Sizing split air conditoners

So this is just his zanpakto, shikai and banki, I would love some criticism or ideas for it!
Zanpakutō: 灰 Hai (Ashes) Sealed Form: In its sealed state, Hai takes the form of an elegant Chinese smoking pipe made of dark wood and inlaid with intricate silver designs. When used, it emits a fragrant, smoke that changes in effect depending on what incense is being burned in it
Shikai (Initial Release): 燃え殻 Moegara (Cinders) Release Command: "Engulf, Moegara" Then blowing into the pipe and being encased in smoke
Appearance: Upon activation, Moegara transforms into a Chinese curved sword (dao) with a flat tip. The blade constantly gives off thin wisps of gray smoke, and its surface has an ashen, burnt appearance.
Abilities: 1. Enmu no Ken (煙霧の剣, "Blade of Smoke"): The sword can release concentrated bursts of smoke that obscure the user's movements, allowing them to attack unseen. This smoke can be manipulated to create illusions, making it difficult for opponents to discern real attacks from false ones. 2. Shounetsu Kaen (焼熱火炎, "Scorching Flame"): The blade can ignite with intense, cinder-like flames that burn at extremely high temperatures. Striking an opponent leaves burning cinders embedded in their wounds, causing continuous damage. 3. Kemuri no Dōka (煙の導火, "Smoke Command"): The user can command the smoke to form various shapes and structures, such as barriers, weapons, or tendrils, allowing for both offensive and defensive maneuvers.
Bankai (Final Release): すべてを飲み込む深淵 Subete o Nomikomu Shin'en (All Consuming Abyss)
Activation: dropping the tip of the Shikai blade into the ground, billowing smoke encircles the user and the target in a 100-meter space.
Appearance: In its Bankai form, the Zanpakutō becomes a long chokutō with a blade as black as pitch, constantly giving off a fragrant, black smoke that seems to absorb light and make ally’s feel more awake and able to proses things faster, and makes enemy’s dizzy and experience vertigo
Abilities: 1. Mugen Enmu (無限煙霧, "Infinite Smoke Haze"): The smoke within the 100-meter area becomes incredibly dense and impenetrable, making it impossible to see. This smoke also has a hallucinogenic effect, causing enemies to see and hear illusions, making it difficult to trust their senses. 2. Kaji no Kokkai (火事の黒灰, "Inferno of Black Ash"): The user can create vast clouds or small pinprick sized balls (any shape and size really) of black ash that, upon contact with a surface or enemy, ignite into intense, all-consuming flames. These flames are black and smokey, capable of incinerating anything they touch. The ash can be scattered at will, creating a devastating, large-scale area attack. 3. Enryū Enkai (煙竜炎界, "Smoke Dragon's Flame Realm"): The user can summon a massive dragon made entirely of black smoke and cinders. This dragon can breathe the all consuming black flames and sweep across the battlefield, creating trails of fire and ash wherever it goes. The dragon can also act as an extension of the user’s will, attacking enemies, defending the user, and manipulating the battlefield. 4. Shōnetsujigoku (焦熱地獄, "Scorching Hell"): The ground within the smoke-filled area heats up, turning into a landscape of burning cinders and ash. This makes the terrain hazardous, burning anyone who steps on it except the user. 5. Kemuri no Kyōka (煙の教化, "Smoke Creation"): The user can create constructs from the smoke, such as weapons, creatures, or even structures. These constructs are solid and can be used for various purposes, including attacking, defending, or trapping opponents. 6. Yami no Shihai (闇の支配, "Command of Darkness"): The user can command the smoke to bind and control opponents, restricting their movements and sapping their strength. This ability allows the user to dominate the battlefield, manipulating both the environment and their enemies.
Special Techniques: 1. "Shin'en no Saisei" (深淵の再生, "Abyssal Rebirth"): * By channeling their spiritual energy, the user can create a massive wave of black smoke and cinders that engulfs the entire battlefield. This wave purifies everything in its path, erasing injuries, poisons, and negative effects for the user and their allies, while devastating enemies caught within it. After the wave passes, the battlefield is left in a serene, ash-covered state, with the fragrant smoke lingering in the air as a sign of the user's dominance. 2. "Enmu no Kyokō" (煙霧の虚構, "Illusory Haze of Smoke"): * This technique creates a reality-distorting effect within the 100-meter smoke-filled area. The user can manipulate the perception of space and time within this zone, causing enemies to experience distorted reality. Distances become deceptive, making it appear as if objects and attacks are closer or farther than they actually are. Time can seem to slow down or speed up for the opponents, disorienting them and making coordinated responses difficult. This distortion of reality is enhanced by the hallucinogenic properties of the smoke, making it nearly impossible for enemies to discern truth from illusion. The user remains unaffected, allowing them to navigate and strike with precision amidst the chaos.

I'm posting this here, coz for some odd reason, this itinerary gets rejected by the filters at the JapanTravel itinerary. Kinda annoying coz it's the 3rd time my post got rejected.
Japan trip is coming soon, hope you could provide feedback on my itinerary. There are some stuff that are "fixed" but most can be adjusted, particularly the Tokyo leg of the trip.
Sendai Leg:
Day 1
Flight to Osaka (KIX), 9am arrival, immigration
2-3pm Flight to Sendai (from KIX), airport to Sendai station
Check in to hotel, explore area
Day 2
9am-2pm Pokemon Go event at Nanakita Park
Afternoon: Zuihoden and Loople
Day 3
9am Matsushima bay tour, Godaido, Zuiganji
Oku-Matsushima trail (I found out that this is more of a whole day activity)
2nd option:
Shiroshi Castle, Hitome Sembonzakura
Day 4
8am Yamadera temple, Rinnoji temple
Afternoon: Zuihoden and Loople (If Day 2 is very busy for the event)
Kyoto/Osaka/Nara leg:
Day 5
9am Train From Sendai to Tokyo, Tokyo to Kyoto
1-2pm Check-in to hotel, explore the area (not sure if I can squeeze in an activity in this part)
6-8pm Pokemon Center Kyoto, dinner
Day 6-7
Arashiyama Tour (Bamboo Forest, Tenryu-ji, Monkey Park), Kinkaku-ji, Kyoto imperial palace, Nishiki Market, Gion, Ginkaku-ji, Fushimi Inari Taisha
Note: I'm trying to split the activities to 2 days depending on the area where the places are located
Day 8
Nara Tour: Todaiji and Kasuga Taisha temple, Nara Park, Isuien Garden
Day 9
Osaka Tour: Osaka Castle, Umeda Sky Tower, Dotonbori, Pokemon Center Osaka, Dinner
Tokyo leg
Day 10
Check out of Hotel
Train from Kyoto to Tokyo
Check in to Hotel (Shinjuku area)
Golden Gai, Ni-Chome
Day 11
Shinjuku Gyoen, Hanazono Shrine, Tokyo Metropolitan Building
Ikebukuro, Pokemon Center Mega Tokyo
Day 12
Tokyo Disney Sea
Option: Nagano Day trip: Suwa Lake, Tateshi Park (from the movie "Your Name")
Day 13
Asakusa, Tokyo Sky Tree, Pokemon Center Sky Tree
Day 14
Meiji Shrine, Harajuku, Shibuya Crossing, Pokemon Center Shibuya
Day 15
Ueno Park, Imperial Palace, Pokemon Center Tokyo DX, Akihabara, Roppongi Hills Mori Tower
Day 16
Chureito Pagoda, Lake Kawaguchi
Optional: FujiQ Nigijen No Mori
Day 17
Hakone Day trip: Hakone Shrine, Lake Ashi, Owakudani, Hakone Open Air Museum
Day 18
Whole day to explore, Tokyo Tower
Checkout of hotel
6pm Train to Haneda airport
explore airport
11pm - flight
Notes:

• The Pokemon Event in Sendai is fixed coz it's a ticketed event. This is also the reason why there is a Sendai Leg of the trip, and that's why there's an awkward train route from Sendai to Kyoto. The practical route is Sendai > Tokyo > Kyoto/Osaka/Nara, but I wanted to end my trip in Tokyo.
  
