“We’re a meat family,” my dad would proudly tell strangers. He’d wait for the quizzical look, then launch into detail, starting with how many freezers we had, how long we could sustain ourselves on the contents. It was just his way of starting a conversation, which made sense when you considered that raising and home-killing animals for food was, for want of a better term, his life-long hobby. His prize possession was one of those industrial-sized vacuum sealers: you could put half a pig inside and wrap it in plastic so tightly that every wrinkle and skin fold waxed unreal with shiny detail.
If we hadn’t lived in a rural area, albeit semi-urbanised, I guess it would have been pretty weird. But the mostly farming-stock locals only found his extra enthusiasm a little bit odd.
When he wasn’t being a bit embarrassing talking about it, I never really paid much heed to his hobby. I had a child’s vaguely grateful awareness that though our family went through some lean financial times, our stomachs never suffered like some of the families around us. All the beef, pork, ham and bacon in those big old chest freezers passed down from his dad really could have fed us for years.
I should preface all this by saying that I wasn’t a particularly bright kid, though neither was I dumb. I didn’t fail badly at anything in school, I just never achieved beyond a pass. I didn’t know it yet back then, still quietly dreaming about being a ballet star or a dressage champion, but mediocrity was my destiny. And I think that’s why I got on so well with my Aunt Liz.
Liz was my dad’s live-in youngest sister. She was one of those women who get described as ‘bubbly’ — not really pretty, not really smart, not a lot going on besides just being… well, all Liz. But she was salt of the earth; kind, caring, and great with kids. She was the only person who would willingly mind my two older brothers, who fought like hellcats and caused more trouble than the whole last generation of my family combined. People would privately lament to my parents that it was a shame Liz didn’t have kids of her own, but dad would just shake his head and say Liz liked it that way – that all the fun of looking after kids is being able to give them back to their parents.
I guess she was like me; nice, but mediocre. Lovely, but somehow forgettable when she wasn’t doing something for you.
But when Liz left us, I couldn’t forget her.
In hindsight, it was pretty weird timing that we had a big fortieth birthday party for Liz right before she disappeared. She was radiant that night; she’d hired a local girl to do her hair and makeup, and it was honestly the first time I’d ever seen her look pretty. She’d even worn a push-up bra under a tight red dress, which flattered her very plump curves well enough that the neighbour’s farmhand was spotted disappearing into the woolshed with her for a snog. In my dawning awareness, that gave a plain girl hope: if Aunty Liz could get a guy at forty, maybe things would turn out okay for me.
Anyway, I couldn’t forget how her pink cheeks, her eyes, her whole self, glowed that night before Liz went to bed. She said it was the best birthday ever, and that she was very much looking forward to the next stage of her life.
Would I have done anything different, if I had known? If I had realised what, exactly, that next stage was?
The week after the party, Aunt Liz said she was going on a little holiday up north, to visit some old school friends. She packed her things – she didn’t honestly have that many – and drove her little orange mini out onto the main road. And with a wave of one fleshy hand, she was gone. Nobody really thought much of it when she didn’t call, because nobody rural had cellphones back then. And Liz was, as I said, somehow kinda forgettable when she wasn’t right in front of you.
When we hadn’t had contact for six weeks, Dad tracked down the land line numbers for their old school buddies. They were surprised to hear from him — Liz had never arrived, so they had just assumed she’d cancelled her visit. No-one had thought to check. I eavesdropped on the conversation, and it sounded for all the world like *they* had forgotten about Aunt Liz, too.
From there it became a missing person case. The local cops came and talked to all of us; the farmhand who’d been seen snogging her was briefly detained, then let go, dad got grilled at length, even my hellion brothers were questioned thoroughly to see if this was one of their wild and dangerous pranks gone wrong.
But everything was a dead end. Nobody knew where Liz was, or what had happened to her.
The remains of her old mini were found halfway across the country, burned out on a beach, on a derelict stretch of ragged, rocky coastline. The police assumed murder and combed the area for remains. But even the most expert divers couldn’t conquer the incredible undertow and fast-shifting seabed of that coastline to look for evidence, so none was forthcoming.
Eventually the cops collectively shrugged and said that there was really nothing more they could do unless more information suddenly came to light. The locals knew nothing, no witnesses had come forward, and the trail was cold. As far as anyone knew, poor aunt Liz had been murdered on some desolate beach, far away from her home.
It didn’t feel fair to me. She’d once mentioned wanting her remains buried on our farm, in the graveyard plot beside grandma and grandad.
So, in my grief, I went into her room to look for something of hers to bury beside them.
Like I said, Liz didn’t have many things. Her room was pretty spartan, and her wardrobe was mostly sensible farm stuff. There was one exception: she, like me, did like to read, and she had a pretty good collection of well-thumbed books. I think it’s the escapism – even the most mediocre girl can lose herself in the plot of some trashy romance novel, imagine there’s still hope of being swept off her feet by that handsome stableboy, his inexplicable yearning for chubby plain girls.
So I set myself the task of going through the books, to find the right one to bury in the graveyard plot.
Most of them were exactly what you’d expect, but some of them were racier than I was used to. I felt various parts of my body flushing and tingling, as I read breathless prose about calloused hands touching the softest flesh of the protagonist. Okay, if I’m honest with myself, I might have got a little *too* invested in my project at that point. But that was also why I persisted going through her entire collection, until I found the ragged paperback from 1970, entitled Tawny Sands. And inside that trashy cardboard romance cover, I discovered not the tale of Tawny Sands, but some carefully hand-cut, stitched-in pages. A handwritten story in my Aunt’s rounded penmanship: Memoirs of a Long Pig.
I read her story twice in a row, utterly gripped.
Aunt Liz was no Stephen King – heck, she wasn’t even the Goosebumps guy – but her story was gripping and compelling, and I couldn’t put it down. Even if I hadn’t known her, I think that would have been true.
The gist of it was that Liz, when she was sixteen, had discovered that our family had a very long history of eating what she described as ‘Long Pork’. It’s an antipodean term, anglicised from the Pacific Islands: human meat.
Like me, young Liz still had some hopes and dreams. In one of her many failed attempts to find a special talent, she’d taken up cooking as a hobby. Naturally, with our family’s overabundance of meat, she’d scoured the freezers in the shed for ingredients: the racks of ribs and stacks of pork chops, butcher-paper wrappings all neatly labelled with the first letter of the name of the animal they came from.
She found familiar meat from Rodney, one of the pigs that had been recently slaughtered, emblazoned with an ‘R’ in her father’s strong, blocky lettering. There were cutlets labelled ‘M’ for Mary, from one of the lambs she’d hand-reared, and ‘F’ for Ferdinand, the steer they’d killed the month before. But she couldn’t explain the many, many curious parcels of meat on one side of the huge freezer, all labelled ‘J’ – at least, not until she took it all out and assembled it as well as she could on the scoured concrete floor of the killing shed. A big, frozen jigsaw puzzle without the box, her best attempt to discover what kind of beast the pieces had come from.
The animal, she quickly realised, was a Long Pig. Her own Aunt Jenny, who had died the month before – just after her fortieth birthday.
Fortunately, or perhaps not, for Liz, her father entered the shed right at that moment and realised his daughter had discovered the family secret. He sat down calmly on the lid of the freezer, and explained to her that this was a long-running family tradition, dating back to at least before his grandfather had been born.
“There are always people in life, Liz,” he’d said, “who won’t really amount to much. They want to be useful, want to be more. They strive and they strive, trying job after job, hobby after hobby, trying to hit on something they’re really good at. Something that makes them special. Those people can waste their whole lives, chasing dreams that never come true. Eventually they die unfulfilled, knowing that all their time has been wasted. That what they leave behind will fade quickly.”
His voice was oddly gentle as he leaned down and patted one of the neatly wrapped cuts of Aunt Jenny, still sitting frozen on the shed floor.
“Your Aunt Jenny was one of those people. So was my Aunt Irene.” He paused to gaze at his daughter, his next words peppered with emphasis. “But you see, my sweet Liz, they did find a purpose in life. They did find a way to be special, and they left this world utterly certain of their gift.” He stood up, stretched his back. “Let me show you.”
Liz waited while my grandad meticulously stacked the meat back into the freezer, all but one J-marked parcel that looked for all the world like a thick venison steak. He took her back to the farmhouse, and reverently unwrapped the deep red, heavily marbled meat to let it thaw. Then he laid it in the family’s ancient, cast-iron pan, basting it with butter and rosemary until a heavenly scent filled the kitchen, and Aunt Liz couldn’t stop her mouth from watering.
“Just try it. Let her show you. You’ll see exactly what I’m talking about.”
Even though she knew it was her aunt, Liz couldn’t stop herself from taking that first bite. There was something transcendent about the smell, overriding her natural revulsion that this was human meat, not one of their farm animals. For the first time, she truly realised it: we’re just another kind of animal. And weren’t her memories of Mary the lamb almost as fond as her memories of Aunt Jenny?
Liz explained then, in her curly handwriting, the explosion of taste that had assaulted her when she tried the steak. It was tender, it was succulent, it was rich beyond imagining. The fats melted on her tongue, lingering somewhere between pork and beef, but oddly neither. The flavour of the meat defied identification; something familiar, yet not.
But one thing she couldn’t deny; it was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten. Tears dripped onto her plate, mingled with the juice, the grease — not grief, but a pure, real, giddy delight.
“You’re tasting your aunt’s love for this family,” my grandad explained. “Her entire life was carefully curated, to eventually make unforgettable moments for us, just like this. This was her way of being special. This was the greatest gift she could possibly bring to our world – and because she realised that, she died with not a single regret. She knew her life had purpose. She was perfectly, completely fulfilled.”
I felt those words. I felt them lodge in my own belly, settling uncomfortably deep. I knew Aunt Liz, probably better than anyone else in the family. I’d seen how fucking happy she’d been on her fortieth, how goddamn fulfilled she was, despite apparently being a *nobody* and achieving *nothing*. Somehow, in the space of a single day, she had gone from being a forgettable background character to becoming the *main character*, immortalising herself in our family’s history with her sacrifice. Quite literally becoming part of all of us, forever.
I went to the killing shed after I finished with the book. I looked inside the freezers.
But there were no vacuum-sealed packages labelled ‘L’, no matter how deep I dug into the frozen stacks of plastic-wrapped flesh. Panicked now, not sure if I wanted to connect all the dots or unconnect them, I tried to think back over the last few months, recall any meals that had been unusually good. A few Sundays ago, we’d had a stew that really hit the spot and left me craving more. And I realised that the family had a really good night that night; my brothers behaved themselves, my parents didn’t fight, and grandma and grandad had been there. Hadn’t they looked far more… expectant than they should have?
I strained my brain, trying to recall if I’d seen the homekill bag on the kitchen bench – if I’d registered what letter it was. I knew it wasn’t an L. I would have remembered if it was an L.
And then it hit me, the memory, the connection, sizzling as if branded with a hot iron.
It had been an ‘E’.
E for Elizabeth. Not for Edward the pig.
I snorted at my own stupidity – of *course* Liz was short for Elizabeth – and as I comprehended my lack of smarts, I felt something give inside me.
I wasn’t clever, and nothing, nothing would ever make me smart. I had no big talents. I wasn’t beautiful, or even cute – and even if I had a million plastic surgeries, it still wouldn’t fulfill me. It wouldn’t be real.
I was a Liz.
I was a Jenny.
I was whoever the first aunt had been, the aunt who had dedicated her life to making her flesh as delicious as possible, who had worked every damn minute to be the best Long Pig she could ever be.
I wondered how many magical family evenings had been spent eating Aunt Jenny. How many glorious, satisfying, memorable dishes had been made out of her.
And… I wanted that. I wanted to finally know I had a *purpose* in life. One so simple, and so easy to achieve.
I wanted what Aunt Liz had.
***
It's my fortieth birthday today and I’m so fucking excited. For the last twenty-four years, I’ve dedicated myself to this moment; I’ve eaten exactly what I needed to, I’ve exercised just enough, but not too much, to maintain that perfect balance of marbling vs tenderness. I’ve relaxed and meditated to keep all those amazing flavours inside of me. I’ve researched all the greatest meats in the world, from prime Angus beef to A5 Wagyu. I really think I may have outdone myself.
I’m having my hair and makeup done at the local salon this afternoon, and I’m going to look so pretty; all prize piggy on show at the fair. I’m even going to have a big red ribbon in my hair, in memory of Aunt Liz.
Maybe there’ll be a cute boy I can snog in the wool shed, maybe there won’t – I don’t really care; because the most important, most certain thing is that I’m going to be the most delicious Long Pig in the history of our entire family.
I’m going to make everyone so damn happy, and I’m just so glad I can share my story with you all, instead of hiding it in a grubby book like poor Aunt Liz.
My only real disappointment? That you won’t get to taste me.
Reader, I have loved, loved my life. My Long Pork will be out of this world: once tasted, never, ever forgotten.

