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So I (F,24) was at my ex’s birthday party last year , and I was really depressed at the party , because I caught my ex cheating on me at the party , I was sitting in one corner just alone with my own thoughts , that’s when a 6’3 , tall dark handsome man (M,28)sits down beside me and hands me a glass of water ,he tries to make small talks with me and asks me to dance with him , I was really not in the mood to interact with anyone so I wasn’t really interested .My ex had a habit of stealing , and he gave me a charger which he stole from the 6’3 guy . Later I found out few of my belongings were also missing . I had officially broken up with my boyfriend hence I didn’t want to contact him , but I found the 6’3 guy on Instagram and I messaged him asking if he can check if my ex stole it or not , since they work in the same hospital . But long story short we exchanged numbers and he met 4 times in the last 5 months and everytime we meet , we end up talking for 6 hours straight ,but we don’t really text each other much , every once in a while he will check up on me , and every once in a while I’ll text him . My friends say he meets me cause he wants to get laid with me , but I genuinely enjoy talking to him , I met him almost a week back and we haven’t spoken to each other since . I hate how he inconsistent he is on text . But I don’t understand why he would make time To see me , if he can’t really keep a conversation going.

Now before I get the whole, "No, sexual assault is never your fault." I know that's true to an extent but for me I felt like it was my fault and I'll tell you why I think that.
Before this situation, I am just my grandmothers and grandfathers 15 year old granddaughter living with them because my mother had kicked me out for basically being useless, ergo my presence with my Grandfather and grandmothers home. They spoil me, they basically do anything to try and feed me with a silver spoon and they have now made a "plan" to not only send me money fortnightly but also give me money (cash) ontop of that.
Now this all feels too good to be true for me, so now I am greedfully spending my money on unnecessary things that I deemed to be a necessity such as luxury-spends, nails, shoes, clothes, dr@gs, alcohol, anything that a 15 year old girl would want at the time, I was getting. But as my stay progressed, I would notice my grandfather be oddly rude and somewhat pedophilic, the sum of reasons that caused this was because of 1. His Phone. He had extreme amounts of teen porn filled to the brim on his phone, every app I clicked on had some sort of naked picture of a teenage girl inappropriately doing things to herself. I shrugged it off because androids are easy to inject with viruses and malware if you're not careful and especially if you don't know the foundation of your phone's security.

1. The way he behaved around my Grandmother and the way he talked about women.

There are things I will always understand about people, but not about the things he has said about doing to women, and about what women should do to him. I always cringed at what he would say to me, and most of the time I genuinely wouldn't listen and most of the things he'd say would fly across my head, but there was this one time he had insulted my grandmother infront of me, and this time, she retailiated instead of hitting him in the head like the usual spite of her to do. So, I actually spoke back to him and he had just chuckled and brushed it off like his comment didn't matter, but it did.

1. The way he behaved around ME.

He would always offer to do my laundry which I would consistently reject because I am my own person and I've always been capable enough to do my own things in life, but most of the time when I would be too tired to do my laundry, he would do it and I would get very mad for him touching my things because specific things like bras, and panties of mine would disappear after he would handle them and I would have to end up buying new undergarments because of this, he would also try to change my bedsheets and anything like that to help out which I would appreciate but he would also try to lay on the bed as well after doing this and it would also make me feel super uncomfortable, another thing he used to do was sit next to my bed watching TV (because I was living in the lounge area which had a couple of couches, a big single bed, a TV and half of that room would be cut off into the kitchen.) I would wake up most of the time to him on his phone, watching porn infront of my unconscious body and I almost puked the first time I saw. This was only a couple of times but I've also seen him squeeze his d*ck mid conversation with me and I would only notice because he did it quite visibly.
Now the day that came, and why I think this situation of his assault was my fault was because well, I was under a lot of heavy influential drugs, that I thought was just weed but came to only found out later that they were laced. I was smoking a lot of marijuana at the time and I think this night, I had none so, my grandfather had come home late at night after finishing work, he had smelt of alcohol and liqour and I had asked him to talk with me, I had given him a hug and thanked him for being my koro. He started to rub me and tried to feel me up but I had stopped his hand and smiled at him, he smiled back at me and then I tried to pull away but he had pulled me back in so I had assumed it was for another hug, so to try to get him away from me and out of respect for my elders, I kiss him on the cheek, and so I pull away another time and now he is trying to kiss me. I actually swerve him and tell him no, and now I finally push him hard enough for him to stumble back.
(By the way, when I mean kiss on the cheek, I really mean a kiss on the cheek as out of respect. In my culture, a kiss on the cheek represents the love of someones child being brought back to them. So no, I didn't mean for the kiss to be represented as inappropriate.) Within that same minute, he had apologized and it was never brought up again until, I started acknowledging the effects of not only the drugs, but my mindset when I had came to my grandparents. I had left months later and had started living back with my mum, having not telling her anything, I broke down a lot.
I had told my mother that my grandfather's son, (my uncle) had molested me. (Which was a straight-out lie and an irrational accusation). I was going to make a report but I made the decision not to because I knew it was a lie and knew I wouldn't be believed in, but my brother and my mother did believe me at the time. I was going insane trying to wrap my head around the betrayal my grandfather had just handed me, and it took me longer than what was going on for me to realize that I had to process what had happened a bit more further than I would've liked to admit at the time. So, fast forward onto this month of May, my grandmother is picking me up from a local bus stop and driving me back to my Aunty's house that I am currently staying at for school. She is now hounding me about the rumours about her son, (my uncle) about him molesting me. I eventually break down to her and tell her the truth about my grandfather and she apologizes because I am basically snot-faced crying crocodile tears that won't stop falling.
Ever since then, my grandmother has ignored and avoided all messages from me and I have avoided all contact with my grandfather, I still think It's my fault til this day and I understand if others do as well. I was in a very depressed mental state alongside the fact that I was a useless teenager who almost dropped out of school because of my smoking addiction and laziness to do better.
TLDR; My grandfather sexually assaulted me and I think it was my fault because I was being a young, stupid teenage girl.

Is there any possible way to come back from an account hijacking that happens through a compromised email?
My email was compromised and they reset my password, 2FA, and proceeded to change the email of the jagex account, now I am left with very little options or connections to the account as trying to reset the password leaves me with the "no account linked to email" Message.
After multiple attempts of sending in help/recovery tickets only to be met with typical automated help answers, implying my only step forward is to continue making a new account and starting over, Is there any step from here?
I poured my heart and soul into this account, and only recently transferred over to a jagex account, where my authentication status mustve been changed from mobile app to email verification. I have no urge to throw away those countless hours i spent grinding and fighting my way through all the content in this game.
Just looking for friendly advice or actions I can take to recover from this.

I've been wanting to get this off my chest for a while now. So here we go.
When I first joined my troop many years ago, advancing from cub scouts, I remember my troop's charter representative being one of my first interactions with my troop. He was very kind and seemed very welcoming. Over the years this changed significantly and eventually led to him playing a key role in trying to prevent me from getting my Eagle rank.
I feel that this may have all begun sometime around summer camp when I was 14-15 years old. I played a key role, serving as an SPL for the first time for our troop, and with that position came a lot of decisions of assigning different youth to fill certain roles for the summer camp (helping the dining hall, helping with certain nightly entertainment work). It seemed with every assignment I made, our charter representative felt the need to criticize and even in some cases override my choices for fairly mundane roles (even sometimes replacing people who volunteered to do these roles with unwilling youth). These disagreements eventually led to a physical confrontation in which I no longer felt safe (Me being around 95Ib at the time versus him being most likely around 250Ib and much taller), and probably violated YPT in several ways as he really got up into my face with the intention of intimidating me.
There are many other factors that may have led to this large battle in the end to protect my years of work towards the honor of Eagle. My dad may have played a role in this over the years, as he sat on the board of our troop and did seem to have a decaying opinion towards the charter representative mostly over financial decisions of purchasing new equipment to replace the troops old and out of repair gear. Our charter is a church, at which my family used to attend, and the pastor was not fond of my family withdrawing our membership to said church, including withdrawing from one on one religious classes between me and the pastor.
The starting point of this battle was a minor disagreement between me and the leader of another troop at summer camp when I was 17, which turned physical when another adult leader tried to corner me while yelling at me.
The aftermath of this incident included the charter representative as well as another adult leader that greatly disliked me filing formal complaints with BSA against me. These complaints contained false accusations, and made up events as neither were present during the incident, and yet it was claimed that I (weighing only 100Ib at the time) was the physical aggressor in the situation (despite the adult aggressors weighing over 200Ib each and cornering me).
This led the charter representative to leverage everything he could against me. I was removed from the troop at a council level, and was given no chance to insert my own recollection of what happened nor defend myself. The council was useless despite the council’s chairperson personally knowing my father and he could have easily set up a meeting to figure this out. The charter representative, the random adult leader that didn’t like me, as well as the charter itself (the pastor), all took this as their opportunity to try their best to not only remove me from my troop, but remove me from my Philmont crew (almost taking away something I’ve been looking forward to for almost a decade), and try to have me removed from scouting.
I have never been more disappointed in scouting and I am appalled by the behavior of the adult leaders, as in multiple instances, they were dead set on bullying, harassing, and excluding a youth member. I am absolutely disappointed in the (quite small) council for not giving a bit of due process.
Nevertheless, I ended up fighting hard enough to manage to stay in scouting, despite losing my troop and my Philmont slot. I still ended up going to Philmont the next summer, though I had to go with a crew I had never met before, and they were amazing to me. After that, I managed to get my Eagle rank, and I feel it means so much more to me now that I’ve truly had to fight for this honor I have worked so hard for. I am however disappointed that I will never be featured on my troops Eagle plaque, nor that I have the memories of going to Philmont with my friends that I have known for years. I have been in scouting for more than a decade and I feel this was a terrible ending, but I still continue on. I cannot wait to be at NOAC 2024!
TLDR: Charter representative held a grudge against me and tried to use it to prevent me from getting my Eagle rank.

