Hi fellow humans, I just need to vent about this haha! And would love other people's thoughts on this.
This morning I got on the subway and saw a really cute guy. We locked eyes, then looked away. Then we exchanged glances a few more times. I have been trying to put myself out there more on dating apps - and subject to that soul sucking experience - so lately I have been a bit more motivated to meet people in person / seeing the value in it.
As my stop was coming up, I was thinking to myself: ok. He is cute, I like him, we keep glancing at each other, is there anything I can do? Why don't I just hand him my number? Why not? It's a little weird, especially since I wasn't planning to talk to him at all - but what is the worst that can happen. He thinks its weird? He's in a relationship and doesn't text me? Either way maybe it'll just make him smile or make him feel a little flattered. I kind of just realized that there's pretty much absolutely nothing to lose, besides me being a little weird.
I ripped a little piece of paper from my wallet and wrote on it my number, and a smiley face.
As I was holding it I was thinking, if we get off at the same stop, this is not gonna work. That's gonna be too awkward hahah. But as my stop was coming up I made a deal with myself: if he doesn't get off, I have to hand him this note as I'm walking off.
My stop comes, and sure enough, it isn't his stop. He's sitting right there and I was going to pass him on my way out. I willed myself lmao. I just knew I would regret it if I didn't. So I'm on my way to the door, and I place the note on his ARM. LMAOO. He like flinched for a moment and looked at it - I felt so bad omg, #1 because I totally startled him, and second that I didn't just hand it to him but instead placed it on his arm - wtf?? I didn't make eye contact or anything when I did it, just placed it there and walked away. It was super awkward.
So now I am cringing a bit at myself and feel really bad for startling him. But I am still happy I did it, even if he throws it away hahah.
I would love to hear other people's interpretations of this lmao - thank you!! :)

Hi fellow humans, I just need to vent about this haha! And would love other people's thoughts on this.
This morning I got on the subway and saw a really cute guy. We locked eyes, then looked away. Then we exchanged glances a few more times. I have been trying to put myself out there more on dating apps - and subject to that soul sucking experience - so lately I have been a bit more motivated to meet people in person / seeing the value in it.
As my stop was coming up, I was thinking to myself: ok. He is cute, I like him, we keep glancing at each other, is there anything I can do? Why don't I just hand him my number? Why not? It's a little weird, especially since I wasn't planning to talk to him at all - but what is the worst that can happen. He thinks its weird? He's in a relationship and doesn't text me? Either way maybe it'll just make him smile or make him feel a little flattered. I kind of just realized that there's pretty much absolutely nothing to lose, besides me being a little weird.
I ripped a little piece of paper from my wallet and wrote on it my number, and a smiley face.
As I was holding it I was thinking, if we get off at the same stop, this is not gonna work. That's gonna be too awkward hahah. But as my stop was coming up I made a deal with myself: if he doesn't get off, I have to hand him this note as I'm walking off.
My stop comes, and sure enough, it isn't his stop. He's sitting right there and I was going to pass him on my way out. I willed myself lmao. I just knew I would regret it if I didn't. So I'm on my way to the door, and I place the note on his ARM. LMAOO. He like flinched for a moment and looked at it - I felt so bad omg, #1 because I totally startled him, and second that I didn't just hand it to him but instead placed it on his arm - wtf?? I didn't make eye contact or anything when I did it, just placed it there and walked away. It was super awkward.
So now I am cringing a bit at myself and feel really bad for startling him. But I am still happy I did it, even if he throws it away hahah.
I would love to hear other people's interpretations of this lmao - thank you!! :)

Im not the person involved but they asked me to post this for some anonymous opinions.
TLDR: husband was nice then turned abusive. 2nd kid is now jaded by everything we say or do and is an emotional and physical recluse. can't reach out to him and am deeply horrified of what ive done over the past years.
So background info. me and my husband are both around late 40s -early 50s. i married him pretty young.he seemed like a decent person. he was handsome and had a good job so i agreed to the marriage. we dated for 2 years and he was super sweet and then we got married. he was a little religious but not crazy about it at all. we had 3 kids (25,23,14).
Ever since my sons were 3-5 the problems started. he would blame me for their poor eyesight at such a young age and says it was due to my poor eyesight when pregnant. i dont know if that is how genes work but whatever i accepted and he apologised profusely. but as the years went by he became more religious and more dogmatic about certain stuff. which is hypocritical since he smokes cigarettes. he also quit his well paying job mentioned earlier and never seemed to hold a job for more than 1 year. i was working at a bank since 20 and had a super stressful but stable career thus far. well as the boys grew he also caned them. i know it is not an excuse and this will most definitely out me as a horrible person but everyone did it back then...
Well as the years went by he became more abusive and pushed and shoved me around too. he also slapped me a few times. both our parents were involved and we almost divorced but did not do so. our mistake. well my eldest turned to religion, while my younger son turned full rebel mode. and recently a few years ago during 2020 or 2021 he completely gave up on going out the house or doing anything citing our constant arguments as a reason. he then maintained zero/low contact with my husband and we all continued to live in the same household. everyone in my extended family loves my husband and thinks we are a perfect family. however i also cheated on him at the height of his abuse in 2009-2011.
My 2nd son currently has zero friends and refuses to make friends or go out or do anything a young 20s man should be doing. i kept bugging him about why and he one time shouted at me and said it is because of you 2 actors. he said "you guys portray the best marriage outside, but inside the home you've shown me everything a couple shouldn't do. everyone feels fake to me outside and it's because of you. when i save enough money im getting out of here" i was of course deeply hurt even though it is my fault. but im sad that my boy doesn't appreciate all ive done over the 20 years. i do most of the housework, bring in the money, and cook their food. it's just a mess now and i think i lost him forever.
Even his siblings who he is close to have stopped bringing up their father infront of him and have kind of accepted the relationship between them is permanently broken. my husband usually never budges for a grudge and my younger son is ironically the most similar to him. so they both ego battle-d by refusing to talk to each other but my younger son was serious about this. and now my husband also realises what he's done and begs him everyday.
I have ruined everything and feel so crap now. haven't been able to focus on work for the past 2 years and going through perimenopause(?) as i have alot of the symptoms. just can't deal with it anymore. need some carthasis and some scolding so i decided to ask one of my nephews to post it on this anonymous site.

