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2011.01.28 03:43 Gwelymernan Near Death Experience
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2024.05.19 12:03 EndersGame_Reviewer Thoughts on Babette's Feast (1987)
Babette's Feast (1987) is a highly regarded arthouse film with strong spiritual themes. It won an Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film, and has received much critical acclaim. But is it simply something pretentious, or is the respect its gained well deserved? And does it even have something serious to say?
The film introduces us to the two sisters Martine and Filippa, who are part of a very strict Puritanical and ascetic Protestant church group that was started by their father. He’s now deceased, although the first part of the film does show us some of the background, where they spurn the love of two young men in favour of the ascetic lifestyle taught by their father. The main story begins when we see them as aging spinsters, giving refuge to a needy woman from France, who is our central character, Babette.
After she wins the lottery, Babette wants to express her gratitude to her hosts for 14 years of their hospitality by cooking them with a sumptuous meal on what would have been their father’s 100th birthday. Afraid of enjoying earthly pleasure, the ascetic group solemnly agrees in advance that they will act as if the delightful food and drink doesn't have any real taste. But can they really maintain this illusion when the food is that good? Aside from this main storyline, the film also touches on some inner conflicts among the church group.
The film is in the French language, although the version I watched had an optional soundtrack with a dubbed English voice-over. Despite not knowing French, I found it far more enjoyable to use English subtitles along with the original French soundtrack. This maintains the more subtle voice inflections of the actors, and it’s surprising how much of the authenticity and impact is lost without this.
But why is this film so charming, and what has made it such a success? Aren’t we basically just watching a group of people solemnly eating a meal? Cynics will find a lot to make fun of here. But for those prepared to chew a little, there’s more than what meets the eye. To begin with, the characterization is excellent, and the depiction of the two single ladies who have forsaken everything for their faith is particularly well done. Babette’s humble service and her extravagant gift, along with all its culinary delights, is beautifully presented, in a slow-moving and serene way.
In many respects Babette's Feast first and foremost shows the foolishness of a faith that is artificial and ascetic. The feast that Babette prepares highlights the hypocrisy of the religious sect, by exposing the foolishness of their religion of externals. The Protestant group is blind to the value of the gift they are enjoying, contrasting with the visiting General and with Babette, who see and understand how things really are. There seems to be an implied critique on such ascetic religious groups, with the General functioning as a character who is enlightened despite his simplicity. True religion doesn’t just practice piety, but there also finds room to enjoy life’s pleasures.
But there is more going on besides this obvious message. Many commentators have suggested that Babette is essentially a Christ-like figure, because she gives a gift of grace in a meal that has overtones of Christ's last supper. This interpretation gives her meal a sacramental quality, and when viewed in this light, it gives a whole new perspective on the film. There may be something to this, because there is a sense in which Babette selfishly sacrifices all she has for her two patrons. Reading what Catholic reviewers like Stephen Greydanus have to say about the sacramental aspect of the film is especially interesting (link to his review). Other reviewers suggest a Lutheran interpretation, and focus more on how the film depicts a marriage between the spiritual and the carnal. Given the Danish setting, a Lutheran background to the theology is also very plausible.
You’ll find a wide range of theological interpretations among critics, so there is lots of room for discussion here. I'd be reluctant to insist on a particular interpretation, because it seems to me that the film already does us a service by stimulating such discussions, rather than coming to definitive conclusions on them.
But clearly the film does want us thinking about theology, because Martine and Filippa are named after the Protestant Reformers Martin Luther and Philipp Melanchton. Central to Protestant theology is the notion that good deeds are not done to earn a heavenly reward, but are a grateful response to a God-given gift of grace. Ironically, it’s Babette’s generous gift that captures this spirit more than the combined piety of the two sisters and their religious group. It’s possible to be so intent on pursuing piety that one misses the point of life, and fails to enjoy grace and the pleasures God gives.
The suggestion has been made by some that Babette's feast helps change the characters, and causes old quarrels to be healed, and past sins to be genuinely forgiven. If so, this raises interesting questions about the nature of sacraments, and how they function. But I’m left wondering whether it really is the film’s goal to suggest that the sacramental quality of the feast helps dispense grace and solve the sharp differences and shortcomings within the small group. For example, many reviewers see the positive discussions that the group has about their religious leader while enjoying the meal as evidence of its transforming quality.
But does this elaborate feast really transform the characters who share in it, like a sacramental eucharist might do? I’m not convinced, because it seems to me that these conversations could equally be their way of desperately avoiding talking about the gift itself, by turning to pious talk that had nothing to do with the food, and are evidence that they’re stubbornly persisting with their religious blindness. But perhaps repeated viewings of the film might cause me to reconsider this view.
The film also raises interesting questions about the value of art, as is evident from what the famous opera singer Achille Papin says about art in the afterlife. This conversation returns in the film’s concluding words to Babette about her art as chef. Filippa echoes what Papin had said to her, promising that in paradise Babette will be the great artist God intended her to be. An artist will always give their best, and that’s exactly what Babette’s extravagant feast is.
Clearly there’s more to Babette’s Feast than meets the eye, and I feel I’ve only scratched the surface of its meaning. Extensive full length academic papers have been written about it, some of which can be found online. For me anyway, spending time at Babette’s table has only increased my appetite to find out more about this thoughtful film. I'd love to get insights and perspectives from others who have enjoyed it.
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The film introduces us to the two sisters Martine and Filippa, who are part of a very strict Puritanical and ascetic Protestant church group that was started by their father. He’s now deceased, although the first part of the film does show us some of the background, where they spurn the love of two young men in favour of the ascetic lifestyle taught by their father. The main story begins when we see them as aging spinsters, giving refuge to a needy woman from France, who is our central character, Babette.
After she wins the lottery, Babette wants to express her gratitude to her hosts for 14 years of their hospitality by cooking them with a sumptuous meal on what would have been their father’s 100th birthday. Afraid of enjoying earthly pleasure, the ascetic group solemnly agrees in advance that they will act as if the delightful food and drink doesn't have any real taste. But can they really maintain this illusion when the food is that good? Aside from this main storyline, the film also touches on some inner conflicts among the church group.
The film is in the French language, although the version I watched had an optional soundtrack with a dubbed English voice-over. Despite not knowing French, I found it far more enjoyable to use English subtitles along with the original French soundtrack. This maintains the more subtle voice inflections of the actors, and it’s surprising how much of the authenticity and impact is lost without this.
But why is this film so charming, and what has made it such a success? Aren’t we basically just watching a group of people solemnly eating a meal? Cynics will find a lot to make fun of here. But for those prepared to chew a little, there’s more than what meets the eye. To begin with, the characterization is excellent, and the depiction of the two single ladies who have forsaken everything for their faith is particularly well done. Babette’s humble service and her extravagant gift, along with all its culinary delights, is beautifully presented, in a slow-moving and serene way.
In many respects Babette's Feast first and foremost shows the foolishness of a faith that is artificial and ascetic. The feast that Babette prepares highlights the hypocrisy of the religious sect, by exposing the foolishness of their religion of externals. The Protestant group is blind to the value of the gift they are enjoying, contrasting with the visiting General and with Babette, who see and understand how things really are. There seems to be an implied critique on such ascetic religious groups, with the General functioning as a character who is enlightened despite his simplicity. True religion doesn’t just practice piety, but there also finds room to enjoy life’s pleasures.
But there is more going on besides this obvious message. Many commentators have suggested that Babette is essentially a Christ-like figure, because she gives a gift of grace in a meal that has overtones of Christ's last supper. This interpretation gives her meal a sacramental quality, and when viewed in this light, it gives a whole new perspective on the film. There may be something to this, because there is a sense in which Babette selfishly sacrifices all she has for her two patrons. Reading what Catholic reviewers like Stephen Greydanus have to say about the sacramental aspect of the film is especially interesting (link to his review). Other reviewers suggest a Lutheran interpretation, and focus more on how the film depicts a marriage between the spiritual and the carnal. Given the Danish setting, a Lutheran background to the theology is also very plausible.
You’ll find a wide range of theological interpretations among critics, so there is lots of room for discussion here. I'd be reluctant to insist on a particular interpretation, because it seems to me that the film already does us a service by stimulating such discussions, rather than coming to definitive conclusions on them.
But clearly the film does want us thinking about theology, because Martine and Filippa are named after the Protestant Reformers Martin Luther and Philipp Melanchton. Central to Protestant theology is the notion that good deeds are not done to earn a heavenly reward, but are a grateful response to a God-given gift of grace. Ironically, it’s Babette’s generous gift that captures this spirit more than the combined piety of the two sisters and their religious group. It’s possible to be so intent on pursuing piety that one misses the point of life, and fails to enjoy grace and the pleasures God gives.
The suggestion has been made by some that Babette's feast helps change the characters, and causes old quarrels to be healed, and past sins to be genuinely forgiven. If so, this raises interesting questions about the nature of sacraments, and how they function. But I’m left wondering whether it really is the film’s goal to suggest that the sacramental quality of the feast helps dispense grace and solve the sharp differences and shortcomings within the small group. For example, many reviewers see the positive discussions that the group has about their religious leader while enjoying the meal as evidence of its transforming quality.
But does this elaborate feast really transform the characters who share in it, like a sacramental eucharist might do? I’m not convinced, because it seems to me that these conversations could equally be their way of desperately avoiding talking about the gift itself, by turning to pious talk that had nothing to do with the food, and are evidence that they’re stubbornly persisting with their religious blindness. But perhaps repeated viewings of the film might cause me to reconsider this view.
The film also raises interesting questions about the value of art, as is evident from what the famous opera singer Achille Papin says about art in the afterlife. This conversation returns in the film’s concluding words to Babette about her art as chef. Filippa echoes what Papin had said to her, promising that in paradise Babette will be the great artist God intended her to be. An artist will always give their best, and that’s exactly what Babette’s extravagant feast is.
Clearly there’s more to Babette’s Feast than meets the eye, and I feel I’ve only scratched the surface of its meaning. Extensive full length academic papers have been written about it, some of which can be found online. For me anyway, spending time at Babette’s table has only increased my appetite to find out more about this thoughtful film. I'd love to get insights and perspectives from others who have enjoyed it.
2024.05.18 14:26 Disastrous-Set2454 i’m in so much pain.
❗️tw: mentions of pet death and seizures❗️ i’m pouring my heart out here because i have no where else to. please don’t read this if you are easily triggered, or not in a good headspace.
about two years ago, my mum got an eight week old puppy. not sure why she got it. i think it was an impulse decision she made. anyway we named her coco. me and coco quickly bonded and she became my soul dog. we had this connection that i just can’t put into words. i’ve never ever felt that type of love before. when i looked into her eyes, she looked back at me with her big beautiful eyes. and it was the most purest love known to man. i had a basket on my bike. i remember i would put her in that basket and we would go on bike rides together. we would go to the beach and watch the sunset. i would lay on the sand, and she would lay on top of my belly. each night she slept next to my pillow. we never said a word to each other, but we never had to. it’s like our souls danced together every time we looked into each others eyes. when she came into my life, i was at a very low point. i was going through really bad domestic violence. i was heavily addicted to drugs and i was very depressed. she brought this light into my life that i just can’t explain. we walked in nature everyday. i became so much more happier. i went into recovery and managed to be a year sober. i was going through really bad abuse at home, but she was always there for me. i remember she was about six months old- i had a really bad suicide attempt. i was laying on the floor and my sister had called the ambulance. coco had started jumping all over me. the ambulance had come and they had to put her in another room because she was in the way. i remember hearing her cries as she scratched the door in the other room. she was my very best friend. my soul dog. and she was all i had. about three months ago, on my 16th birthday, i moved out of my abusive home, and into my own apartment. of course i had brought her with me. i was free. we were free. and i couldn’t have done it without her. about two weeks after moving in, she had developed really bad separation anxiety, from being by herself in the apartment while i was at work. so i decided to get her a friend. i got an 8 week old puppy and named her honey. for about a month and a half, it was just the three of us- me, coco, and baby honey. it was amazing. the three of us went on walks everyday. we would walk through the forest, and i even managed to fit both of them in my bike basket. so we went on bike rides as well. life just couldn’t be any better. we were a little family. but then it all quickly ended. about a month ago, coco (my older dog) started having a lot of seizures. every single day. one after the other. i kept taking her to the vet. they kept doing blood tests. but all the blood tests were coming back normal. they didn’t know why she was having seizures. it’s quite rare as well for a two year old dog to be having seizures. they put her on medication, but the medication wasn’t helping. she had become really weak. she didn’t eat or drink, she couldn’t even walk or get up to pee. for a week, i had stayed home and looked after her. i hand fed her and gave her water through a syringe. she started getting a bit better towards the end of the week. we even managed to go on a short walk. but then the next day, she had woken up and she started seizing nonstop. the whole day she was having nonstop seizures. i took her to the vet hospital and they put her in the ICU. they told me to go home and that they would keep her overnight. i got home, and about 15 minutes later, i get a call saying that she had gone into cardiac arrest. i quickly rushed back to the hospital. they managed to get a heart beat back but she couldn’t breathe on her own. they were manually giving her oxygen for 30 minutes and the vet said that she just couldn’t go on like that. they euthanised her. i walked out the hospital and sat down on the nearest bench and cried my heart out for about two hours. i didn’t even have anyone to call. i was frozen on that bench. it’s been a month now. each night i sleep by myself. there’s no one sleeping next to my pillow. i had to sell honey because i had spent thousands in vet bills, that i couldn’t pay rent. i’ve gone back to using. i use really hard substances every single day. i speak to a therapist but all she says is “i’m sorry to hear that”. i’m tired of hearing the same generic response over and over. and people just don’t get it. they think “big deal, it’s just a dog”. a part of my soul is missing. everyday i wake up and remember that she’s not here. people talk about how they got signs from their deceased pets, but i haven’t gotten a single sign. not a dream, nothing. i want to be with her, but i’m too scared to kill myself. i live in constant chronic pain. my heart is always heavy. i wish she would give me a sign. that she’s ok. that she’s somewhere out there. and that she’s not gone forever. i’m not a religious person, but i’m also not an atheist. i can’t believe something unless i physically see proof of it. but i just can’t accept the fact that when you die, you just disappear forever. i don’t know what to do. i am in so much pain. she was two years old. she was all i had. i am 16 and living on my own. i have no friends and no family. i thought life had just started getting better. i had so many hopes for the future. i wanted to get a farm. or a house with a massive yard. i wanted coco to have all the grass in the world to roll around in. i’ve experienced multiple deaths in the past before, but nothing comes close to this. dogs are the most purest creatures in the world. they will never offend you. you could be the most ugliest person in the world, and they will still love you unconditionally. now every time i come home, i open my door to an empty apartment. there’s no fluffy thing running around in circles between my legs. no one jumping up and down while wagging their tale. just utter and complete emptiness. there’s so many dog toys scattered across my floor. empty dog beds, dog bowls with food that will never be eaten. i can’t bring myself to throw it out, or give it away. it’s all i have left of her. i brought her to the vet and came home with her ashes. at least she’ll never have another seizure ever again.
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about two years ago, my mum got an eight week old puppy. not sure why she got it. i think it was an impulse decision she made. anyway we named her coco. me and coco quickly bonded and she became my soul dog. we had this connection that i just can’t put into words. i’ve never ever felt that type of love before. when i looked into her eyes, she looked back at me with her big beautiful eyes. and it was the most purest love known to man. i had a basket on my bike. i remember i would put her in that basket and we would go on bike rides together. we would go to the beach and watch the sunset. i would lay on the sand, and she would lay on top of my belly. each night she slept next to my pillow. we never said a word to each other, but we never had to. it’s like our souls danced together every time we looked into each others eyes. when she came into my life, i was at a very low point. i was going through really bad domestic violence. i was heavily addicted to drugs and i was very depressed. she brought this light into my life that i just can’t explain. we walked in nature everyday. i became so much more happier. i went into recovery and managed to be a year sober. i was going through really bad abuse at home, but she was always there for me. i remember she was about six months old- i had a really bad suicide attempt. i was laying on the floor and my sister had called the ambulance. coco had started jumping all over me. the ambulance had come and they had to put her in another room because she was in the way. i remember hearing her cries as she scratched the door in the other room. she was my very best friend. my soul dog. and she was all i had. about three months ago, on my 16th birthday, i moved out of my abusive home, and into my own apartment. of course i had brought her with me. i was free. we were free. and i couldn’t have done it without her. about two weeks after moving in, she had developed really bad separation anxiety, from being by herself in the apartment while i was at work. so i decided to get her a friend. i got an 8 week old puppy and named her honey. for about a month and a half, it was just the three of us- me, coco, and baby honey. it was amazing. the three of us went on walks everyday. we would walk through the forest, and i even managed to fit both of them in my bike basket. so we went on bike rides as well. life just couldn’t be any better. we were a little family. but then it all quickly ended. about a month ago, coco (my older dog) started having a lot of seizures. every single day. one after the other. i kept taking her to the vet. they kept doing blood tests. but all the blood tests were coming back normal. they didn’t know why she was having seizures. it’s quite rare as well for a two year old dog to be having seizures. they put her on medication, but the medication wasn’t helping. she had become really weak. she didn’t eat or drink, she couldn’t even walk or get up to pee. for a week, i had stayed home and looked after her. i hand fed her and gave her water through a syringe. she started getting a bit better towards the end of the week. we even managed to go on a short walk. but then the next day, she had woken up and she started seizing nonstop. the whole day she was having nonstop seizures. i took her to the vet hospital and they put her in the ICU. they told me to go home and that they would keep her overnight. i got home, and about 15 minutes later, i get a call saying that she had gone into cardiac arrest. i quickly rushed back to the hospital. they managed to get a heart beat back but she couldn’t breathe on her own. they were manually giving her oxygen for 30 minutes and the vet said that she just couldn’t go on like that. they euthanised her. i walked out the hospital and sat down on the nearest bench and cried my heart out for about two hours. i didn’t even have anyone to call. i was frozen on that bench. it’s been a month now. each night i sleep by myself. there’s no one sleeping next to my pillow. i had to sell honey because i had spent thousands in vet bills, that i couldn’t pay rent. i’ve gone back to using. i use really hard substances every single day. i speak to a therapist but all she says is “i’m sorry to hear that”. i’m tired of hearing the same generic response over and over. and people just don’t get it. they think “big deal, it’s just a dog”. a part of my soul is missing. everyday i wake up and remember that she’s not here. people talk about how they got signs from their deceased pets, but i haven’t gotten a single sign. not a dream, nothing. i want to be with her, but i’m too scared to kill myself. i live in constant chronic pain. my heart is always heavy. i wish she would give me a sign. that she’s ok. that she’s somewhere out there. and that she’s not gone forever. i’m not a religious person, but i’m also not an atheist. i can’t believe something unless i physically see proof of it. but i just can’t accept the fact that when you die, you just disappear forever. i don’t know what to do. i am in so much pain. she was two years old. she was all i had. i am 16 and living on my own. i have no friends and no family. i thought life had just started getting better. i had so many hopes for the future. i wanted to get a farm. or a house with a massive yard. i wanted coco to have all the grass in the world to roll around in. i’ve experienced multiple deaths in the past before, but nothing comes close to this. dogs are the most purest creatures in the world. they will never offend you. you could be the most ugliest person in the world, and they will still love you unconditionally. now every time i come home, i open my door to an empty apartment. there’s no fluffy thing running around in circles between my legs. no one jumping up and down while wagging their tale. just utter and complete emptiness. there’s so many dog toys scattered across my floor. empty dog beds, dog bowls with food that will never be eaten. i can’t bring myself to throw it out, or give it away. it’s all i have left of her. i brought her to the vet and came home with her ashes. at least she’ll never have another seizure ever again.
2024.05.18 11:43 LosPollosSterbano This shit is so funny 🤣 literally peak fiction 🤡.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/203193219-the-fox-summoner-neglected-fanfic by Idatri_Uchiha
Fragments of chapter 2:
Naruto put on his usual orange jumpsuit he wore and Kichiro would wrap around hos neck like a little scarf. No one would notice as it was usually chilly this time of the year. Now Naruto made his way downstairs to head out the door. He passed his family along with Jiraya and Tsunade who was having breakfast, Kushina called out. "Naru-chan? Where are you going?". Naruto turned around to see the whole family look at him in confusion but Menma just glared at him. "Its your siblings birthday breakfast! You should be eating and spending time with them" Minato said with a smile which pissed Naruto off heavily.
"You do realize that it's not just their birthday, don't you? It's also my birthday as well...." Naruto said, clenching his teeth in anger. The whole family minus Naruko and Menma was shocked to the core. They forgot all about Naruto. They were so focused on the Naruko and Menma that Naruto wasn't even a thought. "S-Sure we did, Sochi! We planned of giving Naruko a birthday breakfast, Menma a birthday lunch and you a birthday dinner!" Kushina said with Minato going along with her. Naruto watched all of them in their faces and spoke. "I'm not a dumbass you know. You pulled that out of your ass so fast, you digested the alphabet and shat out that piece of fuckery you called an idea!" Naruto said, heading out the door while hearing Tsunade open her mouth.
"You brat! Apologize to your parents! That was uncalled for!" She yelled. Naruto just scoffed as he left, not opting to stay and hear his mother sniffles and sobbs. Just how bad did they mess this up? Meanwhile, Naruto quickly makes it to his favorite training grounds, the Forest of Death. Once they got their, Kichiro hopped off Naruto's shoulders and landed in front of him. "Okay Naruto! Whats up now?" Kichiro asked. Naruto smiled in glee as he but his finger. "Time to work on my Kenjutsu..... Summoning Jutsu!" He shouted out and slammed his hand on the ground to summon Takeo. The fox itself smiled evily at the
two. "Get ready for your daily tortue routine!" That caused Naruto to
cringe.
"Here! Take this!" Takeo unsealed a wooden sword from his scroll he pulled out and threw it at Naruto. "A bokken? Why not a real sword?". Takeo raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you stupid? When growing up. before knowing how to walk, did you start trying to run and ride bikes and climb trees?". After seeing the blonde shake his head, he spoke. "Then You will have to learn to fight with this before you even think if touching a real sword, kit. Now, let me teach you the katas!" Takeo said es Naruto started training with the bokken without second thought
while Kichiro watched for a few hours
Alter that though, Takeo stopped. "Someone is coming, Naruto. It was a short session so I'll make sure to double your training next we meet Takeo said as he disappeared, only getting Naruto to shake in uncomfortabile, Naruto sighed as Kichiro jumped on his shoulders and Naruto tied the bokken to his shoulders which was the time Two ANBLU came to him. One was a weasle and the other was a dog and the latter spoke "Namikaze-sama, Hokage-sama has requested your presence at the Uzumaki-Namikaze residence.... Naruto frowned. 'Whats this about? They never tried this before? I'm getting a bad feeling from this. Kurama, "Me too kit.....but go anyway! Your "father" has already called for you' Kurama growled.
Naruto sighed as he spoke. "I'll be there" he said as he began to move. "We'll take you there immediately Weasel said as he put a hand on Naruto's shoulder and the three Shunshin to make it in front of the Hokage's mansion which was full of villagers and clans members of Konoha. He sighed as the meade his way through the villagers but once he made his way to the front door to enter, a tipsy villagee stopped him. "Hey!! Y-You're that brat... the N-amikaze ghost c-child!" He said getting a few people attention. Naruto started to grit his teeth. "Yes, that is me What of it, are you going to stop me from entering my own home?" He
said in distain, having to call this place his home.
"Are Y-You threatening me?! You little shit" "Are threatening the
Hokage-sama's son? That is at least punishable by treason!" Weasle
said with an edge. "N-N-No sir 1-1-1 apologize the villagee said as he
drunkily moved aside to allow them to pass. Naruto frowned as he
made his way inside the house with Weasle and Dog following. "You did
not have to do that, ANBU-san. I had it under control". "Be that as
may, Namikaze-sama, I must assure your safety no mattee the cost he
said as they made it into the living area where mostly everyone was.
"Naruto! You little gremlin! Where have you been?!" Kushina said while
Naruko and Menma were behind her.
"I was out training. Thats why I was so late" he respond "Ha! You? Training? Oh please, idiot! You couldn't even throw a Kunai right yet you're training?! Leave it to the professionals, loser" Menma insulted causing the whole party to laugh. Naruto just watched him in an uncaring attitude. To hirn, Menma was a dumbass. Nothing more, nothing less. "Come one Nii-san! Let's open our presents!" Naruko said grabbing Naruto's hand to pull him but Naruto ripped it away. "What presents? You two have presents, /don't. Go ahead an open them, I don't care anymore...." He said looking to the side. The room went silent. They also had forgotten about Naruto but vowed to themselves they would buy or whip up something later, feeling utterly bad about the poor boy.
As Naruko and Menma moved to the table where a pile of presents were, Naruto was being harassed by the villagers and smaller clans that wish the boy a happy birthday and promises of presents from them soon. Naruto knew why they did that, it was to get in better graces with his parents so he just told them to stop with the promises and the leave him the hell alone. Menma and Naruko were just bursting their gifts with glee and obtained new awesome stuff like Kunai, shuriken, etc. Then The godparents came up next with big scrolls.
"Menma, I want you to sign the Toad sammoning scroll, you'll be training under them from here on out!" He said. Tsunade went to Naruko. "And You, Naruko-chan, you will sign the Stug contract and train under them!". The two grinned like idiots and signed the scroll with glee with Naruto watching them. "Heh! You know, if you hadn't given me the fox summoning contract, I'd be rather jealous, ya know he said to the fox, I know, you're welcome kit! Kurama said. "Umm...could. Nii-san sign it too?". Jiraya and Tsunade both widened their eyes in shock. Oh crap/forgot about Naruto! If he signs the Toad/Slug contract, I can hold this over Tsunade's/Jiraya's head for a while! They both thought.
"Yeah sure!" They both said as they raced to Naruto, who was just sitting in a chair in the far side of the room with his eyes closed, hoping that this'll all end soon. He opened one eye to see Jiraya and Tsunade standing in front of him with grins on their faces and scrolls in their hands. "What?" He asked, "Naruto, I present to you the privilege to sigال the Toad contract!" Jiraya smiled. "No way! Naruto! You should sign the Slug contract! Its a way better option for you!" She said with a beautiful smile. The crowd laughed at the actions of the two Sannin. Minato smiled. I hope Naruto picks the Toads, that was my contract when training with Jiraya-Sensei!" He thought
Sochi, please pick the slugs! If you do, me, you and your sister can work together and be closer Kushina thought. Since this morning, Kushina thought about all the times her family has ever done anything with her eldest and when she drew upon none, she ran to the family photos to barely see any pictures of Naruto. She broke down crying in the photo album, she couldn't believe they ignored her baby so much of his life. What is his favorite food? Colour? Hobby? Did he have friends? All these things she didn't know, she knew Menma's and Naruko's but nothing of Naruto. He was like a stranger to her and she hated it. She vowed from then that she would change. So she was hoping she could start with his contract summoning. But when Naruto said his next words, shocked not
only her But the entire party was shocked.
"No, I'd rather not sign either" he said. "W-What? What do you mean you'd rather not?!" Tsunade yelled. "Kid, you do realize that this type of thing comes around once in a blue moon, right?" Jiraya said, "I know but I would rather not, I already have a caple contract". That widened everyones eyes. "Oh yeah?! With who?" Menma said, calling his bluft. Naruto smiled as he but his finger and ran through the hand seals.
"Summoning Jutsul" He shouted as he slammed his hand down and sooner or later, Sonya appeared. "Naruto-kun! You called me? Is there anything could do for you?" She said with usual kindness in her voice.
