5th grade trivia questions and answers

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My History and Political Science cuet exam was held on 18/05/2024 and my centre was College of vocational Studies , Sheikh Sarai , Phase 2 , New Delhi . There was a girl who asked the invigilator the answer for an question and the inviligator told her the answer . This is totally unfair to the other students . Many people told me it's fine it was only 1 question but it is totally unfair for those children who have been preparing for this exam since weeks and some children don't even have to worry and are told answers by the invigilator themselves ,it's more shocking because it was a government college under the University of Delhi .

Hey fellow tax pros,
Thanks for the warm welcome to the community. A colleague of mine recommended this group, and I’m excited to chat with you all.
Has anyone used Ask Blue J before? My practice is pretty small (just two of us and a part-time staff member during the season). We use Parker for research and I browse Tax Notes occasionally.
I really like ChatGPT, and I recently came across Ask Blue J. It looks like it gives quick answers to client questions, and I'm thinking about doing a demo.
Before I have a demo, does anyone have any thoughts or experience with it or know if there's any other AI tools?
Thanks!

1999 2.5L 4Cyl Ranger
Tried searching for answers on here but couldn’t find any. I bought an old farm Ranger and have been fixing it up. I am wondering if the cat is clogged. I have pretty poor acceleration, very weak airflow at the end of the tailpipe, and a good amount of exhaust sound directly under the cab right at the heat shield. I understand the old 2.5 is not a speed demon, but it’s tough to keep up with traffic as it is right now.
My question is: is the cat clogged, or is this just an old, slow, motor?
If it is a clogged cat, what do you recommend?

I have an interview in a few weeks and have been supplied the questions in advance. This is something I have never come across before.
What is the best technique to approach this? I have time to write pretty detailed perfect answers but won't remember them fully in interview.
Doesn't this just make it a memory competition on who can remember their answers the best?

I’m facing a dilemma with two desires(?) clashing — one is the desire for contentment/happiness and the other, understanding/knowledge.
The question I’m first asking myself to better express the overall thought is; Do I try (or even want) to reach contentment? I don’t think I’m able to even try and find contentment. To reach contentment, I’ll have to delude myself so should I even try to? Can you reach contentment without deluding yourself? Is it possible to truly accept everything while also being happy? Do I even want to be happy? Suffering has a strange appeal but it seems to be a stepping stone to the end goal of happiness when meeting the ‘end’ (emotional state characterised by feelings of joy, satisfaction, contentment, and fulfilment).
Or should I embrace this greed for knowledge that will be impossible to obtain in a human lifetime— which is both ‘short’ and uncertain. How deep should I go in this pursuit of understanding in almost every aspect of life? Afterall it’s impossible and I’ll be left with a nagging feeling of not knowing.
I also have considered finding some comprise however that comes with considerable sacrifice…How much do I accept this and how much do I fight back? How much can I even fight back?
I’m clearly overthinking and spiralling however I cannot stop. And apologies if my thoughts aren’t structured and clear. I’m also not asking to answer my questions since they are on me to answer however any of your thoughts and advice are appreciated!

It's been awhile since we did one of these and with our community constantly growing, we get people looking to get into this space, struggling or they've made it. But I know that everyone has burning questions and we'd love to do our best to answer them.

Hi!👋🏽 I am an incoming frosh at De La Salle College of Saint Benilde in the BSBA-HRM program. I live in the province and I am new to Manila.
If any fellow senior Benildeans see this post, I have a few questions about what to expect at Benilde and what not to expect.
▫️As a freshman student in the BSBA-HRM program (Bachelor of Science in Business Administration majoring in Human Resource Management), where will my campus be located? Is it in the SDA building? ↘️ (follow-up question): ➖ If my campus is located in the SDA building (if ever), is it required to always enter the main building instead of going straight to the specific school building?
◽️Are there different designs for the school ID lanyards?
◽️As a freshman, what things are suggested to bring on the first day of class?
◽️What are the unique attributes of Benilde that make the school stand out?
◽️As an incoming 1st-year college freshman, what is the estimated class schedule?
◽️How is the grading system; is it five being the highest and one being the lowest or vice versa?
any additional comments, tips, and suggestions are welcome. 💚

