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2018.10.29 19:15 Casual_OCDShooting Fish in a Barrel
Basically a sub for people, posts, links, etc. that took the easy way out and commented with a sub link that has become a low-effort meme. Examples include; theydidthemath, nocontext and jesuschristreddit. Not limited to links, other examples of "shooting fish in a barrel" include "This guy *blanks*", "Roll Tide", "NEXT!" and "And everybody clapped"
2024.05.08 02:23 Corny_Popcorn1002How do I divorce my husband?
24f with 1 daughter, we’ve been separated since she was 4 months old. Im now in a new state but he’s still in the same state we were in when we were married. He cheated while I was in labor and his friends told me while he was on deployment (navy), and when I tried to kick him out after he neglected taking care of our daughter, using bah from our marriage to still be involved with the other woman and got drunk numerous times while he was around our child. He got violent and I got a restraining order. He moved from one state to another 3 times and now he’s apparently back where he started. His mother claims to not know where he is and the rest of his family hasn’t heard from him. I cant afford a lawyer at the moment and no one at the free legal advice office knows what to do other than to hire a private investigator (and they couldn’t even explain what they do or how much they cost?). I want to move on and i cut him off from receiving any benefits from me (active duty) and I don’t want to get in contact with him directly, since that would dissolve the restraining order. What do i do? Who can help me and what are the options i have currently? (For context: wed in 2021, separated Mar2022 to now)
2024.05.08 02:22 White_RingBest Gaming Headset To Buy
Hi all, I was scrolling some subreddits like headphones and gamingheadsets, A lot of people there struggling to find the best gaming headsets. So, I decided to create a list of best gaming headsets. I did a lot of research, read a lot of reviews and discussions by users and experts too. After reading all that for days this is the list I've come up with:
The SteelSeries Arctis Nova Pro Wireless are premium wireless gaming headphones released in 2022. These over-ears are packed with extra features like a wireless transmitter with built-in customization controls, active noise cancelling (ANC), swappable battery packs, and plenty of software options. They also support Bluetooth, meaning you can stay connected to your smartphone and console at the same time. Unlike the SteelSeries Arctis Pro Wireless, you can get these headphones in either a PC and PlayStation or Xbox variant. If you care about cross-platform compatibility, the Xbox variant is more versatile since it can wirelessly connect to both consoles. That said, there have been many user reports of a high noise floor, which can be annoying while you're gaming.
The HyperX Cloud Alpha are wallet-friendly wired gaming headphones that look and feel very similar to the HyperX Cloud 2/Cloud II. The differences are minor, like having a detachable audio cable, which makes it easy to swap out the part if it gets damaged, and no wired USB support. If you don't need bells and whistles like a companion app or virtual soundstage support, these plug-and-play headphones offer a robust performance.
The Razer BlackShark V2 are wired gaming headphones with a similar look and feel to the Razer BlackShark V2 X, but come with lots more customization features. They have a detachable boom mic, come with a USB sound card, and can access Razer's Synapse 3 software, so you can customize their sound and adjust their microphone settings, though we don't test these features. That said, while they have decently neutral audio reproduction, they can perform differently depending on their positioning and placement on the head. Although they don't have a very versatile performance out-of-the-box, their robust customization features are ideal for PC and PlayStation gamers.
The Audeze Maxwell Wireless are feature-packed gaming headphones that come in Xbox and PlayStation variants. They have a detachable boom mic as well as an integrated mic and support LDAC codec for streaming Hi-Res audio, and you can pair them with two different devices in many ways. However, what sets them apart from competitors like the SteelSeries Arctis Nova Pro Wireless are their planar magnetic drivers, which can help them create a more immersive soundstage and keep distortion low compared to more common dynamic drivers. This kind of driver is pretty heavy and can be fatiguing to wear over time. Planar magnetics are also more complex and harder to match; our model's L/R drivers have some phase mismatch, affecting the placement of objects in the stereo image.
The Logitech G432 are decent for gaming. These simple, wired gaming headphones have a good microphone for online games, and their wired connection offers no latency issues. They also have a USB dongle, which offers low latency, so your audio and visuals stay in sync. You can customize their warm sound profile using their companion software's graphic EQ plus presets if you prefer a different sound. They're comfortable to wear for a while and are versatile enough to be used with pretty much any platform.
I really need someone to just vent this out to and maybe get advice on what I could do because right no I feel so trapped and it feels like theres only one way out. I cant afford a therapist even tho I really wish I could see one. When I was younger around 8ish my parents split and my dads job had him moving all over the US from New York, to Arkansas, to Texas, to South Carolina, etc. Because of all the moving I rarely got to be put into public school, and was forced into homeschooling for most of my prior years. Instead of actually properly engaging with me tho, I just got handed a text book and had to solve it myself while my father worked or played his MMO Warcraft. I got my first laptop at around the age of 8-10 maybe and because I had nothing else to do I guess I just started getting really big into gaming and being online. Then when I was about 15 we settled down in a ghost town in Texas. Some stupid college town with literally nothing to do. We have 1 street with fast food chains, an empty abandoned mall, and 1 or 2 bars, 1 of which recently shut down. I had a kind of hard time fitting in at school since it was my first time in an actual public school and it was my Freshman year in college. My father forced me and my brother to play football and while I was athletic, I couldnt catch for shit but my father was so proud anytime I was on the field so I just stopped fighting it and forced myself to get through it. Im about 5'6-5'7 range of height and that made it much harder as well. Anyway, about in my sophomore year or so, maybe a bit earlier I started getting in trouble. Like a lot of trouble, running away, fights, tresppassing, breaking into cars and stealing, destruction of property. Thinking back on it, a lot of it was just me acting out for attention because it seemed like the only time my father or really anyone would pay attention was when I forced them to. My father was on his 5th new girlfriend who I hated and I had 2 awful step siblings that got the golden treatment while me and my 2 younger brothers were treated much worse. Around this time I also sort of came to terms with the my mother not caring about us. She would visit every summer or so or we'd go down once a year to visit thanksgiving with her side of the family and for the most part that was always fun. But my mom was a major hippie. Like a real junkie. Every year or 2 it was a new abusive horrible boyfriend that would treat me and my brothers like shit and my mom and him were always shifting between being super lovey and cute with eachother when they were drunk or high out of their minds, to the inveitable fighting and yelling at eachother about how he treats her and us kids, or how she is always yelling at him over little things whenever their high or buzz eventually wore off. I could never really understand it. Why she couldnt come see us more often as she only lived a little over an hour and a half away. She would use the excuse that she didnt have that kind of money to take us down and feed us and what not or had no one to watch us. But I saw and I knew how much she spent on weed and alcohol and it must have been at least 250 a month bare minimum. It always felt like she didnt *want* to see us. And my father, Ive already eluded to how he was very dismissive of me and my brothers but he also had anger issues. He wasnt necessarily abusive but he would yell and he would scream about how fucking stupid I was for doing x and x or how I need to treat his girlfriends better. And Id yell back. His mother, my grandma has extremely bad mental health disorder (I dont know what specifically) but it causes her to go manic when shes off her medication and seeing as my grandpa didnt believe in that (the 1900s am I right) and seeing as they were both extreme christians she often would not take them and this caused her to lash out and abuse my father by both yelling and screaming but also by beating him with a belt or a pan or her hands. I think this is why my father is the way he is, why hes so emotionally stunted and closed off. When I was 17 my life was actually at its peak, I was finally starting to do better in school, I had a solid group of friends with and just a lot of really healthy relationships. But then I met this girl, and she sort of clung to me, presumably because she had a crush on me (duh). And would pester me all the time. This really got to me because for the first time in my life there was someone prying for MY attention instead of the other way around. She was extremely forward, texting me all the time, holding onto my arm while we walked down the halls, waiting for me at lunch, after school, after class, etc. I was starting to fall for her hard. At this time I actually had a best friend who I really liked because despite all my flaws she seemed to genuinely care about me. I liked her at the time but I wasnt sure if she liked me back and I was too scared to ask. And so, when I met this new girl who seemed to be very clearly into me I folded and sooner than later we were officially dating. This is where everything went down hill. My friends stopped hanging out with me as much because they thought she was a slut or whore or whatever and didnt approve, and Id push them away when I argued that she wasnt and that she was misunderstood and abused. This relationship would end up being extremely toxic. She made me block friends, If my friend was a woman, I had to cut ties with them. (which was a lot of my friends that I had left). And then things started getting really bad. She was very obsessive and abusive, if I looked at a girl the wrong way, if I was too nice to a waiter, or she thought they were too nice to me, it was somehow my fault and she'd start acting distant. Replying with small answers, leaving me on open, until eventually I apologized and then BOOM she was all over me again. And this continued anytime I did something she didnt like she'd withhold any affection, refused to talk it out, would scream and throw things, lock herself in rooms, threaten to hurt herself. She also pulled me into smoking weed which became a constant thing for us. Around this time I should also mention, my father had disenrolled me from school early into my Junior year due to skipping classes and fighting, and also my girlfriend had gotten in a huge fight with her parents and she got kicked out and came to live with us. She was VERY intimate, and would often hurt me at my most vulnerable. When I would break down about things in my past or because of a really shitty day she would waste no time using that in later conversations. And during sex she would often scratch or bite or keep going even when I told her to stop because it hurt or I was uncomfortable or not in the mood and when I finally would get physical and push her off she would just throw something at me or hit me and say something like "Fucking pussy, Youre such a loser" and then would spend the next few hours acting like Im the bad guy saying things like "You think Im ugly" "You dont wanna fuck me anymore" etc etc. And she was pretty much with me 24/7 as she lived with me at this point, eveyr morning, every night. Things continued like this for about a year and right when I was gonna break up with her, and I think she could tell because I was starting to be more standoffish, I had finally reconnected with some friends. She got pregnant. I was too