I suffered from severe gender dysphoria when I was 11, and told my parents I was trans. I am now almost 15 and think I might regret it? I am completely socially transitioned, like 100% of people in my life treat me as a male, i'm seen as one in public, and pass insanely well. I've been wondering about detransition this past week, after having some soul crushing guilt and regret about being trans. At certain times I feel like I would love to be a girl, but then sometimes I realize I will miss the social life of being a male. I am on the lacrosse team, in an all cishet male friend group, I don't know if i can give that up or if it will even make me happier. If i detransitioned, I would change schools as well, so it's giving up a lot. I have no idea if I want to be a girl, or just know i'll never be a real guy. I'm also not sure if my body looking so masculine is making me unable to see myself as anything but a guy. Please give me some actual advice, if you can relate.

30m and have been lurking on here since I first started twitching 7 months ago. I just wanted to share my experience, although I do fear I will be very long winded...TLDR I got really anxious, body started acting really weird, focused on physical/mental improvements, started feeling better!
I think this story will sound quite familiar for everyone on here...after a period of inactivity I began experiencing unfamiliar physical sensations that started ringing alarm bells in my head. I had lingering shoulder pain for no discernible reason that was radiating down my arm and giving tingles into my neck area. When this hung around for a couple of months, I made a visit to my GP and they paid it no mind. As it started getting worse, our old friend Dr. Google of course was telling me that this is MS. The feeling of numbness started spreading and I basically was melting down for the entire winter over this. A family friend who is a neurologist recommended finding a colleague of his locally just to check that box and move on.
As this was all peaking, I started to notice a squirming feeling in the arch of my foot, along with tightness/cramping along my entire leg. This eventually settled into pretty constant foot twitches and pain across my entire foot. I was continuing to shut down and those around me were quite aware that something was wrong with me. I agreed of course, and was insisting it was a neurological problem. They then agreed with that, and that the problem was my anxiety.
I finally had my appointment with the neurologist in February and he identified zero issues during his clinical exam. He did order an EMG on my arm due to the length of time that the shoulder issue was lingering. It was of course completely clean, and he couldn't have been less interested concerning my foot/leg. I showed him a video of my foot spasming, and he remarked "that is as relevant of a symptom to there being a major issue as your eyes being brown." He said to see an orthopedic doctor and that I won't need to see a neurologist for at least 40 years.
This offered temporary relief, and my shoulder started feeling better. But as that was happening, the twitches started spreading all over. First it moved across to my other foot, and then up my calves into my lower thigh near my knees. I started freaking out again. The foot pain was persisting, so I visited the orthopedic doctor. They couldn't really identify any sort of problem and referred me to a neurophysiologist to perform an EMG on my legs.
As I waited patiently for the month to pass until that appointment, I decided that I needed to have a mentality shift with this situation. It was time to focus on the things that I can control, which is both my physical activity and mental health. I started working with a physical therapist and also a CBT therapist. Both have been invaluable! I started seeing physical improvement and continued to push myself exercise wise. I made it a point of emphasis to walk at least 2.5 miles every day and to resume pickup basketball/golfing. I made big strides with my therapist and they ended up referring me to a psychiatrist. Eventually an SSRI was recommended and that has been a big help as well.
The EMG date came, and even though I had started feeling better, I was extremely nervous. My twitches were very wide spread (foot, calf, knee, thigh, butt, abs, neck, biceps, triceps, forearm, and hands) and still causing me distress. The EMG was completely clean with zero findings, which of course everyone predicted.
It has been a month since then, and I'm feeling the best I have physically and mentally in 2 years. I'm still twitching all over, mostly in my legs, but it has been reduced by quite a margin. I have no interest in going back to see any doctors for quite some time. This twitching stuff is so distressing at first and the periods of uncertainty/confusion are legitimately traumatizing. I just felt that it was really important to share a positive story for others that are still in that period of time.
Please feel free to reach out if you ever want to talk, and focus on improving the things that are within your control!

Recently, as I've gotten more into Spectacle Brawlers/Character Action Games and Fighting Games, mechanical complexity is something that's been on my mind a lot more than it used to be. And I don't want to imply that games focusing on mechanical depth are bad or anything, Devil May Cry 5 and Guilty Gear Strive are easily in my top 20 if not top 10 games of all time. But it's remained obvious to me that game feel will always be way more important than depth.
Depth is great for keeping people wanting to come back and play the game even after they've finished all the content of the game, but nobody is going to want to engage in that depth if the game doesn't feel good to play. Meanwhile, if a game feels good but is mechanically shallow, it's still fun to just turn your brain off and enjoy the carnage.
So I ask, what are some examples of games that are shallow, but feel good.
My main thought is something like the Insomniac Spider-Man games (at least 1 and Morales, haven't played 2 yet). There's some depth there with the different moves and suit abilities you can get, but ultimately it's all fluff. You're primarily gonna be using the basic punches to get through most encounters, and the suit abilities really come down to "I like this one most, and so I'm gonna use this one almost exclusively". But you know what? The combat just feels so good. I'd probably put it as the third best Arkham-Like game I've played, only coming behind Mad Max and the Arkham Games themselves.

I noticed that key details for setting up a Micro SD card for the Everdrive GB X7 were scattered all over so I wanted to summarize them in one place. This post also has more info on finding low-power Micro SD cards beyond just "pick a small size from a good brand".

Error F6: FAT Error

Usually indicates that either (1) the Micro SD card draws too much power, or (2) the Micro SD card is formatted with a GPT partition table when it must be MBR.

Finding low-power Micro SD cards

TL;DR, look for SD cards specifically labeled MLC or SLC.
Flash memory works by storing different voltage levels in flash "cells". Older chips would use "SLC" (Single Level Cell) tech, storing 1 bit per cell. Later came "MLC" (Multi Level Cell), which stores 2 bits per cell. Most newer Micro SD cards use QLC, or 4 bits per cell.
Storing more bits per cell has the benefit of making larger, cheaper storage, but at the cost of reliability and higher power draw. This page goes into more detail as it pertains to aerospace, but the same tradeoffs apply here.
So, to find a lower-power SD card, you should specifically look for MLC or SLC cards. Expect MLC to cost 3-4x more per GB vs what you'd pay for a typical Micro SD card, which will be QLC. I just recently got an 8 GB "SanDisk Industrial MLC" card for $10 and 16 GB MLC card for $14 and confirmed they both read/write without issue, while a different 16 GB SanDisk card that was not specifically labeled MLC does not work.

Using the right partition table (MBR)

Like the heading says, if you use a partition table, it must be MBR and not GPT.
I side-stepped this by not using a partition table at all, and just writing the FAT filesystem directly to the sd card itself, rather than in a partition. I've seen some people have issues with partition tables "automatically" converting to GPT. No partition table = nothing to accidentally convert.
On Linux, to make the filesystem, I ran
sudo mkfs.fat -I -F 32 /dev/sdd -n 'EverdriveGB'
Notice that I specified sdd and NOT sdd1, because I'm not using any partitions at all. You can find the right device on your system with lsblk.