Been meaning to make this post for a while now since it's highly likely my earnings has plateaued for the foreseeable future and after seeing similar progression posts on this sub. I work for a publically traded entity and an open to answering any questions I deem won't put myself at risk of being doxxed. Earnings are based on actual comp earned (rounded), excluding any value of benefits (i.e. dental) or one-time bonuses like equity. All values are in CAD.
2018: 58k
2019: 67k
2020: 80k <<<<<<< Designation Year
2021: 99k
2022: 115k
2023: 138k
2024 (projected): 152k
AMAA

Our company has built a back-end algorithm that permits structuring and analysis of large .pdf documents. The purpose is for users to be able to chat with the document by asking questions and receiving answers in a purely extractive nature. That means each answer is a specific paragraph contained in the document. More specifically, each answer contains the answer string, the page on which the string is located and the specific pdf coordinates of the string.
What I am after then is a basic front end view split into two windows, left-side displaying the pdf document and right side being an editor to input questions and receive answers. In addition to that, I would like each answer also to be dynamically highlighted in the front end hosted pdf document. Thus if a new question is raised, previous answer highlights will be removed.
Can anyone point me to a library that might offer such functionalities or does someone here feel confident to implement such a front end?
Thanks

I'm not sure if this is place to ask for help, but at this point I'm out of options.
Currently pursuing a Bachelors degree in Foundation Phase teaching, and as part of an assignment I need to interview a teacher, and I don't currently have the means to do in person interviews.
If there's anyone who can help me by answering the following questions, that would be amazing😁
1.What is the most rewarding aspect of your job?

1. Give examples of aspects of your job which are challenging.
   
2. In what way are these challenging? Explain.
   
   1. What professional standards do you draw on to guide your effectiveness as a teacher?
   2. What advice would you give to a pre-service teacher who is just starting their journey of becoming a teacher?

Hey guys! I want advice from any current medical student (or anyone whose studying a degree that needed to prove proficiency in English) whose English is not their first language. Did you guys submit your academic transcript as 'evidence' for being proficient in the language? I tried emailing admissions team and they just told me to look through the guide and didn't answer my question.

Hello, I’m not sure if this is the correct subreddit so I apologize if it isn’t but I have a few questions that I hope this subreddit would be able to answer.
When I was coming back from refilling my water bottle to my desk, I spilled water on my computer. It was uncapped and the water was freshly boiled tap water as I was planning to drink it as soon as I sat down but instead, my computer was the one who drank it.
I immediately got a towel and wiped the computer, by then, the computer screen was purple and so, I forcefully shut it down by pressing down on the power button until it turned off. After I wiped it dry of any water on the exterior of my laptop, I turned it on again but it wouldn’t turn on, in hindsight, this was a mistake as it could lead to a short circuit.
After watching a video, I took off the back panel of my computer and wiped off any water I could see, I then unplugged the power supply and tried to unscrew my secondary SSD but couldn’t as the screws were stripped.
Right now, my computer is sitting on a towel rack with a fan blowing air directly underneath it, I’m planning to go to a HP service center tomorrow morning but was wondering if I can do anything else to increase the chances of my computer being operable again.
If possible, not anything to technical as I’m just a normal person with not a lot of experience with hardware, the only experience I have is adding a new SSD and upgrading my ram.
Thank you.