fucking naive and horny I guess and so extremely dumb hat I just believed her when she told me she was on birth control. I mean we'd had sex many many times before hand without a condom and there was never any issue. Anyway, this was the real downfall. I couldnt make her get an abortion, and I didnt wanna be forced to pay 40% child support for the rest of my young life. So I stuck with her, and I got a job working about 50hrs a week at a chicken factory. I made pretty good money but I came home miserable. On the bright side I finally kicked my weed addiction for both my sake but more importantly my sons. I wasnt gonna be the same as my mother or father. But once our attentions wernt on eachother anymore, it became all about the kid. We had an agreement, that since Im on my feet and using my back and hands all day Id usually come home with very swollen hands and feet and I just wanted 30m to an hour to myself to just relax and calm down after work but this only lasted for maybe a month or 2 before she started pawning our son off on me the moment I was home. I came home to dishes all over the room, clothes sitting in the bin for weeks without being washed, overflowing trash. It was horrible. Things pressed on like that while the relationship just deteriorated further and further and before I knew it, 3 years had passed. Now Im 21, and we basically dont talk to eachother at this point and just share a space and a kid together. But one day I wake up and my ex is gone, and so is my son. She had left in the middle of the night and all I had was a text from one of her friends saying she breaks up with me and shes leaving with my son. I try to contact her but Im blocked on literally everything with no way of knowing where they went. I didnt care that she was gone, but not knowing where my son was killed me. I spent 3 long months hiring a lawyer and tracking her down and eventually found her staying in a womens shelter claiming I was abusive. Eventually our day in court came even tho I paid 9k for a lawyer with a really high success rate, and I had an actual home, and a good system of connections for the kids, and a family that Im actually in contact with, and a job and a car. I had photos, videos of her breakdowns, screenshots of her message threatening myself and herself. I had witnesses, and even court documents about her being sent to a mental hospital for her issues and her parents both having gone to jail for possession of drugs and YET even despite all of this, she was able to walk in with no legal support, coming from a shelter with no home and no body to reach out to and yet somehow she still fucking won custody of our son. I promise you Im not being biased in this explination, she somehow won and I blame it on the fact that we lived in good ol sexist Texas where the mother always get the kid no matter what and because they wanted me to pay child support. I cant explain it in any way that makes sense. Anyway, I wallowed in defeat drunk for about 3 months after that until I got a message from my ex saying that she's being evicted from the shelter and she has nowhere left to go but her uncles house. Thing is, our court doc had a special restriction to being within 30m of eachother, and though she absolutely could have found a way around it I was somehow able to convince her to sign custody over to me since she has no other options as she was gonna be kicked from the shelter and would be breaking the border restriction if she left. And it actually worked and for the first time in months I had my kid back. Now flashforward a year and a half, Im 22 now and turning 23 in a about 6 months. But my life feels so empty. I live with my parents because I cant afford childcare, and also work and pay off a home and a car at the same time. I have no friends and no girlfriend and its so fucking lonely. And anytime I try to talk to people I just fuck it all up because I dont use social media, Im not familiar with the current trends, I dont have time to hang out or go drinking or smoking, or just go on trips because I have to stay home and watch my son. I have a group of friends Ive known for about 4 years online and some of us from the group finally met up in Chicago for a 4 day weekend trip Fri-Mon last weekend and while I felt a little akward because it was my first time out in years where I could actually enjoy myself and it was my first time really in a big city. I really did have the best time of my life in years and I really really enjoyed it for the most part, it was my first taste of real freedom and fun in as long as I can remember. But then when we got home and we called the next day and shared stories and photos, it was all just talking about how akward I was or how it felt like I hated the trip and that Id just wander off or just seemed anti-social. These wernt just jokes either, they were actively being outwardly mean for what seemed like no reason. Saying they were happy the trip was over and saying they could never go on a trip with us again. All very mean spirited jokes and jabs, and then came the videos and photos where they took of me just kinda sitting akwardly or when I was drunk. And it would just go back to them making a "Yikes" face. A little bit of context- so there are 5 of us in the GC that have known eachother and called almost every other day for about 4 years. 3 out of 5 of us went on the trip, It was a girl and her boyfriend and then there was another man that we had added to the GC maybe a few months prior. The entire trip, it seemed like the 2 in a couple were sort of othering us, they were doing there thing and we were along for the ride. They would take photos of themselves only, they would whisper and just talk to eachother mostly the entire time, and anytime we would say something it was usually just 1 note response before they would go back to talking to eachother. All of this combined with me just gawking at the fact that I was ACTUALLY there and I would just kinda of zone out sometimes and admire the city and foot traffic and just appreciate the fact I was there. (These were the moments they would capture on camera and say that I was being awkward or anti-social) but they didnt capture all the moments we were actively talking and walking or any of the other good moments like back in the hotel room when we were all just chilling and laughing it up. When I got home and they just broke out all the insults and were being super mean out of nowhere for literally no reason it just got to me. I wanna be mad at them but Im not Im just super depressed. It was such a fun trip and they basically just ruined it saying the entire time they felt weirded out or they felt like I was sad or unhappy the entire trip. To be fair, Im really stoic, in the sense that I dont show a lot of emotion, seemingly getting that from my father, and I do have a resting frown. So when theyre sitting there talking about the latest Kendrick Lamar vs Drake drama or some tiktok trend or something I didnt understand I would just be kinda left sitting there without knowing what was going on. The other guy we added to the GC, he was actually really cool to be around, he could hold a convo, and we talked a lot about morals, and shows, and politics, and video games, and things I could relate to and when I asked him about the Drama or Tiktok trend he would actually go out of his way to fill me in and explain it and answer my questions where as the other 2 would just kinda respond with a simple answer and act annoyed when I was like "Ah that makes sense" or "Oh ok I get it". I deleted snapchat awhile back because my son kept posting photos on my story. But when I redownloaded it yesterday I was able to watch all the snaps from the moment our planes landed and we met, to the moment we said goodbye at the airport and all my feelings were validated. The entire time they were sneaking bad photos and recordings of me, and captioning it with things about how they think Im upset or that Im being awkward and sending it to the snap GC. And my whole world kinda crumbled as I just went through 30 minutes of photos and videos of all of them just talking about me that way behind my back the entire time and seeing how they really felt. During the trip I kept apologzing and telling them Im not upset and that its all just very new to me and I dont get out often and I already felt terrible because my feet were extremely blistered and bruised from all the walking and I felt like I was ruining their fun on the trip and they just kept saying "No its fine!" "Dw about it" "No seriously we're ok, just tried". Anyway in our call I kind of called them out saying I dont get why theyre acting this way even tho on the trip we seemed to be having a good time and they just got mad at me like "oh my god relax, its not that big of a deal" and yea. It feels like Im trapped in this cycle where my depression and isolation causes me to act awkward or have a hard time conversing and connecting to people and that makes it hard to make friends or find a girlfriend, but also the loneliness and isolation is whats causing my depression and Ive tried looking up all the advice on how to be more confident or talk to people or whatever but I just cant do it. When Im talkative I come off as "too much" or annoying and yappy but when I dont try as hard Im too quiet. I cant get out of this hole that I spent my entire life digging and now it feels like I might never get out. I wanna go to college, I want the life that I see everyone my age living, active on social media, travelling, participating in trends, going out to clubs and just enjoying their 20-30s. The worst part is, is that even tho I love my son with every ounce of my being, Im often negligent towards him. He brings toys to me and asks me to play with him and I just tell him not right now while I watch my latest yt video or show, or play games with friends online, and I just feel myself becoming my father and repeating his mistakes. I dont make sure my sons is well clothed and showered, I wear the same clothes multiple days in a row sometimes, and I can already see my son lashing out for attention the same way I did in my teens. Hes 4, some attitude is to be expected, but I know this an attention thing because he acts so good with my aunt or my step mother. I feel horrible because I wanna do better, I wanna be better but idk how. Ive been considering that it may be in my sons best interest if I give him back to my ex. She has a good life right now with a good car, job, and home and shes finally been clean for awhile. Both of her parents are dead and she has no connection to immediate family but when she sees him she treats him so well and hes always begging to see her again. She genuinely shows him the kind of love and attention he needs. But a part of my feels like if I give him up, Im just like my mother. Abandoning my kid for my own selfish reasons. I could move to the big city with my saved up cash or even camp out of my car as Ive always dreamed of that kind of life. Maybe stay in a dorm or get a roomate while I study in college with a part time job. So Im not left behind in the world Ive tried justifying it by saying that its better for both of us, and that at this rate Ill be a nobody and he'll grow up just as fucked up as I am. But maybe if I can get out and change the course of my life, I could actually be successful and pay for his college when hes ready, and take him on trips around the world and buy him things. And he'd have a loving mother, and I could still come visit more often than my mother did. Im just so scared. I dont wanna be my father but I dont wanna be my mother either and I cant imagine coming to terms that maybe she wasnt horrible after all. And then I get worried about the logistic, what could go wrong if I give him up. What if my ex decides randomly that she wants child support even tho we agreed no child support was needed. And then my life is fucked all over again but I also lose my son. I tried researching and In Texas, the judge can decide its "not in the childs best inrest" for me not to pay child support or for me to terminate my parental rights even if BOTH me and my ex agree to the terms. So I could be forced into having my life ruined even if we both agree that I dont need to. I feel alone, and isolated and I have no one to talk to about this and I have no help. No matter how I look at it, my life feels like its over before it even got started and all I can think about is ending it all because it feels like whats the point. Please help me know what to do
2024.05.08 02:20 Perpetual_Proposal_How to remove / treat a small skin tag thing on my face?
