checks. On a successful role, the sorcerer spotted a pale face briefly peering out at them from under the water, before it disappeared into a deeper area. Now, at this point, the party were pretty low level and the thought of facing anything tougher than a skeleton sent both the players and the PCs into a 40+ minute kerfuffle about how to avoid getting their souls torn out through their butt holes by whatever was "stalking" them. Eventually, the (slightly unhinged) party bard decided to leap at the patch of water to try to trigger the ambush and boldly confronted... a hand-sized hermit crab. It had made its home inside an old mithral faceplate and was just as frightened by the party as they were of it. I originally intended for the faceplate to be a bit of bonus loot (the rest of the helmet was missing, so couldn't be worn, and it wasn't magical - rendering it just a piece of pricey scrap metal), but the party absolutely trauma-bonded with this animal. They started carrying it around, still in its expensive house. They hand fed it. They made sure it had a good supply of clean water. They went to Enormous lengths to protect it from AoEs. If it had stopped there, this would be a totally normal, cute little story about a party mascot animal. Alas, dear reader, it did not stop there. You see, in my pursuit of an immersive game building on the interests of my players, I'd started reading up about pet crab care. I'd learnt that some crabs could be trained. As such, whenever the crab was hungry, it had found that tapping its legs against the side of its jar would get somebody check in on and likely feed it. Cute little bit of NPC characterisation, right? No. The party became obsessed with this. They thought it was trying to communicate (which, to be fair, it kind of was) and devoted a surprising amount of time to trying to figure out the "Code". The players had decided that this crustacean possessed a human-level of intellect and a series of disastrous / statistically unlikely Knowledge and Sense Motive rolls also led the PCs to this conclusion. Perhaps he was a polymorphed Prince, forever tied to the armour he'd worn as a man. Perhaps she was a young druid who had wildshaped and become trapped in her new chitinous form, clinging to a reminder of the face she'd once worn. The mysterious allure of the crab began to fill their every waking moment. Days were spent in libraries, searching for records of lost scions. Careful logs were kept of when the crab tapped and how many legs it used to scratch. Not one single scroll of Speak With Animals was purchased. In time, other concerns that the party had had (such as a cult of skin-wearing shapeshifters, otherwise known as The Plot), fell by the wayside. That crab had a secret and by God the party was going to find it out. Ultimately, I was fine with this. I always feel that a happy party = a happy GM. I began to play up more of the crab's antics, while dropping fewer hooks for the main story. Sure, it was lower stakes than I'd planned for the game, but all of the excited OOC messages about the party's plans to research their pet I'd receive during the week brought a smile to my face. I wish I could give you a banger of a conclusion, with tears and laughter as when the truth was revealed. Unfortunately, though, I had to move houses at the end of the academic year, the game ended and we all gradually fell out of contact. The crab was, on paper, only ever a hungry and confused little animal but it was also so much more. It was a symbol of obsession, of mankind's thirst for the unknown, and of the weirdest and most joyful game I've ever run.
P.S. there absolutely were Bog Body-themed zombies in those wetlands but, after all the crab-centric commotion
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P.S. there absolutely were Bog Body-themed zombies in those wetlands but, after all the crab-centric commotion
2024.05.21 14:52 Outrageous_Work_1404 The Elderly Woman and Her Lullaby
Two years ago, I took a part-time job that still haunts me to this day. I decided to finally write about my experience, hoping it might help me process everything. I was a college student, and like a lot of you, I needed a part-time job to help cover tuition and other expenses. After a long search, I found what seemed like the perfect job. It was a caregiver position, working from 5 PM to 9 PM, taking care of elderly people. The job was pretty straightforward, make sure they took their meds, had their meals, and just hang out with them for a few hours.
I got assigned to take care of this 85-year-old lady. Let's call her Mrs. Eleanor to keep things anonymous. She lived alone in this quaint little house on the edge of town. The place was old but well-kept, with a charming, slightly overgrown garden that probably hadn't seen a gardener in a few years. She had a small poodle named Max who was always by her side, following her around everywhere she went.