I not sure if this story belong her or in AITA. Lets start with a bit of background. I work for a very big company but due to my speciality my work is split across the main company and one of the smaller companies. The MD of the main company allows my days to be split in half. The big company is very laid back when it comes to my work. As long as my work is done by the deadline date, they pretty much don’t care what I do during the work week. In the smaller company I report to the C-suite but the CEO. Lets call the CEO, RA ‘cos the sun doesn’t rise until he gets out of bed. RA is most interested in what I do during the day. If I didn’t know better I’d say that RA thinks that I don’t work but sit around playing computer games all day. RA send anything 20 – 30 emails to me per day and more than half will be the same question just phrased differently. Each email response is usually anything from 2 – 5 typed pages. I have even had emails sent to me at 11 Pm and at 8:30 the following morning an email asking why I haven’t responded to the previous email. If I am asked the same question multiple times I ignore the majority of the emails and only answer the question once. When I am working I need to concentrate and most days I close my email client so that I’m not disturbed. Last Monday, I’m working quite happily and I get a WhatsApp from asking me to please read an email and respond post haste (to quote RA). I stop what I am doing as I get the sinking feeling that something bad is about to happen. As per usual there are 30 emails from RA. The first email starts off by stating “You must always answer emails as quickly as possible as it is unprofessional and shows disrespect to the writer of the email.” Cue Malicious Compliance I stop what I am doing and start to respond to each email individually making sure that my answers to the same questions are different. I further indicate that I only work for him half day and will stop my work at exactly the middle of the work day. I spend the next day and a half responding to emails and not doing my work, even though there is a deadline looming for RA and his little company. These days when I walk into the office in the morning RA seems to have spent the entire night responding to the emails and in the process dragging other members of staff into the email trail and the email is getting so complex that I don’t know what’s going on. Yesterday, I was expected to have finished RA’s work and when asked to present the outcome, I simply said that I had not finished. When asked why, my response was that I was so busy responding to emails I wasn’t able to do the work. RA lost his mind and started to threaten me with being fired. He said that there was a customer that was waiting for the result of my work. He then asks why was emails put above doing my work and all I did was produce a copy of the email. My Boss from the big company was also present and all she did was laugh. She then told RA that I will no longer do any work for his company and he must find somebody else.

Hi! I’m so sorry if this question has already been answered but I applied for merch licensing in March and it’s been over two months - I’m wondering if any recently licensed merch sellers could tell me how long it took to hear back? I know her licensing email says it can take several months. Just want to see if I should send a follow-up email! Thank you in advance for your answers!

Hi, I am currently doing a project on BMET's and was wondering if anyone can answer these questions :D 1. Can you describe your typical day-to-day responsibilities in this role? 2. What skills or qualities do you think are essential for success in this profession? 3. What are the biggest challenges facing this industry today? 4. How do you stay motivated? 5. Do you have to work with professionals in differentiating fields?
Thank you if you choose to answer these questions, I appreciate it.