Everyone around was shocked to their very core. Naruto had the fox contract. This is unbelievable. "No, Sony-chan, just probing a point. You can go now and tell Takeo-Sensei I'm sorry about the interrupted training and we'll continue soon!" He said. Sonya nodded and puffed. out of their plain. "N-N-Naruto? Where did you get that contract?"
Minato asked. "I found it off a deceased shinobi in the Forest Of Death! go there from time to time to train" he said. Menma frowned he marched in front of Naruto, "Give me the scroll, I wanna sign it!", Naruto chuckled and slapped Menma's cheek soft but firm, "Even if I wanted to, I can't it's not up to me! So.....sorry" he said as he passed. Menma and made his way upstairs. "Sochi, don't you want to stay for cake? Please, let's enjoy this time as a family!" Kushina said with a loving smile.
Naruto stayed silent. He felt his chakra flare but he couldn't suppress it in time or in simple words, he didn't try to. He turned to this 'family and guests and spoke. "Family? Family is a strange word to me, it even sounds funny when I say it. Family......Family. It sounds like it doesn't belong in my mouth concerning you guys. Family, thats the most terrifying thing to call this piece of shit group" Naruto said as he ran upstairs in a hurry to go to bed. Once the door slammed Kushina broke down in tears. "He hates us! I knew it!" She said as she ran upstairs to cry. Minato sighed. "Party's over everyone! Thank you for coming but I kindly ask that you All exit, please!" He said as the room cleared out. As soon as it did, Minato made it upstairs to comfort his wife while Merma
and Naruko stayed downstairs
Nii-san....why? Can't you see we love you and we're sorry? She thought
as tears streamed down her face as she cleaned up from the party.
Menma growled. Stupid idiot! Making mom cry! I'll show that worthless
loser he thought as he vowed to make Naruto pay, one way or another.
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Fragments of chapter 2:
Naruto put on his usual orange jumpsuit he wore and Kichiro would wrap around hos neck like a little scarf. No one would notice as it was usually chilly this time of the year. Now Naruto made his way downstairs to head out the door. He passed his family along with Jiraya and Tsunade who was having breakfast, Kushina called out. "Naru-chan? Where are you going?". Naruto turned around to see the whole family look at him in confusion but Menma just glared at him. "Its your siblings birthday breakfast! You should be eating and spending time with them" Minato said with a smile which pissed Naruto off heavily.
"You do realize that it's not just their birthday, don't you? It's also my birthday as well...." Naruto said, clenching his teeth in anger. The whole family minus Naruko and Menma was shocked to the core. They forgot all about Naruto. They were so focused on the Naruko and Menma that Naruto wasn't even a thought. "S-Sure we did, Sochi! We planned of giving Naruko a birthday breakfast, Menma a birthday lunch and you a birthday dinner!" Kushina said with Minato going along with her. Naruto watched all of them in their faces and spoke. "I'm not a dumbass you know. You pulled that out of your ass so fast, you digested the alphabet and shat out that piece of fuckery you called an idea!" Naruto said, heading out the door while hearing Tsunade open her mouth.
"You brat! Apologize to your parents! That was uncalled for!" She yelled. Naruto just scoffed as he left, not opting to stay and hear his mother sniffles and sobbs. Just how bad did they mess this up? Meanwhile, Naruto quickly makes it to his favorite training grounds, the Forest of Death. Once they got their, Kichiro hopped off Naruto's shoulders and landed in front of him. "Okay Naruto! Whats up now?" Kichiro asked. Naruto smiled in glee as he but his finger. "Time to work on my Kenjutsu..... Summoning Jutsu!" He shouted out and slammed his hand on the ground to summon Takeo. The fox itself smiled evily at the
two. "Get ready for your daily tortue routine!" That caused Naruto to
cringe.
"Here! Take this!" Takeo unsealed a wooden sword from his scroll he pulled out and threw it at Naruto. "A bokken? Why not a real sword?". Takeo raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you stupid? When growing up. before knowing how to walk, did you start trying to run and ride bikes and climb trees?". After seeing the blonde shake his head, he spoke. "Then You will have to learn to fight with this before you even think if touching a real sword, kit. Now, let me teach you the katas!" Takeo said es Naruto started training with the bokken without second thought
while Kichiro watched for a few hours
Alter that though, Takeo stopped. "Someone is coming, Naruto. It was a short session so I'll make sure to double your training next we meet Takeo said as he disappeared, only getting Naruto to shake in uncomfortabile, Naruto sighed as Kichiro jumped on his shoulders and Naruto tied the bokken to his shoulders which was the time Two ANBLU came to him. One was a weasle and the other was a dog and the latter spoke "Namikaze-sama, Hokage-sama has requested your presence at the Uzumaki-Namikaze residence.... Naruto frowned. 'Whats this about? They never tried this before? I'm getting a bad feeling from this. Kurama, "Me too kit.....but go anyway! Your "father" has already called for you' Kurama growled.
Naruto sighed as he spoke. "I'll be there" he said as he began to move. "We'll take you there immediately Weasel said as he put a hand on Naruto's shoulder and the three Shunshin to make it in front of the Hokage's mansion which was full of villagers and clans members of Konoha. He sighed as the meade his way through the villagers but once he made his way to the front door to enter, a tipsy villagee stopped him. "Hey!! Y-You're that brat... the N-amikaze ghost c-child!" He said getting a few people attention. Naruto started to grit his teeth. "Yes, that is me What of it, are you going to stop me from entering my own home?" He
said in distain, having to call this place his home.
"Are Y-You threatening me?! You little shit" "Are threatening the
Hokage-sama's son? That is at least punishable by treason!" Weasle
said with an edge. "N-N-No sir 1-1-1 apologize the villagee said as he
drunkily moved aside to allow them to pass. Naruto frowned as he
made his way inside the house with Weasle and Dog following. "You did
not have to do that, ANBU-san. I had it under control". "Be that as
may, Namikaze-sama, I must assure your safety no mattee the cost he
said as they made it into the living area where mostly everyone was.
"Naruto! You little gremlin! Where have you been?!" Kushina said while
Naruko and Menma were behind her.
"I was out training. Thats why I was so late" he respond "Ha! You? Training? Oh please, idiot! You couldn't even throw a Kunai right yet you're training?! Leave it to the professionals, loser" Menma insulted causing the whole party to laugh. Naruto just watched him in an uncaring attitude. To hirn, Menma was a dumbass. Nothing more, nothing less. "Come one Nii-san! Let's open our presents!" Naruko said grabbing Naruto's hand to pull him but Naruto ripped it away. "What presents? You two have presents, /don't. Go ahead an open them, I don't care anymore...." He said looking to the side. The room went silent. They also had forgotten about Naruto but vowed to themselves they would buy or whip up something later, feeling utterly bad about the poor boy.
As Naruko and Menma moved to the table where a pile of presents were, Naruto was being harassed by the villagers and smaller clans that wish the boy a happy birthday and promises of presents from them soon. Naruto knew why they did that, it was to get in better graces with his parents so he just told them to stop with the promises and the leave him the hell alone. Menma and Naruko were just bursting their gifts with glee and obtained new awesome stuff like Kunai, shuriken, etc. Then The godparents came up next with big scrolls.
"Menma, I want you to sign the Toad sammoning scroll, you'll be training under them from here on out!" He said. Tsunade went to Naruko. "And You, Naruko-chan, you will sign the Stug contract and train under them!". The two grinned like idiots and signed the scroll with glee with Naruto watching them. "Heh! You know, if you hadn't given me the fox summoning contract, I'd be rather jealous, ya know he said to the fox, I know, you're welcome kit! Kurama said. "Umm...could. Nii-san sign it too?". Jiraya and Tsunade both widened their eyes in shock. Oh crap/forgot about Naruto! If he signs the Toad/Slug contract, I can hold this over Tsunade's/Jiraya's head for a while! They both thought.
"Yeah sure!" They both said as they raced to Naruto, who was just sitting in a chair in the far side of the room with his eyes closed, hoping that this'll all end soon. He opened one eye to see Jiraya and Tsunade standing in front of him with grins on their faces and scrolls in their hands. "What?" He asked, "Naruto, I present to you the privilege to sigال the Toad contract!" Jiraya smiled. "No way! Naruto! You should sign the Slug contract! Its a way better option for you!" She said with a beautiful smile. The crowd laughed at the actions of the two Sannin. Minato smiled. I hope Naruto picks the Toads, that was my contract when training with Jiraya-Sensei!" He thought
Sochi, please pick the slugs! If you do, me, you and your sister can work together and be closer Kushina thought. Since this morning, Kushina thought about all the times her family has ever done anything with her eldest and when she drew upon none, she ran to the family photos to barely see any pictures of Naruto. She broke down crying in the photo album, she couldn't believe they ignored her baby so much of his life. What is his favorite food? Colour? Hobby? Did he have friends? All these things she didn't know, she knew Menma's and Naruko's but nothing of Naruto. He was like a stranger to her and she hated it. She vowed from then that she would change. So she was hoping she could start with his contract summoning. But when Naruto said his next words, shocked not
only her But the entire party was shocked.
"No, I'd rather not sign either" he said. "W-What? What do you mean you'd rather not?!" Tsunade yelled. "Kid, you do realize that this type of thing comes around once in a blue moon, right?" Jiraya said, "I know but I would rather not, I already have a caple contract". That widened everyones eyes. "Oh yeah?! With who?" Menma said, calling his bluft. Naruto smiled as he but his finger and ran through the hand seals.
"Summoning Jutsul" He shouted as he slammed his hand down and sooner or later, Sonya appeared. "Naruto-kun! You called me? Is there anything could do for you?" She said with usual kindness in her voice.
Everyone around was shocked to their very core. Naruto had the fox contract. This is unbelievable. "No, Sony-chan, just probing a point. You can go now and tell Takeo-Sensei I'm sorry about the interrupted training and we'll continue soon!" He said. Sonya nodded and puffed. out of their plain. "N-N-Naruto? Where did you get that contract?"
Minato asked. "I found it off a deceased shinobi in the Forest Of Death! go there from time to time to train" he said. Menma frowned he marched in front of Naruto, "Give me the scroll, I wanna sign it!", Naruto chuckled and slapped Menma's cheek soft but firm, "Even if I wanted to, I can't it's not up to me! So.....sorry" he said as he passed. Menma and made his way upstairs. "Sochi, don't you want to stay for cake? Please, let's enjoy this time as a family!" Kushina said with a loving smile.
Naruto stayed silent. He felt his chakra flare but he couldn't suppress it in time or in simple words, he didn't try to. He turned to this 'family and guests and spoke. "Family? Family is a strange word to me, it even sounds funny when I say it. Family......Family. It sounds like it doesn't belong in my mouth concerning you guys. Family, thats the most terrifying thing to call this piece of shit group" Naruto said as he ran upstairs in a hurry to go to bed. Once the door slammed Kushina broke down in tears. "He hates us! I knew it!" She said as she ran upstairs to cry. Minato sighed. "Party's over everyone! Thank you for coming but I kindly ask that you All exit, please!" He said as the room cleared out. As soon as it did, Minato made it upstairs to comfort his wife while Merma
and Naruko stayed downstairs
Nii-san....why? Can't you see we love you and we're sorry? She thought
as tears streamed down her face as she cleaned up from the party.
Menma growled. Stupid idiot! Making mom cry! I'll show that worthless
loser he thought as he vowed to make Naruto pay, one way or another.
2024.05.18 08:59 Useful-Winner4607 Strange encounters
I’m going to share my personal encounters & my families experiences in my child hood home..
I’m currently (23F)
1st encounter. One night when I was 10 I woke up feeling unwell and when I got to the stairs to go downstairs to my parents bedroom. I seen a girl in a white gown with long black hair covering parts of her face it looked like she was soaked& unhappy. I ran into my room hid under the blanket & slept it off as I was too scared to go downstairs to turn the lights on.
Current Theories: my mom believes it may be her cousin katie. whose plane crashed in lake Winnipeg in 1999along with her sister & pilot . No plane,debris or bodies ever found I think the only one piece of clothing was found. Nothing was found or even evidence in the water indicating a plane crash. My descriptions of what I seen that night said matched Katie’s description. Her being soaked & unhappy explains why my mom thinks it her b/c she also died on her birthday.
2nd/ 3rd encounter when I was 16 I went into my basement pantry to grab ketchup. As I was on the last few steps of the stairs I heard what sounded like my mom call my name coming from one of the rooms. Although I knew my mom was upstairs in the living room watching tv but I thought maybe she somehow came down without me noticing. I checked the laundry & rec room no sight of her so I brushed it off. As soon as I got to the pantry & grabbed the ketchup bottle that’s when I heard my name again but this time it was right by my ear. I ditched the ketchup & booked it back to the main floor. Few days go by I came home from school during lunch hours. Nobody was home & I went upstairs to my room to grab something & I heard my front door open & shut. I initially thought maybe my brother came home but upon looking nobody was home. I was to sacred to check the basement because of what happened days before & I left the house as quick as possible.
4th encounter this happened in August. When I was 16 my brother (18m) forced my brothers (14m) (12m) my sister (17f) & I to play the oujia board. For context our great grandfather passed away a week earlier & our parents were away this day to drop things off at our grandparents. Nothing happened during the oujia board session. The same night I went back to the basement it was dark not thinking anything ominous was going to happen. As I got to the last step I looked in the rec & what looked like a devil figure poking out from the room. I booked it up the stairs again. Roughly around this time my parents arrived back & I told them what I seen & the oujia board. Oh boy she was mad that we did the oujia board. That night my mom smudged the whole house with sage. Just recently I was watching a paranormal series on Netflix & in one of the episodes it showed the same demonic thing I seen in my basement. Initially I thought it was hallucinatios.
Months after we got a medicine man to bless our home to keeps all the bad energy or spirits away. But it didn’t work
Brother R experience now (25m) first encounter (16m) he was chilling in his bedroom when suddenly his alarm clock was thrown across the room. 2nd encounter was around the same time when I had my second paranormal encounter. He said he heard what sounded like our mom ask him to come find her. For whatever reason he decided to look out the living room window only to see her walking back from the store. When she came inside the house that’s when my brother told her what he heard.
3rd encounter my brother R (18m) was playing hide & seek with brother C (6m). (18m) knew (6m) went into the other room. However (18m) said he seen a figure same height & size as of (6m) run into his bedroom but he checked anyways & no brother in sight. (18m) checked the bedroom he knew (6m) was hiding in & there he was.
Jr now (19m) In the middle of the night my mother seen my brother run across the hallway into the basement. She didn’t think anything of it so she went to bed. Next morning the rec room was a mess & my mom said what happened. Jr (14m) said someone was chasing him & he needed to protect himself so he threw whatever he can at this thing. My mom told him she seen him run down the hallway but nobody was after him.
Sister A now (24F) My sister has always seen shadow figure. She would see them while in the hospital ,on road trip, or in the house .
However one night my sister A (14f) and I (13F) chilling in the room watching vine & YT videos on different devices. I was on the bottom & she was at the top of the bunk bed. For context we had a closed ladder across the hallway between the bathroom & brother R’s room the ladder was used to get to the attic.the bathroom light was on all hours of the night because all my siblings & I get a eerie feeling when it’s pitched black. While we were chilling we randomly looked at the door. We seen a dark figured with an Afro which looked like Brother R(15m) at the time just standing on the ladder. I asked (14F) if she sees it too and replied yes . nitially I thought (15m) was just trying to scare us so I said “you can’t scare us” we were laughing & usually when (15m) gets caught tying to scare us he says something to us. So when it didn’t move or say anything that’s when I got scared & hid under the blankets and went to sleep. The next day I asked (15m) if he was standing on the ladder last night he responded no. Which than freaked me out. I thought maybe it was my late brother who passed in 2005 just checking in as he spent a lot of time in that house & he would have been the same height & build.
Mothers now (44F) Just for context my mother is a spiritual person & she seems to have these gifts.
When he was 16 he was up late at night gaming at the family computer while everyone was asleep. This night he heard loud banging coming from the ceiling & what seemed like the floor was shaking. He ditched the game & woke up our mom.
Other instances were everyone at some point would hear. random knocks on the front door & nobody would be there. Sounds of someone running up the stairs. Eerie feeling in one specific closet which we ended up boarding it up. Shadow figures.
In 2018 the house was sold & moved into a new place. My uncle drove by the old house in 2019 & seen the new homeowners in the yard. My uncle stops to talk to them saying that we use to live there & was wondering if he heard or seen anything in there. The homeowners said they constantly hear strange noises & things being moved. Right there I knew maybe my family & I weren’t going through group psychosis.
Now that I have finished a psych degree a part of me wants to believe that what we experienced maybe a physical manifestation of some of our fears or even our brains coping with grief or sleep disorders or some kind of science explanation. The other part of me believes the spiritual/religious reasoning behind these encounters. Whenever I had friends over they would get an eerie feeling but would never spent the night because they felt scared. my friends growing up didn’t know what was going on in that house. So who knows 🤷🏽♀️
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I’m currently (23F)
1st encounter. One night when I was 10 I woke up feeling unwell and when I got to the stairs to go downstairs to my parents bedroom. I seen a girl in a white gown with long black hair covering parts of her face it looked like she was soaked& unhappy. I ran into my room hid under the blanket & slept it off as I was too scared to go downstairs to turn the lights on.
Current Theories: my mom believes it may be her cousin katie. whose plane crashed in lake Winnipeg in 1999along with her sister & pilot . No plane,debris or bodies ever found I think the only one piece of clothing was found. Nothing was found or even evidence in the water indicating a plane crash. My descriptions of what I seen that night said matched Katie’s description. Her being soaked & unhappy explains why my mom thinks it her b/c she also died on her birthday.
2nd/ 3rd encounter when I was 16 I went into my basement pantry to grab ketchup. As I was on the last few steps of the stairs I heard what sounded like my mom call my name coming from one of the rooms. Although I knew my mom was upstairs in the living room watching tv but I thought maybe she somehow came down without me noticing. I checked the laundry & rec room no sight of her so I brushed it off. As soon as I got to the pantry & grabbed the ketchup bottle that’s when I heard my name again but this time it was right by my ear. I ditched the ketchup & booked it back to the main floor. Few days go by I came home from school during lunch hours. Nobody was home & I went upstairs to my room to grab something & I heard my front door open & shut. I initially thought maybe my brother came home but upon looking nobody was home. I was to sacred to check the basement because of what happened days before & I left the house as quick as possible.
4th encounter this happened in August. When I was 16 my brother (18m) forced my brothers (14m) (12m) my sister (17f) & I to play the oujia board. For context our great grandfather passed away a week earlier & our parents were away this day to drop things off at our grandparents. Nothing happened during the oujia board session. The same night I went back to the basement it was dark not thinking anything ominous was going to happen. As I got to the last step I looked in the rec & what looked like a devil figure poking out from the room. I booked it up the stairs again. Roughly around this time my parents arrived back & I told them what I seen & the oujia board. Oh boy she was mad that we did the oujia board. That night my mom smudged the whole house with sage. Just recently I was watching a paranormal series on Netflix & in one of the episodes it showed the same demonic thing I seen in my basement. Initially I thought it was hallucinatios.
Months after we got a medicine man to bless our home to keeps all the bad energy or spirits away. But it didn’t work
Brother R experience now (25m) first encounter (16m) he was chilling in his bedroom when suddenly his alarm clock was thrown across the room. 2nd encounter was around the same time when I had my second paranormal encounter. He said he heard what sounded like our mom ask him to come find her. For whatever reason he decided to look out the living room window only to see her walking back from the store. When she came inside the house that’s when my brother told her what he heard.
3rd encounter my brother R (18m) was playing hide & seek with brother C (6m). (18m) knew (6m) went into the other room. However (18m) said he seen a figure same height & size as of (6m) run into his bedroom but he checked anyways & no brother in sight. (18m) checked the bedroom he knew (6m) was hiding in & there he was.
Jr now (19m) In the middle of the night my mother seen my brother run across the hallway into the basement. She didn’t think anything of it so she went to bed. Next morning the rec room was a mess & my mom said what happened. Jr (14m) said someone was chasing him & he needed to protect himself so he threw whatever he can at this thing. My mom told him she seen him run down the hallway but nobody was after him.
Sister A now (24F) My sister has always seen shadow figure. She would see them while in the hospital ,on road trip, or in the house .
However one night my sister A (14f) and I (13F) chilling in the room watching vine & YT videos on different devices. I was on the bottom & she was at the top of the bunk bed. For context we had a closed ladder across the hallway between the bathroom & brother R’s room the ladder was used to get to the attic.the bathroom light was on all hours of the night because all my siblings & I get a eerie feeling when it’s pitched black. While we were chilling we randomly looked at the door. We seen a dark figured with an Afro which looked like Brother R(15m) at the time just standing on the ladder. I asked (14F) if she sees it too and replied yes . nitially I thought (15m) was just trying to scare us so I said “you can’t scare us” we were laughing & usually when (15m) gets caught tying to scare us he says something to us. So when it didn’t move or say anything that’s when I got scared & hid under the blankets and went to sleep. The next day I asked (15m) if he was standing on the ladder last night he responded no. Which than freaked me out. I thought maybe it was my late brother who passed in 2005 just checking in as he spent a lot of time in that house & he would have been the same height & build.
Mothers now (44F) Just for context my mother is a spiritual person & she seems to have these gifts.
- Around 2007 just 2 years after her step son (22m) passed away from being murdered still unsolved to this day ( which will play a role later). Her and (22m) didn’t have the best relationship before he passed as he lied & blamed her for stealing jewelry from her husbands closet. Long story short he (22m)returned it & never apologized for it before he died. Few weeks after she is home from giving birth she went into the kitchen to get the baby his milk & she seen her deceased stepson as clear as day just standing there. She runs into the living room & holds her newborn in shocked. She kept having dreams of (22m) he kept appearing unhappy. She kept getting dreams of what now she thinks the moments leading up to his death but the dreams were not clear & it would only show half the bodies. At the time a few people would appear in the dreams not knowing years later they would be primary suspect.
- She witness the bible flew from the Tv stand onto the floor. Her keys kept being moved to strange places for example she would place her keys on the Tv stand & than it would be found in between the bookcases & the Speaker which is a tight squeeze.
- Few months after my greatgrand father passed away, she would see Brother C (6m) would say “papa is here” while pointing in the hallway & “papa is okay”
- My mom would see shadow figures go into the basement & our dog at the time would bark from the top of the stairs looking down at the basement.
- My mom was at school one day during a ceremonial circle. She said a spirit came to her saying “tell my daughter I’m at peace & everything is okay” mind you my mom did not know her mother passed away or how she looked like nor was she close to this class mate. After the class ended she pulled her aside & told her what happened she bawled her eyes out & told my mom that they just buried her mother just recently & this was the closure she needed. (I don’t remember the exact kind of identify info was Passed to my mom) I’ll add it when my mom gets back to me
- Two separate instances my mom got a dream from a past loved one & they would come to her in her dream saying “they’re coming home” or “they’ll be okay” a few hours of that dream they would pass away.
When he was 16 he was up late at night gaming at the family computer while everyone was asleep. This night he heard loud banging coming from the ceiling & what seemed like the floor was shaking. He ditched the game & woke up our mom.
Other instances were everyone at some point would hear. random knocks on the front door & nobody would be there. Sounds of someone running up the stairs. Eerie feeling in one specific closet which we ended up boarding it up. Shadow figures.
In 2018 the house was sold & moved into a new place. My uncle drove by the old house in 2019 & seen the new homeowners in the yard. My uncle stops to talk to them saying that we use to live there & was wondering if he heard or seen anything in there. The homeowners said they constantly hear strange noises & things being moved. Right there I knew maybe my family & I weren’t going through group psychosis.
Now that I have finished a psych degree a part of me wants to believe that what we experienced maybe a physical manifestation of some of our fears or even our brains coping with grief or sleep disorders or some kind of science explanation. The other part of me believes the spiritual/religious reasoning behind these encounters. Whenever I had friends over they would get an eerie feeling but would never spent the night because they felt scared. my friends growing up didn’t know what was going on in that house. So who knows 🤷🏽♀️
2024.05.18 07:29 sweetlibertea No one in the family likes my brother's fiancee due to her own actions, and I'm not really sure how much longer I can retain my sanity and play nice. I really miss my brother, but at this point I'm almost considering him a lost cause.
I (27F) have an older brother, 33M. We didn't get along very much as kids due to the age gap, not for my lack of trying. I never really understood why my brother didn't really like spending time with me, because he was one of my favorite people in the world, despite all his bullying.
For context, I'll give some examples of what my brother has done to me over the years with some vague age ranges of when they occurred.
When I was about 3, my brother convinced me that red was orange and orange was red because I was learning my colors in preschool. He also used to steal food like tater tots off my little high chair tray and would pretend he didn't do anything when my mom checked on why I was crying (I was NOT a fussy baby/toddler, so it set off alarm bells when I did.)
I think when I was 4 or 5, my brother came into my room after I had already been put to bed, and he woke me up. Thing is, he was hovering over me with a scary mask on, only the hallway light, and a butterknife. Not sure I really have to explain why that was traumatic. I'm still afraid of masks to this day.
When I was around 10-12, my brother kept drinking all the milk or kool aid that I would make and never replenish/remake it. I told him to stop, he wouldn't, of course. My mom was fostering other children and didn't have time for squabbles like this. So I very visibly spit on top of the kool aid pitcher and left the lid off so it was seen. What does my (reminder, 17-19) brother do? He wrenches the bowl of cereal I'm currently eating out of my hands, spits in it, and shoves it back at me hard enough that it spilled all over me. Now, I'm not an angry person. I'm not a violent person. But I was still a child and fed up with being bullied by someone who was/almost an adult. I never tried getting physical before because I was so much smaller, but I hit puberty kind of early. So I splashed the bowl back at him to see how he liked it. He threw me to the ground and hit me. My mom had to break us up and told us we were both to blame, so he didn't even get punished.
Several times, he would turn the lights off on me when I was on the other side of the room in the basement away from the switch, because I was afraid of the dark for a very long time.
We had Sonic Adventure 2 we shared. If we ever fought about something, or I reminded him it was my turn, he threatened to say goodbye forever to my chao. I am extremely soft hearted so that accomplished what he wanted.
Sometimes I would notice my things go missing. I had assumed maybe my mom put them away somewhere and forgot, but I'm pretty sure I know what happened to them. Especially gamecube games-- Those discs were tiny! He was pawning them for drug and booze money. One time he was drunk and admitted he had been selling his adderall for other drugs. That came to a head one terrible Christmas Eve. Brother was home for the holiday and I'm not very clear on what events led up to it, but my parents caught my brother in the bathroom with a baggie of various drugs that he was already doing. He insisted it was just weed, but my parents didn't believe that. I wouldn't know, I only briefly saw the bag, but it was full of both a large green ball of like leaves and lots of white powder. It was a vicious screaming match for a few hours. I hid out in my room on a different floor and played a video game as loud as I could so I didn't have to hear my family. The screams died down after a while, and I cautiously went out of my room. My brother had left the house for a while. I had a few holiday assignments and decided to just crank them out while my family cooled off, and I did it at the dining room table because that's where our Christmas tree was too and I desperately needed that good cheer magic. I was quietly writing, not saying anything, not making much noise, when my brother came back in the house. He stopped off at the kitchen for something and muttered something rude and belittling to me. At this point I'm a preeten-early teen and he had already ruined the day that had always been magical to me before, as my grandma used to stay over with us on Christmas Eve. She had died rather recently at the time. And I can't tell you exactly what I said. I think I've blocked out as much as I can. I made some snide remark, something like 'at least I don't do drugs' and in the next second I was yanked out of my chair. My brother picked me up by the neck and slammed me against the wall. I know I clawed and kicked against the wall as hard as I could. I blacked out, and I woke up on the floor with my parents absolutely screaming at him that he could have killed me. As a side note to the whole ordeal, he never apologized, and it's made my adult life a lot harder as weed becomes more and more commonplace. Just the thought of it used to send me in a panic attack, I could feel the hands choking me again. I've gotten better about dealing with it, but I still refuse to have it in any part of my life whatsoever. It's cost me a few relationships.
