I am talking about both say... a 2D or 3D motion picture, or a short, where would they make the initial graphics that they use to animate, would it be in the animation program itself?
and
Same question but if they just wanted to make simple vector 2D clips, like for an ad or something more simple?
I think some programs allow the designing within the software and then allow the animation itself, but I am also reading that sometimes people use a vector software like Adobe Illustrator, and then import the graphics to a program meant for animation.
Is there someone here who can help me clarify this? My daughter really wants to get into animation but since she's only 13, she cant attend a bootcamp yet or a college for this, but I wanted to be able to get her the tools she needs to best start at least practicing.
Thank you everyone for helping a Dad trying to figure these things out!

Almost everyone is probably aware of the timeline inconsistency in Book 1 of HoC with the Fall of Pale being said to have just happened, and this not matching up with it supposedly being 1159 Burn's Sleep. What most people might not be aware of is that even if the year was 1163 it would still be an inconsistency because it would be the wrong time of the year.
In chapter 2 of GotM Tattersail tells us Pale fell in late winter:

In some military headquarters back in the Empire's capital of Unta, three thousand leagues distant, an anonymous aide would paint a red stroke across the 2nd Army on the active list, and then write in fine script beside it: Pale, late winter, the 1163rd Year of Burn's Sleep. Thus would the death of nine thousand men and women be noted. And then forgotten.

But in chapter 1 of HoC, right after Karsa has started his journey, we are told that it is late spring:

Less than a score days remained in this, the season of spring.

While in chapter 3 Torvald Nom says Pale has just fallen:

‘This is Culvern Crossing,’ the Daru went on, ‘and it’s a storm swirling with the latest news from the south. All right, a small storm, given the size of this latrine pit of a town. The scum of the Nathii, which is saying a lot. The Malazan company’s pretty excited, though. Pale’s just fallen, you see. A big battle, lots of sorcery, and Moon’s Spawn retreated-likely headed to Darujhistan, in fact. Beru take me, I wish I was there right now, watching it crossing the lake, what a sight that’d be. The company, of course, are wishing they’d been there for the battle. Idiots, but that’s soldiers for you-’

It's clear that Pale must have just fallen, and it can't be months old news that have just reached them since Torvald thinks Moon's Spawn is crossing Lake Azur in that very moment. Karsa's journey would have to have taken him nine months for it to be late spring when he set out, but be late winter when he's in Culvern Crossing. Karsa needing nine months to reach Silver Lake seems far too long.
There is also another indication that Karsa travels to Seven Cities around the time of GotM, and that is later in chapter 3 after they have entered the Nascent when the Unbound are on board the Silanda after Karsa has killed Binadas they sense they are hunted by other T'lan Imass:

‘Let us find out. Begin the preparations. Ber’ok, scatter that handful of otataral dust in the cabin-the Tiste Edur sorcerer’s warren remains open and, in this place, it will quickly become a wound… a growing wound. The time has not yet come for such unveilings.’ The speaker then lifted its mangled head and seemed to sniff the air. ‘We must work quickly,’ it announced after a moment. ‘I believe we are being hunted.’ The remaining six turned to face the speaker, who nodded in answer to their silent question. ‘Yes. There are kin upon our trail.’

I think it's a very reasonable to assume that these are the same hunters that Felisin's group encounter in chapter 9 of DG. I also think it would be weird to have these T'lan hunters roaming the Nascent for years without finding the Silanda, but them being there for a handful of months seems relatively reasonable.
Another oddity related to the timeline placement of HoC Book 1 is the age of Karsa's daughters in TtH. If we assume that Harllo is five years old in TtH as the book says, then TtH should be set during late winter 1170, since he was conceived in the middle of 1164 in MoI, and would therefore be born in 1165 and be five in 1170. If HoC book 1 is in 1159 then this would mean that Karsa's daughters should be around 10 years old, which seems far too young.
Karsa's daughters being 10 might in fact be too generous. In tGiNW we learn that Sarlis was pregnant with Rant for 2 years, and if Teblor women have equally long pregnancies then Karsa's daughters wouldn't be born before 1161, and only be 9 in TtH. If we also take the date for HoC Book 1 to be winter of 1163 based on the Fall of Pale reference, then Karsa's daughters would in fact be younger than Harrlo.
Something that many might not know is that when HoC was originally published the year given for Book 1 wasn't 1159, but 1139. I wonder if Erikson might have based the age of Karsa's daughters on the 1139 date, which would mean that they are in their late twenties in TtH, which seems much more reasonable. But this would be a very strange error to make if the 1139 date was simply a typo. Erikson should know that HoC Book 1 isn't decades before the other books, unless that was in fact the original plan and he forgot he had changed it.
I feel the type of timeline errors related to HoC Book 1 indicate that there originally was a time skip in the middle of it that was abandoned relatively late in the writing process. Erikson has said that he doesn't care overmuch about the timeline, but he also prides himself on that he doesn't put anything in a book that he doesn't feel must absolutely be there. I can't really see any purpose to the mention of the Fall of Pale except to give the reader an idea of the timeline, but this would be unnecessary since we have already been given the year and even the season earlier in the book. If there had been a time skip then Erikson feeling the need to clarify when the story is taking place would make perfect sense.
My guess is that Erikson originally planned for HoC Book 1 to start in late spring of 1139, and then have a time skip and end it in late winter of 1163. In chapter 2 Karsa gets captured by the people of Silver Lake and put in a slave pit, but he almost immediately escapes before being recaptured by Malazan soldiers. The natural place for a time skip would have been to have Karsa be a slave for 24 years before his escape attempt.
In addition to the age of Karsa's daughter making more sense in TtH, another neat thing with the part of HoC before Karsa becomes a slave being in 1139 would be that Elade Tharos would be 80 years old in tGiNW just like Karsa was 80 at the beginning of HoC, and I really like the symmetry in that. In HoC Elade Tharos is "no more than forty" when he witnesses Karsa killing his family. tGiNW is set about ten years after MBotF, which would be around 1180, roughly 40 years after 1139.
Elade Tharos's ambitions in tGiNW are exactly the same as Karsa's in chapter 1 of HoC when we learn he is 80:

And I have but just begun on this path. Newly arrived to my eightieth year of life, finally a warrior in truth. I have heard the oldest words, the whispers, of the One, who will unite the Teblor, who will bind the clans one and all and lead them into the lowlands and so begin the War of the People. These whispers, they are the voice of promise, and that voice is mine.