When my most recent ex and I met, I was going through a messy breakup with a long-term partner who would not accept the breakup. This long-term partner, let’s call him A, would constantly find different ways to contact me and would sometimes show up to my house. This was my first real breakup ever, and I was having trouble navigating it—not that that’s an excuse but for context, I was having trouble establishing and maintaining boundaries and A at the time was having trouble respecting them. I also had poor guidance from some girlfriends who were mutual friends with A.
In the midst of all this chaos, I met my now most recent ex, let’s call him B. B asked for exclusivity way too fast for me, so I pumped the breaks and told him I wasn’t ready (I was just getting out of a long-term relationship and trying to deal with cutting A out of my life).
He was bummed, but we continued to see each other and he told me that he’d be out there talking to other people. Fine by me. During this non-exclusive period, I was intimate with A twice and I was still in contact with him. I know that that was a mistake, but again, I was poorly navigating this breakup because of my attachment issues and A would not leave me alone whenever I did try to put boundaries up.
Eventually me and B got to a point where we both deleted our dating apps. We did not have an exclusive chat but I realize that by telling him that I had deleted my apps, it had led him to believe we were exclusive. In my mind, even though A was still in the picture, I didn’t think I was “seeing other people” because I was trying to get rid of A. However, there was one instance where I was intimate with A after I told B that I deleted my apps. So there was one instance of intimacy with A where B was under the impression that we were exclusive.
It was not until B asked me one time, “We are exclusive right, you’re not seeing anybody else?” that I had realized we were operating on different expectations. That immediately sobered me up, and I realized I want to take things seriously with B. I spent the rest of the month doing everything I can to cut things off with A and distancing myself. I know it might not make sense—why not just completely block A? But I felt trapped and helpless with him, and all I wanted was an amicable breakup but he wouldn’t respect any of my boundaries. Any contact we had would give him hope. I don’t know why I just didn’t block him everywhere immediately—I suppose at the time he felt like my own family and support system, and it was hard to let him go. Or maybe I just didn’t want to hurt him by blocking him. He didn’t know about B because I didn’t think it was his business to know, and I also didn’t want to hurt his feelings by telling him that I was moving on so fast.
Eventually, I got fed up trying to cut things off amicably, and I blocked A everywhere. B and I dated for another couple of weeks exclusively before he asked me to be his girlfriend, to which I said yes. I took our relationship very seriously because B had been cheated on before and I didn’t want to disrespect our relationship or put myself in a position that would hurt B. I’m also not a cheater, and would never act unfaithfully while we were officially together.
Of course, A didn’t give up and tried to contact me on different platforms that I didn’t even think to block him on. I eventually told A that I was seeing someone else and that I didn’t love him anymore and he needs to leave me alone because at this point he was harassing me. He was also going to show up at my house while I was with B but I found out through our mutual friend that she had to talk him out of it. A begged me for a closure conversation so I eventually granted him one over video call, and I was neutral and respectful of my relationship with B. A kept fishing for more information about my relationship at the time, and I shut it down. A also asked me to meet him in secret and lie to B, which I was appalled at and shut down. I ended the conversation and thought that this past us. But A continued to spam me after this conversation, to which I had to block him and delete social media platforms that I had overlooked.
Thing is, I never told B any of this. Not really. I only told B that A was very persistent and he would consistently try to contact me, and that I was dealing with that. I didn’t want to give B the wrong impression that I was here to fuck around with his feelings or disrespect him, even though I recognize I did at one point.
We didn’t date officially for very long. But this still eats me up because even though B and I are broken up now, for reasons unrelated to this, I really did fall in love for B in a way that I never felt for A. I saw a future with B where he could be my husband and the father of my children. If I had known how serious I would take my relationship with B, I would have NEVER allowed the messiness of my breakup with A spill into my time with B. And I never told him the full picture because I felt that if I had, it would just invalidate everything that I had felt, to him. He would only see me as someone who couldn’t be trusted and wasn’t taking him seriously, both of which are untrue. I am an extremely faithful partner and I loved him in a way that I didn’t feel for A at all. I just made poor decisions because honestly, that breakup put me in a poor headspace.
The reason why this all matters is that, B and I reconnected after 8 months from the intial breakup. B basically confesses to me that I am the woman of his dreams and that I’m the one for him and he feels like he’s in a better space to settle down and take things seriously. I hesitantly agree to be open to reconnecting and this time, I wanted to do things right. Knowing how I felt about him, I wanted to respect him completely from the start so I asked if he wanted to do this exclusively. He answered in an indirect manner (“how can I say all this and not want to be exclusive?”), which I took it to mean that he did want to reconnect exclusively. This time, I deleted all my dating apps immediately and stopped responding to any guys I was talking with.
However, I noticed that B was still following girls on social media, which I only deduced meant that he was still on his apps. At this point, I felt stupid for being so loyal so I redownloaded my apps and started replying to messages again. He then freaked out and sent me a long message about how he’s stressed and anxious about our connection and that he realized he wasn’t as ready as he thought he was. He apologized profusely about how ashamed and disgusted of himself he was for dragging me into his bullshit. But he stood by what he said to me, that I was his dream and that I represented everything he could ever wish for.
We met up again for closure but the talk turned into a positive one because I played “therapist” and tried to talk to him as someone who cares about him to figure out what was going on in his mind. He was displaying patterns of being a fearful avoidant, and as a fearful avoidant myself I thought I should talk to him about what I know about the attachment style. He kept thinking in black and white (either he marries me or we never speak again, which I thought was ridiculous). He told me he’s so scared of what it meant to let himself be vulnerable and give his heart to me, and what it meant to “not be single” because he didn’t “plan on having another girlfriend” after me. It was me or bust, according to him. I thought he was thinking in extremes and being ridiculous but I “therapized” him with kindness, patient and compassion. He received this talk positively and he asked for space to process his emotions while he went on vacation for spring break.
When his vacation came to an end, he started pursuing me heavily, to the point where I needed space from him. He was texting me like he was ready to actually give this connection a proper shot, and we even planned a date night where he would make me dinner and he would sleep over.
Date night comes around and he’s freaking out again. He comes over to my place and basically tells me he can’t do this and he’s not ready. And he admitted to sleeping with three women on his vacation, and to have talked to a girl here and there. Obviously, I was gutted. I was so angry and done with him, and while he didn’t owe me his exclusivity, I felt so disrespected given the context that he tried to come back into my life (that I was his dream girl and he wanted to try seriously with me).
I was pissed at him for telling me about these girls because I wasn’t stupid, I had a feeling he was probably messing around but we weren’t together and that was his business. It had nothing to do with me. It was his responsibility to police his behavior and hold himself accountable, not offload his guilt onto me. I think he freaked out because he felt guilty about what he had done to be honest and he self-sabotaged. But I didn’t care so much about what girls he was messing around with because I felt confident in our connection and I was approaching this situation as if we were new people and it wouldn’t be fair to expect someone’s loyalty right from the jump. We needed time to rebuild the commitment to each other.
Anyways, after being angry with him, I eventually tell him I loved him, and that I hope that when he looks back on his stupid life and reflects on his choices, he knows that there was at least one person who cared for him, so that he knows how badly he’s messed this all up. He tells me he’s so terrified because I’m the woman he can see bringing home and meeting his family, Im the woman he can see raising his children and being married to. He’s saying that he talked to his mom about me during his vacationn and she was so happy thinking that we were going to reconcile—even his dad, who doesn’t give a shit about him most of the time, was happy for him. He’s crying and tells me that he’s so sorry he couldn’t love himself enough to properly give love the one person he cares about (me). He tells me that he had never felt the way he felt about me about anyone else and before I came into his life, he didn’t think he was capable of feeling the way has felt.
I knew that was his own way of telling me he loved me. It seemed clear that he was broken and still had to heal from his past traumas. I wished him peace, and he truly seemed to believe that he didn’t deserve happiness. Eventually I told him, I can’t do this with him anymore, not for the foreseeable future and he got up to leave.
Before leaving, he asked me for a hug, and I gave in. I wasn’t strong enough to reject him. We hugged tightly for minutes and sobbed in each others arms, before he kissed the crown of my head and he left.
I immediately blocked him on everything. I was done.
He reached out two weeks after all of this happened to try to talk things out and to tell me things he “didn’t have the courage to say.” I was hesitant and we never met up because he eventually backed off, apologizing and promising to leave me alone. But I was so upset with him for being so wishy-washy that I decided to just tell him how I felt about all of this. I sent him a long essay that basically told him respectfully to sober up and grow up if he wants to be with me. And that I’m hurt and need time to heal from everything that happened and I can’t be with him right now. But I still care for him and wish him the best, and if we reconnect in the future then we can figure out what that means then. So I definitely left the door open if he decides to get his shit together.
I know he didn’t cheat on me, but I still felt betrayed and disrespected. But do I have a right to be? Especially after what I did, a year ago? At least he told me about what happened, but I never did. I cowered away from telling him. But I also feel like he cowered away BY TELLING ME because he couldn’t handle his own guilt and offloaded it onto me even though it had nothing to do with me. At the time that my thing happened, I didn’t see him as my dream partner—if I had known that I would, I would handled things completely differently. But now, he knew how he felt about me, and he still chose to sleep around.
So, are we even? How do we proceed if we ever were to reconnect in the future—do I be honest about something that happened over a year ago?
Tldr; Was going through a messy breakup with an ex (A) who wouldn’t leave me alone. Met my most recent ex (B), who I really fell in love with, during the midst of this breakup. Was intimate with the A once while B was under the impression we were exclusive. Once I realized B was taking things seriously, I took steps to shut things down with A, and took B seriously and exclusively. B and I broke up but we reconnected after 8 months, where he confessed to me that I was “the one” for him and he wanted to do things right. But he slept with three girls while he was back in my life (we were not dating but trying to figure things out). Do I need to be honest with him if we were to ever reconnect?