Please, read the post minding that my intention is mostly to laugh and debate altogether, I'm loving the current state of the game more than anyone. Best patch ever.
The first thing I found strange in my first SC day years ago was the top speed limits. I never got it, even when I understand how important numbers and certain limits are for game balance. The only speed factor to matter should be acceleration; the human body marks the limit and, even when various sci-fi universes took different paths to break those limits in a certain level, that's where the roof should be settled, but nowhere else.
Human beings are theoretically capable of reaching a close to light speed as long as the movement is constant enough and the only true problem would be space dust and debris tearing ships apart. If we are taking care of that with shields or quantum bubbles, I don't see why we can't be doing slingshots or larger travels just with our thrusters, limited only by acceleration. It would be slower than quantum travel as it's exponential but doable in times of need for certain distances or for the sake of fun and glory.
Except for the gaming limits, we don't want people to become the ultimate space deadly bullets at untraceable speeds and other sorts of crazy scenarios.
So don't worry, I'm not here to beg for all that to be changed, even when I would love to be able to travel just by inertia with dosed little bursts, same as I'd love objects not stopping just because of distance, ballistics ceasing to exist after a few km or how much I'd love to be able to truly orbit around celestial bodies to leave my ship going around by itself while I contemplate a sunset and a sunrise every 60 seconds through my windshields like living a dream.
We all know how harmful those scenarios could be for a multiplayer environment and a few arguments can be made up with a tolerable but stretched logic just for the sake of keeping the fun going safely without breaking the entire game and a few GPU.
But now Master Modes has come to stay to balance certain aspects of the game and collaterally so many snubs are locked down to ridiculous speeds while their $ prices are still the same, prices often higher than some regular fully useful and rewarding ships with quantum capabilities. These snubs had their value raised due to their performance, their utility and their small size for versatility, they weren't meant to quantum jump but neither to be capped like this.
Now you'll have to struggle to make a place for ships like the Fury LX, heavily marketed to be close to useless in less than 1 year of existence, breaking so many promises to become nothing but a LTI token for some people.
I know it has been discussed even by the developers about giving them some sort of short quantum limited capabilities, I'm not getting there as I don't even know where those components could be stocked in most of them tiny vessels without remaking the whole game again out of work pain.
I bet you'll find something to equilibrate everything, because you always do it so amazingly, but the whole point of this free detour is why in this universe have finally manifested the midichlorians to, instead of giving power to certain hooded figures with light sticks to bring order to the galaxy, they've decided to use their time braking ships out of sorcery?! I can get that you don't want us flying in EVA as fast as the Silver Surfer just using inertia, but why would I reach the limited speed with my ship's thrusters to then be dangerously stopped close to death, stopped by the same g-forces you refuse to give us in other axis, stopped by an invisible force out in space without any matter in my way just because I've released the boost button?!
If we are not in any atmosphere, let the ship keep going while losing maneuverability. There is not a single reasonable gist you can make there to justify that utterly illogical braking out of nowhere.
For ships combat, going above SCM should just penalize with a lack of ship control, up to their skills and strategy. Anybody going that fast will be out of the ideal speeds, useful just to try an escape right before jumping into NAV mode but exposed to enemy fire in a more predictable trajectory. That would require some control and calm to master combat as well as other game loops like racing, lovely. Then at least it won't be a magic brake, non quantum ships would be able to have some margin while you decide their future, not needing more than 1 hour to travel from ground to station orbit, sticking the boost button to the max every minute to see how the ship brakes by divine forces every time it's released to then start it all again in an infinite loop.
I love that science meets fun in the midway to find some equilibrium getting the best of both worlds but lately it is hard to cope with the levels of fantasy being added to an originally meant to be hardcore sci-fi game just to make it good enough for everyone, but this one has me laughing so hard every time I use SCM. Bring more science back.
Mind my first sentence. Love.

I (27M) broke up with my recent boyfriend (27M) because of some seemingly petty reasons that ultimately made me fall out of love with him. We were on and off for about 2 years. He’d always seek me out and promise to try the things I wanted.
We were too different as well with completely different tastes in music, I’m a movie buff he’s not, I love making friends he doesn’t. Also he’s this person you can’t trust to keep anything you leave at his house. Be it shoes, clothes or electronics.
He had a regular average body with a big bubble butt which I was obsessed with but his big sexy hairy butt turned out to be a big insecurity for him being that were from an extremely homophobic country so it made him feel too seen so he always resorted to wearing baggy clothes. Even with how much I worshipped his butt (and huge calves) , it never really changed anything about his attitude.
I go to the gym at least 3 times a week, I’m always horny, I’m in decent shape and he loved that but for some reason but he was not experimental enough with sex and it was always about foreplay, blowjobs and jerking off. He never let me eat his ass or play with it.
He never showed any interest in ravaging me and turning me upside down which are things I always wanted to do to him and have him do to me. I’m vers and love new sexual experiences and experimenting but he always said no. I respected this and just had to take my sexual frustration and break up with him.

Hì all. I have been seeing my bf (24M) since two years now. He is super extroverted unlike me who is on her own living in my bubble doing my thing girl. I have never had a problem with him being extrovert and supremely outgoing. But recently he has been to France, and there he has been making so many friends which again I don't have a problem or anything. Yesterday he texted me he went to some invite basis party where he partied all night with bunch of strangers made multiple men and women Friends etc etc. He also sent me alot of videos of the party and oh boy it was quiet happening. Since then I have been feeling Weird. There is this Weird sense of FOMO in me now. Idk if it's normal or no. He works in films and I have a normal corporate job. He keeps attending such big parties and screenings all the time and I am just always at my job. Now I just hate everything. I HATE how he is been partying while I am at work. Is this normal to feel? Can some one tell me if they have had similar experience or is it just me. Also, let me know how do you guys deal with such FOMO.

i have been getting along with a male coworker a few years older then me -21, f- hes very aware of my fiancee and always seemed respectful despite some obvious feelings for me. he asked to go book shopping and i agreed to go but we didnt in fact go anywhere near book shops as he asked to get bubble tea near our meeting point he set, he sold someone some coke while we were there which obviously was a red flag but i was trying to be open minded. really quickly after sitting with our boba he asked to go for a walk and he lead me back to his house. this was another red flag for me but he said he needed to charge his vape a little and i used his bathroom. when i came out he was in the middle of making a cocktail for me -a cinnamon apple drink with gin- i was not madly inclined to drink it as i didnt really like that it was partially made while i was out of the room and he made himself a very different cocktail. he pushed a little for me to try it and i had the smallest sip, now i havent been drinking like frequently lately and i hadnt eaten and maybe he just had a strong pour but no amount of alcohol ever made me feel the way i did after that one tiny sip and ive had alot of experience with alcohol. i used to be a drug user and i instantly felt high, not drunk, my whole body felt weightless and my brain got fuzzy and my first thought was like „woah i need to sit down right now” as i felt like i couldnt hold myself. i felt a bit euphoric almost in a body sense despite the mental freak out. my vision got a bit distorted as in things started to move a bit weirdly like a mild dose of shrooms. it just felt so much like being high and a sip of alcohol shouldnt have that effect right? like even if i took a shot i dont feel the way i did like i was going to fall over and my brain felt like it was floating and moving took a good effort. it started to wear down pretty quickly but still felt a bit weird. after i made it clear i wasnt having anymore he dropped it and we went back to walking and talking like normal as i was scared to go home until i felt normal in fear of worrying my family. i dont know what to do, i had too little to be able to say anything with certainty but i know i felt really high and say with knowledge of what being high feels like. but we work closely in a kitchen and hes gonna keep asking to hang out but im a little scared now but dont want to make a thing out of it as i keep wondering is it possible my fear of it being spiked made me placebo it? or does anyone have any thoughts i just dont want to blow it out of proportion but am a bit concerned and just dont want to worsen the situation. any thoughts at all is so helpful

I've been making dragons for years and years, but the wings are always the hardest part. I've tried using wire mesh as a support, but it's very fiddly to work with and ends up looking too rigid. I like the wing membranes to have a certain amount of sag and stretch to feel natural. So I usually just have the armature for the wing wingers and then lay a thin layer of clay over it and VERY DELICATELY work it in. It works, but it's very stressful and I've often had to redo them if the clay tears.
But I've recently found another artist (Rivalmit on Deviantart) who has an absolutely lovely method for very natural and stretchy looking wings - they stretch out some nylon fabric over the wing armature, pin it in place, then coat it in what appears to be white glue so that when it dries it has some rigidity. Then trim the edges and work in a very thin layer of clay over that for detailing.
The problem is that I think they work in air-dry clay, and I work exclusively with super sculpey, so I have serious concerns about how well that would hold up to the heat of the oven. I have a feeling that the white glue would melt, bubble up or warp and the nylon would just shrivel up into nothing. Maaaaaybe having the clay on there as well would hold it together but I'm not sure. Ideally I would like to ask this artist for their tips and tricks, but I can't force someone to see the messages and reply. If all else fails I'll just have to do some small trial and error tests.
Does anyone have any insights on how to make this work?

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Ihave been with my husband for just shy of 14 years. This is going to be a long one so strap in. There’s some nuance.
He is an alcoholic and struggles with other addictions like porn, marijuana, caffeine, nicotine, etc. if it can raise the dopamine level he is hooked onto it.
Going into our relationship I had a 4 year old with a previous abusive partner who had abandoned her when I finally broke off he relationship. My husband and my daughter bonded and I felt led to pursue a relationship with him. Before we got married I found out he was sneaking around and drinking so about 4 months prior to the wedding I gave him an ultimatum that he had to stop drinking and under the agreement that he would never return to it or it would be the end of our marriage. (This was a boundary I set for myself and I gave him an out of the relationship if he could not adhere to my boundary. I come from a family with a lot of alcoholism issues and my husband watched me mourn my uncle who died from complications of alcoholism). He agreed and he was sober from alcohol for 12 years.
Throughout our marriage other issues bubbled up. He never complimented me, he rarely initiated any physical intimacy. He would sit on the opposite side of the couch and he wouldn’t cuddle me or hold my hand. There was little to no affection unless I initiated it. I told him many times that that’s what I need to feel loved, and literally for a decade+ I would cry every few months and beg for that attention and he would get better for a week or two and then fall back to old habits.
I stayed because overall he is a good man, he is kind and he is a great father. Having come from a severely abusive relationship not getting the affection I craved felt like it wasn’t a deal breaker. Since my world was skewed by violence. My husband was never violent and didn’t yell at me or verbally abuse me. So I thought it was worth trying to stay.
Nearly 3 years ago we had a son. And my husband suffered a back injury that ended his career - so we decided he would be a stay at home dad until he healed or until our son got into school. I made enough money to support us so it was fine. Except he fell into a depression - I got him into therapy and on meds but he just wasn’t the same. I could tell he hated being a stay at home dad and I encouraged him during the last 3 years he’s been home to pursue hobbies, interests and potential new careers. He hasn’t. I encouraged him to spend time with friends and get out of the house - he hasn’t.
Things got a bit better when he got medicated - but he was struggling still with hiding and sneaking around with different addictions. He would start one quit another… t got to the point that between his depressive state, inability and unwillingness to find anything to make him feel more fulfilled and his lack of attention to me and our marital bond, I asked for a co-parenting marriage.
I told him I wanted to end our romantic relationship so I could pursue outside relationships to get my intimacy needs met (and he was free to do the same) and we would stay together cohabitating for the sake of the kids especially our daughter who we had planned to move across country for so she can attend her dream college. He took a few days to think about it and came back to me with only concerns about what it meant for him financially speaking. I assured him I’d still take care of him while he figured out what he wanted to be doing with his life. Since he was primary caretaker of our son I told him I’d do whatever it took to ensure he was set. He agreed to have the co-parenting marriage, he told me he really hopes I find what I need and that he’s been unable to provide me and gave me his blessing to date. and we informed our families together as a united front. I thought things would be ok from there. This was in March.
I will preface this next bit by saying we have always had an open phone rule because of my trust issues from the many times over the years he’s broken my trust by hiding another addiction. And also because he has a hard time expressing himself and doesn’t talk to me. I couldn’t get a read on what he was thinking about this new arrangement and he (as usual) was not talking to me / expressing his feelings. So I peeked at his texts hoping to get a look into his mindset. This was absolutely wrong and I own this (I owned it to him too). I hoped to find that he was telling someone that he loved me and didn’t any the open marriage cause he just wasn’t expressing that to me with his actions. Instead I found him vilifying me to his siblings claiming basically he had no money and wasn’t allowed to do anything and I was dating already. None of this was true - he even had an allowance for his personal spending in his own account.
That kind of brought our relationship to a head and I confronted him about it. He claims he was venting I told him venting is one thing but these were lies that effectively made his siblings dislike me. I told him after that I could no longer agree to live together long term and that once we moved out of state he had to find a job and get his own place.
This was a couple weeks ago. Fast forward to last week he came to me basically concerned that we should stay together cause we are going to need each others and he has fears about becoming homeless. I told him he just wants to continue to benefit from my salary and the life it has afforded him. So I told him it’s not going to happen.
Now, Saturday morning he was out with a friend and I took my son on a morning walk. He does this same walk with my husband often. They go to the store across the street and my son gets an apple. So we go into the store and my toddler makes a beeline for the apples and it was cute - but then he takes me to the liquor department and hands me a fifth of vodka and looks at me all proud of himself for it. At first I was laughing but then realized oh no… there has to be a reason for this. I noted the vodka was $6.99, and the apple was $1, so I checked the bank account and there were 8 transactions for $8 and some change from the last month.
So my son and I walked home and when my husband got home I told him the story of what our son did and asked if he had something to confess. He started sharing and told me that yes he had returned to drinking. I calmly told him he needs to leave and waited for a few hours while he got his stuff together and arranged for his parents to pick him up. I told him he is not welcome on the move and he has to find his own way to the new state if he wants to be with the kids.
It’s been 2 days and I’ve been crying non stop because my family has completely been destroyed and now I’m a work from home mom of 2 with a toddler who requires a lot of attention. I’m on my own and I’m so angry with him. My heart is broken for my children. My daughter is devastated, my son is confused.
Did I do the right thing? I have an emergency appt with my therapist tomorrow - but I’m struggling with guilt because of my role in this since I couldn’t be happy with his lack of ambition and lack of intimacy had I just sucked it up maybe my family would still be ok. But then I know it’s bs because he involved our son in his addictions which I almost kicked him out for taking him to a headshop when he was 1 - he knew that was a boundary.
How would you handle this situation? Did I do the right thing?