From the start, the house felt... off. There were no family pictures anywhere. I mean, you'd think at her age, she'd have photos of kids, grandkids, maybe an old lover or something. But no, nothing. It was weird. The walls were bare except for a few generic paintings. I asked her about it once, just casually during a conversation, but she brushed it off and changed the subject real quick. She had this look in her eyes, a mix of sadness and something I couldn’t quite place. I didn't push it because I didn't want to lose the job, but it definitely made me curious.
My daily routine was simple enough. I'd get there around 5 PM, cook dinner, make sure she took her meds, and just keep her company for a few hours. Max, the poodle, was a friendly little guy, always happy to see me, wagging his tail and jumping around despite his age. Mrs. Eleanor, though, was polite but pretty reserved. She didn’t talk much about her past or family, which just added to the mystery. Our conversations were always pretty basic, like talking about the weather or what was on the news.
Every evening, as I cleaned up after dinner, I'd hear Mrs. Eleanor singing a lullaby. It was the same soft, melodic tune every night, echoing through the quiet house. While the song was gentle, it really creeped me out. It felt so out of place in the otherwise silent house. She sang it every night, like clockwork, and it always made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Sometimes, I would find myself pausing my cleaning just to listen. The whole situation was unsettling. The house, the lack of family photos, the nightly lullaby, it all felt like pieces of a puzzle that didn't quite fit together. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was a deeper, darker story behind those melodies. It was like the house held secrets that it wasn’t ready to share, and I was just an outsider peeking in.
As the weeks went by, my curiosity grew stronger. Why was she singing this lullaby every night? Who was it for? The routine stayed the same, but the sense of unease kept building. I had been given strict instructions by my employer not to go into Mrs. Eleanor's room. It was one of the non-negotiable rules of the job, probably to respect her privacy and maintain professional boundaries. One evening, while I was cleaning the dishes, I noticed that the door to Mrs. Eleanor's small office was slightly opened. She had always kept it closed and had told me it was just a mess she didn't want me to fuss around with. But that evening, the door was invitingly open. Hearing her close the bathroom door upstairs, I decided to take the chance and peek inside the office.
The room looked straight out of the 1960s. Blue walls, a small single bed, and a wooden desk cluttered with old papers. There was a small closet to the left that caught my eye. The whole setup struck me as odd. This room, which looked like it belonged to a young boy, was in the home of an elderly woman living alone. There were no pictures, no personal belongings, nothing to explain why this room was here. I couldn't explore more because I heard footsteps right above me, making my heart race. Panicking, I quickly closed the door and hurried back to the kitchen. The rest of the evening went by uneventfully. I gave her the necessary pills, made sure she was comfortable, and left for the night. But I couldn’t stop thinking about that room. Why would she have a boy's room in her house if she had no children? The thought gnawed at me, creating a whirlwind of questions.
The next day, my curiosity got the better of me. I decided to do some research on Mrs. Eleanor. I spent hours online, searching for any information about her. But nothing came up. No social media profiles, no news articles, nothing. Not a single piece of information about her life.
It was baffling and left me with more questions than answers. I returned to work after the weekend, determined to find out more. That evening, as usual, I prepared dinner and ensured Mrs. Eleanor took her medication. Then I waited for her to go to the bathroom. The moment I heard the bathroom door close, I quickly made my way to the office. The room was just as I had left it, with that same lingering, musty smell hanging in the air. This time, I opened the closet. Inside, I found small boxes, stacked neatly but covered in a thin layer of dust. My heart pounded as I opened one to find baby clothes, tiny socks, pants, and sweaters, all meant for a baby boy. They were neatly folded and seemed well-preserved, despite their apparent age. But why would Mrs. Eleanor have these?