• I'm not totally sure if I want to do a Tokyo Disney Sea (I was only tempted because of the newly opened Fantasy Springs), but because my visit to Japan is close to the opening, I figured it would be a bit busy and tickets would be difficult to get. I'm not really a theme park person coz I find it more for groups and families kind of activity. That's also the reason why I skipped USJ and the Nigijen no Mori in Awaji theme park in Hyogo (originally part of the Kyoto/Osaka/Nara leg).
  
• The Tokyo leg of the trip is not final, it still feels a bit messy, I just clubbed activities where the locations are near each other.
  
• I have a full day on the last day, so I could use it to do a "chill" tour of the city before I leave for the airport, and then relax at the airport before the flight.
  

30F
Running history
Ran cross country in high school. 4K PR 17:29 (7:02/mile), 3 mile PR 22:03 (7:21/mile). I didn't do any training in the off season.
Annoyingly, I never actually raced a 5K during high school cross country. We did one three mile race each year, the rest of our races were 4K's.
Started running again April 2023 to train for a sprint triathlon.
Mileage by Month Graph
https://imgur.com/a/TRItqf8
Race results

Month	Race Type	Time	Weather	Notes
April 2023	5K	24:59 (8:02/mile average)	30 degrees, 17 mph NW wind, 86% humidity	Negative splits. Felt good, didn't take this too seriously.
June 2023	3 miles	23:01 (7:40/mile average)	70 degrees, 7 mph S wind, 56% humidity	Positive splits. Very hard, didn't feel great.
August 2023	5k, part of a sprint triathlon	23:23 (7:31/mile average)	70 degrees, cloudy, 3 mph wind NW, 73% humidity	Negative splits. Hard but felt good. Garmin measured this course as short. Garmin 5K time is 23:53 (I kept running after crossing the finish).
November 2023	5 mile trail	42:27 (8:29/mile average)	39 degrees, 14 mph SSE wind, 65% humidity	Positive splits. Very hard. Garmin recorded this as 5.20 miles. Took three week off from training in September due to a vacation.

May 2024 Goal 5K
After the November five miler, I settled on a new goal: beat my high school running performance. I decided to define this as running a 5K at a pace equivalent to my three mile PR in high school. This equals a 5K time of 22:35.
In December, I added kettlebell strength training twice a week. I upped my mileage and ran six days a week. Generally, I ran three easy six mile days, one easy 8 mile, one easy long run between 10-14 miles, and two workouts a week. The workouts were usually one hill, and the other was usually tempo or intervals. Generally my typical easy running pace was anywhere from 9:20-10:30/mile. I probably ran some intervals and hills too hard. I also didn't dedicate enough time to warm ups or cool downs.Garmin VO2 max increased to 52 in December and 53 in March. Finally, I signed up for a May 2024 5K race.
Last 11 weeks of weekly mileage: 44, 45, 47, 46, 20 (vacation), 42, 41, 38, 28, 29 (vacation half this week), 18 (vacation half this week).
I mostly avoided injury. There was a week I did two hard workouts on consecutive days, and that left my knee hurting for about a week, but thankfully I recovered. I also occasionally struggled with a side stitch/pain on my right side.
Lessons learned: it got really hard to prioritize running and workouts during vacation, and as the weather got nicer in my area I started to get busier too. I think my training peaked too early and tapered off too strongly.
I did get a Garmin 5K PR of 23:26 on a 4/30 training run which left me feeling confident. The workout was 5 1K's with two minute rest in between, and I ran the 1K's at the following paces: 7:11, 7:07, 7:00, 6:55, 6:42. However, a different workout the next week left me demoralized after it was much harder than I anticipated.
Race Day
The few days leading up to the race, I was quite nervous. A big concern of mine was peeing my pants. This happened during my high school three mile PR. At that time I was also on my period, so I was hoping to write off the experience as a weird one off related to menstruation. I was also quite worried about getting a debilitating side stitch, as that happened during one of my last few training runs. I focused on drinking a lot of water in the few days leading up to the race, as I theorized the side stitch came on due to dehydration. I slept well the week of the race.
Race day weather: 65 degrees, 12 mph SSE wind, 73% humidity.
Woke up at 6:30 AM and ate some bites of sweet potato and a smoothie made from tart cherries, beets, and cocoa. Listened to the Kendrick-Drake diss tracks to pump me up. I leisurely biked the three miles to the start of the race. I ran 3/4 of a mile for a warm up and did some dynamic movements to warm up. Used the porta potty twice, including just minutes before the race. Had to cut through nearly a thousand people to get near the start. Race started at 8:45 AM.
I decided to aim for a pace of 7:08 and see how that felt. I chose this pace mostly based on the 5 1000 meter workout I did a few weeks before. I ended the first mile at 7:07. It felt hard but manageable. Same for the second mile, where I ended at 7:08.
However, I fell apart a bit during the third mile. I really slowed down for about 2 minutes and 15 seconds, bottoming out at a pace of 8:15 per mile. Seeing that really demoralized me. My breathing was labored, and I started to feel a pain on my right side and general stomach discomfort. I was able to bring up my pace for a minute, but then I had another slower minute. During this time, there were two runners ahead of me. I think one was coaching the other - and she started to encourage me too. I sped up to run with them and stayed with them for a few minutes. I ran past some friends who were cheering me on, and I couldn't even manage a smile or to notice their sign. I ended the third mile with a split of 7:28. My husband was following along via bike and he could tell I really struggled in that third mile. He said it looked like I wasn't breathing and he could hear me gasping for air.
I didn't think it was possible, but once my watch buzzed for the third mile, I surged. Maybe it was desperation for the race to be over. My pace the last .10 of the mile was 6:34. I started to feel something strange in the pelvic region, but kept my pace.
Time: 22:34
Once I crossed the finish line, I peed. Couldn't control it at all. It felt like it was more than a leakage, but it also didn't dribble down my leg.
I felt terrible for a good 10-15 minutes. had to lay down. Really wanted to just sit on a toilet, but since my only option was the porta potty, I declined. Suddenly though, I felt better. I regained my strength, cheered on a friend who was finishing a longer race, and went on to have a busy Saturday complete with another 17 miles of (leisurely) biking.
Soreness was minimal. Saturday I swore that was my last race.
Now I'm thinking, how do I get below 22 minutes? I think I'll aim for a fall race and trail using a Pfitzinger plan.
but first - I shall find a pelvic floor PT.