Wow, this one might me a long one.
So I moved to (undisclosed location) sometime in the beginning of last year. When I moved here I really had no friends but became heavily involved in this yoga studio I went to and slowly but surely started to make friends/acquaintances with the teacher that instructed me.
From afar she seemed super cool and I became pretty enthralled with her and her life. I would look forward so heavily to going to her classes every week and was quite intrigued by her. I thought she was funny, bubbly, spunky, cool, and always made jokes during class that made me laugh. As months went by I found myself wanting to get closer and closer to her, and she even invited me out one time to one of her “events” she was hosting. Here’s the thing;
It seemed like we had a lot in common and was just generally craving camaraderie and connection. I felt a sense of belonging with her and wanted to expand that energy in my life, and wanted to do anything I could to get closer to her for those reasons. But I guess this is where we have the first red flag;
One day after class, she extended an invitation to me to a meet up of sorts, (I’m being sparing with details just out of fear she might read this) and when she invited me it seemed like it was gonna be this big thing with lots of people invited, and just in general in talking to her it seemed as if she was very well connected and respected within her community, had lots of friends and connects, and I thought this was gonna be a huge thing that I was even lucky to be invited to. I was super stoked and exited about it.
However when the day of the event came, I was super tired and slow to getting up that morning. I figured I would just make my way over whenever I could since it seemed causal and like you could drop in whenever. I also figured there would be more than enough people that no one would really even notice my arrival or departure. (Plus, sometimes it’s chic to be fashionably late ;) ). Well…. I was most definitely wrong.
When I showed up I heard someone excitedly shout my name, which was her, and she waved me down to the “meet up”…. There was literally only one person there and it had been going on for 2+ hours. I was definitely a bit unnerved, but also didn’t want to be rude, and like I said I was just kind of happy to be there and be getting invited to things. But it was kinda like, damn…. Are these all the friends you have?
I had dressed up and looked cute but they were just kind of wearing whatever and I felt awkward and overdressed and also embarrassed now that I was even this late because it was clearly much more intimate than I expected and my arrival/absence was DEFINITELY felt. We had chatted a bit and that was cool but then I remember her confessing me that she had cried to her husband earlier that morning that she was scared nobody was going to show up and how thrilled she was that not only one, but TWO people had showed up and that it felt like she had friends. I wasn’t really sure what to say or make of that.
She also…. The whole time (and mind you, this is our first legitimate interaction out of yoga class) just kind of kept talking maniacally AT me, not to me, and was coming off almost even manic, and she had formed a white crust of spit around her mouth probably from talking so much that I couldn’t look away from. To say the least, I was a bit disturbed coming away from this interaction but I just kept telling myself that I was being too judgmental of her and to give it a chance and that maybe she was just hyper that day and that I had probably had unintentional embarrassing hygiene moments as well. So I keep going to class and that’s that.
There were several other red flag moments between this first interaction and the next one, mostly just her incredibly cringey social media presence that I genuinely almost couldn’t stand to see without feeling like I was withering away inside, but maybe I’ll save that for later. It’s almost like I couldn’t just see that the person I thought was so cool in class and the person I was seeing her be online and outside of class were the same people. But I digress.
She had actually ended up inviting me to go with her on one of her international yoga retreats, and I was actually very excited about this. I had very little time with her in between classes, and my attraction (but also repulsion) with her was growing stronger and I wanted to figure her out and see what she was really about and what the pull I was feeling towards her was about. Plus, I love travelling and just thought it would be fun.
I had a pretty good time, but we didn’t get to talk much, HOWEVER, I do remember this distinct point during the trip where it was myself, 2-3 other fiends I had made, her brother, and her “best friend” who had happened to be her brother’s Gf in a room together, talking. the brother, the best friend, and the other friend I made just all completely started talking shit about her and I was so confused.
I felt super hurt by this actually, bc I felt like I had a inexplicable bond with the teacher who had invited me, she was the reason we were all there in that beautiful place, and I just couldn’t understand why they were choosing to be so negative about someone I thought they had claimed (at least by title) to love. They would say things like “I can’t fucking stand your sister” (one of the friends I made to the brother) and everyone would just sigh and put their hands in their head and be like “I know…. I know. It’s a lot. She’s a lot”. And I didn’t have anything to add to the conversation because I was just so confused and I knew the girl would just be so upset if she heard them saying this. Anyway… that confusion stuck with me for a while after.
Fast forward maybe a month or two, I started hanging out with her more regularly myself outside of class. I would say this is when we became more “friends”. She would invite me to other teachers classes and we would talk a lot about our lives.
I learned how she felt about her close friend and family connections, and how she often felt hurt and betrayed by people close to her and how some of her friends were actually really shady. I just got a general sense of her feeling scapegoated and libeled against by ppl that got close to her and how she had walls up for that reason.
She also shared to me that most of her family was cut off, with the exception of her brother who she had recently rekindled a connection with, hence why he was on that trip. I felt very bad for her and wanted to be a source of comfort and support, and she would often comment on how she felt a sense of camaraderie with me since I also (LITERALLY) had no family and how we have to make our chosen family. This was a sweet sentiment, for sure, but I was still sussing out how I felt about her.
So one day, a mutual friend that had been on the trip with us was having a birthday party and I guess that she was invited to it, too. She sat down next to me and I was SUPER excited to see her as I was craving her energy and hadn’t seen her in some time. But then… idk. She had had a lot to drink. I’m fully aware that she’s kind of a quirky individual, and has a way of socializing which I can sometimes find a bit uncomfortable or even intense, (like the first meetup I spoke of) but this time it was even more and seemed to be heightened by the drinking.
Her husband was sitting on her other side and kept trying to interject and insinuate that maybe she was doing a bit much, but I think she was drunk enough to the point that she just found it funny and had no awareness of how she was coming off. There’s not even a way I can describe it really, but she just seemed a bit obsessive over me and kept making jokes that were literally not funny and seemed to have lost all ability to read the room. I also had noticed that she had only had TWO beers and was acting like this already which I found… really strange.
So at some point she goes to the bathroom, and I also get in line for the bathroom about 5 mins later. When I get up to the bathroom, she’s still in there, and there’s a line of about 2 or 3 people ahead of me. When she exits the bathroom she immediately spots me and rushes up to me and just starts… drunkenly spewing.
I can’t even remember what she was saying, but we were in a pretty high class establishment and I remember her gushing over me and was saying “I just want to let you know that I don’t really have friends or let people close to me in my circle but I just want to let you know that YOU are officially in my circle and you have earned friend status to me and I’ve let you in my circle…” or something like that. And I just kept thinking, who tf even says that??? I’m pretty sure the last time I checked that friendship is a two way street and it’s not just a title we bestow onto some “lucky” person and that’s that. Like girl… let ME decide if I want to be friends too first.
It was partially that, and also the way she was drunkenly spewing was so awkward and embarrassing bc I could tell all the other women in line were like who tf is this bitch and why is she saying all this weird stuff and like, does she even know you?? Lol. Just a very odd interaction which again, I kind of wrote off, but the unsettling feeling kind of just kept growing after that point.
Then, the time that I REALLY knew something was up came up about a month later, but there are still some key details of this story that are missing. Perhaps I will discuss them later.
SO. About a month later, she invited me last minute to this concert of sorts. When I got there, I was super excited to be there, the vibes were amazing and we were having so much fun. But she had definitely had a lot, A LOT to drink. I didn’t mind at first, because everyone there seemed severely under the influence, but she would just start randomly kind of lashing out at people in the crowd and she thought it was funny? She first loudly and audibly started making fun of some guys shoes in front of us, and was trying to laugh with me as if I would join in, but when his girl friend turned around and shot her a dirty look, she had the nerve to be self conscious and mad about it. She would loudly poke fun at other people in the crowd too, but not in a ha-ha way, just in a straight up mean and asshole way and I could not understand why she would even do that or why she thought that was funny.
Again, I kind of just awkwardly laughed and brushed it off. But when all was said and done and the concert was closing, she enthusiastically invited me back to go to her house and soak in her hot tub. I kept saying are you sure?? But she was like please, PLEASE come, we have weed, we’ll smoke you out and other things and I wanted to continue the vibes because it sounded fun. And then….. completely downhill.
I had arrived back at their place before she did, but as soon as I saw them go in I knocked. When I walked in, she was pale faced up on the floor, non verbal, pretty much motionless, and staring at the ceiling. I was like oh no… it seemed like she got a bit too much to drink. I waited patiently there for a few mins, unsure of what to do as I had just drove for 45 mins and I was still 25 mins in the opposite direction away from home.
I kind of just sat around, and hoped that she would sober up. I asked if she was drunk… she said no. She ran to her bathroom multiple times while her husband (a complete socially awkward case himself) tried to take care of her while she threw up. I asked her if she puked and she also said no. So I didn’t really know what to do. I was trying to offer support/ empathy but she just kept denying any claims of anything being amiss. Her husband left to pick up a pizza and I probably just should’ve left but I’m telling you I had no idea how to exit their house without making it weird or awkward. And I also was hungry. So I just stayed… and waited for the pizza.
What happened in those 20-30 mins, I don’t even know if I can fully explain. She just became… so FUCKING WEIRD. she clearly was embarrassed that I was seeing her drunk, and I think was trying to over compensate. But she just turned into an absolute freak show and I’ve never been more uncomfortable in my life.
She started hoola hooping in my face, and making these weird gremlin faces and noises at me, fell to the floor, rolled round on the floor while continuing to make the noises, convulsed on the floor, but tried to do it in a funny way, tried to make an interpretive dance for me… I’ve truly never experienced something so uncomfortable in my life. I probably do sound like an asshole, but I swear you would just have to be there to see how a) gross and b) weird and actually scary it was. I was genuinely frightened.
I’ve never seen anyone act like that and I didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable or weird by showing her how clearly uncomfortable I actually was. so I just sat there and tried to laugh. But it probably came off as more of a grimace. And for the record, this woman is 33. I am 26. It was just. Obscene.
And she’s tried to act like and say multiple times that she’s like my “big sister”. Now I’ve seen a lot of drunk behavior, but not this. I wolfed down my pizza, and so did she, and she started to get even more philosophical and weird on me, showing me songs and art which were quite frankly some of the worst things I’ve ever heard in my life, and I left as soon as I could.
I was so shaken and disturbed coming away from this, because like I said earlier, I thought she was a cool girl, but honestly her behavior and lack of control over herself completely terrified me. And it’s not like she was drinking liquor, it was just damn IPAs. And I just did not know what to do.
Some details I will try to add to this story, even though I know it’s monolithic at this point , is that 2 months prior to this she had gotten fired from the studio she worked at.
She had a mental breakdown during class because the manager was being mean to her, and he fired her on the spot. I remember being so angry with the owner, (honestly he IS a piece of shit human being) but I thought he was being sexist by calling her mentally unstable and I thought the way he handled things was unfair.
I went so far as to boycott the studio and completely remove myself from it in support of her and followed her to her new one. After the drunk #2 incident, I didn’t hang out with her very much, and only saw her during her class as I was locked into a certain number of classes I had paid for.
I remember her telling me that she had just started at ANOTHER studio, and got fired 3 days after on her birthday and she was talking about how unfair it was and how much of an asshole that new girl was for firing her… and I believed her. AGAIN.
I went so far as to block that girl on Instagram too, but deep down I kind of knew that she had probably just been fired bc let’s face it… as I was starting to discover, she WAS a lot. and the studio was in an upper class area , catered towards more upper echelon people, and I just don’t think she was fitting that image. I lent her an empathetic ear, because that’s all I would want in that situation.
But where she fucked up was sending me screenshot proof of the text exchange between her and that girl, thinking I would take her side, and later sending me screenshots of another conversation she had with the OTHER manager. She told me that this new girl fired her for bringing her husband to class. In my mind I was like, oh no, is she racist!?! Because her husband was black. But no, that’s not what I read at all.
It was the most reasonable, level headed response to someone ever, and laid out multiple offenses and reasons she didn’t want her at the studio. The reasons were honestly so embarrassing that I don’t know why she would send it to me and think I would side with her. She recently also sent me messages with the other boss and the last thing he says to her is “I hope you get help for your mental illness because whatever you have is serious and will impact all your relationships and business and things that you do”. And honestly I can now say in retrospect that those were the truest words ever spoken.
When I read these texts, I had a look back at my whole relationship with and how she would always paint everyone else to be the villain and how everyone is so mean to HER… and the whole time the common denominator was her. It was always her. And it made me rethink everything.
I’ve even had extensive conversations with some of the other people on her trip that were talking shit and couldn’t stand her and they all told me the same things. How it seemed like she was the coolest person ever and had her shit together and seemed like she was going places… but deep down she was just an absolute mess and pushed everyone away from her. And I no longer felt like I was going crazy.
But like I said, she formed a really close bond with me (I think from her perspective) and said she felt like my big sister and family, and shared all these stories about her feeling isolated and shut out by people, but now here I am, doing the exact same thing to her. Icing her out of my life. And I just wanna ask you guys…
Am the asshole?