If Erikson in fact planned for Karsa to be enslaved for several years then why did he abandon this idea? It might be that Karsa being a slave for so long became too derivative of the Conan the Barbarian film, or it might be as simple that he felt the story flowed better without Karsa being enslaved for a long time. Or there might never have been a time skip with Karsa being enslaved, and I'm just taking crazy pills.

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1/22/2048 (military calendar)
Campsite, the former Confederacy of Daru'uie
Nevali Region, Aldrida, Alagore


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Looking past the dark horizon of the valley below, all that was seen were the crisp peaks and ridges of the Torness mighty mountains. Above the heights was the final shine of the father of all light, the yellow sun god known as Dorash. It almost seemed like his gaze was taking one last peek at the skirt of Alagore mountain peaks before finally fading to rest.
As the sun fell below the distant mountain peaks, a robust and crisp breeze swept through the valley below, bringing a sudden chill. As expected, the darkness came and got the freezing mountain cold. Everything became pitched black as the only light source came from the starlight flickering high above the dark void. That was until a new light from the campfires illuminated the camp, only so slightly not to be discovered.
The half-elf girl Fraeya Holiadon was not used to this type of cold. Being a forest noble elf who grew up in the warmth of cities, she quickly grabbed her black-white pattern cloak and pulled tightly to remain as warm as possible.
She took a long breath from the thin, chilly air and stared into the massive valley below—forests, lakes, and, in the distance, a glimpse of lights from a nearby town. Everything looked natural and wild, where civilization had struggled to conquer. A sight she rarely saw outside the city walls. She found the scenery incredible. Worth the hellish adventurer across the Torness Mountain Range.
"Stay away from the edge," a Lat said. "We don't want to be spotted."
"Alright," Fraeya replied. She looked at the Lat, surprised at how he stood, defiant of the thin air and freezing temperature. "Are you not cold?"
"Of course, I am," the last warrior said as he returned to the camp. "Living away from civilization, you grow used to such conditions."
As the soldier left, she looked at the valley one last time before heading back toward the camp.
Fraeya saw nearly a hundred soldiers huddling their campfires for warmth, gathering supplies, or standing watch within the camp. They are known as the Palatini of Orias, one of the many Republic elite units within the legionary. They were hand-picked by the Legate for this mission.
As the young girl walked past the palatini, she could see the exhaustion from their mannerisms. Many looked hungry; others tired with dark, deep black bags under their eyes. Others shaking as their bodies adjusted to the night. To her confusion, she also could see the determination within their eyes as the environment was just an annoyance toward their objective.
She wouldn't blame them for their exhaustion as she could feel most of her body sore from the non-stop marching and climbing, she had to endure to get to this point. Something that her professors left out of their classes. A part of her couldn't help but chuckle from how she once thought after graduation from the academy that she was ready to face the challenges of their world. Only now did she understand how little schooling prepared her for the real world.
"What is so funny?" Another Lat said as she passed.
When she turned to the man, she felt a slim nerve of fear that ran through her body, believing that she might have insulted them. While most of them accepted her within the platini, she could tell they saw her as a weakling over a comrade. "I am sorry. I meant no insult. I was remembering my time at the academy."
The man turned back to his friend, commenting on her inexperience.
Fraeya felt sad as this was not her first failed interaction. For the better part of a week, Orias had escorted her and her father across some of the roughest terrains on Aldrida, taking great lengths to avoid enemy forces as their orders were to keep the two elves protected at all cost. As many men had stated, it was a near miracle that they made it this far without being noticed.
From what she understood, the commanding centurion hoped to reach the base of the mountain they were on by tonight. Such delays had become the norm; they had to delay their travels because of enemy patrols. They were hiding for hours because of J'avias' patrols from one of the nearby City-States. As they adventured deeper behind enemy-occupied territory, she expected this problem to worsen.
While the Hispana Republic's detachment for the expedition could have defeated them, the legionnaire leader, Centurion Fionntan Henness, did not want to risk exposing their unit to the enemy. He feared that if the J'avias or one of their puppet races could pass a message to the Unity's regional vassal, the Verliance Aristocracy, their mission would fail, and their last hope for victory would vanish. His superiors had invested in this last-ditch effort to turn the tide of the war to risk it on a small skirmisher with fewer soldiers.
Between the dozen campfires and the dark but illuminated sky lit by their mother Tekali, this side of the mountain range had perfectly trapped the cold air, something that Fraeya Holiadon was struggling to adapt to. As a Noble Elf, she was used to the warmth of the forest and the benefits of civilization from the continent's western side. Not the chill of the alpine.
Hearing a loud howl that echoed through the mountains, clearing coming from another party elsewhere within the area, Fraeya noticed her ride panicking. She quickly rushed over and slowly approached the beast once she got close.
"There, there," Fraeya whispered to her Deerip, a four-legged beast with three horns, light brown long hair fur, and red hoofs.
Noticing that these lands unsettled the beast, a feeling she could relate to, she rubbed the side of the Derrip's neck. Slowly and calmly whispering a song to it as the beast to calm down.
Once the beast was calm, Fraeya reached into her backpack and pulled out a bundle of grass to feed it. "I understand how you feel. This place leaves an unsettling chill down my spine, too. But you need to stay calm."
"If your beast is going to cause trouble, it will be wise to let it free," Henness said as he approached.
Looking at the centurion, Fraeya replied, "he is just startled. Deerips do not usually travel these lands. He needs to get used to being here."
Henness reached into his bag, pulling out a dark red amulet. He then tossed it into a fire pit. One of the other soldiers, a pyromancy battle mage, approached the hole and ignited it with a low-level fire spell. Unlike most red and orange flames, this fire was blackish purple, a type of flame known as dark fire by the commoners.
"Half-Elf, it took us over a week to get here through this dangerous path. These mountains are very unforgiving to wandering passengers, even to the Legion. We are deep behind enemy lines with no support. If Kallam vassals discover us, we will be slaughtered without mercy."
"That is if we are lucky," a Lat said as he sat beside the Dark Fire. "I heard stories of what happens to the prisoners that are handed over to them. I wouldn't subject my worst enemy to such a fate. Especially if a little girl got us caught."
Feeling frustrated and hearing the disrespect from the man's tone, she wanted to march over and warn Henness. While Lats could be civil and possess a strong warrior spirit, she is always surprised by how stubborn they could be.
