Unblocked games get the red one out

I’m trying to tas this game called Goosebumps Horrorland DS, and idk how to save specific inputs like it has a mini game where you need to slide up on the touch screen to roll balls into different slots and I would like to save a specific input to reuse over again to get it in the right slot (50 in this case) to do it as fast as possible (video example of the mini game: https://youtu.be/6rAhzKlq8BA?si=aOhG3vWOxUCq1Kqj) I only saw one video from 15 years ago and it didn’t help much. I tried using desmume but it got complicated and didn’t work well with touchscreen inputs.

First, a little about me. I'm 5'5ish, 135ish depending on the day, and have dark brown hair that falls part way down my back with brown eyes. My mom is a Crow (Native American) and my dad is Italian so the olive complexion genes are active in my family. I've got a fairly petite/athletic build with a 32B chest and a toned butt. My nipples are dark brown, on the smaller side, and I shave everywhere. I'm a fan of tattoos and have a feather on my foot, flower pieces on my right hip into my lower ribs, left shoulder, and lower back, a small script piece in my left side bra line, a green carebear in my left bikini line and a large dream catcher down my left ribs. If there's a detail I've left out, feel free to ask ;)
What a week. 18 year old me had gone from a dry spell since AIT and graduation to a blow job, facial, and quick hard sex with a married captain at my first duty station. I was falling fast and hard for him. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to think of me when he thought of being intimate. I wanted to be his release to do everything she wouldn't.
Dustin snapped me this morning, a pic of his obvious buldge greeting my day. "How's my little Private this morning? I wish you were here to help with this"....You have no idea Dustin. Now that the bandaid has been ripped off, I want nothing more than to keep going. I send him a snap back of my semi sheer, black athletic thong, holding it open in the front with the caption "you could drop your load right in here sir". Naughty I know. For some reason, the thought of him filling my underwear with cum is erotic and in the moment, I crave the feel of his warmth between my legs.
"Come by the house on your lunch break and you can have it" I get in reply. Fuck.
I get dressed in my camo uniform with a generic sports bra and the same black athletic thong underneath and try make it through the morning as routinely as possible. Not possible. All I can think of is what I'm willing to do for the married man I'm lusting for and it's got my mind anywhere but at work.
Dustin let's me know he left early for lunch so he's ready whenever I am. The whole drive over, my mind is racing at the prospect of what's about to happen. I knock and find the door open, with Dustin on the couch, laptop open to some semi sexy photos I'd sent to tease him over the last week while he strokes his firm shaft. "Private Hannah reporting as ordered sir" I say as sexily as I can muster in the spur of the moment.
"Private Hannah, you said you'd found a place to hold my cum" completely keeping character.
"Yes sir" I say, stepping around to stand in front of him, undoing my belt and the buttons on my pants, letting them drop to the floor around my ankles.
"Open up then, I'm already close since you decided to be late"
I hold open the front of my black athletic thong, exposing my shaved pubic area for his inspection.
"At least you remembered to shave to start the week" he says and he builds the pace of his stroking and touches the tip of his penis against my smooth skin. In moments I see him start to swell as he nears his release. A thick rope of white cum erupts from his tip and is followed by a second, third, and fourth. My underwear is filled with his thick, warm release and soon its soaked, mixing with my own minor arousal that has built at the situation. As he finishes, I let go of my waistband and allow my cum soaked thong to cling to my lower lips, teasing me with what could have been.
I pull my pants back up and stand breathless in front of eachother. It's been less than 10 minutes since I walked through the door, we've barely spoken and now his cum is dripping down my inner thigh. What has happened? I feel like an incredibly erotic play thing that's been used for a passing moment of pleasure and right then, I know I'm hooked.
"Hannah, I'm sorry if that was too much" Dustin says, coming to the realization that I'm now back in uniform with his cum filling my panties.
I kiss him square on the lips. "Shhhh babe. I wanted this. I want all of you"
"So you really liked that?"
"Dustin that has got to be one of the hottest things I've ever tried. I'm not changing for work"
I sit on his couch in a pool of his release while we chat for the remainder of our lunch hour. When it's time to go, I feel a glob of him drip down my leg. "Can I come spend the night tonight?" I ask, hoping to get my own release after work.
"Sure hun, I just have a few calls to make but it's okay"
I head back to work with a kiss goodbye and the rest of the day I can feel the stickiness between my legs and it keeps me on edge. I run back to my barracks room, take a fast shower, grab a change of clothes for tomorrow, and something special for tonight. I throw on some gym shorts and a hoodie over my sports bra. Coupled with my slides and I'm back across post and find a note on the door "on a call, be quite when you come in"
I come in and quietly shut the door and make my way past Dustin in the livingroom, obviously on a video chat with someone with the screen facing the wall to the garage. I hear a woman's voice say "oh man those walls are paper thin, I think I just heard the neighbors kids come home from school"