I will start up front that I enjoy living in Switzerland, but as an immigrant from another developed country there have been some surprises!
I'm operating off of high level statistics, but Switzerland's household debt as a percentage of GDP is 128% according to the IMF. That number for Germany is 55%, 66% in France, 74% in the US.
Trying to look from another angle, as a percentage of household disposable income, household debt in Switzerland is 222% according to the OECD. For Germany, it's 100%, 126% in France, 102% in the US.
Prosperity in Switzerland is largely financed.
Debt cultures feels very different in Switzerland to me. When a new arrival in Switzerland learns how mortgages work in this country, it provokes a bit of a crisis.
The very elevated cost of living has me considering a home purchase, as the mortgage would be far lower than rent where I live. My Swiss colleagues and even my banker have explained to me that my goal should be to never really own more than 20% of the home (basically, the down payment) and to refinance in the future to keep my mortgage balance high (and in turn lower my wealth tax and taxable income).
Thinking ahead to retirement (I'm 34), outright home ownership is kind of part of the retirement checklist where I'm from (the US)...
-How does this work in Switzerland? Do you continue to keep low home ownership with an active mortgage? This seems complicated from a cashflow perspective. -Does buying a home in this country even make sense? Geneva and Zurich are always featured prominently in UBS global real estate bubble index... Truthfully, seeing how eager my bank was to give a multi-million franc loan to a relatively recent arrival with no banking history in this country really made some alarm bells go off in my mind!

Ihave been with my husband for just shy of 14 years. This is going to be a long one so strap in. There’s some nuance.
He is an alcoholic and struggles with other addictions like porn, marijuana, caffeine, nicotine, etc. if it can raise the dopamine level he is hooked onto it.
Going into our relationship I had a 4 year old with a previous abusive partner who had abandoned her when I finally broke off he relationship. My husband and my daughter bonded and I felt led to pursue a relationship with him. Before we got married I found out he was sneaking around and drinking so about 4 months prior to the wedding I gave him an ultimatum that he had to stop drinking and under the agreement that he would never return to it or it would be the end of our marriage. (This was a boundary I set for myself and I gave him an out of the relationship if he could not adhere to my boundary. I come from a family with a lot of alcoholism issues and my husband watched me mourn my uncle who died from complications of alcoholism). He agreed and he was sober from alcohol for 12 years.
Throughout our marriage other issues bubbled up. He never complimented me, he rarely initiated any physical intimacy. He would sit on the opposite side of the couch and he wouldn’t cuddle me or hold my hand. There was little to no affection unless I initiated it. I told him many times that that’s what I need to feel loved, and literally for a decade+ I would cry every few months and beg for that attention and he would get better for a week or two and then fall back to old habits.
I stayed because overall he is a good man, he is kind and he is a great father. Having come from a severely abusive relationship not getting the affection I craved felt like it wasn’t a deal breaker. Since my world was skewed by violence. My husband was never violent and didn’t yell at me or verbally abuse me. So I thought it was worth trying to stay.
Nearly 3 years ago we had a son. And my husband suffered a back injury that ended his career - so we decided he would be a stay at home dad until he healed or until our son got into school. I made enough money to support us so it was fine. Except he fell into a depression - I got him into therapy and on meds but he just wasn’t the same. I could tell he hated being a stay at home dad and I encouraged him during the last 3 years he’s been home to pursue hobbies, interests and potential new careers. He hasn’t. I encouraged him to spend time with friends and get out of the house - he hasn’t.
Things got a bit better when he got medicated - but he was struggling still with hiding and sneaking around with different addictions. He would start one quit another… t got to the point that between his depressive state, inability and unwillingness to find anything to make him feel more fulfilled and his lack of attention to me and our marital bond, I asked for a co-parenting marriage.
I told him I wanted to end our romantic relationship so I could pursue outside relationships to get my intimacy needs met (and he was free to do the same) and we would stay together cohabitating for the sake of the kids especially our daughter who we had planned to move across country for so she can attend her dream college. He took a few days to think about it and came back to me with only concerns about what it meant for him financially speaking. I assured him I’d still take care of him while he figured out what he wanted to be doing with his life. Since he was primary caretaker of our son I told him I’d do whatever it took to ensure he was set. He agreed to have the co-parenting marriage, he told me he really hopes I find what I need and that he’s been unable to provide me and gave me his blessing to date. and we informed our families together as a united front. I thought things would be ok from there. This was in March.
I will preface this next bit by saying we have always had an open phone rule because of my trust issues from the many times over the years he’s broken my trust by hiding another addiction. And also because he has a hard time expressing himself and doesn’t talk to me. I couldn’t get a read on what he was thinking about this new arrangement and he (as usual) was not talking to me / expressing his feelings. So I peeked at his texts hoping to get a look into his mindset. This was absolutely wrong and I own this (I owned it to him too). I hoped to find that he was telling someone that he loved me and didn’t any the open marriage cause he just wasn’t expressing that to me with his actions. Instead I found him vilifying me to his siblings claiming basically he had no money and wasn’t allowed to do anything and I was dating already. None of this was true - he even had an allowance for his personal spending in his own account.
That kind of brought our relationship to a head and I confronted him about it. He claims he was venting I told him venting is one thing but these were lies that effectively made his siblings dislike me. I told him after that I could no longer agree to live together long term and that once we moved out of state he had to find a job and get his own place.
This was a couple weeks ago. Fast forward to last week he came to me basically concerned that we should stay together cause we are going to need each others and he has fears about becoming homeless. I told him he just wants to continue to benefit from my salary and the life it has afforded him. So I told him it’s not going to happen.
Now, Saturday morning he was out with a friend and I took my son on a morning walk. He does this same walk with my husband often. They go to the store across the street and my son gets an apple. So we go into the store and my toddler makes a beeline for the apples and it was cute - but then he takes me to the liquor department and hands me a fifth of vodka and looks at me all proud of himself for it. At first I was laughing but then realized oh no… there has to be a reason for this. I noted the vodka was $6.99, and the apple was $1, so I checked the bank account and there were 8 transactions for $8 and some change from the last month.
So my son and I walked home and when my husband got home I told him the story of what our son did and asked if he had something to confess. He started sharing and told me that yes he had returned to drinking. I calmly told him he needs to leave and waited for a few hours while he got his stuff together and arranged for his parents to pick him up. I told him he is not welcome on the move and he has to find his own way to the new state if he wants to be with the kids.
It’s been 2 days and I’ve been crying non stop because my family has completely been destroyed and now I’m a work from home mom of 2 with a toddler who requires a lot of attention. I’m on my own and I’m so angry with him. My heart is broken for my children. My daughter is devastated, my son is confused.
Did I do the right thing? I have an emergency appt with my therapist tomorrow - but I’m struggling with guilt because of my role in this since I couldn’t be happy with his lack of ambition and lack of intimacy had I just sucked it up maybe my family would still be ok. But then I know it’s bs because he involved our son in his addictions which I almost kicked him out for taking him to a headshop when he was 1 - he knew that was a boundary.
How would you handle this situation? Did I do the right thing?

TLDR at bottom.
Thursday-
We broke up after we both had stressful days. We both woke up in a bad mood. Nothing about each other but we kinda took it out on each other in the end.
I broke it off while I was at work. She had asked me earlier in the day to get ahold of her to talk when I had time and that she thought it would be a good talk. When she didn’t answer me when I reached out I said screw it and told her I was done. She finally responded with something along the lines of ‘I really don’t want to break up and wanted to tell you how much I care. You didn’t even give me a chance to explain anything.’ I tried calling back to either talk or ask for my belongings back but she wouldn’t answer and said she was with family. I called maybe 8x over the next few hours then gave up once I left work. On my way home she blocked me.
Friday-
She had an important day so I didn’t bother trying to reach out. I took the day off to relax and think. Late Friday night she text me that my stuff was in her car and to get it before the morning. She told me I upset her and made her feel afraid of me. So I wrote a note to leave on her car (nothing bad, just saying I’d leave her be and that I still cared too but I’d never hurt anyone), then went over to grab my stuff. The bag was full of stuff that wasn’t mine. Mostly gifts and reminders of us. I couldn’t see well so I left and figured I’d check in morning.
Saturday-
Early morning I ran over to see that nothing was in the bag so I left a list of things missing. Put it on her door. Knocked on her door and walked away. I was still blocked so I had to use a fake number to message her.
Few hours later she responded. She told me all my stuff was in the bag and repeatedly told me not to knock. (Oops) so I asked if I could stop by to grab it. She said yes so I went there and couldn’t find any of it. As I was about to leave I saw she messaged me where 1 item was in the bag.
Anyways I left and went home. I then called her to thank her and ask about the rest of my stuff. She stated she’d find the rest and drop them off next week. As I was talking to her the police called me to tell me to stop harassing her. Verbal no contact warning. I explained the issue and they said it’ll go both ways. After a week of trying to get my stuff….nothing. She no longer had it and cops couldn’t help me.
I figured I’d cut my losses and move on.
3 weeks after breaking up…
I AM HEARTBROKEN! I’ve thought about it and I feel guilty. At first I was okay but everyday it get worse. I’ve seen her around town and even watched her creep by my place late at night. I wish she’d call me so I can apologize for everything. I’m sure she’s hurt and pissed but I was being selfish. I wasn’t thinking of her when I should’ve been. I’ve felt all along that she’d unblock me at some point but I’m starting to think she never will. Feel like I let the one I’ve always looked for go. I’m hurting!!!
TLDR- quick breakup with not much talking. I ended it and she was upset that I didn’t give her a chance to talk. She expressed how much she cared but blocked me after I started blowing her up a bit. She wouldn’t give my stuff back after I scared her. She got cops involved (nobody’s in trouble. Just told us to leave each other alone) and I still see her around and driving by. 3rd week of being blocked and starting to think she’ll never reach out to me again. Hurts more each day and just wish she’d call me. Not sure if I can reach out if I wanted to after police being involved. I fudged up big time.