Lol, I thought this would be funny to write about as a first silly little post as it is the most interesting thing in my life. (Don’t mind any typos)
First of all, to anyone who wants to tell me to stop or get over it or give me any valid reasonable and rational advice,I will not listen so don’t bother.
As these stories go, I 15(f) in love with English teacher 26(f). I’m obsessed with her, and have been for almost msot 2 years, it would have been longer if she had come into my life sooner.
I’m not a love at first sight person, so it took a while for it to come about. And iv always had problems with getting violently obsessed with things, I believe it’s some kind of coping mechanism, you know? If I don’t have something to live for then I fall in love with something, subconsciously of course. First it was cartoon characters then celebrity’s and the for the first time a real person who I know in real life! (Except she’s my teacher and she’s 26) but also the first woman iv ever fallen for (iv always known Im pan so it wasn’t a shock really). I think another HUGE reason I love her is because I don’t have a mother, she was abusive, druggy, alcoholic yadi-yadi-yada, and so I don’t live with her and I don’t like her and she isn’t there for me, and so I meet a kind female adult who I look up to? Obviously I get attached and I see her as a mother figure. I really do, I want to be just like her, I want to make her proud, I seek her validation, i want to fuck her. You know, regular motherly things!
The first day I met her, first day of year 10. From the second she walked into the class I felt her energy and her vibes and I had that feeling where you instantly like someone and want to be friends with them and think they are super cool. Now, she is not hot, like Obviously to me me right now in this moment she’s the most beautiful and pretty person iv ever seen she’s so cute and hot and all that, but Obviously that’s because I’m obsessed with her everything about her is great, but she’s the kind of ugly that when she first walked into the class people snickered.
She has a rash on her chin, a noticeable moustache, she looks at least 30 despite being much younger, her eyes are creepy looking and small, her skin is really red and dry and way too textured, she does weird ugly facial expressions, she has a big nose, her hair is never brushed and always greasy, she has really small eyelashes blah blah blah.. (she obviously has some really nice features as well, but I’m trying to prove i don’t like her for her looks)
Now In her defence I think they were laughing because she has the hugest ass iv seen in my entire life, not cuz of her face. (She wears really tight leggings everyday) But, she is overweight and a lot of people bring her down cuz of it but that has nothing to do with any of it for me obviously, and I obviously didn’t laugh when she walked in.
The point is, I instantly liked her and her personality, she has that school mum vibe, she’s witty she’s confident she’s loud, she’s funny, she’s so weird (like she does and says the weirdest stuff, she’ll start dancing out of no where with no warning, she shortens words all the time and then says them three times like: “fab fab fab” she has just the weirdest tendencies and mannerisms it’s insane), shes always so exited and jolly, she’s like a ball of sunshine yet at the same time she’s so sassy and passive aggressive, when I’m older I wanna be just like her you know!
And that’s how I felt for a long time, I would just enjoy her lessons because of the energy and vibes she’d bring! She makes everything so much fun just by being there, she’s also a drama teacher so she’s great at getting a crowd going and stuff. But it seemed no one else liked her, they either fat shamed her, or said she was a bitch, or found her annoying.
They aren’t wrong she is all of those things, but she’s only a bitch to you if you don’t respect her and then she’s passive aggressive and makes your time in her class hell, and as her favourite student who kissed her ass everyday it was fun for me to watch people get roasted by her and never have to worry about it. She is annoying to a lot of people because she hypes everyone up, and she’s loud and obnoxious and confident, she laughs at her own jokes and she’s giggly and she does stupid accents, she’s the walking talking definition of “QUIRKY” and so 15 year olds find her incredibly cringey and jarring. But as an immature individual my self I found her energy like something I have never seen anyone have so i from the first day thought she was my favourite teacher ever!
I often take the role of like comic relief when it comes to my friends so I often make the joke myself, and once I felt this admiration for my English teacher, and this giddy happy feeling in me when I saw her, I thought it would be a great idea to pretend/ hint to having a crush on her to my friends as a joke so they can make fun of me. It was small things like “oh my english teacher! … oh.. I liiiiikkkee herrrrrrrr~!” Id day when people mention her, no one caught onto the joke for a couple months until one day, after a holiday I had dyed my hair and she walked past me and she complimented it, I thanked her and INSTANTLY MY HEART WAS POUNDING AND I GOT ALL GIGGLING, my friend was next to me and found it funny obviously. And then the more I went to her lessons I couldn’t stop getting all sweaty and nervous around her, and every time she’d do something cute, like squeal when she’s frustrated and make weird noises or do a fake accent, or tell a joke I’d feel so unbelievably happy, and I couldn’t stop talking and thinking about her, but Eveytime I’d think about her or look at her id get a huge ick of like.. but ewww she’s so not hot! I can NOT be in love with THAT.
By summer I was still feeling this Same way, one day she wore a dress and like the dopey idiot she is, she lifted her leg and from where I sat I saw her panties. I WAS DISGUSTED, and looked away. And then looked back.. but then looked away.. and then looked back.. and then looked away.. (and did it a couple more times) but I felt sick in my stomach the whole time! It was not a hot thing at the time.
Then the year ends and it’s the summer holiday, (now up until this point I was quite caught up with my David walliams obsession. yes the 56 year old.. and so I didn’t really care about her all that much. On the first day back, before school started I went to a birthday party and I saw her walking outside of the school, when I saw her my heat was beating so fast, i hadn’t seen her in 6 weeks and I was not expecting to see her then, I said hi to her and i couldn’t stop thinking about that moment so intensely, and every thought I had about her being ugly didn’t matter to me, it’s not like I forgot about it, I know what she looks like, but I just think everything about her is so beautiful, it’s part of her and so its perfect.
That feeling got worse and worse as the year went by, every time i see her I shake, i sweat, I have panic attack like symptoms, but I feel so happy, like manic, I am overwhelmed, I want to punch things, I want to scream.
Then we get to the part where to silence this obsession I did regrettable and wierd things that she will never know about, some of the despicable things iv done in “the name of love” for her include:
Eating her hair Licking her spit of the table Kissing her chair when she leaves the room Following her around school Drawing her Writing poems about her Writing songs about her Making edits of her Taking photos of her Recording her voice when she talks to me Stealing her trash Licking her pens Making AI chat bots with her personality Making a bingo game about her (that one is just funny, and all my friends played it too, during her lessons lol)
And many other things I won’t mention. Obviously I’m not proud of any of this, and I didn’t really need to do it, some of it I did “as a joke” for my friends, some of them I did just because I could.. but the recording her voice one is essential! Anytime we’d have a heart felt convo I’d record it so I can listen to it if I ever loose the will to live (surprisingly frequently).
Now our relationship as student and teacher was/is very good.
We’ve had some lovely moments, she told me she cared about me outside of the classroom.
A personal favourite of mine: One time she was marking my work and it was just us in the classroom and I rested my head on her shoulder as she was going through it with me, and she looked down at me and she smiled and then we stayed like that for ages while she marked my work.
All my friends said I was delusional and that she probably hates me, but she has a huge ego and i believe she likes to keep me around to give it a boost every now and then.
I wore a matching outfit with her once (on accident) and she was very happy about it
Anytime I’d ask her what I can do to improve my grade she’s say to me “oh no! But you’re doing really well! I thought you did great!”
She’d never get mad at me or shout at me for anything, if we are doing a one between two activity she’d give me the only extra sheet in the class
I asked her to sit at the front to her because I “concentrate better at the front” (i only asked cuz i wanted to sit closer to her) she gave me a sly smirk and then the next lesson she moved me to the back of the class, and also moved her self to the back of the class.
We took a selfie together and the whole time she was giggling, I gave her a Christmas card, she lets me follow her around the school, she gave my friends dirty looks when they were being mean to me
I sent her stupid emails of pictures of capybaras (it was an inside joke between us) and she responded with a way to enthusiastic response for such a simple image lol!
I sand “you belong with me” by TS and she stood in the crown and when it got to the “you belong with me” bit I pointed at her and she pointed back! Singing the words back to me
Oh, and let us not forget the amount of eye contact. I never look people in the eye, one of my first exes I barely ever looked into their eyes all the time I knew them, I just suck at eye contact. Until I met her, since I’m so insecure about her forgetting me or loosing me or something I often stare at her when she’s teaching to make sure that she doesn’t forget me. And some how in the last couple of months she stares at me as well.
Anytime she tells a joke she looks straight at me to see how I respond (always with giggles even when it’s the lamest thing iv ever heard. It’s often not funny at all.) and the entire time shes teaching the lessons I will stare at her. IN HER EYES. Like, I’ll often smile calmly, but if she hasn’t looked at me in like 4 minutes then I’ll stare deeper, but she usually looks into my eyes and hold it for a while sometimes she’ll even smile at me and then stutter and forget what she’s saying before looking away and continuing. She’ll stare deeply into my eyes, throughout the lesson, and I also always catch her looking at me first.
Once she was helping me with my work, she got really close to me, and she stared into my eyes and then I see her getting small glances at my lips (with this one I may be a little delusional) she leaned in and she kept getting confused. Like, she yaps a lot, and a lot very loudly. So it was odd for her to be standing there her arm touching mine talking to me and being like “…. Um-.. heh-.. where was i..” and she flicks through my paper and then looks back at me and goes silent and then swallows and then looks down and then flips through it again and then says something small and short followed by more silence.
I also have a theory shes on drugs, for many reasons but one time I needed her to take a photo of my book, and she was acting so weird, tired but like really like dizzy and loopy and breathless. And she went to take a photo of my book, and got behind me and she leaned into my book, and I felt her heavy loud breath on my neck as her stray hairs were tickling the side of my face and her shoulder was touching my back, she she just stood there and stared at my book for ages until i was like “um so.. you can.. take a photo or something..” and then she slowly did it hahahaha!
Obviously it’s now exam time and so school is basically over and I have no more lessons, so I didn’t go into depth about how much she means to me as a person but to sum it up into one sentence; I would want to seriously kill my self with out her in my life.
And so the thing I had been fearing for so long, the last English lesson, the last time seeing my dear beloved. Well obviously it’s life or death so I have to tell her how I feel and get her to stay in contact with me.
The last lesson ends I go up to her after a morning of: pissing my self, shitting my self, throwing up in my mouth, constantly putting on perfume, checking my hair and chewing the mintiest of gums. And I start my speech, I won’t go into it but I told her how I felt about her (minus the being in love bit I played it off as platonic duh, im not fully stupid).
I told her that she means so much to me, and she’s (one of) my favourite people in the world (that’s a white lie she’s my only favourite) I can’t go on with out her, I need her, iv felt this way since the first lesson, your so fun, you mean so much to me! I cant loose you, I don’t know what I would do with out you!!!!
I cried in her arms as she hugged me! And i didnt even need to ask she suggested we could stay in contact, in-fact all i had said was “I’ll miss you so much :(“ and she already suggested we stay in contact, but Obviosuly I still did the whole speech cuz at some point she needed to know. Her response was basically that she already knew, but she was very pleased to hear it, and everything is going to be perfectly okay.
She said we can stay in contact (through email, cuz apparently there is a “legal thing unfortunately” stopping her from giving me her number (yes I did ask for her number, but in a total no homo way.)
She said I can talk to her anytime about anything as much as I like, and that’s good enough for me!
I also gave her a drawing I did of her and me together which was cute, her response to that was “oh very cool! she walks over. she takes it in her hands, very excited to see it. This really throws her confidence off, she’s really not expecting this. OH THIS IS AMAIZING! her voice cracks THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH! this is lovely! thank you, this is soo good! oh-muh-gud it’s SO good! oww I love it! thank you.. I’m wearing the same top as well, how fun~.. HOW FUN!!!! how fun!! … she takes it and puts it in her bag i will prop this up, on my desk! wicked wicked awesome!” (I recorded her reaction so that’s how you know it’s word for word)
In conclusion, im creepily obsessed and its a problem, but I don’t really regret anything cuz it’s all gotten me to this point where I can talk to her when ever I want and that’s all I could ever ask her. Yes I want to fuck her, but that’s not important to me I just need her in my life, she’s my world she’s my reason of living, and I’m so happy things are this way! I’m doing my exams now so I get to see her everyday when I come into school (by see her I mean wait outside the staff room so I can catch a glimpse of her knee). I’m also glad I’m not in her lessons anymore cuz I’d always get so twitchy around her, anytime she’d be near me and I’d be trying my best not to lunge at her, when I see her my mouth waters I just wanna grab her and kiss her all over! Eeek! She’s adorableeeee!
I love herrrrr ❤️❤️❤️