"What is your issue, Lat? Fraeya asked. "I understand the risks. My father has been studying for this mission longer than you have been alive. I know what is at stake. This legend is our only hope in stopping them."
"Hope?" Henness asked while being unfazed by the young elf's aggressiveness. "The only reason the Legate sponsored this insane mission was that your father already got funds from a Kitsune archivist guild with a questionable reputation. They wanted to eliminate your father to focus on winning the war. They cannot afford to chase fairytales from time immemorial."
"Insane mission?" Fraeya boldly stated. "This quest is not insane, you…, damn Lat! It is the answer! We all know we cannot win the war. They are just too strong. I cannot believe how you, of all people, your kind, should believe in this."
"It is a fool's quest, Fraeya," Henness replied calmly, showing his military discipline. "Look at what we are doing." Allowing himself to collect his thoughts, he sat by the Dark Fire. "We are looking for an ancient relic, a Lat-Orc folktale that allows you to travel to another world. Hundreds of sages like your father have looked for this and other relics over the centuries. Even your father was proven wrong on this subject. There is a reason why the Guilds and his own people disowned his research."
The legend of an ancient relic from a lost age was an everyday fairytale throughout the continent of Aldrida. A Bridge that connected Alagore to the world known as Altaerrie. Her father discovered that each species and civilization had their own version of the legend over the millenniums. While the tales had many different versions, they all had the core idea - that all life was brought here by the Goddess Tekali.
In this quest to validate the legend, her father, Raegel Holiadon, dedicated his life to validating the myth and the truth of their people's past. While she did not know why her father was so passionate about searching for this truth, she knew that he believed it was the most crucial mystery of Alagore.
Considered a joke from the magical and sage guilds, Fraeya's father, Raegel Holiadon, was forced to conduct his research in isolation. Dozens of sages before him have searched for the truth and failed, falling into the same ousted fake from civilization. No one believed that this time would be any different. Because of his tenacity, he was banished to the fringes of the world to prove his theories. It was not until the Unity invaded Aldrida that he brought renewed interest to his work, not because of recent discoveries or because they suddenly believed in the legend but out of desperation to survive.
"It is different this time," Fraeya said. "If we could tale the sphere and-."
Henness cut Fraeya off, saying, "I am too tired to debate this right now. All that matters is that my Palatini was ordered to escort your party through these lands. I and the rest of my people will follow those orders to the end; I guarantee that. You shall not have to worry about our duty. I just hope this fool quest does not result in the death of my men."
Fraeya felt a deep urge to defend her father's work. As she approached, a Noble Elf stopped her, her father.
"Do not let your emotions get out of control," Raegel said.
"He called me a Half-Elf," Fraeya frustratedly replied. "And he insults my Deerip and questions your life's work."
"I know, I know, now let it go," Raegel said as he calmed his daughter. "It has been a long journey for all of us. Everyone is tired and is on nerve. Do not let an off comment grow into a wild vine."
She was hearing the wisdom from her father; she took a deep breath to calm her nerves, placing her hands together to relieve stress. The journey was long after leaving the great Hispana fortress of Nervia Glevensium. Unable to take the main highway between regions, crossing the Alps was the only way. Bypassing many Unity air patrols, Cities that pledge loyalty toward Kallem, and rouge monster hordes, she realized that her father was correct. "Okay, Father."
Seeing the warm smile from Fraeya's father, she followed him to their tent. Once settled, she wrapped herself in a blanket and sat by the fire.
She watched her father place one of those dark red amulets into a fire pit; that same battle mage shortly approached and activated it with the same low-level spell, igniting the amulet into Dark Fire. Unlike the natural red fire or the other magical types like green and blue, dark fire is used by soldiers and travelers to provide a heat source at night without attracting unwelcome guests. According to the sages, Dark Fire does not illuminate as brightly, so heat-seeking creatures and constructs cannot see the flames from distances. Perfect for behind-enemy-lines missions like this. However, it provided some warmth but could never match the red flame's natural heat.
Finally feeling some warmth, or at least as Fraeya's body wanted to believe, she turned to her father and asked, "Do you think this time it will work? Can we find this Bridge?"
"I know we will," Raegel replied as he checked their supplies. "I know that Lats can be a handful, trust me. I have been around them since my exile, but Henness is correct to be skeptical. You must understand normally that only a fool would undertake such a mission. A fool that I proved to be once or twice in my lifetime." He said with some laughter. Seeing a smile from his daughter, he continued, "But this time, it will be different."
Holding the blanket tight, Fraeya shook her head. "I don't understand, though. It is their people's legend, their story. Why wouldn't they be supportive of our mission? Especially if it is our last hope to stop the Unity."
"I am not a military man," Raegel said. "I never learned the art of war but put yourself in his boots. While you were at the academy and I conducted my research, these men have been fighting this war. Imagine all the battles, all the deaths of fallen brothers that they have witnessed time and time again. Last hopes are poison for soldiers, who have lost no matter what they do. It is their fault that the war has gone this badly, or at least I assume that is how they feel."
"But the legends," Fraeya stated again.
"Soldiers do not wage war based on legends," Raegel said. "While we believe in the legend, that does not mean they do. Thousands of years have passed and that is why they call them legends in the first place, my dear. Think about all our fellow elves' tales we have, and how many of our kind believe in them?"
Reflecting on what her father had said, she knew her people had many stories. Being one of the oldest civilizations on Aldrida, they have stories relating to dozens of topics, returning to orlilla. One of her favorite legends was how her kind were once flowers that sprouted legs. Some say that this was why the Noble race was so beautiful.
"You think that orb you found is the key to everything?" Fraeya said.
"I do," Raegel said. "Everything I have invested in up to this point has pointed to this moment. Whoever hid the Bridge did so to never be discovered by anyone. They hide it with magic beyond our means. That is why no one has ever found any trace of it. They were missing one piece of the puzzle, that orb."
Thrilled to see her father excited again, Fraeya cannot wait to see his dream finally coming to life. After all these decades of researching and traveling across the world to search for any clue, he eventually will be able to prove his life work was correct. He had toured Alagore for centuries, looking for clues, relics, ruins, and anything from the old era. A life work proved worthwhile.
As Fraeya stared at the Dark Fire, she asked, "What do you think this other world will be like?"
“I have no idea,” Raegel said. "I believe that this other world will be like ours. If the historical archives at Allsari and stories of old are true, then it is the world of the Lats…, Altaerrie."