I made a really big mistake and now my friends are mad at me and i feel horrible. I'll start from the beginning. So a little bit ago I was struggling severely with my mental health and still am just not as much as before. I had to drop out off school and now I'm homeschooled. I also cut off all my friends and people from school because i thought that was the best thing I could do at that time. I also was in therapy that wasn't working. Fast forward to now. I'm a people pleaser I guess you could say and that's what started everything. I eventually started talking to my friends again and everything was cool. Until they both called me in our group chat and started arguing with me and calling me a liar. I was hurt but deep down I knew they were right because almost everything they said was true.
They were saying how when one of the speaks to me about the other how I agree with what they say just to avoid conflict and how everytime I say something different depending who I talk to. They also said how I lie and make up stuff that my one friend said. Which I didn't agree with that part but it's wtv. Anyways they were both calling me a liar and saying how I need to be more honest and if I have a problem then to just speak with them about it next time. Which I will admit I do agree with people to please them I'm a push over. But I also kinda feel like they were both attacking me when they both were also talking behind eachothers back but I didn't say that. I also tried apologizing to then and saying sorry for lying to them even though I really never meant to or thought I was. Then my one friend was saying how I never explained what happend when I blocked her and didn't give her an explanation and how I can't just suddenly unblock her and start talking with out giving her an explanation but i told my other friend and not her.
(To clarify my other friend just showed up to my house unannounced so i kinda was forced to say everything by my mom and thats how we made up.)I said I wasn't comfortable with talking about it cause it was a very bad part of my life I wanna forget. But she said I can't just be friends again when it's convenient for me and i apolozged to her again and explained I wasn't comfortable. So after that cause that's all I remember I apologized for the last time about the lieing, people pleasing, and talking behind eachothers backs they were still made and said that's not what we want u to apologize for and just said it's whatever and hung up. Now they arent really talking to me and i feel like it would be awkard to try to hang out when they are both still mad at me. But I don't know what to do or how to fix it. I always avoid my problems and I'm already getting the urge to just block them because I don't know what else to do, but I know that'll be even worse cause there my bestfriends i just hate when we get into fights. Besides saying sorry I don't think there's anyway to fix this. Thank you to whoever read this long. Any advice on how to make up with them or what to do would be nice or any opinions.

Hey everyone,
I have recently purchased some tokyo marui pistols and could use some help, on one issue in particular. I am a complete newbie to the entire airsoft scene. Always wanted to get into it and had the extra cash to buy some models I have always had my eye on.
I purchased a used Samurai Edge Barry ver. and a brand new MK23 Socom from Amazon. The Samurai Edge works fine. It is an older release and the grip plastic is degrading to the point of being sticky and leaving black residue. I can at least get around that with gloves for now, and looking into ways to fix it. Sounds like baking soda + Water combo can do the trick, but would appreciate any tips.
However, I am a loss with the SOCOM. For some reason the brand new out of the box mags are leaking gas. I have already gotten one replacement via Amazon, but it does the same thing although not quite as bad as the first one. It will at least last for 50 shots or so now.
They should take the same gas as the Samurai Edge, which I am using (HFC 134a) but no matter what I do they are leaking gas. Is there normally a period where they need to be broke in or something? The 10+ year old Samurai Edge magazine is working perfectly, but the SOCOM ones I can actually hear the gas leaking out and bubbling.
The mod bots seem to think I am a bot so attaching an image of my makeshift shooting gallery lol

Hello again everybody!
Before we get started on today's post the current voting for Alolan-Decidueye currently has B tier votes in a battle with the Abstaining votes. While doing these next few votes in an effort to get through all the traditional starters unless Abstaining votes end up winning out by a decisive margin (like twice as many as the most votes for any single tier) we will tier the Pokemon into the tier that has the highest amount of votes as opposed to putting them off until later.
So with that being said we will put Alolan-Decidueye into B tier for the time being. Like with all previous votes I'll continue to check the numbers and if anything changes I'll update it on tomorrow's post.
(Please note that this voting/tiering is centered around Classic as after a certain point in Endless only about 5 Pokemon and 2 abilities are truly viable.)
So current tiers are:
S tier - Garganacl, Cloyster, Skeledirge, Gholdengo, Tinkaton
A tier - Gyarados/Mega, VenusauMega/Dyna, Aegislash, Corviknight/Dyna, Excadrill, GardevoiMega, Toxapex, ScizoMega, GengaMega/Dyna, Delphox
B tier - Kanto-Persian/Dynamax Kanto-Meowth, Weavile, Starmie, Rhyperior, Quagsire, Mamoswine, Whimsicott, Aggron/Mega, Infernape, Alolan-Decidueye
C tier - Linoone
F tier - Dustox
With that being said let's get to today's vote!
Today is day 34 of tier voting and today we begin the gauntlet of getting through the rest of the traditional starters that we haven't voted on yet (for the moment we will skip over Charizard, as well as Greninja and Meowscarada since they have abilities that aren't yet implemented which will likely effect how well they do in the game). So that brings us to Blastoise as well as its Mega and Dynamax Evolved forms! Blastoise is the bulkiest of the Gen 1 starters at the tradeoff of having the worst attacking stats out of the 3. This combines well with being a pure Water type as Water only has 2 weaknesses and 4 resistances giving it good survivability even in its base form. Its Hidden Ability is somewhat niche but good on a Rain team or when trekking through the game's various Water-based biomes. All 3 of its forms are a bit slow but it is able to remedy this through natural access to one of the best boosting moves in the game in Shell Smash. Its Mega form greatly improves its mediocre attacking stats and also boosts its already good bulk even further while it's Dynamax form goes the full-on bulky wall route while also boosting its attack stats somewhat. It has a very good movepool for its Mega form, made even better by the addition of this game's Egg Move choices for it. Its Passive Ability is somewhat famous in Endless but maybe a little more situational in Classic mode (which is what these votes are centered around), it does allow it to guarantee a Shell Smash and survive however which is always useful in its own right.
(Please note that Pokemon with Mega/Dynamax evolutions will be tiered as one Pokemon and not tiered separately for their Mega/Dynamax form. Different variants such as Alolan Persian vs. Kanto Persian will be tiered separately however.)
(Also here is the post with rules for voting/tiering posts and a little more explanation about them in general: https://www.reddit.com/pokerogue/s/0LNZhPPzR9 Links to past votes can all be found here as well in comments added to the OP with each new vote)
And here is a quick reminder of what each tier generally means:
S tier: Top tier, can make or break your entire run, essentially the cream of the crop
A tier: really strong but not quite top tier, maybe slightly outclassed or has a slight weakness holding it back
B tier: solid choices that can make it to your endgame team, might be reliant on team composition to truly function well or might just be outclassed as well
C tier: usually early-mid game Mons, ones you don't really want to take to end game if you can avoid it, usually pretty decently glaring weakness but something redeeming enough to keep from F tier
F tier: no reason to use in end game unless you're doing it for a meme/joke
Abstain/No Opinion: this will be a voting option mostly just for Pokemon people haven't unlocked/used to their full potential yet. If Abstaining votes outvote each individual tier then the Pokemon will be tabled for the time being and another vote will open up for it later (can mostly see this happening with Legendaries).
(Data in parentheses is for Mega Blastoise) [Data in brackets is for Dynamax Blastoise]
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Blastoise (Mega) [Dynamax]
Type: Water
Mega: Yes
Dynamax: Yes
Starter cost {Squirtle}: 3
Possible Egg moves: Ice Beam, Dark Pulse, Origin Pulse, Bouncy Bubble
Abilities: Torrent (Mega Launcher) [Torrent]
Hidden Ability: Rain Dish (Mega Launcher) [Rain Dish]
Passive Ability: Sturdy - this Pokemon can not be knocked out from full HP by a single attack, it is also immune to OHKO moves
Evolution: Squirtle evolves into Wartortle at level 16. Wartortle evolves into Blastoise at level 36. Blastoise can Mega Evolve with Mega Bracelet and Blastoisinite. Blastoise can Dynamax with Dynamax Bracelet and Max Mushrooms.
Base stats:
HP - 79 (79) [100]
Attack - 83 (103) [95]
Defense - 100 (120) [130]
Sp. Attack - 85 (135) [105]
Sp. Defense - 105 (115) [125]
Speed - 78 (78) [75]
Learnset by level up: Tackle, Tail Whip, Water Gun, Withdraw, Rapid Spin, Bite, Water Pulse, Protect, Rain Dance, Aqua Tail, Shell Smash, Iron Defense, Hydro Pump, Wave Crash, Flash Cannon
Notable TMs: Chilling Water, Dig, Brick Break, Zen Headbutt, Body Slam, Ice Punch, Rock Slide, Rest, Sleep Talk, Body Press, Crunch, Liquidation, Aura Sphere, Dragon Pulse, Surf, Ice Spinner, Helping Hand, Hydro Pump, Blizzard, Earthquake, Focus Blast, Haze, Weather Ball, Flip Turn, Muddy Water, Whirlpool, Scald, Outrage, Waterfall, Swagger, Double Team, Brine
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Tomorrow's vote: Meganium!
Pokemon on the radar for voting very soon: Flygon, Leavanny, Gallade/Mega, Comfey, Araquanid, Crobat, Malamar, Ferrothorn, Walrein, Gliscor, Roserade, Vileplume, Minior, Hitmonchan, Bibarel, Chandelure, Archaludon/Dynamax Duraludon, Alakazam/Mega, Flamigo, Volcarona, Barbaracle, Butterfree/Dyna, Beedrill/Mega, Mawile/Mega, Drednaw/Dyna, Annihilape, Cramorant, Aerodactyl/Mega, Glimmora, Heatran, Tapu Koko, Dialga/Primal, Galarian-Zapdos, Regieleki, Regidrago, Zacian, Zamazenta, Rayquaza/Mega, Latias/Mega, Latios/Mega, Ho-Oh, Volcanion, Toxtricity/Dyna, Carbink, Porygon-Z, Cinccino, Snorlax/Dyna, Wishiwashi
(Other requests will be added to this list and this list is not necessarily in order)
Happy voting!
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Ok hear me out. I know I sound crazy but I swear this happened but I just can't recreate it anymore. I'm posting here hoping someone else has seen it too.
At the very end of the game, after you get the 2nd roll of credits and you exit the well world, you're in the bunny world floating island with the friendly manticores.
You go all the way to left and drop down to the small floating platforms below. Jump across the platforms and get as far right as you can and right before you get to the cave entrance down there, drop down one screen and then another screen to the right.
I did this and saw a floating creepy neon hand there. Slightly to the left of the frame. Like ot had ripped a hole in the night sky. It had an animation like its fingers were grasping at something.
Like an absolute moron, it did not occur to me to screen record it because I figured it would always be there (I dropped down multiple times to get a better look at it since the little blob drops down so fast). Also, stupidly, it didn't occur to me to use the bubble wand to get a slow descent and get a better look at it.
Needless to say, I went back to see it again today and now it's gone and it's driving me crazy. Has anyone else seen this? I don't know what it means or how to bring it back.
Also I don't think I had the lamp or the black light on but I could be mistaken.
Again, sorry for the lack of proof! I know what I saw was real though. Maybe the time of day had something to do with it?
Thanks for listening. I hope someone else has seen it too.

For context I am 23 and married with 2 children (20 months and 1 month). Back 3 -5 years ago I spent a lot of time messages bunches of random guys online. I was lonely and bored and used this to feel better about myself while going through a tough time.
One guy in particular we will call O has been obsessed with me. I admit he was a nice guy so much that I knew he would always let me back. When I would get in a short relationship he got blocked and when it ended he was unblocked and I gave a shit apology and it was like nothing ever happened. O had deep rooted feelings for me and I honestly liked him but the distance made it very unlikely I would pursue anything since I had several bad long distance relationships.
I ended up meeting my husband and we've had our ups and downs. Since getting married and having our two kids I have blocked this person and gotten off socials except for one. O managed to find my profile and has sent message requests and attempted to call which I've never received because I'm not friends with o nor do I plan to be. I love my husband and family and would never risk losing trust even if it is one sided. I've told o before blocking that I have a family and a husband and won't be talking with him this was before we had our second. We got married after our first was born.
Am I wrong for ignoring the message request as O doesn't seem to get the hint?