I've been wanting to get this off my chest for a while now. So here we go.
When I first joined my troop many years ago, advancing from cub scouts, I remember my troop's charter representative being one of my first interactions with my troop. He was very kind and seemed very welcoming. Over the years this changed significantly and eventually led to him playing a key role in trying to prevent me from getting my Eagle rank.
I feel that this may have all begun sometime around summer camp when I was 14-15 years old. I played a key role, serving as an SPL for the first time for our troop, and with that position came a lot of decisions of assigning different youth to fill certain roles for the summer camp (helping the dining hall, helping with certain nightly entertainment work). It seemed with every assignment I made, our charter representative felt the need to criticize and even in some cases override my choices for fairly mundane roles (even sometimes replacing people who volunteered to do these roles with unwilling youth). These disagreements eventually led to a physical confrontation in which I no longer felt safe (Me being around 95Ib at the time versus him being most likely around 250Ib and much taller), and probably violated YPT in several ways as he really got up into my face with the intention of intimidating me.
There are many other factors that may have led to this large battle in the end to protect my years of work towards the honor of Eagle. My dad may have played a role in this over the years, as he sat on the board of our troop and did seem to have a decaying opinion towards the charter representative mostly over financial decisions of purchasing new equipment to replace the troops old and out of repair gear. Our charter is a church, at which my family used to attend, and the pastor was not fond of my family withdrawing our membership to said church, including withdrawing from one on one religious classes between me and the pastor.
The starting point of this battle was a minor disagreement between me and the leader of another troop at summer camp when I was 17, which turned physical when another adult leader tried to corner me while yelling at me.
The aftermath of this incident included the charter representative as well as another adult leader that greatly disliked me filing formal complaints with BSA against me. These complaints contained false accusations, and made up events as neither were present during the incident, and yet it was claimed that I (weighing only 100Ib at the time) was the physical aggressor in the situation (despite the adult aggressors weighing over 200Ib each and cornering me).
This led the charter representative to leverage everything he could against me. I was removed from the troop at a council level, and was given no chance to insert my own recollection of what happened nor defend myself. The council was useless despite the council’s chairperson personally knowing my father and he could have easily set up a meeting to figure this out. The charter representative, the random adult leader that didn’t like me, as well as the charter itself (the pastor), all took this as their opportunity to try their best to not only remove me from my troop, but remove me from my Philmont crew (almost taking away something I’ve been looking forward to for almost a decade), and try to have me removed from scouting.
I have never been more disappointed in scouting and I am appalled by the behavior of the adult leaders, as in multiple instances, they were dead set on bullying, harassing, and excluding a youth member. I am absolutely disappointed in the (quite small) council for not giving a bit of due process.
Nevertheless, I ended up fighting hard enough to manage to stay in scouting, despite losing my troop and my Philmont slot. I still ended up going to Philmont the next summer, though I had to go with a crew I had never met before, and they were amazing to me. After that, I managed to get my Eagle rank, and I feel it means so much more to me now that I’ve truly had to fight for this honor I have worked so hard for. I am however disappointed that I will never be featured on my troops Eagle plaque, nor that I have the memories of going to Philmont with my friends that I have known for years. I have been in scouting for more than a decade and I feel this was a terrible ending, but I still continue on. I cannot wait to be at NOAC 2024!
TLDR: Charter representative held a grudge against me and tried to use it to prevent me from getting my Eagle rank.

Full stops can annoy Gen Z, warn linguists Using full stops in texts and messages could offend or upset young people, linguists have warned. Teenagers and those in their early 20s - Generation 2
- who have grown up using short messages to communicate can see the punctuation mark as a symbol of curt passive-aggression. Linguist Dr Lauren Fonteyn tweeted: "If you add that additional marker for completion, they will read something into it and it tends to be a falling intonation or negative tone"