"Hello, Potion Seller, I am going into battle and I want your strongest potions." "My potions are too strong for you, traveler." "Potion Seller, I tell you I am going into battle, and I want only your strongest potions." "You can't handle my potions. They're too strong for you." "Potion Seller, listen to me; I want only your strongest potions." "My potions would kill you, traveler. You cannot handle my potions." "Potion Seller, enough of these games. I'm going into battle and I need your strongest potions." "My strongest potions would kill you, traveler. You can't handle my strongest potions. You'd better go to a seller that sells weaker potions." "Potion Seller, I'm telling you right now; I'm going into battle and I need only your strongest potions." "You don't know what you ask, traveler. My strongest potions will kill a dragon let alone a man. You need a seller that sells weaker potions, because my potions are too strong." "Potion Seller, I'm telling you I need your strongest potions. I'm going into battle! I'm going to battle and I need your strongest potions!" "You can't handle my strongest potions! No one can! My strongest potions are fit for a beast let alone a man." "Potion Seller, what do I have to tell you to get your potions? Why won't you trust me with your strongest potions, Potion Seller? I need them if I'm to be successful in the battle!" "I can't give you my strongest potions because my strongest potions are only for the strongest beings and you are of the weakest." "Well then that's it, Potion Seller. I'll go elsewhere. I'll go elsewhere for my potions." "That's what you'd better do." "I'll go elsewhere for my potions and I'll never come back!" "Good. You're not welcome here! My potions are only for the strongest and you're clearly are not of the strongest you're clearly the weakest." "You've had your say, Potion Seller but I'll have mine. You're a rascal, you're a rascal with no respect for knights. No respect anything...except your potions!" "Why respect knights...when my potions can do anything that you can..."
Idk might be funny to include

I'm new to enneagrams so I haven't quite learned what to do with my self-diagnosis yet. The following may sound infantile but I'm truly trying to be open (which is hard) in the pursuit of understanding (lol).
I've historically been bad at setting boundaries and the boundaries around my time and energy are some of the few things I understand. I think boundaries are good. I don't want to let go of the few that I understand. But yes, I'm constantly stressed about how little time I have and at this point I don't socialize much. I thought this is normal for most adults but maybe not. Regardless, I am struggling to process my "hoarding of my time" as avarice. I work more than a 3rd of my time. I sleep (or should) another 3rd. The last 3rd is significantly chewed up with trying to be a human being by showering, actually cooking food, remembering to do maintenance on my car, blah blah blah. And by the end of the day, I'm so drained, even if I have an hour to myself, it's not a satisfying hour. Jeez, and I don't even have kids.
I guess what I'm saying is that I feel the stress of not having enough time is real. Like I can tell myself to fight against this mentality, but that feels like such cognitive dissonance, I can't really internalize it.
I guess I'm hoping someone can either call me out and/or explain how to meaningfully get myself out of this mindset other than just "don't think that way". It's gotten so bad that even when I take "vacation" to see my family (who I love), it feels like an obligation and like its just another thing taking away my time. I don't want to feel that way.