Link for all the chapters available here: Engines of Arachnea on Royal Road
“That’s strange,” Exar said a minute later, “I’m not picking up any of the satellite constellations. If it was just one of them knocked out, I’d put it down to a scheduled maintenance. But all of em? Fishy, that’s what it is.”
“I don’t understand,” Rene’s spirits plummeted at the news. He should have known it wouldn’t be so easy.
“Me neither, chief. But take it easy!” Exar assured him, “There’s an easy fix for that. Just hike me up someplace with better reception. Any place where we can get above all these damn trees is good.”
“I’m afraid that’s not exactly an option, noble Exar.”
Rene briefly summarized the situation, filling in the details whenever Exar interrupted him with a question, which was not often.
“Got it,” Exar said after listening attentively, “In short, you’ve got a tribe of devolved humanoids on your tail, also infected by the same parasitoids as our young miss over here. Comms are down, and our closest exfil point is at least thirty-nine klicks due southeast, where our friends, ‘the Fleet’, will be waiting for you.”
“How did you measure the distance so precisely?” Rene asked.
“The T.O.R.U. you were piloting is currently in power cycling mode, but it’s still sending out its mayday message for the repair crews. Judging by the fact that it ejected us via safety pod, the unit must’ve suffered potentially catastrophic damage to its subsystems. Not to worry, though. My inbuilt Geiger counter just gave the all-clear, so there was no meltdown in the reactor core.”
“The most pressing issue is that you have less than 72 hours’ worth of fungicidal doses left, and nothing with which to defend yourself but the monomachete from your kit. In addition, this young lady—”
“Zildiz,” Rene supplied him.
“My bad—Zildiz. I like it, very exotic. Zildiz belongs to a culture which behaves aggressively towards Exodus Industries development projects here on the ground. That everything?” Exar briskly concluded.
Rene nodded. Exar then immediately began outlining a plan of action. Their first priority was to gain altitude and establish communication with ‘Exodus Industries’, an entity which Rene assumed was the ancestor-gods’ equivalent to Fleet Command.
Exar would then signal for help using the spinning bowl (which it referred to as an ‘allcomm antenna’) and an interstellar shuttle would be sent to transport them to the one of the moons.
The moons! Rene was giddy at the prospect of becoming the first man to have returned to mankind’s celestial origin. He tried not to get his hopes too high, however, knowing life’s avowed fondness for ruining every dream a man ever had.
Failing that, Exar would use the high vantage point to triangulate their position using nearby geographic landmarks. Once they had their bearings, it would be a simple matter of hiking over to the nearest hardened base and knocking on the airlock doors.
“I must say, you’re taking all this bad news remarkably in stride, wise Exar,” he told the beeping sphere.
“Oh, puh-leeze! This ain’t my first rodeo, pardner. We E.X.A.R. units have dealt with far worse in our time.”
“Really? Worse than Arachnea?”
“Oh, is that what the kids are calling this place these days? Sure is catchier than 65 Syngman Bb, lemme tell ya. But yeah, this here is nuthin.”
Exar chuckled, a child amused by the backwardness of his senile grandparents.
“Alien plague strains from the thawed-out heart of an asteroid. Cosmophage armadas unleashed by rogue A.I. Not to mention all those privateer raids on the fringes of Pact space. We’ve dealt with them all, helped people survive through the worst the galaxy can throw at them. And with 95% success rate, too, if I may add,” Exar said somewhat immodestly, “Anywho, that’s enough of me jawing. Let’s go mobile, chief.”
“What, right now?”
“The mist’s our best shot, bo-sing. Natural concealment. No telling how long it’ll last.”
Before they left, Rene had Exar explain the functions of all the tools in the kit. The sphere confirmed what Rene had suspected: the slate fed on the radiance of the suns. Exar called it a ‘solar cell panel’. In turn, the pronged cords attached to the solar cell could transfer energy to artefact he wanted to use.
He connected the panel to the mysterious gauntlet with the underslung pipe, which Exar informed him was a ‘laser designator’, a tool meant for guiding in airdropped supplies or flying machines.
“It also doubles as a heat source. Just up the wattage on that sucker with the slide wheel on the edge of the hand. See it?”
Rene put on the gauntlet and activated it by means of a green switch under the thumb. A tight needle of red light shone from the tube, and Rene understood that it was basically like the electrochemical torches that miners used. When he adjusted the slide wheel the needle of light narrowed and grew brighter. Where it touched the granite walls of the burrow there, sour-smelling wisps of smoke rose.
Hot enough to scorch stone? He would have to be careful where he pointed this.
“Go easy on it, though,” Exar advised him, “That kinda power output will drain the juice in a jiffy.”
“The juice?” Rene repeated stupidly.
Exar made it clear to him that the artefacts could store ‘the juice’ from the panel. Moreover, the panel could be mounted on the front or the back of the jumpsuit by means of the same backpack rigging that held the breathing apparatus, allowing the user to collect the juice and charge up to two devices (Exar included) even while on the move. Even the bulky survival kit could be could be fastened to his loadout with a set of clasps at the bottom of the pack which Rene hadn’t noticed.