Hi Reddit. Just didn’t see a subreddit where I could post ridiculous shit so I figured I’d post here because the audacity is free these days.
For context, I’m a 28F and my husband and I bought our house in April of 2022, right before I found out I was pregnant with my now 18 month old daughter. It’s a nice, 7 year old home in a cookie cutter subdivision that has about 30 homes built at random times anywhere between 2008 and 2017, mine being the last. We’re tucked away in a cul-de-sac and its a quiet safe neighborhood and we love it so far. Anyways, the landscaping was rough. The beds were lined with rock and had Bermuda grass, which if you know anything about gardening or landscaping at all, you know how difficult that is to pull, especially if there’s rock over the top of the roots. We sprayed and sprayed and pulled and pulled and nothing for the last two years that we did made a difference, especially not with a baby. Now that my daughter is older, we’ve decided to remove the rock and replace it with mulch. There was also no other plants besides a Japanese maple and crepe myrtle right out front and a hybrid butterfly bush at the end of our driveway, so we had free reign to plant whatever we wanted which has been really fun. It’s going to be so much easier to maintain this way. We have a neighbor who shares a bed along our driveways, which is split by a short 4 ft fence. We have never really talked to her, but she seemed nice. On Mothers Day, she came out and talked with me and wished me a happy Mother’s Day and asked if she could get my anything from the store. I said no thank you. We talked about the driveway and the butterfly bush, as it’s technically on our side, but at the end of our shared bed where there is no fence. The bush is dying and likely diseased. It is sparse, leafing out, but the center is just twigs that are easily broken off. It’s clear it has never been pruned properly. I offered to take care of it on a regular basis but wanted to check with her first because I wasn’t sure who it belonged to. She said I could do whatever, but the phone and electrical boxes are “trashy” so she would rather not have them exposed by cutting it back too far. I explained why we’d need to do that but left it there. Fast forward to yesterday. A friend of ours picked up the rock we had while we were at work. I came home while he was finishing up and he came to me and said he just wanted to let me know that the neighbor had aired out her grievances about me. How I’ve destroyed my property since I’ve lived here, I’ve ruined her bush, and we “better not touch her rock”. He said “bake her cookies to be on her good side” and I said…. Fuck no lol. According to the county, her property line is along the fence, which is along her driveway. Meaning, the rock doesn’t even belong to her, and neither does the bush. We have irrigation with a drip line, so I’m feeling like at this point, fuck her opinion and I’m just going to pull up my line to see if it’s watering the bush, if it is, is getting cut back so it’ll look better next year. I just want middle aged adults to act like adults. We also have a CCNR which includes keeping our property looking good. The bush included. My lawn is manicured, and hers has 4ft tall dandelions - but I have gotten a letter threatening to be sued if I didn’t mow my lawn for one weekend away. This is so hilarious I just had to vent.