When I was in college, my brother had moved back in with me and my parents because his girlfriend dumped him for being a piece of shit that worked at walmart and did nothing but drink all day despite having a state paid scholarship, that he wasted, because he couldn't keep his GPA above 2.8. He was a music major. The classes he took were things like 'History of Jimi Hendrix' and 'The Beatles'. He just partied too much to even attend class. He took the dog they got with him, not at all prepared for her. The dog is a high energy breed that is difficult to train, and we had two small 5-10 pound dogs at home. At 1 year old, bro's dog was about 30 pounds. He often left for several hours during summers/breaks when I was home, without telling anyone, knowing that I would either hear the dog cry if he crated them and feel bad and let them out or that I wouldn't banish them to a crate if they were already in a room with me. The dog bullied our other dogs and bit at everyone. Dog was incredibly overly protective of my brother-- Trait of the breed. I was back at college for a few months and had spent a good month mourning the loss of a 5 year relationship. I never really heard anything from him. Then out of the blue, my brother asks me if I can let him and dog stay for the night (we live 2 hours from the college) because my mom had kicked him out. The dog had bit her and she snapped at my brother to control his f'ing dog and he responded by calling her, the woman who birthed him, payed for his other college costs, paid back loans he promised to pay to other family members, never charged him rent, and he called her a f'ing female dog. She snapped. While I agree that my mom was completely in the right to do that, I have too soft of a heart to just leave him with nowhere to go. He promised it was just a night so he could get in touch with some friends closer to home and figure shit out. I let him come to me.
I really regret that decision.
At the time I had a new roommate (she was very nice though, I liked her) and a sort of FWB who doted on me for a little while. I texted FWB and asked if he could bring some alcohol by-- I was still 19 at the time, underage to buy it, but FWB was old enough and agreed the man could probably do with a drink. We stayed out on our little porch area to make sure that we wouldn't be disturbing my roomie in any way while we socialized. My brother got really wasted. He told me terrible things about our deceased grandmother (who he knew I had really loved growing up, and had no idea about who she really was because she had always loved me). And he laughed. He laughed when he saw the discomfort on my face. My FWB was feeling pretty bad for me and suggested we go to bed because it was also like 3 in the morning and both of us had class in the morning, so we go inside. The apartment has a shared common room/living room, little kitchen area, and laundry closet. My bedroom is on one side and roomie's was on the other-- Both bathrooms are also ensuite to the bedroom. So I went in and changed out of my clothes into something comfier to sleep in and crawled into my bed, letting my brother do his own thing in the bathroom. I'm just trying to rest and suddenly my brother is pulling me out of my bed and dragging me out of my own room. He's yelling that he's taking my bed, did I really expect him to take the couch? And I'm not very confrontational. I'm flustered, tired, and honestly a little afraid after the neck choke incident. FWB steps in like a hero and tries to calmly explain that its my bed, and I will sleep in it, I have been kind enough to let him stay and he should not be so ungrateful. Brother fucking loses his mind. Starts screaming his head off about how selfish I am and how reliant I am on our parents and won't be able to do anything on my own as an adult (I was financially dependent on my parents at 19 while in college, shocker). He starts drunkenly trying to pick up his dog's toys and searching for his keys, and both FWB and I step in and tell him he can't go driving like this, after like half a bottle of fireball. He at least needs to sober up before he can drive. I stand in front of the front door, as my brother is still searching for his keys, and there is no way I'm letting him out of here right now. Brother has found his keys, and starts pulling at me and hurting me. Lucky for me, FWB had been a pretty good wrestler in highschool. He got my brother pinned down and I snatched the keys, hiding over by the sink in case I had to throw them in there. He's screaming his head off and my poor roommate comes out and asks what the hell is going on because she knows I'm very quiet and tend to keep visitors in my room. I'm like half sobbing trying to explain and the FWB, still pinning my brother, tells her that we're trying to keep him from drunk driving. My roommate does not play around with that. She was in nursing school, and had recently lost a friend to a drunk driver. I don't know how it worked, but she put on her stern nurse tone and told my brother that he was free to leave when he sobered up, or she herself would be calling the cops on him, and both me and FWB could press additional charges for assault. He reluctantly agreed to this condition and FWB let him off the floor, but sat in front of the front door just in case. When he was sobered up, he left, saying 'I hope you like mom and dad, because I'm not your family anymore'.
And that was devastating. I couldn't stop crying. My FWB went back to bed with me and laid me down in bed and let me cry until I passed out. He skipped his class that day to be there for me. I know I don't paint a good picture of my brother, but I did/do love him. I thought now that we were older that he'd mellowed out and we could be good friends like I always wanted. I mean, I made like 300 fake facebook accounts back in the day to vote for his band to be a headliner at a large concert. Just a few years prior when he was home on a break he introduced me to a TV show we binged and he let my lay on his shoulder. (I was/am very touch starved but paralyzed by fear that I'm annoying the other person, and all my friends were made later in life and are states away). When Pokemon Go came out we would take late night drives around quiet places of town while hunting pokemon together. We traded off the controller on online battlefield games and compared scores and the most ridiculous deaths. I really thought that he loved me too, finally, after years of resentment.
He didn't speak to me for 2 years. I didn't find out until later, but my parents lied for him on my behalf that he still loved me and was just annoyed, and gave me birthday/christmas presents that they told me had been from him, just that he was working. I really treasured those objects when I didn't know the truth about them. I got a really stupid mug with the first letter of my name on it in pink and zebra print (two things I don't really enjoy) but I used that thing every single day.
So, these are glimpses into my previous relationship with my brother. I don't really remember when he started speaking to me again, but I sure know he never apologized. He had finally hit rock bottom and asked my father to put in a good word for him at (insert facility with decent pay and good benefits but hard work), which he had previously rejected by telling my parents that it was a shit job. My brother's name got put closer to the top of the resumes. He got in. It wasn't easy work, or comfy sometimes, but it paid well enough to endure that, I guess. My brother used to be rather athletic.
Between the cut off point and then, my brother had worked at a (also generic job) a town or two over and hated the commute. He also happened to find a girlfriend with an apartment sort of close by. She didn't like having him over because of his dog, and almost never let him do any overnight. But now that my brother had a better paying job, she was willing to move in with him, of course. My brother bought a house in our home town and she came with it. She pays a ridiculously low amount of rent to my brother.
If she was home and brother wasn't, the dog stayed crated up because she didn't want to deal with it. Both of them worked, but her job isn't at all difficult. And yet somehow, sometimes pulling doubles, my brother ended up doing most of everything. My brother, who didn't learn to do his laundry until his 20s, ate pizza every single day, and had left used condoms on the floor of his bedroom in our parents house when he left. He did most of the cooking because she says she's bad at it. But will make pies for her mom. When the holidays came around, instead of discussing or rotating, they will always go to her family first. If my brother can come to ours at all. He often misses entire occassions (we don't go out big, but like, cmon. Hand your dad the gift card on his birthday at least, not 2 weeks later).
I also used to get to hangout or see my brother sometimes. Maybe once every few weeks, and it was fun! It was the friendship I had always dreamt of. Now I can't even get him to do anything online with me from the comfort of his own home. I don't have a single text from him this year past 1/27.
At first, we all understood. She was quirky. I was quirky. We share several similar traits and interests. I used to like that and be excited to have a family member like me, but now I dread the day she becomes family.
Let's start with the smoking car. Me and my parents were driving near his street so we could cut through to the highway, and out of nowhere, black smoke starts coming from the hood. My father tells me and my mom to get out and he'll get it to my brother's and out of the road to look at it and see what was going on. This was like.... early August. It was very hot outside. Since I've 'been in the house before' and 'know what it's like' I am 'allowed' to come into my brother's house to cool off. But GF refuses letting in either of them, referring to the messy state of the house. Which, okay, fair-- But its HER messes. My brother cleans up after her. I learned later that GF snapped at him about his family always coming over unannounced and how she has to hurry to put on a bra and everything is messy and we can't just drop in its rude! She says, as her mother and brother do the exact same thing, in a house she doesn't own. But my family let it be water under the bridge for now. My brother called me a f'in a'hole for telling my mom about the conversation. Because my mom was livid.
The next thing is my father. My dad's family has a pretty big history of strokes and heart attacks, and he's had one heart attack. My dad had been in pain all day and he finally gave up at about 3AM and woke my mom up to drive him to the hospital. I don't have a license at this point, so there's little that I can do. My mom says the surgery he probably needs isn't even done here and they're transferring him, my mom asked me to keep my brother in the loop. So I told him about this and about the time they would reach the hospital, because my mom dad gran and I share locations. I asked if he would take me up, I had a bag full of things that might make him more comfortable or less stressed. The hospital they're taking our dad to is a little over an hour away. Everyone is more or less frantic. My brother is talking to work for him, I'm making sure that for however many hours that our pets will be okay and talking to my mom's work. We drive there and nothing major happens, but it was so... Uncomfortable? Tense. The thing that's hurting my dad is a blocked or enlarged blood vessel that cuts off oxygen to the tissue around it, which, cells die, and you really need your colon, the area my dad has an issue with. The thing is, until they can do the surgery, it was like he was a ticking time bomb. My brother takes me home when visitor hours are over and I hold my dogs tight. The next day is filled with lots of pricks pokes and prods at my dad so we don't go that day. We do go the day after, Friday. My brother's GF is in the truck with him. I'm not really paying attention to much of anything because for all we know my dad could die before we got there. Brothers' GF goes to get some snacks from the long drive and the fact that she's not exactly family yet. My brother, mom and I rotate who is away in the cafe and eating with GF. I see GF and my brother whispering angrily at each other. She's tugging at his arm. I manage to pick up 'We're going to miss my mom's dinner!" And I am just stunned. Her mother has a small family dinner every single friday and makes meatloaf. His GF wanted us to head back from our critical father, because she didn't want to miss a weekly event. And I really have to hand it to my brother for not snapping right then and there. He waited until we were in his truck and out of the hospital parking lot and says "How in the f'ck do you say something to me like that? Like, for real, wtf!" GF starts crying and says its a family tradition and her mom is all she has left-- False. She has her mom, sister, and brother, at least. Her father died in a car incident that hospitalized her as a kid. So my brother snaps again like 'are you seriously telling me you value a f'ing loaf of meat over a life? we have no idea what will happen, my dad could die within the hour and i'm not there, he could die tomorrow, how long d-" And GF cuts him off wailing that her dad is dead. Which, yes, is a horrifyingly traumatic experience. But she does not get to play the 'my dad is dead' card ten years after the fact, to justify leaving our possibly dying father before visiting hours ended. She tried to emotionally blackmail my brother by apologizing to me through tears that this must be so hard for me but honestly I was doing my best to block it out, staring at pictures of dogs in hammocks. I shared my brother's sentiment.
But wait, there's more! Remember that car accident GF had years ago? You would think that, if nothing else, she would be empathetic for someone/their family in a car crash? You'd be wrong! I was rear ended at 60 mph right in front of my house after coming home from work (the ambulance took me straight back to work lmao). The physical damage to me was pretty minimal, bruises and a sprained ankle because my foot was pressed on the brake, waiting for an opportunity to cross into the driveway. This was late October 2020. Covid regulations were pretty strict. So I was alone in a room for a while and in pain. My parents had followed the ambulance. My dad had actually heard the crash and went 'huh she usually comes home now' and runs over after seeing the wreckage. My parents had the crash footage, grainy, but there thanks to the cameras set up outside our house. I hadn't realized it by that point but I had a pretty good concussion, and I was hurt, and scared. I was texting my mom constantly but my dad had left his phone at home in the rush to get my mom and she hadn't charged her phone, they'd been in the parking lot for like an hour and a half already. They promised me they'd be back soon, they'll just pop in and let my brother know since he lives nearby. My parents didn't even ask to like, stay and sit with them instead of a cold car. My mom asked to pee and to borrow a charging cable (they had one, GF has the same model phone) given the, you know, situation. My brother barely cracked the door to speak with them. He said no, because GF was uncomfortable, because they were waiting for their second negative test to come in. Read that again. They had tested negative. It's not like my mom would go near anyone to the bathroom either-- The back door that's used more often is literally inches away from the bathroom door. My brother didn't even try to argue with his GF about his own home and some empathy for someone else dealing with a car crash. It absolutely disgusted my parents. And later on brother told me he got another earful about our parents just dropping in without notice and its like? Excuse me? Its his house!
Unfortunately, a tire popped on my parents' car when we were nearby. It was like, 3 years since the first issue with the car. I went inside and asked my brother to let my mom in because its raining. GF did not like that, and didn't realize I could overhear her down the hall, arguing with my brother and his family again. I went over the next day to my brother and he was actively cleaning up GF's mess so it wouldn't be as 'embarassing' for her. I sat him down and talked to him as realistically as I could. I have depression, anxiety, emotional abuse trauma, agorophobia, and very few friends. But I'm okay. He started very quietly expressing his frustration towards GF. She doesn't do much around the house or contribute financially, lets her family over but not his, him doing most of the cooking despite regularly pulling 12s. I sat there calmly, because of course I knew this. This is what makes the situation somewhat even more sticky. I asked my brother, "Do you actually love someone like that? Or are you afraid to be alone?" He's been in one relationship or another for most of my life. Lately he had been confiding in me about how bad his mental health was falling and I was like 'that's not a slump, that's. that's depression.' So when I asked my brother the question, he hesitated. That spoke loudly enough in my opinion. But then I also saw my brother's face crumpling as he admitted he just didn't want to be alone. GF wants babies but my brother knows with her medical history and condition on top of being so lazy and bluntly told me she would not be a good mother and hopes to God that day doesn't come. He is so unhappy being with her. We both heard the rustling of a comforter and my brother lowered his panicky voice and asked me to leave so she doesn't see me here. That is incredibly messed up, especially since its his name on the house. I haven't seen my brother at his house since then, and that was over 2 years ago.
During COVID, GF started working from home, and it stayed that way. My brother still takes care of most things.
In the mean time, he's proposed to her. Yeah. I managed to save things when all our faces dropped at the Christmas dinner he announced their engagement at. My brother calls her by a nickname that was also the name of a beloved family dog that had passed away only one month ago. My dad and my reactions at that time were genuine confusion and sadness about him bringing up our passed pet. Everything was pretty quiet after that. When we got home, I texted my brother and told him that hearing our dog's name in conversation after losing her so recently shattered us, be we were, in fact, happy for his engagement.
I lied.
None of us want him to marry her. I dread the day that I get a wedding invitation or GF shows up pregnant. She would be a terrible mother. My brother is aware of the fact that my parents think she's a rude, inconsiderate brat that only thinks of herself, from that earlier conversation that I talked to my parents about. My mom snapped that they don't have to like her, all they were required to do was be civil, and we are, so shut up.
At larger family functions GF tends to gravitate around me. Like I said, we have similar interests and personalities. And I have never told her to get lost or had it in me to upfront tell her we don't like her. I am absolutely horrible at confrontation, but my patience is wearing thin.
Last year my parents set up brunch for Mother's Day. We were at the table when my brother called and said they were going to urgent care because GF had another one of her migraines that make her vomit. Which, she takes medicine and has injectable solutions. Some situation always comes up with her right before my brother would come to us.
My parents tried again with the Mother's Day brunch last week. On the day of, he said that he was too tired to come, can we try next week? Please insert the eyeroll of the century.
Because of our clear dislike, my brother doesn't often bring his GF around anymore on the offchance she lets him. It occurred to me that my parents planned the same brunch as last year, and I was dreading my question. "Is GF coming with us for brunch?" They don't know. All my brother did was confirm the time and place. The thought of having to deal with her in the morning and pretend that I don't see her for what she is, is already exhausting me. I can barely get my brother to even play online with me. I feel like this has been festering long enough that at some point, its all going to overflow at once. But I am absolutely disgusted by how she takes advantage of my brother's fear of being alone and how the world revolves around her.
I had a dream the other day, actually, it was a good dream. I was at their wedding, and the priest guy said the standard 'speak now or hold your peace' and I stood up and loudly shouted OBJECTION! Every single person in the room turned to look at me, one because I don't raise my voice like that, two my patience is vast, and three, to upset me to this level of shouldering my anxiety by making a spectacle of myself. I then explained every detail, especially how much she was charged for rent, that my brother admitted he wasn't happy, and I wanted better for him than to just be an ATM maid.
If I bring this up to my brother again, I may lose him forever. But if I don't, he may be miserable together. And on the third side-- Do I actually really want my brothers' friendship at this point? Like, I'm definitely fed up dealing with his GF like she is. Plus, I pointed out and reiterated to him before that he admitted he wasn't happy.
I am very, very quiet by default. Never got into much trouble. I was and still am a gentle soul at my core being. If things get to a point where I cross lines of polite manners and call someone out on their bs, people around know that someone did something almost unforgivable. I'm wondering if my brother would know that.
TLDR; Brother's fiancee is disliked for good reason. My brother has isolated. I miss him, but also never want to see him again. I want to remind him that this marriage isn't a good idea, but I don't want to antagonize him.
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For context, I'll give some examples of what my brother has done to me over the years with some vague age ranges of when they occurred.
When I was about 3, my brother convinced me that red was orange and orange was red because I was learning my colors in preschool. He also used to steal food like tater tots off my little high chair tray and would pretend he didn't do anything when my mom checked on why I was crying (I was NOT a fussy baby/toddler, so it set off alarm bells when I did.)
I think when I was 4 or 5, my brother came into my room after I had already been put to bed, and he woke me up. Thing is, he was hovering over me with a scary mask on, only the hallway light, and a butterknife. Not sure I really have to explain why that was traumatic. I'm still afraid of masks to this day.
When I was around 10-12, my brother kept drinking all the milk or kool aid that I would make and never replenish/remake it. I told him to stop, he wouldn't, of course. My mom was fostering other children and didn't have time for squabbles like this. So I very visibly spit on top of the kool aid pitcher and left the lid off so it was seen. What does my (reminder, 17-19) brother do? He wrenches the bowl of cereal I'm currently eating out of my hands, spits in it, and shoves it back at me hard enough that it spilled all over me. Now, I'm not an angry person. I'm not a violent person. But I was still a child and fed up with being bullied by someone who was/almost an adult. I never tried getting physical before because I was so much smaller, but I hit puberty kind of early. So I splashed the bowl back at him to see how he liked it. He threw me to the ground and hit me. My mom had to break us up and told us we were both to blame, so he didn't even get punished.
Several times, he would turn the lights off on me when I was on the other side of the room in the basement away from the switch, because I was afraid of the dark for a very long time.
We had Sonic Adventure 2 we shared. If we ever fought about something, or I reminded him it was my turn, he threatened to say goodbye forever to my chao. I am extremely soft hearted so that accomplished what he wanted.
Sometimes I would notice my things go missing. I had assumed maybe my mom put them away somewhere and forgot, but I'm pretty sure I know what happened to them. Especially gamecube games-- Those discs were tiny! He was pawning them for drug and booze money. One time he was drunk and admitted he had been selling his adderall for other drugs. That came to a head one terrible Christmas Eve. Brother was home for the holiday and I'm not very clear on what events led up to it, but my parents caught my brother in the bathroom with a baggie of various drugs that he was already doing. He insisted it was just weed, but my parents didn't believe that. I wouldn't know, I only briefly saw the bag, but it was full of both a large green ball of like leaves and lots of white powder. It was a vicious screaming match for a few hours. I hid out in my room on a different floor and played a video game as loud as I could so I didn't have to hear my family. The screams died down after a while, and I cautiously went out of my room. My brother had left the house for a while. I had a few holiday assignments and decided to just crank them out while my family cooled off, and I did it at the dining room table because that's where our Christmas tree was too and I desperately needed that good cheer magic. I was quietly writing, not saying anything, not making much noise, when my brother came back in the house. He stopped off at the kitchen for something and muttered something rude and belittling to me. At this point I'm a preeten-early teen and he had already ruined the day that had always been magical to me before, as my grandma used to stay over with us on Christmas Eve. She had died rather recently at the time. And I can't tell you exactly what I said. I think I've blocked out as much as I can. I made some snide remark, something like 'at least I don't do drugs' and in the next second I was yanked out of my chair. My brother picked me up by the neck and slammed me against the wall. I know I clawed and kicked against the wall as hard as I could. I blacked out, and I woke up on the floor with my parents absolutely screaming at him that he could have killed me. As a side note to the whole ordeal, he never apologized, and it's made my adult life a lot harder as weed becomes more and more commonplace. Just the thought of it used to send me in a panic attack, I could feel the hands choking me again. I've gotten better about dealing with it, but I still refuse to have it in any part of my life whatsoever. It's cost me a few relationships.
When I was in college, my brother had moved back in with me and my parents because his girlfriend dumped him for being a piece of shit that worked at walmart and did nothing but drink all day despite having a state paid scholarship, that he wasted, because he couldn't keep his GPA above 2.8. He was a music major. The classes he took were things like 'History of Jimi Hendrix' and 'The Beatles'. He just partied too much to even attend class. He took the dog they got with him, not at all prepared for her. The dog is a high energy breed that is difficult to train, and we had two small 5-10 pound dogs at home. At 1 year old, bro's dog was about 30 pounds. He often left for several hours during summers/breaks when I was home, without telling anyone, knowing that I would either hear the dog cry if he crated them and feel bad and let them out or that I wouldn't banish them to a crate if they were already in a room with me. The dog bullied our other dogs and bit at everyone. Dog was incredibly overly protective of my brother-- Trait of the breed. I was back at college for a few months and had spent a good month mourning the loss of a 5 year relationship. I never really heard anything from him. Then out of the blue, my brother asks me if I can let him and dog stay for the night (we live 2 hours from the college) because my mom had kicked him out. The dog had bit her and she snapped at my brother to control his f'ing dog and he responded by calling her, the woman who birthed him, payed for his other college costs, paid back loans he promised to pay to other family members, never charged him rent, and he called her a f'ing female dog. She snapped. While I agree that my mom was completely in the right to do that, I have too soft of a heart to just leave him with nowhere to go. He promised it was just a night so he could get in touch with some friends closer to home and figure shit out. I let him come to me.
I really regret that decision.
At the time I had a new roommate (she was very nice though, I liked her) and a sort of FWB who doted on me for a little while. I texted FWB and asked if he could bring some alcohol by-- I was still 19 at the time, underage to buy it, but FWB was old enough and agreed the man could probably do with a drink. We stayed out on our little porch area to make sure that we wouldn't be disturbing my roomie in any way while we socialized. My brother got really wasted. He told me terrible things about our deceased grandmother (who he knew I had really loved growing up, and had no idea about who she really was because she had always loved me). And he laughed. He laughed when he saw the discomfort on my face. My FWB was feeling pretty bad for me and suggested we go to bed because it was also like 3 in the morning and both of us had class in the morning, so we go inside. The apartment has a shared common room/living room, little kitchen area, and laundry closet. My bedroom is on one side and roomie's was on the other-- Both bathrooms are also ensuite to the bedroom. So I went in and changed out of my clothes into something comfier to sleep in and crawled into my bed, letting my brother do his own thing in the bathroom. I'm just trying to rest and suddenly my brother is pulling me out of my bed and dragging me out of my own room. He's yelling that he's taking my bed, did I really expect him to take the couch? And I'm not very confrontational. I'm flustered, tired, and honestly a little afraid after the neck choke incident. FWB steps in like a hero and tries to calmly explain that its my bed, and I will sleep in it, I have been kind enough to let him stay and he should not be so ungrateful. Brother fucking loses his mind. Starts screaming his head off about how selfish I am and how reliant I am on our parents and won't be able to do anything on my own as an adult (I was financially dependent on my parents at 19 while in college, shocker). He starts drunkenly trying to pick up his dog's toys and searching for his keys, and both FWB and I step in and tell him he can't go driving like this, after like half a bottle of fireball. He at least needs to sober up before he can drive. I stand in front of the front door, as my brother is still searching for his keys, and there is no way I'm letting him out of here right now. Brother has found his keys, and starts pulling at me and hurting me. Lucky for me, FWB had been a pretty good wrestler in highschool. He got my brother pinned down and I snatched the keys, hiding over by the sink in case I had to throw them in there. He's screaming his head off and my poor roommate comes out and asks what the hell is going on because she knows I'm very quiet and tend to keep visitors in my room. I'm like half sobbing trying to explain and the FWB, still pinning my brother, tells her that we're trying to keep him from drunk driving. My roommate does not play around with that. She was in nursing school, and had recently lost a friend to a drunk driver. I don't know how it worked, but she put on her stern nurse tone and told my brother that he was free to leave when he sobered up, or she herself would be calling the cops on him, and both me and FWB could press additional charges for assault. He reluctantly agreed to this condition and FWB let him off the floor, but sat in front of the front door just in case. When he was sobered up, he left, saying 'I hope you like mom and dad, because I'm not your family anymore'.
And that was devastating. I couldn't stop crying. My FWB went back to bed with me and laid me down in bed and let me cry until I passed out. He skipped his class that day to be there for me. I know I don't paint a good picture of my brother, but I did/do love him. I thought now that we were older that he'd mellowed out and we could be good friends like I always wanted. I mean, I made like 300 fake facebook accounts back in the day to vote for his band to be a headliner at a large concert. Just a few years prior when he was home on a break he introduced me to a TV show we binged and he let my lay on his shoulder. (I was/am very touch starved but paralyzed by fear that I'm annoying the other person, and all my friends were made later in life and are states away). When Pokemon Go came out we would take late night drives around quiet places of town while hunting pokemon together. We traded off the controller on online battlefield games and compared scores and the most ridiculous deaths. I really thought that he loved me too, finally, after years of resentment.
He didn't speak to me for 2 years. I didn't find out until later, but my parents lied for him on my behalf that he still loved me and was just annoyed, and gave me birthday/christmas presents that they told me had been from him, just that he was working. I really treasured those objects when I didn't know the truth about them. I got a really stupid mug with the first letter of my name on it in pink and zebra print (two things I don't really enjoy) but I used that thing every single day.
So, these are glimpses into my previous relationship with my brother. I don't really remember when he started speaking to me again, but I sure know he never apologized. He had finally hit rock bottom and asked my father to put in a good word for him at (insert facility with decent pay and good benefits but hard work), which he had previously rejected by telling my parents that it was a shit job. My brother's name got put closer to the top of the resumes. He got in. It wasn't easy work, or comfy sometimes, but it paid well enough to endure that, I guess. My brother used to be rather athletic.
Between the cut off point and then, my brother had worked at a (also generic job) a town or two over and hated the commute. He also happened to find a girlfriend with an apartment sort of close by. She didn't like having him over because of his dog, and almost never let him do any overnight. But now that my brother had a better paying job, she was willing to move in with him, of course. My brother bought a house in our home town and she came with it. She pays a ridiculously low amount of rent to my brother.
If she was home and brother wasn't, the dog stayed crated up because she didn't want to deal with it. Both of them worked, but her job isn't at all difficult. And yet somehow, sometimes pulling doubles, my brother ended up doing most of everything. My brother, who didn't learn to do his laundry until his 20s, ate pizza every single day, and had left used condoms on the floor of his bedroom in our parents house when he left. He did most of the cooking because she says she's bad at it. But will make pies for her mom. When the holidays came around, instead of discussing or rotating, they will always go to her family first. If my brother can come to ours at all. He often misses entire occassions (we don't go out big, but like, cmon. Hand your dad the gift card on his birthday at least, not 2 weeks later).