“As for me, I can hitch a ride on your backpack as well,” Exar told him brightly. And indeed, there was a spherical indentation above the breathing apparatus where Exar could fasten himself in with his stubby spike legs.
Rene whistled appreciatively at the compact nature of the jumpsuit’s design; the entire survival kit was so cleverly put together, a testament to the ancestor-gods’ practical mindset.
He secured his gear, choosing to split the juices between Exar and the gauntlet, and got ready to leave. Rene crouched at the hatch of the burrow like a man in a trench waiting for the shrill whistle that would propel him up and over into the desolate no-man’s land.
Then he noticed Zildiz still huddled in place, not even daring to look at him or the talking sphere. Rene had originally been grateful that Exar’s appearance had shut her up, but this state of catatonic shock of hers worried him.
“Coming?” he asked her.
“I’m not going anywhere with that…that thing!” she stated categorically.
“Was it something I said?” Exar sounded hurt.
“The simulacrum said it would cut me out of my exomorph. That would kill me, Fleet-man.”
“Madame, I got no intention of hurting you!” Exar protested, “But the fact is, you’re sick. The parasite’s attached to so many of the organs in your body, that I fear that it’s totally coopted their functions. Our people have the technology to reverse all that.”
“I will not heed the promises of a slaved intelligence!” she snapped.
Their argument was interrupted by a chorus of hair-raising screams from the jungle beyond. Even in those guttural, inhuman voices there was no mistaking the notes of grief and rage.
“They’ve found Kryptus,” Rene surmised, “Just like you said they would.”
“I take it the natives are restless,” Exar tittered nervously, “Tailo, methinks we gotta go.”
Rene saw Zildiz hesitate, weighing the balance of her fears and forming an internal consensus. He made a move to tip the scales in his favor, and spoke to her from the heart:
“Zildiz. I swear to you that as long as it is within my power to protect you, I will not allow you to come to harm. You are a prisoner of penultimate importance to the Fleet. I’d sooner die than fail in my mission to get you back to civilization. If you doubt my intentions, consider the fact that nobody in their right minds would’ve tried so hard to keep you alive, not unless they have very good reasons to do so.”
“I am not like the Leapers or your people, the Gallivants. I am a soldier of the Fleet, and my priority is the continuation of my species—our species,” he added firmly, “Now, I can’t begin to imagine what horrors and depravities your kind have suffered these past few centuries, or what the Vitalus has taught you to believe. But in my mind, we are all one people under the same god. If that god is the Vitalus, then it is clear that he hates us. Why else would he, in all his supposed omnipotence, condemn us to live in this unending state of warfare and ignorance? Why does he forbid the full use of the human intellect, the sole source of our comfort and security in an uncaring universe? Why must he despise us so?”
“I don’t know the answers to those questions. But I do know this: I do not hate you, Zildiz of the Gallivants. In fact, I would very much like to help you. Will you let me do that?”
Rene stood up and lifted the hatch, turning to offer her a hand.
“Besides! If you come with me, we can go ask the gods in person.”
This is certainly new, Zildiz thought, unsure of what to make of Rene’s offer. His suggestion of a pan-kindred alliance bound together by their shared ancestry was ridiculous, of course. She knew enough of the mathematical models and the general principles of nature to know that such an undertaking was doomed by definition. And yet here was an opportunity unlike any other.
Rene meant to take her to one of the last remaining holdfasts of the Betrayers. Who would have thought that those ancient demons were still clinging on to life, lurking in some nameless abyss, waiting for their chance to wreak one final act of vengeance upon an unsuspecting Arachnea.
And here she was, uniquely placed to destroy them all in one fell stroke. Once she was nestled in that abode of evil, a single transmission from her magnetosynaptic organ to the Vitalus was all it would take to bring Its righteous fury down upon them.
The rewards would be immense. At the very least they would make her a Matriarch. Her gilt helix would live on forever in the generations to come, her legacy enshrined in the undying architecture of the genome. Her children would never go hungry or cold for the rest of their lives. She and her brood could have their pick of exomorph grafts.
Infrared eyes for night stalking, hypo thorax stabilizer tendons for prolonged flight, extra waste ducts, subdermal heat signature regulators, biochemical afterburners to add thrust, not to mention a whole slew of offensive weaponry—nothing would be off the table!
All she had to do was take Rene’s hand.
She did. The Fleet-man lifted her up out of the burrow, trying not to look too surprised at her acceptance.
A very naïve race, she decided. He caught her calculating gaze and must have mistaken it for the beginnings of friendship, for he said:
“Glad to have you aboard, Zildiz. Now let’s get the hell out of here.”
Link for all the chapters available here: Engines of Arachnea on Royal Road