I'm male. I've got this skin tag sort of thing under my lip. It's like the size and shape of a pimple, but it's not a pimple as it's been there for like a year. It's between my chin and lip. I wouldn't even care, except it's really easy to cut it when I shave, and I'm sick of ending up a bleeding mess every time I shave. Is there an easy way to deal with something like that? Or do I have to get it cut off by a proper person with a knife and a degree?
2024.05.08 02:12 AutumnFanatic22 [M4F] Illinois/Online/Anywhere - Hi! Do you enjoy a long read? Sit down with your favorite candle and a cup of tea because this one's for you! Nerdy guy looking for a woman around my age or older interested in forming a genuine online intimate connection. ☺️
I have a fear of speedbumps, but I'm slowly getting over it.. Hi and welcome to my post! Wanted to start off with a funny to me dad joke. Nice to meet you, I'm Dylan! To put it simple, I am a single 22 year old man who has been pretty lonely in life and lacking human connection. And part of what comes with that is the desire to be intimate with a person. I am very mature for my age and will always be respectful of your boundaries and feelings, especially with anything sexual. Lately all I have is myself when it comes to sexual desires, so I would like to have someone to keep company with in that regard too. I'm just relaxing at work on lunch break and thinking about going home and burning a woodwick candle. I love candles! 🕯️ Sometimes a campfire outside on a fall night or a crackling WoodWick candle is a relaxing constant among our busy and hectic world. It's nice to just disconnect, feel grounded and happy in your own little cozy space. Feeling calm and collected and at peace. Something that fewer people take the time to do these days. I am seeking a woman around my age or older to build a close connection with that could possibly lead to a something intimate which includes the possibility of teasing/sharing pics etc. but only when we were comfortable. Figured I would be open in my Intentions as that's the best way to be. You: Kind, respectful, and easy going. Comfortable with the idea of eventually sharing intimate things together. Willing to eventually move off of Reddit. Want something genuine and fun! Are honest in your intentions and a good person to be around! That's about it, we will get along great I know it. I've been feeling a little bummed out lately. I always try and stay happy and see the best in things. But.. I've just been so alone. Most of my whole childhood and adult years have been spent feeling lonely. I grew up surrounded by cornfields which was peaceful but also has a lonely aspect to it. My family never really were close and never did anything as a family really. And part of it too is the fact that I never had any neighbors my age to interact with. But aside from that, my adult life has been very lonely. I'm just always by myself. I barely have any meaningful adult relationships or experiences, or even any friends. I work a 3-11 job in building maintenance at my company world headquarters building which I love, but again it's very lonely. I work the off shift so the building is always empty. I don't get normal social interaction with people my age or a chance to build relationships. I only have 3 older men as co-workers and we are mostly in the basement away from any people on the floors from knowing our existence. I always walk the floors and see office people laughing and chatting with their coworkers and I just don't have that kind of experience. And just.. no one knows I exist really. Everyone probably assumes I have a lot of friends, but I'm struggling inside with being so alone and trying to meet people and get past the "hi how are you?" "I'm good thanks" stage. Most people don't seem to want to talk beyond that. And most women are already in relationships and thus it would seem weird to approach them in an office setting trying to get to know them deeper. But man those "hi how are yous" are the only real interactions I get during my day.. so thus I decided to come here lol. Rant over, sorry! I promise I'm not a downer. 😅 Now for some things about me! As you can tell, I am very mature for my age and am polite and have good grammar which unfortunately not everyone my age does anymore lol. I am not active at all on social media/internet culture really and don't know much about all the slang the younger people these days use. I feel like I'm 50. 🤣 I am left handed which is pretty cool. I'm not much of a party person or a drinker, I much prefer a quiet night at home and maybe a beer or two on a weekend but that's about it. I am simple and stay out of drama and trouble and don't get much into politics or other things that cause drama with people. I much prefer a relaxing campfire and a night at home and to just let the world keep on turning haha. I consider myself pretty intelligent and mature, especially for my age which is why I'm open to older ladies. Physically I'm 180 pounds, have brown hair, green eyes, and a typical build. There's a few pictures on my profile. Some of my hobbies are: • Photography I have a Nikon D200 and D5500 that I love to shoot with. I love nature scenes, abstract, black and white/goth kinda photography, sunsets, etc. it's so fun to just let your mind explore. It's not about what camera you have, but those who are behind the camera! • Cooking and baking I loveeee to cook and bake! I enjoy making various meals but also love to just have a frozen pizza once in awhile or something like that. I recently made homemade chili which turned out great. I love to bake, especially in the fall! I love pies, cakes, pastries, cookies, etc. I restored a vintage KitchenAid mixer that needed tbe gearbox rebuilt. Eventually I would love to practice home canning my own food. • Music Oh my gosh, I like so much!! Alternative rock, punk, post punk, electronic, synth pop, psychedelic rock, hard rock, etc. I am very non judgemental and open when it comes to music. My three current favorite bands are Type O Negative, Joy Division, and the Cure. • Nature walks and camping I really enjoy camping, making fires, and relaxing by a campfire. I love to take walks outside and just enjoy the beauty and simplicity of nature. It's wonderful, especially in a world so focused on everything digital. • Repairing things I'm a maintenance guy and one of my hobbies is electronics repair so I am good with my hands and just all around good at troubleshooting and fixing all sorts of things around the house. Last week I helped my elderly neighbor get his tractor started, it needed a new component in the starting circuit. So I'm pretty handy which... Comes in handy! 😂 • Autumn 🍁 This isn't a hobby per say, but man do I love the fall!!! It's my absolute favorite time of the year. Oh my gosh. The beautiful colors, crisp cool air, misty and foggy days, rain, lack of bugs, being cuddled up with a candle or by the fire drinking a tea, etc. I love it! There's only two seasons for me. Fall, and waiting for fall! Haha. • Old houses and architecture I love old houses! Especially 1900s and Victorian era homes. Old homes have so much character to them and are just so beautiful from a time when people took pride in their craft. I strongly dislike the modern cookie cutter cheap construction of homes today. I would love to live in an old home one day. I also love their architecture and uniqueness, as well as architecture of old cathedrals and other buildings. • Scented Candles and incense Going along with my love for fall, I absolutely love candles! I have like 30 something lol. 😂 Currently my favorite are WoodWick, which are owned by Yankee candle. They have such a soothing crackle and the scents are great! I also love to burn incense from time to time as well. I have cottagecore hippie vibes. • Relaxing Basic I know, but sometimes on the weekend I just love to get cozy in bed and relax and put on a YouTube video or an album! 😊 That's about it for me, I'm a pretty laid back and simple person. My ideal person is someone who is respectful and honest! I am very straightforward and open minded and would hope that you are as well. If I seem interesting to you at all I would love to hear from you! Thank you so much for reading.