I also used to get to hangout or see my brother sometimes. Maybe once every few weeks, and it was fun! It was the friendship I had always dreamt of. Now I can't even get him to do anything online with me from the comfort of his own home. I don't have a single text from him this year past 1/27.
At first, we all understood. She was quirky. I was quirky. We share several similar traits and interests. I used to like that and be excited to have a family member like me, but now I dread the day she becomes family.
Let's start with the smoking car. Me and my parents were driving near his street so we could cut through to the highway, and out of nowhere, black smoke starts coming from the hood. My father tells me and my mom to get out and he'll get it to my brother's and out of the road to look at it and see what was going on. This was like.... early August. It was very hot outside. Since I've 'been in the house before' and 'know what it's like' I am 'allowed' to come into my brother's house to cool off. But GF refuses letting in either of them, referring to the messy state of the house. Which, okay, fair-- But its HER messes. My brother cleans up after her. I learned later that GF snapped at him about his family always coming over unannounced and how she has to hurry to put on a bra and everything is messy and we can't just drop in its rude! She says, as her mother and brother do the exact same thing, in a house she doesn't own. But my family let it be water under the bridge for now. My brother called me a f'in a'hole for telling my mom about the conversation. Because my mom was livid.
The next thing is my father. My dad's family has a pretty big history of strokes and heart attacks, and he's had one heart attack. My dad had been in pain all day and he finally gave up at about 3AM and woke my mom up to drive him to the hospital. I don't have a license at this point, so there's little that I can do. My mom says the surgery he probably needs isn't even done here and they're transferring him, my mom asked me to keep my brother in the loop. So I told him about this and about the time they would reach the hospital, because my mom dad gran and I share locations. I asked if he would take me up, I had a bag full of things that might make him more comfortable or less stressed. The hospital they're taking our dad to is a little over an hour away. Everyone is more or less frantic. My brother is talking to work for him, I'm making sure that for however many hours that our pets will be okay and talking to my mom's work. We drive there and nothing major happens, but it was so... Uncomfortable? Tense. The thing that's hurting my dad is a blocked or enlarged blood vessel that cuts off oxygen to the tissue around it, which, cells die, and you really need your colon, the area my dad has an issue with. The thing is, until they can do the surgery, it was like he was a ticking time bomb. My brother takes me home when visitor hours are over and I hold my dogs tight. The next day is filled with lots of pricks pokes and prods at my dad so we don't go that day. We do go the day after, Friday. My brother's GF is in the truck with him. I'm not really paying attention to much of anything because for all we know my dad could die before we got there. Brothers' GF goes to get some snacks from the long drive and the fact that she's not exactly family yet. My brother, mom and I rotate who is away in the cafe and eating with GF. I see GF and my brother whispering angrily at each other. She's tugging at his arm. I manage to pick up 'We're going to miss my mom's dinner!" And I am just stunned. Her mother has a small family dinner every single friday and makes meatloaf. His GF wanted us to head back from our critical father, because she didn't want to miss a weekly event. And I really have to hand it to my brother for not snapping right then and there. He waited until we were in his truck and out of the hospital parking lot and says "How in the f'ck do you say something to me like that? Like, for real, wtf!" GF starts crying and says its a family tradition and her mom is all she has left-- False. She has her mom, sister, and brother, at least. Her father died in a car incident that hospitalized her as a kid. So my brother snaps again like 'are you seriously telling me you value a f'ing loaf of meat over a life? we have no idea what will happen, my dad could die within the hour and i'm not there, he could die tomorrow, how long d-" And GF cuts him off wailing that her dad is dead. Which, yes, is a horrifyingly traumatic experience. But she does not get to play the 'my dad is dead' card ten years after the fact, to justify leaving our possibly dying father before visiting hours ended. She tried to emotionally blackmail my brother by apologizing to me through tears that this must be so hard for me but honestly I was doing my best to block it out, staring at pictures of dogs in hammocks. I shared my brother's sentiment.
But wait, there's more! Remember that car accident GF had years ago? You would think that, if nothing else, she would be empathetic for someone/their family in a car crash? You'd be wrong! I was rear ended at 60 mph right in front of my house after coming home from work (the ambulance took me straight back to work lmao). The physical damage to me was pretty minimal, bruises and a sprained ankle because my foot was pressed on the brake, waiting for an opportunity to cross into the driveway. This was late October 2020. Covid regulations were pretty strict. So I was alone in a room for a while and in pain. My parents had followed the ambulance. My dad had actually heard the crash and went 'huh she usually comes home now' and runs over after seeing the wreckage. My parents had the crash footage, grainy, but there thanks to the cameras set up outside our house. I hadn't realized it by that point but I had a pretty good concussion, and I was hurt, and scared. I was texting my mom constantly but my dad had left his phone at home in the rush to get my mom and she hadn't charged her phone, they'd been in the parking lot for like an hour and a half already. They promised me they'd be back soon, they'll just pop in and let my brother know since he lives nearby. My parents didn't even ask to like, stay and sit with them instead of a cold car. My mom asked to pee and to borrow a charging cable (they had one, GF has the same model phone) given the, you know, situation. My brother barely cracked the door to speak with them. He said no, because GF was uncomfortable, because they were waiting for their second negative test to come in. Read that again. They had tested negative. It's not like my mom would go near anyone to the bathroom either-- The back door that's used more often is literally inches away from the bathroom door. My brother didn't even try to argue with his GF about his own home and some empathy for someone else dealing with a car crash. It absolutely disgusted my parents. And later on brother told me he got another earful about our parents just dropping in without notice and its like? Excuse me? Its his house!
Unfortunately, a tire popped on my parents' car when we were nearby. It was like, 3 years since the first issue with the car. I went inside and asked my brother to let my mom in because its raining. GF did not like that, and didn't realize I could overhear her down the hall, arguing with my brother and his family again. I went over the next day to my brother and he was actively cleaning up GF's mess so it wouldn't be as 'embarassing' for her. I sat him down and talked to him as realistically as I could. I have depression, anxiety, emotional abuse trauma, agorophobia, and very few friends. But I'm okay. He started very quietly expressing his frustration towards GF. She doesn't do much around the house or contribute financially, lets her family over but not his, him doing most of the cooking despite regularly pulling 12s. I sat there calmly, because of course I knew this. This is what makes the situation somewhat even more sticky. I asked my brother, "Do you actually love someone like that? Or are you afraid to be alone?" He's been in one relationship or another for most of my life. Lately he had been confiding in me about how bad his mental health was falling and I was like 'that's not a slump, that's. that's depression.' So when I asked my brother the question, he hesitated. That spoke loudly enough in my opinion. But then I also saw my brother's face crumpling as he admitted he just didn't want to be alone. GF wants babies but my brother knows with her medical history and condition on top of being so lazy and bluntly told me she would not be a good mother and hopes to God that day doesn't come. He is so unhappy being with her. We both heard the rustling of a comforter and my brother lowered his panicky voice and asked me to leave so she doesn't see me here. That is incredibly messed up, especially since its his name on the house. I haven't seen my brother at his house since then, and that was over 2 years ago.
During COVID, GF started working from home, and it stayed that way. My brother still takes care of most things.
In the mean time, he's proposed to her. Yeah. I managed to save things when all our faces dropped at the Christmas dinner he announced their engagement at. My brother calls her by a nickname that was also the name of a beloved family dog that had passed away only one month ago. My dad and my reactions at that time were genuine confusion and sadness about him bringing up our passed pet. Everything was pretty quiet after that. When we got home, I texted my brother and told him that hearing our dog's name in conversation after losing her so recently shattered us, be we were, in fact, happy for his engagement.
I lied.
None of us want him to marry her. I dread the day that I get a wedding invitation or GF shows up pregnant. She would be a terrible mother. My brother is aware of the fact that my parents think she's a rude, inconsiderate brat that only thinks of herself, from that earlier conversation that I talked to my parents about. My mom snapped that they don't have to like her, all they were required to do was be civil, and we are, so shut up.
At larger family functions GF tends to gravitate around me. Like I said, we have similar interests and personalities. And I have never told her to get lost or had it in me to upfront tell her we don't like her. I am absolutely horrible at confrontation, but my patience is wearing thin.
Last year my parents set up brunch for Mother's Day. We were at the table when my brother called and said they were going to urgent care because GF had another one of her migraines that make her vomit. Which, she takes medicine and has injectable solutions. Some situation always comes up with her right before my brother would come to us.
My parents tried again with the Mother's Day brunch last week. On the day of, he said that he was too tired to come, can we try next week? Please insert the eyeroll of the century.
Because of our clear dislike, my brother doesn't often bring his GF around anymore on the offchance she lets him. It occurred to me that my parents planned the same brunch as last year, and I was dreading my question. "Is GF coming with us for brunch?" They don't know. All my brother did was confirm the time and place. The thought of having to deal with her in the morning and pretend that I don't see her for what she is, is already exhausting me. I can barely get my brother to even play online with me. I feel like this has been festering long enough that at some point, its all going to overflow at once. But I am absolutely disgusted by how she takes advantage of my brother's fear of being alone and how the world revolves around her.
I had a dream the other day, actually, it was a good dream. I was at their wedding, and the priest guy said the standard 'speak now or hold your peace' and I stood up and loudly shouted OBJECTION! Every single person in the room turned to look at me, one because I don't raise my voice like that, two my patience is vast, and three, to upset me to this level of shouldering my anxiety by making a spectacle of myself. I then explained every detail, especially how much she was charged for rent, that my brother admitted he wasn't happy, and I wanted better for him than to just be an ATM maid.
If I bring this up to my brother again, I may lose him forever. But if I don't, he may be miserable together. And on the third side-- Do I actually really want my brothers' friendship at this point? Like, I'm definitely fed up dealing with his GF like she is. Plus, I pointed out and reiterated to him before that he admitted he wasn't happy.
I am very, very quiet by default. Never got into much trouble. I was and still am a gentle soul at my core being. If things get to a point where I cross lines of polite manners and call someone out on their bs, people around know that someone did something almost unforgivable. I'm wondering if my brother would know that.
TLDR; Brother's fiancee is disliked for good reason. My brother has isolated. I miss him, but also never want to see him again. I want to remind him that this marriage isn't a good idea, but I don't want to antagonize him.
2024.05.18 01:37 UnindustrializedFox Looking for a specific shirt
 | So I’m looking for The Lonesome Jubilee tour t shirt. This photo here is my biological father in the most bad ass photo i could have of my deceased father. submitted by UnindustrializedFox to JohnMellencamp [link] [comments] He passed 28 days before I was born. Everything I hear or learn about him sounds like we would’ve been kindred souls. He loved music, and I try to connect with him through the music he listened to. My mom said this was his favourite shirt he had, he’d wear it day in day out. Anyways I’m looking to buy it but I can’t find it anywhere. Is anyone holding on to one that they’re ready to sell to me? I would really really appreciate it. It was his birthday yesterday and I’m currently at an aircraft museum (he was an aircraft engineer) sharing a Pilsner with him (his favourite beer) and I just thought I’d put feelers out there to see if anyone had one/knew where I could snag one. If not, thanks for reading !!! Hug your loved ones Happy may long 🫶 |
2024.05.16 20:45 detective_jones_ Famous psychic got everything wrong
I just came from a reading with a psychic medium and they pretty much told me nothing and got everything wrong. I'm quite disappointed because I do believe in psychics and the spirit world and this woman is regarded as the best psychic in the area and has lots of glowing reviews saying she gets names accurate and is amazing. She's been on TV and is somewhat of a celeb in the area. She's expensive too so I was pretty hopeful.
She started off asking me where I was from, if I had a boyfriend and what my job was...I was thinking em...I thought you were meant to know that stuff? Then says "who recently lost a baby in the family?" I was like "no one?". Then she started spouting off names "who is carl? collin? william? nicholas? richard?" like she just kept going and I was saying no to all of them because they were wrong and I have a small family. It was obvious she was guessing and I was kinda embarrassed for her. She told me my boyfriend works in a restaurant as if that was a fact and I was like "no actually, he works remote" and then doubled down saying "then who works in a restaurant?" and I literally don't know anyone who does so i was like...."no one I know of?" then said "who was gonna get a tattoo?" again....no one I know of. She said "who's birthday is in august?"...no one. She said "what's the connection with 3? are you one of 3 siblings or your mom or dad?"....nope. She also said "who has knee problems?" no one... I guess she got unlucky with me having a small family and her usual tactics didn't work. I was beginning to realise I had wasted my time and money.
Throughout the whole reading I was hoping to get a message from my deceased grandparents but there was nothing. I understand psychics may interpret things incorrectly sometimes or get messages mixed up but I mean, she literally didn't get anything right...at all. Not one name, nothing. It's not like she's some poor lady either trying to make a few bucks, she lives in a massive house and is obviously wealthy and has been doing readings for decades so I thought she was legit.
She asked to see pictures of my relatives so I showed her. Then when the reading was over and nothing was really said, she said she wanted to give me another reading next month free of charge and to send her the pictures of my family. When I left I did send her the pics. Is she just offering me a free reading so I don't leave a bad review? Do you think she's trying to use the pics to reverse image search online??
It's really made me doubt this whole psychic thing and I'm not sure I believe it anymore.
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She started off asking me where I was from, if I had a boyfriend and what my job was...I was thinking em...I thought you were meant to know that stuff? Then says "who recently lost a baby in the family?" I was like "no one?". Then she started spouting off names "who is carl? collin? william? nicholas? richard?" like she just kept going and I was saying no to all of them because they were wrong and I have a small family. It was obvious she was guessing and I was kinda embarrassed for her. She told me my boyfriend works in a restaurant as if that was a fact and I was like "no actually, he works remote" and then doubled down saying "then who works in a restaurant?" and I literally don't know anyone who does so i was like...."no one I know of?" then said "who was gonna get a tattoo?" again....no one I know of. She said "who's birthday is in august?"...no one. She said "what's the connection with 3? are you one of 3 siblings or your mom or dad?"....nope. She also said "who has knee problems?" no one... I guess she got unlucky with me having a small family and her usual tactics didn't work. I was beginning to realise I had wasted my time and money.
Throughout the whole reading I was hoping to get a message from my deceased grandparents but there was nothing. I understand psychics may interpret things incorrectly sometimes or get messages mixed up but I mean, she literally didn't get anything right...at all. Not one name, nothing. It's not like she's some poor lady either trying to make a few bucks, she lives in a massive house and is obviously wealthy and has been doing readings for decades so I thought she was legit.
She asked to see pictures of my relatives so I showed her. Then when the reading was over and nothing was really said, she said she wanted to give me another reading next month free of charge and to send her the pictures of my family. When I left I did send her the pics. Is she just offering me a free reading so I don't leave a bad review? Do you think she's trying to use the pics to reverse image search online??
It's really made me doubt this whole psychic thing and I'm not sure I believe it anymore.
2024.05.15 23:50 Hanah-PNP Helya Harlaw, Mistress and Commander of the Blue Sails.
PC
Reddit Account: Hanah-PNP
Discord Tag: hanahpnp
Name and House: Helya Harlaw
Age: 35
Cultural Group: Ironborn (Blue Sails)
Appearance: Thin and lithe build, Auburn hair with sea grey eyes
Trait: Mariner
Skill(s): Admiral (e), Medic(e), Navigator
Talent(s): Nautical Science, Fiddle music, Swimming
Negative Trait(s): Maimed (Cerebral Palsy, which I have named the windlass disease)
Starting Title(s): Mistress and Commander of the Blue Sails
Starting Location: Opening Event
Alternate Characters: N/A
AC
Name and House: Esgred Harlaw
Age: 28
Cultural Group: Ironborn (Blue Sails)
Appearance: The same auburn hair as her elder sister but a much more athletic build.
Trait: Hale
Skill(s): Avaricious(e), Axes
Talent(s): Swimming, Diving, Downing a pint in record time
Negative Trait(s): N/A
Starting Title(s): First Mate of the Blue Sails
Starting Location: Opening Event.
Alternate Characters: N/A
Helya Harlaw is the first born daughter of Arthur and Asha Harlaw. She was born in 10 BC, after a difficult pregnancy, and many were sure she would not survive infancy. It soon became clear that Helya was different. She could not walk or move as well as the other children of Harlaw did. The maester would describe her affliction as ‘windlass of the leg’ (maimed) due to the increasing tightness in her legs. Despite this, Helya was a bright yet quiet child, who spent more time at sea than ashore (Mariner). Her time at sea resulting in her own drowning, and led to her developing her own philosophy of the Drowned God. It was this that would form the basis for the philosophy of the Blue Sails.
More at home at sea than shore, Helya’s mastery of ships and instinctual understanding of sea was second to none (Admiral(e)) (Navigator)
In 2 AC, Helya witnessed Aegon’s Conquest and his suppression of the Iron Islands first hand. Arthur and Asha Harlaw were killed in the ensuing battles. Taking her younger sister, Esgred, and any other ironborn who would follow, she fled to sea, with whatever ships she could and made for any port that would host them. This event would bring together those that fled the islands, more than ever. Cripples, Bastards, Broken things, grey beards, crones, the slag of the Iron Islands, their survival relied on each other.
In 6AC, inspired by her own understanding of the Drowned God, and in response to the suffering she witnessed four years before, Helya founded the Blue Sails, swearing to popular support from her crew, to never return to the Old Way that had brought such ruin to their people. They would serve the weak and innocent, protecting them from injustice from the Sunset to Shivering Seas, using the rites of the Drowned God (Medic(e)). Together, they raised their distinctive sails of blue cloth.
For the next decade, Helya and the Blue Sails worked contract to contract and as traders back and forth across the Narrow Sea.
In 17AC, hearing only rumour and whisper of more war and suffering brought to the Iron Islands, the Blue Sails voted in the style of the Kingsmoots, to return home, believing this to merely be the command of the dragons bringing insult and injury. Upon arrival in Ironman’s Bay, the Blue Sails attempted to disrupt the western fleet, but avoiding violence. However, it was soon apparent, that things were not as they seemed.
Accepting more refugees who wished to escape from their previous lives and following short negotiations with the Lannisters, Helya and the Blue Sails swore to leave and never set foot on the Iron Islands ever again.
17-23AC: Helya returns to sailing up and down the Narrow sea.
In 23AC, whilst working across the Narrow Sea, Helya and the Blue Sails came to the aid of the Lost Legion, discovering a certain kinship between the two peoples, and offering them safe passage to Planky Town.
In 25 AC: Helya and the Blue Sails return to eastern Westeros in search of a new contract.
AC
Esgred Harlaw was everything her elder sister is not. Born in 3 BC, she remembers very little of life before the conquest. Canny with money (avaricious(e)), physical (Hale) and proficient with boarding axes (axes). Over the years, Esgred followed her sister wherever she was required to go, becoming Helya’s de facto protector and right hand woman.
Family Tree:
Arthur Harlaw: Father Asha Harlaw: Mother (both deceased)
Esgred Harlaw (Younger sister)
Timeline: 10 BC: Helya Harlaw is born
3 BC: Esgred Harlaw is born
1 BC-2 AC: Aegon’s Conquest. Death of Arthur and Asha Harlaw. The Harlaw sisters flee the Islands alongside other ironborn refugees.
6 AC: Foundation of the Blue Sails.
17 AC: Western Campaign in the Iron Islands and defeat of Lodos. The Blue Sails swear never to return
23 AC:The Blue Sails come to the aid of the Lost Legion.
25 AC: Looking for work, Helya Harlaw attends the Princes’ birthday
NPCs
Jon (Ship Captain)
Harras (Medic)
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Reddit Account: Hanah-PNP
Discord Tag: hanahpnp
Name and House: Helya Harlaw
Age: 35
Cultural Group: Ironborn (Blue Sails)
Appearance: Thin and lithe build, Auburn hair with sea grey eyes
Trait: Mariner
Skill(s): Admiral (e), Medic(e), Navigator
Talent(s): Nautical Science, Fiddle music, Swimming
Negative Trait(s): Maimed (Cerebral Palsy, which I have named the windlass disease)
Starting Title(s): Mistress and Commander of the Blue Sails
Starting Location: Opening Event
Alternate Characters: N/A
AC
Name and House: Esgred Harlaw
Age: 28
Cultural Group: Ironborn (Blue Sails)
Appearance: The same auburn hair as her elder sister but a much more athletic build.
Trait: Hale
Skill(s): Avaricious(e), Axes
Talent(s): Swimming, Diving, Downing a pint in record time
Negative Trait(s): N/A
Starting Title(s): First Mate of the Blue Sails
Starting Location: Opening Event.
Alternate Characters: N/A
Helya Harlaw is the first born daughter of Arthur and Asha Harlaw. She was born in 10 BC, after a difficult pregnancy, and many were sure she would not survive infancy. It soon became clear that Helya was different. She could not walk or move as well as the other children of Harlaw did. The maester would describe her affliction as ‘windlass of the leg’ (maimed) due to the increasing tightness in her legs. Despite this, Helya was a bright yet quiet child, who spent more time at sea than ashore (Mariner). Her time at sea resulting in her own drowning, and led to her developing her own philosophy of the Drowned God. It was this that would form the basis for the philosophy of the Blue Sails.
More at home at sea than shore, Helya’s mastery of ships and instinctual understanding of sea was second to none (Admiral(e)) (Navigator)
In 2 AC, Helya witnessed Aegon’s Conquest and his suppression of the Iron Islands first hand. Arthur and Asha Harlaw were killed in the ensuing battles. Taking her younger sister, Esgred, and any other ironborn who would follow, she fled to sea, with whatever ships she could and made for any port that would host them. This event would bring together those that fled the islands, more than ever. Cripples, Bastards, Broken things, grey beards, crones, the slag of the Iron Islands, their survival relied on each other.
In 6AC, inspired by her own understanding of the Drowned God, and in response to the suffering she witnessed four years before, Helya founded the Blue Sails, swearing to popular support from her crew, to never return to the Old Way that had brought such ruin to their people. They would serve the weak and innocent, protecting them from injustice from the Sunset to Shivering Seas, using the rites of the Drowned God (Medic(e)). Together, they raised their distinctive sails of blue cloth.
For the next decade, Helya and the Blue Sails worked contract to contract and as traders back and forth across the Narrow Sea.
In 17AC, hearing only rumour and whisper of more war and suffering brought to the Iron Islands, the Blue Sails voted in the style of the Kingsmoots, to return home, believing this to merely be the command of the dragons bringing insult and injury. Upon arrival in Ironman’s Bay, the Blue Sails attempted to disrupt the western fleet, but avoiding violence. However, it was soon apparent, that things were not as they seemed.
Accepting more refugees who wished to escape from their previous lives and following short negotiations with the Lannisters, Helya and the Blue Sails swore to leave and never set foot on the Iron Islands ever again.
17-23AC: Helya returns to sailing up and down the Narrow sea.
In 23AC, whilst working across the Narrow Sea, Helya and the Blue Sails came to the aid of the Lost Legion, discovering a certain kinship between the two peoples, and offering them safe passage to Planky Town.
In 25 AC: Helya and the Blue Sails return to eastern Westeros in search of a new contract.
AC
Esgred Harlaw was everything her elder sister is not. Born in 3 BC, she remembers very little of life before the conquest. Canny with money (avaricious(e)), physical (Hale) and proficient with boarding axes (axes). Over the years, Esgred followed her sister wherever she was required to go, becoming Helya’s de facto protector and right hand woman.
Family Tree:
Arthur Harlaw: Father Asha Harlaw: Mother (both deceased)
Esgred Harlaw (Younger sister)
Timeline: 10 BC: Helya Harlaw is born
3 BC: Esgred Harlaw is born
1 BC-2 AC: Aegon’s Conquest. Death of Arthur and Asha Harlaw. The Harlaw sisters flee the Islands alongside other ironborn refugees.
6 AC: Foundation of the Blue Sails.
17 AC: Western Campaign in the Iron Islands and defeat of Lodos. The Blue Sails swear never to return
23 AC:The Blue Sails come to the aid of the Lost Legion.
25 AC: Looking for work, Helya Harlaw attends the Princes’ birthday
NPCs
Jon (Ship Captain)
Harras (Medic)
2024.05.15 18:14 Throwawaynomyannul AITA for refusing to apologize for not telling my ex son in law about our family's history of mental illness?
My (60F) son in law (43M) and daughter (43F) had a very ugly divorce that has resulted in their kids (18M, 15F, 10M) no longer speaking to their dad and my ex SIL's side of the family no longer speaking to us, and refusing to attend any holiday or birthday event for the grandkids if we are involved in any way.
My son in law spent time in jail for screaming at the judge handling the divorce case calling him " a piece of human trash" and " enabler of deception" and bragging about writing rants about the judge online.
My daughter was diagnosed with schizophrenia a few years into her marriage. Now her ex demands that my husband and I apologize and pay him damages because he claims we should have told him before the wedding 22.5 years ago that our family has a history of mental illness.
At the time of their wedding my daughter did not show symptoms. My mom, who was already deceased at the time, had schizophrenia. A few relatives in the generation before her also may have had it but they were in a time where it was hushed up.
My husband and I did not have any mental health issues. My daughter gets married and a few years into it she shows symptoms and gets diagnosed with schizophrenia. Her ex knew this and continued to be married to her and signing up for fatherhood with her.
My daughter found it hard to keep employment, and was stifled in her marriage. She filed for divorce and only then did her mental health become an issue with her ex.
He posted rants that he wanted an annulment because he was lied to and he wouldn't have married her if he knew she was going to be " insane." A lawyer friend told him he did know for years about the family history after my daughter got diagnosed and didn't ask for an annulment for nearly 2 decades, and California rarely grants them, very few lawyers do them.
The judge implied my ex SIL's vocational experts and he himself were untruthful about my daughter's employment prospects and ruled for alimony that had the potential to be renewed indefinitely since this is a long term marriage by CA standards. My SIL is furious at having to pay that and that it's insulting he has to be given a legally mandated amount to send his children. He claims there was never a marriage to begin with.
Now he says we are the real villains because we knew and should have made sure he knew, and not just assumed he knew that our daughter could become mentally ill. He said as compensation, we needed to pay for his lawyers and support our daughter so his alimony is 0 because the judge hates him now because of my lie and will likely extend her alimony forever as they are past 10 years of marriage in California.
I told him I'm not apologizing for not revealing privileged medical information that wasn't mine to reveal. AITA?
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My son in law spent time in jail for screaming at the judge handling the divorce case calling him " a piece of human trash" and " enabler of deception" and bragging about writing rants about the judge online.
My daughter was diagnosed with schizophrenia a few years into her marriage. Now her ex demands that my husband and I apologize and pay him damages because he claims we should have told him before the wedding 22.5 years ago that our family has a history of mental illness.
At the time of their wedding my daughter did not show symptoms. My mom, who was already deceased at the time, had schizophrenia. A few relatives in the generation before her also may have had it but they were in a time where it was hushed up.
My husband and I did not have any mental health issues. My daughter gets married and a few years into it she shows symptoms and gets diagnosed with schizophrenia. Her ex knew this and continued to be married to her and signing up for fatherhood with her.
My daughter found it hard to keep employment, and was stifled in her marriage. She filed for divorce and only then did her mental health become an issue with her ex.
He posted rants that he wanted an annulment because he was lied to and he wouldn't have married her if he knew she was going to be " insane." A lawyer friend told him he did know for years about the family history after my daughter got diagnosed and didn't ask for an annulment for nearly 2 decades, and California rarely grants them, very few lawyers do them.
The judge implied my ex SIL's vocational experts and he himself were untruthful about my daughter's employment prospects and ruled for alimony that had the potential to be renewed indefinitely since this is a long term marriage by CA standards. My SIL is furious at having to pay that and that it's insulting he has to be given a legally mandated amount to send his children. He claims there was never a marriage to begin with.