Oh shit, he's on with his wife I realize as I tiptoe my way to the master bedroom where I change into my suprise. Naked in his bedroom, I slip into a teal, sheer lace bra with enough underwire support to give me a little cleavage. I pull on a matching set of panties with an intricate sheer lace front and a single thin string between my cheeks in the back. I fold up my sticky cum soaked thong from earlier and walk back into the livingroom.
Dustin does a double take as I come around the corner. He covers this with a coughing fit as his wife asks if he's okay. "Yeah hun just had an itch in my throat" and they continue chatting, her oblivious to the fact that I've just sat down across from him.
I look him square in the eyes as I begin to tease my dark brown nipples through my sheer lace bra. As he tries to hold a conversation, I do everything I can to lightly tease him. I pinch and massage my breasts, softly run a finger between my legs on top of my lacy bottoms. I stand up and start to stretch, bending forward to let my small breasts hang just out of sight of his camera before turning around and bending forward, reaching back to spread my bum and letting the g-string bury itself between my cheeks, barely keeping my other tight hole from view.
I turn back around and unfold the sticky thong he came in earlier and hold it up for him to see the stain his release left on them, right between the legs. I pull my teal lace thong down in the front, and standing right behind his computer, I begin to lightly tease myself with the soft fabric of the back athletic thong, gently massaging my clit, resoaking the nearly dry panties with another round of sexual arousal.
As my arousal grows, I gradually push into my slick entrance and with one finger and then another, the soft athletic fabric of my underwear once again getting soaked as I rub my clit with them, teasing myself with the over stimulating feel against my raw bundle of nerves. I squat down, my face now right behind the computer screen as I squeeze my breast and open my mouth in a silent moan, performing for the man who can't respond.
All of a sudden I stop, ending my tease at the edge of release, not wanting to slip and give away what's going on...and to tease Dustin further. I stand up, place the arousal and cum soaked black thong on the table right behind his laptop and I walk to the kitchen and begin working on dinner with whatever ingredients I can scrounge up in the kitchen. It's such a turn on to do such a normal task in such a small set of lingerie and I secretly hope that Dustin is sneaking peeks at me from across the house.
At long last I feel warm, strong hands wrap around my waist and a kiss finds my cheek. "How's my baby girl, you little tease?"
I blush at the pet name the gentle touch. "I'm almost done, go sit down you silly boy" I say as I start to plate our dinner of chicken and grilled veggies, sauntering into the dining room like a server at one of those lingerie sports bars.
"So you sure know how to put on a show, Hannah" Dustin says as we begin to eat
"I can be anything you want me to be" I say as I begin a speech I'd thought through in my head, telling Dustin that I don't want casual, I want to be the girl he craves, the one who does the things that no one else does, who let's him try the things he's only imagined I'm his wildest sessions alone with himself.
"What do you get out of all of this?" He asks, questioning this step towards commitment.
"I get to explore myself and act out my cravings without having to deal with all the rumors of barracks and searching for guys to feel safe with. I don't want to be your wife. I just want you to forget her when your with me, and I want you to think of me when you choose how to play"
"Well if you're going to explore, we're going to have to push you out of your comfort zone and actually find new places and things to try"
My heart is racing as fantasies flood through my mind. "What do you have in mind?"
"Just play along with different roles and we'll see what happens baby girl"
Baby girl....is this role number one? Does Dustin think that with our 8 year age gap and my petite frame that we could play out what I think he wants to play? I did just tell him that I want to be the one he thinks of.
"Yes daddy"
"Good Girl"
I. Am. Wet.
"So what did you have in mind for dessert baby girl?"
I stand up, clean up, take Dustin by the hand. "These can end up on the floor too" i say motioning to my sheer lingerie.
"Not yet" he replies, guiding me back to the bedroom.
I find myself once again on Dustin's bed, this time guided into the center, onto my hands and knees. With gentle pressure between my shoulder blades, I drop to my elbows, arching my back and exposing my entrances to open view, my modesty preserved only by the thin g-string buried between my cheeks.
Dustin pulls that to the side, bringing my arousal fully into view. I shudder as a soft, wet tongue traces it's way teasingly between my parted lips, beginning at the bundle of nerves aching in my core and ending in the tight wet hole that's been longing to be filled since I started my teasing back at lunch. I moan a soft sigh of want as Dustin licks me again and again, using his thumbs to spread me open before teasing the inner entrance of my now soaked vagina with his oral stimulation.
After a few breathless minutes of almost over the edge teasing with his tongue, Dustin traces his tongue higher. My eyes go wide and my breath catches in my throat as his tongue glides across my other hole. After a brief pause, he repeats his elongated trail of tongue teasing a second and third time, ending on my bum every time.
I moan "Don't stop, daddy" as his tongue lingers on my hole, swirling around my rear entrance as his calloused fingers reach between my legs to tease my clit. I am so close as his tongue makes headway into my hole which is opening up for him at his constant stimulation.