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Chapter 168 – The moment to live and the moment to die
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„Jumping!“ an Ensign announced loudly as the Sun's view-windows very briefly flickered into a dark black only to go back to a full view of the ongoing battle basically instantly, having barely shifted the ship's position at incomprehensible speed. „Shot clear of allied ships.“
Vice-Admiral Kazadi tapped his finger on one of the armrests of the Commander's seat that still felt anything but comfortable for him to sit in as the tight grid of flashing lights reflected in his eyes within the twilight of the bridge.
“Fire,” he then ordered. Not even a blink later, a burst of colorful light broke into his view from the side of his very own ship, lighting up the entirety of the bridge even through the automatically tinting windows that absorbed a lot of the harmful light so the crew wouldn't flashbang themselves with each shot.
The relativity canon fire tore through the enemy ship at an almost literal instant with any travel time barely being conceivable to a mortal mind. In a large unload of energy that left almost the entire stern-side of the zodiatos ship as a molten mass of dispersing slag, the main propulsion was taken out. Simultaneously, the two accompanying cruisers had also taken their shots; with the 'Civil' taking out the engine of one more enemy vessel while the 'of the roses' had instead used its shot to disperse one of the enemy projectiles in order to buy their own hunter ships more freedom of movement. Those huge ones didn't go down easy from one of the hunters' smaller shots, so using one of the large canons to dispatch it took some of the heat off them.
Meanwhile, smaller targets on the enemy vessels, such as their own canons, were gradually taken out by said hunters, whose own fire – while able to be quite destructive if intended no doubt – could be used in a far more precise manner. With more and more of their canons failing, the protective volleys the coreworld terrorists could fire to hide themselves away also became less and less effective.
“Send the fallback-beacon,” Kazadi then ordered, since close quarter attacks became less and less necessary.
It seemed that the zodiatos had a hard time adjusting to the combat style of the human unkindnesses, however that didn't mean they should take any unnecessary risks. Even if a pilot could've been able to avoid all enemy attacks in a perfect world, he knew that his pilots were only human.
Casualties of their own had been comparatively minimal so far, however as if to prove him right about his thoughts, he could see on his surveillance screen how, just in that moment, one of their ships was taken out by an enemy craft.
He grimaced to himself and let out a mild sigh. One more family who would never see one of their own again...
It took a moment before all the ships were reached by the beacon. Due to the nature of their own combat strategies, as well as the particular nature of hyperspace, it was entirely impossible to effectively contact any of their ships directly while they were out in the battle. Therefore, the order to fall back had to be broadcast as a general signal, that each of the pilots could individually pick up as soon as they would keep still for long enough so that it could reach them.
By now, the battle was already won. None of the zodiatos' weapons were able to match the relativity canons in effective range and without the larger ships to back them up, their small hunters wouldn't be able to launch an offensive – shields or not. They could just stay back and fire until surrender now. As the signal was picked up, one of their ships after another disappeared in one last flash of hyperspace as they joined back up with the larger vessels in an enclosing formation.
“Prepare for the retrieval of some of those projectiles,” the Vice-Admiral then ordered as he hoped they would be able to track some of those spent shots their enemies had fired. They would have to figure out what kind of tech that was.
In such a small-scale conflict, it was more than manageable to face it. However, it could offer some difficulties in larger fleets – especially since they didn't know how far this kind of tech could possible be expanded and refined. It was quite possible this was just some form of prototype.
While that order was followed, one of his Lieutenants suddenly spoke up.
“Sir, we have an incoming transmission from the planet. Civilian. Not encrypted, but they seemingly had an access code,” they related quickly.
“Is the earlier interference cleared up?” he immediately asked back, to which the answer was positive. “Put it through then,” he immediately ordered as soon as he heard that.
He rubbed one of his tight braids between his fingers as he waited for contact to be established. Once the line was clear, things remained quiet for a moment.
“What are we best at?” he then asked the silent line, his chest tightening ever so slightly, even if he didn't have to wait long for a reply.
“Topping from the bottom,” a very familiar voice replied from the other end, sounding incredibly strained but most certainly alive.
The code phrase was an old in-joke about something that had been said back during humanity's first contact with the tonamstrosites due to a slightly choppy translation. However, it more than sufficed here to tell Kazadi that the person on the other side of the line was not only genuine, but also not in any immediate distress – at least none that was brought onto her by someone else.
“Good to hear your voice Ma'am,” he greeted the Admiral after taking a brief moment to allow his heart to settle.
“The pleasure is all mine, Celestin,” Admiral Krieger replied in between heavy breaths that sounded like a combination between being ready to collapse and absolutely willing to tear anyone's throat out at a moment's notice. “Excuse me for the unorthodox contact, my own means of communication have all been destroyed. Update me.”
A brief smile played on the Vice-Admiral's lips.
“No problem, Ma'am. Things are under control up here, but multiple allied coluyvoree ships were destroyed and we suffered some casualties of our own which I will take full responsibility for,” he quickly complied. “By now, the enemy crafts have been largely disabled and our fighters are falling back. What's the situation on your end?”
There was a bit of a grunt from the other side of the line that seemed unrelated to the ongoing conversation.
“I'm sure you did everything by the books,” Krieger then replied a moment later. “Down here the situation is precarious but momentarily under control. We have an unconfirmed number of casualties after an attack with an unknown weapon. All squads are either KIA or unresponsive. We took down six enemy combatants but can't confirm if there's more. I'm going to need clean up, rescue teams, as well as pickup for me and two large offworlders asap.”
Celestin nodded.
“We're in a stable position, so we'll jump teams down right away. Hold out just a minute more,” he assured her while already signing in the necessary order to the troops they had on standby. “How bad are your injuries?”
There was another groan of pain from Krieger's side.
“Crushed cranberries,” she replied after a long moment that sounded like she needed to catch her breath.
“Copy that,” Kazadi replied with a grimace. “Sending muti-team with the evac.”
“Copy that,” Krieger confirmed. “Krieger out.”
With that, the call was hung up. On his screen, Celestin could see how the preparations for dispatch of the requested teams was already well underway. Jumping towards a planet at FTL was generally discouraged by the Galactic Community. However, this was an emergency. They couldn't wait for normal re-entry.
After watching the reported progress for just a moment, his eyes returned to the ongoing battle. He watched the enemy ships as they hovered dead in space, unable to maneuver.
They seemed to have recalled their own fighters back in order to form some sort of protective wall around the 'mother ships' with their own small shields. Obviously it wouldn't be very effective, so it seemed like needless cruelty to make their own soldiers get in the way of the incoming fire. Something within Kazadi told the Vice-Admiral they weren't going to stand down.
“Sir, we're getting some strange hyperspace-readings,” his Lieutenant suddenly announced, making him look up.
“Weapon-grade?” he immediately asked, knowing they had less than a moment to react if it was. However, he also figured there would've been more urgency to their voice had it been so.
“No, Sir. Travel-grade,” the Lieutenant quickly replied. “However the readings are unusual. It seems like they are creating a stretch solely around themselves.”
Kazadi's lips shifted a bit as he took that in and he briefly ran a hand over his mouth in thought. “Prepare to collapse,” he ordered. “Maybe they will attempt some sort of running start. We can't let them get away.”
Right then, the light of what was happening had not yet caught up to the spacial distortion that their sensors were detecting, meaning the ships still looked perfectly normal – if damaged – when he looked at them. However, they were planning something. And that made them appear all the more ominous.
His mind quickly went through their own protocols. The U.H.S.D.F. employed hyperspace in nearly all its possible facets in their tactics. If it was even close to sensible, they would have something that was akin to the maneuver their foes were attempting to execute right now.
A bubble of hyperspace solely around their ships...a dodge? Hardly, there was nothing to dodge like that. An attempt to hide away? No, they knew human ships could collapse hyperspace from the outside easily.
Before him, the windows of the ship once again automatically dimmed, protecting the crew's eyes as the colorful light of the created hyperspace-bubble finally reached them.
“Hyperspace collapsed!” the Lieutenant then suddenly announced, causing Kazadi to blink in surprise as his eyes shot up to his screen. He hadn't given any order to collapse it yet. But indeed, it was gone. For a moment, he thought that the stress had caused his officer to use the wrong term in haste, however no, they had been completely right. It had not been dispersed in a controlled manner. It had collapsed.
In a mild 'thud', the Vice-Admiral's fist descended on the armrest, hand firmly clenched into a fist.
“Those cowardly ba-” he began to growl but then bit his tongue and released a low, almost grunting exhale while his fist quivered from momentarily clenching tighter. “Prepare to search for survivors,” he instead said in a much more controlled manner a moment later. “Preserve lives.”
“Yessir,” multiple of his officers echoed back as he looked out of the window, where he could still see the ghostly afterimage of the hyperspace bubble linger for a bit longer. It was always a strange feeling, seeing someone in the distance who was already dead...
–
With her view darkened and her goggles momentarily pulled off her eyes, Shida stared at the glowing bubble of impossible colors. Her sensors had already told her what was about to happen at any moment now, however her eyes still heavily constricted as they finally witnessed what unfolded themselves.
In what could be described as nothing else than a 'snap' , the light of the hyperspace-stretch instantly condensed down into its original size as the universe all at once remembered that the laws of physics were a thing that existed and brutally forced space to conform to them once again – no matter what may have been in between it and its original form.
Anything within the strange, round stretch was mercilessly ripped along with the convulsion, forcing all the injected warships and fighters into the single, small point that the stretch had been generated from. Though not even a faction of a second later, it all exploded outwards again as the megatons of mass realized that they could not all exist in the same place at once, since the energy of the event was not quite potent enough to press it all into a neutron star or singularity.
No longer recognizable blotches of undefined, white-hot matter were instantly scattered in all directions like some sort of micro-supernova that accentuated the sometimes still burning nano-stars that the earlier battle had created from the opposing fighters.
It was almost pretty...but still, Shida couldn't help but let her ears hang as she wondered how many of the enemy combatants had known about the decision to end things this way. Had any of them even been asked?
Even if it was the far more disturbing answer in a way, Shida almost hoped that this had actually been one mutual suicide-pact instead of the decision of one single commander to choose death over dishonor. Especially while sitting in a ship that was technically under the command of someone else herself, that was certainly the less immediately petrifying option – even if it would probably spell far worse things in the long run.
As she said there, the 'shockwave' of the collapsing hyperspace suddenly hit her, spreading out through space even without any medium to carry it and rocking her ship gently while also penetrating all throughout her body. Of course the earlier relativity fire had already caused similar ripples and she was therefore quite used to the feeling, however these ones sure felt a bit more severe than those of the U.H.S.D.F.'s own canons. It was like she felt her own body distort while also remaining perfectly in palace – almost like she was a stiff container full of water that someone had given a heavy smack from the side, riling up the liquid without it actually having any place to plash to.
According to everything they knew, this phenomenon felt incredibly odd but was entirely harmless to living beings – which was instinctively very hard to believe when one felt it on their own body.
However, her dwelling thoughts were, perhaps luckily, interrupted as she – or more precisely one of her scanners - picked up on a peculiar signature that one of the scattered debris pieces was sending out.
Well, it was 'peculiar' to her that there was a signal at all at first, however then she quickly realized what it actually was. This particular signal was hammered into any pilot's head six ways to Sunday, and so she reacted relatively quickly when she glanced at the grid and realized that she was the closest ship to it. Firing up her engines, she turned her ship on the spot in a slight drift before activating her generator and making a jump right behind the flying object.
Once there, she allowed her computer to take aim for a second before firing out a harpoon that quickly struck the flying debris and latched her ship onto it through a long cable, allowing her to pull the thing along with her after slowly using her backwards thrusters to disperse its speed little by little. Pressing the indicator of her communication, she then spoke up.
“Scratches to Sun,” she announced. “I just recovered a black box. Permission to return for inspection?”
The black boxes of modern ships truly were among the most ridiculous pieces of tech out there, in Shida's humble opinion. Built to withstand almost everything that would likely take a ship out through a combination of brilliant engineering and extremely flexible material that only worked in its indented manner on very small scales. Well, very small compared to the ships they were built into. The things were about half the size of Shida in the end. For many years, armies of scientists had attempted their very best to make this same sort of defense useful in ways that could maybe be used to protect actual people from catastrophic events – but to no avail so far. For now, the only thing those little marvels could allow to survive even something as ludicrous as hyperspace collapsing was information.
“Permission granted, Lieutenant-Commander,” the answer came almost immediately. “Return to hangar three.”
“Copy,” Shida replied. “Scratches out.”
With that, she moved her ship around and prepared for her jump back to the Sun. Hopefully this thing would give them some answers on what exactly this whole thing was meant to accomplish...
–
Far away in another part of the galaxy, a pair of mildly glowing red eyes was laser-focused on a large screen that was just one of many that had merged all over Nedstaniot-Station to broadcast the breaking news to anyone willing to lift their eyes at a slight angle to look at them.