Artemis had finally decided to pitch in. And he was definitely excited to share his musical talents with everyone.
He'd spent the entire afternoon and some early evening setting today's campfire up, and he was proud. There were lanterns nicely strewn throughout the area and he had a large large collection of treats of both savory and sweet sitting on a table nearby, the table next to it covered with marshmallow ingredients and sticks.
He'd decided not only to bring his guitar, but also the large bag of eucalyptus leaves He'd gotten from his recent trip to Australia, and a cone shaped sea shell. As he sat near the well lit fire, He strummed his guitar, going through song after song. First Riptide by Vance Joy, then a random Guns N' Roses song, and then I'll Be Good by Jaymes Young, and the list continues. Artemis found himself lost in the music, just like he did when he listened to the music of the wind. If someone were to compare him to a Disney princess, the first name they'd say would be Pocahontas. He has the same freespirit and open mind that she has, so he does agree with them. But tonight is about togetherness, so he hopes that his fellow campers will lose themselves in his music as well.

Some of you didn't understand my previous post
https://www.reddit.com/RocketLeague/s/UoPTTy2omS
I was saying smurfs are everywhere and it seems to be worse at some times of the day.
All I'm saying is if the stat "1 in 8 rocket league players are smurfs" that means in 50% of your 2s games on average are gonna have a smurf in the game your team or their team. In a game of 3s you have 75% chance of a smurf in the game. In reality I feel like there is just times of the day where if your not a smurf you can't play and it's just random.
All I'm saying is can we realise how bad this has gotten and maybe as a community we could come together and stop smurfing?

Can that happen? I've been treating this as psychosis for the longest time, and my psych thinks it is too, but maybe I misrepresented my symptoms to her.
Some examples of my delusions: I'm in a simulation, I'm being watched by two supernatural humanoid creatures made of shadows that I saw once in a vision, not a hallucination, I'm locked up in a hospital and this whole life is fake, I traveled back in time to fix something horrible that will happen.
The only other thing it could be is intrusive thoughts, but I find them too detailed and "creative", while at the same time not thinking I have "enough" symptoms to have psychosis.
Right now, I feel like I have to figure out what these memories that randomly resurfaced have in common so I can figure out what it was that I went back in time to fix because I didn't retain the memories of the future. And that sounds totally out of it but I still can't be sure if I don't hallucinate.

As the title says, I'm looking for good Stranger Things bots and bots creator to roleplay, like max Mayfield or Eleven if you watched the series, Thanks in advance!

Let me start by saying this is okay for use on the pod and shout out to Jesse I hope youv’e been enjoying my photoshop edits.
Let me start this story with some backstory, back in 2011 we had some major family drama between my moms family and her sisters/my aunts family that I don’t really wanna get into on here. Needless to say once the drama was settled both families never saw really eachother again. My mom’s sistemy aunt who’s family we had the drama with sadly passed away last year due to lung cancer and her and my mom never made up. my moms other sister my auntie EM ((that’s not her real name that’s just her nickname she asked us to call her cause she loves the wizard of OZ)) that lives in Washington who was a neutral party in the family drama was gifted my aunts dining room table when she came out for the service ((which mom was made clear she was not invited to)) Unsure of how to get it back to Washington my Auntie EM decided to leave it at our house and we switched it with our dining room table for now. Ever since we got this table in our house I’ve felt uncomfortable I’m pretty sure my deceased aunt is haunting us, within the first few days of having it I experienced objects moving on their own. I was setting up my computer in my basement and left my computer and put the charging cord down on top of my computer to go do something else for just a second I never left tand when I came back the cord was wrapped around a chair on the other side of the room from where I put it down, I never left the basement I was gone for a sec so if SOMONE came down and moved it I would have heard them. Other than that the only other bizzare thing to happen was one night I had an extremely vivid nightmare where I was lying in bed I couldn’t move and my bed sheets were attacking me after a few seconds I could move and I put my head on my pillow as I heard running sounds before being jumpscared by the face of my dead aunts zombified corpse after which I woke up in a cold sweat. Mostly I’ve been experiencing your normal haunting shenanigans hearing the front door open and close when I’m home alone calling out to see if anyone’s there and having no response and the feeling of being watched.
Anyway that’s all I hope you guys have a chill day.

I can sometimes be unintentionally pushy with the things I want because of the impulsivity I have and wanting things to go the way I pictured them in my head. This causes arguments with my boyfriend because he’s stubborn and likes to do things his way. I try not to push but sometimes find myself doing it without meaning to. During our arguments he says things like I can act childish, I don’t understand certain things, gets mad that I don’t understand some of his cues, or don’t understand something the first time he explains it. This gets him frustrated and yelling because he feels like I push him to that. I don’t know what to do or how to stop myself from pushing too hard. I just would like to know if anyone relates or has any advice.

Throwaway account because I kind of feel like discussions here can get heated and I need a level of detachment to how personal it can feel. I've had my male green cheek conure since about 2018. I've never really considered myself a bird expert, but I like to think that my little dude has had a good life with me so far. That is until I would say here in the last month. Lately I have noticed that he's just become so angry. The big one I have noticed is he masterbates. Like, a lot. I have tried rearranging his cage and removing the toys that he seems to really want to rub on, but even while his cage was almost bare he would just rub himself on his perches. I have been home a lot because I had to go through chemo for breast cancer treatments so I have him out of his cage. He will fly around a bit until he comes to see me. He honestly depends on me for most of his entertainment. Doesn't have a super big interest in actually playing with toys. It seems like if I'm not interacting with him he just wants to go back into his cage, keep a bit more to himself and rub on the things inside of it. I haven't changed his food, I have gotten him new toys to try, interactive things and stuff that are okay to chew. He has started molting and I know that will make them grumpy. But wow, I haven't experienced something like this. He bit me so bad the other day that he drew blood. I actually moved him from a quilt he was trying to chew on and after I set him down he straight up lunged for me. I was shocked, but I didn't get bit. But I was feeding him some blue berries and went to have him step up and wow, he nailed me. Now I've got a bite on my other finger where he drew blood. I'm quite emotional just because I feel like there's something I'm doing so wrong here but I can't possibly figure it out. Is there anything that I could be doing here to get him out of this behavior? What is he trying to communicate? I almost am afraid to handle him right now and I know that will do more harm than good. I just want to have a happy bird that wants to play and hang out with me again.