2024.05.08 02:08 Slow_Frame_515I had the misfortune of surviving a suicide attempt
I couldn’t even do that correctly. I was caught after I had cut one arm and was in the process of doing the other. No one was supposed to be home for another 4 hours. So I had to go through the whole 211 crisis bullshit and the ambulance was called. It was so fucking awkward and I just wanted to be left alone. and the therapy thing which I have stopped attending all together cause it’s bullshit. And my parents found out about my activity in the incel community and they were mad at me. So now I’m just bored and lonely and I wish no one came home that day cause this is so fucking stupid
2024.05.08 02:05 Prior_Fox995Optik TV lacks security - Just hire me to fix it
Hello, I appreciate your understanding as I share my observations. Over the past few years, I’ve been exploring and experimenting with DRM solutions, including Widevine. During this process, I’ve noticed that Telus Optik TV’s security measures, particularly in terms of content protection, fall short when compared to its competitors, both on their streaming platforms and set-top boxes. The encryption provided by Widevine DRM is relatively easy to bypass. Moreover, Telus seems to overlook the implementation of fundamental content protection strategies such as geo-restrictions, user authentication, and hotlink protections. To cut a long story short, I found myself delving deeper into this issue than initially intended, and have decided to share a condensed version of my findings. This was back around 2020, when Telus was running the On-The-Go TV Platform: Channel: TSN 1 URL: https://lott-browser.tlxa.telus.net/sdash/LIVE$232006004130/index.mpd/Manifest?start=LIVE&end=END&device=live_dash_cenc_hd DRM KEY: ad4f91dbb3fa631b4f7d4e5fff4cf53d Note: No longer works, hence me posting this information. This is from last year, with the introduction of the new Telus TV+ Platform: Channel: CBC News Network URL: https://lott4-web-opus.cdn.avp.telus.net/232006004057/vxfmt=dp/manifest.mpd?device_profile=dashvmx DRM KEY: 5aa081f2c2d68b65b0f7f2fa0a9ecc67 DRM KEY ID: 1419d6801dd211b28054024152444953 Note: No longer works, hence me posting this information. This is from the past few months, after noticing that some channel DRM Keys/IDs had changed: Channel: CBC News Network URL: https://lott4-web-opus.cdn.avp.telus.net/232006004057/vxfmt=dp/manifest.mpd?device_profile=dashvmx DRM KEY: 8ff8070405f6e******953d5889a7b66 DRM KEY ID: 11111111111111118111000000000000 Note: DRM key partially redacted as this is the current information. Some channel DRM Keys/IDs have not changed since my initial findings with the new platform: Channel: TSN 1 URL: https://lott-web-opus.cdn.avp.telus.net/232006004130/vxfmt=dp/manifest.mpd?device_profile=dashvmx DRM KEY: 07d41084b2293******3bfd1dff6f7a6 DRM KEY ID: 1419d6801dd211b28054024152444953 Note: DRM key partially redacted as this is the current information. My research has led to the successful decryption of the DRM encryption implemented by Telus. I have developed several strategies that could effectively deter unauthorized access to channels and VOD. I am confident that my specialized knowledge could significantly assist Telus in mitigating these security risks. Even if Telus decides not to incorporate my expertise, I believe it is imperative for someone within the organization to acknowledge and address these issues. These security vulnerabilities are not only causing considerable financial losses but also leading to an escalation in service prices for consumers due to several factors, related to piracy. I appreciate your time in reading this post. If you are associated with Telus and are interested in discussing my findings further, please feel free to DM me. I look forward to collaborate with Telus and am open to discussing these matters in an interview or meeting. Thank you.
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2024.05.08 02:01 valentine-girlLet’s talk about Church life, post Boy Scouts of America….
Anybody remember how we were promised, as parents of youth, that the church had plans to cut ties with the Boy Scouts, and replace it with an EQUALLY beneficial program for our boys, that maintained the ability to create values in our boys, would encourage goal oriented opportunities to better oneself, provide outdoor excursions, and opportunities for service projects, but ALSO…an emphasis on personal spiritual betterment? (This is not a post on the nightmare that was the Boy Scouts and the church, that is a whole other topic, but more-so about considering, in all honesty, what has the church leaders actually replaced it with) It’s been how long since we separated ourselves from the B.S.o.A? And we somehow are still waiting for a replacement program of equal, if not greater, value. The program of four areas of goal setting, that they created for the youth(and primary) is in my opinion, never going to be an acceptable replacement for what our youth ACTUALLY need. Setting 4 goals will not keep our youth engaged. They are easily distracted, and require way higher maintenance and direction than that. Plus, because there is no significant organized program, the local leaders are left to having to come up with their own creative ideas on what that week’s mutual activities will be and is a never ending responsibility. Not an easy task week after week. What’s even worse, is that the Young Women’s Personal Progress program was an unfortunate causality of that severing with Boy Scouts. That was taken away from them with no valid explanation for doing so. Nothing of real substance has replaced the program, no medallions to celebrate accomplishments, nothing concrete to work towards week after week, to achieve. The worst of all is they took our young women’s names…and replaced it with no names, just class 1,2, & 3. Most women already struggle enough to feel equally valued in the church, and this just solidifies that fear of feeling less-than, but now at even a younger age. I am concerned for the future for our children, my kids get very little from youth activities, they complain it’s boring, and they don’t see the point of it. If the general authorities truly believe our children are important to future of the church(which believe they do), is that not a topic in the forefront of their conversations and therefore should be a topic expressed often in talks at Conference? Why is the youth’s budding testimonies and the support of that growth, not at the forefront of communications from the church leaders, and showing that care, by having a significant, well-thought out, organized program created to enable our sons, and daughters, in their personal spiritual growth? Basically, what I am saying is, we parents are struggling…at least I am.
2024.05.08 01:58 Strange_Dragonfly_67Petechiae?? 1 year old
1 year old, male, no previous health concerns. I noticed today he has what I am assuming is petechiae as they do not blanch, on the front of his neck. On the sides it would be easy to assume it was from his carseat straps but a little odd on the front. He’s a completely active, normal, happy child. Runs around like crazy and acts completely himself. Just wondering if this is something I should be concerned about? Pic in comment thank you
2024.05.08 01:57 Familiar_Somewhere95A little bored in the offseason but the wizards got a steal in Tristan Vukcevic
He processes really fast, some of his passes like the behind the back one to the wing was eye opening. He'd just pull things out of nowhere and guys like Channing frye and gooden would be surprised by the things he'd show. His shooting.. HE was getting around 15 points consistently really easily without any time to settle. Off shots, off cuts.. This output is around where Vic and Chet were offensively. He'd just score an easy 15 or 17. On team dynamics his shooting helps. He's also long enough to play C. He and PBJr as a 4/5 tandem with them being able to switch, defend the middle and shoot did really well. I looked up the numbers on cleaning the glass as well. Its legit. Spacing and interior defense when together. I'm thinking of his comps. I guess he said Kaminsky and Porzingis.. but I see also Markannen lite but I'm having a hard time thinking of other comps and not being lazy and thinking of only white guys. But he's hard to comp. Either way, excited about him.
HOW WILL YOU SLEEP, BECAUSE YOU MUST YOUR CHOICES: HAMMOCK OR TENT
child1
Hammocks
Hammock systems are light and easy to carry, no poles. But when its all set up, it is little more than a place to lay. Its not its own closed of structure. Most of your warmth will come from your sleeping bag.
child2
Tents
The tried and true classic of camping, the tent. It feels more homey, and the space inside insulates itself of your body heat making a nice warm place to sit, have a few friends over and maybe play cards.
HOW WILL YOU SLEEP, BECAUSE YOU MUST YOUR CHOICES: HAMMOCK OR TENT
child1
Hammocks
Hammock systems are light and easy to carry, no poles. But when its all set up, it is little more than a place to lay. Its not its own closed of structure. Most of your warmth will come from your sleeping bag.
child2
Tents
The tried and true classic of camping, the tent. It feels more homey, and the space inside insulates itself of your body heat making a nice warm place to sit, have a few friends over and maybe play cards.