Hello! This is something I have been wanting to do for a while!
Hans is an interesting character, and one no one can really agree about. He pretty much has been forgotten about in recent years, with the only thing being talked about is how he was a bad twist villain. People say his reveal just has him change personality all of a sudden, and that there was no hints before.
Well, here is all the things I have found out and observed about Hans in Frozen, that do in fact reveal him as a villain way before he refused to kiss Anna!
Fact number 1!
He is based off of the Evil Mirror!
Every character in Frozen is based off of someone in the Snow Queen book. Elsa is obviously the Snow Queen, while Anna is Gerda, and Kristoff is supposedly the Robber girl. Interestingly, they all represent Kia in some way. Elsa has his character journey, while Anna gets his curse, and Kristoff is a boy.
With Hans, he is based off of the Evil Mirror, and how they did this, was to have Hans reflect the personalities with the people he is with. With Anna he is bubbly and excited. With Elsa he is regal and somewhat somber. And with the Duke he is annoyed and quick to anger. He also is scared and worried with the villagers.
Here is some examples showing these character shifts.
When Anna and him go to ask Elsa for her blessing on their marriage he is all giggly and hyper with Anna, but then he switches to Elsa's personality and becomes regal to try and convince her. He even speaks more proper "Your majesty, if I my ease your...".
Then with the next scene after Elsa runs away, he is worried like Anna, but when they confront the Duke who is freaking out, Hans shifts between the two. He is defensive of Elsa like Anna is, and a little goofy still with her, but then he quickly gets irritated with the Duke just as the Duke is also very irritated with Anna and believing Elsa is a monster.
He better reflects the Duke later in the movie when we see Hans helping the villagers. With the villagers he has a very worried air about him, but as soon as the Duke starts talking to him, he immediately gets annoyed and then angry, matching how the Duke is acting.
All of these character shifts keep happing through the rest of the film until he reveals his true personality to Anna.
Fact number 2!
The Chandelier!
When Hans and the solders reach Elsa's castle, Hans actually tried to kill Elsa here. When Hans stops Elsa from killing the Duke's men, by saying "Queen Elsa, don't be the monster they fear you are". Elsa stops and lowers her guard. We then see from Hans' perspective and he notices the guy pinned to the wall raising his crossbow to kill Elsa. Then, for a brief moment we are shown Hans' face and he looks up before he runs to the guy to try and stop him. Hans runs over and grabs the crossbow and aims it up, shotting, the chandelier. Hans had noticed the chandelier was right above Elsa, and he attempted to kill her with it while making himself look like he had tried to save her.
Fact number 3!
Hans is a chameleon!
Not literally, but when asked about Hans, the directors called him a chameleon, because he quickly adapts or blends in to situation. Most villains have a plan that they use to manipulate the hero's with. They are usually the ones in control. But Hans never has a solid plan, and he is constantly having to change tactic due to Anna and Elsa's decisions.
His initial plan was to try and woe Elsa into marrying him. But, as Hans said later in the movie, "nobody was getting anywhere with her". So he switched over to Anna, with plans to kill Elsa later. This is actually visually shown with his clothing as well. When Anna first meets Hans, he is in a blue shirt and pants, with a purple scarf tie on his neck. This matches Elsa perfectly, showing he was going after her initially, but then when we see him again he is wearing something that matches him with Anna.
But then Elsa's powers are revealed and Arendelle is cursed. Hans plan changes to trying to get the people on his side, and making Anna and Elsa look bad. He apparently let Anna go alone so that he could later take the army up to Elsa's castle and try and make it look like Anna and Elsa were conspiring to destroy Arendelle when the people see them together. With the people, he tries to act good and caring, like a good leader, and is constantly trying to act like the good guy. Constantly saying they are not to harm Elsa, because he wants to come off as noble and like he is always giving her a chance, because despite Elsa having just cursed the land, she is still Arendelle's queen and the people still love her, they are just confused and worried about what she is doing. So Hans tries to paint himself as benevolent, waiting for Elsa to slip up, either by refusing to lift the curse, or by hurting someone.
And this tactic works. Later in the film, Hans says he will go look for Anna, but he is stopped and told that if Anna is dead, he is all Arendelle has left. Then when Anna comes to him to cure her frozen heart, Hans' plan changes for the last time. He knows he cannot save Anna because he does not love her. But he no longer needs her. He has gotten the admiration of Arendelle, and now he also has a good excuses to kill Elsa. So he locks Anna up, and gets the final confirmation that he is in charge now, by saying Anna is dead and she married him right before she passed away. Finally having full control and because everyone believes Anna died because of Elsa, Hans condemns Elsa to death.
Fact number 4!
"Love is an Open Door" shows how manipulative he is of Anna!
Now, Hans was always going to have a song that showed that he was not right for Anna. Originally it was a song called "Your You", and it was meant to sound like a love song that Hans is saying to Anna, but he is constantly mocking her throughout it. The creators felt like it gave away to much so they created "Love is and Open Door".
Now, I am no song writer or experts, so these are just my opinions on what and where it shows that Hans is just using Anna.
Him saying he has been searching for his own place, and then gesturing to Arendelle, is a big one a lot of people point out. Another one is also how they sing out of sync for most of the song as well, showing how they are not actually compatible or synchronized with each other.
What I noticed however, is that whenever Anna leads the song, they are compatible, but when Hans tries to lead, Anna always says something wrong. The biggest one is of course Anna saying "Sandwiches", to which Hans quickly brushes it aside and acts like that is what he was about to say. But recently someone also pointed out that there is a part where Hans says "You", and Anna replies with "And I", and they both say together "Were just meant to be". Now, if you did not notice why this is a clue, like I did at first, pretty much they both say Anna. Hans saying "You", is referring to Anna, and Anna saying "And I" is just referring to herself. The lyrics are not saying Anna and Hans are meant to be, it is instead saying Anna and Anna are meant to be.
The only time Hans takes the lead and it works, is at the very end, where he asks Anna to marry him.
Outside of the song, there is some other hints of manipulation before as well. Apparently the line "I would never shut you out", is very manipulative. Anna is acting vulnerable and telling Hans the hurt she has over Elsa shutting her out. Hans takes this sad topic in Anna's life, and tries to make himself look good, by telling her that if she is with him, he won't act like that. He does not tell Anna he is sorry that her sister seems to ignore her for no reason, nor does he try to help Anna figure it out, by suggesting that perhaps the burden of one day being queen made Elsa feel like she needed to grow up quicker.
Fact number 5!
"You can't marry a man you just met".
This is actually something I never see anyone talk about. Anna is immediately mocked and educated about trying to marry Hans to quickly, but not Hans.
See, we all know why Anna is so quick to try and marry Hans. She has been locked up all her life and barely knows how the real world works, or even how to make real relationships with people, whether it is friendships or romance. Hans is the first person in her life and she is clinging onto him. But what is Hans' excuse? He was not locked up all his life, and he clearly has seen the world and knows how it works. He even came as a representative of the Southern Isles. But he is rushing his engagement with Anna. He could have asked if they could start courting, but he immediately jumps to engagement.
Hans is 24 in the film, and Anna is only 18, yet no one questions Hans in trying to marry Anna immediately after meeting her for just a day.
Downsides
Is Hans actually a really well thought out villain? No, there are a lot of problems with many of my points. Hans being based of the Evil Mirror, while cleaver, is not really something people would know unless they looked it up, not like the rest of the cast and how it is clear who they are supposed to represent. It is also not that clear as Hans does not have much screen time, so his character shifts are not all that noticeable noticeable.
Then there is his plan. It was never going to work. Even if he managed to marry Anna or Elsa, he was never going to be king, just a prince consort. And then even if he killed Anna and Elsa, then Arendelle would go to one of their relatives, and not to Hans.
And of course, Hans smiling nicely after Anna, after he fell into the water. A lot of people think this shows that Hans was initially good or in love with Anna. After all, no one is around, so there is no point on keeping up the act.
This scene makes it seem like the creators are just trying to trick the audience. But that is giving the audience false information about Hans' character, so it is bad writing.
My theory is that Hans has always acted like this to survive. He acts like a kind and harmless guy because as the 13 in line, he really has no power or influence, so he has to keep on peoples good side. But, as the story continues on and Hans gains more power and influence, his true personality finally comes out.
But of course, this is only a theory and I don't really have evidence for it.
There is also the question of if he wanted Elsa dead, why did ne not just let the guy shot her. My guess is that if Elsa died there and the eternal winter was over, then that guy would have become the savior of Arendelle and not Hans. So Hans tried to act like he was trying to save her. still does not make that much sense, because if she died by the chandelier, the credit would still go to the guy and not Hans.
Conclusion!
I think Hans is a really good and thought-out villain! at least much more then people notice or give credit for. He is not perfect and there is a lot of flaws, but he is also really cleaver and maybe with a few tweaks of the story, could have been great.
Well, that is all I have to say for the moment. What do you think? Do you like Hans and did you learn anything new about him from this?

Fear of becoming well-informed acquaintances
My fear is that by the slaying my fantasy, what remains after the dust settles are just two well informed acquaintances. External supporters. Who once had tickets to the interior world of the other. Unique friends that stay in touch purely for that sake. A loose honoring of a transient connection that was deep and profound for at least me and I'd imagine in some ways you.
And in reality, I'm not sure there is much control either of us have in that progression.
Today
I am still in love with you. I just can no longer hold that balloon 🎈 with hope for more. I know I am a dreamer, an unlikely idealist, but you surely have seen the realist in me too. It was always the impossible yet unshakeable fantasy of us that I maintained in not so secret that kept my hope alive.
On Hope and you
The odd thing is? I think you liked the hope, in ways you'd likely never admit. And that's why my fantasy wasn't as objectionable to you. I don't blame you.
Hope has a weightlessness to it, a free floating buoyancy to it that makes you feel lighter for having encountered it. I know, I was addicted to it. I fed off its dopamine. God I loved it when you played along. It was the sweetest fall deeper into it, when you engaged, measured outwardly by my smiles, my enthusiasm, my eyes.
Our precarious perch
All hope is seeded in fantasy. But it will always be a dream until it can move something in reality.
Our hope's buoyancy is dependent solely on my fantasy? I know I desperately wanted your actions to feed my hope. And sometimes they did. Then I would feel weightless and it was beautiful when it happened. It was scary though how I much I wanted from it. I couldn't micro-dose on it like you.
The clumsy dance was like getting into a pool , where you dipped a toe, maybe sat at the edge, while I tried to nonchalantly pull you into the deep end. I often wondered how uncomfortable I made you.
If given too much hope? Momentary bliss resulted- an unsustainable perfect bubble. But if I got drunk, you'd get sober.
Like that Sunday. I suffered a dopamine/reality crash amplified by your measured pull back. I didn't want the high to end. I didn't want to acknowledge that it meant so much to me, the feeding of my fantasy. In the end maybe I wasn't so alone in the pool, just alone in the deep end, where my fantasies lived.
Fragile hope will always crash to the earth, violently if overdosed on reality.
The following Saturday I asked too many questions. I pushed too hard. I popped my own hope's balloon. Fantasy leaked out slowly, my hope's helium. Each fantasy molecule bonded with each little hope supported, and together they dissipated in reality's inhospitable air. I could have hung on. Made a patch to the hole. But I was alone in the creation and care of this hope, and it felt my job to manage and mourn its demise.
To arbitrate the loss. To control this one thing, to kill a fantasy of us that had naturally become so dependent on your actions, your expressions of care for its meaning.
Even if fantasy's death could not make me fall out of love with you, deflating hope to an ephemeral context could break my addictive cycle.
It helped me see you more clearly, suddenly aware how painfully one-sided we were. How something casual and convenient was becoming far too important source of sustenance to me.
Also, it was unfair to you that nurturing hope was the sole source of my joy with you. Unspoken in its expectation, it became the lens through which I viewed my experience of knowing you. In some ways I only saw you through it, and each added detail, each input, was added to hope's balloon. When I could enrich the fantasy with elements of our shared reality, hope only grew.
There is something to be said that so far in, nothing you shared weighed or tamped my feelings down. The knowing of you only grew my feelings and hope in equal measure.
In the absence of hope, I just know you. And you know me. We are two souls who crossed paths and touched each other. Enough of an impact, we keep knowing. Hopefully we keep sharing. And I guess, I will stay in love, without hope. What is that? A willingness to hibernate? To forsake the positive feel-good outputs of the highs, in exchange for never feeling the lows? But even in its persistence, even in my refusal to let go completely I have managed to join you in reality.
A dose of reality. A twinge of regret.
It is true I have so much more feeling, stronger feelings, because I believed in fantasy. Or at least allowed it to fan my hope. The simplicity of fantasy hinged on a mutuality that has died. And we slayed that together, Saturday, May 10, 2024 on your kitchen counter. You were kind and consistent. And I really think you should reconsider finding a younger woman who could make you a father. You'd be really amazing.
Somedays though I wish I had stopped asking questions, stopped pressing for clarification, and instead asked for a band-aid. Hope was a very weightless place, and I love you from a heavier, albeit more grounded place now. Hope for more's loss is felt deeper than I expected. Whether in front of you, away from you, in the absence of thoughts of you, and in the flat reality of today.
Still I am glad I learned this lesson from you, with you. It was important one. And in my own naïveté, one I am certain could have hurt more with someone else.
Hope supported only by one person's fantasy, even if partially and sporadically reciprocated, will grow so big and mean so much- to only that one person.
I'm grateful for the bright, colorful, sweet and quiet togetherness of our moments all the same. And I know I didn't experience them alone. I just assigned them a relevance outsized for what they were.
I enjoyed sharing my hope with you. I know that you could not resist borrowing from it some days. I hope it made you feel lighter.
But its absence, it brings a new fear. Who are we to each other now? Maybe the answer is the same for you. But mine? It requires some introspection. But my fear? Well-informed acquaintances? Doesn't quite respect the love I still feel for you. Or the remaining hope that managed to survive, still clinging to my memories of shared experiences.
I am painfully aware that to truly know you is to love you. Why else would one work so hard to break down your walls if not for love. Then again, maybe if you had loved me, the walls would have crumbled automatically. I will never know, but I do know that I can feel them building back up. I don't know without hope if I'll have the effort to climb them. I know that I've committed to, but will you even want me to?
I hope we can be something more than acquaintances to each other. In the end. Whatever and whenever that is. But I do know you will get out whatever you put in. That's how balanced friendships work, right? Maybe I will finally know my worth in your eyes after all.
References
Hope for more: A terribly intoxicating hope born from our connection, everything we had shared and learned of each other, our vulnerabilities- mine effusive, yours rarer, our mutual feelings and what I assumed was mutual attraction. Fantasy: An ego fueled fuzzy dream where somehow like a Disney or Hallmark movie we rewrite our dreadful origin and something real results. Something that is as close to a real love as I've ever experienced. I'm unsure what the fantasy really was- Just that you felt the same and we acknowledged it. Maybe even broke our own rules for it. Allowed ourselves to be changed by it