"I'm going to fill you up baby girl" Dustin leans down and whispers in my ear, his tongue momentarily replaced by his thumb pressing further into my bum, slick with his saliva.
"Please daddy" I moan in reply, eager to keep my promise to do everything his wife won't do.
Dustin pulls away completely and reaches into his wife's nightstand. I see him pull out a bottle of lube and a silver plug with a red jeweled heart on the end, still in its packaging, unopened, unplayed with. I know what's coming and why we're playing this out right now.
Dustin removes the plug from its package and holds it tip first up to my lips. I know what he wants without saying a word. I stick out my tongue and lightly tease the cold metal tip, softly swirling circles around it, further and further down until I bob my head down, taking the whole plug in my mouth and closing my lips around the base. I look up at Dustin, the jeweled heart of the plug between my lips and softly moan in anticipation.
He pulls it out of my mouth and I seductively tease the tip one last time. "Wanna stick it in my ass daddy?" I beg as sexily as possible. After a few seconds of fumbling around with the lube bottle, I feel the cold liquid land on my hole, followed by a finger gently probing my already relaxed entrance. A moment later, the finger is replaced by the cold lubed plug and my breath catches in my throat as I stretch around the plug before closing down tightly on the base. Dustin moves my g-string back into place, covering my soaking wet lips and holding the plug firmly in my butt.
I look back at him pleadingly. I know I teased you hard earlier but if you stop now, this is just cruel. "Daddy please" I say breathlessly, not wanting the stimulation to stop while also acutely aware of the fullness inside my rear.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me daddy"
"You have two options Hannah. You teased me, so this is a tease for you. You can go to bed, right now, right like this, or you can get your punishment and then a reward like a good girl. Bed or a spanking, your choice"
"Spank me Daddy" I beg without a moment's hesitation
smack the sharp crack of Dustin's hand on my bare cheek takes me by suprise and I clench hard on the plug inside my bum. "Oh fuck daddy" I moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. smack smack smack come three more successive blows, landing on alternating cheeks. I moan almost tearfully as my arousal builds to the point that I'm literally ready to beg for release.
"Daddy please fuck me. Do whatever you want just let me cum please"
A firm tug pulls my g-string down to my knees, still on all fours with my face in the pillows. A hard shaft rubs between my lower lips, finds my eager entrance, and in one firm thrust is buried all the way inside me. I cry out, looking back over my shoulder at Dustin who looks like a man possessed with the overwhelming urge to use me for his pleasure, and in that moment, it's all I want as well.
His firm hands grip my hips and I arch my back, throwing myself back against him to meet his own rapid thrusts. My cheeks clap a faster and faster pace as the overwhelming feeling of being completely filled mixes with the intense pleasure of the moment. I'm red faced and breathless, moaning Dustin's name as he continues in an unrelenting pace, thrusting in and out, in and out. At one point he pulls my face out of the pillows, gripping my long dark hair by my ponytail and commands "You're gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy"
He releases my hair but I remain facing forward, head up and moaning through the moment "Yes daddy, oh my fuuuuuuuuuckkkk" comes from my innocent lips as he simultaneously pulls out the buttplug and buries himself all the way inside me as I can feel him swell and begin to release against my cervix.
"That's right daddy, cum inside my pussy" I beg as he thrusts again and again as my inner walls clench down and my own release spills out of me, uncontained as I find one of the strongest orgasms of my life. His thrusts slow and eventually he pulls out, leaving me leaking cum and lube from both my holes.
He returns with a warm towel and begins to clean me off as I sit up, still in my sheer bra, and kiss him firmly on the lips. "That was incredible, daddy" I whisper, my forehead resting against his as he finishes cleaning my sensitive areas.
"Would you like to rinse off?"
I reply yes and he runs us a sensual warm shower, where nothing but gentle washing and a few lingering kisses happens. He's patient as I take extra time under the soothing water and wraps me in a soft towel when I get out.
As we get dressed into comfy pajama shorts and tshirts, I ask "so was I a good girl, daddy?"
"The best. I think we should stick with this role for awhile if you're into it"
After the time I had tonight, I'm more than willing to play along. We discuss some likes and dislikes and limits (nothing that leaves a mark where I'll have to answer questions about it at work), and reagree that none of this is a thing on the few occasions that his wife visits during her internship. And duh, no telling work, that would fuck us both.
We end the night with gentle pillow talk, and he asks if,for the role, I'd be willing to let him help me get dressed in the mornings, helping me pick out bras and undies from a selection of things I'd actually wear to work. I welcome the increased interaction and dedicated time to talk every morning without a second thought, and I fall asleep with his arm wrapped around me from behind, his strong hand under my tshirt, soothingly placed on my bare stomach, just below my belly button and just teasingly far enough into the area covered by a bikini. I'm in heaven.