An attack on a coreworld. And not just any coreworld. Gewelitten itself. Something like this hadn't happened in...well, Curi didn't even know how long.
Details seemed to still be incredibly fuzzy as the battle so close to the coluyvoree homeworld had either just happened or was still happening at the moment of the broadcast, however what few details were known were already repeated on end in an endless scroll of text that was meant to catch as many people up to speed as was at all possible through the medium of television. Obviously the same emerging details could already be looked up on the net as well to find them in a more digestible format than the endlessly moving text next to the not exactly top quality footage of the occurring conflict.
However, despite the speed with which it went by, Curi had no problem following the scroll as they stared at the screen intensely.
“Attack was unannounced. Multiple Gewelitten fleet ships destroyed. Official sources confirm: Humanity NOT the aggressor. Attacking ships presumed to be of zodiatos origin. Unknown weapon technology deployed during the attack. U.H.S.D.F. ships engaged in combat after aggression. Myiat delegation ship confirmed unharmed. Attack on government facility on planet simultaneous to spacial attack. Councilman-Candidate Aldwin confirmed unharmed. Status of U.H.S.D.F. General Krieger unknown. Status of Gewelitten Governor H. Cierrophai unknown. Status of Acting-Councilman Afuéhner unknown. Allied coreworld defense fleets activated and inbound. General alert level raised to 8. Hyperspace-travel shut down around the system.”
“Mother, oh no...” Mueen said with absolute shock in his eyes, both of his hands clasped over this mouth as his wide pupils quivered in fear from what they witnessed.
Curi could understand his worry. Though Moar had supposedly been with James, so she would probably be fine. The cyborg was certainly more than just a little relieved that James was already confirmed to be safe. Though the idea that Admiral Krieger's situation was unknown was more than just a little disconcerting.
Though despite the supposed lack of their commanding officer, it seemed like the humans had decisively won out in the battle outside of the coreworld's atmosphere; unknown technology or not.
Given the sub-par footage that some drone was likely recording from quite far away from the actual conflict, it was very hard to tell just what sort of weapon the unknown but presumed to be zodiatos attackers had unleashed there. It looked like some sort of emanating energy that destroyed what it came into contact with but also interacted with it as if it had a physical presence.
Curi had never seen anything remotely like it before – not even in their wildest theories – and their mind immediately wanted to go wild with speculations and ideas about how such a thing might work now that they knew for a fact that it was possible from seeing it with their own eyes.
However, the cyborg pulled themselves together and successfully forced the briefly almost overwhelming desire to focus on nothing else down as they shifted their gaze slightly away from the screen to look over at their other currently nearby company.
Then again, as much as they knew they couldn't let their guard down around him, Reprig's eyes were just as immovably attached to the large screen as Mueen's were as he witnessed the unfolding battle with quivering horror.
His trunk was wiggling wildly in his face and one of his hands nervously scratched over the plate of the table they were all sitting and standing at and on, right next to a piece of paper with a hastily drawn sketch of a spring-like mechanical leg that was inspired by what humans called 'running blades'. The Warrant Officer's weapon also laid on the table, pushed a but further away from his hand so he wouldn't be able to easily reach it.
Though despite his focus, Curi couldn't quite help but speak up after a moment of watching him. “A coreworld attacking another coreworld,” they said to the man, who they knew either had to know far more than they did about this – or would be far more invested in it unfolding. “This is unprecedented.”
Reprig seemed to notice that they were talking to him, however he still remained silent and stared a good few moments longer before finally pulling his gaze away from the screen.
As his eyes met theirs, he looked a bit sick. It almost reminded the cyborg of one of the first interactions they had with the man, back when they nudged him slightly to hand his spy-device back to him after he tried to hide it in James' cabin. Though this time, the cyborg was quite sure that they were not the reason why the man seemed like most of his blood was currently rushing into his stomach.
Could he actually be shocked about what was happening? Was this not part of the plan?
“Unprecedented doesn't even come close to describing it...” he mumbled and couldn't hold the cyborg's gaze for long, looking down to the table's plate instead. “And these aren't just any coreworlds. Osontjar and Gewelitten have been allied for an unimaginably long time. The thought that they would even think of attacking each other...what sort of madness could've caused something like this?”
Curi was the first to admit to themselves that they were far from the best at reading people. If someone with even a modicum of skill in acting wanted to make them believe something untrue about the person they were talking to, they would never deny that there was a good chance of that person succeeding.
Still, Reprig's reaction felt...genuine to them. As if he had actually never expected something like this to happen. Not in a million years.
Maybe it was just skillful acting. And Curi knew that they should have been suspicious like that. However, despite everything he had done, they couldn't quite bring themselves to suspect that he was lying at that moment.
“I know it is unlikely you will give me an honest answer, but-” Curi began to say, however Reprig was more than able to anticipate what they were going to ask and replied long before they were finished.
“No. No. Never,” the sipusserleng said, shaking his head heavily and standing his trunk up while making a denying gesture with his hand that was so brash that he actually knocked his crutch off the small outcrop in the table it had been laid down on. “This must be some absolutely deranged people, no two ways about it. To attack a coreword...”
Curi noticed Reprig's gaze briefly twitching down, his eyes jumping onto the personal assistant strapped to his lower arm as if he suddenly got the urge to use it for something.
Curi suspected he likely wanted to call someone; question them to make extra sure that they had, in fact, nothing to do with this. Though the sipusserleng suppressed the urge and pulled his eyes away, bringing them back up to the screen.
Just at that moment, the implosion of collapsing hyperspace suddenly lit up the footage moments before the glowing remnants of what once had been the zodiatos ships were scattered across the star-system.
Mueen mumbled something in his home's language as his eyes remained affixed to the screen. Curi couldn't even begin to guess what he was saying. However, his voice sounded pleading.
“Suicide instead of surrender?” Reprig meanwhile mouthed breathlessly as his nervous tick of excessively licking his trunk began to show.
Although he had often been otherwise employed in recent times, Curi could see it in the man's eyes that he was still, in a way, military at heart. He knew the general values and doctrines that were conveyed to the soldiers of the Communal Military, both inside and out. And the idea of someone choosing death like this...it seemed to rock him to his very core.
Slowly, he turned his gaze over to Curi. His eyes were almost pleading with the cyborg, even if they seemed to already know that his next question would be asked in vain.
“Could it maybe have been the humans and their-” he began, but this time, it was Curi's term to cut him off after anticipating what was coming.
“While humans very much employ the collapsing of hyperspace as a tactic in war, the process is not invisible – or even subtle. Had the human ships caused that collapse, it would've been noticeable,” they explained succinctly. “It could've still been a mere unexpected failure of the hyperspace generation, of course. However, with the rarity of such events, the timing seems...unlikely.”
“They weren't even trying to generate a real stretch...” Reprig concurred dejectedly and left his head hanging, his trunk also sinking down limply. “I can't even imagine- Well...I hope they will at least find peace now, away from the madness.”
Curi paused for a long moment, staring at the Warrant Officer some more. Admittedly, the cyborg was a bit confounded at something. They knew for a fact the man had put his own life on the line for his orders, with a very real chance that they would lead to his death, more than just once. And yet the idea of being ordered to die seemed to disturb him. They couldn't quite figure out the difference that led to the results in reaction being so incredibly different, however it was still very clear that there was one.
And it seemed to hit the man hard.
Self-admittedly, Curi didn't exactly pity the man. They didn't quite have the capacity to. They knew about so many horrible things he had done that simply seeing him distressed was far from enough to stir such deep empathy for him within them.
Yet still, they weren't left entirely cold by it either – and if it was only because he seemed to be affected by these events in the ways a, for a lack of a better term, 'normal person' would be. He was shocked at the sudden, seemingly senseless violence, and concerned about the people involved.
Granted, it was likely only because they were people he considered worth being concerned about, yet still, the reaction was so...'normal', in a way they didn't quite expect from someone with such a capability for unceremonious acts of cruelty and violence. Even this person who had tried to kill them, or at least had been entirely comfortable with them getting killed, was capable of such a reaction.
And Curi...wasn't sure if that made things better or worse, if they were being honest.
It felt better because there was the capability for empathy there, however...it felt worse because they felt how they had been and likely still were willingly denied said empathy.
He could have cared...he just didn't want to.
Curi shook their body heavily, causing mild sounds from the engines running their legs' movements from the sudden force as they tried to shoo away emotions that they really didn't want to be feeling at that exact moment.
The thing that mostly kept them from following up on some of their uncomfortably aggressive thoughts at that moment was the fact that Mueen was still with them, the worry for his mother written across his features like a deep engraving in a metal plaque. He did not need anything like that around him right now, that much was clear.
Slowly, they moved over to him and reached up one of their long legs to run it along his arm while he still covered parts of his large face with both hands.
“She will be alright,” Curi then assured the dark-furred rafulite, switching from their usual voice box to their more “melodic” one to put on a gentle, calming tone. “She is stronger than she seems.”
Inhaling deeply as his nostrils flared, Mueen closed his dark eyes and swallowed heavily, taking his gaze off the large screen for the first time in many minutes while slowly hanging his head down.
“Yeah,” he said, seeming to force hopefulness into his tone. “Yes, she'll be fine. She made it his far. This won't get to her.”
Curi nodded with their entire body and continued to run the tip of their leg along his arm.
“She will be,” they repeated, both to the man and themselves as their own eyes moved upwards, their gaze falling back on the battlefield riddled with burning remnants of matter. “I'm sure of it.”
–
Never in his life had James felt so drunk and so sober at the same time. His mind was entirely clear, running a light-year a minute as it desperately tried to simultaneously process all the admittedly little information that he had in his current situation AND to not absolutely freak out while doing so somehow – a task he was ludicrously failing at. And it did NOT help that his body could barely keep itself on his own two feet.
He had avoided completely fainting by a hair earlier after reminding himself that, instead of being terrified for Shida's life, it would be much more fair towards her to simply focus on trusting in her skills to carry her through. However, that was barely a little patch on an enormous crack in his facade as he couldn't help but go over and over and over the fact of how much worse the situation that she needed to jump into here had been for her simply because it was his damn birthday and they wanted to indulge over it. He should've stopped that, but noooo, he just had to go and let himself be swayed so damn easily, as if he was still that little boy following Koko around whenever she visited the compound to try and get some attention.
Of course, a quiet voice in the back of his head tried to politely remind him that Shida had, in fact, not only taken part in the festivities as well but also encouraged him to do so, however it was easily overpowered by the screaming rest of his mind.
He briefly glanced over at the only somewhat conscious Commander. When she said that they should match each other's drinks, that should've been the moment he stopped. She was like half his weight, what the hell was he thinking?
His mechanical hand shot up, heavily gripping a fist full of hair as he tried to force himself to focus. What's done is done. There's no changing it. He should focus on anything else right now.
Though as he painfully pulled on his hair like that, his eyes suddenly went wide as he noticed something. Or, more precisely, didn't notice something.
When had the alarm stopped? Just now? Or had it been out and he just hadn't noticed?
Letting go of his hair, he lifted his face and looked around. If the alarm was over, then that meant...
The uncoordinated movement of soldiers reaching for their phones and radios with different speeds went through the room, and after brief confirmation, the uniformed forces began to move, having seemingly gotten new orders other than guarding the safe-rooms. Apparently, the threat was over.
James quickly fumbled for his own phone, his barely coordinated hands struggling extremely with the simple task of trying to call one of his contacts – much to the frustration of his already cleared mind. His finger trembled as he swiped it across the screen, trying to get it to the right damn place to make a simple god-damn call.
However, he froze in the motion at a quiet sound that was immediately followed by a sudden stir behind him as multiple people seemed to move quickly. And after just a second, James was among them as well.
Nearly tripping over his feet, he damn near threw himself onto the sickbed that didn't stand too far away from him, his phone momentarily forgotten and eyes wide open as they stared over at an endlessly familiar dark face, that however had life in it for the first time in what felt like an eternity at that moment.
Slowly and twitchy, Nia's eyes fluttered open as she let out quiet groans while mildly stirring in place while her doctors and nurses hurried around her and quickly began to take her vitals.
After flinching heavily as a flashlight was quite suddenly shone into her eyes to test her photopupillary reflex, she began to move even more. Meanwhile, James and Tuya were basically pressed shoulder to shoulder close to the foot of her bed, the only thing keeping them from dashing right up to her face being just enough awareness to not get in the doctor's way.
Still, although her movements were very slow, stiff, and groggy, Nia eventually lifted up her head, looking around with still somewhat hazy and half-closed eyes. But that didn't stop her from smiling when her gaze fell onto the two who so nervously stood at her bedside there.
“Hey,” she said in a quiet, croaky, but still very much cheerful voice as her unkempt hair fell down both sides of her face.
Though James didn't see much more than that, because just about at that moment, his vision was entirely taking away by welling-up waters sweeping him along.