Now he says we are the real villains because we knew and should have made sure he knew, and not just assumed he knew that our daughter could become mentally ill. He said as compensation, we needed to pay for his lawyers and support our daughter so his alimony is 0 because the judge hates him now because of my lie and will likely extend her alimony forever as they are past 10 years of marriage in California.
I told him I'm not apologizing for not revealing privileged medical information that wasn't mine to reveal. AITA?
2024.05.15 00:42 rootcanal4 I am having such difficulty in discussing the last alienation.
I don't necessarily want others approvals or otherwise. I feel the collective truth throughout my body and mind. I don't want to waste your time or my time in explaining evidence from the past. And with the common occurrence of narc abuse on empaths, I do not want to remind any of us about that damage. Knowing full well, we as empaths are quite strong, and lead a different type of life, forever seeking the way to assert any intentional pain we are given into something we can see as positive, and overcome.
I'm desperately trying not to seek outside approval. Yet I also do not want to seal myself up with the collateral chance of having it pop up as a flashback.
Please. Could any of you male or female, a parent, be able to fathom not being invited to your child's wedding?
Knowing in your heart if hearts, the alienation was not justified, and the child had nothing evidentiary to stick it to.
Knowing the influential manipulation and gaslighting is present from other family members I had to cut contact with.
My concern with being cut out is more out of preservation of self, and not being caught up in any echoes of their disdain for me. How can I double check with myself to assure I am able to process this "blow" at me? I mean, to make certain I don't feel it now or in the future as a blow.
Thank you. Edit: My daughter sent me a "happy mother's day" text on mother's day. I ignored it. And wondered how could any child tell you that they don't want you at their wedding and then text you "happy parents day" two days later?? It felt like I was getting an autopsy before I was deceased.
So, two hours ago, my phone rings. It was my daughter. I did not feel safe in answering the call. I needed to respect myself openly when this game of show and tell began. I am ashamed of my daughter. And she's getting her master's in psychology now to be a licensed therapist. Shake my head. Everything she has become present day feels so artificial. Her birthday is in a few days. I cannot allow her or any other toxic person access to me. I've been dealing with this toxicity far too long.
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I'm desperately trying not to seek outside approval. Yet I also do not want to seal myself up with the collateral chance of having it pop up as a flashback.
Please. Could any of you male or female, a parent, be able to fathom not being invited to your child's wedding?
Knowing in your heart if hearts, the alienation was not justified, and the child had nothing evidentiary to stick it to.
Knowing the influential manipulation and gaslighting is present from other family members I had to cut contact with.
My concern with being cut out is more out of preservation of self, and not being caught up in any echoes of their disdain for me. How can I double check with myself to assure I am able to process this "blow" at me? I mean, to make certain I don't feel it now or in the future as a blow.
Thank you. Edit: My daughter sent me a "happy mother's day" text on mother's day. I ignored it. And wondered how could any child tell you that they don't want you at their wedding and then text you "happy parents day" two days later?? It felt like I was getting an autopsy before I was deceased.
So, two hours ago, my phone rings. It was my daughter. I did not feel safe in answering the call. I needed to respect myself openly when this game of show and tell began. I am ashamed of my daughter. And she's getting her master's in psychology now to be a licensed therapist. Shake my head. Everything she has become present day feels so artificial. Her birthday is in a few days. I cannot allow her or any other toxic person access to me. I've been dealing with this toxicity far too long.
2024.05.14 16:11 markimdreaming I lived my scariest experience to date for a homework
I’ve always been really into ghost stories, or urban legends in general. The White Lady, haunted dolls, vampires, black eyed children, that kind of stuff. I know that, today, people my age aren’t big fans of that kind of horror anymore, preferring it things like the Backrooms, analog horror, all the new kinds of scary media. Honestly, I get it, things do need to evolve, and when we see everything that’s happening in the world, it’s understandable that a good old ghost story don’t do the job anymore.
Still, the “old fashioned” horror (it’s not that old, but things move fast on the internet) is always my jam. I grew up watching youtubers investigating haunted places, ghost hunting, with all their accessories, EMF meters, their little radio thing that they use to listen to radio frequencies so that they can hear any interference, their antenna that beeps when something approaches it, voice recorders, special flashlights, and let me tell you that all this, it was doing it for me.
So, since my, probably 7 years, I dreamt of doing these things myself. Of course, I tried everything a young boy is able to do, like Ouija or stupidly walking around my house with my phone filming, hoping that some random deceased person with unfinished business will show up to, I don’t know, have a chat. I wish I could say that other people’s judgement doesn’t affect me, but that would be a lie, so, going in to high school, I had to socially tone down my interest for those things in order to have friends. None of my friends and classmates knew about my persisting passion for ghosts and creepy stories.
I realize that keeping this such a secret is a bit ridiculous, especially approaching my 18th birthday, but, you know, it would be even weirder to reveal it after hiding it for almost 6 years like it was something super taboo. So here I was, I started hiding my passion at 12 to avoid other’s judging it, and I’m now still hiding it at 17 to avoid others judging the fact that I hid it… A bit pathetic I got to admit.
Anyway, everything started a few days ago. I have an art history class at school and the teacher really likes to give us big works of research. This time, he had a new idea, the whole class will be divided into groups of two, and each group will receive a building from our city that the teacher had choose for his architectural and artistic interests, and we’ll have to give it a visit and write an analysis on the different things we’ll notice and link it to what we saw in class. Since all the buildings were not public places, he had asked the authorization of every property’s owner.
Honestly, this could have been worse. This actually sounded kinda cool to do. Now, what I was concerned about was who will be my partner. Obviously, I was hoping for one of my friends. After explaining the rules and exact instructions for the work, he started to announce the groups. I was waiting to hear my name, anxious, as all my friends were slowly starting to be put into their groups.
“Joshua!” The teacher said (yeah that’s my name). “You will be with…” I was holding on to my chair. “… Elizabeth!”
I turned to Elizabeth, and we looked at each other. Neither one of us seemed excited. It wasn’t a terrible pair, I thought to myself, I just didn’t know what to think of it exactly. Elizabeth was a pretty popular girl, not that I was an outcast or anything, but she was still way more popular than me. I didn’t know much more about her, despite the fact that we were in the same class since my first year of high school, but it looked like she was going to be an okay partner.
The teacher then gave us our building. I won’t reveal the real name of what he gave us so I’ll call it “Guaraldi’s Street 22”. Apparently, it was a pretty old house that had somewhat of an historic value to it. The teacher gave us some information so we wouldn’t stumble there without any prior knowledge. The owner was an old woman who had always lived there. She was apparently very glad to open her doors to young students and was ready to answer any questions we could have. He warned us that she had a weak audition and that we would have to speak loudly. The teacher then recommended us to do a little bit of research before going there, so we could already have some idea of where we were entering.
I then found myself in front of Elizabeth. I think the last time we even talked to each other was months ago when she was distributing a test to the class and that I said “Thanks”, so, yeah, not a lot of background. I noticed, and I don’t know why it took me so long, I guess I never paid much attention to her, that she was dressed in kind of an old style, she wore some clearly used dungarees. The date the teacher had scheduled for our visit was on Sunday, and we were Thursday.
“So, hum, I guess, we can both do research on our side, and we’ll meet, maybe at lunch break tomorrow to get on the same page. Is that good for you?” She asked me.
“Yeah, that’s good, we can do that.”
“Okay, then, see you tomorrow.” She said.
“See you.”
On that she turned her feet and left for her break. The rest of the day went by and I got back home. As usual, my mom wasn’t there, she often has to work late as she’s a single mom to me and my little sister Rosa. I ate my diner and went to my room. I opened my computer to start my research. It wasn’t hard to find information, even though things were repeating themselves a lot: “so much historical meaning for the city”, “a perfect example of “art-deco” architecture”, “a house filled with stories”. There was a lot of talk by local medias about it, but not much actual facts.
It was so weak, that I had to go to page 2 of the search results on google, or, as I like to call them, “the abyss of the internet” (I’m exaggerating a bit, but it’s not often that you have to go there).
Then, something caught my eyes. It was a forum about paranormal experiences, and the address was mentioned on a post. I immediately clicked on it and read the whole thing. It wasn’t exactly the most thrilling story I’ve read, but here’s what it basically said.
Apparently, the owner opened the house as a cottage during the summer, and the person posting was narrating what he experienced during his passage there. He described a very special and kinda suffocating vibe that was apparently all around the house, and the feeling of being observed all the time. He also talked about hearing voices at random moments. They were brief but often mentioned his name. The end of his testimony talked about his last night, when he said he saw a little child with no facial expression in front of his bed, who slowly started to climb into it and grabbed his legs, trying to pull him outside of his bed. The poster said he eventually succeeded to push the kid away, despite his unreal strength, and that the boy ended up running out of the room, laughing. When he spoke to the owner about it the next morning, she said that it must have been his imagination playing tricks on him, as she didn’t believe in paranormal and that nothing similar ever happened to her.
This wasn’t much, it could have been a complete lie, but I would be lying if I said it didn’t peak my curiosity. The story was as basic as it could be, but it was so specific for it to happen in that place, which was absolutely not famous, and even less for any paranormal events. I kept that in the back of my mind and continued my research, but I didn’t find much more, so I went to sleep.
As I was lying in my bed, I was thinking. What if the person who posted his story said the truth. This was the first time I was going to enter somewhere that old and charged with history, this could be the perfect place for my first ghost-hunt. But of course, I was going for school and won’t be alone, plus, it’s not really respectful to the owner, who kindly opened the doors of her family house to us. And even if I wanted to, I’d be constantly with Elizabeth, so, it was not really an option. I looked at the EMF meter I received for a birthday on my shelf and thought to myself that this would be for another time.
The next day, as planned, I met with Elizabeth at lunch break. We started to share the results of our research, where I did not include the post from the forum for obvious reasons. We talked a bit before coming to a clear conclusion.
“Yeah, the thing is, we have the same exact stuff, there isn’t much interesting infos to be found online, except very surface level stuff.” She said.
“Yes, I think we should prepare the questions we want to ask the owner instead.” I answered.
“You’re right, do you think you can have yours for Sunday?”
“Yeah, no problem.”
We exchanged a bit more and eventually went back to class.
On Saturday, I prepared a few questions to ask the owner.
Then came today, Sunday. The meeting was planned at 11AM. I woke up normally, took a breakfast, got dressed, everything. Before leaving my room, I took one last look at the room and I saw my EMF meter. It was like he was begging me to take him. I grabbed it and left. I didn’t know if I would actually use it, but I had it. It had an option where instead of lighting the small lamps he was vibrating, so I activated that and put it in my pocket.
I arrived at the house and Elizabeth was already waiting for me. We knocked and we could hear the owner walking towards the door saying “Yes, yes, just a second.” She opened and she looked like the sweetest thing ever. She was short and had a naturally kind face. We could see that she was clearly dressed and make up for the occasion. She welcomed us and let us in happily. The hallway was very pretty, I understood why our teacher got us this house, it was indeed very interesting. The walls were covered with paintings and old pictures, mostly portraits. On everyone of these, the people had a very serious look, but that’s not unusual for old pictures.
We walked to the living room where she served us tea and we sat together.
“So, I think you have some questions for me?” She asked. You could see that she was very glad to talk. “Don’t be shy, I’m open.”
Elizabeth started to ask her first question then I did, and we could ask her everything.
The house was her family’s for many generations, but it hadn’t always been theirs. All the persons in the hallway, paintings or pictures, were previous habitants of the house, and they went as far as the 15th century, so, yeah, it was all pretty old. She said they could only know the identity of some of the first generations but that a lot of the people were non identified. She answered a lot of other questions regarding the architectural and artistic heritage of the building, and she was surprisingly very interesting to listen to. Her enthusiasm and kindness were contagious, and we both couldn’t help but ask more questions.
Eventually, we arrived to the end of our list, and it was time for us to visit, take notes, analyze, all that. She asked us not to touch anything, as a lot of things had a lot of value, but let us wander free in the house. She said she’ll be making cookies for when we’ll be done. Elizabeth and I found ourselves alone in the living room and finished our tea.
“God,… She’s adorable.” Said Elizabeth with a smile.
“Yes, she’s so sweet, I wasn’t expecting that.” I said.
“Let’s, maybe start with there.” She said, pointing to the room besides us.
We got up and entered it. The walls were covered by huge bookshelves. Elizabeth started to take notes, looking at the room, and I started inspecting the books. There was probably a more than a thousand books, and some of them looked super old. I read the titles of some of them, and the least I could say was that it needed to be rearranged. “Cooking Asian Food”, “Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince”, some old book with the title erased, and even a CD in the middle, it was a bit random.
We eventually moved on to the hallway. It was a bit oppressing with all those eyes who seemed to observe us. Elizabeth did mention how it felt a bit weird and we started to take notes again. At some point, my look stopped on one painting at the back of the hall. It was a young lady, dressed classically, maybe a bit poorly even, for someone who would have lived there. She was kinda pretty, if I’m being honest. But the reason why it caught my eyes was that it was the only one who was smiling. All the other people represented looked dead serious, but her, she smiled. A sweet, even caring and warm smile. I noticed that it seemed like she was staring at me. Of course, a lot of paintings give that same impression, but it was more intense on her.
My heart skipped a beat. I was sure that I just saw her winked to me. I let out a gasp. I was convinced she winked at me. The vibe went from slightly oppressive to extremely heavy. Then we both heard it.
“Elizabeth.”
An unrecognizable voice had just whispered. Elizabeth turned to me.
“Did you say that?” She asked.
“Elizabeth.”
A younger voice this time. We were facing each other, so we knew it couldn’t be one of us this time, and the owner was in the kitchen. Elizabeth’s eyes opened wide and she slowly walked towards me.
“Elizabeth.”
She jumped.
“WHAT THE… fuck?” I let out. We were looking around us.
“Joshua, I don’t like this…”
“Yeah, me neither.”
We were frozen in place, with all the paintings looking right to us.
“Elizabeth.”
That time it was a deep voice, and it came from behind us. We turned. Slowly, all the faces of the paintings and pictures started to clearly move. They were opening their eyes wide and opening their mouths, maintaining their serious, and now even melancholic look.
“Holy shit, holy shit, what the fuck is that, what is it!” Elizabeth was mumbling, panicking as I was starting to breathe faster.
All the people started to say her name together on repeat: “Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth…” I turned my head to the painting of the young lady from earlier, and she was the only one that wasn’t moving, still the same smile, she looked at peace.
I don’t remember exactly what I was whispering at that moment, but we were both freaking out.
We heard some scratching noise. Long, dirty hands with sharp nails, almost inhumans, were piercing the pictures and paintings. The eyes of the people were becoming all black, and their jaws were opening more than humanly possible as they kept on repeating her name. The hands were all getting closer from us. We were now touching one another, completely surrounded by those hands. Then, they moved way faster and a lot of them got their nails right into Elizabeth’s skin and pierced it while descending all over her body.
She screamed loudly out of pain. It was a terrifying scream. All the hands got to their pictures and back inside of it while closing what they pierced. Soon, the pictures and paintings were back to normal, but Elizabeth was bleeding from all over her body and was on the floor, crying. I got to her level and tried as much as possible to reassure her, but I wasn’t very effective as I was myself in shock and terrified.
We heard the owner walk towards us.
“What’s happening to you two? I heard screams, are you okay?”
She entered the hallway and saw the scene. She looked completely shocked.
“But what happened?” She asked.
Both of us were unable to answer to her, we had no idea what to say that wouldn’t make us sound crazy, so we just looked at her with whatever faces we were making at that moment. She didn’t wait long and went to take a first aid kid. She sat down and put some bandages all over Elizabeth, as I was reflecting on what happened. When she was done, we both wanted to leave, so we said that we had what we needed for now. She looked sorry and packed some cookies for each of us. As we opened the door to leave, she articulated one last phrase.
“I hope you’ll come back.” She had a look and a tone of sadness. We got out and were now on the street.
We both looked at each other. She was covered in bands, like she got into a huge fight. I started to speak but she lifted her hand.
“Not today. Another one.” She said. “I’ll see you at school.” And she left.
I got on my way too and gave one last look to the house. The old owner was watching me from her window, and I couldn’t tell what her expression was.
I was too tired so I ignored it and went back to my house.
I’m posting this now that I’m back at home. I have no news of Elizabeth, but she did add me on Instagram, so…
I have no idea what I should do now, I have so many questions, so, if anyone has any theories, I’ll take it. I’m also open to questions of course…
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Still, the “old fashioned” horror (it’s not that old, but things move fast on the internet) is always my jam. I grew up watching youtubers investigating haunted places, ghost hunting, with all their accessories, EMF meters, their little radio thing that they use to listen to radio frequencies so that they can hear any interference, their antenna that beeps when something approaches it, voice recorders, special flashlights, and let me tell you that all this, it was doing it for me.
So, since my, probably 7 years, I dreamt of doing these things myself. Of course, I tried everything a young boy is able to do, like Ouija or stupidly walking around my house with my phone filming, hoping that some random deceased person with unfinished business will show up to, I don’t know, have a chat. I wish I could say that other people’s judgement doesn’t affect me, but that would be a lie, so, going in to high school, I had to socially tone down my interest for those things in order to have friends. None of my friends and classmates knew about my persisting passion for ghosts and creepy stories.
I realize that keeping this such a secret is a bit ridiculous, especially approaching my 18th birthday, but, you know, it would be even weirder to reveal it after hiding it for almost 6 years like it was something super taboo. So here I was, I started hiding my passion at 12 to avoid other’s judging it, and I’m now still hiding it at 17 to avoid others judging the fact that I hid it… A bit pathetic I got to admit.
Anyway, everything started a few days ago. I have an art history class at school and the teacher really likes to give us big works of research. This time, he had a new idea, the whole class will be divided into groups of two, and each group will receive a building from our city that the teacher had choose for his architectural and artistic interests, and we’ll have to give it a visit and write an analysis on the different things we’ll notice and link it to what we saw in class. Since all the buildings were not public places, he had asked the authorization of every property’s owner.
Honestly, this could have been worse. This actually sounded kinda cool to do. Now, what I was concerned about was who will be my partner. Obviously, I was hoping for one of my friends. After explaining the rules and exact instructions for the work, he started to announce the groups. I was waiting to hear my name, anxious, as all my friends were slowly starting to be put into their groups.
“Joshua!” The teacher said (yeah that’s my name). “You will be with…” I was holding on to my chair. “… Elizabeth!”
I turned to Elizabeth, and we looked at each other. Neither one of us seemed excited. It wasn’t a terrible pair, I thought to myself, I just didn’t know what to think of it exactly. Elizabeth was a pretty popular girl, not that I was an outcast or anything, but she was still way more popular than me. I didn’t know much more about her, despite the fact that we were in the same class since my first year of high school, but it looked like she was going to be an okay partner.
The teacher then gave us our building. I won’t reveal the real name of what he gave us so I’ll call it “Guaraldi’s Street 22”. Apparently, it was a pretty old house that had somewhat of an historic value to it. The teacher gave us some information so we wouldn’t stumble there without any prior knowledge. The owner was an old woman who had always lived there. She was apparently very glad to open her doors to young students and was ready to answer any questions we could have. He warned us that she had a weak audition and that we would have to speak loudly. The teacher then recommended us to do a little bit of research before going there, so we could already have some idea of where we were entering.
I then found myself in front of Elizabeth. I think the last time we even talked to each other was months ago when she was distributing a test to the class and that I said “Thanks”, so, yeah, not a lot of background. I noticed, and I don’t know why it took me so long, I guess I never paid much attention to her, that she was dressed in kind of an old style, she wore some clearly used dungarees. The date the teacher had scheduled for our visit was on Sunday, and we were Thursday.
“So, hum, I guess, we can both do research on our side, and we’ll meet, maybe at lunch break tomorrow to get on the same page. Is that good for you?” She asked me.
“Yeah, that’s good, we can do that.”
“Okay, then, see you tomorrow.” She said.
“See you.”
On that she turned her feet and left for her break. The rest of the day went by and I got back home. As usual, my mom wasn’t there, she often has to work late as she’s a single mom to me and my little sister Rosa. I ate my diner and went to my room. I opened my computer to start my research. It wasn’t hard to find information, even though things were repeating themselves a lot: “so much historical meaning for the city”, “a perfect example of “art-deco” architecture”, “a house filled with stories”. There was a lot of talk by local medias about it, but not much actual facts.
It was so weak, that I had to go to page 2 of the search results on google, or, as I like to call them, “the abyss of the internet” (I’m exaggerating a bit, but it’s not often that you have to go there).
Then, something caught my eyes. It was a forum about paranormal experiences, and the address was mentioned on a post. I immediately clicked on it and read the whole thing. It wasn’t exactly the most thrilling story I’ve read, but here’s what it basically said.
Apparently, the owner opened the house as a cottage during the summer, and the person posting was narrating what he experienced during his passage there. He described a very special and kinda suffocating vibe that was apparently all around the house, and the feeling of being observed all the time. He also talked about hearing voices at random moments. They were brief but often mentioned his name. The end of his testimony talked about his last night, when he said he saw a little child with no facial expression in front of his bed, who slowly started to climb into it and grabbed his legs, trying to pull him outside of his bed. The poster said he eventually succeeded to push the kid away, despite his unreal strength, and that the boy ended up running out of the room, laughing. When he spoke to the owner about it the next morning, she said that it must have been his imagination playing tricks on him, as she didn’t believe in paranormal and that nothing similar ever happened to her.
This wasn’t much, it could have been a complete lie, but I would be lying if I said it didn’t peak my curiosity. The story was as basic as it could be, but it was so specific for it to happen in that place, which was absolutely not famous, and even less for any paranormal events. I kept that in the back of my mind and continued my research, but I didn’t find much more, so I went to sleep.
As I was lying in my bed, I was thinking. What if the person who posted his story said the truth. This was the first time I was going to enter somewhere that old and charged with history, this could be the perfect place for my first ghost-hunt. But of course, I was going for school and won’t be alone, plus, it’s not really respectful to the owner, who kindly opened the doors of her family house to us. And even if I wanted to, I’d be constantly with Elizabeth, so, it was not really an option. I looked at the EMF meter I received for a birthday on my shelf and thought to myself that this would be for another time.
The next day, as planned, I met with Elizabeth at lunch break. We started to share the results of our research, where I did not include the post from the forum for obvious reasons. We talked a bit before coming to a clear conclusion.
“Yeah, the thing is, we have the same exact stuff, there isn’t much interesting infos to be found online, except very surface level stuff.” She said.
“Yes, I think we should prepare the questions we want to ask the owner instead.” I answered.
“You’re right, do you think you can have yours for Sunday?”
“Yeah, no problem.”
We exchanged a bit more and eventually went back to class.
On Saturday, I prepared a few questions to ask the owner.
Then came today, Sunday. The meeting was planned at 11AM. I woke up normally, took a breakfast, got dressed, everything. Before leaving my room, I took one last look at the room and I saw my EMF meter. It was like he was begging me to take him. I grabbed it and left. I didn’t know if I would actually use it, but I had it. It had an option where instead of lighting the small lamps he was vibrating, so I activated that and put it in my pocket.
I arrived at the house and Elizabeth was already waiting for me. We knocked and we could hear the owner walking towards the door saying “Yes, yes, just a second.” She opened and she looked like the sweetest thing ever. She was short and had a naturally kind face. We could see that she was clearly dressed and make up for the occasion. She welcomed us and let us in happily. The hallway was very pretty, I understood why our teacher got us this house, it was indeed very interesting. The walls were covered with paintings and old pictures, mostly portraits. On everyone of these, the people had a very serious look, but that’s not unusual for old pictures.
We walked to the living room where she served us tea and we sat together.
“So, I think you have some questions for me?” She asked. You could see that she was very glad to talk. “Don’t be shy, I’m open.”
Elizabeth started to ask her first question then I did, and we could ask her everything.
The house was her family’s for many generations, but it hadn’t always been theirs. All the persons in the hallway, paintings or pictures, were previous habitants of the house, and they went as far as the 15th century, so, yeah, it was all pretty old. She said they could only know the identity of some of the first generations but that a lot of the people were non identified. She answered a lot of other questions regarding the architectural and artistic heritage of the building, and she was surprisingly very interesting to listen to. Her enthusiasm and kindness were contagious, and we both couldn’t help but ask more questions.
Eventually, we arrived to the end of our list, and it was time for us to visit, take notes, analyze, all that. She asked us not to touch anything, as a lot of things had a lot of value, but let us wander free in the house. She said she’ll be making cookies for when we’ll be done. Elizabeth and I found ourselves alone in the living room and finished our tea.
“God,… She’s adorable.” Said Elizabeth with a smile.
“Yes, she’s so sweet, I wasn’t expecting that.” I said.
“Let’s, maybe start with there.” She said, pointing to the room besides us.
We got up and entered it. The walls were covered by huge bookshelves. Elizabeth started to take notes, looking at the room, and I started inspecting the books. There was probably a more than a thousand books, and some of them looked super old. I read the titles of some of them, and the least I could say was that it needed to be rearranged. “Cooking Asian Food”, “Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince”, some old book with the title erased, and even a CD in the middle, it was a bit random.
We eventually moved on to the hallway. It was a bit oppressing with all those eyes who seemed to observe us. Elizabeth did mention how it felt a bit weird and we started to take notes again. At some point, my look stopped on one painting at the back of the hall. It was a young lady, dressed classically, maybe a bit poorly even, for someone who would have lived there. She was kinda pretty, if I’m being honest. But the reason why it caught my eyes was that it was the only one who was smiling. All the other people represented looked dead serious, but her, she smiled. A sweet, even caring and warm smile. I noticed that it seemed like she was staring at me. Of course, a lot of paintings give that same impression, but it was more intense on her.
My heart skipped a beat. I was sure that I just saw her winked to me. I let out a gasp. I was convinced she winked at me. The vibe went from slightly oppressive to extremely heavy. Then we both heard it.
“Elizabeth.”
An unrecognizable voice had just whispered. Elizabeth turned to me.
“Did you say that?” She asked.
“Elizabeth.”
A younger voice this time. We were facing each other, so we knew it couldn’t be one of us this time, and the owner was in the kitchen. Elizabeth’s eyes opened wide and she slowly walked towards me.
“Elizabeth.”
She jumped.
“WHAT THE… fuck?” I let out. We were looking around us.
“Joshua, I don’t like this…”
“Yeah, me neither.”
We were frozen in place, with all the paintings looking right to us.
“Elizabeth.”
That time it was a deep voice, and it came from behind us. We turned. Slowly, all the faces of the paintings and pictures started to clearly move. They were opening their eyes wide and opening their mouths, maintaining their serious, and now even melancholic look.
“Holy shit, holy shit, what the fuck is that, what is it!” Elizabeth was mumbling, panicking as I was starting to breathe faster.
All the people started to say her name together on repeat: “Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth…” I turned my head to the painting of the young lady from earlier, and she was the only one that wasn’t moving, still the same smile, she looked at peace.
I don’t remember exactly what I was whispering at that moment, but we were both freaking out.
We heard some scratching noise. Long, dirty hands with sharp nails, almost inhumans, were piercing the pictures and paintings. The eyes of the people were becoming all black, and their jaws were opening more than humanly possible as they kept on repeating her name. The hands were all getting closer from us. We were now touching one another, completely surrounded by those hands. Then, they moved way faster and a lot of them got their nails right into Elizabeth’s skin and pierced it while descending all over her body.
She screamed loudly out of pain. It was a terrifying scream. All the hands got to their pictures and back inside of it while closing what they pierced. Soon, the pictures and paintings were back to normal, but Elizabeth was bleeding from all over her body and was on the floor, crying. I got to her level and tried as much as possible to reassure her, but I wasn’t very effective as I was myself in shock and terrified.