Does anyone actually like Ulysses? I am about halfway through The Divide and I can't stand listening to anything he says. At first it was like "OK, this guy is kind of cryptic and ominous, but a little cool.", but now it's just too much. Like a kid tried his hand at creating a cryptic character and forgot to add any other trait. Sick of metaphors and the slow "I'm taking a drag of a cigarette every 5 words" speech.

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Several years ago, I worked the late shift as an online customer support agent for a women’s clothing company. The other CSAs and I were constantly mistreated by crappy customers, and our managers did absolutely nothing to support us. The company valued its customers so much that the rules for dealing with them were disgustingly lax. For example, this one guy would call in obviously masturbating, but we weren’t allowed to hang up on him because he never actually said he was. We had a three-strike policy where a customer could say pretty much anything they wanted to three times before they were disconnected and banned. But we also had a “one day turnover” policy where if a customer was cut off for inappropriate behavior, the ban was reset the next day! So someone could come in, tell you that you’re a bitch three times, get kicked off, and then come and do it again the next day. The entire time I worked there, I never saw a single person get permanently banned. Not even the masturbating guy. I eventually ended up quitting specifically because a customer harassed me to the point of me crying, and my manager’s response was that I could have an unpaid 10-minute break now instead of my 15-minute break later. Yeah.
One of the worst customers was this woman we’ll call Kathy. This woman would enter our CSA chats around midnight, drunk (she admitted to this). She would ask questions like, “What jeans do you think go with this top?” While the CSA answered, Kathy would say things like, “Wow, this is taking so long. Imagine working a minimum wage job at midnight. Bet you want to kill yourself.” Warning #1. The next time, it would get a little worse. “Wow, you’re such a loser. Have you ever thought about killing yourself? I would if I was you.” Warning #2. The last time each night, it would be something like, “I hope you die. You’re so sad. You should kill yourself.” At that point, we’d let her know we could no longer help her, and we’d disconnect her. And then she’d pop back in chat within a few days and the whole thing would start over. She always said the same kinds of things. She clearly knew she could say three separate terrible things to us. Our managers never helped or stepped in.
I once looked this woman up. I wanted to know who she was. To my surprise, I found out that she was a therapist! She had her own practice. I was baffled. What she did was a horrible, cruel, unkind thing... I couldn't believe a therapist would do this.
I later quit working at the company. I waited a few weeks. And then I made a phone call… to Kathy’s practice. I spoke to Kathy. I told her I was seeking therapy. During our intake call, she asked me what kind of issues I was facing. “Well,” I said, “I do this really weird, psychotic thing a few nights a week. I get really drunk, and I start a chat with minimum-wage customer support agents and I tell them multiple times that they should kill themselves. That’s so fucking crazy, right?” She made a tiny noise. A moment passed. The call disconnected.
My friends at the company said that she never messaged them again.

Hi. I just got notice that I got an interview with Western University for PT school. I’m a little annoyed because it’s been months of me not knowing whether I got in or rejected. I even emailed and called and never heard a response. They also only gave me the option of one day and two times on that day to interview and it’s in the middle of the week. It says there’s a writing sample and a logic activity? Can anyone give me more info on what these things are about