The stress of the last six months has nearly killed me. Besides the general cratering of the outside world—political strife, climate change, inflated rents, corporate greed, and the baffling resurgence of crew socks—my internal life was falling apart, too. I'm at the point where I can't see a way out of the darkness, and that feeling has only grown in the last few days.
My struggles ramped up exponentially in the last two weeks. It started when my long-term girlfriend and I called it quits after five years. There was no definitive relationship-altering fight or infidelity. It was simply the boring banality of the "roommate-ification" of our lives together. We both felt the shift but never talked about it. Turns out communication is important.
Truthfully, we'd stayed together for so long because we couldn't afford to live apart. Our rent had nearly doubled the last time we re-upped our lease but even that was a bargain compared to what was out there currently. We were trapped by our need to have a roof over our heads.
My job had stagnated, and I couldn't find anything better. I was stuck. Like me, she'd been job hunting as well. Unlike me, she had a master's, and her prospects should've been higher. They weren't. For five months, she applied to hundreds of jobs and couldn't break through. If she got a rejection email, it was a win. Most of the time, the companies never responded.
Finally, she found a great opportunity at a Fortune 500 company. It was an involved process. She nailed the five interviews, and her "test project" was well received. She was offered the position, and it came with a massive pay increase—double her current salary. I was proud of her—she needed a win. We celebrated with pizza and beer that night.
Two days later, she dropped the bomb that she was breaking things off. The relationship ending wasn't a surprise. The timing was. The discussion was brief, and there was zero chance of reconciliation. She declined when I asked if she could stay until the lease ended. Mentally, it would've been too much for her. Two days after that, she moved out, taking half the rent with her. I was stuck in a lease I couldn't afford on my salary for the next six months.
My free time evaporated as I took on two extra gigs to help make ends meet. In addition to my office nine to five, I drove for a delivery app on the weekends and took a part-time night job stocking shelves at a local grocery store. When I wasn't hustling for housing, I slept or ate. I did nothing beyond that. Nothing brings me joy. There is no spark.
This drudgery has become my daily routine, and it's killing me.
To help cover some cost gaps, I've started selling off some of my stuff online. It was just me here, and I decided that the Spartan lifestyle would have to work for now. Anything I could fetch a decent amount for went up for sale. My apartment is so empty now every noise causes an echo.
Before my shift at the grocery store, I agreed to meet someone who wanted to take a look at my kitchen table. It was a lovely table – my ex had obsessed over it – but I didn't see a need at the moment. Now that I was a bachelor, my TV trays became my default kitchen tables anyway. I wasn't planning on any dinner parties in the future anyway.
A couple showed up later than they said they would. It was a bored-looking guy and a fastidious young woman. She made friendly small talk as she looked over the table. Her boyfriend (I think) stayed quiet and played bodyguard. I gave him a friendly nod at one point, and he just looked away. She said they'd take it without trying to talk me down. I took the small win.
She asked if I could help carry it down to their truck. I was running late, but feeling helpful, even for a fleeting few seconds, was worth it. Her silent boyfriend and I hauled the table through the hallway and even managed to avoid hitting the walls the entire way down.
I placed it in their truck, got my money, and turned to leave. The girl said thanks, and the boyfriend finally returned the nod. I gave a weird half-wave to them both and started to walk away when I heard the passenger window being rolled down.
"Hey man," the boyfriend said, his voice higher pitched than I thought it would. "What was up with your brother giving us the evil eye in the lobby when we got here?"
I turned around, "Huh? I don't have a brother."
"A cousin then?"
"My family lives about a thousand miles away. What happened in the lobby?"
"A dude that looked just like you was hiding in a dark hallway in the lobby and staring at my girl's ass."
"Jacob, really," she said.
"I'm sorry that happened, but I had nothing to do with it. We do have the occasional homeless guy meander in. Maybe you saw one of them," I said. "Did he say or do anything bad?"
"Jacob, I asked you to not say something," the girl said, burying her head in her hands.
Jacob's frosty attitude to me made sense now. "He said something about running up that ass. I dunno, he was mumbling. I told him I'd beat his ass if he didn't stop staring. Seemed to shut him up."
"Oh. Well, congrats," I said. "I'll tell the manager. Thanks for letting me know."
"You should do a better job keeping jokers like that out of the building."
"Jacob, he's not a security guard."
"He should still be a man and protect his home."
"Have a good night," I said, ending the conversation and heading back up to my apartment. I had about five minutes to change and head out before I'd be late. Last thing my ego needed was to be fired from my backup job.
Thankfully, I was able to slip into work and not get spotted by my boss. That was the last of the good news, though. We had a massive weekly order come in, which meant I'd be there late, plus someone had called out. Worse, our hand truck had a flat tire, and I spent the next few hours torturing my muscles, schlepping heavy boxes around the store. I soldiered on, counting down the minutes until I left and fantasizing about going to bed for the night.
If wishing for sleep wasn't a sad statement to my mental well-being, nothing was.
I came home after my shift at the grocery store and plopped down on the couch. I had contemplated selling it, but it was an older Ikea number, and I didn't think the value would replace my desire to sit. I could feel my body sink into the cushions, and the day's tension seep out. I was beat and tired to the point that turning on the TV was a chore.
I picked up my phone and thought I'd doomscroll until sleep overtook me. I didn't expect it to be a long scroll, as even the methadone that is my phone has failed me lately. As I lowered myself from a slumped position to a supine one, I heard footsteps outside my apartment door. This was not unusual, but the noise I heard sounded like kid footsteps. That was unusual, as nobody on our floor had kids, and it was almost midnight.
Despite my body screaming at me to not move, my brain suggested I check it out. I rolled myself off the couch and eventually stood up. I listened again and heard the kid running down the hallway. I walked over to my door and looked out the peephole. I didn't see anyone.
"Maybe I'm dreaming," I said to myself. "Maybe I'm not staring out a peephole, expecting to see a kid running down the hall at midnight, but instead, I'm cuddled up in my bed, snoozing." I pinched my arm and felt the pain. I was definitely in the waking world.
I turned to head back to the couch when I heard the running again, this time louder. I opened my door and peeked out into the hallway. Nobody was there. The door from the apartment across me opened up, too. Gloria, a young at heart grandma who was friendly/constantly buzzed in a wine mom kind of way, gave me a once over.
"You heard that, too?" she asked.
"Kids?"
"No rugrats around. I assumed it was some drunk assholes stumbling home from the bar."
I laughed. Gloria was, as always, blunt. "I didn't see any assholes," I said.
"Then you're not watching the right kind of internet videos," she said with a wink and a hoarse cackle.
I blushed. How do you respond to that? I just kind of nodded in agreement and shrugged.
"Gotta get your jollies while you can," she said before adding, "You need some rest, dear. You look like hammered shit." She shut her door and went back inside.
She was right. I felt like hammered shit. Since I wasn't going to solve the case of the mysterious runner and was sure it wasn't some lost kid, I decided to call it a night. I went back inside, shut down the apartment, and crawled into bed.
I thought about watching one of the "right kind of internet videos" but fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
***
"Your problem is you think the world owes you something."
John, my elderly coworker at the grocery store, was standing by while I unloaded a pallet of cereal. I liked John, and when I first started, we instantly clicked. He's quick with a joke and fun to talk to. He's also about thirty years older than me and speaks with the Boomer combination of accumulated wisdom, backhanded compliments, and fringe conspiracy nonsense. Still, regardless of how couched the kindness is in gobbledygook, he's usually coming from a good place.
"What?" I said, putting a box of Captain Crunch on the shelf.
"You're complaining about your situation, right? Saying it ain't fair. The world took a paddle to your hind quarters? Hey brother, that's the way the cookie crumbles. Gotta just pick yourself up and start over. You're smart enough – figured this job out right quick – you can do it."
The job was wheeling pallets around the store and stocking shelves. It wasn't much to figure out, but I understood his meaning. The other stuff wasn't necessary, though. "I'm just in a funk. I don't see a way forward."
"Hey, so you've bottomed out. No shame in that. Happens to us all. Silver lining, you can only go up," he said before adding, "Unless some other bad shit happens to you like your car dies or your apartment building burns down. But after that, it's only up."
"The apartment building burning down would be a blessing," I said, hoisting another little Captain on the shelf. "The rent is killing me."
"Have you tried negotiating a lower rent? They used to do that when I was your age."
"I think they'd evict me if I even asked."
"Hell, then you'd have at least thirty days, maybe forty, before they'd kick you out. Plenty of time to turn things around."
"Uh-huh," I said, "Any chance you could give me a hand here?"
"My back is screaming like a pretty young thing after prom," he said, holding his back for emphasis.
I didn't push. "Hey, I meant to tell you about some weird shit that happened the other night."
"Lay it on me. I love the strange."
"So, after my shift the other day, I got home around midnight and was flopped on the couch. I heard someone running down the hallway outside my apartment. I wasn't the only one. A few other neighbors heard it, too. When we checked, though, nobody was there."
"That ain't strange," John said, waving his hand, "that's a man who's plowing another man's wife running for his life."
I laughed. "That's not the weird part. So, for the next two nights, it's the same thing. Around midnight, someone runs down the hallway. Only this time, they're trying the door handles as they pass. So, I asked the front desk to check the security cameras, and they do."
"They see a man running away holding his clothes?"
"There wasn't anyone running down the hall," I said, "But the weird thing was, you could see the door handles turning on the video."
"Damn, that's a good one," John said, "You sure it wasn't just a camera glitch. These new ones from overseas aren't as reliable as they want you to think. Chinese probably using them to spy on you, too."
He continued as my brain tried to reconcile John's two opposing comments. "Weird shit happens at night, man. Before working here, I only worked the day shift. Even when they offered me more money to work nights, I turned it down. Even when they promised me a promotion, I turned them down."
In a previous life, John had worked as a paramedic. He came by it after serving in a medical unit in the army. He'd told me he loved the rush of the job, but after a while, the death and hurt in people's eyes got to be too much to handle. But he worked there for almost twenty years. So, the man had a tolerance for shenanigans and odd occurrences.
"Why'd you agree to work nights here?"
"Shit, we're home before the witching hour. This is like late afternoons, at best. But if it was overnights, hell no. Captain Crunch can anchor his own ship to the shelves. I'd take my ass to 7-11 for a day shift before agreeing to work an overnight."
"Something happen to you during the army?”
“I got the clap,” he offered.
I sighed. “What turned you off nights?"
"Oh. I heard enough stories from coworkers to know I didn't want to experience any of that hoo-doo shit," he said, "trying to save someone's life is hard enough without adding in demon kids and ghosts."
"Did your coworkers see demon kids?" I asked, moving on from the good Captain to the Trix rabbit.
He nodded, "They saw too much. I find it odd, even with all the surveillance we have now and all the science we know about these days, that the night still scares us. You ever know someone who worked a night shift?"
I had. My ex. During college, she worked the overnight desk at a hotel for a while. She quit because the job gave her bad vibes. I told John as much.
He pointed and laughed, "See! Don't you find it odd that every person who works at night always has a story of something eerie happening to them? Every person, buster. That's what they call an irrefutable fact."
"Maybe the ghost running down the hallway is an old employee still doing his rounds."
"In that case, keep that door double locked. I'd even wedge a towel under the door just in case."
"Maybe they're friendly? Casper-like in that way."
"You ever heard someone tell you about a friendly ghost outside the funny papers?"
"I'm sure it happens," I said, "The scary ghosts are more popular though."
“We think we know everything there is to know but we are just babes in the woods when it comes to night things.” John shook his head. "Imma tell you one or three things that happened to a guy I worked with back when I first got hired on to chase after corpses in the ambo. Guy's name was Gil. Quiet man, kept to himself. Didn't rock the boat or demand a bigger paddle. Just rowed with us. Good cat to learn under," John said, finally handing me a cereal box.
I took it, and he kept going, "Now, Gil, ya see, he had a little wifey that would pester him about working days. She was a cop and worked evenings at that time, so they never saw each other. When married people can't align their genitals every now and then, it spells doom."
"A little too much information but sure," I said, shelving another box of Trix.
"Probably part of what happened with you and yours," he said. He wasn't wrong, but that didn't mean I wanted to hear it.
John kept on, "Gil finally got approved to move to nights. Little pay boost and a happy, 'fulfilled' wife should've made that man happy. But it didn't. I saw him a few months later, and he had changed. He might've been quiet when he was working with me, but he'd talk to you if you engaged. When I saw him that time, though, oh boy. He looked sick."
"Wasn't a fan of working nights?"
"Wasn't a fan of living anymore is the feeling I got," John said, "After some prodding, he got to talking with me some. Told me he missed days because the nights were messing with him. I thought it had to do with the schedule change, but that wasn't the case. He said he saw things in the dark he couldn't explain. Things that would turn James Brown into James White, ya dig?"
"I...dig," I said.