We heard the owner walk towards us.
“What’s happening to you two? I heard screams, are you okay?”
She entered the hallway and saw the scene. She looked completely shocked.
“But what happened?” She asked.
Both of us were unable to answer to her, we had no idea what to say that wouldn’t make us sound crazy, so we just looked at her with whatever faces we were making at that moment. She didn’t wait long and went to take a first aid kid. She sat down and put some bandages all over Elizabeth, as I was reflecting on what happened. When she was done, we both wanted to leave, so we said that we had what we needed for now. She looked sorry and packed some cookies for each of us. As we opened the door to leave, she articulated one last phrase.
“I hope you’ll come back.” She had a look and a tone of sadness. We got out and were now on the street.
We both looked at each other. She was covered in bands, like she got into a huge fight. I started to speak but she lifted her hand.
“Not today. Another one.” She said. “I’ll see you at school.” And she left.
I got on my way too and gave one last look to the house. The old owner was watching me from her window, and I couldn’t tell what her expression was.
I was too tired so I ignored it and went back to my house.
I’m posting this now that I’m back at home. I have no news of Elizabeth, but she did add me on Instagram, so…
I have no idea what I should do now, I have so many questions, so, if anyone has any theories, I’ll take it. I’m also open to questions of course…
2024.05.14 15:54 zenner001 2 years (marked spoiler for sh scars)
Sharing the tattoo I got on my 18th birthday. Unfortunately don’t have a picture of it brand new anymore. It’s bearded dragon footprints to honor my deceased bearded dragon, Apollo. The back foot is his actual back footprint.
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2024.05.14 13:05 loudhousecat My fiancée can't stop cheating on me...
I moved to San Myshuno with my teen brother recently, after our parents passed away. It was a fresh start for us, and I wanted to make it big in the city while raising my little brother... The next-door neighbor, Penny, was really nice to us and I was immediately in love with her. We started dating, but every once in a while I would hear her woohoo-ing someone in her apartment. As I am a jealous person, I decided to make things official and we became girlfriends. Nevertheless, I would still constantly hear sounds of other people in her apartment, but when I went over nobody was there, so I started thinking it was all in my imagination. We decided to get engaged, but didn't move in together yet because of my little brother, I thought it would be too much new information for him... On my brother's birthday, when he became a young adult, our apartment caught on fire and Penny was flirting with some of the guests. Since this party was a tragedy, we made the decision to move back to our hometown and start over again in our deceased parents' house, and I brought Penny with me, moving her in so I could have more control over her actions. It didn't work. She can not stop flirting with people and she flirted with my little brother, who she helped me raise and who considered her part of the family. I don't know what to do with her anymore, I tried everything I could to make it work.
(No, but seriously, I can't believe this happened, I had plans for these sims to be a wholesome couple and Penny Pzazz can't stop cheating on my sim! Any ideas of where to go with this storyline?)
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(No, but seriously, I can't believe this happened, I had plans for these sims to be a wholesome couple and Penny Pzazz can't stop cheating on my sim! Any ideas of where to go with this storyline?)
2024.05.13 18:55 Itchy_Exercise5404 Both parents passed in my 20’s partner passed; lonely
The end of this month will mark two years since I found my partner suddenly deceased. He was 41.
Months before that, he started putting his hands around my throat. It’s difficult to tell anyone about this because it seems disrespectful to the deceased, and it seems like people don’t believe me or care, but it really messed me up.
I lost the majority of my friends after this, and I also isolated myself from society for a big chunk of the grieving process (which I feel I’m still in…).
My mother passed from brain cancer on Christmas Eve of 2018, and my father passed 6 months before our birthday (my 21st), in 2011.
The only blood relative I have left is an older brother who rarely talks to me, as his wife doesn’t seem to like me. We fought a lot when my mother was sick, and after.
When my mother was diagnosed, I instantly moved back to take care of her up until the day she died. My brother was barely around. We dealt with at home nurses who stole all of her valuables/family heirlooms, to me being stranded in Bermuda alone after she had a seizure and was hospitalized for two weeks until we were airlifted to a Florida hospital. I could go on about the trauma I’ve endured through this whole experience, but I digress.
A lot of people I felt the closest to have disappeared from my life. I feel very alone, and dating seems strange at a fresh 33. I feel like my mental health has declined significantly, I lack motivation to do anything, and the things I once found pleasure in doing, I no longer want to do. I tried out a couple of dating apps, but just have no interest in meeting anyone because I lack any confidence, and I’m afraid of getting close to someone and they die.
I guess I’m not really sure where I’m going with this… Maybe I’m just trying to find others who have experienced something similar. Or maybe I am looking for someone to tell me it’s going to be OK. I feel like I am a completely different person, not myself most days, and I don’t really know what I’m doing anymore.
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Months before that, he started putting his hands around my throat. It’s difficult to tell anyone about this because it seems disrespectful to the deceased, and it seems like people don’t believe me or care, but it really messed me up.
I lost the majority of my friends after this, and I also isolated myself from society for a big chunk of the grieving process (which I feel I’m still in…).
My mother passed from brain cancer on Christmas Eve of 2018, and my father passed 6 months before our birthday (my 21st), in 2011.
The only blood relative I have left is an older brother who rarely talks to me, as his wife doesn’t seem to like me. We fought a lot when my mother was sick, and after.
When my mother was diagnosed, I instantly moved back to take care of her up until the day she died. My brother was barely around. We dealt with at home nurses who stole all of her valuables/family heirlooms, to me being stranded in Bermuda alone after she had a seizure and was hospitalized for two weeks until we were airlifted to a Florida hospital. I could go on about the trauma I’ve endured through this whole experience, but I digress.
A lot of people I felt the closest to have disappeared from my life. I feel very alone, and dating seems strange at a fresh 33. I feel like my mental health has declined significantly, I lack motivation to do anything, and the things I once found pleasure in doing, I no longer want to do. I tried out a couple of dating apps, but just have no interest in meeting anyone because I lack any confidence, and I’m afraid of getting close to someone and they die.
I guess I’m not really sure where I’m going with this… Maybe I’m just trying to find others who have experienced something similar. Or maybe I am looking for someone to tell me it’s going to be OK. I feel like I am a completely different person, not myself most days, and I don’t really know what I’m doing anymore.
2024.05.13 00:55 aranka123 My bird died just in time for mothers day
So the other day i had a complete stranger customer freak out at me after she went on and about how i should do something nice for my mom on mothers day... Demanding i do stuff.. i couldn't contain myself so i politely said " unfortunately my mother is deceased" she then proceeded to do a 180 and start yelling at me how inappropriate it is to share that and i should be ashamed of myself... Like lady you would never have known if you wouldnhave just simply said " happy mothers day" instead of going on about things i a complete stranger should do for my mom. Sorry but thats the thing that's inappropriate... Like please I'd do pretty much anything to have my mom. Its hard enough her birthday and today is a weekish apart usually. May is her month it always was and always will be. Well last night to add insult to injury one of my birds died last night. We had an ugly ugly storm and i think her being a touch old i think she gave herself a fright. I recently brought home a blind bird and i was so excited to introduce her to the flock after quarantine. Now she will only meet 3 of them. They have been chatting through the walls for 20ish days now. My 3 original girls are sad and quiet today. I love watching my birds do bird things. I miss my mom and i want good big changes to happen soon . I hate the reoccurring nightmares where im screaming and crying " i miss my mommy" with different background of bizarre stuff happening where i wake myself up just to be in another nightmare and then finally officially waking up. " I miss my mommy" is just constant
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2024.05.11 23:12 Extreme_Persimmon_38 Repost of my OC- I think it is finally done.
Update on character at the bottom of this post.
Name: Nishioka Kohaku
Gender: Male
Age:24
Birthday: 7/1/1998
Occupation: Pyrographer (day job)
Net Worth- Billionaire (Inherited)- Uses his money to fund his operations as a villain.
Height:5’8
Weight:160 lbs.
Hair Color: Black w/ colored highlights
Hair type/Haircut: Long and straight, usually wears it in a Nordic Braid
Facial HaiFacial Hair Type:N/A
Facial Hair Color:N/A
Eye Color: Orange Amber
Skin Color: Light Olive
Blood type: O negative
Distinguishing Physical Features: Semi-pointed ears - has industrial piercings both ears, along with pierced earlobes.
==•{Bio}•==
Personal Strengths: Able to regulate his emotions efficiently and can be calm in most situations. Has great creative intelligence and can navigate problems relatively well.
Personal Weaknesses: Dislikes being condescended to/ talked down upon. Has problems with authority. Hates when interrupted while talking and hates being talked over. He also does not like it when someone tries to order him around.
Attitude: Calm, Cold, has a sharp tongue. Kohaku is easily annoyed, though he doesn’t show it. Has somewhat of a temper. Quick to verbal attacks when provoked. He won’t get physical unless he is attacked first.
Likes: Art, Food, Reading, Training (Quirk and Martial Arts) He enjoys wearing ambiguous clothing.
Dislikes: Excessive force. Most people, due to trust issues, especially those who try to intimidate and bully other people. Crowds, Loud Noise, being dragged into things he doesn’t want to do.
Habits: Tends to ignore anything he isn’t interested in. Tends to restrain himself in combat, due to the power of his flames.
Reason for becoming a Hero/Villain: Disillusioned with society and he wants to change it by any means necessary. Kohaku chose to be a villain for the sole reason that he would not have as much freedom as a hero to achieve his goals.
Relationship with Family: Parents deceased. Estranged with siblings due to differences in social views and values.
Backstory (If any): Kohaku grew up being the eldest of 4 children. His childhood was fairly normal, and he was spoiled along with his siblings. This stemmed from his parents not having good relationships with their own parents, hence they gave their children everything they asked for. For the most part he got along with his siblings, as they were roughly 2-3 years apart in age from one another. Kohaku has a brother, and two sisters. All of them have quirks different from his.
==•{Quirk Information} •==
Quirk Name: Samum
Quirk Type: Emitter
Quirk Range: Varies
Quirk Description: Able to generate and manipulate magenta flames that exude an extremely poisonous gas. His flames do not emit heat but do “burn” anything they touch due to their poisonous properties. Relies mainly on his hands and feet, but he can use his flames with his elbows and knees as well.
Miscellaneous Quirk Info: Although capable of releasing large amounts of fire. Kohaku prefers to make constructs from his flame (primarily weapons) to avoid poisoning his surroundings excessively and to avoid harming his teammates. He tries not to make direct hits with his flames unless absolutely necessary. Usually aims for the space next to his intended target.
Quirk Strengths: Highly Effective at dealing damage quickly. His flames have great force and precision.
Quirk Weaknesses: Hazardous to the surrounding environment (I.e people, plants, buildings). Kohaku has to maintain absolute control at all times, this requires immense concentration. He suffers from chronic migraines as a result. If disturbed enough, his flames will spread and poison a wide radius very quickly, potentially killing all who are exposed.
Special Moves:
Gleipnir- Forms multiple chains that bind his opponent(s) in place. Uses this move in preparation for Jörmungandr.
Jörmungandr- Kohaku forms a giant snake from his flames and launches it toward a target. He uses this move as a last resort as it usually gives him a severe migraine.
Jarngreipr- close combat move- Kohaku encases his arms in flames and pummels the opponent.
Age quirk obtained- late- bloomer - didn’t get quirk until he was 8.
How the quirk first manifested: In self-defense, accidentally killed group of bullies that were hitting him. Ran home and he hid in his room crying silently. He never told his parents, and he still carries the guilt and fear from that incident.
==•{Hero/Villain Information} •==
Hero/Villain Name: Ifrit (pronounced efreet)
Hero or Villain: Villain
Hero Agency/Villain Team:Einherjar - Consists of Kohaku and five others. He formed his team when he was 20, with friends from his school days. Kohaku cares about them a great deal, and is very protective of them. He is meticulous when choosing jobs and doesn’t hesitate to retreat if the situation gets too dangerous.
Costume: Similar to his usual clothes. - Dark pleather pants w/ a white belt and heeled Chelsea boots. Also a red long sleeve shirt underneath a sleeveless vest. Over that is a black leather jacket with a loose blue scarf. Wears his armor over the jacket and pants.
Gadgets/Tech/Weapons: Has gauntlets and greaves that he uses to assist him in forming constructs. Both have vents which he focuses his flames through. For his gauntlets, he has an opening on the inner part of his wrist and the back of his hand. For his greaves, openings on the bottom near his ankles.
Suitable/Beneficial/Weak Environmental Effects
Best Quirk Environment: Dry, open areas with high visibility, light exposure and little to no wind.
Weak Quirk Environment: High humidity, Extreme Weather (i.e heavy rain/wind) with large cloud cover. Enclosed spaces such as inside a building, tunnel, or cave.
Update on character:
Quirk Awakening - Shadow Ember Forge:
Upon a harrowing encounter that tests the boundaries of his capabilities, Nishioka Kohaku delves into uncharted territories of his quirk, unlocking the enigmatic Shadow Ember Forge. This evolution intertwines his magenta flames with an ethereal cloak of shadow, imbuing his constructs with an unprecedented blend of darkness and venomous intensity. The Shadow Ember Forge grants Kohaku the power to manifest intricate shadow-infused weapons and versatile constructs, enhancing his combat prowess and strategic adaptability on the battlefield.
Enhanced Combat Techniques:
As Kohaku delves deeper into the intricacies of the Shadow Ember Forge, the strain of maintaining the delicate balance between shadow and flame energies intensifies. The fusion of these dual elements demands heightened mental fortitude and concentration, amplifying the risk of mental fatigue and potential loss of control over the quirk's volatile nature. Additionally, the shadowy tendrils of the Forge may occasionally exhibit a will of their own, testing Kohaku's resolve and challenging his mastery over the fused abilities.
Costume Enhancement:
To align with the evolved prowess granted by the Shadow Ember Forge, Nishioka Kohaku's costume undergoes a transformative upgrade, integrating elements that reflect the fusion of shadow and flame. His attire now features subtle shadow ember accents, intertwining with the dark pleather pants and leather jacket, evoking an ominous yet captivating aesthetic that symbolizes his dual nature as Ifrit, the enigmatic villain of Einherjar.
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Name: Nishioka Kohaku
Gender: Male
Age:24
Birthday: 7/1/1998
Occupation: Pyrographer (day job)
Net Worth- Billionaire (Inherited)- Uses his money to fund his operations as a villain.
Height:5’8
Weight:160 lbs.
Hair Color: Black w/ colored highlights
Hair type/Haircut: Long and straight, usually wears it in a Nordic Braid
Facial HaiFacial Hair Type:N/A
Facial Hair Color:N/A
Eye Color: Orange Amber
Skin Color: Light Olive
Blood type: O negative
Distinguishing Physical Features: Semi-pointed ears - has industrial piercings both ears, along with pierced earlobes.
==•{Bio}•==
Personal Strengths: Able to regulate his emotions efficiently and can be calm in most situations. Has great creative intelligence and can navigate problems relatively well.
Personal Weaknesses: Dislikes being condescended to/ talked down upon. Has problems with authority. Hates when interrupted while talking and hates being talked over. He also does not like it when someone tries to order him around.
Attitude: Calm, Cold, has a sharp tongue. Kohaku is easily annoyed, though he doesn’t show it. Has somewhat of a temper. Quick to verbal attacks when provoked. He won’t get physical unless he is attacked first.
Likes: Art, Food, Reading, Training (Quirk and Martial Arts) He enjoys wearing ambiguous clothing.
Dislikes: Excessive force. Most people, due to trust issues, especially those who try to intimidate and bully other people. Crowds, Loud Noise, being dragged into things he doesn’t want to do.
Habits: Tends to ignore anything he isn’t interested in. Tends to restrain himself in combat, due to the power of his flames.
Reason for becoming a Hero/Villain: Disillusioned with society and he wants to change it by any means necessary. Kohaku chose to be a villain for the sole reason that he would not have as much freedom as a hero to achieve his goals.
Relationship with Family: Parents deceased. Estranged with siblings due to differences in social views and values.
Backstory (If any): Kohaku grew up being the eldest of 4 children. His childhood was fairly normal, and he was spoiled along with his siblings. This stemmed from his parents not having good relationships with their own parents, hence they gave their children everything they asked for. For the most part he got along with his siblings, as they were roughly 2-3 years apart in age from one another. Kohaku has a brother, and two sisters. All of them have quirks different from his.
==•{Quirk Information} •==
Quirk Name: Samum
Quirk Type: Emitter
Quirk Range: Varies
Quirk Description: Able to generate and manipulate magenta flames that exude an extremely poisonous gas. His flames do not emit heat but do “burn” anything they touch due to their poisonous properties. Relies mainly on his hands and feet, but he can use his flames with his elbows and knees as well.
Miscellaneous Quirk Info: Although capable of releasing large amounts of fire. Kohaku prefers to make constructs from his flame (primarily weapons) to avoid poisoning his surroundings excessively and to avoid harming his teammates. He tries not to make direct hits with his flames unless absolutely necessary. Usually aims for the space next to his intended target.
Quirk Strengths: Highly Effective at dealing damage quickly. His flames have great force and precision.
Quirk Weaknesses: Hazardous to the surrounding environment (I.e people, plants, buildings). Kohaku has to maintain absolute control at all times, this requires immense concentration. He suffers from chronic migraines as a result. If disturbed enough, his flames will spread and poison a wide radius very quickly, potentially killing all who are exposed.
Special Moves:
Gleipnir- Forms multiple chains that bind his opponent(s) in place. Uses this move in preparation for Jörmungandr.
Jörmungandr- Kohaku forms a giant snake from his flames and launches it toward a target. He uses this move as a last resort as it usually gives him a severe migraine.
Jarngreipr- close combat move- Kohaku encases his arms in flames and pummels the opponent.
Age quirk obtained- late- bloomer - didn’t get quirk until he was 8.
How the quirk first manifested: In self-defense, accidentally killed group of bullies that were hitting him. Ran home and he hid in his room crying silently. He never told his parents, and he still carries the guilt and fear from that incident.
==•{Hero/Villain Information} •==
Hero/Villain Name: Ifrit (pronounced efreet)
Hero or Villain: Villain
Hero Agency/Villain Team:Einherjar - Consists of Kohaku and five others. He formed his team when he was 20, with friends from his school days. Kohaku cares about them a great deal, and is very protective of them. He is meticulous when choosing jobs and doesn’t hesitate to retreat if the situation gets too dangerous.
Costume: Similar to his usual clothes. - Dark pleather pants w/ a white belt and heeled Chelsea boots. Also a red long sleeve shirt underneath a sleeveless vest. Over that is a black leather jacket with a loose blue scarf. Wears his armor over the jacket and pants.
Gadgets/Tech/Weapons: Has gauntlets and greaves that he uses to assist him in forming constructs. Both have vents which he focuses his flames through. For his gauntlets, he has an opening on the inner part of his wrist and the back of his hand. For his greaves, openings on the bottom near his ankles.
Suitable/Beneficial/Weak Environmental Effects
Best Quirk Environment: Dry, open areas with high visibility, light exposure and little to no wind.
Weak Quirk Environment: High humidity, Extreme Weather (i.e heavy rain/wind) with large cloud cover. Enclosed spaces such as inside a building, tunnel, or cave.
Update on character:
Quirk Awakening - Shadow Ember Forge:
Upon a harrowing encounter that tests the boundaries of his capabilities, Nishioka Kohaku delves into uncharted territories of his quirk, unlocking the enigmatic Shadow Ember Forge. This evolution intertwines his magenta flames with an ethereal cloak of shadow, imbuing his constructs with an unprecedented blend of darkness and venomous intensity. The Shadow Ember Forge grants Kohaku the power to manifest intricate shadow-infused weapons and versatile constructs, enhancing his combat prowess and strategic adaptability on the battlefield.
Enhanced Combat Techniques:
- Shadow Ember Arsenal: Through the Shadow Ember Forge, Kohaku gains access to a diverse array of shadow-imbued weaponry, ranging from dual blades adorned with ethereal flames to a shadow-infused gun capable of unleashing devastating projectiles. These formidable armaments combine the lethal properties of his magenta flames with the shrouded darkness, enabling him to engage adversaries with heightened precision and ferocity.
- Golem of Shadows: Expanding his control over shadow constructs, Kohaku can now summon formidable golems infused with the essence of the Shadow Ember Forge. These towering entities exhibit a fusion of his fiery past and enigmatic present, serving as formidable allies in combat and tactical maneuvers, bolstering his strategic advantage in challenging confrontations.
As Kohaku delves deeper into the intricacies of the Shadow Ember Forge, the strain of maintaining the delicate balance between shadow and flame energies intensifies. The fusion of these dual elements demands heightened mental fortitude and concentration, amplifying the risk of mental fatigue and potential loss of control over the quirk's volatile nature. Additionally, the shadowy tendrils of the Forge may occasionally exhibit a will of their own, testing Kohaku's resolve and challenging his mastery over the fused abilities.
Costume Enhancement:
To align with the evolved prowess granted by the Shadow Ember Forge, Nishioka Kohaku's costume undergoes a transformative upgrade, integrating elements that reflect the fusion of shadow and flame. His attire now features subtle shadow ember accents, intertwining with the dark pleather pants and leather jacket, evoking an ominous yet captivating aesthetic that symbolizes his dual nature as Ifrit, the enigmatic villain of Einherjar.
2024.05.11 16:49 jimiblakk Question for experiencers who are fans of Simple Minds
Hi all, I have a question for those who fit two criteria -
a) you personally remember Nelson Mandela dying in prison in the mid-80's and,
b) you purchased the album 'Street Fighting Years' or the EP 'Ballad of the Streets' by the Scottish rock band Simple Minds upon release in 1989.
The (rather excellent, if you ask me) album contains the track 'Mandela Day' as track eight, and as track two of the EP.
The song was written for the Nelson Mandela 70th Birthday Tribute Concert held at Wembley Stadium, London, on 11th June 1988, a benefit concert for the ten-imprisoned Mandela, and subsequently released on the EP and Album in February and May respectively of the following year.
My question is - if you are a diehard fan of Simple Minds and purchased the album in 1989 but also swear that they remember Mandela's death in prison a few years earlier, was the song 'Mandela Day' actually on the album when you bought it? As far as I am aware, it appears on all formats, be it CD, Cassette or Vinyl. My CD version is from that era, unremastered, and it contains the song.
Did the song change in any way? Did the lyrics change? Was the song replaced by something else?
As it stands right now, the current lyrics to the song, and even the story behind its creation, all make no sense if Mandela was deceased by 1988/1989.
I, personally, do not remember Mandela's death in the mid-80's. I was born in 1987, and I have vivid memories of watching Mandela around 1994 on Newsround, a BBC television news program for children. I also, have only gotten into Simple Minds around 2012, so I don't know if the album ever changed (I doubt it would have for me, as I seem to be from the timeline where he lived)
I have a few Mandela effects that have affected me - Pikachu's tail, the location of Sri Lanka, that damn cornucopia... but I don't seem to be affected by the effect that named the phenomenon.
So, Reddit - help me. There's gotta be at least one Redditor out there who is such a fan of the album that they can sing every word, and yet clearly remember Mandela's mid-80's death.
I have a couple of theories about the nature of the effect, but they're pretty wild, and I think an honest answer to this question might help me wrap my head around what I suspect is going on.
Thanks in advance :)
EDIT: Formatting.
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a) you personally remember Nelson Mandela dying in prison in the mid-80's and,
b) you purchased the album 'Street Fighting Years' or the EP 'Ballad of the Streets' by the Scottish rock band Simple Minds upon release in 1989.
The (rather excellent, if you ask me) album contains the track 'Mandela Day' as track eight, and as track two of the EP.
The song was written for the Nelson Mandela 70th Birthday Tribute Concert held at Wembley Stadium, London, on 11th June 1988, a benefit concert for the ten-imprisoned Mandela, and subsequently released on the EP and Album in February and May respectively of the following year.
My question is - if you are a diehard fan of Simple Minds and purchased the album in 1989 but also swear that they remember Mandela's death in prison a few years earlier, was the song 'Mandela Day' actually on the album when you bought it? As far as I am aware, it appears on all formats, be it CD, Cassette or Vinyl. My CD version is from that era, unremastered, and it contains the song.
Did the song change in any way? Did the lyrics change? Was the song replaced by something else?
As it stands right now, the current lyrics to the song, and even the story behind its creation, all make no sense if Mandela was deceased by 1988/1989.
I, personally, do not remember Mandela's death in the mid-80's. I was born in 1987, and I have vivid memories of watching Mandela around 1994 on Newsround, a BBC television news program for children. I also, have only gotten into Simple Minds around 2012, so I don't know if the album ever changed (I doubt it would have for me, as I seem to be from the timeline where he lived)
I have a few Mandela effects that have affected me - Pikachu's tail, the location of Sri Lanka, that damn cornucopia... but I don't seem to be affected by the effect that named the phenomenon.
So, Reddit - help me. There's gotta be at least one Redditor out there who is such a fan of the album that they can sing every word, and yet clearly remember Mandela's mid-80's death.
I have a couple of theories about the nature of the effect, but they're pretty wild, and I think an honest answer to this question might help me wrap my head around what I suspect is going on.
Thanks in advance :)
EDIT: Formatting.
2024.05.11 02:56 PhilMathers Sophie V - FInal Days
10,000 Stolen Days
May 10, 2024 marked exactly 10,000 days since Sophie’s life was taken. 10,000 days which had they not been stolen from her in December 1996, must have seemed to be filled with possibility .1996 had been a banner year, she had achieved so much in the previous 6 months, setting up her production company "Les Champs Blancs", and producing three different productions, with more on the way. But it had been exhausting few months with all this work and travel, and although Christmas is a holiday, it is not always a relaxing one.Christmas had often been a difficult time for Sophie. She walked out her first husband Pierre Jean at Christmas 1981, so suddenly, she left her infant son behind and had to steal him back with a ruse involving a relative. She broke up with Bruno Carbonnet over Christmas in 1993. leaving him a puzzling note;
“Je suis partie là où tu n'a jamais été, là où tu n'iras jamais".
“I have left there where you have never been, there where you will never go”. This didn’t make much sense to Bruno. He waited alone for two weeks in the apartment hoping she would return, he a had bought a bicycle for Pierre Louis for Christmas. In January he left to teach in Le Harve and when he returned the locks had been changed and all his stuff was on the landing. Sophie was deliberate about change in her life she didn't just let things happen to her. Her agenda year planners reflect this. She was meticulous in recording meetings, calls, contact details and travel plans. She brought 1995, 1996 & 1997 year planners with her. There are notes and reminders stretching into February 1997. She even tore off the little perforated corners as each week passed. It's a poignant reminder of how abruptly her life was cut off in full flow - the week beginning 23/12/1996 still has its corner intact.
Sophie’s style was austere, almost minimalist. Her cottage was painted white inside and out, with a except for the ground floor, which was black slate with a shiny varnish. The only decorations were a few sprigs of holly placed by the housekeeper to welcome her. A traditional Christmas week filled with loud music, tinsel and overconsumption was the diametric opposite of her character.
Worse there is the prospect having to trade pleasantries with tiresome relatives.
That Christmas Daniel had decided for the first time to have a big family Christmas inviting his extended aristocratic family to his chateau in Ambax in the South of France. For Sophie, who even after six years of marriage barely knew Daniel’s relatives, this was an easy choice and a hard no.
She bought her ticket on the morning of her travel planning to spend nearly a week in Ireland including Christmas Day and return on the 26th. It may be that this was the only return flight she could get at the time. Or it may be, as she told her aunt Madame Opalka “she was going to go to Ireland to spend Christmas there, because the house in Ambax was full of people”. From what Daniel has said, and from what others have said, it may be he tried to persuade her to come to Ambax for Christmas and convinced her. Sometime during the weekend she got an itinerary by fax at the cottage confirming her flight back on the 24th. But even on Sunday afternoon she told friends she had not made up her mind which flight she would take.