The discovery left me with more questions than answers. I went back to making dinner, trying to process what I had found. My mind was racing with possibilities, but none of them made any sense. Was it possible she had a child once? If so, where was he now? That night, as usual, Mrs. Eleanor began singing her lullaby. Normally, this song would send shivers down my spine, creeping me out every time. But this night was different. Instead of fear, I felt a surge of curiosity that I couldn’t ignore. I went upstairs quietly and with each step up, the lullaby grew louder. The door to her bedroom was almost closed but had a small gap, just enough for me to peek through. She always left a gap, saying it was to let Max come and go as he pleased. I peered through the gap and was shocked by what I saw.
There, Mrs. Eleanor was sitting in a rocking chair, gently swaying back and forth. She was holding Max in her arms, cradling him like a baby, and singing softly to him. Next to her was a small wooden cradle, old and worn, as if it hadn't been used in years. She continued her lullaby, her voice soft and melodic, but now it felt more sad than creepy. Her gentle rocking, the way she cradled Max, and the soft melody of the lullaby created an image that was hard to shake. I slowly backed away from the door, not wanting to intrude any further. I went back downstairs, my mind spinning from what I had just seen.
This made me think and start connecting all the dots. Was she pretending her dog was a baby? A baby she never had? I could be wrong, but that would make sense, right? The boy’s room, the baby clothes, no pictures, no husband, no children, just her and her dog, whom she pretended was her own son.
There are many possibilities. Maybe she lost her child during a miscarriage, or the son died somehow. It’s heartbreaking to think about, but I had no way of knowing for sure since there was nothing about her online. I even asked my boss about Mrs. Eleanor, trying to get some information about her past. My boss didn’t know much either, just that Mrs. Eleanor had always been a bit reserved and private. She mentioned that Mrs. Eleanor had experienced some tragic losses and that she was now quite lonely, with some health issues typical for her age, but nothing specific.
I worked out the rest of the week, but everything felt so creepy and intense. The quiet dinners together, the silence in the house, the haunting lullaby, it all felt like I was living in some kind of ghost story. Each night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen. The pieces seemed to fit together, but they painted a picture that was too tragic and eerie for me to handle. Even during the day, I found myself distracted, replaying conversations with Mrs. Eleanor in my mind, looking for clues I might have missed. I thought about asking her directly but quickly dismissed the idea. It felt too intrusive, and honestly, I was scared of what I might uncover. There was a part of me that didn't want to know the full story because the fragments I had were already too much.
I noticed more details that added to the unsettling atmosphere. The way Mrs. Eleanor would sometimes pause mid-sentence as if lost in a distant memory, or how she would stroke Max's fur with a faraway look in her eyes. The house itself seemed to hold its breath.
I made my decision, I sent a text message to my boss saying I couldn’t continue with the job and that I was quitting immediately. I didn’t even say goodbye to Mrs. Eleanor. It felt wrong and I knew it was rude, but I just couldn’t bring myself to face her again. The thought of another day in that house, surrounded by haunting memories and unanswered questions, was too much for me to handle.
I felt a mix of guilt and relief. Guilt for leaving without a proper goodbye, for abandoning Mrs. Eleanor when she clearly needed someone. But also relief, knowing that I wouldn’t have to endure another evening of lullabies and unsettling silences. I knew I was being cowardly, but I just couldn’t do it. The experience had taken a toll on me, and I needed to get out. The whole experience was something I couldn’t shake off easily. It made me think a lot about the hidden struggles people face and the ways they cope with their pain. Mrs. Eleanor's story, whatever the full truth was, taught me that sometimes, the past can cast a long shadow over the present.
So, that's my story. It was a job I thought would be simple, but it ended up being one of the most emotionally intense experiences of my life.
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I got assigned to take care of this 85-year-old lady. Let's call her Mrs. Eleanor to keep things anonymous. She lived alone in this quaint little house on the edge of town. The place was old but well-kept, with a charming, slightly overgrown garden that probably hadn't seen a gardener in a few years. She had a small poodle named Max who was always by her side, following her around everywhere she went.