Hi I am a (22) f, I was driving home after I dropped off my friend last night at 1am. I parked in front of my house and a car drove in to the culdesac really fast and around till he came back. I thought he was just quickly turning back out of the culdesac. But instead they stopped infront of me with their headlights glaring at me and honked 6 times. This is not the first time this has happened to me.
I had at least 3 to 4 cars do the same thing have their headlights glaring at me but didn't honk and just sat in the car staring at me. Like no one comes out of the car or goes into the car these cars just do a loop around and just sit there for a moment. At first I thought nothing of it was just like they are probs either lost or something and fixing up their GPS, or dropping someone off or picking someone up. Or just chilling for a second. Though I do live in a very sketchy neighbourhood so I tend to think the worst of it.
It really creeps me out though cause they will drive incredibly slow past me after they stop in front of me for a bit. It's almost like they want me to get out of the car because they flashed their light at me so brightly, but since I didn't get out they wanted to get a good look at me and my car and drive slowly beside me. It doesn't help they do this right when I park outside my house. All the vehicles that did this were different first one was a white SUV, second one was a white truck, and the third one I think was a different small black car and the fourth was like a small grey car.
Since that has happened a couple of times now but last nights incident freaked me the most out cause the guy came around honking I'm not sure why. Then he got out and started either screaming at me or someone else in the car cause no one else went in the car someone came out I couldn't make out the appearance because they had their headlights facing me. I could tell it could be a guy cause of their muscular figure, and the person went into their trunk as they were yelling. I immediately locked the door as soon as I heard honking, then got really terrified when the person got out and started looking into their trunk, thinking they could be grabbing a weapon or something.
It just really felt like they wanted to start something, or trying to provoke me to get out of the car. I was definitely about to call the cops but I wanted to take a video first and by the time I filmed a little they got back in the car and left. I don't know if they left because they heard a couple fighting outside or they left on their own accord.
So I'm wondering could this possibly be a tactic people use to human traffick? Or am I just delusional and it could just be a person who's either on a substance acting up? I went inside and immediately told my mom and she's like I heard the honking but didn't think they were honking at you I thought they were honking at someone else and didn't even bother to check cause its so late at night.

Maybe this is unique to me or I’m in a small group of people seeing it this way. But I thought the show had a strong theme about the specific difficulties associated with masculinity (may not be phrasing this exactly right, but it’s something like this). This hit me at first once when I was watching the intro and it’s the little brothers doing all kinds of boy stuff, dirt bikes, shooting rifles etc. Then I started looking for it, and it’s everywhere. One of the main sources of tension is the enormous expectations put on John by his father. There’s a parallel group of Iranian men fighting the other side of the fight with similar fatheson dynamics apparently happening. The love between brothers and how that is expressed is a big theme (remember the playlist “songs I listen to while kicking ass for my brother”?) It’s about toughening up, not showing anyone you’re in pain, telling everyone you’re “pretty good”. The theme became almost obvious to me when they introduced the entirely female homicide department in Luxembourg. I still haven’t totally wrapped my mind around everything they were trying to say with this stuff, but I’m pretty sure they were trying to say something along these lines. Oh one more point about this, although I could probably go on for a while, then they brought in the really awful toxic detective in Luxembourg to sort of show how gross and awful masculinity can be if it goes a certain direction. I think John is generally meant to be sort of the benevolent version of this, he’s trying to do the right thing, doesn’t want to hurt people, seems to respect and love his wife and women generally. But maybe in a weaker person this pressure to be manly can squeeze you into the shape of a vaguely bad guy. I dunno something like that. Any thoughts?

Honestly this is kind of crack, I thought of this because in Sukuna's current state, he's a little taller than 8 foot (so slightly taller than Rose)
Round 1: Sukuna in Yuji's body vs. Rose quartz Round 2: Sukuna in Megumi's body (no mahoraga, weak RCT) vs. Rose Quartz Round 3: Sukuna heian era form (No RCT, no domain, does not have WCS) vs. Rose Quartz Round 4: Sukuna heian era form (weak RCT, has WCS, has deformed domain) vs. Rose Quartz Round 3: Sukuna heian era form (full RCT, has WCS, has domain ) vs. Rose Quartz
Notes: -Rose quartz would have no cursed energy and would thus be able to walk out of a barrier if Sukuna makes one, but she can damage Sukuna and the shikigami (otherwise this would be boring) -Sukuna can't hit black flashes as it's too up to chance -Rose quartz can heal herself with her healing powers -Rose quartz' bubble would work the same as a simple domain
I know im giving her a lot of advantages, but otherwise this fight would be boring.
What do y'all think?