It is difficult to say how well their marriage was going at that time because the reports vary. Daniel said it was "harmonius and peaceful" which was far from accurate. There are several biographies of Daniel Toscan du Plantier, and they paint a vivid picture of a man who though incomparably charming, lived his life his own way without much concern for his family. He married four times and in three cases his wives were already pregnant before they got married. When he married Sophie, his eldest son and daughter were not even told about it, they only found out later in the summer when Sophie turned up at events.
Some witnesses including Daniel said was it was the happiest period, others say she was basically “an official wife” and that “their open marriage was an open secret”. The truth was probably somewhere in between. She had visited Ambax in November and collaborated closely on the documentary Europa 101 with Daniel. Whatever their personal arrangement, Daniel was deeply affected by her death, even though he refused to come to Ireland. His daughter Ariane wrote how she spent months taking care of him, feeding him sedatives and sleeping pills. He was clearly overwhelmed, so Sophie must have been more than an "official wife" to him. Was their marriage "open"? They clearly had a high degree of independence from each and had affairs in the past.
Nevertheless, Sophie may have balked at spending Christmas in Ambax. For one thing, it was far away from Paris, where her friends and family lived. For another, Daniel’s family and entourage knew very little about her. Apart from his second son Carlo, who was friends with her son Pierre Louis and some servants, she would have been on her own. Christmas in Paris would have been tolerable, she could escape and visit her parents and friends whenever she wanted, but in Ambax, she would be cooped up with nowhere else to go.
There is a question of whether Daniel was having an affair at the time. According to a Garda memo, French journalist Caroline Mangez said that Daniel was with a female film producer. However the files are full of unsubstantiated rumours and lies. Even if he wasn’t having an affair Sophie may have suspected he was. If Daniel had invited a mistress, or even a former mistress, or a former wife to Ambax, it would be unbearably awkward for Sophie. Daniel had uncountable affairs, and many of his mistresses knew each other, some remained on good terms.
Daniel may have been faithful at that time, perhaps he was telling the truth when he said their marriage was harmonius, but in any case Sophie had other reasons to skip Christmas. She had wanted to come to Dunmanus for months, but work got in the way. The heating had just been fixed and she needed to pay the plumber and her housekeeper. They preferred cash.
And if Daniel was unhappy that she wasn’t going to be there for Christmas, they were going on holiday together in the New Year to Dakar, Senegal. It would be much easier for Sophie to be with Daniel by himself than his whole family. This trip to Ireland would be a breather for her. She didn’t want to be alone, she asked at least 8 different people to accompany her, including 2 former intimate partners, though there is no evidence that she was having an affair or intended to have an affair.
There is a post-it note with a message in Sophie's hand seemingly inviting someone to spend Christmas: "Je vous laisse le choix : venir ou de refuser histoire que vous passiez un bon noel"
"I leave you the choice: come or refuse just so you have a good Christmas"
Whoever that note was written to, it was to someone she addressed as "vous" so not one of her closest friends or family.
Work
If she had another relationship, it is not obvious from her diary and it was unknown to her friends. What her diary does show though is that she had thrown herself into work.Apart from her agenda she kept a working notebook, a red hardback book which is filled with a tantalizing mash of different references to famous works of art, music, and contacts details of artists and philosophers. She had recently completed work on three different films. The first work was a documentary on African Art. The next was Europa 101, a documentary written by Daniel showcasing the wealth of European cinema. This was Daniel’s pet project, he loathed US cinema and the dominance of Hollywood. He once likened his wife’s death to a “bad movie”. His life’s work was a “struggle against cheap portrayals of violence, which is what leads to deaths like this” (Irish Independent 12/07/1998). This project involved gathering interviews and footage from dozens of famous directors and actors, including John Malkovich, Ingmar Berman, Pedro Almodovar, Werner Herzog, Nanni Moretti, Jean Luc Godard and many others. It was broadcast on December 8, 1996.
The third was an art house movie called “He sees folds everywhere”, a concept movie exploring the idea of folds and creases in everyday life, in hanging clothes, paper, wrinkles on skin, folds of a human brain. This was a project of the director Guy Girard, and it was the work to complete this that delayed her trip to Ireland. But she had other projects in train in her notebook. She was researching Greek folk music, Rebetiko. She had a project or projects in mind which were somewhat dark in nature.
She was in contact with George Didi-Huberman who had written a book called “The Invention of Hysteria”. This is a photographic history of how Jean Marie Charcot – one of the giants of 19c French science – locked up thousands of women for the imagined maladies of hysteria, lethargy, catalepsie and experimented on them, deliberately photographing them in contrived and frightening poses. It is a very weird and frightening history.
Her next project seems to have been based around human fluids. Her final notes are filled with references to human flesh, death and the four medieval humours of blood, phlegm, black bile, yellow bile. There are extensive notes to what seems to be a lecture given by linguist Jean Claude Milner on the subject of melancholia. Note that “melancholia” is a synonym for “black bile”, one of the four humours.
She was researching the avant garde Irish/British painter Francis Bacon, who was known for producing uniquely disturbing images. She references “Three Studies for the Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion”. There was a Bacon exhibition in Centre Pompidou in 1996 and Sophie must have attended it. Her notebook contains her jottings from a lecture on Bacon by writer Philippe Sollers which seemed focused on blood.
"Why does painting touch the central nervous system?" "We are carcasses of meat, meat above all" "The canvas bleeds, blood spurts red" "Dostoyevsky had a crisis in front of the 16th century Hans Holbein’s painting “The Body of the Dead Christ in the Tomb She jotted down a quote from the play Libation Bearers from Aeschylus:
Orestes sees the Furies coming and exclaims "O Lord Apollon look! Now they come in troops, and from their eyes they drip loathsome blood!"
The last entry reads "research the Furies"
Friday
Having failed to convince anyone to join her in Ireland for Christmas, she went alone. She telephoned Josephine on Tuesday 17th, told her she would be arriving alone on Friday. She called her again on Thursday to ask her to make sure the house would be warm.She went to the airport on Friday morning, bought a ticket with the return date on the 26th, carrying with her a rather hefty bag filled with clothes, including some eveningwear. Perhaps she envisaged visiting people at Christmas time. She expected to stay nearly a week. Later, possibly on Sunday she changed her ticket, she called the Aer Lingus ticket desk in Charles de Gaulle airport, Paris and got a return flight for the 24th. She received the itinerary details by fax, as she had a machine in the cottage.
She was not in a good mood when she arrived. She had some words with the woman at the Avis counter who passed her to her colleague. The photos on CCTV show a woman looking tired and drawn, something which was remarked upon by the Avis rep, who estimated she was in her forties, a little older than her 38 years. But nobody looks their best walking off an aircraft. She had also attended the Unifrance Christmas party the night before. This was a lavish party held in “Les Bains Douche”, a unique Paris nightclub combined with a swimming pool. Apart from the late night, the social effort must have been tiring. There was a rumour that Sophie had a row that night at Les Bains, a row with one of Daniel’s mistresses, but I have never heard that confirmed. But other reports say that those who met her there found her "radiant", "in good form", "playful". "She went arm in arm to see friends," one guest at the party told Paris Match, "but she always came back to the table where Daniel was sitting." (Paris Match 09/01/1997) Daniel was quoted years later by Michael Sheridan - “She spent some hours having an intense, passionate conversation with a film-maker” - Alain Terzian, producer of Les Visiteurs, one of the most successful French comedies of the 1990s.
Strangely though, Daniel’s first statement said she left on Wednesday. So perhaps it didn’t register with him that she was at the Unifrance party with him on Thursday 19th, or perhaps he had forgotten the party altogether.
Sophie was captured on Cork Airport CCTV at 14:41 pushing a trolley through the arrivals gate. The scheduled arrival time was 13:20, but because of almost an hour’s delay in departure it didn’t touch down until after 2. It would have taken about 15 minutes to pick up baggage from the carousel.
Cork is a small airport and it is quick to get through the arrival hall to the car hire desks, only a matter of a few meters away.
Sophie hired a silver Ford Fiesta and would have been on the road by 14:50.
The quickest route to West Cork would have been via Bandon and Dunmanway but it is more likely she went via Clonakilty and Skibbereen. She stopped in Ballydehob to buy kindling. She may have stopped in Skibbereen to buy petrol. A pump attendant reported seeing a woman matching her description driving a silver Ford buying petrol. He also noted a tall male companion in the passenger seat. The Gardai discounted this sighting because they accounted for the petrol in the car when it was hired and the mileage thereafter. There were also some discrepancies in the vehicle’s appearance and its description in the statement. Also the Ballydehob sighting is more reliable as the woman got a chance to talk to her. It would seem odd to stop in both Skibbereen and Ballydehob, both petrol stations.
But she seems to have stopped again in Schull because she bought bread and cheese in the Courtyard Deli, and this was most likely on Friday. She talked with the proprietor, Denis Quinlan to ask if there would be live music. At this stage it would have been around 4:30pm and after this she went to the cottage. She called her caretaker Josephine at 5:15, so she must have been at home by then. We don’t know if she went out after that point. She may have stayed in. At 10:15 she called her friend Agnès Thomas and spoke to her for half an hour.
Saturday
Sophie’s whereabouts on Saturday morning are unknown. Perhaps she stayed in, perhaps she went out. Finbarr Hellen was working on his land nearby and saw her car outside the house 12 to 1pm. He didn’t see her and thought it was unusual for her not to come out and say hello. He also remarked her car was parked in an unusual place. He did not elaborate more than this.The next event we know is that she bought some groceries in Brosnans supermarket on the main street in Schull and took £200 out of the ATM.
For the curious, her shopping list is listed below:
| Item | Price |
|---|---|
| Firelighters | 0.85 |
| Independent Newspaper | 0.85 |
| EP Televised "Chopped" & Her | 0.52 |
| Parsley | 0.40 |
| Low Fat Yoghurt | 1.90 |
| Ballygowan Natural Spring Water | 0.85 |
| Napolina Penne | 0.75 |
| Rashers | 1.26 |
| Courgettes | 1.23 |
| Chicory | 1.79 |
| Onions | 0.09 |
| Fox's Classic Biscuits | 0.83 |
| Flat Mushrooms | 0.65 |
| Pepper Coated Salami | 0.85 |
| Cooked Turkey | 1.89 |
| Mushrooms | 0.34 |
| Avonmore Leek & Potato Soup | 0.99 |
| Monini Olive Oil | 3.45 |
| Ballygowan Natural Spring Water | 0.85 |
| Avonmore Carrot & Coriander Soup | 0.99 |
| Ballygowan Natural Spring Water | 0.85 |
| 22.18 |
The till recorded a time of 2:49pm.
Sometime after this or perhaps before Sophie entered Tara Fashions, the clothes shop run by Marie Farrell. What Marie Farrell saw that day and subsequent days has been subject to revision, retraction and details seemed to be added with each telling. But I think the most reliable report is the first and all the subsequent revisions cannot be trusted. Farrell called the Gardai on the 25th but they didn’t get around to taking a statement from her until 27th. Even so we can assume her memory was fresh. Here is her statement, verbatim.,
On Saturday the 21st December 1996 I was working in my shop at Main Street, Schull, Co. Cork. Between 2p.m. and 3p.m. I noticed a weird looking character across the road from my shop. He was approx 5’10” in height, late 30’s, scruffy looking, long black coat, flat black beret, thin build, sallow skin, short hair. He was there for about 10 minutes. On Sunday morning at 7.15a.m. approximately I noticed the same man on the road at Airhill. When I saw him he was walking towards Goleen on the right hand side of the road and I was travelling in the opposite direction. When he saw me he stopped and put up his hand to thumb a lift. I did not see this man before or since. On Saturday the 21.12.1996 at approx 3p.m. there was a woman in my shop. She did not buy anything. I now know that this woman was the deceased woman from Goleen. I recognised her from the photograph on the television.
There is also a record of her questionnaire which may have been taken earlier than this statement.
In reply to question no 8 When/where did you last see him/her alive? She replied "saw her in shop. She bought a "Carrig Donn" aran sweater aran nap coloured, rolled neck late Sat aftemoon. Paid £39.00. Questions No. 9, 10, 11 & 12 were left blank. In reply to question No. 13 "any other help?" Marie Farrell replied "saw a man on Sat afternoon hanging around street. Desc late 30's, 5'10" very short hair wearing black beret. Saw him again Sun morning @ 7.20am walking towards Airhill but thumbed her.
In a later questionnaire, Farrell said the sweater was too big and she didn’t buy it.
What is interesting her is that Farrell does not draw any explicit linkage between the weird character in the long black coat and the woman in the shop. They were just there at approximately the same time. Farrell did say in later statements that the man followed her up Ardnamanagh road, but this was many years later. Her statements that she saw the same man at Kealfadda bridge at 3am on Monday are untrustworthy, but we won't go into this here.
A farmer, Frank Lannin, saw Sophie driving towards Schull from Goleen around 3pm. She saluted him as she passed him in his tractor. The time or the direction of travel must be wrong here.
The final sighting on Saturday she was seen in the Courtyard pub, eating a crab sandwich and left at 3:30pm. Sally Bolger went to feed her horses on Alfie Lyons land at 4:15pm and says she saw Sophie’s car at her house.
Saturday evening is a complete blank. Nobody saw her, she may have called people on the phone but we don’t have precise details. Her husband said she called him twice on Saturday, but we don’t have any confirmation of this.
At some point Sophie changed her ticket home. Her diary has a number listed as “O’Mahony” and the number was the line to the Aer Lingus ticket desk in Charles-de-Gaulle Roissy airport. The new itinerary was faxed to her in her cottage. The reason why she decided to come home early is not known. Her friend Jean Senet said her husband Daniel persuaded her. For his part Daniel said there was no particular plan and he was to pick her up from the airport at Toulouse at 8pm. Another report tells that she came home early to meet her father, so she could help him with his taxes.
Sunday
For Sunday morning we don’t have any reports.She called to Dunlough at in the early afternoon, perhaps around 1pm. Sophie had walked here several times before. It is a spectacular headland featuring a lake and three crumbling castles. It was cold and dry at the time, good weather for a walk, if bracing. It is necessary to pass the farm to walk the headland and when Sophie did so she met Tomi Ungerer. This was the second time they had met. Sophie had called here in April but it seemed Tomi and his wife were having a row at the time and Tomi had not paid much attention. Daniel said that Sophie feigned a puncture as an excused to call to the farm. In June Sophie had sent Tomi a fax about the death of a mutual colleague, Gilbert Estève. She may have been seeking information or just making contact. Sophie made a habit out of making contacts with important artists and thinkers. It was one of the things that a colleague said of her, she knew all the right people. It is possible that Tomi was one of the people Sophie wanted to meet for a while. Tomi invited her in for a drink after she had finished her walk. She returned an hour later and they had a conversation over two glasses of wine.
Tomi was a renowned visual artist, with a keen eye and a professional interest in culture. Born in Alsace he was marked by World War II and had seen the ravages of the Nazis and the backlash from the French afterwards. He worked for as a cultural ambassador to improve Franco German relations.
The statement that Tomi gave is remarkable in the insight it gives to Sophie’s character her interests and state of mind.
“She was saying how great Ireland was for literature and education compared to France, how France had thousands of books published every year but that there was no good Authors there, how Ireland was vibrant as a centre of literature for a small Country. She discussed her family, moreover her children and their education in France. She indicated that the reason she was here in Ireland was she wanted to be alone for Christmas. I considered this strange but I sometimes like to be alone too. We talked about books and culture and how the language here was more meaningful and truthful compared to the superficial nature of the French.”
“She seemed a very genuine person, a fine person, not pretentious or snobby. I thought she was deep and intelligent, so much so that I made notes of some things she said, “In a language there should be no need of the use of cuteness” “The problem of France is her lack of modesty”. I wrote those saying they might be useful for my work in the futre. I wrote the quotes on a card in which we exchanged addresses before she left. On hindsight now I would go as far as saying she was not beaming, that she had something on her mind. It’s hard when you do not know someone well to say. I offered her a third glass of wine but she did not take any. We gave her some eggs to take with her, half dozen for her supper. We have hens.”
The word “genuine” is telling. Tomi was struck by Irish people, how the highest compliment an Irish person can give about another, is to say that person is “genuine”.
Tomi described her appearance:
“She was wearing some type of black leather expensive looking pants, brown suede hiking boots, a white/cream ribbed polo necked sweater and a beige wool blazer and a navy blue wool jacket with belt and a navy wool cap and red suede gloves, wine/red gloves. She was dressed very well. She had her hair tied back.”
As to her demeanor, this seems to have grown with the telling. The documentaries made much of the legend of the lady of the lake, whose appearance is reputed to be a harbinger of death. This lurid tale does not feature in the early Garda statements. Tomi remarked that “she was not beaming”, that she may have had something on her mind. His wife Yvonne turned up while they were chatting.
“While we were chatting, Sophie told me that while she was up at the castles she felt this great anxiety almost fear. This is not an uncommon feeling for people who visit the castles. She wasn’t in a cheerful mood but she wasn’t really glum either. She talked about her plans for the future and we spoke about meeting up in Paris in the Spring. She seemed happy to be here and she wanted to be here. She said she liked it here but her husband didn’t. She said she would be back at Easter. We made vague arrangements to meet over the next three days. I gave Sophie some eggs and she left here at about 5.45 p.m.” Yvonne’s estimate of the time she left must be an error. It is more likely she left at around 3:45.
After leaving Dunlough Sophie went to Crookhaven to Sullivans pub, a legendary stop. Here she spoke with the proprietor Billy O’Sullivan and his son Dermot, both of whom speak good French and knew Sophie from prior visits. They also knew her friend Alexandra Lewy. One time Alexandra had arranged to buy a cast iron church gate for Sophie’s birthday, Sophie was fond of antiques and bric-a-brac. Dermot had carried this gate up to the cottage. Sophie asked about getting logs for her fire. Dermot recommended she go to a filling station. She said there was only kindling at the filling stations.
It is interesting that so much of Sophie’s alleged stops and conversations were about fire, kindling, logs etc. Despite this, the photos from her house show she had a lot of fuel. There is a stack of logs, several bales of peat briquettes, what looks to be a 40kg bag of coal and one, perhaps two baskets full of kindling. She had enough for days of fires, unless she lit both hearths, which would be unlikely considering the second hearth did not draft properly, and she was arranging to have it fixed. The kindling may have been bought from Camiers Garage when Kitty Kingston reported meeting her on Friday.
She told her friend Alexandra before she left that she was going to sleep in the guest room because it was the warmest room, being directly above the oil range. There was also a brass bedwarmer found next to her bed. All these details point to Sophie being acutely aware of the cold.
A witness heard her discussing the old Coastguard houses with the Sullivans. These are a prominent landmark visible from O’Sullivan’s pub across the water. The witness left before Sophie did at 4:30pm so she must have returned to the cottage no earlier than 5pm.
The witness noted she was wearing “black leather pants and brown suede desert boots and a long chunky jumper”. This matches well with Tomi Ungerer’s account.
Note the "desert boots" seen by this witness and the "suede hiking boots" mentioned by Tomi Ungerer are probably not the hiking boots she was wearing when she died. The hiking boots she was wearing were very worn, the laces had snapped and had been tied halfway down the lace holes. It looks to me she shoved them on without untying/tying the laces. Sophie would not have visited Schull wearing old worn-out shoes. A pair of dark brown suede "desert boots" are visible at the bottom of the stairs in the garda photos. These match better with the shoes seen by the witness.
It’s 25 minutes drive from Crookhaven back to the cottage so if Sophie left at 4:30 she would have been back home before 5pm.
We know she most likely went home, because at 5:32pm she called her friend Agnès Thomas to wish her a happy birthday. Agnès was out so Sophie left a message.
The postman called at 6pm and noted the lights were on. Presumably he was doing a Sunday shift to cope with the Christmas rush. He didn’t see Sophie’s car, but as he only went as far as the lower gate, it is quite possible he missed it.
At 7:30pm she called her housekeeper Josephine but she was out. She tried her again at 9:10pm but again she was out. Josephine returned and called her back at 10pm. Sophie told her she would be leaving on the 24th, not the 26th as she originally intended. They arranged to meet the following day at noon.
Sophie’s phone records were not available, as the exchange she was on was a traditional analogue exchange, with no recording facility. Schull was one of the last places in the country to have such an old system. Days later Garda technicians tried to retrieve call details from her cordless phone but its batteries were flat and nothing was found.
At around 10:30pm she called her husband Daniel, who said he couldn’t take her call. He said he was in a meeting with Unifrance associates. As it was nearly midnight in France, this an unusual time to have a work meeting. Daniel called her back “about twelve minutes later”. He said she was sleepy and probably in bed. Given that the cordless phone was found next to her bed, this seems plausible. He also said that she told him about her visit to the Ungerers and had formed a work project with him. He said she told him she returned home at 9:30pm, but he could be wrong about this. The phone calls to her friend and housekeeper strongly suggest she was at home from 5:30pm.
This was the last anyone heard from Sophie until her body was discovered at 10am the following morning.
From this point all we have is are the police photos and the story they tell is ambiguous, there are multiple possible interpretations.
The fire was lit that evening and there was an empty wine glass on the mantlepiece with dregs of wine in it. There was a loaf of bread, a white crusty “basket loaf” which had been sliced and left open. This is odd as there are no crumbs visible on the table and no plate. Would Sophie have gone to bed leaving the bread out? It’s possible. Another possibility is that the bread was sliced in the morning. But if so where is the plate that she used?
Conceivably Sophie may have left these items from another evening, but it is more likely she consumed the wine that evening, possibly with some cheese she had in her pantry, and the bread she had cut. There was a book open on the table, propped open by a jar of honey next to an empty teacup. However as the cordless phone was found by her bedside, it seems likely this was all left from the previous evening.
It seems the most likely Sophie spent her last night reading, went to bed and then took the call from Daniel.
The book propped open was not a Yeat’s anthology. There is a tale repeated by many true crime authors that Sophie was reading a Yeats poem called “A Dream Death”. It contains the lines
I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place Near no accustomed hand,
Ralph Riegel titled his book after this poem. But this is not the poem she was reading, if any. Yes there was a Yeats anthology found on her bed, but not the bed she slept in, it was on the bed in her personal room which she didn’t use that weekend. The anthology is “Quarente-cinq poèmes suivi de La Résurrection”, a collection of later Yeats poems translated by Yves Bonnefoy. It does not contain the poem “A Dream of Death” but it does contain a poem called “Death”, a meditation on how animals die versus men.
Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all;
But the Yeats anthology is not open on the bed, it is closed in the police photos. Unless the Gardai picked it up before photographing the room, then we cannot be sure what poem or poems she read. As regards the book propped open on the kitchen table, it’s prose and it is French. Journalist Lara Marlowe wrote that the book open on the table was a book about lighthouses.
Among the exhibits the Gardai took are three books
- Le Coeur Battant – “The beating heart” – this is the title of a 1960 French movie.
- Le Tenes Vert – Unknown – looks like a transcription error by the Gardai, could be “Les Terres Vertes”
- Le Cine Monde – World Cinema
On the shelf in her box bedroom we can see a book by Virginia Woolf, the title itself is illegible in the photo but Woolf’s distinctive profile photo is visible on the spine. I wonder if the book might be “A Room of one’s Own”. This essay advocated that a woman writer could never accomplish anything unless she had financial independence and her own space to work in. Even if it was some other book by Woolf, this essay would have been known to Sophie. It hints at what the white cottage meant to her. Her tiny box room tucked under the gable and raised single bed was a quasi-monastic cell - a creative space, a room of her own in West Cork.
2024.05.09 20:27 Infinite_Goddess1133 An old acquaintance revisits Mina's story - Q&A
EDITED : to add more Q&A about her first 2 marriages
I've compiled u/annoyedbasicbabe's responses to the questions asked in the comments of various posts :
Were you following Mina’s channel like rest of us. And did ppl who know her called it BS from day one ?
I never followed her channel because her advice was not fitted to the type of person I am. I have recently been watching clips that have been posted here so I can help answer some of the questions. I am shocked to hear a lot of the things that have come up here. I wish I had known sooner.
People who knew her claim that they caught her bs from day one. I’m not sure of how accurate that may be. It’s hard to admit you’re wrong so I am not sure if they are being truthful.
so were you surprised at the kind of advice she was doling out?? I mean, given you'd known her almost her whole life....You said something about cutting her off "after she switched personalities in 2019"...did this "personality switch" come as a surprise and shock to you??
Yes- I was surprised at the type of advice she was giving. ESP lately!
But wasn’t really surprised at the personality change. She kind of always was a conniving person.
How is her image in-front of ppl now… now after this sub reddit ?
Most of us are shocked but then at the same time, we aren’t. She cut off contact with relatives quite a while ago. So many of them are just learning about it. Honestly, I don’t think she cares what others say about her. Even if she does, she will never admit it.
Sheena was her moms’ nickname ?
Nope. Not true. Never heard a soul call her that. Get a life, Mina.
Mina’s mom’s name does not sound like nor is similar to Sheena. Not the letters. Not the pronunciation.
Do you know her personally? If yes, please share more
Yes. Knew both. Mina and her Mom.
Ok, anything that Mina has shared on her channel that you know is untrue?
lol this will take a very long time to answer. Can you be more specific? She lies a lot so not sure how to go about answering your question. Sorry.
Like her life story of going from rape, sexual abuse to being a spoiled wife, happy kids, her income- i mean the thing for which women relate to her and then buy from her.
I can’t speak on the rape and SA but all I know is that it’s very unlikely that her parents would leave her with men off the streets as she claims. They were very loving people and helped their siblings, which is normal for immigrants. So I am shocked to hear any of that. I’m glad they didn’t live to see this day because they would be very hurt by this.
I don’t know what her standard of a spoiled wife is. She is very selfish. She gets what she wants so maybe she thinks that’s being spoiled. To me.. being spoiled is when others are lavishing you with things.
Her kids used to be very well taken care of before 2019-2020ish. It’s around that time when they those poor kids lost their mother to YouTube and coaching. Mina used to be a wonderful mother. She used to give them love and attention and then when she got all this attention online, she kind of let them be on their tablets and amongst themselves. So, to answer your question.. no. Her kids are not happy. They are living with a narcissist who always wins and gets their way.
I am not sure about her income because when someone lies to about several things, I don’t believe what they say.
CHILDHOOD
What was her childhood like, did she grow up in poverty, move home frequently, have parents that didn’t care for the children ( remember her saying her father threatened to kill himself and the children because he was mad with her mom - they had ropes around his/their neck I think ) ?
Growing up her parents were middle class immigrants who worked a lot. After reading your message, I asked about the story of being tied up and etc, but that has been denied by her siblings and they are appalled at Mina’s ability to make such terrible lies about her deceased parents. She’s officially bought her ticket to hell.
She behaves as if her parents made her do all house chores and shit.
Mina never did a single chore for them. They were even afraid to ask her to do something because of the manner in which she spoke with them.
Her mom and dad cooked for her when she was working. They looked after her son so she could work and have a life. Shame on her for lying about them.
And now selling her parent’s private life experience for money. Her parents were immigrants who were trying their best to survive through hardwork not like scammer Mina.
Yes. The dead can’t come defend themselves so she’s taking advantage of that.
HER 20’s IN CHICAGO
Did she really go to NWU ? what degree does she have ?
Yes. She went to Northwestern University. She told us that her bachelors degree is in philosophy.
Is this from first hand knowledge or is this from Mina?