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92 Hours After the First Round of Interloper Interrogations. UNAFS Perseverance (HSR) - Shuttlecraft - 01. En Route to the New Lorisa Forests LZ.
Lysara
“Touching down in ten seconds.” I announced, my voice emanating from the encounter suit’s speakers in a language that, until just days ago, was an enigma.
Yet in a matter of days, this deceptively simple translation suite, a triumph of xenolinguistics, was now able to match my tone perhaps better than ever before.
Which explained exactly why Evina had responded in the way that she did. “Nervous, Lysara?” She offered in a snide, yet well-meaning jab.
I didn’t respond, not yet at least, as the last five minutes on approach were more often than not the most dangerous aspects of aeronautics; that much I learned from the pilots and armed service members I worked with over the years.
It was only after we’d touched down, and the final safety checks were complete, that I finally turned towards Evina. “I would be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t at least a little bit unnerved about this whole situation.” I offered, gesturing towards the back of the shuttle, as the both of us unbuckled and left our seats. The whole mission was already memorized in our minds as we’d already run through every plan and backup plan we had over the entirety of the flight time down here. “And to be quite frank, I’m surprised you’re taking this whole thing so incredibly well.” I continued, going through the final checklists on the deployment of this platoon’s worth of combat drones as I did so.
“I think we’ve long since sailed past the point of no return the moment you told me that there was an intergalactic, eons-long war going on, Lysara.” The felinor offered with a shrug. “A bunker with potential ties with that aforementioned malevolent cosmic entity is nothing compared to that bombshell.”
“I’d have assumed that the nature of the bunker, and this mission being issued by said interloper, would’ve been the sticking point here.” I offered, genuinely curious as to the nonchalant attitude projected by the felinor.
“Eh. When you’ve lived in the wastes for this long, you’re bound to have heard the whole ‘the aliens did it’ conspiracy more often than you’d like. Now I’m not saying I believe every wastelander with a conspiracy theory… but I can’t admit the fact that the bunker has always been something that radiates a really weird aura about it. I mean, compared to literally everything else out there in the wastes? It exists in almost this time capsule of complete isolation. The beasts that roam the area, preying on anyone that gets close, don’t really help out much in that whole weird vibe either. So yeah, ever since my first iteration tried to drill her way into it, Far-Reach Point has been a point of great mystery amongst the survivors of the waste. Which lends itself really well to the possibility that your alien enemies could actually be behind it.” Evina shrugged once more, before adding a cheeky self deprecating comment. “The fact that it’s been broadcasting all this time should also be a dead giveaway to be honest. Because you definitely won’t see anything felinor-made still functional without constant maintenance after a few years into its lifespan.”
I chuckled at that statement, if only because it seemed to be made in genuine jest. “Well, we can’t say for certain that interloper tech is involved in its construction. What we do know is that the interloper has some vested interest in the facility.” I shot back, attempting to temper the felinor’s expectations and keeping everything to the limited facts we had on hand. “Or more specifically, the individual living within it.”
“And you got all of that just by putting two and two together huh? Your mission to find this person-of-interest, and the weird anomaly that is this signal station.” The felinor shot back with a disquietingly critical stare.
“It’s our one and only lead.” I shrugged. “It’s either that, or we comb through every living felinor on this planet. So in light of this massive lead, my hypothesis is that our person-of-interest, is in fact, somewhere within that facility.”
“Eh.” Evina once more shrugged. “A better conspiracy theory than the nutjobs. Or rather, good enough that I’d buy it.” She grinned, baring her teeth in the process which, at this point, I’d become accustomed to. If anything, it was after hours of ‘cat videos’, as Vir called them; that I finally started to become accustomed to these fangy grins. Moreover, it was becoming a point of endearment more than anything.
“In any case, drones are online and ready to go.” I continued, moving the conversation out of speculation and back into action, as the rear of the shuttle opened to a charred and lifeless forest floor.
“Man, Vir really did a number to this place, didn't he?” Evina whistled out.
“I… do apologize for all of the collateral damage we’ve incurred on your world-”
“Are you kidding me?!” The felinor interjected with a devious grin. “I hate forests! Heck, maybe it’s a carry-over from my perpetually-indoors first iteration, but forests have always been a place of danger and death lurking over every corner! So yeah, nah, don’t worry about it. If anything, Vir did us a favor by doing this; so be sure to like… let’s make sure to grab him a souvenir or something when we come back.”
The felinor’s frankly erratic behavior worried me sometimes.
But then again, this was to be expected given the nature of cultural barriers. As such, I simply ‘smiled’ back a smile of my own, bearing my blunt teeth as best as I could. “Noted, Evina.”
It was around that point where Evina finally donned her helmet, clasping it into place as she began testing the communications suite with surprisingly little difficult.
“Alright. Can you still hear me through this thing?”
“Loud and clear, Evina.” I nodded.
“Right, let’s get this party started.”