Pretty much as the title says.
I'm 18M and very much of the mindset: "I don't give a fuck" both literally and figuratively. I don't care about sex and I don't have sex.
What confuses me most though (And sorry if this is TMI) is that yeah, I'll crank one out every so often, but it's more of an itch scratch than all else; I don't get real pleasure from it, because that's not what I'm looking for. It's a nuisance to deal with, frankly.
I'm just not sure where I am on the spectrum other than just "Ace". Do I fit into a microlabel that I'm unaware of?

I have many many reasons to belive I have adhd, (im not self diagnosing at all). often, when there is too many bright lights, too many sounds, smells and feelings, I feel like if one person accidentally touched me or like spoke to me, I would punch them in the face or lash out at them. I get extremely stressed, anxious and irritable for seemingly no reason when there is too much happening. my eyes go blurry, I can't breath and I start to hear all the sounds like blended together. this happened to me in class once, and one of my friends took me to the hall and asked me what was up, I cried and explained what I explained above, and she told me it was called overstimulation. I feel like this constantly, how do I deal with it?

Hello!
I’m new to the world of plastic surgery, injections, fillers, etc.
I’m always open to it and actually really want to get some stuff done (masseter botox is a big one on my list). Maybe lip filler. My thing is, I really worry about finding someone willing to take a conservative approach. I feel like way too much of the work I see is not well done, especially in celebrities! My thought is always, well if that celebrity has access to the best surgeons money can buy, why does their technique look HORRIBLE?
Even for your average every day person, I feel like most people ideally want a conservative approach and they don’t want to look insane. I feel like it starts off that way then they get talked into more procedures and filler than necessary, and over time it looks bad. They probably don’t even realize it. They probably had no reason to assume otherwise bc they didn’t know any better when choosing a doctor / injector / practice.
I want someone who will tell me no, or turn me away if I don’t need anything. I don’t want to be taken advantage of for not knowing any better.
What are some green flags to look out for? Conversely, what are some indictations that im seeing someone who has poor technique, or someone who is willing to overwork my face for a few extra bucks?

I'm looking for help with a build. I tried looking into Google I'm getting a whole load of nothing, so I was wondering if any one out here had a similar build? It's a hydra frozen orb build. Utilizing the unique or aspect for conjugations to launch frozen orbs, if I could get some advice with it I'd really appreciate it.

Original poem written by me, just a little bit ago. No editing to it, I’m not a writer, so I did it in 1 shot. 1st & as of right now, probably final draft. We will see. The only time in my life I’ve ever written a poem that wasn’t mandatory for a high school English class. Written to get some of my bitterness out of my body about the death of someone I once knew.
Don’t Get Me Wrong
He was a staple in the community. Loved by so many but unable to love himself. He helped so many friends through crisis so that they could come out on the other side of it shining. He talked so many people out of killing themselves. He lended a helping hand whenever he was able. He helped people with money when they couldn’t help themselves. I’m genuinely glad for you all that that is the version you got. That is not the person I knew. When I was depressed, after being choked to the point of blacking out in a parking lot, at one of my lowest moments, I heard him yell from the next room “I hope you fucking kill yourself!” followed by laughter. If I tried to tell him how I felt or communicate my feelings in any way, I was told I was overreacting & I should feel bad for invalidating his feelings by feeling the way I did. If I asked for help cleaning the house, I was reminded what a nagging cunt I was. If I asked for help paying the bills in the home we lived in together, I needed to stop being so materialistic & worried about money. Don’t get me wrong, I’m genuinely happy that you all got this amazing version. Really. While you were all told how much you matter & how loved you are & how amazing you all are (which I don’t doubt for one moment that you are), years ago I was steadily being reminded that I was horrible & no one but him could love me. I love that you got to have more good memories than bad, But that’s not the version I was given.

Hello I have just made a Reddit because I am looking to get in touch with a SoundCloud community in which potentially some participants would be interested in an opportunity to be featured in a gaming app. In a very short summary I am creating a cheerleading mobile gaming app it will launch next month in June. In the app, users create a routine but also create music to complement the performance. Right now, we have purchased the right to some instrumental tracks, loops, and sfx -this is what the player will use in our music mixer. However, I feel that this feature is falling short and would really benefit from some actual tracks. I was going to use tunereel but their custom license was outrageous. I am a small startup (only me) and thought about instead of using another 3rd party company, offering the opportunity to someone who is also just starting out, to put your music in the gaming app associated with your name when selecting the respective track. I am happy to further discuss details of what will make most sense for both parties.
Also, if there is a better forum or place you may suggest to post please let me know.

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Trijicon TA33 & Holosun 407c X2 $950 shipped, OBO SOLD

• 3x30 Magnification. Great balance of weight, field of view, and eye relief.
• Green crosshair, .308 reticle. Green version of TA33-C-400376. Worked great on a 16" 5.56 w/ 55g rounds
• Tritium was replaced by Trijicon in April of this year.
• Lenses are flawless, no scuffs or scratches (including holosun lens)
• ACOG has very minor surface rubbing, nothing breaking the finish, 9.5/10 condition.
• Holosun has minor wear to back side, no affect on performance, 9/10 condition.
• Comes with American Defense QD, piggyback mount, Tenebraex killflash, hardcase, lens pen, neoprene cover, and manual
• Will part out if I have a confirmed buyer for all components. Will post as a part out later this week if no takers.

Spartan Armor Systems Tactical Level IIIA Certified Wraparound Bulletproof Vest. $520 shipped.

• Size large
• Year 2020 production
• NIJ certified
• Worn only outside once. Some light glittering as a result. I got most of it off with a damp wash cloth. Only LARPed in the house outside of that.
• One elastic strap is showing a little waffling (see pictures). But functionally 10/10.
• Dark colors on armor insert photo is the inspection numbers on the inner layer, not stains.
• At a 35" midsection (measured around the navel) and I have side overlap on the armor. If you were any bigger around the middle, you might get some gap.
• No sales/shipping to New York or municipalities that ban body armor.

AXL Advanced Adaptive Vest Placard (AVP) for Crye JPC. $45 Shipped.

• Fits the vest, but is off center due to an off number of MOLLE rows
• Great adapter for Haley or Spiritus rigs.
• Very little use, in great condition.