Okay so I'm in a really tough relationship which I've been in for almost 2 years. The trouble is I'm very codependent. I'm 3 years older and since the start I've been deeply entrenched in a caregiving role. We've had a rocky time. We lived together for 8 months, now we're long distance 3 time zones away. We've been caught in an unfortunate dance of breaking up, being unable to actually follow through with it, and getting back together.
Recently there's been this thought at the edge of my mind: what if there's a secret third option... What if I chose to commit to solo-polyamory and gave him the choice to stay or go depending on his feelings about it.
A year ago when I mentioned anything like this he said he would accept it so I could stay in his life but he would be heartbroken secretly. So obviously sounds like a huge no right?
But here's the thing: he's not currently able to sustain being my boyfriend. He has told me as much. His mental health is really bad (he was literally just in the psych hospital), and he cannot be there for me. Not just in the caregiving ways but even just spending quality time together, being cute, etc. I don't blame him either, we both think I have BPD and my codependent tendencies can be suffocating.
And on the other hand, I cannot sustain being his primary caregiver. I feel neglected and lonely. And also feel incredibly fatigued from spending the last two years trying to keep him alive and build up his self esteem.
I need to get out of this dynamic! However, I've tried many times to just break it off and that doesn't work well for us because of our intense magnetism and chemistry and love for eachother.
His needs aren't being met by me and mine aren't being met by him but we don't want to stop talking/loving on eachother.
At least I don't. I hope he's not staying just because he's scared no one else will ever love him the way I do. That would be extremely fucking selfish because I've been suffering with this relationship unable to fully start my new life in a new city because I'm still stuck in this painful dysfunctional relationship.
But recently he has been so unavailable even telling me things point blank like "I can’t handle it today I’m sorry (our relationship)". This is actually great communication. But just because I've been selfless a lot in this relationship doesn't mean I'm a saint! I go crazy when he's unavailable. The experience of neglect is so strong that I disregard his boundaries and start fights just so he will text me. I did this just the other day. I am highly disappointed in my actions. Super not cool!!!
He said I was acting entitled and it hurts because I am so alone. I'm devoted to him but he can't do anything for me. I never ever get to be held by him. And I can't hold it against him because he's doing all he can to just stay alive.
So why do I think solo polyamory could help? Well it's all the boundaries which I crave while still keeping open a real avenue for being in eachother's lives as lovers.
It would be an immense relief to not feel guilty for desiring to connect with other people in addition to him. I have never been a jealous person, and I have always had an ability to care for multiple people in unique ways. To me each relationship is unique and I want to be able to honor them all.
I also want my life back. I'm done being his Mom. I'm done waiting around for his American dream fantasy to be realized (where we have a farm and kids and I'm the mother of his children and we're a happy couple who grows old together) That's a really sweet dream but rn I'm 24, devoted to something unfulfilling, and very unhappy.
I truthfully, want out. But I am shackled by guilt and self doubt. And also bound by the dreams we dreamt up together about the future we could share.
I don't think he's really monogamous at all. He's literally not. He has the hugest crush on my best friend (which doesn't bother me at all btw it genuinely makes me feel good). I have a crush on his best friend too and he loves our trio dynamic so much.
Monogamy has hurt us a lot. It's kept me isolated. His jealousy and possessiveness is out of control. He made me cut off everyone I had previously been romantically involved with which was a good portion of the friends I had (we met in one context and then I decided I was only interested platonically but he still felt really threatened because of the history). He lacks support outside of our relationship and only trusts me enough to go to but I literally cannot be the only one holding him it's not sustainable!
He has had two other girlfriends at times we were broken up but he didn't really like them and told me he just wished they were me. He's extremely upset about not living together anymore and frankly I am too, but I left because it was too much.
I am so sick of it and I know he is too. We need a change. I need my autonomy back. I'm tired of feeling shame and guilt for the way I love. I am not monogamous and I know that in my soul. Solo-polyamory calls to me. It's a little scary. I'm scared that without the context of monogamy maybe I will never get to experience cute lovey dovey shit again.
I loved being his girlfriend/boyfriend (I'm NB) in the beginning. It was really fun being his girl/man. I enjoy deeply having a partner like that. But the idea of having to deny my nonmonogamous nature for the rest of my life feels awful. I denied it and pretended it wasn't part of me for him. But I always felt like he could sense the truth. That I was choosing him over everyone else for his comfort and because I believe he deserves to feel chosen/like the only boy in the world. Not because it was natural or fulfilling or truthful for me.
I feel like I've had to make myself smaller for him and deny parts of myself for his happiness. Maybe that's normal but it feels sad to me.
I want my life back, I want my self back. I don't want to feel guilty anymore. And I'm done being codependent with him. But I think that if I could reinvent the way I relate to romantic partners, maybe I could actually salvage this and get back to the roots or true parts of our love.
It would require immense amounts of courage and trust to transform our dynamic and my concern is he isn't ready for something like that. But I feel like it's worth it to give him a chance to decide how he feels about it for himself.
IDK. Am I crazy?? Am I trying too hard to salvage this? I can't walk away until I've tried everything people. I am far too in love with this man. I swear from the bottom of my heart I love him for a reason and he is a beautiful beautiful person and he really does love me fiercely. Seriously we aren't just getting back together for no reason. If you knew us you would get it. Our love is incredibly passionate. Our chemistry is very intense. We have deep deep deep gentle and caring feeling towards eachother. I admire him deeply. Just because we are struggling with monogamy and long distance and both being mentally ill doesn't mean our relationship isnt worth trying to save.