"Told me they got a call to an abandoned apartment building one night, around three in the morning. Wasn't unusual. Old buildings in the city are where hop-heads congregate and share drugs. Sometimes, the drugs are too much. Sometimes, they find a person passed out or, worse, dead. When you work in the ambo, you aren't scared of death like a civilian. You've been around it. Probably seen a few folks take their last breaths. It doesn't bother you the way Mother Nature intended it should."
He handed me another box, continuing his assist streak, and kept going, "Ambo pulled up, Gil stepped out and looked for someone to talk to. Nobody there, though. Not uncommon. Some people want to help but not be involved. There's not a soul around. He calls out, but nothing comes back. Tells me he turns to get back in the ambulance when he hears a scream from inside the run-down building. They're calling for help. He's gotta go in the abandoned building in the dark."
"No thanks," I said.
"But it don't bother a medic like that. Gil's done a million of these calls. No big deal. He runs into that building but doesn't come back out until twenty minutes later. Just goes missing. After five, the crew heads in to back him up but can't find him. Gil tells me his crew called the cops. It was like he had vanished."
"What happened?"
"I asked him and he got real quiet. Said he fell into some place that looked like here but wasn't here. Said he felt their eyes on him. Judging him. Told me they followed him home and wouldn't leave him be."
"Who?"
John shrugged, "He didn't say. Shut down after that and left. Just walked past me like I was shit on the sidewalk. He quit about a week later. Heard he had a stroke a year later and was a tombstone owner three months after that. Good guy, though."
"Your aversion to overnights makes a little more sense."
"Never in a million years. You don't want something like that coming after you."
"In my case, could it get much worse?" I said with a half-smile.
"Man, I wouldn't even joke about that," he said, making the sign of the cross, "You don't want that shit attachin' itself to you. With your luck, you'd bring him in here, and it'd hop over to me. I can't have a ghost crimping my style."
After a bit, he got called away to sign off on a delivery. I finished out my shift and headed out to the parking lot. When I exited the building and spotted my car, I froze. My doors were all open, and the interior lights were on. Someone had broken in.
I glanced around the lot to see if the thief was still around, but there wasn't another person near me. I walked over to the car and peered inside. My glovebox had been ripped open, and my registration was pulled out, but nothing else was missing.
I found little hand prints in the dirt all along the body and the windows. I held mine up for comparison, and they were about half the size. It must've been some tweens or teens who did this. Maybe they were going to steal some things and got cold feet. I contemplated calling the cops, but since nothing had happened and they wouldn't do anything anyway, there was no reason to delay sleep any longer than I had to. I closed all the doors and climbed inside.
I started the car and heard something rattling in the AC vents. I pulled out my phone and shined the light at the vent. There was a small piece of paper inside. I looked around my car for some tool to pull it out and only found an ink pen and a bent-up paperclip. After McGuyvering the vent for a bit, the paper finally came out.
I held it up and unfolded it. There was a handwritten note. It simply read, "I know you're here. I know you're hiding him. I will find you both, and then it'll be your turn to run the race. We all have to run at some point."
I had no idea what that meant, but my body still provided goosebumps. Who was trying to find me? Who was the second person? Why leave a note in my AC vent? What the hell did run the race mean? I hadn't run a race since elementary school and wasn't planning to do so any time soon. Did they mean the rat race? Because I was basically marathoning that motherfucker already.
"Jesus Christ," I said, shaking my head. "What else, universe?"
As if it were a well-practiced comedy routine, the universe responded. My back passenger door swung open, and I heard footsteps running away from my car. I sprung up and scrambled to get out. There wasn't anyone else in the lot that I could see, but very clearly, someone had been hiding in my backseat.
My nerves were shot already, and this was not something I wanted to deal with at the moment. My brain decided that to avoid a breakdown, I needed to shift into automatic mode and just get back to the safety of my apartment. I'd be more prepared to deal with this – whatever it was – in the morning.
Either that or I'd jump in front of a bus. Both sounded satisfying, albeit in different ways.
***
"There he is," Gloria said as soon as I turned down the hallway. I looked up and noticed a small cabal of my neighbors standing in a semi-circle, waiting for me. They all look displeased.
"Hey guys," I said, confused. "I miss an invite for a block party?"
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
"About?"
"Don't play dumb," another neighbor said, jabbing their finger in my direction.
"I'm not playing," I said, realizing the self-burn only after the words escaped my lips.
Gloria showed me the screen on her phone. It was a static shot of her door from across the hall. She pressed play, and nothing happened for a beat until something darted across the screen. That was the whole thing. I looked up at her, my face twisted up in confusion.
"Well," she said, "What do you have to say?"
"What was that?" I asked.
"That was you!" the pointing neighbor said, pointing harder than I thought possible.
"What?" I said, laughing. "Are you all serious?" They didn't laugh, and I realized they weren't joking. "How can you even tell it's me? It's a blur. Never mind the fact I've been at work for the last five hours. Plus, this blur is half my size. I get we're all weirded out about the Phantom Runner, but it's not me. I swear to God. I don't even have the energy to think about running, let alone the physical desire to."
"Then explain this," Gloria said, slightly swaying from the half bottle of Pinot Noir coursing through her blood. She rewound the video and froze it on a specific frame. I couldn't believe my eyes, but I was looking at...me. Or, rather, something pretending to be me.
"What the fuck?" I said, my jaw dropping.
"Still think we're lying?" the pointer said smugly.
"No, but, guys, this isn't me. I... I've been at work. Wanna see my schedule?"
I reached into my phone and pulled it out. There was an email with my work schedule that confirmed what I was saying. They relaxed, and, for the first time, anger gave way to fear. Their very plausible explanation was suddenly invalid. It left two implausible answers floating in the ether: either I had a pint-sized doppelganger terrorizing the hallways of my apartment, or a ghost was haunting the building.
"I'm...gonna go inside," the pointer said, walking back to their home. Everyone else drifted away until it was just Gloria and I standing alone in the hallway.
She looked at me and sighed, "I feel like an asshole," she said. "Sorry I accused you of causing the racket."
"If I had seen the video, I would've thought the same thing," I said. "We're good."
"What do you think it is?" she asked.
I shrugged and let out an exhausted sigh. "Honestly, Gloria, I've had a screwed-up night already, and this is the cherry on top of the shit sundae; forgive my language. I don't have the mental bandwidth to even comprehend what's on the video at the moment."
"Think it's after you?" she asked, though I suspected the wine had forced her to put that idea out into the universe. As I had already seen, the universe seemed to take requests on my behalf.
"Maybe it's after you?" I said, coming off a little meaner than I intended, but I didn't care. I left her there to contemplate that scenario and went into my apartment.
As soon as the door shut behind me, I felt on edge. Just because I didn't have the mental bandwidth to discuss the doppelganger didn't mean it wasn't dominating my thoughts. I saw the frame of the video. The damn ghost looked exactly like me. What could that possibly mean? I know I had wished for death, but I was very still alive. I had rent due to prove that.
Did I happen to live in a place haunted by a ghost that looked strikingly like me? Was it some kid with a passing resemblance just causing chaos? Was it something else I couldn't even comprehend – an alien? A clone? A secret government project?
There was a thumping coming from the hallway. The mini Usain Bolt was at it again. I knew the neighbors would ignore it. Since they had all thought it was me, which was proven to be untrue, they would avoid the running man from now on. While curious and confused by the creature, they'd never put themselves in harm's way to discover what it was. They were not a brave lot.
Neither was I, but maybe my life crumbling around me had forced my hand. I walked over to my door and swung it open. I hit record on my phone, stuck it out like a periscope, and glanced around the hallway. Nobody was there. No neighbors were looking. No person was running.
"You gotta stop, man. I need to go to sleep," I said to the empty space. No response, not that I was expecting one.
I turned to walk back in, and I caught something out of the corner of my eye. A face at the end of the hallway peeked around the corner. For a quick second, we locked eyes, and it was like I was looking into a mirror. This thing was me. But...how?
I tried to get it on video, but it ducked back into the shadows. I took that as a cue to shut and lock my door. My heart was racing, and I didn't want to think about this anymore, but I couldn't help it. There was a me in the hallway who enjoyed pestering my neighbors. Worse, they liked to run for some ungodly reason.
I put my phone on the counter, the video still rolling, when there was a knock at my door. It echoed in my near-empty apartment. I tried to ignore it and convince myself it was something else, but it wasn't. The ghost was knocking on my door. Even with my brain paralyzed, I couldn't help but think that it was awfully polite to knock.
Another knock, this one more forceful. I wondered if the neighbors thought I was making this up?
"I know you're in there," a voice said. It sounded just like me. "This is about the race. We all have to run the race. It's your turn now."
I froze. My legs went wobbly like a boxer on the brink of a blackout, but I stayed tall. I opened my mouth to speak and found the words dying in my throat. I grabbed a nearby bottle of water and took a chug.
"We all have to run the race."
"What race?" I choked out, "What are you talking about?"
"Open up. They're in there already, and I need to get them."
I glanced all around my empty apartment. I didn't see anyone else in here. I didn't hear anything. Whatever this thing was, it was lying. I grabbed my phone and held it in my hand. I wanted to document this to prove that I wasn't crazy.
“Did you leave the note?”
“I know they’re in there with you,” it repeated.
"There's no one in here," I said.
"They're hiding. I think I know where. I can hear them."
"You've gotta get out of here," I said. "There's nothing here, and you're scaring people."
"I'm scared, and you should be! You have to run the race, man! Open up, and I can show you."
The handle started to shake. I peered through the keyhole and only saw the top of the other me's head. They began to shoulder the door, and it crunched against my nose. I screamed out in pain and stumbled back. I tripped over my feet and landed hard on my ass.
The thing slammed into the door two more times, shaking the walls. The strength seemed unnatural. On the third hit, the door burst open. I finally got a view of the thing. It was me. Scaled down by half, but it was me. We both seemed shocked.
"You're so much taller up close," the other me said.
"Who the fuck are you?"
I felt a buzzing in my feet that seemed to climb up my body until it reached my brain. There was an intense pain that rippled through the folds of my mind. Through the pain, I could hear a disembodied voice whisper, "We all must run the race. We all have to run. Chase it. Chase yourself." It felt like my skull was going to split in two. I clutched the sides of my head and let out a primal scream that hurt my own ears.
Then it was gone. But I could still feel the echoes in my mind. "We all have to run the race. We all have to run." The thought would waver between making no sense and making complete sense. One second, I was questioning what was happening to my mind, and the next, all I felt was the desire to continue the race.
"There he is!" the other me yelled, pointing at the hallway.
I glanced over and saw another version of me standing in the hallway. It was half the size of the other me that had broken into my place. When tiny me locked eyes with my intruder, he ran for the open hallway closet.
The other me followed, screaming that it would catch the little bastard if it was the last thing he'd do. I pushed myself up to my feet and felt queasy. I watched as the other me ran head-first into the closet without slowing. I expected to hear a loud thump as it hit the back wall but none came.
"We all have to run the race," the voice in my head said, soothing my nerves. "It's your time to run the race."
I moved down the hallway, each footfall echoing loudly in the empty apartment, each step bringing me closer to the closet door. Something was drawing me there. The voice's words echoed in my mind as well: "We all have to run the race. It's your turn now."
I grabbed the door and stopped. Something was compelling me to move forward. To go into the closet. To chase myself. To run the race.
"No," I whispered and yanked my hand from the door. I pulled out my still recording phone, and stared into the camera. My face was devoid of color, and you could see the fear etched into me. "I'm freaking out because...because…"
I stopped. I felt an invisible hand grab my body and tug. "Because...because if I don't run the race, something bad will happen. I have to chase it. I...I have to."
My phone dropped from my hand, and I didn’t care. The force pulling me forward stopped but my body kept going. I could feel the last strands of my rational mind splintering. My thoughts became focused on one thing: I had to catch myself, find out what was happening, and run the race. If I ran, maybe I'd win.
I needed a win.
I walked into the back of the closet and felt a door handle sticking out of the wall. I'd been in that closet a million times before and never had seen this. But a sense of calm washed over me. This….this was supposed to be here. This was perfectly fine.
I turned the handle and pulled open the invisible door. In front of me was a hallway that looked strikingly like the one outside my apartment. At the end of the hallway, I saw Gloria step out of their home to leave for the night. She was huge. Twice my size, easy.
Another door opened, and I saw...me—a giant version of me. The Hulk version of me was getting ready to go to the grocery store for work. I watched as the giant Gloria and giant me joked and laughed. I was stunned.
I stared, and a new thought came to me. I have to find the smaller me and talk to it. I needed to find out if there's a way out of this...this….
"It's your turn to run," the voice said.
Calm embraced me. "It's my turn to run," I repeated. As the giant me took off and the giant Gloria re-entered her apartment, the hallway beckoned.
"We all have to run the race," I said softly, "It's my turn now."
I started running.