I was with this guy for the past year. All throughout our relationship, he was the one who loved harder, he was the one who tried everything to make it work, he was the one afraid of losing me. He was also the one to stay and wait when I was unsure of our future together. I tried my best to return his love, but over time, I lashed out. Again and again. I used things he had confided in me against him, and actively sought to hurt him. He fell out of love with me, and I don't blame him. I went from being the person he trusted and turned to, to someone he could no longer feel safe around.
I know I messed up. Big time. I've reflected on myself a lot, and I really want to work on my issues - not taking people's love for granted, being kinder to loved ones, and not lashing out / being emotionally abusive. Whether or not we get back together, I intend to work on myself and address these issues. The thing is, I really miss him, and I want to work on getting back together. I want to show him that I've changed, and I want to grow as a person by his side. But I'm also aware that he has emotionally checked out of the relationship, and has been for some time. The "iffy" phase started around a month ago, during which he basically said he thought we should break up, and we went no contact for about a week. I was the one to reach back out and re-initiate contact, but I pressured him to decide too soon and I think it ended up pushing him away again. We've messaged since then, but he takes hours to respond to my recent messages, and he's ghosted me for a few days on a couple occasions. He says he still loves me and that there's a chance we could still be happy together, but I know emotionally he's gone and no longer wants to fight for us. I'm willing to wait and do whatever it takes to earn his love and trust back, but I'm not sure what to do. He takes hours to respond to basic messages. I also know being needy will only push him away even more, so it's hard when I'm still emotionally attached to him. If you've read this far, do you have any advice for me? I know my position does not evoke the most sympathy, and I take full responsibility for the downfall of our relationship. Any feedback/criticism is welcome.

Okay, this is my first CT. Tell me what you think.
DOMINANT TEMPO: A song of CT user’s choosing will play in his head. And every time he lands an attack, block or parry on time with song’s lyrics or tempo, his cursed energy reserves and and output steadily increases.
I also thought that since this characters fighting style and CT are all about timing and getting deep into the song he’s playing, he would be incredible at landing black flashes.
DOMAIN EXPANSION: Frenetic Jig
The song will be blaring in both the user and the target’s minds. The rate of the CT user’s energy increase at an even faster rate. And the target would have to abide by the rules of this domain and fight along side the song and melody or else his cursed energy reserves and cursed energy output would steadily decrease.
BINDING VOW: HERE COMES THE BLACK SUN!
In the event that my character can land five black flashes in a row, when he lands the sixth, he will forego all the bonus he’s stacked up for one all out out attack.
There would also be added effects based on what genre of music, but I have figured those out yet. Give me some ideas if you want.

Hey everyone,
I'm sorry for the upcoming wall of text, but i really need to get it off my chest and hope to maybe get some advice.
So three years back we got a puppy from the animal rescue. She looked like a rough haired collie mix, I grew up with a French Bulldog and then later had a Cane Corso with my ex boyfriend till she was 6 and they moved away to a different city. Both dogs turned out amazing.
An important side note here: as I am still a student, we made a family decision to get a dog together with my parents. So it had to be a dog that we were all comfortable with. I really didn't care what breed of dog we would get, as long as it wasn't tiny, and not a working breed. This excluded most shepherds.
Well, as life has it, my mom fell in love with our girl from the pictures the animal rescue posted online. I warned her that she would not grow up to be a smaller dog like my parents wanted, and that she looked like a shepherd, albeit a rough collie. My mom grew up with a rough collie and said they were very trainable dogs and quite calm. I was so desperate to have a dog in my life again that I agreed, and a couple of weeks later, our girl was here.
She was brought to us in pretty bad shape, kennel cough, and a huge flesh wound on her tail from where someone had accidentally slammed it in the door (and apparently not treated it?).
Behavioural difficuties started almost instantly. We managed to work through most of them though: food aggression/ anxiety (she would even gobble up water, the first and second bowl of it, as if scared someone would take it from her) and generally scared of everything. Once we got past the fear though, the guarding instinct kicked in. And they kciekd in bad. There is a big field that here where dogs are allowed to run free. At some point, she started attacking people who would dare walk by the field wihout their own dog. She tried to intimidate any guests we had. I once went to the bathroom and left my friend in the living room. When I came back he was clutching his ears while sitting on the couch. I asked him what the fuck happened, apparently while I was gone, she first "bullied" him till he sat down on the couch, then started biting his fingers when he tried to text me. Other friends had to go through similiar fates, weren't allowed to stand up from chairs etc. We got through all of that, and we also had two trainers come by who gave us some good pointers.
However, today, we have similiar but different problems, and i'm at my wits end. By now, we also did a DNA test and found out she is mostly a bohemian shepherd, which is the forefather breed of all German Shepherds. She is a spitting image of the breed too. So avoiding getting a workign line breed didn't work out at all :')
She recently attacked a dog who "charged" my mom because he was apparently a bit too excited to say hello. He had to get stitches because she put two holes in his shoulder. When we go outside, I usually bring her ball and we play fetch throughout the park (and avoid the dog park so there isnt any conflic potential), however, too many assholes just do not care when I ask them to keep their off leash dogs from running up to us when we are playing fetch (mind you, we purposefully go to places where there is nobody around). My dog's recall is perfect, and i put her on the leash and take the ball away, but the other dog often ignores their owner and runs up to us and starts harassing my dog. She becomes aggressive towards the other dog in this setting. We've had a couple of fights blow up like this.
If I dont bring her her ball, we walk through the dog park, and sometimes she even invites other dogs to play. However, there are other days when she decides to find something else to guard instead, and then shit hits the fan. A couple of months back, she was eating a piece of dirt, then lost interest and walked away. However, then another dog came and started sniffing that space, and my dog instantly ran over and started fletching her teeth. The other dog didnt back down, and they got into a fight. It ended up with me having to go to the hospital because the other dog bit me while I was pulling them apart, because the other dogs owner was this old lady who only stood in shock while opening and closing her mouth silently like a damn fish out of the water. Also, if I dont play fetch with her, she is often even more restless at home than she already is.
That is the next problem: she is so, so fucking high energy, and I just dont know how to deal with it. I walk her for an hour three times a day, during each walk we: do obedience, do impulse training, i make her do nose work (hide food in tall grass or tree bark and make her search for it), and then play fetch. About an hour after we're home, she starts showing all signs of boredom. Brings me her toys, nudges me, or stops just sits and whines. As soon as I stand up from my chair, she jumps up all excited like we're going somewhere. I just dont know how to fucking tire her out. I feel like i'm failing her and at the same time, I feel like having her is taking more from me than it is giving back. Each walk is a damn stress test and like playing russian roulette to see if some idiot is going to let his off leash dog try to take her ball, or if she will just simply be in a bad mood and attack another dog for looking at her wrong.
We sometimes go to the forest near our house and i let her dig there because she loves it, but God forbid someone else walks by, she completely starts raging. Yesterday some dude with a huge banddog happened to walk by (thank God the other dog was on a leash) and my idiot tried her best to slip out of her collar to try and attack him.
It's like literally every damn day she's bringing me to my wits end. Today, some dog on the other end of the field squealed and she ran over, completely ignoring my recall (usually never happens) all while barking aggresively the whole way (around 800 m). She has a habit of "stepping in" when two dogs are fighting and protecting the "underdog". I'm just so fucking stressed out by her its insane. Right now, I was sitting writing my thesis, and after she was nudging me all day demanding attention (yes, I send her away, then she starts whining), she suddenly lets out this high pitch bark because once again some random fucking noise three houses away scared her. I now have a tinnitus in my right ear and funnily enough, this was for some reason my breaking point that nearly brought me to tears.
Anyways, I apologize for my ramblings, and would be very grateful for any advice you have.
Oh, and before you wonder about her being a "family dog", my parents are often abroad for a couple of months of a time, but this was all discussed beforehand and was fine by me. Its jsut none of us saw her becoming the way she is. Also, she managed to break both of my mom legs (one each on a seperate occasion) because she reacted to something and suddenly pulled my mom. She then proceeded to threaten anyone who tried to come close to my mom to help her, until I came.
Yes, I am currently looking into a trainer, but I am kind of scared this time. The first trainer we had was a completey dumbass who just drenched her in water without warning us beforehand for barking. My dog had a phobia of plastic bottles after that for months till i managed to get her past it. The second trainer was amazing but unfortunately moved away to the other side of the country.