Standing in the shoulders of giants https://www.reddit.com/learnprogramming/comments/afucb7/another_frustrated_rant_about_stackoverflow/ I come here once more to rant about stackoverflow. I have asked a handful of questions in there already, and some of the even get downvoted, never knew why.
I mean, a question is a question, it is always worth answering. Now people in there will find a minor comma in your question that for them disqualify it entirely, just gross.
You can't this, can't that and even get your question deleted altogether from time to time. I am no beginner in embedded systems, and even then get destroyed by people with more "reputation" than me, just because.
Recently asked this question https://stackoverflow.com/questions/78480427/writing-device-driver-for-rotary-encoder-on-pic16f that was closed because I was "seeking recommendations for software libraries, tutorials, tools, books, or other off-site resources", but I WAS NOT. just outrageous.

The twin suns of the alien planet were high in the sky outside your window. Birds with four wings chirped and flitted between shoulder high blades of purple grass. Outside your kitchen window a brook babbled quietly between enormous trees twice the size of the giant sequoias of Earth. In the distance you could hear a few of your fellow colonists chatting cheerily. The BUZZ of your communicator interrupted the moment. It read:

Congratulations! The Colonial Supercomputer has located a suitable mate for you. He will arrive in fourteen (14) standard days. His information is as follows:

Category	Specifications
Name	Dr. Paul Stevens
Age	29
Education	PhDs in Astronomy, Astrometrics, and Physics
Height	6'6
Weight	195
Flaccid Length	6.9''
Average Seminal Emission (Volume)	testing error
Average Seminal Emission (Frequency)	3.2 Per Standard Rotation

Paul enjoys nature, good food, a good book, and everything to do with the stars. Please prepare for your mate's arrival. Contact the Colonial Authority if you have any questions.