Topic. This is NOT a trade post. Nor is it a post begging for a two shot explosive boffo smasho game breakingingly good loot as a hand out.
Story time.
Used to play on psn, had to give up psn+ recently, but had already given up the game ages ago. The laughable state of fallout 4 and a sale for 76 got me back, kinda on pc. For $10 and with as much as they've added, yeah, i'm back. But as a smurf. No fancy camps. Not going to grind for top tier whatevers. Just going to putz around and have fun until i can hop back onto my psn character.
Anyways, i role played as highwayman style character. Black powder weapons and other "historically" accurate weapons. IE my loadout when i quit consisted of four black powder pistols (three tse with varying other useful perks, and one faster reload/fire rate/ whatever to use and reload after the others were spent), a "coach gun" style sawn off, and a hand crank gatling gun.
It was hella fun, and between the stealth, pistols, and explosives perks, surprisingly viable.
I'm not seeking to fully replicate it, as my finances are now in a regenerative cycle, so i'm thinking by end of summer or so i should be able to do psn+ and fallout 1st again.
But, i would love to at least edge my way more towards that old build than goofing off with something else. It just seems so innately logical that the best weapons in the apocalypse would be the old fashioned ones you could pretty much use anything (including other ammo) to make ammo.
So this is a humble request, that if anyone is on pc, has one or more scrip scrap black powder pistols, maybe shoot me dm before just recycling them. I only JUST got back in, so this isn't like a rush. Only level 5 or so (had to move in the middle of this) but will be steamrolling the levels soon, since the move is over and genshin impact is my other gaming poison right now, and money wise i don't want to tempt myself so genshin is on hiatus for the foreseeable future.
Don't have to be three stars. Don't have to be actually "good". Don't have to be max level. Looking for just a tiny little starting point so i don't have to grind like a madman just to have a tiny little taste of where i want to head.
Thanks and sorry if this toes the trading line too much.

Heya guys!
A while back, a friend of mine offered to build me a Plex server. When he handed it over – a PC running a Linux server with Docker and 4x16 TB hard disks – it was riddled with problems. Being a noob with PCs and networking, I couldn't figure out how to fix it. My friend was often unavailable, so I decided to take matters into my own hands...
I reinstalled everything, opting for Windows instead of Linux. While I'm not great at this, I managed to set up a basic Plex server with SonarRadarr, Usenet, Torrents, and the whole shebang. It worked… for a bit. But I kept running into problems: driver errors and hard disk disconnects. As a self-proclaimed noob and an Apple user, I didn't have the time or expertise to troubleshoot it all. So, I set out to build a server I understood and could rely on...
I bought a refurbished Apple Mac Mini (M1) and an external RAID enclosure, only to realize my drives don’t fit. Turns out, I have SAS drives instead of SATA. I returned the enclosure and now I’m stuck, not knowing how to proceed.
Here’s what I have:

• 1x Apple Mac Mini M1 512GB
• 4x Seagate Exos X18 16 TB SAS drives
• 1x USB mouse and keyboard
• 1x simple monitor + HDMI

That’s it. No other gear. I've considered the following:

• Buying an external enclosure/bay that fits SAS drives, but I can’t figure out how to connect it to my Mac. They don’t seem to have a simple USB connection or anything...
  
• Selling the 4 drives on the marketplace for a lousy price and buying new SATA ones.
  
• Burning everything and accepting that I'll never figure this out.
  

Please, for the love of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, help me out! Thanks!!

DC Next Proudly Presents:

The Linear Men

Issue Twenty:Family Reunion
Written by Dwright5252
Edited by Predaplant

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The Waverider
When she was growing up, Deirdre Harkness often thought about how things might’ve been different in her household if she had an older brother to take the brunt of her father’s attention. How her path through life could have been vastly different, her rap sheet a little more… non-existent.
Now that such a brother seemingly existed, albeit from another Earth altogether, she was starting to realize that maybe she was fine being an only child.
“Listen, this’ll go a lot faster if you stop being so obtuse, Deirdre,” Owen Mercer scowled, twirling one of his razor-sharp boomerangs deftly between his fingers as he paced the deck of the Waverider. Deirdre sat in the hot seat, the Linear Men staring at her on one side while her current and former romantic partners stood on the other. The multiversal children of Digger Harkness faced off in the middle, neither seeming to want to give any inch in their argument.
“Look, I’m just sayin’ I’d be able to find my friends better without some drongo stealing my schtick,” she responded casually, moving to take a boomerang of her own from her bandolier before remembering the new time cops had confiscated all her weapons. “Surely Jenny Sparks has someone better to send along.”
Was she being difficult? Absolutely. Was this petty argument preventing her from saving her missing teammates? Undoubtedly.
Did she want to take this pretender down a peg? You know it.
“Perhaps we can arrive at some kind of accord, beloved,” Ystin interjected, placing a hand on Deirdre’s shoulder. “I understand how jarring seeing this knave must be, but our comrades in arms are lost to time. Other priorities must take precedence.”
Sighing deeply, Deirdre fell back into the chair behind her, irked that this modified timeline removed all the progress she’d made in molding the chair to fit her form. She could see Liri wince at the force she had used to enter the chair, and felt a little bad about that.
God, she could be selfish sometimes.
“Fine. Fine, I’ll be a good sheila now. What is your plan, oh fearless brother o’ mine?” She felt the tension in the room let up slightly, and Ystin gave her a grateful smile.
Owen pulled out another boomerang of his and started pressing the buttons on it. A projection appeared, seemingly the timeline they were currently in. Biting back her instincts to make fun of her brother’s projecto-rang, she sat back and listened as he began to point at the timeline. “As you can see, this is the current stream that we’re in. You can see these discolorations,” he explained, pointing at the shades of red appearing in the mostly blue timeline, “that indicate the anomalies you’re normally after. Sure, they aren’t the best thing to have appear, but it’s within the Time Masters’ range of acceptable aberrations. From what Deirdre is saying, the kind of anomaly we’re looking for with this situation, with one team seemingly erased from time and another fully resurrected, should be lighting this up like a Christmas tree. That massive of a ripple effect from those changes would unmoor us into the Bleed, never to return.”
“But we’re clearly still here,” Rip Hunter said, scowling. “So you’re saying she’s full of it.”
“Not necessarily,” Owen replied, and Deirdre felt a slight pang in her chest as her brother came to her defense. He dialed in another setting and another hologram appeared, this time showing various circles floating around the timestream. “What do you know about time bubbles?”
Michael raised his hand, ever the teacher’s pet, apparently. “They’re basically pocket dimensions separated out from the timestream. The Time Masters use them sometimes to isolate threats to the stream or conduct experiments.”
“Gold star to you,” Owen said, and Deirdre rolled her eyes as Michael beamed. She missed Booster so much. “Yes, exactly that. So let’s say that these bubbles,” he circled a majority of them, “were made and accounted for. We’re left with a good dozen unsanctioned by the Time Masters.”
Deirdre’s hopes started to pick up before Rip dashed them. “But that’s also within parameters for a timestream. Nature abhors a vacuum and makes time bubbles naturally to fill in any blank spaces that appear. You’re grasping at straws.”
Owen turned toward the captain of the Waverider. “I’m sorry, did you want to run this presentation? I can go back to the Authority and leave y’all to your issues if you want.”
Before Rip could respond, Liri stepped in. “Rip, let the poor boy explain. You’re being an asshole.”
Deirdre blinked, surprised at Liri’s interjection. The AI she knew would never put the captain in his place like that. And even more shocking, she saw Rip pull back and motion for Owen to continue, clearly chastened by his crewmate.
Miracles did happen.
“You’re correct, the other bubbles not highlighted are indeed naturally occurring.” Owen pointed at them and expanded them. “But someone with enough access and know-how can commandeer these time bubbles and manipulate them for their own uses.”
Matthew Rider raised his hand. “So you’re saying our missing people could be inside these bubbles? But what about the damage to the timeline from removing them in the first place?”
“Good question. Like I said, this level of fuckery to the order of things should’ve made things completely unravel. That being said, it is possible for someone with a high degree of chronal knowledge and access to do it. It’d be damn risky, as one mistake could spell disaster. But… it's becoming more and more evident that whatever’s responsible for this isn’t an amateur.” Owen pulled up a blank file now, a glaring DATA NOT FOUND flashing in front of them. “You say you all saw Walker Gabriel vanish, and still have memories of him. He’s not in our databases anymore, and there’s not even a void left behind where he should be. This thing took him out and plastered over the timestream to remove any trace.”
Silence fell on the group as the idea of what they were up against sunk in. Deirdre pondered who or what could hate them enough to do something like this.
“So what’re our next steps?” Liri asked, typing away furiously at her datapad. “Should we search these time bubbles for our missing teammates?”
Deirdre smiled sadly as she heard Liri refer to her friends as teammates. This version didn’t even know these people, didn’t have any definitive proof that they even existed, and yet she took them in her heart as part of the team.
Owen shook his head. “That would take too long, and might tip off whatever’s doing this to our plan. We need more manpower for the search and a way to narrow down the field.” Roxy Rocket, who’d spent the entire conversation vlogging the control room with her camera, piped in. “Sciency stuff isn’t really my bag, but could you maybe look for people that interacted with these folks and trace them that way? Use their memories to bridge the gap or whatever?”
To Deirdre, it sounded like the kind of stupid thing that just might work. “I know someone that might be able to help us with that, and I can get some people together we could use.”
Hub City, Illinois
Something was wrong, of that Violet was certain.
Their journey had led them across the globe when they’d felt it happen, felt the universe attempting to steal another memory from them. Violet fought against the overwhelming vibrations that tried to steal the memory of their friend from them, using their powers to shield their mind and their heart. It took everything they had, rendering Violet unconscious for a day. But when they awoke, they still remembered Michael Jon Carter, Booster Gold. The first person in Violet’s memory that tried to help them.
It felt fitting, going from trying to discover their past to helping bring their friend back from oblivion.
The problem was, nothing was working.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Daniel Carter asserted, shifting on his crutches as he tried to close the door on Violet. They held their hand out to stop it, and felt fear trickle through Daniel’s aura.
“I do not mean to startle you, I am just trying to find some answers,” Violet explained, backing away from the door to give Daniel some space. “I know it sounds strange, but I am telling you only the truth.”
“Look, I wish you luck in… this whole thing you’ve got going,” Daniel said, “but I don’t have a clue about any future relatives of mine, whatever the hell that means. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready for a job interview.”
This time, Violet allowed him to slam the door in their face. It was no use. It seemed anyone they’d attempted to contact didn’t have any memories of their friend. Violet knew that if they could only use their aura to show Daniel the true way of things…
But no. That would be a trespass they were hesitant to employ. There had to be a way to bring Michael back without hurting anyone. They would find it, they were sure of it. “Well, if it isn’t the most colorful person I know,” a familiar voice said from behind them. Violet turned around to see Deirdre Harkness approaching them from across the street. Unconsciously adjusting their hijab, Violet ran towards their former teammate and enveloped her in a tight hug.
“You are truly a sight for sore eyes, Deirdre,” Violet said, tears running down their face as they took in their old friend’s presence. “I could really use a friendly ear at the moment. I feel as if I have gone insane.”
Deirdre pulled back from the hug to look Violet in the eye. After a moment of searching, she smiled. “You remember, don’t you?”
Violet’s eyes widened in shock and joy. “Tell me you are not humoring me. You truly remember our friend?”
A wave of relief washed over Violet, and it was all they could do to keep their aura in check as Deirdre spoke. “Not only do I remember Booster and Rip and the others, but I think I have a way to get them back.”
Radiance, Pennsylvania
Living in a mansion wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. For instance, the amount of upkeep required to keep it from becoming a dusty mountain of sadness was just completely unrealistic for one person to do. That meant hiring people to help maintain the grounds, sweep the floors, clean the bathrooms and bedrooms.
Mitch Shelley was not a fan of people.
“No, I said not to make the topiary look like a Soder Cola can,” Mitch insisted to his groundskeeper, an older man whose proximity to loud saws all his life made him hard of hearing. “It looks corny as fuck.”
The old man shook his head. “I think it looks fine, sir. Plus I know your corporate sponsors will appreciate it for that gala you’re holding next week.”
Goddammit. Mitch had been dreading that stupid party ever since he’d been asked to host it in honor of his latest sponsorship campaign for the Soder Cola company. Sure, he wasn’t too involved with the planning (at least, when he could dodge the phone calls and house visits of the party planner he’d hired) but it still took up way too much of his time. That wasn’t to mention the fact that he had to attend the thing.
In a suit.
Ugh.
“Maybe you’re right. Thanks, Joe,” Mitch said, handing the groundskeeper a generous tip. Joe was probably the most down-to-earth of his employees, and he wanted to make sure he was taken care of. Joe shook his hand appreciatively and walked out the door, brushing past a red haired woman dressed garishly in some sort of costume.
“You’re a week early for the gala, darlin’,” Mitch said, waving her away as he tried to escape to his theater room. “I’m sure whatever skill you have will be enough to entertain the suits coming to this shindig.”
“Har de har, asshole,” the woman said, her Australian accent giving him pause. What was an Aussie doing in Pennsylvania? “I’m actually here for Resurrection Man. Need his help.”
Mitch sighed, “Look, I’m sure whatever cat’s stuck in a tree will get itself out. If this is about Lazarus, tell that fucker he can come and face me himself rather than sending his new sidekick.”
The woman rolled her eyes. “Look, I know you. You’re a wild horse that can’t be reined in. You need adventure in your life, and I’m here to offer it. Ever time traveled before?”
Mitch stopped on the steps. “In a manner of speaking. What did you have in mind?” Maybe he’d hear this woman out. If anything it might last long enough to get him out of this fucking party.
Opal City
“Stargazer tipline, how can we help?” Jack Knight was surprised when the old phone line started to ring. Courtney had been right; most people used the app to ask for help. He’d almost forgotten the tipline was a thing, and it had startled him into dropping his tools as he worked on another upgrade to the Star Staff. His father’s laboratory made the ringing sound like it was coming from all over, so he’d almost missed the call when he couldn’t find the phone buried under all the schematics.
“Hello Starman, long time fan, first time caller,” a voice said from the receiver, the accent telling him this wasn’t an Opal citizen. “Need your assistance in a caper.” He was tempted to hang up the phone; no doubt this was some kind of crank call. “What’re the details of this… caper, ma’am?” He’d humor her for a little bit. Jennifer and Courtney had been on his case about crunch culture and making sure to take breaks, so maybe this could count as his allotted rest period.
“First off, I think I’m younger than you, so shove off with your ma’am,” the woman huffed. “Second, this isn’t a joke. Why don’t you come out of your little work shed and see what I mean.”
The line clicked, and Jack looked at the phone in confusion. What a weird call. There was no way anyone knew where he was at the moment, so he chalked it up to someone having a laugh at his expense. As he picked up his blowtorch to continue his welding, the intercom buzzed.
“Jack, can you please come up here and tell these yahoos to get their spaceship out of my backyard before they wreck my azaleas?” Jack heard his father’s voice resonate through the speaker. He jumped up to look at the outside cameras, and sure enough, there floated a spaceship of some sort.
He pulled out his phone and texted into the All Star Group Chat. “Hey, gang. Might need to be out of the city for a bit on a mission. I’ll keep you posted.”