Here's a link to where I originally posted this.
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/Xda-un-ppNA
Edit: Take this with like, 27 and a half grains of salt. I'm a Titan main, so lore nerds please don't put a pipe bomb in my mailbox if I get something wrong.
Edit 2: Reworked my theories on Strife (and changed its name to Strain), and Arc.
Edit 3: Reworked/added to Strand. Posted on Reddit for further review by the Destiny lore and theorycrafting community (AKA the Warlocks).
Edit 4: Reworked some structuring in the post itself. Added more/a better TL;DR section. Thought about removing this section because it's getting big.
TL;DR for subclass talk:
Maybe the subclasses are all different parts of physics guys.
Solar: Fusion (just look at the sun; it happens in the sun at ALL times)/heat
Arc: Motion/spacetime/time dilation/ movement of energy itself/"ARC-celeration"c(hehehe)/energy transfer
Void: zero point energy/gravity
Stasis: Absolute zero/stillness/fission (shattering?)
Strand: String theory (probably not)/(what I think it better represents) quantum enTANGLEment/choice
Strain/strife (possible names): entropy/no energy transfeimmovable objects, unstoppable forces, infinite masses and density etc.
Prismatic: theory of everything/unifying quantum theory (darkness) with general relativity (light?)
TL;DR for Strife/Strain supers:
TITANS: For their super they get a force field around them that absorbs damage and then explodes. The explosion stuns all 3 kinds of champions and only happens if damage is taken when shielding. Get half of super back if they take no damage.
WARLOCKS: For the Warlock super you cast a field around you that catches all projectiles shot at you and throws them back at the enemy that shot them. Basically just say "no u" to damage.
HUNTERS: You dead-on sprint through anything in your way. Doubles sprint speed at T3 mobility, but triples at T10. Downside: you can't stop running. Upside: anything you run into just sort of stops existing.
Okay, okay, I'm just going to ramble now. Take note that some terms/concepts here will feel weird and out-of-context without knowledge in these specific subjects.
Let's take a look at Void and Strand: Void could be gravity, a sort of connection that gets stronger as two objects get closer. Strand could be entanglement, a connection that forms a bond between two objects that works (spookily?) at a distance. They are both connections. Also with darkness being based around knowledge, if we look at only one of two entangled particles and it is spinning up then we can know without looking at the other particle that it is spinning down. Look at the Strand Clones; they are copies of the hunter that created them that have been entangled by the hunter. When they dodge, they create an unstable version of themselves that will explode when an enemy comes near it, or just unravel peacefully after a certain amount of time. Strand is often associated with sewing, weaving, and fabrics. Throughout other pop-culture what is also described as being sewn, weaved, or (more commonly) made of fabric? That’s right; space time. I think that strand has something to do with other timelines; other threads of existence. Perhaps the hunter pulls a specter from some other timeline to use as a weapon. (I mean what haven’t Guardians turned into weapons at this point). Maybe when Warlocks weavewalk, they enter another timeline identical to ours with a tether being cast between the two to keep them connected (if you don’t like that make up your own reason for why they stay partially visible in our world).
Alright now let's look at the easiest of the three groupings to talk about: Solar and Stasis. Solar is heat/fusion. Fusion happens in the sun and so it makes sense that solar is a subclass focusing on heat. Look at the buff "Radiant." It doesn't exactly have anything about it pertaining to fire, but I would certainly describe the sun as "Radiant." (this one's iffy but I thought I'd include it anyways). Now look at Stasis. I think that it HEAVILY relates to fission, which is (sort of but not really) the opposite of fusion. Let's look at the stasis debuff, "Slowed." This effect is the opposite of Solar's "Scorched" effect. At 100 stacks of Scorched, a target will ignite. Stars go through this same process at their birth, they slowly gather more and more mass, more and more heat, until eventually fusion happens, the star... ignites. At 100 stacks of "Slowed," however, the target freezes. Then, when damaged the target shatters, like in fission when we break atoms apart and release the energy. The target even shows this release of energy in Destiny because they glow bright then take damage. With fusion being the stronger of the two, it is certainly interesting that this season, Season of the Wish, the season before they drop the "theory of everything," Prismatic, Solar (fusion) is stronger than Stasis (fission). They might just (probably not) deliver this slap across the face in the Lightfall/Season of the Wish finale. Also on the less deep and more obvious side of things, they are both just fire and ice, I mean come on… that’s just cliche 101.
Okay moving on to Arc and Strain (my name for the 3rd Darkness subclass). This one is a bit more difficult. Arc is manifested as lightning. It's described as pertaining to motion and speed. It is "Arc-celeration." Time dilation happens when moving rapidly through space. Because space and time are the same force, the faster you move through space, the slower you move through time. This is very unintuitive, but the slower you move through time, the faster everything else moves through time (from your perspective). If you send a spaceship to the closest solar system (which is about 4 light years away) at the speed of light you will reach it in four years. Well, not really, there's also space dilation. Basically the faster you go towards something the smaller the distance between you and it. That's why a theoretical trip to another solar system at high speeds would have you decelerate after you reach the halfway point, so that you don't get farther from your destination. Satisfied sigh Oh, the complications of relativity, aren't they wonderful! Anyways back to what I was talking about: Arc transfers energy into motion and motion into energy. Thundercrash launches the Titan at high speeds until they hit something, releasing the energy as lightning, damaging the enemy. The Hunters' Arc staff deflects things by transferring their speed into energy and that energy into speed in a different direction. Warlocks use Chaos Reach to conjure stored energy and rapidly accelerate it in a beam of damaging energy. Titans' Fists of Havoc slam to the ground converting their falling momentum into damage like Thundercrash, and when they use their shoulder charge, they punch an enemy, changing their momentum into energy, and transfering that energy into a punch. Arc is energy transferal. Strain might be the opposite of energy transferal. Immovable objects, unstoppable forces, permanent momentum.
Ok ok ok... hear me out (also take these with 27 and a half grains of salt. I'm a Titan and brutality is a part of my culture.):
TITANS: For their super they get a force field tightly hugging their bodies for a short amount of time. The amount of damage they would have taken builds up and as they release this energy, they blast out in an explosion of damage that is completely unstoppable by any form of enemy with any kind of shield (it also stuns all champions). I'm talking Bubble popping power. If they take no damage, they get half of their super energy left and no explosion is caused. I call the Titans' super: UNBREAKABLE WILL
WARLOCKS: For the Warlock super you ground yourself completely and extend this unbreakable field of influence beyond allowing you to move (floating above the ground as always). ANY projectile or attack thrown at you is caught in this field and stopped until the super ends, when you unleash all of these projectiles back at the sender (if they aren't already dead). Melee attacks bounce back and damage whoever just hit you. I'm talking CATCHES Thundercrashes and turns that Titan towards any of their allies and LAUNCHES them. You are THE uno reverse card. I call the Warlocks' super: UNENDING VOLLEY
HUNTERS: You guys are the most mobile of the three classes, thus I have given you a roaming, movement-based super. You dead-on sprint through all that stands in your way. Doubles sprint speed at T3 mobility, but triples at T10 with all speeds between. Downside: you can't stop running. Upside: anything you run into just sort of stops existing. You are a living, breathing, and (most importantly) running .50 cal BMG round. Anything you can't kill in one hit you just run through allowing for another drive-by (through?) to be made. I call the Hunter's super: UNSTOPPABLE SPRINT

Now looking at Prismatic:
Prismatic is the sum of it all, it's the way that general relativity and quantum theory will eventually click into the perfect, symmetrical, equation. "The theory of everything," and "The Final Shape," kinda sound similar too. Just saying. ¯\_(-_-)_/¯
I don't have a lot on Prismatic.
All right, that's it. That's all I'll say. I could keep going. I could talk about Blink working on both Void and Arc (which I will a little anyways >:D) Void works 'cause of the physics behind hawking radiation and arc working because of what happens at "absolute fast" which is similar to absolute hot but instead the motion is given direction and not just molecules bouncing around really fast. Absolute hot is the opposite of absolute zero by the way for those that don't know. I could talk about my theory on resonance. But I won't, because this comment is already WAY TOO LONG and talking about anything more is going to make my brain start holding my heart ransom, threatening a heart attack.
That took an hour and a half to type... :/
And another half hour to edit. -_-
And another to do it again. T-T