A picture of a ruggedly handsome man with wavy, dirty blond hair, green eyes, and just a bit of stubble followed the message. His eyes were warm and friendly, as was his soft smile.
Aboard the colonial transport starship, Ares, Paul and a few hundred other male colonists had woken from cryosleep just a few weeks ago. It had taken Paul a few days to adjust, but anti-atrophy system that had been developed a few years ago was really working wonders. He felt stronger than ever. He was playing Spaceball with his friends in the gym when he got the notification.
"Here! Pass!" His friend Tom shouted. Paul threw him the ball. Tom dodged by one opponent, turned as he was blocked by another, and through the ball back to Paul who was now in full sprint. Paul caught the ball in midair and immediately threw it at full speed toward the goal. The BUZZ of the goal sounded almost at the same time as Paul's communicator. Paul wiped sweat from his forehead as he high fived Tom and looked down at his communicator. His heart skipped three beats. He had been matched. His heart pounded more and more as he read your profile. His jaw visibly dropped when he got to your photo.
"Hey man! What's up?" Mark, another friend, walked up to Paul and clapped him on the back as he looked over Paul's shoulder. He immediate saw what was 'up' and he let out a dramatic. "Damn... son! Good for you!"
The rest of the guys ran up to peep over my shoulder. Various comments filtered through. "She is fucking gorgeous," "Holy fucking shit dude," and "You lucky bastard," were some of them.
Finally the guys got back to the game, but Paul's mind never left the profile on his phone or the photo. His head was in the clouds and amongst the stars the rest of the day as he showered after the game, ate dinner, and worked half-heartedly on his usually consuming research.
Paul and the other three guys that he shared quarters with finally went to bed. He took one more glance at your profile as the lightest went out and he tucked himself in his twin-sized bunk cut out from the wall. He drifted off peacefully to sleep to the gentle hum of the engines. He dreamed of the woman in his match message, his future mate. At around 2:00 a.m., the bulge between his legs swelled as he dreamed. The soft fabric of his pajama pants shifted and rose, and rose, and rose... Soon his bedsheets were a mountain in the darkness of the bed quarters. And Paul dreamed even more vividly of his mate. The bulging mountain tensed and shuddered visibly. And then again. And again even more powerfully. A moment later, wetness soaked his pajama bottoms and then the bedsheets over them. The wetness flowed and spread. More, and more and more, until it oozed to cover a large portion of the lower half of the bed. As it finished the outline of a raging hard penis was clearly shown by the soaked bedsheet and pajams clinging to it. Paul simply smiled in his sleep and rolled over. He would have to change, shower, and wash his bed sheets in the morning. Along with enduring some playful teasing from his roommates. But Paul was the happiest man in the universe.
Two weeks later.
It was another beautiful day on the alien planet. It was the day Paul and the other male passengers of the Ares arrived. Paul waved goodbye to his friends as he followed the map on his datapad to your home. He passed an elk like creature with antlers almost the size of its body that was grazing between the trees huge trees. Paul's jaw almost never left the grown as his eyes passed from one alien wonder to the next. Finally he arrived outside your front door, his heart racing. He knocked twice firmly. His deep voice followed. "Hello. It's Paul, Paul Stevens."
Hello! I thought it would be fun to set a smutty, romantic romp on an alien world.
I was also toying with the idea of our characters being somehow genetically enhanced to make them sexy as fuck, which explains Paul's absurd statistics early in the prompt. I am happy to discuss that though. Perhaps they are just hot from centuries of natural selection. Perhaps they were engineered from birth to be perfect space colonists, or perhaps they were given genetic treatment while in cryostasis on the journey, or we can totally ignore the issue and just have them be hot for hotness sake! I do like the idea of our characters being very attractive though. I also have to say I am a HUGE fan of big boobs and big booties.
I know I wrote your part in second person, and mine in third person. I am happy to write my character in either first or third person. I am also happy to write the parts of third party characters that flit in and out of our story, and I would be happy if you also share the burden!
Another idea that might be fun to explore is if additional "mates" are added to our "family" at some point. Not sure on this, happy to hear your thoughts if you are interested.
Some other kinks and interests that may work for the story: detailed writing, creative writing partners, fit characters, big tits, big butts, big cock, lots of cum, passionate fucking, outdoor sex, group sex (when it fits the story), voyeurism, exhibitionism, playful competition and comparison, and I am sure much more!
Limits: noncon, violence, poop, animals, underage, anything else gross or illegal.
Let me know your ideas, or feel free to just jump write in where I left off and answer the door!
I prefer to write by PM, by chat and discord also work. Hope to hear from you soon!

Hi!
I'm a first-time buyer who is looking to buy the Marvel Vs Capcom 2 cabinet.
I live in a condo complex with a common mailroom, so I'm trying to avoid thievery and minimize parts broken in shipping.

1. Does the cabinet ship in discrete packaging? (lol)
2. Do you recommend a pick-up from Best Buy to avoid breakage from shipping?

Thank you in advance for answering these rookie questions!