92 Hours After the First Round of Interloper Interrogations. New Lorisa Forests LZ, En Route to the Signal Station (Far-Reach Point).
Evina
We were parked approximately seven hundred or so meters from the signal station.
Though that distance was measured from point to point, and definitely didn’t account for the obstacles and terrain that stretched from here to the station.
Despite that, and what my memories had warned me was a treacherous trek through dense and uncompromising foliage, the world outside was now anything but.
However, despite the constant mission briefs and the logical part of my brain telling me that what awaited outside was nothing like my prior iterations recalled… the power of several lifetimes were just too powerful to overcome.
That was, until the exit ramp opened, and I saw the flattened devastation that awaited me. The charred forest, and the open landscape, quickly sent any doubts incurred by my prior iterations back to whence they came from.
So with one of the greatest obstacles out of the way, and the raw and unbridled power of human-driven alien technologies at our disposal, our deployment out of the shuttle and into the forest was a piece of cake.
More than that, I now had front row seats to the shock and uncompromising efficiency of automated combat.
Needless to say, I was more than happy to be on the other side of the barrel when it came to this engagement.
Four distinct squads of robots formed up and ran out of the back of the shuttle, forming into cohesive units comprised of ten or so felinoid bots, accompanied by a whole host of flying, crawling, slithering, and galloping machines that secured the perimeter for us within a matter of seconds.
Upon a single urging from Lysara, we walked out, flanked on all sides by a remaining detachment of bots, consisting of five felinoid units and a flight of five more drones.
For the first time in any of my prior iteration’s lifetimes, I finally felt like I was on the winning side.
It was a good feeling.
And one I hoped continued as we made our leisurely march through the decimated forests and up towards the station.
The whole scene was just so… jarring.
Especially as memory after memory came to the forefront of those trials and tribulations from the lives of my first, second, and third iterations that had all made this trek several times over.
The massive tileroot tree that dominated the area next to the station… was now just gone. The same could be said for the thick pipewood vines that obstructed the path every couple of steps, and even the earltail moss that kept growing thicker and thicker on the front entrance of the bunker.
Most importantly, the air around me was now silent and still, interrupted only by the near-silent whirrs from the robots and the crunching of ashen foliage beneath our boots.
This was perhaps the first time in my life I actually enjoyed the devastation, a thought that was both ironic as it was troubling.
Regardless, we eventually made our way to the front of the facility in a staggering seven minutes; arriving in front of a circular door with gear-like cogs that were sunken into the facility itself.
“So… why didn’t you try blasting through the walls or the other surfaces of the facility?” I inquired bluntly, pointing at parts of the facility that weren't built into the hillside.
“Countermeasures.” Lysara responded, his voice resonating into my ears, a weird and alien sensation that still sent shivers down my spine. “Our scans were incapable of determining the detailed makeup of what was inside. And as a result, we have the be on the lookout for potential countermeasures against unauthorized entry. In addition, given the fact the facility still has enough power to maintain that broadcast, we can be certain that we not only have to worry about passive countermeasures, but active ones as well.”
“Makes sense.” I nodded. “Is this why you wanted my expertise to begin with? In the hopes that I might have some intel on this place?”
“Correct.” Lysara nodded.
“Well thankfully, you’re in luck.” I responded with a cocky grin, pointing towards a not-so-insignificantly sized hole drilled into one of the door’s massive cog-like edges. “Like I told you in the briefing, my first iteration had tried her hand at breaking into this place. It didn’t work out, obviously, but she did have some theories as to how the whole door system works.” I began walking towards the hole, as a flood of memories from my first iteration slammed into me hard. “So, just beyond this hole should be an emergency release mechanism. Apparently most fallout shelter doors have this as a failsafe or something; accessible only from the inside but capable of being accessed from the outside if you're willing to dig through twenty or so meters of solid metal and rock. This is the mechanism I’m talking about here, so not actually the door itself. My memory’s a bit fuzzy on the specifics but… I’m sure that if we drill deeper into that, angling the hole sideways so we don’t actually go through the door itself, we should hit a mechanism that can be manipulated. Now if you have some fiber optic camera wire and a master lockpick or something, I’m sure you can do it in a few days. But considering we have the power of artificial intelligence on our side… I’m sure we can do it in five minutes.”
That vote of confidence for Vir was rewarded with a ping and a notification in front of my visual field. The existence of a HUD was again, just as jarring as literally everything else right now.
With a heavy breath from Lysara, who at this point was scanning the hole with a whole host of scientific instruments, I received my answer as to how it was we were going to proceed. “One of the bots can be repurposed as a multipurpose drone.” He gestured towards a combat bot that was quickly switching from its main weapon, to what looked to be a seriously well-kitted out multitool kit masquerading as a hand. “We should be able to bore through this in about five minutes, from there… I’ll switch things over to Vir, and I’m sure we’ll be inside that bunker in under fifteen.”
The confidence was palpable in Lysara’s voice, giving me hope that today was the day that the burning curiosity in my first iteration’s memories would finally be addressed.
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My (30F, AP) boyfriend (40M, FA) and I broke up a few days ago. He told me he was FA from the start, and that he had sabotaged relationships before by ruminating on doubts. He actually hadn't had a real relationship for over ten years when I met him. These were red flags, but once we hit the six month mark I started to assume he really had become secure.
A little over a year in, though, he started a conversation where he brought up a bunch of issues that he'd never talked to me about before, saying he thought we were just incompatible. I told him it made no sense to break up when we hadn't tried to work on the issues (e.g. he wanted to do new things more often, felt I was leaning on him too much in my anxious moments). He seemed to rethink things, and even seemed optimistic by the time we were done talking about it, so I thought even though the pattern was coming up, there was hope.
This started a cycle of about three months, where we'd be fine for a few weeks and then he'd come out with increasingly strong doubts. The thing that kept me going was, he always seemed satisfied to keep trying at the end of these conversations, and it would be the smallest considerations I'd bring up that would change his mind. I even paid for a month of couple's therapy because it seemed like things were so up in the air. The only thing was, whenever I brought up the fact that he'd told me he was FA, he always said that his doubts didn't have anything to do with that--even though it was a clear pattern from what he'd told me.
Finally, it happened. I precipitated it, because he had finally just started telling me the spark was gone and that he "knew it would never come back." I felt like I had tried everything, and when I told him the spark is just hormones he didn't listen. Finally I asked him to think through his long term relationship goals and values, and let me know if we should go no contact. He got back to me a week later and said he still wanted to break up.
I'm heartbroken because I could really see the two parts of him fighting each other, but it seemed like he didn't have self-awareness about it the way he'd seemed to at the beginning. From how he talked at the start, it seemed like all I would have to do is call his attention to his FA attachment and we could work on things. Instead, I'm glad I fought for the relationship, but it's so tragic that I wasn't able to succeed. Any words of support would be appreciated at this time.