2024.05.08 01:56 cgstoriesThe Devil's Bow and Strings (Ch. 8 Final)
First Chapter Previous Chapter Mrs. Vilonte stood alone in the bathroom. In her hands, she cradled the urn containing her husband's ashes. The weight of it was surprisingly light, almost inconsequential, like the flutter of a moth's wing against her palm. There was a tinge of sadness that grazed her heart. She had spent years by his side, experiencing the highs and lows of marriage. And now he was dead. The memorial service had been sparsely attended, with only a handful offering their condolences. One photographer seemed overly eager to capture a shot of the grieving widow shedding a tear. But Mrs. Vilonte despised tears—seeing them, feeling them trickle down her face. The moment she felt her eyes sting and tears threatening to spill, she brushed them away before they had a chance to fall. Now, the house was quiet. But mixed with that lingering sadness was a sense of relief, a subtle liberation that whispered to her from the shadows. He had betrayed her. His infidelity had cut deep. She unscrewed the lid of the urn. The ashes inside seemed to shimmer in the faint light. Without hesitation, she emptied the contents into the toilet bowl and pulled the lever, watching as they spiraled downwards, swallowed by the rushing water. XXXXXX She once cherished two joys during her drives to Gabrielle's violin lessons. One was soaking in the serene landscape while indulging in her beloved soft jazz on the radio. The other was the comforting presence of her daughter beside her in the front passenger seat. Now, she glanced at the vacant seat, and a wave of melancholy washed over her. Shaking off the emotion, she turned her attention back to the road, gripping the wheel tighter as she accelerated. After a stretch of driving, she eventually arrived at the mansion. She had often wondered how the maestro accumulated such immense wealth. However, after meeting his benefactor and experiencing the allure of that wealth herself, she began to understand the price he had paid–the soul. Was striking a deal with such a malevolent entity truly worth it? This question haunted her thoughts daily, and still, she had no definitive answer. The allure of luxury was intoxicating like the addictive sweetness of sugar. The more she indulged in it, the stronger her craving became, leaving her caught in a cycle of desire and uncertainty. The mansion was as elegant and grand as she remembered. In the front yard, a splendid water fountain glistened under the sunlight. Surrounding the mansion was a manicured garden bloomed with vibrant colors and lush foliage. Before stepping out of the car, she pulled a handgun from the glove compartment and carefully concealed it in her purse. Today was the day she planned to confront him, intent on demanding him to undo the unfortunate turn her life had taken. The front door was unlocked and it swung open effortlessly as she entered. It slammed shut behind her without her even touching it, and there was no wind to explain it. “Ah, Mrs. Vilonte,” a familiar male voice greeted warmly, “It's been far too long since our last meeting. You look lovely as ever!” She looked up to see the young Salerno, leaning casually against the railing at the top of the split staircase. His smirking face drew a scowl from her. She resented his mocking compliment about her looking “lovely as ever.” She wore the same black dress she'd worn since her husband's memorial, now creased from sleep and carrying a faint scent of dried scotch. “You've had your fun, Salerno,” she retorted, her voice tinged with restrained anger. "I shouldn't have broken our agreement, and I've learned my lesson.” “Have you?” “Yes, and I assure you, it won't happen again.” “So, what can I do for you?” “I want my life back.” Salerno's face was solemn, shrouded in silence. Unexpectedly, he erupted into mocking laughter. “That's not the nature of consequences, my dear,” he remarked. “You must live with what you've done. Forgiveness is not in my nature. “You've stripped me of my wealth–” “It wasn't yours to begin with.” “I have nothing left!” “Oh, that isn't completely true. You still have your family.” “You've torn my family apart! My husband is gone, my son imprisoned and now my daughter, too! You've taken her from me.” “But soon you'll be reunited.” “What do you mean?” He motioned for her to ascend the stairs. “You've arrived just in time to witness something miraculous. Something beautiful!” Confusion clouded Mrs. Vilonte's face until she heard an agonized moan coming from an upstairs room, followed by a cry she knew all too well. “Gabrielle,” she gasped. Salerno nodded. “You're about to be a grandmother to another child.” The haunting images from the field of mirrors flooded back. The abomination—a monstrous entity—was on the brink of entering their world, and who knew what kind of hell it would bring. Suddenly, a powerful force propelled her towards the stairs, her movements no longer under her control. Before she knew it, she stood face to face with Salerno on the top landing. His grin exposed jagged, menacing teeth, and his eyes were pools of darkness. With talon-like fingers, he grasped her shoulders, their sharp points piercing her skin. He led her into the master bedroom, where Gabrielle lay in a fitful sleep on a queen-size bed, her movements restless. Her eyes were closed, and sweat had matted her hair to her head. Beside her sat Victoria, whose skin showed signs of decay, and she moved with a robotic, disjointed motion as she wiped the sweat from Gabrielle's face with a cloth. When Victoria moved aside, Mrs. Vilonte shivered, finding herself staring into Victoria's empty, hollow eye sockets. Salerno leaned in close to her ear, his voice a low whisper as he said, “My children are everywhere, and this newborn will join them, serving me in this world. You should feel honored to be part of something extraordinary, something greater than yourself.” Slipping free from his hold, she quickly made her way to her daughter's bedside, sweeping aside stray locks from her face. The moment her fingers made contact with her skin, Gabrielle began to calm down. “Gabby, it's Mom,” she whispered gently, a wave of relief washing over her as her daughter's eyes fluttered open in response. “Did you enjoy the concert, Mom?” Gabrielle asked, faintly. “Well, it was an unforgettable performance, that's for sure.” “Didn’t I do a phenomenal job?” “Let's talk about it when we get home.” “Home?” “Yes, you're coming home with me now.” “I can't... the baby is going to arrive soon,” Gabrielle gasped, her voice strained with pain. "It hurts too much to move.” “You’ll have to endure it! We need to get out of here!” Mrs. Vilonte tossed aside the blanket and firmly grasped her arm, pulling her out of the bed. Gabrielle staggered and lost her footing, sliding down onto the floor. She reached for the edge of the bed, trying to soften her sudden fall. “Run, run, but wherever you hide,” Salerno sang, “you'll never escape this hell.” Mrs. Vilonte quickly drew the handgun from her purse, aiming it at him as he approached. Her eyes darted between Salerno and Victoria, the gun wavering between the two. “Stay back! Just let us go.” Salerno chuckled. “Mrs. Vilonte, really now? Violence won't solve your problems.” A deafening bang echoed through the room. He staggered back, pressing a hand to his belly as blood began to seep through his white shirt. His mouth opened, releasing a plume of black smoke that coalesced into the silhouette of a large goat standing upright on its hind legs. The creature glared at her with red eyes before the smoke dissipated. Then, as if the inevitable march of age had finally caught up to him within seconds, his vitality began to wane. His once smooth skin transformed into a web of wrinkles. His dark eyes dimmed, replaced by a cloudy haze. His jet-black hair turned a shocking shade of white, contrasting starkly with the pallor of his skin. His cheeks began to sink. Salerno, aged and frail, sank to the floor, his hand stubbornly pressed against his wound as if hoping to halt the flow of blood. “Run, run, but wherever you hide, you'll never escape this hell.” Mrs. Vilonte seized her daughter's arm, hauling her upright, all the while keeping the gun trained between Salerno and Victoria. Victoria lay collapsed on the floor, reduced to a heap of decomposed skin devoid of bones and muscle. A deep rumble echoed through the room, causing it to tremble and sway. Cracks snaked across the walls, paint peeling away in tattered sheets. Twisting, blood-red vines crept from the fractures, weaving their way across walls and ceiling. Acting quickly, Mrs. Vilonte seized Gabrielle, who had collapsed to the floor, teeth clenched in pain from another surge of agony. She pulled her up by the arm, forcing her to her feet and pushing her towards the door. The mansion, once a symbol of pride when she'd taken her daughter for the maestro’s lessons, was transforming into a nightmarish scene. Blood oozed from the decaying walls, while a noxious sulfuric odor filled the air, nearly suffocating Mrs. Vilonte and making each breath a struggle. She didn't pause for rest or allow Gabrielle a moment to catch her breath until they were safely out of the house and speeding away in the car, putting as much distance as possible between them and the area. “Mom, stop the car,” Gabrielle groaned in pain from the back seat. “Hold on tight, honey. We'll go to the nearest hospital.” “I can't wait anymore!” “It won't be long. Twenty minutes.” “I can feel the baby wanting to come out.” Mrs. Vilonte looked up at the rearview mirror, where she saw Gabrielle's sweaty face scrunched up in pain, gripping her rounded belly with both hands. “I know this isn’t easy,” she said, “but you need to hold out a little longer. We'll be at the hospital very soon.” “STOP THE CAR!” The car came to a sudden stop, jolting Mrs. Vilonte forward and almost throwing Gabrielle off from her seat. “The baby is coming! Mom, help me!” Gabrielle cried. “The baby…” Mrs. Vilonte couldn't shake the thought that this creature couldn't possibly be human. The horrifying acts that it could be capable of frightened her, and the idea that it shared a bloodline with her sickened her even more. Her hand moved to the handgun resting on the passenger seat beside her, considering the one extreme solution she could think of for such an unusual situation. It wasn't ideal, but she saw no other option. She took hold of the gun and stepped out of the car, approaching