I went straight to bed when I got inside, texting my mom an apology and then crashing. I might not remember my walking and whatever else I did but my body felt it nonetheless. I stripped my pants off and crawled into the blankets telling myself I’d wash my sheets tomorrow and deal with the mud I could feel caked onto my face then.
I came to in another dream visit with the white haired man, who looked very pleased with himself.
“Welcome back.” He said smugly. I remained silent and waiting for it to be over.
“Got to know more about your history then?”
I shrugged in response trying to turn my body away to walk out of the woods. I had a feeling if I could get some control over myself I could leave. So far it was just whether I talked or not.
“Your family blood didn’t start with your grandma you know. How do you think she knew what to do?”
I remained silent. It hadn’t occurred to me yet that she would have to know which tree and how to sacrifice somehow.
“I’ve known your family for a very long time. Several generations. Before the town you live in was much more than a few cabins.”
I hated this, my curiosity peaked but there was no way I could ask without engaging him and the safest bet so far was to not engage and hope he got bored. I had no idea what my face was doing though and he had a knack for knowing what I was thinking anyway.
“I can tell you what you want to know, all you have to do is ask. Have you ever thought about meeting your dad? Say the word and I can make it happen.”
Then I was awake, morning light through my window and my mom laying beside me. Her face was haggard and she was still in her scrubs. Her hand was on my head. I slowly eased myself up and started getting myself up and ready to meet the girls. There were quite a few messages from everyone on my phone that I sent short answers to before getting into a very hot shower.
When I finished my shower I made breakfast for me and my mom. I went to wake her up, I shook her shoulder first until her eyes opened.
“Mom, I made you breakfast, it’s after 9.” I said gently. I could see it in her eyes though, she was going to go back to her bed and if I was lucky she would get up sometime later, if not she’d be out for awhile. Weeks maybe. My stomach clenched thinking about her not going to work.
“I’ll be up in a bit.” She said rolling over. She was too still to have fallen back asleep. That isolated feeling came over me again. I didn’t know how to help her. I needed to do something or we wouldn’t have heat or food soon. I remembered Kevin said I could call him but I had a feeling that was only going to make it worse. I took a breath and promised myself that if we got low on food and she wasn’t working I would call him for sure.
I went to the living room and turned on the tv. This would be hit or miss. I found a playlist of the happiest songs and turned the volume up on the tv so it would reach the bedroom. I sang along while I did dishes and then I cleaned the bathroom. I kept the music going and sang as I went in her room and stripped the sheets and blankets and threw them in the wash. I opened the curtains to bring as much light as I could. By 1 she had joined me and she was smiling. It was a fake smile but it was a smile. It was a keep going to work smile. As long as I could keep her above water even the tiniest bit we could be ok.
Sometimes I thought about what would happen to her when I was old enough to move out. Who would get her out of bed, who would make sure she ate or showered? Would I just live with her forever? Maybe I could take classes at the community college, something like sonographer, I could get a good job and pay the bills and maybe if she didn’t have to work she could enjoy herself and not be so sad. For the first time in my life it felt suffocating. I felt the breath leave my chest and I struggled to pull in a breath. It had never hit me like this what that would mean, to take care of her for the rest of my life, or be worried that she had died of starvation in her bed and no one knew for a very long time.
“Alright, Carly, I have to be at work in an hour so I’m going to get ready. Just 4 to 4 tonight. No more than twelve hours I hope.” Mom gave me a side hug and kissed my head. “Stay in tonight, invite your friends here, but stay in the house ok?”
“Ok mom.” I promised. I was a little relieved, her depression was starting to rub off on me. The world sounded muted and the air seemed thicker and it was just a little bit harder to breathe. “Hey mom? Do you ever think about getting a job where you don’t have to work so much? Maybe less hours wouldn’t wear you out so much?”
“This pays the best. It’s not forever, if you want I’ll look around ok?” Mom smiled at me but it didn’t reach her eyes. I faked a smile as well and nodded.
When she finally went out the door for work I went to the window over looking our parking spot and watched her go. Then I went to the bathroom and shut the door and curled up at the bottom of the tub in the dark. I cried. Because I was scared for mom, I was scared for me, and because I finally knew something about my dad and that was the only thing I would know of him. Not what I had experienced or seen, but what someone else had seen. It hurt to know that I would never actually know an authentic version of my dad. I wrapped my arms around my chest and squeezed myself tight trying to hold on the loud sobs I felt coming. They came. In loud bursts and then howls. Tears for everything, the past, the present, and the future. In the midst of this my phone went off. The light from the phone illuminated the dark bathroom. It surprised me enough to cut me off and to lean out of the tub to check it. My back was sore and my right side ached from laying on it the way I had. Tingles went up my arm as I reached over for the phone. It was Lainey, I took a calming breath and answered.
“Hello?” I tried to sound nonchalant but I could detect the waver in my voice. Maybe she wouldn’t though.
“Hey, we were going to go to the mall and I wanted to see if you wanted to come. We haven’t heard from you all day.” Lainey talked as if she were distracted and I could hear Autumn in the background talking quickly and breathlessly.
“My mom says she wants me to stay in tonight but I can have you guys over. I just can’t leave.” I tried to add some emotion to my voice but it came out flat. Better than obviously crying though.
“Hold on.” Lainey said before I could hear muffled talking. “Ok, we’ll come to you and bring snacks. We can watch a movie.”
I had cleaned myself up before they arrived, put ice packs under my eyes to reduce the swelling. Dillon dropped them off and came inside to hug me and tell me he was glad I was ok before leaving. His girlfriend tagged along, she was stunning and made me nervous. The way her hair fell in waves around her shoulders and never looked out of place. The way she had her eyeliner winged out and smoky made me want to stare in her eyes and I had to fight the urge to do so. I always tried to avoid looking at her or talking to her and stuttering when I spoke. But tonight, she was here in my home and looking around while she waited. I was suddenly conscious of the faded pictures on the wall, the cheap paneling in the kitchen.
“I like your cups over there.” She said gesturing to a shelf full of cups we got at the fair whenever mom felt up to going.
“Thanks, we collect them.” I said nervously. She nodded and then glanced at the door. I didn’t even know anyone could look like a model in a hoodie. I didn’t look like one when I wore hoodies. I looked shapeless and small. I put my hands in my pajama pants and realized how dorky I must look next to her.
They left shortly after and the 4 of us went to the couch and laid the snacks out. I brought everyone a can of soda, feeling a little more in control now that she was gone. I picked a comedy and we settled until about halfway through when we got bored and restless.
“So what happened last night?” Autumn asked. It came out fast like she was trying to get it out before someone could stop her.
“I don’t know. I was walking with you guys and then I wasn’t.” I said picking at a spot on my pants.
“Did you go to the doctors?” Donna asked. I blinked in surprise. That hadn’t even occurred to me. I shook my head. “We don’t want to pry, you’re always so private but there has to be more to what happened.”
“Maybe we can help.” Lainey said gently, touching my arm. I stared at the tv for a few minutes before answering.
“It started before I met you guys kind of. I went up to Camp Thellgar with my mom’s friend, he was fishing and foraging and mainly keeping me occupied I guess. As we were leaving it was starting to get dark and this guy with white hair came out and started talking to me. It was all nonsense but since then I dream about him a lot. That we are in the woods talking and I think he’s trying to get me to ask him questions. The next time I went back was when I met you guys, I had been swimming down the creek looking for something, I don’t know what. I laid down and thought that I wished I had friends and there you guys were when I woke up. I think I accidentally accepted a gift without realizing it and now he has a hold on me or something, He tries to get me to ask him stuff, feeds me information about my family or my mom but keeps it vague. Sometimes I wake up and I am starving and I just inhale food and it doesn’t help sometimes. I’m just really hungry and then all the sudden it’s gone and I’m fine. I started sleepwalking awhile back but it never happened while I was awake. “
There was a silence for a beat and then everyone looked at Lainey, her face was thoughtful like she was putting together pieces of a puzzle. Lainey was the psychic one who could pick up anything.
“What’s his name?” Lainey finally asked. I relaxed, afraid that they wouldn’t believe me or would think I was ridiculous.
“I have no idea, I just call him the white hair guy.” I admitted.
“Could be fae. I’d have to think about it though. This doesn’t…. Feel right. I don’t know exactly how to explain it though. Something is wrong here.”
I was silent for a few minutes and then retold the story Kevin had told me last night as best as I could remember it. Their eyes were wide when I was finished.
“Ok so let’s say your dad made a deal with the fae. He followed through on his end right? He left with them so that you could live. I wonder what the deal entailed then. If it was just to get you better for the time being or if it was to keep you protected.” Lainey stood up and started pacing back and forth in front of the tv. “So we need someone who knows about deals with the fae.”
“We can google it.” Autumn said pulling out her phone.
“Do that too, but what about the ranger from last night? She was talking to the guy who picked Caroline up and she said something weird to him.” Lainey said, sounding more confident. “The people that work up there are always weird, they’d have to be to be able to stay up there all the time. Like, with the reputation it has for people going missing…”
“Everyone in town knows to stay out of there at night. She lives there so she’d have to know something or be protected.” Donna said thoughtfully.
“And if she is protected, maybe she can protect Carly!” Autumn bounced up to her knees and clapped.
I smiled at them. I had been carrying this so long that it hadn’t occurred to me that there was anything I could do to stop it.