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Hello! its my first time requesting here. A few days ago i won an offer of the game Amanda The Adventurer and i couldnt play it yet. thats why i didnt wanted to make a request but its the first time i saw this game in a good discount and im asking for your understanding.
About Me;
I live in Turkey. I recently graduated from law school. Here in Turkey we have a year long almost non-paid mandatory internship. After school i had a break from everything to calm down a bit and im gonna start my internship in a few days. Im taking art classes these days (like a free course thing) and my main dream is to be a writer. Also im really interested in trauma portrayal in art. I have an interest for everything sad, i found horror movies at my lowest point and after that day my interests started to get a shape. I love seeing how these hard-to-convey and hard to live emotions in cinema and books gets portrayed but games are a new field for me. Started playing video games a few years ago and im tryin to get games that has these kinda aspects (deep traumas, sad realities, dark events, characters dealing with the worse case scenarios etc.) They inspire me so much in my writings, i crave to create an art piece like the ones im in love with.
What i love about this game and others that are similar;
The game has choices matters, dark humor and psychological horror tags and also is considered as one of the saddest games out there. i live for the art pieces that makes me go into depression, i really do. Night in the Woods looks like a passion project, a story the dev must tell and i feel it in every story of mine and i appreciate it so much. i like seeing how passionate they were in their game.
Omori (a game i havent played yet, deals with guilt, loneliness, self-harm and self-hatred. i love this game so deeply, waiting for the best time.) Little Misfortune (has similar gameplay and was also really touching, i loved every second i spent w her.) Happy Game (a surreal, psychodelic adventure about not being able to growing up mentally and being stuck in your childhood.)
movies and series; Mysterious Skin (movie, shows two side of the same trauma through two boys.) Banana Fish (trauma itself, my biggest inspiration.) Kaibutsu (movie, one of my main inspirations, the confusion the boys had actually keeps me going about what im writing rn.)
A few books; Earthlings, Never Let Me Go, Dorian Gray, Perks of Being a Wallflower.
Why i couldnt buy; It's 5,24 and the discounts gonna end in 21 hours. I live in Turkey and a few months ago we had a currency change in Steam which made us go from TL to USD. A dollar is 32 TL at this moment. And that makes the game more than 150+TL which is a lot for me for now. And considering im not gonna get paid for a year i dont think ill be able to buy games for a while.
im sorry for the long post, i cant resist writing and also thank you all for this sub and you guys are so sweet as far as i saw. Hope you all have great days filled with happiness ahead of you and hope you'll only feel that deep sadness in art and not in your lives.
Game Link: https://store.steampowered.com/app/481510/Night_in_the_Woods/
Profile Link: https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561199273404293/