I'm new to learning about cross dressing. The only thing I am having difficulty with is finding clothes in the styles, colours and sizes I'm after. For example; I'm a size 18-20 however I'm struggling to find midi and maxi skirts and maxi dresses in satin fabric in plus sizes.
The colours I'm looking for are; light blue, cobalt blue, royal blue, yellow, white, silver, black with white polka dots, white with black polka dots, light blue with white polka dots and cobalt blue with white polka dots. The style for the skirts are bias cut with no splits and sleeveless and short sleeve maxi dresses with no splits either

So I was playing a level 7 match and dropped a 500kg on a bug hole expecting maybe 5 kills. Much to my surprise, I saw the bomb glitch and "land" in thin air above the target, and it ended up killing 20ish bugs instead.
My theory is that the bomb actually has a blast radius that matches the size of the explosion seen, it's just not interacting with the ground correctly. I always see my bombs land into the dirt and stick out a little bit with part of the bomb underground. Could it be that most of the blast is actually happening under the surface and not interacting with the enemies above the ground?
This might also be why the only use for it right now is to kill heavy enemies directly over the blast. Since the blast is moving through the bomb where it lands, it's basically a hole for the blast to escape from underground.
What do you all think?

i 21/f was wanting to start using bar shapoo and conditoner but i have no clue hat would be a good brand or if it is actually even worth the time and money i have caucasian straight thick hair thats been threw a good amount of dye if knowing what shampoo and conditioner i use helps its the avacado aussie one and thats all the hair related things i use i let my hair air dry and dont ever use heat on my hair

I got skelita and a few other (regular sized) dolls from this sketchy guy on Facebook marketplace. I started deep cleaning her but then realized the clear clover for her torso isn’t water tight. Water got inside while I was washing her and I worry that it’s going to stay there and cause her to mold (it’s happened with hollow novi stars). Is there a way to get the water out or speed up the drying process? I live in a very humid state so it will take a long while to dry naturally when there is limited air flow.
Edit: I added a photo in the comments.