Long story short, my brother wants me to open up an IC market acct in my name(not 100% sure what it is but trading i think, similar to robinhood maybe/he wants a reliable broker and claims none are in the USA) since he cant. Apparently it is blocked in America and since I live in europe, i can open one. He used to use some others but they dont use something called mt5 or theyre “regulated”, not sure what that means. I told him no i dont want to open up anything else in my name for him, as the last time i did it when i was 19; it got sent to collections and messed up my credit. Not sure if this broker acct or whatever it is can do that, but nevertheless i dont want to mix my finances or have something in my name thats not owned by me. Mind you I never used his paypal credit i simply logged in to make a purchase with my own card. I then removed my card and I have messages of him using the acct afterwards, so I am unsure how i “ruined” his paypal credit? we used to be close but not as much, he doesnt really call and when he does hes asking for something or talking abt stocks trying to get me to invest. I have done a bunch of stuff for him and i send him money whenever he asks that he never returns bcuz ik he doesnt have alot. now hes like hes losing money bcuz he used to make 3k a month trading and he cant anymore due to whatever.
he sent the following text:
I love you but moving forward I'm blocking you and I don't want any communication with you. I'm disappointed that something that's important for me to make money and support my family is so minuscule to you that you don't put any thought or research into it. A couple of years ago you asked me to use my PayPal account without hesitation I provided you all the info you needed to do what you needed to do not even a question since l let you borrow that account my PayPal credit is non existent. Not one time did I say anything to you about it I just kept it moving. It's life but we all have choices to make and if you choose to make them thinking about only yourself you'll be alone with yourself in the end. I wish you nothing but the best moving forward and if you still have me as a beneficiary on your life insurance please change it to (my sister) or give it to your mother. Goodnight.
SO AITAH for not opening up a broker account or whatever for my brother to help him make money?? I feel horrible but i feel it is wrong he doesnt respect my boundaries or when i say no & tries to guilt trip me and all bcuz i wouldnt do this one thing, hes willing to cut all communication.

( looking for longterm.)
hii i’m kay. i’m bisexual & from ohio.
if you’ve messaged before just message again. i most likely didn’t get it.
pls put stuff abt u and ur age in ur msg
i’m willing to do long distance *** but would prefer if you’re close to ohio. please be in the same country 😭😭
18-25 , put stuff abt u in ur message !!!!
anywho , here are some cons abt me before we actually get started :)
i have bad teeth due to being neglected as a child, dentures are in my future soon.
i’m fat, and it’s something i’m actively working towards.
i can’t drive , and that is also something i’m working towards.
now here is the other stuff!!
i like video games, cleaning, watching movies, reading, and a bunch of more stuff.
i like cringe relationships, like being obsessed with eachother, matching christmas pjs, matching lego figures.
i’m a lvr girl i willllll be obsessed with you if things workout. also love clinginess. text me all hours of the night n whenever you want<3 be annoying , react to my selfies all of it
my music tastes varies from pop, & occasional country, to “metal”
i dont rly have a type but nerds r soooo fine. fluffy hair , glasses. but its not a need!! it’s just something that makes me fold. & i just dont really like long hair and beards.
i dont use many socials. instagram is my favorite though. ( i’m on insta daily. & tiktok.)
i also have a dog, bearded dragon , rabbit and chickens!

I woke up this morning and slept again for another 45 minutes 20ish minutes later. The first time I was pretty sure I was dreaming but when I failed a reality check (6 fingers on one hand) (I almost never lucid dream so this has never happened before) it scared me so badly I woke up. Soon I fell asleep again and knew I was undeniably dreaming. My tv had a white background with a static-y blur in the center and I tried to control what popped up to establish control over something. I tried to make it a one and it popped up as a symbol idk the name of instead. The only thing ik abt the symbol is that its the symbol on the xbox keyboard that you press down to get to the symbol you use to format colored text in minecraft. Anywhere after a few more tries I realized I couldn't control it so I tried the thing I normally do when I first go lucid which is turn my world into a sort of blank slate. That wasn't working either, I went to my room to my computer which had a program to help me control the world to which u set up the blank slate and began searching for bedroom templates (bad with visualization). I woke up before I could finalize any change
Tl;dr: my main concern is that I had a lucid dream I had no control over and idk why