From the start, the house felt... off. There were no family pictures anywhere. I mean, you'd think at her age, she'd have photos of kids, grandkids, maybe an old lover or something. But no, nothing. It was weird. The walls were bare except for a few generic paintings. I asked her about it once, just casually during a conversation, but she brushed it off and changed the subject real quick. She had this look in her eyes, a mix of sadness and something I couldn’t quite place. I didn't push it because I didn't want to lose the job, but it definitely made me curious.
My daily routine was simple enough. I'd get there around 5 PM, cook dinner, make sure she took her meds, and just keep her company for a few hours. Max, the poodle, was a friendly little guy, always happy to see me, wagging his tail and jumping around despite his age. Mrs. Eleanor, though, was polite but pretty reserved. She didn’t talk much about her past or family, which just added to the mystery. Our conversations were always pretty basic, like talking about the weather or what was on the news.
Every evening, as I cleaned up after dinner, I'd hear Mrs. Eleanor singing a lullaby. It was the same soft, melodic tune every night, echoing through the quiet house. While the song was gentle, it really creeped me out. It felt so out of place in the otherwise silent house. She sang it every night, like clockwork, and it always made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Sometimes, I would find myself pausing my cleaning just to listen. The whole situation was unsettling. The house, the lack of family photos, the nightly lullaby, it all felt like pieces of a puzzle that didn't quite fit together. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was a deeper, darker story behind those melodies. It was like the house held secrets that it wasn’t ready to share, and I was just an outsider peeking in.
As the weeks went by, my curiosity grew stronger. Why was she singing this lullaby every night? Who was it for? The routine stayed the same, but the sense of unease kept building. I had been given strict instructions by my employer not to go into Mrs. Eleanor's room. It was one of the non-negotiable rules of the job, probably to respect her privacy and maintain professional boundaries. One evening, while I was cleaning the dishes, I noticed that the door to Mrs. Eleanor's small office was slightly opened. She had always kept it closed and had told me it was just a mess she didn't want me to fuss around with. But that evening, the door was invitingly open. Hearing her close the bathroom door upstairs, I decided to take the chance and peek inside the office.
The room looked straight out of the 1960s. Blue walls, a small single bed, and a wooden desk cluttered with old papers. There was a small closet to the left that caught my eye. The whole setup struck me as odd. This room, which looked like it belonged to a young boy, was in the home of an elderly woman living alone. There were no pictures, no personal belongings, nothing to explain why this room was here. I couldn't explore more because I heard footsteps right above me, making my heart race. Panicking, I quickly closed the door and hurried back to the kitchen. The rest of the evening went by uneventfully. I gave her the necessary pills, made sure she was comfortable, and left for the night. But I couldn’t stop thinking about that room. Why would she have a boy's room in her house if she had no children? The thought gnawed at me, creating a whirlwind of questions.
The next day, my curiosity got the better of me. I decided to do some research on Mrs. Eleanor. I spent hours online, searching for any information about her. But nothing came up. No social media profiles, no news articles, nothing. Not a single piece of information about her life.
It was baffling and left me with more questions than answers. I returned to work after the weekend, determined to find out more. That evening, as usual, I prepared dinner and ensured Mrs. Eleanor took her medication. Then I waited for her to go to the bathroom. The moment I heard the bathroom door close, I quickly made my way to the office. The room was just as I had left it, with that same lingering, musty smell hanging in the air. This time, I opened the closet. Inside, I found small boxes, stacked neatly but covered in a thin layer of dust. My heart pounded as I opened one to find baby clothes, tiny socks, pants, and sweaters, all meant for a baby boy. They were neatly folded and seemed well-preserved, despite their apparent age. But why would Mrs. Eleanor have these?