I have been diagnosed with PTSD (later cPTSD) for 20+ years. About 4 years ago, I did EMDR, which was life changing. I consider myself to be symptom free since then.
Recently I've started with a new therapist, as I've had some stubborn depression following a difficult divorce, infertility, surgery and poverty. I understand that this is also traumatic, but I have lived with symptomatic ptsd for a very long time and this just isn't that. I went to therapy feeling like I needed space to grieve and process the loss of what feels like my dreams (motherhood and my careelife plans are way off the table), but she refers to me as a "functional part" and wants to start with childhood memories.
My issue with this, is that, the memories she wants to focus on are not unintegrated for me. I am also not an unintegrated person. I'm not a "part," and the only reason she has these memories is because she asked questions like "what's the first memory where you remember feeling xyz?" So, I answered, but I've already processed all of this stuff with emdr before. I don't have a "color" for it or a "temperature...."
I can tell you what I'm feeling, where it's coming from, what it feels like in my body, and what I need is someone to give me space to just fall apart a little bit, because at this time I can't do that in my day to day life. It seems like she is assuming I'm a lot less functional or integrated than I actually am just because the intake interview was full of traumatic history. But I was just answering questions (like, "what was your home like growing up"), no part of the actual complaints I've brought up are ptsd symptoms.
So, then I asked if we could start with the present situation, as I believe any residual traumatic memories will process through on their own as that has been my experience with EMDR, but she insists we start with the earliest one and do one at a time. Which makes no sense to me as I don't even feel activated at all, let alone have a currently held negative belief about myself, regarding the ones we've discussed. Maybe I did then, and maybe it lingered before the last time I did emdr, but now it's like trying to guess which of thousands of traumatic memories might still have a charge. I don't know, this seems all wrong to me.
I'm 42, I don't currently have a great support system as I've recently started over much of my life from scratch, I'm recently post-menopausal and so I'm hormonally all over the place. I've been through quite a lot in life (and I've done an ungodly amount of therapy- frankly, I was in therapy when my current therapist was likely still toilet training) and I'm just burnt out, depressed and need a non-judgmental space to cry and move through some of my recent losses so that i can feel a bit more motivated and hopeful again. But it feels like as soon as I talk about my past, I'm being filed as having a certain diagnosis or coping mechanisms that I don't even think I've displayed. Does this mean I can't have depression or difficult grief after a major loss without being pigeonholed as having some kind of childhood trauma emotional regulation issue?