the rear passenger side. Opening the door, she found her daughter propped on her elbows, lifting her dress to reveal the widening canal. Gabrielle let out a menacing growl as she pushed. Mrs. Vilonte crouched to inspect closer, and instantly felt the unsettling, malevolent presence. The entity seemed to be trying to claw its way out from the depths of the abyss. It inched towards the light, its growls growing louder like a ravenous animal. As Gabrielle pushed further, its red, snouted face broke through, its eyes snapping open to lock onto hers with an intense, black-eyed glare. Startled, she stumbled back, her hands grasping for the handgun that had slipped from her trembling fingers. As she aimed at the creature before her, an unseen force encircled her hands. She fought to maintain control, but the force twisted the weapon, redirecting it towards her. Suddenly, she found herself staring down the barrel of her gun. The trees came alive with a flurry of motion as a group of birds took flight, their wings beating frantically against the sky. The once-quiet canopy echoed with the sound of panicked chirps and the movement of feathers, as the startled birds scattered in all directions, seeking refuge from the sudden disturbance caused by a blast. XXXXX In the forest of another realm, beyond the physical world, her skin melded seamlessly with the tree's bark, as vines snaked their way around her, ensnaring her limbs. Fungi blossomed from her mouth, rendering her voiceless as her tongue was entwined. The goat-like creature approached her, brandishing a small mirror, coercing her to confront her distorted reflection. Little remained of her once recognizable features. Worms and roaches had taken residence in the hollow cavity where her nose and right eye had been. With her one remaining eye, she gazed into the mirror, waves of anguish coursing through her being as she beheld the grim reflection of what she had transformed into. Then, as her ghastly reflection faded, a young man with dark hair and eyes as deep as coal materialized, wearing a black suit, standing with poise on a stage, holding up a violin. Upon closer look, she realized it to be the very violin Gabrielle had once owned. “Behold what my child has become,” the entity proclaimed. “Are you not as proud of him as I am?” XXXXX A bright light beamed down on the young man standing center stage, his violin poised in his hands. His fingers glided over the strings, and with each passing note, the audience, their eyes fixed on him, was drawn deeper into his spell. It wrapped around the listeners' hearts and pulled them into a trance-like state. And as the last notes hung in the air, the audience were suspended in silence and left breathless. Then, they leaped to their feet in thunderous applause. With a twisted smile, he relished the adulation. He knew he had sway over them, puppet master of their actions. He could simply issue a command, and they would eagerly comply, ready to enact his darkest fantasies. He imagined directing his willing servants to get up on the roof of a towering building and leap into the abyss below, willingly offering themselves as sacrifices. He envisioned chaos unleashed upon the streets, cars overturned, windows shattered, and buildings engulfed in flames. All at his behest. The world lay at his fingertips, ripe for manipulation and destruction, as he thought about the countless ways he could bring about humanity’s demise. After his final bow, the young man turned to face the audience, expressing heartfelt thanks for their attendance, eliciting both laughter and warm affection from the crowd. But, amidst the resounding applause, one figure remained still in the front row, confined to a wheelchair. He stared straight at her face which was hidden behind a thin black veil. Though her body remained motionless in the chair, incapable of even the slightest movement, her one good eye was very much alive, fully engaged with her surroundings. And there was something else in her gaze. He could sense it from the stage, and it made him chuckle. It was an aroma he found intoxicating – the unmistakable stench of fear, seeping from every pore like primal pheromones. The audience clamored for an encore, yearning to satisfy their insatiable thirst for more music. Their fervent cries echoed through tears. Lifting his violin once more, he hushed the audience with a single motion. The moment the red bow touched the strings, pandemonium broke loose. The spectators lost all self-control, leaping from their seats, clutching their heads, and tearing at their hair in a wild frenzy. They were completely entranced, surrendered to the power of the music. As his crescendo intensified, a raging fire surged within them, mirrored by the frantic speed of his fingers on the strings. With each chord, they tore at their garments, sinking nails and teeth into one another's flesh. Chaos exploded, mingling with the scent of blood and the sound of rending flesh. Mrs. Vilonte remained seated in her wheelchair, an impassive observer amidst the chaos, her voice silenced, her limbs still. She bore witness to the madness, her mind ensnared within its chaos, forever lost to its depths.
2024.05.08 01:55 MoogleMedraut[FC] [Primal] [Ultros] Resurrecting our easy-going FC for events, fun, & community!
THE SHORT OF IT
We're The Midnight Theatre Co. - a free company of originally friends that has gone into a bit of a hibernation as people moved on from FFXIV. Wanting to resurrect it with new people to have some fun while exploring everything the game has to offer. Eventually we're looking to run events, help people through content of all levels, and just socialize. Everyone is welcome, LGBTQIA+ friendly. Xbox sprouts, we'd love to help you explore Eorzea!
THE LONG OF IT
Our philosophy for the FC - Be an easy-going, inclusive, and accepting group of people to explore the world of Hydaelyn with. Regardless of skill-level, experience, or play-time, everyone is welcome! Our goals for the FC - As we strive to re-build our FC, there are a number of things we want to accomplish with The Midnight Theatre Co. To create a close-knit FC that prioritizes community and everyone's personal experience over building an FC of sheer numbers. We don't want people to feel like they're just a name on a members list, or that they don't really know anyone in the FC. We want to create an FC of people who feel connected and have a sense of camaraderie. To eventually run events and other fun things to unwind. Once we get our numbers back up, we're intending to run events and other activities (clearing old content, relic grinding, etc.) We're also very open to suggestions or FC members running their own! To mentor and learn from each other. We have players of all skill levels, including those that do high-level content like savage raids and criterion dungeons. We'd love to create a safe space for people to learn certain fights, high-level content, or anything else that FC members are interested in learning to take on. I've also started working on videos for Youtube about FFXIV and would love to involve FC members if interested! Join us if - You're looking for a sense of community in FFXIV, are interested in helping shape an FC, and/or are interested in making some fun and interesting stories in FFXIV. Feel free to reach out to me on Reddit, DM on on Discord (medrautoaks) or comment on our Community Finder listing - https://na.finalfantasyxiv.com/lodestone/community_findea9386a9c8213d3419bf5e96620f79fcfab5bc058/
HOW WILL YOU SLEEP, BECAUSE YOU MUST YOUR CHOICES: HAMMOCK OR TENT
child1
Hammocks
Hammock systems are light and easy to carry, no poles. But when its all set up, it is little more than a place to lay. Its not its own closed of structure. Most of your warmth will come from your sleeping bag.
child2
Tents
The tried and true classic of camping, the tent. It feels more homey, and the space inside insulates itself of your body heat making a nice warm place to sit, have a few friends over and maybe play cards.
2024.05.08 01:51 StaffchiefI just need to vent for a minute and maybe see what you guys think
I need feedback maybe? Or maybe just to vent? Some back story that may or may not be relevant: I’m a merchant Mariner and a senior officer on a ship. For literally half my life, I tell people what to do. There’s no argument, they just do it. But the other half of my life when I’m home and not on my ship I’m basically a SAHD. My wife works (sort of) full time so I’m with our 3 1/4 yr old daughter. I try very hard to be fun and easy going with her but sometimes it’s hard: toddlers are, well, toddlers and I can get impatient. I’m also super stressed right now mostly because of money, but I also haven’t been feeling great lately. Today was a day where I snapped at her in the morning in trying to keep her from killing herself on her tricycle. I was definitely an asshole to her but at the time I justified it in ensuring she didn’t get hurt. I felt bad afterwards but figured “ok, that wasn’t great so we move on and do better next time”. But we had a good rest of the day and I figured we were over it. Tonight before bed the three of us (mom too) were on the floor while 3yo did a puzzle. Again, 3yo is being “toddlery” so my wife needed a minute so she wouldn’t say something she’d regret so she walked out of the room. My daughter immediately lost it (crying “mom needs a minute!”) but I managed to comfort her and get her back to the puzzle and settled down. So here’s what actually has me posting here: A few minutes after my wife comes back and sits down, my daughter says, out of the blue, “I don’t think Dad loves me very much.” Probably not helping myself, I immediately said (more forcefully than I meant) “That is not true.” And I asked her what made her say that or where she heard it. Her response: “I don’t know”. Regardless, within seconds I was practically in tears. I told her repeatedly that I loved her very much and I was sorry if I made her think I didn’t. Am I reading too much into this? After all, this is the same kid who says that the fan is the bed’s cousin and it got a paper cut from watching tv. But it was just such a soul crushing thing to hear her say, especially when I know I’m not the world’s best father (though I am trying - lots of childhood baggage that isn’t important now). So am I crazy to be this upset and should I just ignore it as weird stuff that kids say? Or am I truly that much of an asshole that my daughter thinks I don’t love her? Sorry for the length of this.