The discovery left me with more questions than answers. I went back to making dinner, trying to process what I had found. My mind was racing with possibilities, but none of them made any sense. Was it possible she had a child once? If so, where was he now? That night, as usual, Mrs. Eleanor began singing her lullaby. Normally, this song would send shivers down my spine, creeping me out every time. But this night was different. Instead of fear, I felt a surge of curiosity that I couldn’t ignore. I went upstairs quietly and with each step up, the lullaby grew louder. The door to her bedroom was almost closed but had a small gap, just enough for me to peek through. She always left a gap, saying it was to let Max come and go as he pleased. I peered through the gap and was shocked by what I saw.
There, Mrs. Eleanor was sitting in a rocking chair, gently swaying back and forth. She was holding Max in her arms, cradling him like a baby, and singing softly to him. Next to her was a small wooden cradle, old and worn, as if it hadn't been used in years. She continued her lullaby, her voice soft and melodic, but now it felt more sad than creepy. Her gentle rocking, the way she cradled Max, and the soft melody of the lullaby created an image that was hard to shake. I slowly backed away from the door, not wanting to intrude any further. I went back downstairs, my mind spinning from what I had just seen.
This made me think and start connecting all the dots. Was she pretending her dog was a baby? A baby she never had? I could be wrong, but that would make sense, right? The boy’s room, the baby clothes, no pictures, no husband, no children, just her and her dog, whom she pretended was her own son.
There are many possibilities. Maybe she lost her child during a miscarriage, or the son died somehow. It’s heartbreaking to think about, but I had no way of knowing for sure since there was nothing about her online. I even asked my boss about Mrs. Eleanor, trying to get some information about her past. My boss didn’t know much either, just that Mrs. Eleanor had always been a bit reserved and private. She mentioned that Mrs. Eleanor had experienced some tragic losses and that she was now quite lonely, with some health issues typical for her age, but nothing specific.
I worked out the rest of the week, but everything felt so creepy and intense. The quiet dinners together, the silence in the house, the haunting lullaby, it all felt like I was living in some kind of ghost story. Each night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen. The pieces seemed to fit together, but they painted a picture that was too tragic and eerie for me to handle. Even during the day, I found myself distracted, replaying conversations with Mrs. Eleanor in my mind, looking for clues I might have missed. I thought about asking her directly but quickly dismissed the idea. It felt too intrusive, and honestly, I was scared of what I might uncover. There was a part of me that didn't want to know the full story because the fragments I had were already too much.
I noticed more details that added to the unsettling atmosphere. The way Mrs. Eleanor would sometimes pause mid-sentence as if lost in a distant memory, or how she would stroke Max's fur with a faraway look in her eyes. The house itself seemed to hold its breath.
I made my decision, I sent a text message to my boss saying I couldn’t continue with the job and that I was quitting immediately. I didn’t even say goodbye to Mrs. Eleanor. It felt wrong and I knew it was rude, but I just couldn’t bring myself to face her again. The thought of another day in that house, surrounded by haunting memories and unanswered questions, was too much for me to handle.
I felt a mix of guilt and relief. Guilt for leaving without a proper goodbye, for abandoning Mrs. Eleanor when she clearly needed someone. But also relief, knowing that I wouldn’t have to endure another evening of lullabies and unsettling silences. I knew I was being cowardly, but I just couldn’t do it. The experience had taken a toll on me, and I needed to get out. The whole experience was something I couldn’t shake off easily. It made me think a lot about the hidden struggles people face and the ways they cope with their pain. Mrs. Eleanor's story, whatever the full truth was, taught me that sometimes, the past can cast a long shadow over the present.
So, that's my story. It was a job I thought would be simple, but it ended up being one of the most emotionally intense experiences of my life.
2024.05.21 14:49 lemon_8056 [moble game] [early 2010s] mildly unsettling platformer/runner about a corn kernel traveling through a digestive track.