Hello Hello, my buds, my palls, my friends. I have the first chapter for this week ready for you all. I have three more chapters I am cleaning up and will be getting them out as soon as possible. We are nearing the end of book Two- I hope you all are enjoying as we go.
Lets get this book
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Kyroll and Martinez’s day flew by, which was surprising considering they never saw a single stag from their first hide or a half-dozen others they moved to and set up throughout the day.
There were some fleeting glimpses of other smaller creatures, but none they were after or that Kyroll was willing to shoot. That was a shame. One of the animals they spotted was called a Eurila; it was a fat-looking bird that reminded Martinez of a chicken, other than its bright blue and green plumage and the fact that it had four wings.
Kyroll insisted they were in their mating season and should not be shot for the time being. If there were any stags around, the rifle fire would send them running. Martinez had no frame of reference regarding the mating season part but could understand the later warning.
In the right conditions, rifles like theirs could be heard firing for dozens of kilometers, so it was better not to risk it.
By the time they returned to camp, they were under the light of half a dozen moons orbiting Renoral. The hike down from the hills was deathly silent. Neither spoke, neither had fully grappled with their strife.
Martinez still could not fully trust Kyroll. Too many things raised red flags over the trip: The duffle bag, his treatment of Lysa, and the forced, almost plastic way he acted. None of it added up.
Kyroll knew what he had to do, and with them only being out here for one more day, he had to decide what he was going to do. Could he trust Martinez to keep his mouth shut? Was the risk worth it? How would he explain this to Nelya and Lysa? Could he even return to them after ensuring Martinez’s knowledge dies with him?
As Martinez lit a fire, Kyroll secluded himself inside his tent, leaving the Human alone. While Kyroll dug inside the tent, likely changing his socks and underwear, Martinez poked and prodded at the fire.
He looked at the lake and wondered why those beautiful little insects had not returned. It was only then that Martinez remembered Kyroll had not retrieved that metallic orb. Was that thing some kind of insect repellent?
If it was, that was disappointing; having those cherubic orbs dancing on the glass-like lake would be a pleasant addition to the area and add a little life to the otherwise overbearing darkness just beyond the flickering firelight.
After Martinez had sat stationary long enough for the cold fingers of winter to crawl into his boots and claw away any warmth, Kyroll joined him at the fire. He groaned loudly, his knees crackling louder than the firewood as he lowered himself into his chair.
“Here,” Kyroll said, extending his hand across the fire, clutching a bottle of a clear liquid. “It's some homemade liquor.”
“You are offering me a drink?” Martinez raised a brow
“Well, yeah, Vuric. It’s not like I stuttered,” Kyroll shook the bottle.
Martinez could not help but feel like he was being set up here. Kyroll had pulled that bottle out of the duffle bag that other Aviex had passed off to him, and Martinez had yet to get a good look at its contents. For all he knew, that bottle was filled with acid.
“Sure, but after you. It’s your bottle; you should get the first drink,” Martinez said, insinuating some abstract tradition.
With a slight narrowing of his two remaining stacked eyes, Kyroll glared suspiciously at Martinez. After analyzing Martinez, Kyroll shrugged, uncapped the bottle, and took a swig deep enough that it made Martinez’s spine shiver, imagining the burning liquid sliding down his throat. But Kyroll simply inhaled sharply before exhaling and reextending the offer.
“See no poison,” Kyroll coughed.
“I never said it was,” Martinez argued, grabbing the bottle.
“You didn’t have to. Your face said it all,” Kyroll shrugged. I’ve done that before, but I could not get away with it here—it would be too obvious, and Nelya would kill me.”
“Don’t forget about Lysa. She would peal your dick like a banana,” Martinez quipped.
“Banana?” Kyroll replied, tilting his head in confusion.
“It’s a fruit,” Martinez replied, gasping after siping the burning liquid.
The liquor was nothing special, but it was nothing weak by any means. It was more potent than vodka and just as tasteless. God, how do people drink like this?
“Do you have anything to mix it with?” Martinez asked, passing the bottle back.
“Nope. What, are you too good to drink it straight?” Kyroll challenged before taking another sip, but this time, it was far less exaggerated. “Just enjoy that I’m sharing this with you at all. Normally I would have just kept it all to myself.”
“I never said that but just drinking straight booze is usually not my style, plus I have had some issues in the past,” Martinez admitted.
Raising an eyebrow, Kyroll keenly plucked apart what he knew about the Human and what he understood about warriors who fell to the drink. He was not confident about what Martinez meant by issues, but the insinuation was obvious.
Seeing Kyroll's mocking look, Martinez took another steadying drink. “Shut up, like you are perfect.”
Martinez could have used many words to describe the next half hour: unexpected, strange, perhaps out of the blue, but in all honesty, the most poignant descriptor was surreal.
Kyroll was not acting like the man that Martinez had come to know over the last three days. The old Aviex was actually pleasant company.
Kyroll regaled Martinez with tales of when he was just a young lad and first joined the military—his time in boot camp, advanced infantry training, and all the way up until he joined Aviex special forces. At that point, the conversation quickly drifted for reasons Martinez understood—most people in that line of work are tight-lipped.
Martinez had to admit the Human and Aveix training experiences were comedically similar: screaming drill instructors running endless upon endless drills and tests, weeks of never-ending marches, and non-stop corrections of the slightest error. Apparently, looks weren't the only thing that the two species had in common.
As they continued to drink and relax with one another, the moons rose higher into the sky. Martinez started to believe that Kyroll had finally broken down and relented, having finally admitted to himself that unless something soiled Martinez and Lysa’s relationship, the Human was here to stay.
"So tell me, what exactly do you feel about my daughter?" Kyroll questioned, steepling his fingers and leaning forward. "Considering the conviction you've shown, I'm a little curious.
That question was a shift in the left field, which Martinez never expected. Kyroll giving Martinez the dad talk right after telling him about how some of his soldiers once got lost while out in liberty and ended up drunk and naked in another city was a bit of tonal whiplash.
Martinez, of course, had heard about fathers interrogating a potential suitor while cleaning a weapon. It was a staple in hollow flicks. Some of the Marines Martinez knew had done just that with their daughters.
But given Lysa and Kyroll's distance, Martinez assumed they would have forgone this almost cliche conversation.
Casting his gaze towards the serine lake Martinez pondered the idea for a moment, not because he was unsure of his answers but because he needed to gather the words and string them together in a way that would not piss off any father.
No father wants to hear: oh, your daughter has a nice ass, I want to eat chocolate off her abs, or how watching her break alien bones while in a fight turns him unreasonably on. Martinez might be dense, but he was nowhere near that stupid.
" I think Ruh’ha is one of the gentlest, most caring people I know. Yeah, her sense of humor can be cruel at times, but she never crossed any lines with anyone," Martinez started but paused to gauge Kyroll’s reaction.
For his credit, Kroll kept his cards close to his chest, not flinching or looking as though he was dissatisfied with the conversation piece. He was stalwart as Martinez expressed his feelings for Lysa.
Martinez sighed and scratched the back of his head slightly; this next portion was just a little bit awkward, even though Kyroll undoubtedly would understand. "She is amazing, if I was going to put it simply. She's helped me through some rough spots at work and some personal problems. She was right there with me through it all, pressing me on. And since we started staying over together more often, I have had way less nightmares, which is something I enjoy."
As Martinez spoke that time around, he was intently watching Kyroll to see if you could spot any indications of a reaction to him mentioning Lysa or their intimacy. Through the dancing shadows and Kyroll’s hands concealing most of his face, it was difficult to spot, but there was a twinge, a slight flicker, and an unmistakable change in his eyes.
Guilt replaced his usual stoney visage and lingered there for several seconds. Martinez continued to speak and compliment Liza in every way he possibly could.
Kyroll's shoulders slumped and sagged further and further with each compliment Martinez gave Lysa, praising how wondrous and magnanimous she was. It was like each word weighed down on him.
After Martinez had finished, they sat there in silence, Kyroll watching the fire crackle and pop, flames dancing with sparks fluttering away, joining the cacophony of starlight above. In contrast, Martinez wondered if Kyroll was not a cold-blooded killer.
There were a few Marines Martinez knew who had changed after the strife and tribulation the forges of combat we're—.Perhaps Carol was the same.
"Hey, are you all right?" Martinez asks, picking up on Kyroll's look of woe and clearly pondering his family. “You seem different whenever I mention Liza or Nelia. Is something on your mind?"
Kyroll bit his tongue. His spine straightened, and his muscles flexed like he was getting ambushed in some dark alley on Heavalun.
Martinez's acknowledgment meant one of two things to the old veteran: that he was dangerously sharp for someone who was just some knuckle dragger and that Kyroll was getting sloppy.
Maybe the years away from work caused him to be out of practice and unable to keep himself composed. The booze might also have something to do with it, but he doubted it was that.
This Vorick, something about Martinez dug under his skin, stabbed into him like a knife, and fileted him open, leaving his emotions and thoughts to bear. It was like the Human could read his mind.
A sudden reflection, a thought, surged forth in Kyrolls mind: the whispers of someone he had not thought of in nearly a decade resurrected from the deepest point of his mind— the only other human he had ever known.
Emil.
He recalled Emil's rants and raves about his desire to be better, to be an outstanding friend, ally, husband, and warrior all at once. Back when he was subjected to those talks, Kyroll thought it was nothing more than the rantings of a madman, someone I didn't know what they were genuinely asking for and had no semblance of reality.
Emil was ignorant and didn't see the darkness that awaited him while on the team. The Human's optimism would be crushed after a deployment or two.
But he never did change—quite the opposite. Emil changed the team. His thoughts infected the team Kyroll had spent years cultivating, selecting, and preparing for the rigors of what was to be expected of anyone working for the Avex government.
One by one, the team all resigned, having learned from Emil there was more to life than never Ending combat and snuffing the lives of those who had learned too much.
Even Kyroll fell for Emil's advice to support Nelya and the soon-to-be-born Lysa. Back then, he did it without question; all it took was telling Kyroll to be with his wife, to love life and what he had.
Why are humans like this? What was going on? Kyroll couldn't put it into words or dredge up what was crawling through his mind and digging at the chipped, cold heart in his chest.
Fucking Humans, they just did something to him. They dig into him, crawl across his skin, and change him. No, they change everyone around them.
" I'm alright," Kyrol said, hoping to end this conversation and these strange effects. But just like Emil, Martinez was relentless.
"Bulshit, it's obvious something is bouncing around in you're great. Just say it," Martinez insisted.
They held each other's stares, neither willing to be the first to break contact. Each was stubborn and bull-headed. But as Kyroll looked at Martinez through the flickering fire, he didn't see his daughter's ruh’ha; he saw Emil smiling and jokingly telling him to calm down and relax, assuring him that no one wanted to hurt him.
"Fine," Kyroll growled, disturbed by Martinez’s insistence and eerie similarities to a man he knows is long dead. It was funny, almost as if Emil was getting one final laugh out of his stubborn friend's strife, just through this other human. " It annoys me that you and Lysa have what Nelly and I couldn't when we were young."
"Wait, hold the fuck up. You, Kyroll, great warrior, special forces commander, and spy, are jealous of your daughter?" Martinez said exaggeratedly, emphasizing the magnitude of titles Kyroll once held by gesturing high to heaven.
Kyroll grumbled and tried to think of what to respond with, but Martinez was right; he was jealous. He was almost vindictive that Martinez was there for his little Huntress in a way he never could be or could have been. Between work trying to protect her and how shaded his past was, it was never an option. He never could have been forward with her, unlike this Vorick.
“Come on, brother, you should be happy for Lyza. She's healthy and has plenty of friends. We agree to go to a fertility clinic to get some groundwork for us moving forward together. How would you be jealous of any of that? That's perfectly healthy and normal?" Martinez questioned, leaning back and genuinely not understanding why Gyro would ever feel that way.
Perhaps it was because Martinez had only ever known being in a relationship with Lyza, but still, this didn't seem like something one should be jealous of, especially of one's daughter.
Kyroll gripped his pants hard, trying to stay composed. At this point, he was treating Martinez as if it was just Emil on the other side of that fire, calling him on his bullshit and telling him why he was lying to himself and everyone around him to keep himself in his little Happy Box.
"Because she's my baby girl My Little Huntress," Kyroll hissed through his teeth.
Martinez responded just as Emil would have in the past. "That doesn't change anything. The fact that you still think of her as your daughter and she wants you to be her father will help you be better with Lysa. All you have to do is try with her."
Stars damned it, why are humans so damned stubborn, and why did they always seem to have an answer for everything.
" you just don't get it!" Kyroll snapped, standing and pointing at Martinez vindictively, trying to shut out the Human's prodding.
The sudden outburst surprised Martinez, causing him to flinch and raise his hands, expecting Kyroll to jump over the flames and attempt to flog him; neither moved for several seconds, both gauging the other's reaction.
“I'm going to go take a piss," Kyroll said, turning around to escape this scenario.
Before Martinez could respond, Kyroll made it near his tent and paused, looking at the closed flap and then back at Martinez. He opened his mouth about to speak but shut it, shaking his head before vanishing into the overwhelming gloom, leaving Martinez alone.
That pause and hesitation distracted Martinez from the perceived propinquity he and his would-be father-in-law were building, thrusting him back to the reality that the older Aviex despises him.
Kyroll left Martinez alone, and his duffel bag was in that tent. It was time to settle things.
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"You mother fucker, get out of my head," Kyroll groaned, slamming his head against a tree hard enough that blood oozed from an open wound, getting deeper with each strike.
Emil and Martinez, why did they both have to make everything so complicated? Normally, this would be easy.
Get the target to trust you enough to get close, drug them up, then dump them somewhere or orchestrate some other method for their demise. It was no different than getting Recaf.
"But why does deciding to kill this one have to be difficult," the old Aviex muttered, leaning his head against the tree.
Kyroll thought back to all he had done, the people he had killed, the missions undertaken, and the names he had erased from history. They were all easy: a quick pull of a trigger, stepping off VTOL, or a few black lines on paper.
Kyroll couldn't see him doing that to Martinez. Even if he erased everything about the human, Lysa and Nelly would know, and they would have to be dealt with.
No matter how he tried to justify or logic the issues away, Kyroll simply couldn't figure out how he could kill Martinez.
He could try to lie to himself that keeping the Aviex history under wraps is for the greater good of the universe. That didn't work, so what if someone else knew he knew, and Nelly knew, and neither of them were supposed to?
Martinez was trying to take away his dear little daughter. He was hardly a father to Lysa, but without Martinez, there was no chance he could ever be a father to her. Everything Martinez says is true; without Martinez's approval, Lysa disappears.
Kyroll slumped into the snow, lying on his back, and looked up at the starry night sky, sighing. "Dammit, Emil, even from the grave, you're still right."
Kyroll lay there until he eventually surrendered to the reality that he had to be better for the sake of Nelly and Lysa. He thought back to one of the last things Emil tried to teach him: You can't fight and kill everything. Too many things need acceptance, care, and nurturing in love.
"Fine, Emil, you goddamn win," Kyroll grumbled.
He would ensure Lysa, Nelya, and Martinez were happy and safe. Slinking back to his feet, he started stepping back towards camp, wanting to start again and truly make this strange life work.
He would start out with Martinez by returning to camp and extending a true gamut of peace. Kyroll just had to make sure Martinez could never see what was in that duffle bag.
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As I was dashing, a customer reached out to me via text and angrily told me to stop texting that number and that they didn't order door dash. I tried explaining to them that I never reached out to them and tried to confirm that they had ordered the current order I was delivering. After that, they asked me my name and how old I was. I told them my name, since they could see that anyway, as well as my age, which I realize wasn't too smart. They then started asking me what I look like, and that I did not show them. I told them to please stop texting me and if they have a complaint to go through Door Dash. They repeatedly kept asking me what I looked like, and if I was there when I tried to ignore them. And when that didn't work, they started spam calling me. When I answered to tell them that I would be reporting them to Door Dash, all they had to say, or whisper in this case was: "You fucking suck." I hung up and they proceeded to call me 10 more times before finally giving up, but not before leaving me a silent three minute voicemail on the last one. I've filled a report with door dash and am waiting to hear back from them. I know it was probably just some stupid teenagers messing with me, but it's still really scary.