I (21F) started seeing this guy (21M) about a month ago. We've gone on some romantic dates and he seems to like me a lot. He got out of a 2 year relationship about 3 months ago so I was not expecting a lot from this. Side note - I have been obsessed with this guy who goes to a nearby school that I have seen on and off for about 3 years, but never in the context of a real relationship. Our last contact was more than a month ago when I reached out and we talked for a second before he left me a dry message that I did not respond to.
I've alluded to my obsession with this guy in passing, just that I'm also kinda hung up on someone in a similar way he is to his ex. He asked one time if I still thought about him to which I answered truthfully, yes, daily, it's a real obsession and one that I hate having. This made him quite upset and he was seriously considering not continuing to see me, which I totally understand. We seemed to have come to the conclusion that we would continue seeing each other as we had been and that it was too early on to make rash decisions about this. He said that he would talk to his therapist and might change his mind in the coming days. We had agreed to be exclusive earlier, which is not an official boyfriend-girlfriend agreement, but one that requires we not sleep with other people. In the morning, he said that he wouldn't change his mind and that we would continue business as usual.
A few days later I get a text from the other guy (22M) asking to get coffee to catch up sometime. It was a text I've been wanting for a while. I was shocked and didn't know whether I should ignore the text, respond but decline, or agree to see him. I went back and forth for a while, mainly because I am so scared of hurting who I am seeing. Despite my hesitation, I've agreed to see him for coffee. A part of me sees this meeting as being helpful. Perhaps it would take off the veil of my fantasy towards this guy? Or maybe ending things on my terms will be beneficial? He is leaving for the summer so it would not make sense to pursue him seriously.
My question is whether I should tell the guy that I am seeing. Since I regretfully disclosed my obsession, he would not be thrilled about this coffee meeting. He would likely be upset and try to prevent it. I'm definitely not going to engage in anything sexual with this guy. I feel like if I did tell him and he tried to stop it from happening, I would resent him and regret not going anytime I didn't get along with this guy. I could also tell him after I do it, but still I don't know if it would be beneficial or necessary to tell him everything. I feel skeevy about the whole thing but I do really like this guy but also feel the need to see this other guy for coffee.
TL;DR: To tell or not tell about coffee with an ex

So I (F27) and my husband (M32) have been together for a little over 5 years. In that 5 years I have worked with him and his dad about 3 times.
His dad fired me the first time I worked with them as "it just isn't working out". It wasn't working out because I didn't have anything to do and he was mad I just sat there even though I had done everything.
The second time I worked with them I quit. My husband became very difficult at work and home. He would also try to "relay" information to me that his dad told me. When I would ask questions, he would make up answers because his dad and his conversation didn't get that far. Example: he would tell me his dad wants me to look at food truck ideas. I would ask what kind of food truck is it that he wants, he would say hamburgers, I'd talk to his dad the next day and his dad would say he was only thinking about it and isn't ready to do research yet and that he does not want anything to with hamburgers.
This time I'm "working" with them and my job is basically to watch our 1 year old and keep track of job expenses. It's not a lot, but I manage. I was just informed that once my other children are out of school that I am not to come back because it is too hard for my husband and FIL to work due to them wanting to spend time with the baby.
It's not my fault that they can't prioritize. Not to mention they rarely do anything with the baby as they ARE working. My husband gets mad if I ask him for help or a diaper while he is in the office because he is "working". So now they are basically taking away my income to split between the both of them and have told me to stay home with the baby.
I have depression and a lot of it stems from being home consistently and feeling trapped. So we are losing $200 a week and the little adult interaction I get is going away too.
I am starting to wish I never had kids because I can't work or do anything because we can't afford daycare, the two older ones (they were kind of adopted) the dad rarely pays child support and their mom will never help with them as she's on drugs, the older ones also refuse to do basic chores, even when I'm working (full time/part time/any amount) the responsibility of the kids is solely on me, I have to constantly fight with my 3 kids dad because 2 of them are behind and he doesn't want to believe it, he's also trying to force me to home school them and I am no teach, and then the baby is 100% on me regardless of whether my husband is home. He wants to play his games or whatever. He refuses to get up with the baby in the morning and wants me to wake him uo for work and if I need help, but even when I do he WONT get up.
I'm at my wits end. I'm spiraling and holding on for dear life at this point. I'd never say this anywhere else. I hate I feel this way and just wish I could disappear. I'm burnt out.