I am not a stranger to red flags but I want to ask for some advice. My (22F) gf gives out her snapchat to many men. I (39M) am not a jealous man but she posts some cute selfies on her snapchat. I sat down with her and explained why this is not appropriate behavior and ask that it stopped. She stopped mostly however she has an abundant supply of nude pictures on her camera roll on snap. I asked her and she said it was for herself. I am no dummy and she admitted to selling nude photos in the distant past. I don’t see any cash in her account but I have not really dug into her finances either. We live together and have a boy. She does activity talk to other men. I have healthy boundaries but she does have a history of lying about silly things. Says she lied because I would react poorly. Not accurate and I explained I would leave if the lying continues. My concern is this, Is someone like that capable of loyalty and commitment?

Hi all,
I hope this is the correct post for this.
TLDR: What kinds of medications have you personally tried that have WORKED/helped your anxiety to the point where you can live comfortably? Should I try Benzodiazepines? I'm just so lost and at my wits end with myself, and I just need some help.
My name is Maddi, I am 26 and I have bipolar 2, major depressive disorder, and severe anxiety. My bipolar and depression are being managed by medication I am already on (Lamictal 200mg, Abilify 15mg, Seroquel 100mg x2 daily, and Seroquel ER 200mg once daily for insomnia) (Seems like a lot to me, to be honest) However, my anxiety has been SEVERE and has caused me to quit jobs because I was so physically sick I would be sent down into a huge panic attack, sobbing, cant breathe, inconsolable, just a mess, and it would make me vomit and retch for hours on end, no matter how comfortable at my job I am, I still get very severe anxiety, I would take a Zofran or ondansetron for it, but it would still persist. I have been prescribed every SSRI, SSNRI, and anti-anxiety medication, (when I say every, I mean I could literally make you a laundry list of all the medications I have been on since the age of 15, but its so long, lets not) Its easily over 15 different kinds. We have also tried Clonazepam with NO EFFECT whatsoever. We've tried upping it, nothing works, if anything it heightened my anxiety and energy. I do smoke THC in hopes that it helps my anxiety, and it does lower it a SLIGHT BIT, but I still get physically ill and cannot do that at work obviously. But, alas, nothing has really worked to manage the anxiety. I'm not asking for something that will completely take it away, but I need something that will make it more manageable, my Dr. says I have a dysregulated nervous system, so things don't always work how they are intend to. What my doctor is worried about, and what I am kind of worried about, is the tolerance build up, and addiction runs in my family. I am very self aware, and understand those types of pills can lead down that road, but I am smarter than that, To add, I am in therapy, and go every 2 weeks for an hour long session, I do have coping skills I am implementing, but when you get to the point where your physically sick and inconsolable, it's really difficult to implement those things, and they don't work, it's just the anxiety ruling my life. My therapist thinks I should reschedule to see my Dr. sooner so we can discuss, but I was just wondering what y'alls experience has been and some advice.
Should I try benzodiazepines? Would it be worth looking into?
Thank you all in advance <3

Hey guys, this is a throwaway. Me(28F) and my bestfriend (28M) are in a very entangles and complicated situation. We know eachother for more than 7 years. Just wanted to ask some opinions as im not quite sure on what to do or how to deal with this situation. I have developed feelings for my bestfriend a while ago, initially we decided just to sleep with eachother as fwb. All nice and dandy, i told him since the beggining that i have feelings for him and we both decided thats is best for us to continue as just friends. Few months after this convo we ended sleeping again together by accident. We kept sleeping with eachother as favours and a way to release some stress. Pretty much nothing has changed between us until a year and half ago. He became more caring towards me, likewise, went on vacations together, pay for things together, help eachother out at any given moment, support eachother and tell off eachother when either of us fucks up, we fight, talk and overall we are eachothers support. We both been through shit, failed marriage, abuse etc etc. The thing is we do all the couple things, yet he says he has no feelings towards me, but he hates when sees someone hitting on me(same applies to me). We have been exculsive with eachother for the past few years, even talked about having a baby after few pregnancy scares. I am just wondering what the actual fuck is going through his mind as he is very avoidant in this matter of talking things out, any other subject we talk openly, this he avoids with all his might. Most of the time i can figure whatever goes through his head just by looking st him, though i am not sure how to deal with this. He acts like he has feelings, but says the contrary. It is driving me insane at the moment and i dont know what to do as i have never been in a situation like this. TIA

I miss being forced to travel and explore. I miss finding 3 to 5 different parts, each having their own quality to craft a firearm.
Now I just craft an autoshotgun or whatever when I can.
I'm not saying I dislike the changes over the years, but I find the loop of " go to trader, go to poi, loot it, reset via quest, loot again, return to trader in same city and never leave." To be boring.
Anyone have idea if there are mods that can switch things up a bit? I do like the skill tree changes and such, and I do like the trader and 99% of the rest of the updates. I just miss that feel of being forced to explore. I wish we had more options on assembling guns for every tier.
Anyway, thank you for listening. Maybe I am just being nostalgic for the excitement of finding a 400 quality cylinder and stuff.

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