Finally got a Bible, it was a family members before. Funnily enough I've been wanting a Bible for awhile. But didn't know which one was best. I also wanted a book instead of something online. But in my condition I struggle with money as I cannot work. But one day I randomly mentioned it with my dad around. And he just left this on the side downstairs the day after. I'm so glad to finally have one, I just hope it's the best one.
I finally have hope of a better life, a life with Jesus, it's been a struggle but I feel like I've found peace in a time of struggle.
Here's how I got into a relationship with Jesus, you don't have to read it. I don't want to be a burden, or for people to feel sorry. It's just for anyone in a similar position, or anyone who has been through a lot of pain.
3 years of chronic pain, I was stuck in my tiny room for months. I'm stuck on all types of pain killers and drugs that I used to numb the pain. I was hearing voices. No friends, didn't see sunlight unless I went to the pharmacy or doctors. Didn't even open my curtains. I was a mess, and somewhat still am working on fixing myself as I'm still a mess, just a mess with hope and clarity now.
I wanted to get into religion, I was looking into different ones. And out of nowhere I just got a bunch of vids on insta reels and YouTube about Jesus. It took a while but I decided to put my trust in him. I didn't want to come off my Opioids and benzos because I have a life long condition that I know is impossible to just cure.
Ive never been religious or believed in God or Jesus before now. I think sometimes we have to go through pain to come to .
But I started praying, I put my trust in Jesus and started to understand that whatever happens Is his plan. I stopped being spiteful and full of hate, blaming others and God for the conditions im in. And instead started thanking Jesus for the pain as it has molded me into who I am.
I've been trying relentlessly to get help from doctors and substance abuse specialists to tamper me off the meds. It's been a battle, I'm still on them. But I have hope. My mind is clear, no more voices. I know what I have to do, and I cannot do it myself. My doctors hate me so they won't help, the substance abuse specialists are acting funny and only started to maybe help after I called in 9 different times asking for help. I just want to get off these horrid things. But it's too dangerous to justs stop as the withdrawals are hell on earth and on one of the meds can cause a high risk of seizures in withdrawal.
But I trust chirts, I pray that these not so nice doctors and specialists get enlightened as I have. When I'm off this stuff, I think my purpose will be to go around helping others in similar situations as the world, even the people who are supposed to help, is just so full of hate and evil. (Not everyone).
I'm going to start reading the Bible, I've read psalms 97 first. I don't know whether to read it in a certain order or from the beginning. But I just started reading what was recommended to me by videos online, (Cliffe knechtle and bishop mar mari Emmanuel)
I just hope this is a good version of the Bible, as I am naive I have no idea whats what.
If you've read this, thank you. It's a lot of writing. I love you all, and pray you all have great luck and come out of any struggles you are currently facing with Jesus Christ by your side. I love you all.