I am 29. Last year (May 2023) I was found in my apartment and had been down about 24 hours. I don’t remember anything. My organs were failing and I almost died. I had a blood clot in my leg, was in a weird position next to my bed, had blood around my mouth, and had a compression injury from my position causing my leg to have nerve damage- my leg and foot are numb and I cannot move or control my foot or toes (foot drop). I have to use a special brace to walk.
I spent two weeks in the hospital, was in PT, speech therapy, and OT.
No one knew why this happened.
Fast forward to Jan 2024. I go to bed and wake up and threw up on my couch and once in the toilet. I don’t remember it. Then I’m texting my mom and dad really odd things that make no sense. My parents come over and take me to the hospital. I was there for one day. Again no one knew why this happened.
My neurologist recommended an ambulatory eeg. I did that and it came back that I had generalized intermittent slowing in my brain.
Based on those results and the two incidents, my neurologist diagnosed me with epilepsy.

My Gf (19) and me (21), we’ve been dating for 3 and a half years and six months ago I found her talking to another dude from her job. When I found out she told more lies, like “I dont know how to delete recently deleted messages” another one being this is the first time they texted, which I found was a lie because I can see the phone bill and saw them texting at 1 am at the same time we were fighting and i left the house in anger. She has also swore they didn’t do anything physical. Loyalty is a big thing for me and is a borderline dealbreaker for me when it’s broken. This put her whole personality to me in question and ruined my trust issues and really messed me up for a while. I also found she was making fun of me with friends and talking bad about our relationship. I found all this a couple days before my birthday and we also lived together up until this point for 7 months dating for 3years.
She told me she would do anything to stay with me and I specifically asked her for certain actions that she didn’t do or had a problem with doing it(like leaving that job), clearing my name with her friends and caring and listening to my feelings and making me feel heard in general, so there wouldn’t be so many escalated arguments, she did finally end up getting fired from the job rather than leaving for the actions she did to me. The person from work she was talking said something about me confronting him at the workplace which I never did, but the job still let her go. To my understanding.
Its been 8 months since then and we still live together she has no job and I take care of us. I didn’t feel comfortable with her getting another job because of what happened. Also before we moved in together I told her I wanted her to focus on herself and build something that she likes and not to worry about the bills or anything, I just need your support and loyalty. The 8 months have been so hard for me and the fact I didn’t get the action I asked for, action that would put me on a path of healing. I get constantly told we can work this out from her and that she is trying. I love her and had so many hopes for us but feel it’s beyond fixing. I constantly beg for peace, my lessened desire to comfort her and show affection upsets her and causes arguments. this is something that I felt would happen due to how she would treat my feelings before and now that she is up against winning my trust back my tolerance for arguing, trying to explain and getting upset because I wasn’t feeling heard. I haven’t been getting the energy I need and constantly see myself saying Im done and committing reactive abuse. I hate the person I become and want to feel happy again and not be so hateful inside.
Her sister(early 30s) is going to edc and wants my gf to go with her. I told my gf how it makes me uncomfortable with the rave outfits, drugs and turbulent vegas environment. Even if she doesn’t partake, to me I still see the bad situations that can happen especially how she has acted towards me with trust before.
She insisted I was being closed minded, judge-mental of the drugs/clothing and controlling, and that I should want to support my partner in new experiences. She told me my boundaries were too much for anyone. Not wanting her to hang out with certain people , especially people that don’t respect our relationship. Every argument after the event has been me generously trying to help her see how she is badly treating me and can be better for me as she said she wants to. She constantly says it’s not easy and that I just think im right all the time.
I often found situations where I was explaining my feelings and how I was uncomfortable and she tells me the others feelings and why she needs to tend to those.
If she were not to go it would be an action showing she sees my feelings and is going to respect them and really wants to be better for me and keep me but this is how it’s going. AITA? Am I wasting my time

Looking for Director above level roles per my experience, and I have a few super interesting tech companies in mind. Is it cool to reach out to in-house recruiters with a personalized e-mail? rather than waiting for a position to show up and submit my resume?
If so, what would be the right titles to network/connect with on LinkedIn? Talent ??

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I got a random text message asking if I’d be interested in an easy online job (company was Orion Worldwide, which is a real company, but the website the scammers gave me was a fake copy). Then they moved me to WhatsApp to start “training”. The job was incredibly simple. Essentially just hit submit on orders and earn commission.
To my surprise, they actually let me withdraw the “commission” I earned over about an hour to my crypto wallet, no banking info or personal data necessary. I think it was some sort of pig butchering idea, with the end goal of me thinking it’s a real job and putting my own money in at some point (like upgrade to employee level 2 to earn more commissions or something).
I realized immediately it was a scam, and after I withdrew the money to my crypto wallet I blocked the scammers contact.
It seems like a risky scam from the scammers POV, but I ended up $150 richer so I suppose it’s cool.
My only speculation is that their end goal is that people use a weak password for both their crypto account and the fake company website, and the scammer attempts to hack into their crypto account to access their banking info. It seems like a bit of a stretch, and my passwords are good, but I may change them just to be safe. I don’t have anything in my crypto wallet anyway, but I suppose them buying something with my card info on my crypto account is a risk.
Feels like I won in this scam.