The other day I was looking through my childhood drawings with a friend of mine when I found a drawing of a character from a video game, it made me super nostalgic so I attempted to Google it, but I couldn't find it anywhere. It was a drawing of a corn kernel in a ballerina outfit, I think it was one of his power ups. He had a really simple face and could also be mistaken for a yellow tooth, the only reason I know he is a corn kernel is because my mom wrote what I the drawing was from my description in the corner of the paper. I don't remember where the game was from I just remember playing it on my dad's tablet, I probably found the game from an old gaming Youtubers let's play. My family uses Samsung stuff now but I think when I was younger we used apple, so it might be on apples app store. I can't remember anything else about the game except for some visceral bacrounds, something about teeth and that I had a huge hyperfixatesaton on it as a little kid, I think I rage quit because I couldn't beat the game. Most of my favorite games from then were canceled or discontinued so this one probably is as well, I just really want to know what it was or what happened to it, maybe even beat the game if I can still play it somewhere.
I found the drawing and turns out there is more then one and my brain merge them
The larger of the two drawings has the character running out of an esophagus on to a tounge, there are disembodied eyes and legs in the back of the esophagus, and on either side of the drawing their are these weird triangle things, they are green with a smaller red triangle inside of them, they also have different symbols on them the one of the left has an eye and the one on the left has either a mouth or a fish I can't really tell what it's supposed to be.
The second smaller drawing has the character in a pink ballerina outfit and obove him there is a strange brown blob character filled with mushrooms, the blob has a text bubble reading "It's A Boy!". I think the blob also has Googly eyes idk, there's also another text box written in the top right corner that my mom wrote and it said "It's the corn from her game".
Unrelated but if anyone does respond my pronouns are he him.
Does anyone have any idea what this game is, I need to know.
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I found the drawing and turns out there is more then one and my brain merge them
The larger of the two drawings has the character running out of an esophagus on to a tounge, there are disembodied eyes and legs in the back of the esophagus, and on either side of the drawing their are these weird triangle things, they are green with a smaller red triangle inside of them, they also have different symbols on them the one of the left has an eye and the one on the left has either a mouth or a fish I can't really tell what it's supposed to be.
The second smaller drawing has the character in a pink ballerina outfit and obove him there is a strange brown blob character filled with mushrooms, the blob has a text bubble reading "It's A Boy!". I think the blob also has Googly eyes idk, there's also another text box written in the top right corner that my mom wrote and it said "It's the corn from her game".
Unrelated but if anyone does respond my pronouns are he him.
Does anyone have any idea what this game is, I need to know.
2024.05.21 14:48 StrikingMaterial1514 smol little bean 🤏
pen is such a strong tiny little bean ≧ ﹏ ≦ yea she has done few things bad but after all she is a sweet little girl from inside. i feel so much for her. she has made a name for herself at such a young age without strong family bg. she is so strong and confident. i can't even imagine how difficult must it have been to take such a decision and put yourself in the crowd after all the worst things that happened to her. reinventing yourself and going at ball even after rumors and that too when your friend is your enemy. facing rumors, ironic remarks and rejections all alone is not easy. she is a lone wolf. she might be in her 20s but in the end she is still young girl from inside. she has already been through so much. im so happy that colin stood with her when everyone was despising her. i want her to be loved. she deserves all the happiness in the world ＞﹏＜
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2024.05.21 14:45 61436985003650 AITA for my attitude and kinda ignore the family of my husband?
First sorry for my bad grammar.
1,5 years ago I (f28) found out my tubes are fully blocked I can't get pregnant naturally. Yes there are stories it happens but my husband (27) and I already TTC for 3 years before I found out about my blocked tubes. So we started icsi last fall. It was really stressfull for me. But we handeld it very well together. We paid a lot money for it and still do.
In december last year the second egg was transferd and after 2 weeks I found out I was pregnant (the first transfer didn't stick). Only 1 week later I bleed and the doctor told me the embryo will not grow and gave me medicine to abort. After 2 weeks it was still there. I had to go to the hospital to get a curretage. I think I still haven't realize what happend to me, I just kept going. A lot woman having to go thru the same.