2024.05.08 01:47 manicpixieloverLego Fortnite Star Wars Event
There are some good portions of the update, but for the most part, I think it is just another money grab by Epic, with little to no extra content worthy of extreme praise. I like the new Star Wars set builds, the presence of storm troopers, rebel fighters, and random NPC's however... -The enemy NPC's in the caves are too easy, and too few, and the fact that they do not respawn without working the system (not completing the cave), it's a one and done area. -On many servers (including the one I am on, almost all of the imperial and rebel camps outside the caves, are vacant, so I don't understand the point. -The presence of imperial troops and rebels troops is scarce outside of the caves, and offer no real challenge or reason to kill them aside from building mats, the blaster rifles are nice touch, but most of the people I know or play with, refuse to use them -The star destroyer crash site, is void of any presence of imperial or rebel NPC's so, aside from saying you visited, seems to be a waste (and the fire seen from the other side of the map is a bit too dramatic, as there is very small fires of you actually visit) -The Star Wars area attached to the map is basically a zone with ancreased amount of wolves and Brutes. -After helping rebuild the rebel base, it really serves no purpose aside from being an occupied landmark. Nobody ever really goes and fights or investigates the Imperials activities like the Captain implies -On average, it takes an 1.5hrs to complete all the caves and setup the rebel camp, making the remaining purpose of the new area the same as the normal area, farming. -Quests are not shared in a way that everyone gets equal rewards (only the person who starts the event gets the free lightsaber) -Unless you pay for star wars Legos skins, there are no well known NPC's present, so for people who like to remanince on favorite characters from lore, you'll probably be disappointed. Then again, have about 70 more days for the pass, there comes ld be overtime additions to the update area, quests, activities, increased imperial/rebel activity, enemy respawns in caves etc. P.S. Epic really missed the opportunity to replace the Brutes in the Star Wars area with Rancors...
2024.05.08 01:46 DrinkDisastrous6581My girlfriend ’20F’ doesnt value my ’20M’ feelings and makes me feel like I am always the one to blame, what should I do?
Ok so, this is gonna be very long but very interesting, I REALLY need a outside opinion on this because I am going crazy, but me and my girlfriend have been together for a bit over a year now, we are currently doing distance but was in the same country for half of the relationship, I am moving down to her country in june and is leaving everything behind such as friends family my home my pretty much everything, because I would do anything for her. Every month, I fly down to her country bc we literally hate distance and because I have the possibility to do so:). But it’s not the easiest thing to do for me, and I have had minor panic attacks ab the fact that I will move to a diff country. I am usually not the type that expresses my feelings, but I decided to tell her ab that, I told her that moving to a different country is not as easy for me as it is for her and that it’s hard for me to leave everything I have there. Immediatelly when I said that she said in a jokingly tone like ”awwww are u gonna miss ur mommy and ur friends so cute little baby”(yes we usually baby eachother) and usually this would be ok for me, but when I talk ab my feelings I hate to feel minimized because I put myself in a vulnorable place. And I told her I’m being serious and that she is being rude bc I’m expressing my feelings, and she yet again didnt take me seriously. The day after that we fell into another argument where she wanted me to stay a extra day (my flight was that evening) because she had gotten sick, I said that one day wont change you being sick, she said that she really wanted me to stay and could pay for the plane ticket, I mentioned that I had an important school group project coming up in 4 days and I really wanted to be there in place for the group. And I also had plans on going out w my friends to celebrate a tradition that our country has every year. Yet she still begged me to stay and blamed me for basically not putting in enough effort as she does, and I said, if you give a good enough reason for me to stay one extra day I will stay, she kept going on how she would stay for me even if she had something important and she kept going and saying things like so you prioritize other things over me, I mentioned that sometimes I have other things that I want to prioritize, but that it doesnt mean that I dont appreciate her or that I dont love her, I just want to do things w my friends and experience my country as much as I can until I move away from there, which is very reasonable in my head, I decided to bring up when when she didnt take me seriously before when I was expressing my feelings towards her, and I said that it hurt me really bad and felt like she didnt even try to understand my feelings, she said she did and that she thought I said it as a joke, but me telling her my feelings no matter the discussion before that doesnt give her the right to make fun of me even if she thought it was a joke. I mentioned that and said that recently it has felt like she focuses on my mistakes more than the love and aporeciation I actually give, I said that I feel like I’m not good enough, and that whenever I hurt her, I have never intended to hurt her, her reasons arent seen as a good enough reason from my perspective and therefore I cant predict it, for example, this night I was playing a game w my brother, I was at home and she was in her country, I was queueing up for a tournament that would last around 30 min. But I didnt realize that usually around this time is when my gf goes to bed, and bc we are doing distance we always tell long goodnight paragraphs (dont judge us) She texted while I was mid game, I answered as soon as I could and said that I am so extremely sorry for being in a game and explained that I forgot the time and said that I would send her a voice message of me saying goodnight, but she got mad at me, because I didnt close the game and write my goodnight paragraph to her, that I assumely ”choose the game over her” and that I ”take her for granted”. I didnt think me forgetting the time playing a game around her bedtime could connect to me taking her for granted? Taking her saying goodnight for granted, and atp, I lost it, I left her a voice message of me saying goodnight and I tried to explain to her that I didnt mean to and that I wont leave the game because I was just having fun playing a game w my brother and didnt want to leave it bc I had to say goodnight to my gf. Like, am I crazy..? Am I rude? Am I bad for not wanting to quit something I found fun because she wants me too? I am just so tired, so tired of always having to take the blame, tired of putting my feelings aside so I can focus on hers, it feels like its the only solution to actually fixing the problem. I have to force myself into thinking I am 100% to blame and that I am always in the wrong. Matter of fact, I’ve never heard her truly apologize to me for something. That should say enough. I love her, with my whole heart and soul, but it just makes me so sad because she overweighs the small and bad things over the big and good things. I said that exact sentence to her and then I had a panic attack and had to go into the bathroom. That panic attack was all my feelings that I’ve had to hide away so I could solve her problem w me. I reached the limit. And I understand her, I understand that she gets hurt from things I do even if I never intended to hurt her. But I just don’t understand why she gets so hurt if I never actually intend to hurt her? The things that hurt her a lot and became big arguments would be; me playing a game during our nightly goodnight writing and not wanting to quit the game, me not reminding her to take one of my hoodies bc I jokingly said ”I didnt remind u bc I wanted to keep it” Me sometimes replying slow to her messages because I’ve done other things (which I’ve improved on) Me forgetting to put in groceries in the fridge / putting clothes on the dryer / doing the dishes bc I was focused on work or school (I have a thing called hyper focus where if I’m very focused on something I tend to ignore / tune out everything else) If I want to watch or do something that she doesnt want to do (she says that she prioritizes me more than I prioritize her) And many more, some of these, can be things that would be rude, and I agree on that, but when I’m telling her and you that I literally dont intend to ever hurt her I mean it. Our previous lives before we met eachother are very different, I am a very social person, want to always do something and often prioritize things that I want to do, and in my whole life, it’s always been like that, I’ve always been able to have the freedom of doing whatever I want. Her previous life before me has been different, she is more of an introvert person, but she is still social, she has a small circle of friends and usually dont go out, she usually stays inside, does her homework for school etc. She doesnt have a lot going on compared to me, and thats completely ok. My life usually looks like this, I game sometimes, usually w my brother and a couple of friends, I go to the gym, go out around 1-2 times per week w friends, and go to school and sometimes I do freelance work. My theory is that we have had very different lives, and therefore, we have different values, opinions and feelings. By this I mean that, she has more time and more willpower to prioritize me because she doesnt have a lot of stuff going on in her daily life, while I always seek for something to do, distractions. And I have always been free of doing that, but now I have come to realize, that me wanting to do other stuff I usually do, is limited due to her wanting me to always prioritize her. And I am not saying that I dont prioritize her, she’s the love of my life, but I WANT to be able to prioritize other things without it becoming a problem. It feels like sometimes my wings are cut off. And she is prioritizing me more than I am prioritizing her, but me trying my best without limiting my freedom of doing what I want, should be enough? I dont want to feel like she is limiting me or that she is controlling me, but it kinda feels like that, and tonight, I had enough and told her pretty much all of this, we came to the solution that, there is no solution… and I said, maybe this is how a relationship is supposed to be, nothing can be perfect and we are both two very different people with different values, feelings and thoughts. She said idk atp im too tired (it was very late for her and she had been sick this whole week) and now I am writing this, because I genuienly NEED to hear if I am just crazy, because I feel like recently my feelings have been ignored. I need answers to this, I need perspective. I might have also missed some points from her perspective and would like to put a input in our relationship, I’m bringing them up here if you want to read: she has problems w her thyroid which basically means her hormones are fucked up, which is why she is scared of getting sick, this has caused her to get extreme anxiety. She doesnt like men (valid), except me <3 and we normally have a very healthy and happy relationship and I’ve never ever felt so much love for one person in my entire life, I would do anything for her. Everyone sees us as the perfect couple. Im usually very tolerant w my feelings, dont have any fears (except like being murdered n stuff) I’ve learnt to control my feelings very well, I was bullied when I was 13 - 14, for a whole year I had a friend group of around 20 people, always poking my feelings and making fun of me, making me cry to my mom every morning and begging her for me to stay home, I would tell my closest ”friends” from the friend group how I feel, but they wouldnt take me seriously, after some months, I would go completely silent, walking w the friend group but never saying anything bc I knew rhey would make fun of me. This went on for 4 months until I switched school and things got better. I think this is the reason as of why I’ve learnt to never express my feelings bc I have deep scars and terrible memories of doing so. And now when I did it again the same thing happened, thats why it hurt so much. But let’s keep her perspective in mind, imagine her, with her life style, having a bf being thousands of miles away, not many friends, not a lot to do all day. Ofcourse she is going to have a lot of time to prioritize me and to put a lot of effort in me. And me, having a lifestyle that is more action than hers, of course she is going to feel like I am not paying as much attention on her as she is on me, and ofcourse she is gonna feel like I take her for granted because I am comfortable. But I just want her to understand that me not prioritizing her as much as she prioritizes me doesnt mean that I’m not doing my best. If I am doing my best and she is doing her best, but she feels like she is doing more, does that mean I am not enough? Or does she want control by limiting me? Thank you for reading all this, I just want to say we are a happy couple and we 80% of the time dont fight, but when we do, it gets very emotional.