So I joined up with the railroad and started working the brotherhood and institute as a double agent. P.A.M wants to talk to me, so I go see her. Tells me she's got wind of a courser, so I ask for the details. Always down to test myself against the institute's best. Fuck you Shawn. Now I know how Soldier Boy felt. I wish my wife was still alive. I want a mulligan.
I check my map and the courser isn't on it. I scroll around, and see that he's like two inches off the western border and I'm like "wtf." But I get geared up and strike out west.
When I find the gates of Nuka World I realize two things. 1. I don't think I did this DLC 10 years ago, and 2. Faction quests can take you to the DLC areas. I had never had that happen before.
I decide this is cool as fuck, go online, and realize instantly that everyone is using mods TO PREVENT THIS!
Anyway, I go in underlevelled, accidentally get made de facto leader of a bunch of raider gangs, make a mental note to backstab each and every one of them at the first opportunity, and proceed to make my way deep into the park to complete my hit.
Then I just head back to the commonwealth and leave them all in complete dissaray which is pretty in character for John Fallout. I have other shit to do right now. :p

Before we get to the point let's first celebrate the end of the Godzilla event: The absolutely rushed and unbalanced shitfest is now over, rejoice ! The rewards, the mode, the mutations all sucked with absolutely no saving with absolutely barely any changes made by the devs that had an impact other than pushing Stu mutation out of viability because most others just deals 10 times more damage. Oh it was also a treat not getting the supposed 3 percent chance on legendary eggs. Only requiring 71 eggs for me to get a SINGLE legendary egg(It was my very last egg btw). But that's not all. There's 17 days left, the event just ended and cyber brawl season has barely anything other than skins as far as I can tell. Is no one else bummed out by this ? After such a terrible 3 weeks there being nothing new to enjoy other than draco for basically 45+ days is gonna be an experience that's for sure. Have a good day everyone and enjoy the mutation-free modes

Game 1 - Fenerbahçe @ Galatasaray (1 - 0 Fenerbahçe leads)
After a series of early season mistakes including the draw against Kayseri and late transfers, and Fenerbahçe's long unbeaten run, it seemed like the season was Fener's to lose. In a way, they looked like the favourites and they had a great advantage against the last season's champions.
Game 2 - Fenerbahçe @ Galatasaray (1 - 1 tied)
Just like the last season, after the NT break we looked to get in the form while in Fener injuries and bad results began to pile one after another. The loss against Trabzon at home, and humiliation against Nordsjaelland away was enough to show the fragility of Fener while even just a momentarily we were gaining the upper hand in this match up.
Game 3 - Galatasaray @ Fenerbahçe (2 - 1 Galatasaray leads)
The Super Cup final in Riyad and the home game against Galatasaray looked to be the moment that Fener could have again gained the upper hand in this match up. The former got postponed with a lot of controveries, and the latter turned out be a miss for Fener despite Eagle claiming that they were the advantageous side. The championship tide looked to be slowly turning towards Galatasaray once again.
Game 4 - Galatasaray @ Fenerbahçe (3 - 1 Galatasaray leads)
Again, in a series of misshaps, Fener continued to choke away their chances at their own disposal, first with the Cup, then withdrawal from the Super Cup and loss against Olympiacos. The homecourt advantage that they were supposed to have after their strong start to the league was slowly but surely fading away as Galatasaray won matches after matches.
Game 5 - Fenerbahçe @ Galatasaray (3 - 2 Galatasaray leads)
Losing their chances, Fener looked like in the brink of elimination when they finally came to Rams Park. With a huge lead in the match up, the championship looked like Galatasaray's to lose. With nothing to lose, Fener came out the stronger side and utilised right enough tactics even with the foul problem early on to push the title race to final matches.
Game 6 - Galatasaray @ Fenerbahçe
With a higher morale and advantage to play at home against a lowly Istanbulspor team, Fener again looks like they have the homecourt advantage in the 1st half of the matches in Fixture 38. The Galatasaray side will be travelling away, even with 3 point advantage, they can't risk to lose points against a Konya team that may be relegated if things go sideways. The first half of these matches can be the deciding factor in the title race.
Game 7 - Fenerbahçe @ Galatasaray (TBD)
If there are no conclusion reached at the end of the 1st half, expect the second half of the matches in the last week to be an absolute nail biting experience. Until the final whistle, nothing will be certain.
There aren't many teams that came back from a 1-3 deficit in NBA finals and that is as much of a chance Galatasaray has in winning the title but things can happen. So hopefully, this series* will end in Game 6.