Taking my partner and children up to Northern Michigan for a week. I have the kids situated but am looking for a sizable tent to fit a queen size cot and air mattress and enough room to lounge outside of the bed in case of inclement weather, relax, “glamp.” Basically a small bedroom/hotel room. I’d prefer a bathtub bottom to avoid any moisture issues and perhaps a canopy on the front for shoe removal, etc. any direction is appreciated.

Backstory and context is needed here. I (28f) was raised as a young kid with lucid dreaming, which gradually was encouraged into further AP education. I can go to bed for the night with intentions set on what I always referred to as dream walking. I try not to AP recently as I’ve not been in the headspace and I had a small scare. I dated a man (36 M) who we will call P. P started to invade on my dreams while dating. I called him out on it after a few dream journals and quoted him. We had a good laugh as our moms raised us the same way and we hadn’t shared that yet. We had a very twin flame type of bond, or maybe even just a soul tie. I broke it off between us because he self sabotaged and I know my worth. He is avoidant so we went no contact, although we both didn’t want that. The best way to explain our bond is very intense but in the most positive and loving light. Not once have I felt dark and threatening energy from and past or the following situations and even months later I still feel our love and connection. I kept finding him in my dreams or finding myself trying to find him. When I would find him the last 2 nights I would see his third eye and hear his thoughts speaking to me. I worked on detaching from him. I made sure not to run into him in public even for him to get a quick glimpse of me. I pulled all away and deleted all social media, no contact on all platforms including dreams, we both needed to work on ourselves during this split. Well 2 weeks later mid day I felt him. His presence and it overwhelmed me. I could even hear him, not just a ringing but hear him say my name. It was happening 3-4 times a day suddenly. It would make me cry and miss him extremely, a grief similar to death but I felt the intention and knew his energy. I never considered AP for trying to contact someone I know before but I realized after some book work that is what he was doing. I felt him start up the energy and I stopped what I was doing and spent over 40 min to get to a space of AP. I’ve never had a person or place in mind or determination like this before . The transition felt like a long roller coaster ride with my body pushed so uncontrollably back from force. For the first time ever I was eyes open and could feel him to an extreme level. I saw his aura first, then the rest of him became familiar. Initially I was ready to embrace him, I can’t explain what came over me but I snatched white light from his solar plexus that I immediately recognized as my energy, my light? I retreated, no transition back, was gasping for air then started to throw up and was so shaky. I have goosebumps thinking about it. I since haven’t felt his energy, the mid day contact, any of it. I do not feel it was ill intent but more like he was holding on to the only thing left of me. I trust my initial feeling that p was holding on, but you do not get any of me. Do the self work and reconcile. It’s only been a few days, what are some thoughts on this?

Stats
Power:A
Speed:A
Range:A
Durability:C
Precision:C
Potential:A
"One more time" takes the appearance of a blue humanoid, some parts pulse with sound from the speakers on its chest and arms, some spots are gold, the chest is made of beautiful pearl, around it are nightclub lights, these lights are just for style points (also I hate that I messed up the face)
It's first and main ability "get lucky" is similar to prince Thomas's friend caino's stand, duality, however it does not use coins or chance, instead it uses a soul portion deal, like a slot machine, Thomas gives a piece of his soul, if the slot rolls 3 OMT then begins it's assault on the opponent. After
It's second ability HBFS is dependent on the opponent, think of it as a scale in RPGs, if the opponent is not as strong hbfs scales them to omt's scale, if the opponent is stronger omt scales to them.
And it's final ability "bombastic symphony" is passive until four minutes into the dual. Then it's speakers begin to play the song it was named after https://youtu.be/FGBhQbmPwH8?si=B0pS0sWdlVOCj-vR
It continues to get louder, all the while a meteor the size of Jupiter is hurling towards the battle field, during the next four minutes omt will use it's lights, and change the battlefield into a dancefloor, holograms of dancers all vibin. Omt will do motions until it sticks it's hands up...then slams...after the meteor hits the field both the opponent and omt are out for the count.
However the user and (not always cause I know not everyone has a JoJo stand) the opponent are "human" leaving the winner to who can fight the best
(Also, if the opponent is a god, omt will use hbfs to split them into a human half and a equivalent of a JoJo stand, if the opponent has no stand or special power at all, hbfs Grants a temporary stand.)
That last part was for fairness, so if I rp with Prince Thomas and OMT, it's fair.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGRTRt2NWZg
OK, so there's a long theory here that got deleted while I was on my phone while posting this, but I'll summarize briefly...
Kanako is The Key to Monsterkind's Salvation using Determination Extract, Because Determination is In The Ketsukane Household's Names that describe the 3 routes: "Devoted, Decisive, Determined", meaning that The Ketsukane Family is not too dissimilar from Humankind, what with their roots being based in Kitsune Folklore & Whatnot.
That aside, I think I know why...
When the Determination Extract was leveled enough to be put into Kanako at an extractable level capable of not harming a monster, Chujin had almost perfected the perfect serum to protect Monsterkind against Becoming Amalgamates when they have too much Determination in their body, the keyword being "Termination", whereas "De-termination" is the eradication of...something, depending on what, it eradicates it, "Terminating" it as if it were a terminator of sorts. I am not saying that all humans are terminators, rather that "Determination" itself is a terminator by it's own proxy of it's own usage in how it is actually used, the keywords being, "Determined", as in, willing to go the distance to accomplish your own goals, as a Player.
However, something struck me as odd when Kanako got hurt by the bubble impact by the Needle not having the air pushed out of it properly... When the air impact struck, it likely hurt Kanako the same way as if a bullet were to accidentally hurt Clover or Frisk, since Bubble Impacts CAN kill, if inserted into a normal, living being!
Such to the point where it can kill, if not handled correctly!!! There's a lewd "1000 Ways to Die" episode that explains how she died was because the woman in that episode was so horny, that a huge air bubble impacted her veins, & suffocated her using her own veins against her, ceasing bodily functions from not having enough oxygen to the brain.
Now, if Monster's Organs work anything like Monster Magic Do, it's probably because they are made out of Monster Magic, but that is a topic for another day at another time or so ago later on today probably. Right now, we need to analyze Kanako's Critical Condition of Being An Amalgamate.
The fan-animation explains that Kanako did not Melt strangely enough, & I explained why: Because Ketsukanes, much like Humans, are Determined. Determined, being a reference to UT Vanilla's "Determination", which also likely means that Kanako's Experiment Ceroba knew next to nothing about when researching Chujin's Analysis on his Experiments, likely means That Chujin Almost Found A Cure to Stop Monsterkind from Becoming Amalgamates with too much Determination! And I think I know what happened next...
Deltarune, happened, or some sort of AU of Undertale where Monsters DO IN FACT BLEED, From Being Lightners. Lightners, being, The Gods of The Darkners as well, since all Darkners are objects that exist somewhere in Deltarune. "Why am I bringing this up?", you may think I am asking myself. To answer that, we first have to Analyze What Happens to Monsterkind once the cure serum is created...
MONSTERS. BLEED. Yes, you heard me right! With enough of a minimal amount of Determination, Monsters CAN IN FACT BLEED, which would explain why Sans bleeds in Undertale as well, since Deltarune & Undertale are likely a Timeloop of events that keep unfolding & surrounding each other, if Deltarune isn't actually a type of AU Sequel to Undertale as well. The main point being that which, we as Monsterkind have an obligation to fulfill that All Monsterkind is Looked After While Being Experiments on. Meaning, The True Lab is actually a type of Hospital for Amalgamates. I can already hear many people typing as soon as they've read this far saying "But Talon! That isn't what happened! We see Monsters DIE in The True Lab!" Not really, since they are more than likely resting, since even Snowy's Mom, Snowdrake dies probably long after Undertale, as indicated by Deltarune. However, you can talk to her before beating The Pacifist Route in UT Vanilla by going back through The Underground & Talking to Her & Her Family about what's going to happen next for them right away as well!
Things are...going grimly for Snowdrake, so much that she will die if nothing is done: The context right there is the key, that "Determination... Can Kill too as well."
[Insert Genocide Determination Theory Here As Well] The point being, that when taken to the extreme, Determination CAN Kill. We also see that Clover's Level of Violence is one that is from rage, a Deadly Sin. However, it raises an interesting point in us as humans... Can we get too angry that we gain temporary Levels of Violence? Depends on how VIOLENT you are being in UT Yellow. By that I mean, COMPLETELY SLAUGHTER MONSTERKIND IN A GENOCIDE ROUTE. Otherwise known as... The Vengeance Route. Vengeance being an unlawful for violent revenge used as justification for fulfilling a sense of Justice that just "feels deserved" when done right in UT Yellow, since it feels so earned as well. In UT Red & Yellow, Clover first depletes our Hopes by Half, & then Justice Blasts us so hard, our game crashes, & our save file is erased from existence, except that Now, Clover wants us to try a Pacifist Route Instead, & calls us out when we do it again over them.
By this point, Clover is clearly trying to steer us on the right path of our own Determination using Justice, which also means that Clover only wants what's best for everyone as well, Justice for Monsterkind using Pacifism in the True Pacifist Route of Undertale R&Y or UT Vanilla as well.
Meaning that regardless of whether Clover knew about Ceroba & Kanako, one thing remains certain... With Enough Determination, Monsterkind can potentially become somewhat normal & also mortal in Deltarune, as we also see in several versions of Deltarune Yellow as well, which also means that since Kanako lives in that timeline from no Amalgamates existing, Amalgamates weren't created because The Experiments were a complete success!!! Which also means that in Deltarune, Chujin actually made the perfect Serum that Ceroba tested on Kanako to make sure if Chujin's work efforts were correct or not, regardless of if she disobeyed Chujin's Instructions to use Another Boss Monster Instead, or even just by being convinced by Kanako that IT WOULD WORK... Almost.
Kanako does not change forms as an Amalgamate, Alphys explains. She stayed the same, likely because Ketsukane's Are "Determined", meaning they have Determination! The Ketsukanes are The Key to Monsterkind's Salvation, once Kanako was discovered that she neither died nor changed forms, & remaines stable, because NOW we know that Kanako can provide a Clue as to How Much Less Determination that Monsterkind would have needed!!!
Looking again at Snowdrake, Snowdrake Monsters are actually quite large, so you'd think she'd have a lot of Determination injected into her, right? Well, you're right about that, but the key-wording is "how much", since we also know that Snowdrake, Snowy's Mom was also injected A LOT OF TIMES with A LOT...of DETERMINATION as well. Which also means that depending on the size of the mass, it must be proportional the size of the monster, just like in-real-life medicine would be applied to conduct experiments on people & animals as well, because we all know that science provides experiments with human test-subjects, which also explains Why Kanako Needed Less Determination than What She Was Given to Become More Like a Human & Be able to bleed, & also become more like a Deltarune Monster.
• • • TL:DR: Uh Oh, Spaghettios, Kanako had too much Blue Determination Lasagna for lunch, & now has a bad tummy ache from almost dying & choking on an air bubble by becoming an Amalgamate after almost dying...!
Yes, these are 4 sentences explaining what happened very shortly to Kanako in my theory, why do you ask? Thank you for reading. Hope you like my theory! ^w^