Here's a link to where I originally posted this.
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/Xda-un-ppNA
Edit: Take this with like, 27 and a half grains of salt. I'm a Titan main, so lore nerds please don't put a pipe bomb in my mailbox if I get something wrong.
Edit 2: Reworked my theories on Strife (and changed its name to Strain), and Arc.
Edit 3: Reworked/added to Strand. Posted on Reddit for further review by the Destiny lore and theorycrafting community (AKA the Warlocks).
Edit 4: Reworked some structuring in the post itself. Added more/a better TL;DR section. Thought about removing this section because it's getting big.
TL;DR for subclass talk:
Maybe the subclasses are all different parts of physics guys.
Solar: Fusion (just look at the sun; it happens in the sun at ALL times)/heat
Arc: Motion/spacetime/time dilation/ movement of energy itself/"ARC-celeration"c(hehehe)/energy transfer
Void: zero point energy/gravity
Stasis: Absolute zero/stillness/fission (shattering?)
Strand: String theory (probably not)/(what I think it better represents) quantum enTANGLEment/choice
Strain/strife (possible names): entropy/no energy transfeimmovable objects, unstoppable forces, infinite masses and density etc.
Prismatic: theory of everything/unifying quantum theory (darkness) with general relativity (light?)
TL;DR for Strife/Strain supers:
TITANS: For their super they get a force field around them that absorbs damage and then explodes. The explosion stuns all 3 kinds of champions and only happens if damage is taken when shielding. Get half of super back if they take no damage.
WARLOCKS: For the Warlock super you cast a field around you that catches all projectiles shot at you and throws them back at the enemy that shot them. Basically just say "no u" to damage.
HUNTERS: You dead-on sprint through anything in your way. Doubles sprint speed at T3 mobility, but triples at T10. Downside: you can't stop running. Upside: anything you run into just sort of stops existing.
Okay, okay, I'm just going to ramble now. Take note that some terms/concepts here will feel weird and out-of-context without knowledge in these specific subjects.
Let's take a look at Void and Strand: Void could be gravity, a sort of connection that gets stronger as two objects get closer. Strand could be entanglement, a connection that forms a bond between two objects that works (spookily?) at a distance. They are both connections. Also with darkness being based around knowledge, if we look at only one of two entangled particles and it is spinning up then we can know without looking at the other particle that it is spinning down. Look at the Strand Clones; they are copies of the hunter that created them that have been entangled by the hunter. When they dodge, they create an unstable version of themselves that will explode when an enemy comes near it, or just unravel peacefully after a certain amount of time. Strand is often associated with sewing, weaving, and fabrics. Throughout other pop-culture what is also described as being sewn, weaved, or (more commonly) made of fabric? That’s right; space time. I think that strand has something to do with other timelines; other threads of existence. Perhaps the hunter pulls a specter from some other timeline to use as a weapon. (I mean what haven’t Guardians turned into weapons at this point). Maybe when Warlocks weavewalk, they enter another timeline identical to ours with a tether being cast between the two to keep them connected (if you don’t like that make up your own reason for why they stay partially visible in our world).
Alright now let's look at the easiest of the three groupings to talk about: Solar and Stasis. Solar is heat/fusion. Fusion happens in the sun and so it makes sense that solar is a subclass focusing on heat. Look at the buff "Radiant." It doesn't exactly have anything about it pertaining to fire, but I would certainly describe the sun as "Radiant." (this one's iffy but I thought I'd include it anyways). Now look at Stasis. I think that it HEAVILY relates to fission, which is (sort of but not really) the opposite of fusion. Let's look at the stasis debuff, "Slowed." This effect is the opposite of Solar's "Scorched" effect. At 100 stacks of Scorched, a target will ignite. Stars go through this same process at their birth, they slowly gather more and more mass, more and more heat, until eventually fusion happens, the star... ignites. At 100 stacks of "Slowed," however, the target freezes. Then, when damaged the target shatters, like in fission when we break atoms apart and release the energy. The target even shows this release of energy in Destiny because they glow bright then take damage. With fusion being the stronger of the two, it is certainly interesting that this season, Season of the Wish, the season before they drop the "theory of everything," Prismatic, Solar (fusion) is stronger than Stasis (fission). They might just (probably not) deliver this slap across the face in the Lightfall/Season of the Wish finale. Also on the less deep and more obvious side of things, they are both just fire and ice, I mean come on… that’s just cliche 101.
Okay moving on to Arc and Strain (my name for the 3rd Darkness subclass). This one is a bit more difficult. Arc is manifested as lightning. It's described as pertaining to motion and speed. It is "Arc-celeration." Time dilation happens when moving rapidly through space. Because space and time are the same force, the faster you move through space, the slower you move through time. This is very unintuitive, but the slower you move through time, the faster everything else moves through time (from your perspective). If you send a spaceship to the closest solar system (which is about 4 light years away) at the speed of light you will reach it in four years. Well, not really, there's also space dilation. Basically the faster you go towards something the smaller the distance between you and it. That's why a theoretical trip to another solar system at high speeds would have you decelerate after you reach the halfway point, so that you don't get farther from your destination. Satisfied sigh Oh, the complications of relativity, aren't they wonderful! Anyways back to what I was talking about: Arc transfers energy into motion and motion into energy. Thundercrash launches the Titan at high speeds until they hit something, releasing the energy as lightning, damaging the enemy. The Hunters' Arc staff deflects things by transferring their speed into energy and that energy into speed in a different direction. Warlocks use Chaos Reach to conjure stored energy and rapidly accelerate it in a beam of damaging energy. Titans' Fists of Havoc slam to the ground converting their falling momentum into damage like Thundercrash, and when they use their shoulder charge, they punch an enemy, changing their momentum into energy, and transfering that energy into a punch. Arc is energy transferal. Strain might be the opposite of energy transferal. Immovable objects, unstoppable forces, permanent momentum.
Ok ok ok... hear me out (also take these with 27 and a half grains of salt. I'm a Titan and brutality is a part of my culture.):
TITANS: For their super they get a force field tightly hugging their bodies for a short amount of time. The amount of damage they would have taken builds up and as they release this energy, they blast out in an explosion of damage that is completely unstoppable by any form of enemy with any kind of shield (it also stuns all champions). I'm talking Bubble popping power. If they take no damage, they get half of their super energy left and no explosion is caused. I call the Titans' super: UNBREAKABLE WILL
WARLOCKS: For the Warlock super you ground yourself completely and extend this unbreakable field of influence beyond allowing you to move (floating above the ground as always). ANY projectile or attack thrown at you is caught in this field and stopped until the super ends, when you unleash all of these projectiles back at the sender (if they aren't already dead). Melee attacks bounce back and damage whoever just hit you. I'm talking CATCHES Thundercrashes and turns that Titan towards any of their allies and LAUNCHES them. You are THE uno reverse card. I call the Warlocks' super: UNENDING VOLLEY
HUNTERS: You guys are the most mobile of the three classes, thus I have given you a roaming, movement-based super. You dead-on sprint through all that stands in your way. Doubles sprint speed at T3 mobility, but triples at T10 with all speeds between. Downside: you can't stop running. Upside: anything you run into just sort of stops existing. You are a living, breathing, and (most importantly) running .50 cal BMG round. Anything you can't kill in one hit you just run through allowing for another drive-by (through?) to be made. I call the Hunter's super: UNSTOPPABLE SPRINT

Now looking at Prismatic:
Prismatic is the sum of it all, it's the way that general relativity and quantum theory will eventually click into the perfect, symmetrical, equation. "The theory of everything," and "The Final Shape," kinda sound similar too. Just saying. ¯\_(-_-)_/¯
I don't have a lot on Prismatic.
All right, that's it. That's all I'll say. I could keep going. I could talk about Blink working on both Void and Arc (which I will a little anyways >:D) Void works 'cause of the physics behind hawking radiation and arc working because of what happens at "absolute fast" which is similar to absolute hot but instead the motion is given direction and not just molecules bouncing around really fast. Absolute hot is the opposite of absolute zero by the way for those that don't know. I could talk about my theory on resonance. But I won't, because this comment is already WAY TOO LONG and talking about anything more is going to make my brain start holding my heart ransom, threatening a heart attack.
That took an hour and a half to type... :/
And another half hour to edit. -_-
And another to do it again. T-T

I have too much free time so I created an example schedule for what I'd like to see on Nick for a weekday in ~2018 - 2019 (there's barely any variety rn so I'm just gonna base this schedule between those years)

6:00 AM - Full House or George Lopez
7:00 AM - Spongebob or Loud House (Any juggernaut show)
Nick Jr:
8:00 AM - PAW Patrol
8:30 AM - Bubble Guppies
9:00 AM - Blaze and The Monster Machines, or any of the newest cartoons airing around this time.
9:30 AM - Dora The Explorer, maybe Go, Diego, Go!
10:00 AM - Thomas & Friends
10:30 AM - Peppa Pig
11:00 AM - 2:00 PM - Repeats or reruns of shows from 8:00 AM - 11:00 AM or live actions shows, but there aren't any substantial live action shows during this time. Acquired programming shows that aren't as popular or are already cancelled like Team Umizoomi can also be aired. Maybe even a Nick Jr Rewind (so both nostalgic millennial/Gen Z parents can tune in along with their young kids) during this time, airing stuff like Blue Clues or even Pinwheel from the 70s, idk.
Nickelodeon: Juggernaut Cartoons (2:00 PM - 5:00 PM reserved for extremely popular shows to maximize ratings):
2:00 PM - SpongeBob, or acquired programming like Alvinnn!!! and the Chipmunks, Power Rangers, etc.
3:00 PM - SpongeBob; the show's usually classified eras (Seasons 1-3, 4-5, 6-8, 9-now) will each air evenly: the first three seasons along with the newer seasons (assuming SpongeBob also airs at 2:00 PM) can have one or two reruns, seasons 4 - 8 will only have a single rerun (4-5 can be an exception when 1 - 3 are done airing (shows will also air in order: from season 1 episode 1 to the latest episode; in this case of SpongeBob, the eras will air in order).)
4:00 PM - The Loud House
Nickelodeon: Premiere Cartoons (Newer Cartoons that need some spotlight, so a good time from 5:00 - 7:00 can help):
5:00 PM - Rise Of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, or any of the newest cartoons around this time.
5:30 PM - Harvey Beaks (Good show that got done dirty, so I'd personally still have it be here airing new episodes (Basically just not cancelling the show))
6:00 PM - Welcome To the Wayne
6:30 PM - Acquired programming like Alvinnn!!! and the Chipmunks, Power Rangers, etc.
Nickelodeon: Live Action Shows (Just live action stuff or any major stuff Nick wants to air, like a movie or something):
7:00 PM - Henry Danger or the newest show or around this time.
7:30 PM - Nicky, Ricky, Dicky, and Dawn
8:00 PM - The Thundermans
8:30 PM - Any game shows or miscellaneous live action show. Maybe an old sitcom like ICarly or Drake and Josh or something more recent like Big Time Rush.
Nick at Nite:
9:00 PM - Full House
9:30 PM - George Lopez
10:00 PM - Mom, or any new originals for Nick at Nite (if there should be any)
10:30 PM - Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, I guess, idk, any show can be here.
11:00 PM - Friends
11:30 PM - The Big Bang Theory, then Young Sheldon airs whenever it needs to (TBBT seemingly never aired on Nick at Nite, but Warner Bros can possibly see the potential in airing reruns on Nick at Nite)
Nick Rewind (Mainly the 90s shows):
12:00 AM - Hey Arnold!
12:30 AM - Rocko's Modern Life
1:00 AM - The Ren and Stimpy Show or Aaahh!!! Real Monsters
1:30 AM - The Wild Thornberrys or Rocket Power
2:00 AM - Catdog
2:30 AM - The Angry Beavers
3:00 AM - The Adventures of Pete & Pete, or repeats of what's been shown from 12:00 AM to 2:30 AM, some 2000s cartoons here, or the 90's sitcoms below.
3:30 AM - Kenan & Kel
4:00 AM - The Secret World of Alex Meck
4:30 AM - Welcome Freshmen
The shows above can change in what's aired. This is just what I think most of the audience during this late night would like to see - I'd love to see something like El Tiger or Catscratch, maybe just more action shows from the 2000s like Danny Phantom or MLAATR. The shows below used to be Nickelodeon's juggernauts, having them air earlier can bring in more viewership from kids that happen to wake up really early or something. Airing right as the block starts at 12:00 AM can also bring more viewers in already familiar.
5:00 AM - Rugrats, then Rugrats All Grown Up after finishing up its run.
5:30 AM - The Fairly Oddparents (Only seasons 1 - 7, maybe 8, but never 9 - 10)
6:00 - 7:00 AM can also have more recent shows from the 2010s like TMNT 2012 or Robot and Monster. Also, if it were to be the schedule of right now, probably like an hour of each Cartoon, 30 minutes for the Spongebob spinoffs, idk. If you noticed any missing time slots Spongebob at 2:00 PM then Loud House at 3:00 PM, assume that the 2:30 PM time slot is taken up by the former show.

Here's how a weekend schedule could look like:
Morning Throwback (Recent 2010s-ish cartoons no longer airing on Nick along with popular Nick shows back in the day):
6:00 AM - Rugrats
7:00 AM - The Fairly Oddparents
8:00 AM - Jimmy Neutron, then Planet Sheen after Jimmy Neutron finishes up its run.
9:00 AM - Acquired Programming like Alvin and The Chipmunks, Power Rangers, etc.
9:30 AM - Winx Club
10:00 AM - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012)
10:30 AM - Avatar: The Last Airbender, then followed up by The Legend of Korra after Avatar finishes its run.
11:00 AM - TUFF Puppy or Bunsen is a Beast
11:30 AM - Robot And Monster or failed 2010s Nick cartoons like The Breadwinners, Sanjay and Craig, etc.
Main Cartoons (An hour of each of Nick's currently airing cartoons):
12:00 PM - SpongeBob
1:00 PM - The Loud House
2:00 PM - Harvey Beaks
3:00 PM - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
4:00 PM - Welcome To the Wayne
Nickelodeon: Premiere Cartoons/Sitcoms (If there're any new premieres for any cartoons or live action shows, they can air here. Otherwise, just the same Live Action shows as before):
5:00 PM - Henry Danger
6:00 PM - Nicky, Ricky, Dicky, and Dawn
7:00 PM - The Thundermans
Nickelodeon: Movie Night (Just a random movie like they're always airing nowadays; at least not the same movies over and over)
8:00 PM to 11:00 PM - Top Gun (Rated PG apparently), or anything else from Nickelodeon's and Paramount's movie catalogue.
11:00 PM - Friends, or any new originals for Nick at Nite (if there should be any). Maybe a recent premiere of a new show from other channels like CBS, MTV, etc.
Nick Rewind (Mainly 2000s shows):
12:00 AM - Invader Zim
12:30 AM - Danny Phantom
1:00 AM - My Life as a Teenage Robot
1:30 AM - The Might B!
2:00 AM - As Told by Ginger
2:30 AM - Catscratch
3:00 AM - The X's
3:30 AM - El Tigre
4:00 AM - Back at the Barnyard
4:30 AM - Tak and the Power of Juju
5:00 AM - Mr Meaty
5:30 AM - Unfabulous