So yeah i(16M) am sure this girl(16F) has a crush on me and gave me so obvious signs and probably gonna make a move but i really don't know how i feel about her. She is pretty nice and funny but i just don't know. There is another girl that i would prefer but the situation with her is weird and uncertain. I was never in a relationship (you can probably tell) and will really appreciate advices and experiences.
Edit: because of the situation of my country and especially my city almost all the relationships are long distance, mine is no different.

Hey yall, I'm making a tier list with EVERY X song on it, not just released but also obscure leaks and unreleased. I'm taking it step by step slowly covering all of his songs into the massive tier list with the 18th ranking being Singles on Spotify!. if I miss something or u disagree with a ranking lmk and I might change the position next post.
EMOJI - A tier. It’s a beautiful song and X sounds beautiful asf. Ronny J is okay I guess.
I’m Not Human - B tier. It’s nice, uzi kinda drags on tho, and them omitting the verse is a war crime.
I’m Not Human OG - B+ tier. The extra X verse is just what the song needed, bumps the song up a tier. Uzi still drags on tho.
True Love - B+ tier. It’s a beautiful ass song even tho X has barely any vocals. Kanye does okay but X is obv the highlight.
Riot - S tier. Best X boom bap song IMO, deep message, music video goes hard asf and shocking.
Falling Down - A+ tier. It’s beautiful, I love peep and X and the X adlibs during peep hook is beautiful. His verse is making me levitate too.
Run It Back! - A tier. Goes hard asf, great for car blasting. Craig does good too.
Arms Around You - A tier. Great hook by X, best pump verse of his career lmao, swae lee fits in too and maluma does okay.
Banded Up - B+ tier. Ronny J brings this song down hard, but X’s short saves it although it was short. Ronny my man stick to beats pls
Gospel - A+ tier. Hard as FUCK, its amazing.
WitDemDicks - A tier. Hard asf, I love high pitched X.
Tier list
(song to the left of list = better song)
S tier = perfect songs
A - A+ tier = amazing songs
B - B+ tier = good songs
C tier = mid
D tier = bad
S tier: Guardian Angel, Riot, hope, WingRiddenAngel, KING, alone part 1, NEVER, Jocelyn Flores, let's pretend we're numb, I dont wanna do this anymore, i dont let go, train food, teeth (interlude), yung bratz, i spoke to the devil in miami he said everything would be fine, Look at me!, Ayala (outro), vice city, IWATCHEDHIMDROWN, infinity (888), king of the dead, rare, Netflix and chill, gnarlyguyanthem (og), gnarlyguyanthem (hell version), moonlight, woah (mind in awe), slipknot, freddy vs jason, pain = BESTFRIEND, IGOTPLENTYDICKTOSHARE, ILOVEITWHENTHEYRUN, valentine, SAD!, take a step back
A+ tier: white girl, rare part 2, save me (MOV2), RIP ROACH, very rare forever freestyle, bowser, ecstacy, everybody dies in their nightmares, snow, 777, falling down, HEARTEATER, fuck love, revenge, going down!, LIMBO, UP LIKE AN INSOMNIAC, curse, changes, NETHERRACK, make eem run!, restinpussy, carry on, SPACEGHOSTPUSSY, ghost busters, GOSPEL, ALONE PART 3, you're thinking too much stop it, Ice Hotel (intro), daemons, the remedy for a broken heart
A tier: Dead inside (interlude), looking for a star, broly, the fall, eat it up, A GHETTO CHRISTMAS CAROL, ghost, wanna grow old (I won't let go), Red Light!, hate will never win, indecision, BAD!, skin, save yourself!, love yourself (interlude), One Minute, I AM!, gassed up!, THE ONLY TIME I FEEL ALIVE, I LUv My CLiQuE LiKe KaNyE WeSt, ATTENTION!, WitDemDicks!, RUN IT BACK!, planet drool, UGLY, ex bitch, triumph, prime time, theresanelephantinthisroom, sauce!, $$$, LUNACY, ITS ALL FADING TO BLACK, NUMB, Ok Shorty!, EMOJI, 0C3AN, Arms Around You, sounds of a melting pot, difference (interlude), Butthole Girl!, news/flock
B+ tier: i dont even speak spanish lol, FUXK, MANIKIN, supra, STARING AT THE SKY, floor 555, schizophrenia, Orlando, true love, h2O, touch eem body, depression and Obsession, mega man, bitchcallmecaptainmorgan, I’m Not Human OG, GANG CYPHER FREESTYLE, DEAD, zones, May I!, banded up, failure is not an option interlude, BLOOD STAINS, a message to Tina belcher, Off the wall!, palm trees
B tier: Amy winehouse, save yourself!, boost!, what in XXXTarnation, bad vibes forever, SMASH!, fuckabitchface, maxipads for everyone, i changed her life, GXD DAMN, the interlude that never ends, whores on the boards, INUYASHA, TUMMY TUCK, northstar, school shooters, static shock, hi wendy!, save me, came2kill, find me (intro), before i close my eyes, I’m not human, VERYRAREBOYZ, LEAVE, voss, what are you so afraid of, royalty, numb the pain
C tier: kill my vibe, XXX (intro), before I realize, CHASE / glass shards, FUCK V2, hot gyal, M011Y
If u guys disagree with anything make sure to comment, this is a discussion post :) what should I review next

Been listening to a lot of advice from coaches, podcasts and books and a big message I can take away is that there’s a lot of emphasis on wanting a relationship compared to needing one.
When you get into the mindset that you need a relationship. That’s where ppl become desperate, and things tend to never workout. It feels hopeless, as we all have seen posts here. I’ve even posted about how hopeless dating feels. But that’s where I dialed it back and took the pressure off of myself. It’s okay to want one, but I don’t need one. That’s the mindset everyone should be carrying.
Relationships are a nice benefit to life, but not essential to live a fulfilling life. Ppl often say they found someone when they weren’t trying, and that’s okay, but even then, it’s okay to try, but try without putting too much pressure on yourself. To me, that means being open to new situations, meeting new people, but keeping expectations in check. Filling your life with things and ppl that make you happy are important, and you don’t need a relationship to do that.
Even when you’re in a relationship, it’s still important to keep yourself fulfilled and not become dependent on your relationship to keep yourself happy. You’re still responsible for your own happiness.
Enjoy the process of dating. It’s not quite as bleak as Reddit makes it seem. Even if it seems hopeless, it’s not. There are billions of people in the world. You’re likely to find someone out there who will vibe with you if you’re willing to put in the work.