this week its starting to get to the 80s and ive noticed my tank is getting warmer by a few degrees the past few days, i dont have access to an air conditioner right now because i moved last fall and the windows are different sizes :( its too warm in my room now, what can i do to keep the tank cool until i have an ac ?? ive been pouring cold water into the tank but im not sure if theres more i can be doing

Just a heads up, I am not a native speaker so sorry for any mistakes.
Me (M28) and my bf (M31) live both in my apartment I bought 4 years ago with a big loan. We have been together for 7 years. I paid for everything around the apartmant. Kitchen, appliences, electronics, closets, lights, bed, sofas, the list goes on. It was my proposal as “it is my house and I dont want you to spend money on that”. Just to make things clear, it was also because my monthly income is approx 2x higher. Now, we decided together that we need a new closet and also air conditioning (there is none currently). The cost of both things really add up and it is a quite big sum of money. I automatically went forward and said I am gonna pay for it all, but now rethinking if we should split the cost accordingly to our income, as it is something we will both use. But, if something goes wrong in the relationship, I dont want to be thinking, oh he paid this amount for those thing and now I am gonna have to pay him back or someting. So, how should I aporoach this situation (ask him to chip in or keep it as it was) ?
Also, currenty I am paying the loan myself and the rest of monthly living expenses are split approx. 60:40 (electricity, water, heat, food, etc.)
Thanks for any advice.

Just a heads up, I am not a native speaker so sorry for any mistakes.
Me (M28) and my bf (M31) live both in my apartment I bought 4 years ago with a big loan. We have been together for 7 years. I paid for everything around the apartmant. Kitchen, appliences, electronics, closets, lights, bed, sofas, the list goes on. It was my proposal as “it is my house and I dont want you to spend money on that”. Just to make things clear, it was also because my monthly income is approx 2x higher. Now, we decided together that we need a new closet and also air conditioning (there is none currently). The cost of both things really add up and it is a quite big sum of money. I automatically went forward and said I am gonna pay for it all, but now rethinking if we should split the cost accordingly to our income, as it is something we will both use. But, if something goes wrong in the relationship, I dont want to be thinking, oh he paid this amount for those thing and now I am gonna have to pay him back or someting. So, should I ask him to chip in or keep it as it was?
Also, currenty I am paying the loan myself and the rest of monthly living expenses are split approx. 60:40 (electricity, water, heat, food, etc.)
Thanks for any advice.

I purchased a dual address property about 7 years ago. 2 ~1000sqft 2bd1b houses. Property was valued at 130k, listed at 100k. Lowballed and they accepted for 79k FHA at 4.5% with all costs included. It's fixed up now and I'm living in it.
I've been splitting rent with 3 people on the property since, so not really "renting" but essentially long distance room mates. This adds up to the entire monthly payment including insurance and escrow is about $700/m, and with rent share I collect about $1000/m without myself paying anything.
Prices have skyrocketed in the area since purchase, and without a real appraisal, the state reevaluated the property at roughly 240, and the loan is down to 65k. It's true value is likely 300k
I know I can pull equity out of this current property, and if refinanced I would lose the mortgage insurance cost from the FHA but I would gain a higher interest rate. Should I consider a HELOC instead of cash out refinance? I'd personally rather it just be 1 payment.
I also learned that you may count potential rent as income, and have found the Fannie Mae Form 1025/Freddie Mac Form 72 to do so.
Estimating for the area I "should" be able to rent 1 at 800+ and the other at 1000+. Looking at a potential 3rd house that would have an extra rentable area for at least 500+. I'm likely lowballing these numbers, as there are apartments nearby renting for 1200/m.
The new potential property is being sold to settle an estate, listed at 240k it us roughly 130k undervalue for its area/size, but needs a little work. Literally just walls and floors, which I can do solo for probably 10k cost.
What are realistic next steps? My yearly income is roughly 45k, I have 5k debt and 20k cash. Is this property "doable" for me in a banks eyes? Or should I keep looking, and am I even going about this the right way?
Edit: reading around this sub I have discovered the existence of DSCR loans. I'll look a bit into these tonight.