Hello all!
I just graduated a few days ago, so I have been undertaking a fun little project as I've been dying to program for fun. It is a sudoku solver! I have played sudoku forever, and I have an algorithm I use, but I always wondered if my algorithm I use in my head could in fact solve any, and my computation power just isn't sufficient, or if some will eventually need brute force/ guess and check.
My algorithm when solving by myself is:
(1) if, out of a certain column/row/neighborhood, there is only one square that can possibly house a certain element (1-9), fill in that square with the element
(2) if the only element that can go in that square is x, put x in that square
(3) if the only options for a certain element (again certain digit between 1 and 9) in a row/col/neighborhood happen to all be in a 2nd different row/col/group, from the blanks in that 2nd row/col/group, eliminate that element
(4) for each row/col/neighborhood, see if there are any collections of n blank squares, where their set union equal n, and n < number of blank squares. If so, elimate that set union from squares not included.
(an example would be you have 5 blank squares in a row, and 3 are [1, 2], [2, 9], [1,9]... you would eliminate 1, 2, and 9 as possibilities from the rest of the blanks in that grouping.
Sadly, even though I have implemented all the rules in the solver, it appears the problem with my mental algorithm was not memory/computation power (at least sometimes.) These rules cannot solve all sudokus that can be solved.
Any ideas, advice, links, etc, to figure out what to do next? I set out to make a sudoku solver, not a solver of most sudoku's, so I really want to delve deeper and create a complete solver that never uses brute force! If possible!
Thank you for the assistance! If you have any questions, please let me know!

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It was a sweltering day.
The General Student Council's Defense Office put out a Excessive Heat Watch for the D.U., Temperatures were set to rise to 48 Celsius today. Sensei had sent out a message to all students informing of S.C.H.A.L.E's closure and advising that they all stay indoors today due to this heat.
Miyako had, for all her own intense and purposes, ignored this and had made her way to the S.C.H.A.L.E Offices anyway.
The Transportation Office had limited public transport to Subways only and even that was on a limited operation schedule so Miyako had only one way to make it to her location.
She was headed to S.C.H.A.L.E on such a hot day for one reason.
Sensei.
Ever since...
Sensei had failed to save her.
He wasn't at fault. A lot of events happened that led to that point and after all, staying behind was her decision. She wouldn't let Sensei do it for her....
She wouldn't let Miyako do it for her either...
Ever since then, Sensei had been drastically distancing himself from his Students. When he'd once rush to any students aid and help them with that big dumb smile of his he would now announce that S.C.H.A.L.E is closed for a week without any explanation.
He'd lock the S.C.H.A.L.E Building. Ignore the pleas of his students and disappear without a trace for days. One time he even disappeared for a whole week. Not even "Sensei Inter-academy Stalking Club" could find him.
Today as well, the S.C.H.A.L.E Building would be locked, but Miyako knew a secret way in. She had used it multiple times before during the very early hours of the morning, as not to bother Sensei and so that she could take a shower.
It's recent purpose however was to check up on Sensei.
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Miyako made her way from the basement of the S.C.H.A.L.E Building up the several flights of stairs that led to the floor with the offices.
It was hot.
Way too hot.
As if the AC had never kicked in at all.
Miyako stalked her way through the hall before coming across a control panel for the floor AC unit. It was turned off. She silently inputted the passcode to the AC and reignited it. Soon cold air grazed her head as a vent that was situated above the control unit allowed air to flow.
She continued her walk as she came up to Sensei's Office.
The door was open and inside was a Sensei who looked weird.
He was bundled up in coats upon coats.
"Sensei?"
Sensei had already known she was there. The ever clairvoyant, or possibly just a by-product of his years of Special Forces Training, Sensei looked at the white haired Rabbit, a smile on his face.
It was fake.
Miyako knew right away that the smile wasn't his usual one. The one that he had shown her so many times before. The one that only she had seen that night.
This was not the smile of the Sensei.... no, the adult she had come to love, trust and respect.
This was the smile of someone about to do something life changing.
"It's cold in here isn't it, Miyako?"
His voice was flat. No tone. Miyako's face became distressed.
Why was he bundled up in such high heat? Why was the Air Conditioner off?
"Sensei, what are you doing?"
Sensei gave her a flat laugh. There was no joy.
"The ever serious Rabbit" he said, it was almost mocking "It's cold"
"Liar"
This single comment caused Sensei's façade to slip for just a second before it returned to being cold.
"Go away Miyako"
"No"
"Miyako" he raised his voice slightly.
"No" Miyako raised her voice slightly in response.
"Miyako!"
He had a very scary voice. One that Miyako had only heard come out of him once. She stepped back a bit as a natural reaction before returning.
"What are you trying to do Sensei!?" She yelled back.
'What does it look like I'm trying to do Miyako?"
"What would Saki say!?"
"Saki's not fucking here!"
His façade fully slipped now. He was now angry with Miyako.
"Saki's..." he stopped. His voice faltered. His anger had collapsed in a instant and was instead replaced with hopelessness "She isn't here anymore"
It was a quiet voice now. One filled with regret and self-hatred.
It broke Miyako's heart. It had taken her forever to break down Sensei's walls like he did hers only for him to throw them up again after the incident... now this.
"I let her die" he continued speaking "if only I had been more stubborn... if only I had pushed harder...she'd..." he trailed off.
Sensei believed that Saki's death was his fault. He believed he had failed as a Teacher... as an advisor... as a trusted confidant of Rabbit Squad. He couldn't prevent it.
No one in Rabbit Squad blamed him. Moe and Miyu didn't blame him... Miyako wouldn't dare too. Rabbit Squad knew Saki, they knew Saki would of done anything for Sensei and her squad. She may not of shown it, but she cared a lot about her friends.
Miyako walked over to Sensei and leaned into him. This simple action had caused the damn to break as Sensei began to wail into Miyako's hair.
"I'm sorry" he said as he sobbed "I'm sorry I couldn't save her...I'm sorry I failed as a teacher...I'm sorry I'm so useless"
"No one blames you Sensei" Miyako said.
All Sensei did was repeat that he was sorry, over and over and over.
Sensei was also burning up. All these layers combined with no AC and the heat was going to cause him to get a heat stroke. Miyako finally understood what Sensei was trying to do.
Sensei was trying to...
Another distressed look crossed over Miyako's face.
He was using the excessive heat as a way to go quietly. He'd be found by some other student who was worried about him after the heat died down and cause severe panic. For once, Miyako was glad she kicked the AC into gear.
"I'm useless" he now began to mutter over and over.
It was taking him over now. His mental state combined with his oncoming condition was making him delirious if he wasn't already.
"I should of died on that Tarmac Miyako"
This caught Miyako's ears.
"I should've never of been allowed to have a second chance"
This cause Miyako to look at him. His eyes still flowed tears but they were closed. His face shown pain.
"If I.... Saki would still be alive"
Miyako slapped him.
Sensei's eyes flew open and looked at the White haired Rabbit in front of him. Her eyes were a mix of Anger, sadness and worry.
"Do you ever speak like that again!"
She had yelled again. She couldn't handle listening to it anymore. Sensei had helped her and Rabbit Squad that thinking what would of happened if he never existed in the first place was painful. Losing Saki was painful enough, losing Sensei would be the final nail in the coffin for Miyako.
"You are not useless!" She yelled. Her emotions flowed out of her.
"But-"
"You're not at fault!" she wouldn't let Sensei rebuttal. He'd now lost that right "You deserved your second chance! You've help out so many people. You saved Rabbit Squad when we were down on our luck, you were a major factor in stopping the Eden Treaty Incident, you practically saved a Academy from being drown in Debt!"
Miyako took a deep breath "You're not fucking useless so stop saying that!"
Miyako was pissed.
She had every right to be pissed.
The man.... the Sensei she loved told her to her face that he wish he'd never come to Kivotos.
It hurt.
It hurt to hear such words.
Cold air had replaced the heat in the office and the room was now comfortable to be in again.
"Do you understand how selfish your being Sensei?" she asked.
Sensei didn't get a chance to respond.
"You think that by... ending your own life it would solve everything? Huh?"
Sensei looked at the girl. A shellshocked look showing in his eyes.
"It's not going to bring Saki back" Miyako's voice was quieter now "if you die, do you understand the consequence's? Do you seriously believe that your death wouldn't have any major ramifications on the lives of your students?"
Sensei said nothing.
"You seriously think that you being here hadn't affected the lives of your students? That it hasn't affected me?... Saki wouldn't of sacrificed herself if your presence didn't affect her in some positive way. Do you seriously think that by killing yourself it would please her?"
Miyako looked into the man "You'd be fucking wrong"
Sensei gave the girl a weak smile before giving a final parting as he passed out from a heat stroke of his own doing "I knew I was right to love you Miyako"
His eyes slowly closed and he collapsed out of his chair...
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A "Sensei wasn't always a good person" (Bad Ending) Side Story by SeanCityNavy Depression Archive is back on the fucking menu boys.