Hey all! As the tittle says, this is a question that's been asked quite regularly here, but I will try to give some more details after been reading some about it, so maybe you can help me decide or give your opinion🙏🏻
Context: I moved to a different country and I'm slowly getting again with all the needed equipment for djing, so also using the chance to improve it. I used to have a DDJ-400 with some edifiers speakers before.
I got a Pioneer DDJ-SX so already a decent improvement in terms of controller. (With 4 channels I can add a turntable to my setup)
Next month I will go for the audio system, and I would like to stay between the 250€-400€ range. I know it's not a lot, but it's what can I do for now to start using the controller.
What will I be doing: practicing myself at not so high-volume or playing for max 10/15 friends in a ~20sqm living room. I'm not planning to ever turn this into more than a houseparty hobby and probably most of the music I will be mixing won't be in extremely high-quality either. I'm not going to produce music, or not trough speakers at least (I have good headphones for it).
It doesn't sound so exciting like this but come on... I'm sure I'm not the only one with no more than this expectations in this community 😂
After reading a lot, the situation is summarized between:
A) 5" Entry level monitors, like:
-Rokit KRK 5 -Yamaha HS-5 -JBL LSR305
Pros: • I will more or less know what I'm buying and what to expect from the sound (since there are tons of reviews) • better sound quality (?)
Cons: • Since they are monitors, the sound will be more neutral and probably not strong bass. I read that the Yamaha's have practically no bass (if you pretend to make people move with it, of course) • Since they are more expensive, I doubt I will be able to add a subwoofer in the near future
B) Cheap Class-D amplifier + vintage hifi combo
-Fosi BT30D Pro + vintage bower&wilkins or similar passive speakers from old hi-fi systems
Pros: • a subwoofer • I can improve the speakers/woofer later and the amplifier will still be good enough • bluetooth. Not strictly needed but comfortable
Cons: • it will depend on what can I find on marketplaces at the moment. • maybe* lower quality and definitely more colour on the sound (but again, I'm not pretending to produce music)
What do you think? I think both pros and cons have their own things, so I guess an opinion of someone who passed trough this or have tried both systems will be the most valuable thing at the minute of decide.
Thanks!

The title might sound like a complete quitter's thought, but hear me out.
I've had some sort of interest in photography since my teen years, but never got really into it until two years ago, when I had a Digital Photography class in my university. I got my first DSLR camera a year prior to that (Nikon D5100 with 18-55 and 55-200 kit lenses), and that class taught me some solid basics on how to use the camera. I still wouldn't call myself advanced, or anything but beginner, but I like my photography hobby. It's creative, it's fun, it gets me outside, and perhaps most importantly, it gets me out of my comfort zone.
I like how photography requires constant learning, I like how you can always create something new (at least new to yourself), and I like how it helps me connect with people. It's a pretty fulfilling hobby.
However, there's a problem I have. I have a medical condition called Essential Tremor. My case seems to be pretty mild, I can even do stuff like repairing phones (to varying degrees of success, admittedly), it doesn't affect eating much, and generally, the main problem I have with it is that it affects my self-confidence and self-esteem. But lately, it seems to be getting ever so slightly worse and worse, and I find that worrying. Maybe it will get better, maybe it will impact my day-to-day functions, making photography impossible for me.
I'm not looking for sympathies, I'm just saying how things are, unfortunately. Last weekend I went out shooting with a friend, and I had to crank the ISO on that poor thing up to 800 and even higher at f/5.6-f/8 to be able to shoot, and I'm not experienced enough to know if the shutter speeds of around 1/100 are problematic even to 'normal' people or just to my tremorous hands. Maybe the light was too low, maybe I didn't get the settings right, but overall, I felt a little bit disappointed in my photographic abilities that time.
To make things worse, I'm doing my bachelor's paper, and it's about comparing digital photography to analog photography. It was supposed to be fun and a good way to finish my studies, but as this academic year I have nothing but the thesis to do, I got a job. Apparently, it's much less fun when your whole life is basically revolving around balancing a 9-5 job, a bachelor's thesis, and mental sanity, so the appeal of photography as a hobby is sort of vanishing for me. Hopefully I manage to pull the paper off by July, and it doesn't become a chore.
Not to mention that I feel as creative lately, but that's probably a topic for another time. It boils down to perfectionism and my general lack of patience, which I acknowledge as a problem, but often can't fight.
So between a medical condition, having to do it as a bachelor's thesis, and generally having a creative block, does it even make sense to invest myself into photography (I mean both time-wise and financially), or should I focus my energies elsewhere?

Introduction

Hello, summoners! Mastering the mid-game in League of Legends is critical for transitioning early game advantages into late-game victories. This guide is designed to provide you with a deeper understanding of mid-game dynamics, strategic rotations, and tactical plays that can decisively influence the game's outcome.

Understanding the Importance of Mid-Game

What is the Mid-Game? The mid-game typically begins when the first tier towers start to fall and teams begin to group for major objectives like dragons and Rift Herald. This phase is characterized by increased team skirmishes, objective controls, and territory expansion.
Why Focus on Mid-Game?

• Strategic Depth: Mid-game is when the strategic complexity of League of Legends fully unfolds, requiring coordinated team efforts and sharp tactical awareness.
• Opportunity for Control: Effective mid-game play can secure significant advantages in terms of map control and resource allocation.
• Pivotal Decisions: Decisions made during this phase often dictate the pace and direction of the remainder of the match.

Core Components of Effective Mid-Game Strategy

To excel in the mid-game, focus on developing these key components:

• Vision Control: Expand and adapt your vision setup to secure more map territory and safeguard key objectives.
• Objective Prioritization: Identify which objectives will provide the most value and strategize to secure them safely.
• Wave Management: Manipulate minion waves to create pressure on different parts of the map, forcing the enemy to respond and creating opportunities for your team.

Advanced Mid-Game Tactics and Rotations

Enhance your mid-game impact with these sophisticated tactics:

• Strategic Rotations: Master the timing and execution of rotations to catch opponents off guard and secure advantageous positions for fights and objectives.
• Skirmish Optimization: Develop a keen sense of when and where to engage in skirmishes based on team strength, enemy positioning, and available resources.
• Counter-Play Awareness: Anticipate and counter enemy movements and strategies to maintain control and pressure.

Improving Team Coordination

Effective mid-game play heavily relies on seamless team coordination:

• Communication Efficiency: Utilize clear and concise communication to coordinate movements and share critical information quickly.
• Role Adaptation: Adjust your role and responsibilities based on the evolving needs of the team and the state of the game.
• Decision-Making Speed: Enhance the team's ability to make quick, collective decisions in response to dynamic game conditions.

Leveraging Technology and Tools

Utilize technological aids to sharpen your tactical play:

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• Replay Analysis: Use replay analysis to review mid-game phases and understand decision impacts and opportunities.
• Real-Time Coaching: Consider the benefits of real-time coaching during practice sessions to refine strategies and reactions.

Conclusion

Dominating the mid-game requires a blend of strategic foresight, tactical execution, and adaptive teamwork. By mastering these elements, you can transform your gameplay and guide your team to secure victories in critical phases of the game.

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Hi Reddit, going through a rough time right now, as you could have guessed. I broke up with my girlfriend of three years yesterday and I'm being torn apart about whether it was the right decision; I'd really appreciate your help and advice. Essay below.
My girlfriend and I have been (this is still very fresh so I'm probably going to stick to present tense here) dating for just over three years. Throughout almost all of that time we have been long distance as she was pursuing a graduate degree in one city and I had my dream job in another (we started dating after those things were set). We've probably been able to average one week together every two months or one weekend every month and we talked on the phone every day. We were set to close the distance by moving to a new city together (I'm about to start my graduate degree and she's going to start working), but I ended things yesterday.
I love this girl. She's incredibly loyal, kind, emotionally intelligent, and humble. She makes me a better person, as I sometimes focus too much on the outcome oriented things in life (career, status) and she is more oriented around family and doing things the right way, so we end up balancing each other out nicely. I'm also a bit grumpier and will express my opinions, whereas she is very forgiving and gets anxious about causing any inconvenience to others. We have very aligned values on what's right or wrong and have similar political opinions. However, during our relationship I've often had doubts creep in. She's religious and I'm not, which makes me worry that we will not be able to relate to each other on things down the line. She's a bit of an introvert and gets pretty uncomfortable with people she doesn't know or in groups, which I worry will limit what we will want to do in the future. We don't have too many interests in common either and I worry that we'll get bored togther. Physical touch is very much my love language and she isn't really a cuddler or the type of person to give a surprise hug, which I have struggled with but she has improved on since I mentioned it and I haven't brought it up much since because I felt needy. There are some others but over time these types of things have slowly built up and I've always squared them away by saying to myself that we can work it out (we've already talked and worked a lot of things out about the religious difference, for example how we want to raise our kids and such) or that we'll be able to see if these actually keep being or become issues when we close the distance and live together. But as the date started getting closer I was getting more and more anxious about it not working out. I was afraid to potentially waste more of our time and to be let her move to a new city, where she has no family or connections, for me when I was feeling really unsure about things. I ended up essentially using a relatively minor disagreement we had about housing as an excuse to break up, making it into a whole thing about how this disagreement represented a insurmountable difference in our mindset and life goals. It was complete bullshit and I was being emotionally dishonest, which must have been very confusing and upsetting. I'd been debating breaking up with her for a while, mostly because of all the relatively small things that built up over time, but I'm annoyed that I did it that way.
No matter what I decide on what to do next, I'm definitely going to reach out to her in the next day or two and let her know how I was really feeling and why I broke things off. She deserves that much. However, I'm really conflicted on whether to end that with telling her that I want to try and work things out, if she's willing to, or to just have that be the full stop. I didn't communicate with her much at all about the doubts I've been having, because I knew it would upsetting and we didn't have that much time together in person. This means we haven't had a true chance to work on them together. I'm thinking that maybe if I get all this off my chest to her and we manage to work it out, things will be great. But I still hate the thought of potentially wasting more of her time, or us working on our relationship and then things still not feeling right.
A lot of this is just me getting my thoughts and feelings out there, but I'd really appreciate an outside view. Thanks.