The younger brother (22) of my husband got his girlfriend (21) of 3 month "accidentally" pregnant. With "accidentally" I mean they didn't do anything to not get pregnant and "just let it happens". She never worked a day in her life wants everything brand new for the baby and smoked the whole pregancy. She delivered the baby in the beginning of this year.
While I grief about my lost embryo the family of my husband celebrate the birth of my niece. It was so surreal. I blocked at this time everyone. My husband was a little bit overwhelmed with the situation. He was there for me and griefed for himself but on the other hand he was happy about the first baby in this family. I was not. I asked him not to speak about the baby. He did not speak about it.
But after 2 month I met the baby and it was horror for me. I felt so sick and seeing my husband holding and talking to a new born was the worst. My husband saw how bad I felt at this situation but kinda ignore it "to make it not more worse" he said.
We had an argument after, my husband complained why he can't talk about the baby and why I act like that at the meeting. He felt like he could'nt be happy about the baby of this brother. I got so angry and made him claer that he can talk with everyone about this goddamn baby but not with me and that I don't want to meet this baby in the near future. It was just not good for me.
He understood my point and was kinda surprised that the misscariage still effect me so much. We talked about it a lot and from than we never talked about the baby and his brother and girlfriend again. He's getting pictures of the baby but never show them to me. And I haven't meet them again.
But I'm getting the feeling that I need to start to calm down and stop pretending like the baby didn't excist for me/us. I will meet the baby again now or later. But I'm still very scared because of the next meeting with them and don't know how to get thru it again.
So, AITA for my attitude and kinda ignore the family of my husband until I feel better (if this will ever happens)?
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1,5 years ago I (f28) found out my tubes are fully blocked I can't get pregnant naturally. Yes there are stories it happens but my husband (27) and I already TTC for 3 years before I found out about my blocked tubes. So we started icsi last fall. It was really stressfull for me. But we handeld it very well together. We paid a lot money for it and still do.
In december last year the second egg was transferd and after 2 weeks I found out I was pregnant (the first transfer didn't stick). Only 1 week later I bleed and the doctor told me the embryo will not grow and gave me medicine to abort. After 2 weeks it was still there. I had to go to the hospital to get a curretage. I think I still haven't realize what happend to me, I just kept going. A lot woman having to go thru the same.
The younger brother (22) of my husband got his girlfriend (21) of 3 month "accidentally" pregnant. With "accidentally" I mean they didn't do anything to not get pregnant and "just let it happens". She never worked a day in her life wants everything brand new for the baby and smoked the whole pregancy. She delivered the baby in the beginning of this year.
While I grief about my lost embryo the family of my husband celebrate the birth of my niece. It was so surreal. I blocked at this time everyone. My husband was a little bit overwhelmed with the situation. He was there for me and griefed for himself but on the other hand he was happy about the first baby in this family. I was not. I asked him not to speak about the baby. He did not speak about it.
But after 2 month I met the baby and it was horror for me. I felt so sick and seeing my husband holding and talking to a new born was the worst. My husband saw how bad I felt at this situation but kinda ignore it "to make it not more worse" he said.
We had an argument after, my husband complained why he can't talk about the baby and why I act like that at the meeting. He felt like he could'nt be happy about the baby of this brother. I got so angry and made him claer that he can talk with everyone about this goddamn baby but not with me and that I don't want to meet this baby in the near future. It was just not good for me.
He understood my point and was kinda surprised that the misscariage still effect me so much. We talked about it a lot and from than we never talked about the baby and his brother and girlfriend again. He's getting pictures of the baby but never show them to me. And I haven't meet them again.
But I'm getting the feeling that I need to start to calm down and stop pretending like the baby didn't excist for me/us. I will meet the baby again now or later. But I'm still very scared because of the next meeting with them and don't know how to get thru it again.
So, AITA for my attitude and kinda ignore the family of my husband until I feel better (if this will ever happens)?
2024.05.21 14:43 Brynn217 6ths Gens can disappear in a matter of seconds!!