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I broke up recently and the major reason was him being friends with his ex. He wanted to be in touch with his ex and I was very uncomfortable, I had a past where I was cheated on and when he wanted to meet and stay in touch with her I just felt extremely uncomfortable. It was a strange physical reaction of discomfort, I panicked so badly that he got weirded out. I was okay until I heard there was some back massage involved. To them it was casual, but I couldn't be okay with him talking to her after that. He insisted that he cannot let me control who he sees or talks to. I knew many people are okay with it so I tried for him. I tried to change my POV for 3 years but that discomfort never went away. I communicated with my him multiple times but it was a deal breaker for him and now my insecurity/discomfort and a small resentment that he couldn't just do that much for me, caused a lot of fights. Now it's all over. God knows what's wrong with me! I wonder if this feeling will ever go away. Is it abnormal to be uncomfortable? They eventually started getting emotionally intimate a little and I got to know that by checking his texts because my insecurity/intuition felt like they lack boundary and my bf told me it was because of my insecurities that he started talking and sharing a lot of things with her. I still can't get over this and wonder was anyone wrong or it's mere incompatibility? There were other reasons to, but i couldn't get to accept this and he also stood by his wish. How do I get over the feeling that he choose his ex over me? I stood by him always, and have felt he never stood by me when I needed him the most. Also, the girl seemed nice but my guts said otherwise. But I have been questioned so much, I'm left confused. Who meets and asks an ex bf to give back massage?!! Who has no friend in life other than an ex bf who had left them for someone else long back? I never talk to any ex and even if they contact me, i am more considerate of not making their current partner uncomfortable. She knew I was uncomfortable but kept texting and seeking emotional support of my bf (ex) even after having a husband. I'm just sad and I miss my guy. Sorry for the long rant, and thanks for reading.may be i should have not been immature at this age, but I feel what I feel. Please don't comment if u wanna be plain mean.
Tldr: i couldn't be comfortable with my bf (ex) talking to his ex.

I was promoted and moved teams within my same company little over a month ago. I hate my new role and I’m still expected to do a lot work related to old position (4 people quit within a month so my old team is really overwhelmed). I’m not able to give myself time to properly learn how to do my new job because 60% of my time is taken up by things from my old position. A recruiter reached out to me about a job that sounds perfect for me and I’d make an extra 20k-30k a year. I want to peruse it but feel bad about wasting my new manager time since he’s been trying to train me up. How bad would it be in I quit after only a month and perused this new oppertunity?