Hi folks! Here i am again to get some ideas from you.
So, as GM i like to mess a little bit with my players, trick them. In the end, It seems those are the funniest situations not only for me, also for them when they finally figure It out.
On our next session they are gonna be forced to sleep open air in a dangerous jungle-like planet. The point is that the spot where they are going to camp it's full of plants which release a kind of spores that create paranoia. While they sleep they are going to suffer some nightmares about there's a traitor in their group. When they wake up, the players will receive a paper saying "you are calm, you are not a traitor". Cause in fact no one is betraying the group, just as i said, i want to play with them and make them suspect what is written on the other player's papers.
As you can see, i've already plenty figured out everything to this point. Where i would like to get some ideas is on the next step, to "solve" this situation.
I have a couple things in mind, but i would like to hear some more:
-one of them is to introduce a new NPC who is playing with their minds (a kind of shaman?), maybe just for fun or maybe to defeat them and take their belongings. This could end in many ways, making It a foe or even a new ally. If It ends in a combat, should the players have a debuff that gives them a chance to attack also the other members because of the paranoia?
-and another thought was to make this paranoia lasting during the campaign. Just to plant this Seed on them and watch how it evolves. Maybe until they figure It out or i'd have to stop It😅.
What are your thoughts about this? Some ideas? Maybe too much? Thank you in advice!

It is Jesus, He's the truth. His love always finds its way ❤. I was rock bottom completely broken, tried everything, literally everything, for my depression. That's when He's the closest, when our spirit and worldly beliefs are shattered.
I did not truly believe before, I became agnostic because of catholic church hurt and other people's sin that hurt me, and he was the ONLY one who answered my cries for help, by His grace he knocked when I was at my worst.
"Weird" Christian videos started popping suddenly all over YouTube and my social media when I never searched for those, roughly a week before surrendering to Him, and I felt attracted to watch them. Each video of worship, prayer, deliverance from demons in the name of Jesus, I felt something in my body, goosebumps, chills, and started crying everytime. I realized there was true power in His name.
When I CONFESSED from my mouth and BELIEVED in my heart, that He is my Lord and Savior, died for our sins and rose on the 3rd day (Romans 10:9), I started sobbing and crying for hours.
He delivered me from 20 years of depression, pride, sin, pornography, a massive weight came off and I was born again.❤ The Holy Spirit filled me, and since then (1 year ago), I feel HIS immense love and peace everyday, words cannot describe it, it is Heaven on earth everyday for me. Never went back to porn, I was addicted to it, depression instantly gone the next day.
My life completely changed, my thoughts completely changed, I was a new creature. After that I naturally wanted to read His word, and EVERYTHING in the Bible made sense to me.
He is the truth, the way, and life. He is the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end. I'd lay my earthly life today, because I KNOW I'll be with HIM. ❤ We are saved by His Grace through Faith in Him (Ephesians 2:8-9), and then the good fruits will come naturally thanks to the Holy Spirit in us.
We are in the last days people, wake up! Satan is all over this world, spiritual warfare is real, only Jesus Christ can save us!
That is why the world mocks the Cross and the christians, you see it everywhere now.
Satan sold SO MANY LIES to everyone, created substitutes (alcohol, drugs, new age, witchcraft, islam) to separate us from Jesus, but Jesus always wins. When you are saved and experience His love, you will never to back to the vomit (sin).
Demons tremble and flee from Him, we have authority over everything through Jesus name. Pray over everyone and stomp on the devil. 🙏
Heartfelt Prayers to Our Father in Jesus name will be heard and He will answer according to His will. Amen, brothers and sisters. ✝️

We were so in love. We were going to get married. Life was perfect.
But then you lost your job, you got sick, we moved so you could go to college, you weren't accepted, we lost our home, you were angry, I was depressed, we were mean. You were mean. You weren't there for me. I needed you.
What was it all for? What's the point in my degree? My tutors say I'm "brilliant", "gifted", that I "will change my field forever"....but I don't want to. I would give it all up to have you back. Us back.
We can't afford accommodation seperately, I wouldn't leave you without somewhere to stay, I wouldn't let you not be able to complete college.
But there's 5 more years of this. 5 more years of us living in the same room. Looking at you, knowing it's not you, not the you that was mine. Knowing that we won't have that future that I gave up everything for.
My mom loves you. She considers you a son, what will she say when I inevitably leave in 5 years. What will I say?
If I could have anything, anything in the world, I would have forgiveness for you. But my mom taught me better than that. I can't forgive you, you don't deserve it. But I will spend every day of my life wishing we didn't move, that we didn't become mean, that we kept our promises, that we were us.
I miss you. But not the you that you are now. I miss the boy with his charming smile who would move the world to see me smile. Not the man who makes me cry.

Extremely long story as to answer many why’s. So I will skip the details, just base on what I type with 0 emotion what would you do.
Own a home with a very low interest rate 2.3% balance is under $210k payment is $1,300 including escrow. It’s currently rented out since I moved for a job. I’m currently renting. I’m a mom of two kids, and our household income is about $210k. I have some debt (I was unemployed 2 years due to illness. Cashed out 401k and survived debt) current debt is $21k (had close to $60k paid it off in 6 months selling stuff). My work is ok but it’s grand funded and it expected to close by 2026.
Should I buy at 8% interest rate once all debt is paid for? And have a mortgage nearly at 550k, no savings and no 401k.
Or
Move back to my old house. Lower my income to a remote job at $130k- I will have to have kids in private School at $1200 a month. Probably be able to save some and invest.
Cons of going back is lack of job security given that the highest paid jobs there for Sr. Positions are around $80k and you have to be friend with the Person making the hiring decisions. Pro: lower cost of living, mom is closer to me to help on some instances. Cons of staying high mortgage and lack of flexibility. Pro: could get a higher paying job but not sure more than what I’m now. It’s pretty much cap for me. Unless I go back to get my law degree and I can’t afford it now.
Also while kids will have free education at the higher cost of living area, aftercare for one is $700 a month (and I only use it 2 times a week) our nanny min rate is $20 an hour (I have to use her for late nights and such I have 0 family here) and the youngest is at daycare/preschool for 2 more years at $1,450
The house I have is not in a markable area. If we sold I could maybe make $20,000 after all fees. My “profit” right now monthly on this rental is $1,000
Thanks.

I practically have a pharmacy from all the medications I’ve had to try for chronic illness over the years. I know it’s incredibly hard to OD without hard drugs. But this is also the only thing left I’m motivated to do. I’ve always been stubborn and determined…but everyone has a limit.
I only keep getting worse physically. I’ve scraped through with daily SI since last fall after a prescription injection really messed me up, and I can’t do this anymore. I’ve had chronic major depression for two decades. The past couple of years I keep losing more and more. I’ve already been so ill the past few days with no real cause. I don’t think it’d take much at this point.
For all I hate that my illness has stolen my career, makes each day so painful, that no doctor has made a dent in my illness, I think that would be bearable.
But I miss my wife so goddamn much. I want to see her again. Just a fleeting thought of her sets me off. It’s been six years and it will never be long enough.
I’ve fought so goddamn hard. She’s the only one who would understand how difficult it’s been. People say you should “push through” for family and friends. I’m estranged from most of my family. The ones I’m not will do fine without me. They have so far. I’ve seen first hand how easily most people move on.
My wife was brighter than I ever was, and look how people have moved on after she died. Even my pets would be better off without me. I can’t physically care for them the way they deserve.
My wife and I had something special. No one will ever get me the way she did. Everything since has been a flimsy substitute.