2024.05.08 01:45 Mrmander20[Vell Harlan and the Doomsday Dorms] 4 C5: Candy Barred
At the world’s top college of magic and technology, every day brings a new discovery -and a new disaster. The advanced experiments of the college students tend to be both ambitious and apocalyptic, with the end of the world only prevented by a mysterious time loop, and a small handful of students who retain their memories. Surviving the loops was hard enough, but now, in his senior year, Vell Harlan must take charge of them, and deal with the fact that the whole world now knows his secrets. Everyone knows about Vell’s death and resurrection, along with the divine game he is a part of. Now Vell must contend with overly curious scientists and evil billionaires hungry for divine power while the daily doomsday cycle bombards him with terrorists, talking elephants, and the Grim Reaper himself -but if he can endure it all, the Last Goddess’s game promises the ultimate prize: power over life itself. [Previous Chapter][Patreon][Cover Art] “Always with the fucking zombies,” Vell said. He slammed the door to their lair shut behind him. A few grasping zombie fingers got caught in the door and were cut off by the slam. The severed digits managed to crawl around like worms until Samson kicked the fingers aside. “I don’t know, as far as early apocalypses go, I kind of like it,” Hawke said. “Usually easy to solve, and bashing zombie heads in is great stress relief.” “Hawke, your arm’s off.” “I’ve been through worse,” Hawke said. He waved his bandaged stump. “Kim did a really good job cauterizing the cut.” “He’s still in shock,” Vell whispered to Samson. “Don’t engage.” Samson nodded and stayed quiet as Hawke took a seat and relaxed. The physical and mental trauma of having his arm chopped off hadn’t caught up with him yet, which was probably for the best. “Alright, Alex, Helena, welcome to your first zombie apocalypse,” Vell said. “Like Hawke said, these are usually pretty simple, but we still have a lot of fighting to do, so its time to arm up. Samson?” With an entirely unnecessary flourish, Samson popped open the storage locker. Rather than the usual avalanche of mismatched magical swords and myriad other weapons, a convenient row of carefully arranged boxes slid out and into the open. Though he no longer had to clean up his twin brother Ibrahim’s messes, Samson found he kind of missed being responsible for things. He chose to channel that energy into organizing and managing the looper’s supplies. “Take your pick, ladies,” Samson said. “I’ve got an itemized inventory list if you want one.” “Yeah, Alex, pick your poison,” Vell said, gesturing to the weapon stockpile. “Just pick your favorite one and I’ll slap a summoning rune on it for you.” A summoning rune that he would be keeping on his person for the time being. Alex had yet to earn unrestricted weapon privileges. She would object to that ruling later, but right now she was busy objecting to something else. “One? Am I limited to only one weapon?” “I mean, you can dual wield if you want,” Vell said. He patted the revolvers on his own hips. “But I don’t think we have any other matching sets.” “Pick a signature weapon and lets go,” Samson said. He wanted to get out of here before the Hawke shock wore off and he started screaming again. “I’m not going to arbitrarily limit myself to one weapon,” Alex said. She reached down and picked up a long halberd, to keep zombies out of biting distance. “This is the best weapon I can see for the current situation. I’ll get a different one when the situation changes.” “Generally speaking it’s better to stick to one weapon,” Vell said. “Universe likes it when things are thematically concise.” “That’s ludicrous.” Vell disagreed, but he also recognized a losing battle when he saw one. He gave up and moved on to their next newbie. Helena took two steps towards the stack of weapons and held up her crutches. “Do I look like a warrior to you?” “I don’t know, lady, we got weird shit in here,” Samson said. “Obviously I’m not expecting you to use a sword or something, but we have other stuff. Harley left enough parts to build a new drone, I think, there’s a wand or two.” “I’ll pass,” Helena said. “In any real combat scenario I’d just be a liability. Now, that said, there is something I’d like to use this opportunity to try…” Helena hand drifted towards one of her pockets. Samson’s hand drifted a little closer to the rows of weapons. He only pulled away when Helena revealed her hidden prize -a single candy bar. “I have been wondering what these taste like my whole life,” Helena said. “Candy?” “Yes! The only real sugar I’ve ever had was one chocolate chip on my eighth birthday,” Helena said. “And I spent the next three days in the hospital.” She leaned on one of her crutches and started clumsily unwrapping the candy bar. “But since this is an easy apocalypse and I have nothing to contribute anyway,” Helena said. “Bottoms up.” “Are you sure you want to-” Helena cut Vell off by taking her first bite. After a second of chewing and pondering, her eyes went wide. “Holy shit,” she mumbled. “How does this-” Rather than talk, Helena opted to go for a second bite, and when she continued, she did so with her mouth full. “You people just have these lying around,” she said incredulously. “How are you not always eating them?” “Well, dental bills alone,” Hawke said. “All my teeth are fake anyway,” Helena said. She took another bite and started to go red in the face. “Oh, there we go. I better finish this before- hurk.” Her throat was now visibly swelling, but Helena shoved one more mouthful of chocolate into her face before she started turning purple. Vell grabbed her by the shoulder and tried to hold her up, but only a few short seconds later, Helena collapsed on the ground with a short gasp for air, and then stopped moving. “Did she just...die?” Vell put a hand on Helena’s neck to check her pulse and then pulled it away without a word. He didn’t need to say anything. “God damn,” Hawke said. Now he had an entirely new round of shock to keep the pain at bay. “She seemed like she knew what she was doing,” Vell said. They had all used the time loops to pig out on junk food from time to time, albeit with far less lethal stakes. “There are worse ways to go,” Hawke said. “Especially with zombies at your door.” “On that note, I believe it is time we handled those undead,” Alex said. She shouldered her halberd and stood by the door. “Unless anyone has any objections?” “Last call to pick a signature weapon, but if you’re sure-” “I’m sure,” Alex said, as she snapped the door open. The first zombie stumbled through, and she shoved her halberd blade directly through its chest. The zombie then continued walking, sliding directly along the length of the pole, and bit a chunk of her neck out. *** “We told you so,” Samson said. “It was a simple tactical misstep,” Alex said. “I should’ve slashed instead of stabbed.” “Oh don’t feel bad, Alex,” Helena said. “There’s worse ways to get yourself killed.” “You’d know,” Samson scoffed. “Completely worth it, by the way,” Helena said. “I’ve already got my candy picked out for next time.” “Just give us more warning next time, please,” Hawke said. Despite the return of his arm, the shock of watching Helena commit suicide by candy had not entirely worn off yet. His full ability to feel disturbed had been returned to him just in time for Helena to flash him a disturbing smile. “We’ll see.”