So the quick and dirty about our little shop: we 3D print and hand paint Dungeons and Dragons miniatures. Anything we 3D print in house we do have a refund/return policy in place. However, there is a single listing in our shop that doesn't, for custom paint requests we don't offer refunds or replacements. If a painted mini breaks we offer a refund on the price of print, or offer to reprint it and ship it unpainted, but we don't refund/replace custom paint jobs.
A customer sent us a physical mini because the digital file wasn't available to give to us so we could 3D print it ourselves. They then purchased a custom paint request from us to have the miniature painted. I painted the mini , got the go ahead that it looked fantastic, and shipped it off.
A few days later the customer gets back with us and says the miniature arrived broken and sent a photo of the miniature. This was shocking, we haven't had a miniature break in transit in years, but given the small area where it was attached to the base, excessive rough handling may have caused enough tension inside for her to snap despite our finely tuned packaging efforts. We have had also had several customers drop and break their models as well.
Regardless of what actually happened I gave them two options after apologizing that their miniature arrived broken:
A) I offered to file a claim with USPS on their behalf to get the full value of the order back and I issue a full refund. All I needed from the customer was a picture of the shipping packaging if they wanted to go with this option. At the time I offered this option, this was the same day the tracking info says it arrived.
B) Even though we didn't print the mini in house, I offered to refund some of the painting cost to cover the price of the model they sent us + plus shipping (coming out to $11.99 refund out of the $30.00 they paid to have the miniature painted).
I ended the message by apologizing for the broken miniature again and that I hope she could be glued back together nicely regardless of which option the customer wants to go with.
Four days go by and I don't hear anything but this morning I get this message back, "Hello, my hands aren't steady enough to try and fix this. I have ordered a replacement, maybe we can come to an agreement on painting the replacement?"
I don't paint for free, it takes 4-8 hours to paint something this size with that level of shading detail. And her skin was a custom mixed color on my wet pallet that I'm not sure I can replicate. It might be close, but likely not the same. I'm already charging amateuintermediate skill prices at $30 for this size, where a professionally painted model this size can easily go for $60-120. I don't know what type of "agreement" this person is looking for if the offers I put on the table for a refund and the cheap price aren't good enough.
I suppose all of this is to say, how would you handle this situation? What would be your reasoning behind repainting for free, denying them and saying the previous two offers are the ones availabe, or something else I haven't considered? If you were the customer what would be a reasonable reply or how would you like it handled?
This is the first time someone has asked for a refund/replacement of a painted miniature and I know I have a clear policy for the hand painted listing on my shop saying we don't offer refunds/replacements but I'm also really worried about a bad review. I only get a handful of orders a month and half or less of them leave a review. A 1 star review would look very bad on my rating. Especially since it isn't the paint job that is the problem here.
Thank you for your time in reading this, I'm so sorry I don't have a TLDR, I wasn't sure how to condense all this down.
Edit: I thought I could attach photos as well but couldn't. Removed the direct references to the photos.

I’ve seen a lot of arguments for not allowing kicking by the host once extraction has been called and until yesterday I would have agreed.
Sadly we had a really grumpy player who had been moaning throughout the game, something about him having thought it was a quick defence mission rather than a 40 minute raising the flag mission. Not sure why that was our fault?
He then calls in extraction whilst one of our team was still finishing an objective. I thought nothing of it since every other player I’ve come across waits to board the pelican. He then jumps on board and tells us ‘this is what you get for a bait and switch‘ and to the player to far out to board ‘next time you should host’.
At that point I kicked him. I think he’d still get samples, but not XP? So hopefully it wasted some of his time. I should have kicked him sooner, but I try not to kick anyone.
TLDR - grumpy player boarded pelican before we could all get back to it. Kicked him.

This is a total shot in the dark - but I accidentally left my daughter’s prized teddy bear on an Air France flight into Boston this afternoon. I’ve emailed with Air France there and they said that nothing was turned in from the flight but I’m pretty sure it was wrapped up in one of the blankets they provide. I know those get sent out to be laundered and I’m wondering is anyone has any idea who the large commercial launderers in Boston are so I could start calling around. She’s absolutely gutted and heartbroken and it’s 100% my fault. Any (helpful) advice would be greatly appreciated.

U know thankfully Reddit lets u schedule post cuz I can make this and have it auto post months from now and if Nancy Drew ever sees it…which hopefully by now u have stopped doing this for whatever reason u still feel the need to do so. Also the fact that u think this whole Reddit is about u is concerning. Me talking about how I feel doesn’t mean it’s all about u. Just some shit I’m dealing with. Pretty sure people do that on social media…doesn’t mean the whole thing is dedicated to one person.
Now on to the matter at hand. If u think I’m going to bring up that horrible M. Night Shyamalanian ending then no shit Sherlock! Thats probably y u decided to cyber stalk. Few problems u see I’m tired of talking about it. Seeing as u never wanted to see my proof but instead try to insult and hurt me in as many ways as possible without crossing any legal lines. Which Bravo to u…but I’m tired of u. I’m tired of getting to a realm of normal just for ur name to pop up on my phone and then some stupid part of me is expecting the conversation to go better than I hoped. The fact is I didn’t cheat on u that night. Am I can spend the rest of ur life hating me an never forgiving me…but how u think I could manage to cheat on u when we spent every minute together besides me going to a card shop down the street blows my mind. But ur entitled to ur own opinion. I’m not here to fight with a mule. (Stubborn as a mule reference…don’t need u assuming more than u already have)
U fucking ripped my heart out. I don’t mean oh I was a little hurt and then a few weeks later I was fine. I still wake up crying from the random dreams in which y’all pop into my head. (Well u deserve it). Yea I already know how u feel. U hate me u don’t love me an u wish I was dead. Join the club I’ve wanted that since I was born u saying it won’t make it happen any faster. So if u and the rest of Mystery inc are done…then leave me alone. Cuz if not I’m gonna assume u wanna talk this all out in person.