I have first hand knowledge because I knew him before and during their marriage. I didn’t bother to keep up with his life after they divorced but I looked him up around 2019 and saw he had moved on quite a while ago.
Oh so u know the first husband? Can you spill more tea? Does everything mina say about him online true?
I don’t know him anymore because I didn’t keep in touch with him after their divorce.
I think Mina likes to play victim and exaggerate things. He was just as ridiculous as she currently is. He would do whatever to get what he wants. Sound familiar?
So why doesn’t he want a relationship with their son? Or is that another lie Mina tells.
I’m not sure about that. Like I said, I’m not in touch with him.
It takes a total of three years to get green card through marriage.
I know the process isn’t quick but her ex was in the picture until a few months after Armaan’s first birthday because we met him at his 1st birthday party. So, I do believe the green card story to be true.
Ohh so she divorced him after 2-3 years ? Because you have to stay married for 2 years if I am not wrong to qualify for greencard or maybe he found another woman later to sponsor his green card.
I am unsure of the green card process esp nearly 20 years ago but yes, they were married at least for at least 2 years. It was somewhere around 2006 where we stopped seeing him at gatherings.
Did she really have a real estate empire and owned multiple homes or did she just work as a real estate agent or neither?
She worked as a real estate agent. Her mom was the one with the empire and had multiple homes that she sold for investments. She was very successful. I recall going to her mom’s place and seeing all her awards.
Mina stopped working when she got married. This was a kind gesture from Irfan because he wanted her to relax. She didn’t have any money to contribute either.
Mina did not own a home to sell. I am not sure why she keeps saying that she had a house that she sold. She didn’t have a house or even a car to her name when she got married.
Did she ever own a luxury condo in Chicago? Or was that a lie as well?
She owned a condo. It wasn’t luxury lol. It was a normal condo worth around 120k-ish.
Her ex did not take advantage of this because she bought this after the divorce when she started working with her mom.
The lies are making me sick.
So she just gave all of her hard work away when her mother got sick? Where were her siblings, her father wasn’t working? She was the only one to sacrifice everything that she had, even though she had a young son that she needed to provide for?
Mina left right when it got bad with her mom’s health. She left her siblings and mom in a huge financial crisis and moved on with her new hubby. It angers me that she’s lying about all this when there are sooo many relatives who know exactly what she did when the going got tough.
What happened to all of Mina’s mom’s wealth after she died? Or did she really send it all back to Pakistan?
Mina’s mom fought cancer for 2 years before passing away. Her wealth was used during the time she didn’t work. She wasn’t as rich as one might think when they hear “empire” because she was an extremely giving person and gave a lot away whenever someone asked for help. I don’t think there was anyone she wouldn’t help.
And no.. her money wasn’t sent to Pakistan like Mina claims.
Her mom was not one to save money. She would spend it on others. Loved giving gifts and spending money on holidays and gifts. She also loved feeding people. She was an amazing person and her relatives still talk about her as if they just lost her.. although it’s been 14 years.
Did she really live with her parents when her mother was ill? She has made it seem like she was the caretaker of her mother.
No way. She should get struck by lightning for saying that.
She left right when her mom got sick. Maybe you guys don’t know this but Mina does not like elderly people nor sick people. She is not caretaker material. We didn’t see Mina back in Chicago her until her mom’s last few days and Mina left before the funeral, too. Wow. Just wow at Mina’s nerve!
Did I read correctly that Mona did not attend her own mother’s funeral??? That she left before the funeral???
That’s correct. Thankfully a lot of us were there to be there with her siblings. Some of her aunts and uncles tried to reach out to her to not to leave her younger siblings on their own during all this. But guess who could care less? lol.
Is it possible that Irfan is Mina's first scam victim? Or could her first "husband" (Armaan's father) be the true first victim? She bashes him all the time, but we don't truly know what happened between them?
Her first husband was just like her. Thats why it didn’t work out. He loved how he looked. He wanted to be center of attention. He wanted all the money in the world. Two people with these kinds of traits cannot live together. He was the textbook case of a narcissist… just like Mina. That’s why it didn’t work out.
By the way.. he moved on to marry someone he could control better. Just like Mina did.
A response to the post Her earlier (and maybe current?) teachings on selfishness
Mina was never a doormat. I don’t know where she got that idea from. She was always selfish.
The reason why her first marriage did not work was because Mina is used to being the manipulator in the relationship. When she married someone who was also a manipulator and probably a better one, she couldn’t be with him anymore. She needs someone who she can overpower and manipulate.
Interestingly she also mentioned that when her mom was passing. She was least bothered about Mina compared to other siblings because Mina was selfish and would take care of self.
This is absolutely true. She was least bothered by it. She also left the entire funeral care up to them and didn’t bother attending.
\New questions added**
How old was Mina when she got married the first time? (In other words, who was the first husband? Armaan's father ?)
The first husband was not Armaan’s father. That was the second one.
How long this marriage did last ? (the marriage with mysterious guy, not Armaan's father)
I don’t remember how long it lasted because the divorce was hidden from most extended family and friends.
Was it an arrange marriage ?
We were told it was arranged.
Did he need a green card ?
Not that I know of.
Why they divorced ?
Not sure of why they divorced since it wasn’t shared and people found out eventually.
How old was she when married the first time?
16.
Wow Bombshell ! Thank you ! We need even more clarification, cause it seems like Mina told her « first marriage story » based on her 2 former marriages
first marriage
Second marriage
Did Mina actually finish her high school back then at 16 ? Any idea ?
No. She didn’t.
What was the general feel in the extended family when everyone heard they are getting her married so young ? The reason I ask this is , is it very common in her maternal and paternal family that girls get married that young ?
I don’t remember because I was too young to realize this. Sorry.
Did the extended family feel like Mina was forced into this marriage at 16 ? At least did she look like a happy bride / content bride ?
No. Not from what u can recall. She seemed content.
Was her first husband ( the one at 16 ) some cousin or some relative by any chance ?
No. Not a relative/cousin.
MARRIAGE WITH IRFAN
Did Mina actually do rotational dating while dating her husband??
From what I remember, they got married really quickly. She may have been talking to other people before that but she when she met Irfan and realized he had stability to offer, she married him. Poor guy.
You could have just asked if she was a psychopath or not. lol. I would have told you that she is without needing an analysis on rotational dating. But yes, she was talking to people from what I remember. She joined that matrimonial jazz when she needed an exit strategy because the going got tough with her mom being sick.
Years ago Irfans mother supposedly moved in with them and then Mina stopped talking about it and she didn’t live there anymore. Do you know what ever happened to the MIL by any chance?
They weren’t getting along so the MIL left. Not sure to where though. I don’t blame Mina for this one. It’s typical for things not to work out in joint family systems.
Do you know if Irfan’s family is onto her?
They were before she showed her true colors. Now they oft gossip and laugh behind her back because she acts crazy.
Do you know if Mina had Rheumatoid Arthritis like she claims, or was it just a lie and stepping stone to boost her channel numbers in the early days? The fact she doesn’t know how to pronounce it makes me doubt she ever had it.
She told everyone she did. No way for me to verify it.
Do you think Mina and Irfan have a happy marriage? Does he bow at her feet and is he as devoted to her as she claims?
Mina has a happy marriage. Irfan does not.
He used to be. Before she got into all this coaching stuff and became masculine. He doesn’t pack up and leave because he worked really hard to save and earn the money he has. He is the type of person that would put up with someone like Mina just so he doesn’t have to give her half of what he has.
I think he created his own monster and can’t escape.
Spoiled Wife ? Who pays the bills ?
Mina’s lifestyle is 💯% from her money. They used to live on a tight budget before she started making all this money. Mina had to save up and wait for anything over $200-$300 and she had to discuss each purchase with Irfan.
HER CHILDREN
I would like to know what her lifestyle and family life is really like?
I can’t say anything about her life since 2019 because I stopped associating with her for the safety of my kids. Her personality and influence was not something I wanted my daughter to be around so I cut her out of my life. I’m still in touch with her siblings but not her.
Is her oldest son in uni and traveling the world ?
Her son does not live with them. He lives in Houston though. Out of all of the kids, I feel bad for him the most because he was really smart and had a great chance of getting into college and becoming something. Mina did not want to put in the effort it takes to support your child through college because she was consumed in her coaching business. She literally ruined his life. I hope he someday goes back to school and is able to provide for himself without having to follow his mom’s footsteps.
Do her kids mix outside of the house, have friends or hobbies ?
Mina’s kids never really mingled outside of the home and didn’t have hobbies because Mina didn’t like dealing with other moms. I think Mina has issues with women because she sees that they are better than her. So I doubt this has changed.
She dint know what grade her daughter is in??? Is that true???
I believe that Mina forgot what grade her daughter was in. She really doesn’t care. You have to care to remember. Mina only sees and remembers herself.
This was a whole different story before YouTube became her life. Mina was such a great mom. She took care of her kids and was involved in their lives, schools, etc. I guess the money got to her head real bad. She’s going to regret it when these kids don’t want anything to do with her.
I wonder would irfan put up with that for the other two kids?
I guess by not doing anything to stop it.. seems like he is putting up with it.
Irfan always loved Armaan as his own. He gave him the type of love he needed. Such a shame that Mina makes it seem otherwise.
RELATIONSHIP WITH SIBLINGS, EXTENDED FAMILY & IN LAWS
And speaking of family, I can only the type of embarrassment her immediate and extended family must be experiencing. This is why either she has cut off the relationships with them (to not feel the sting of embarrassment from them) or they cut it off with her (so that they don't die of embarrassment for her actions).
The latter for sure. They cut her out when she kinda went bonkers in the earlier part of 2020.
How is she getting away with no accountability to anyone about how she talks total crap about them?
Because her parents are dead. Survivors (her siblings) have no legal claim on behalf of a deceased relative’s good name. So basically, can’t sue her for defamation/slander etc.
She talks about people other than her parents. She talks so poorly about her in laws. That is never acceptable in a South Asian family. How are there no repercussions for that?
Well, they should do something about that. They probably aren’t because of Irfan. No idea 🤷🏻♀️
A response to the post Starting a YT channel was NOT Mina's idea but her sister
Her sister and brother tried their level best to get Mina to NOT have a YouTube channel. They even gave ultimatums… thats why they aren’t in her life anymore. Guess it’s obvious what she picked!
Why did they not want her to have a YouTube channel?
Because she was always the type to let things get to her head. She didn’t do well with praise and was easily influenced by people. Not a good mix for YT followers.
OTHER QUESTIONS
Do you know if she practices magic/is deeply into the occult?
I’m not sure since this is something recent as it seems. I keep myself and my family away from her. I don’t trust her around my kids since she shifted personalities in 2019ish.
Do you know if she was raised around people who believe and practice witchcraft? And if any of her family , cousins , friends etc are the type to pathologically lie and manipulate? I just don’t understand how people can grow up to be and do things like this
lol umm so basically are you asking me if I am or my family practices witchcraft? 😂 jk jk. I get you.
And no. Most of Mina’s dad said of the family are religious families that pray and work hard to support their families. They live humble lifestyles. No witch 🧙 action.
Her mom’s side of the family is mostly in Pakistan. Like most Pakistani people, they are afraid of black magic. I never heard of any instance involving them doing this sort of thing. Maybe Mina is pioneering this one for the fam.
A response to the post The Pakistani Jewelry Store story
How strange because Mina hasn't been to Pakistan in over 2 decades. When did she say this happened? The beginning of it is cut off so I am wondering when she is claiming that this happened. As someone who goes to Pakistan every year (same city as Mina would have went) and also as someone who buys jewelry from there often, I have never heard of this jeweler nor anyone ever talk about this except this video, lol.
A response to the post Mina irfan using terms from the Islamic and Jewish faiths to make a sale
This is hilarious because most of Mina’s life was spent not believing in God and she used to get annoyed if the idea altogether. 🙄
She’s probably reading notes that her husband wrote for her 🤣
He didn’t believe much either. They were on the same page with religion. Thought it was irrelevant.
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I've compiled u/annoyedbasicbabe's responses to the questions asked in the comments of various posts :
- Possible revelations
- it’s all a game to her, and she played us
- Does Mina physically abuse Irfan ?
- Sheena was her moms nickname
- Mina unfortunately upholds biases & stereotypes & embarrasses her family
- If you were not scammed by Mina Irfan, congratulations, but why are you here??
- Annoyed
- Mina's over-the-top stories about her EX-HUSBAND are LIES
Were you following Mina’s channel like rest of us. And did ppl who know her called it BS from day one ?
I never followed her channel because her advice was not fitted to the type of person I am. I have recently been watching clips that have been posted here so I can help answer some of the questions. I am shocked to hear a lot of the things that have come up here. I wish I had known sooner.
People who knew her claim that they caught her bs from day one. I’m not sure of how accurate that may be. It’s hard to admit you’re wrong so I am not sure if they are being truthful.
so were you surprised at the kind of advice she was doling out?? I mean, given you'd known her almost her whole life....You said something about cutting her off "after she switched personalities in 2019"...did this "personality switch" come as a surprise and shock to you??
Yes- I was surprised at the type of advice she was giving. ESP lately!
But wasn’t really surprised at the personality change. She kind of always was a conniving person.
How is her image in-front of ppl now… now after this sub reddit ?
Most of us are shocked but then at the same time, we aren’t. She cut off contact with relatives quite a while ago. So many of them are just learning about it. Honestly, I don’t think she cares what others say about her. Even if she does, she will never admit it.
Sheena was her moms’ nickname ?
Nope. Not true. Never heard a soul call her that. Get a life, Mina.
Mina’s mom’s name does not sound like nor is similar to Sheena. Not the letters. Not the pronunciation.
Do you know her personally? If yes, please share more
Yes. Knew both. Mina and her Mom.
Ok, anything that Mina has shared on her channel that you know is untrue?
lol this will take a very long time to answer. Can you be more specific? She lies a lot so not sure how to go about answering your question. Sorry.
Like her life story of going from rape, sexual abuse to being a spoiled wife, happy kids, her income- i mean the thing for which women relate to her and then buy from her.
I can’t speak on the rape and SA but all I know is that it’s very unlikely that her parents would leave her with men off the streets as she claims. They were very loving people and helped their siblings, which is normal for immigrants. So I am shocked to hear any of that. I’m glad they didn’t live to see this day because they would be very hurt by this.
I don’t know what her standard of a spoiled wife is. She is very selfish. She gets what she wants so maybe she thinks that’s being spoiled. To me.. being spoiled is when others are lavishing you with things.
Her kids used to be very well taken care of before 2019-2020ish. It’s around that time when they those poor kids lost their mother to YouTube and coaching. Mina used to be a wonderful mother. She used to give them love and attention and then when she got all this attention online, she kind of let them be on their tablets and amongst themselves. So, to answer your question.. no. Her kids are not happy. They are living with a narcissist who always wins and gets their way.
I am not sure about her income because when someone lies to about several things, I don’t believe what they say.
CHILDHOOD
What was her childhood like, did she grow up in poverty, move home frequently, have parents that didn’t care for the children ( remember her saying her father threatened to kill himself and the children because he was mad with her mom - they had ropes around his/their neck I think ) ?
Growing up her parents were middle class immigrants who worked a lot. After reading your message, I asked about the story of being tied up and etc, but that has been denied by her siblings and they are appalled at Mina’s ability to make such terrible lies about her deceased parents. She’s officially bought her ticket to hell.
She behaves as if her parents made her do all house chores and shit.
Mina never did a single chore for them. They were even afraid to ask her to do something because of the manner in which she spoke with them.
Her mom and dad cooked for her when she was working. They looked after her son so she could work and have a life. Shame on her for lying about them.
And now selling her parent’s private life experience for money. Her parents were immigrants who were trying their best to survive through hardwork not like scammer Mina.
Yes. The dead can’t come defend themselves so she’s taking advantage of that.
HER 20’s IN CHICAGO
Did she really go to NWU ? what degree does she have ?
Yes. She went to Northwestern University. She told us that her bachelors degree is in philosophy.
Is this from first hand knowledge or is this from Mina?
I have first hand knowledge because I knew him before and during their marriage. I didn’t bother to keep up with his life after they divorced but I looked him up around 2019 and saw he had moved on quite a while ago.
Oh so u know the first husband? Can you spill more tea? Does everything mina say about him online true?
I don’t know him anymore because I didn’t keep in touch with him after their divorce.
I think Mina likes to play victim and exaggerate things. He was just as ridiculous as she currently is. He would do whatever to get what he wants. Sound familiar?
So why doesn’t he want a relationship with their son? Or is that another lie Mina tells.
I’m not sure about that. Like I said, I’m not in touch with him.
It takes a total of three years to get green card through marriage.
I know the process isn’t quick but her ex was in the picture until a few months after Armaan’s first birthday because we met him at his 1st birthday party. So, I do believe the green card story to be true.
Ohh so she divorced him after 2-3 years ? Because you have to stay married for 2 years if I am not wrong to qualify for greencard or maybe he found another woman later to sponsor his green card.
I am unsure of the green card process esp nearly 20 years ago but yes, they were married at least for at least 2 years. It was somewhere around 2006 where we stopped seeing him at gatherings.
Did she really have a real estate empire and owned multiple homes or did she just work as a real estate agent or neither?
She worked as a real estate agent. Her mom was the one with the empire and had multiple homes that she sold for investments. She was very successful. I recall going to her mom’s place and seeing all her awards.
Mina stopped working when she got married. This was a kind gesture from Irfan because he wanted her to relax. She didn’t have any money to contribute either.
Mina did not own a home to sell. I am not sure why she keeps saying that she had a house that she sold. She didn’t have a house or even a car to her name when she got married.
Did she ever own a luxury condo in Chicago? Or was that a lie as well?
She owned a condo. It wasn’t luxury lol. It was a normal condo worth around 120k-ish.
Her ex did not take advantage of this because she bought this after the divorce when she started working with her mom.
The lies are making me sick.
So she just gave all of her hard work away when her mother got sick? Where were her siblings, her father wasn’t working? She was the only one to sacrifice everything that she had, even though she had a young son that she needed to provide for?
Mina left right when it got bad with her mom’s health. She left her siblings and mom in a huge financial crisis and moved on with her new hubby. It angers me that she’s lying about all this when there are sooo many relatives who know exactly what she did when the going got tough.
What happened to all of Mina’s mom’s wealth after she died? Or did she really send it all back to Pakistan?
Mina’s mom fought cancer for 2 years before passing away. Her wealth was used during the time she didn’t work. She wasn’t as rich as one might think when they hear “empire” because she was an extremely giving person and gave a lot away whenever someone asked for help. I don’t think there was anyone she wouldn’t help.
And no.. her money wasn’t sent to Pakistan like Mina claims.
Her mom was not one to save money. She would spend it on others. Loved giving gifts and spending money on holidays and gifts. She also loved feeding people. She was an amazing person and her relatives still talk about her as if they just lost her.. although it’s been 14 years.
Did she really live with her parents when her mother was ill? She has made it seem like she was the caretaker of her mother.
No way. She should get struck by lightning for saying that.
She left right when her mom got sick. Maybe you guys don’t know this but Mina does not like elderly people nor sick people. She is not caretaker material. We didn’t see Mina back in Chicago her until her mom’s last few days and Mina left before the funeral, too. Wow. Just wow at Mina’s nerve!
Did I read correctly that Mona did not attend her own mother’s funeral??? That she left before the funeral???
That’s correct. Thankfully a lot of us were there to be there with her siblings. Some of her aunts and uncles tried to reach out to her to not to leave her younger siblings on their own during all this. But guess who could care less? lol.
Is it possible that Irfan is Mina's first scam victim? Or could her first "husband" (Armaan's father) be the true first victim? She bashes him all the time, but we don't truly know what happened between them?
Her first husband was just like her. Thats why it didn’t work out. He loved how he looked. He wanted to be center of attention. He wanted all the money in the world. Two people with these kinds of traits cannot live together. He was the textbook case of a narcissist… just like Mina. That’s why it didn’t work out.
By the way.. he moved on to marry someone he could control better. Just like Mina did.
A response to the post Her earlier (and maybe current?) teachings on selfishness
Mina was never a doormat. I don’t know where she got that idea from. She was always selfish.
The reason why her first marriage did not work was because Mina is used to being the manipulator in the relationship. When she married someone who was also a manipulator and probably a better one, she couldn’t be with him anymore. She needs someone who she can overpower and manipulate.
Interestingly she also mentioned that when her mom was passing. She was least bothered about Mina compared to other siblings because Mina was selfish and would take care of self.
This is absolutely true. She was least bothered by it. She also left the entire funeral care up to them and didn’t bother attending.
\New questions added**
How old was Mina when she got married the first time? (In other words, who was the first husband? Armaan's father ?)
The first husband was not Armaan’s father. That was the second one.
How long this marriage did last ? (the marriage with mysterious guy, not Armaan's father)
I don’t remember how long it lasted because the divorce was hidden from most extended family and friends.
Was it an arrange marriage ?
We were told it was arranged.
Did he need a green card ?
Not that I know of.
Why they divorced ?
Not sure of why they divorced since it wasn’t shared and people found out eventually.
How old was she when married the first time?
16.
Wow Bombshell ! Thank you ! We need even more clarification, cause it seems like Mina told her « first marriage story » based on her 2 former marriages
first marriage
- why her parents decided to marry her at such a young age ?
- was he muslim ? I know that she used to wear the hijab
- what did he do for a living ?
- was she happy with him ? (I don't think so)
Second marriage
- Was it an arranged marriage or did she married "the western way" ?
- Did her parents push her to get remarried quick ?
- Did her family vet the guy ?
- Did he lied about his job, was he a taxi driver as she mentioned in a video?
Did Mina actually finish her high school back then at 16 ? Any idea ?
No. She didn’t.
What was the general feel in the extended family when everyone heard they are getting her married so young ? The reason I ask this is , is it very common in her maternal and paternal family that girls get married that young ?
I don’t remember because I was too young to realize this. Sorry.
Did the extended family feel like Mina was forced into this marriage at 16 ? At least did she look like a happy bride / content bride ?
No. Not from what u can recall. She seemed content.
Was her first husband ( the one at 16 ) some cousin or some relative by any chance ?
No. Not a relative/cousin.
MARRIAGE WITH IRFAN
Did Mina actually do rotational dating while dating her husband??
From what I remember, they got married really quickly. She may have been talking to other people before that but she when she met Irfan and realized he had stability to offer, she married him. Poor guy.
You could have just asked if she was a psychopath or not. lol. I would have told you that she is without needing an analysis on rotational dating. But yes, she was talking to people from what I remember. She joined that matrimonial jazz when she needed an exit strategy because the going got tough with her mom being sick.
Years ago Irfans mother supposedly moved in with them and then Mina stopped talking about it and she didn’t live there anymore. Do you know what ever happened to the MIL by any chance?
They weren’t getting along so the MIL left. Not sure to where though. I don’t blame Mina for this one. It’s typical for things not to work out in joint family systems.
Do you know if Irfan’s family is onto her?
They were before she showed her true colors. Now they oft gossip and laugh behind her back because she acts crazy.
Do you know if Mina had Rheumatoid Arthritis like she claims, or was it just a lie and stepping stone to boost her channel numbers in the early days? The fact she doesn’t know how to pronounce it makes me doubt she ever had it.
She told everyone she did. No way for me to verify it.
Do you think Mina and Irfan have a happy marriage? Does he bow at her feet and is he as devoted to her as she claims?
Mina has a happy marriage. Irfan does not.
He used to be. Before she got into all this coaching stuff and became masculine. He doesn’t pack up and leave because he worked really hard to save and earn the money he has. He is the type of person that would put up with someone like Mina just so he doesn’t have to give her half of what he has.
I think he created his own monster and can’t escape.
Spoiled Wife ? Who pays the bills ?
Mina’s lifestyle is 💯% from her money. They used to live on a tight budget before she started making all this money. Mina had to save up and wait for anything over $200-$300 and she had to discuss each purchase with Irfan.
HER CHILDREN
I would like to know what her lifestyle and family life is really like?
I can’t say anything about her life since 2019 because I stopped associating with her for the safety of my kids. Her personality and influence was not something I wanted my daughter to be around so I cut her out of my life. I’m still in touch with her siblings but not her.
Is her oldest son in uni and traveling the world ?
Her son does not live with them. He lives in Houston though. Out of all of the kids, I feel bad for him the most because he was really smart and had a great chance of getting into college and becoming something. Mina did not want to put in the effort it takes to support your child through college because she was consumed in her coaching business. She literally ruined his life. I hope he someday goes back to school and is able to provide for himself without having to follow his mom’s footsteps.
Do her kids mix outside of the house, have friends or hobbies ?
Mina’s kids never really mingled outside of the home and didn’t have hobbies because Mina didn’t like dealing with other moms. I think Mina has issues with women because she sees that they are better than her. So I doubt this has changed.
She dint know what grade her daughter is in??? Is that true???
I believe that Mina forgot what grade her daughter was in. She really doesn’t care. You have to care to remember. Mina only sees and remembers herself.
This was a whole different story before YouTube became her life. Mina was such a great mom. She took care of her kids and was involved in their lives, schools, etc. I guess the money got to her head real bad. She’s going to regret it when these kids don’t want anything to do with her.
I wonder would irfan put up with that for the other two kids?
I guess by not doing anything to stop it.. seems like he is putting up with it.
Irfan always loved Armaan as his own. He gave him the type of love he needed. Such a shame that Mina makes it seem otherwise.
RELATIONSHIP WITH SIBLINGS, EXTENDED FAMILY & IN LAWS
And speaking of family, I can only the type of embarrassment her immediate and extended family must be experiencing. This is why either she has cut off the relationships with them (to not feel the sting of embarrassment from them) or they cut it off with her (so that they don't die of embarrassment for her actions).
The latter for sure. They cut her out when she kinda went bonkers in the earlier part of 2020.
How is she getting away with no accountability to anyone about how she talks total crap about them?
Because her parents are dead. Survivors (her siblings) have no legal claim on behalf of a deceased relative’s good name. So basically, can’t sue her for defamation/slander etc.
She talks about people other than her parents. She talks so poorly about her in laws. That is never acceptable in a South Asian family. How are there no repercussions for that?
Well, they should do something about that. They probably aren’t because of Irfan. No idea 🤷🏻♀️
A response to the post Starting a YT channel was NOT Mina's idea but her sister
Her sister and brother tried their level best to get Mina to NOT have a YouTube channel. They even gave ultimatums… thats why they aren’t in her life anymore. Guess it’s obvious what she picked!
Why did they not want her to have a YouTube channel?
Because she was always the type to let things get to her head. She didn’t do well with praise and was easily influenced by people. Not a good mix for YT followers.
OTHER QUESTIONS
Do you know if she practices magic/is deeply into the occult?
I’m not sure since this is something recent as it seems. I keep myself and my family away from her. I don’t trust her around my kids since she shifted personalities in 2019ish.
Do you know if she was raised around people who believe and practice witchcraft? And if any of her family , cousins , friends etc are the type to pathologically lie and manipulate? I just don’t understand how people can grow up to be and do things like this
lol umm so basically are you asking me if I am or my family practices witchcraft? 😂 jk jk. I get you.
And no. Most of Mina’s dad said of the family are religious families that pray and work hard to support their families. They live humble lifestyles. No witch 🧙 action.
Her mom’s side of the family is mostly in Pakistan. Like most Pakistani people, they are afraid of black magic. I never heard of any instance involving them doing this sort of thing. Maybe Mina is pioneering this one for the fam.
A response to the post The Pakistani Jewelry Store story
How strange because Mina hasn't been to Pakistan in over 2 decades. When did she say this happened? The beginning of it is cut off so I am wondering when she is claiming that this happened. As someone who goes to Pakistan every year (same city as Mina would have went) and also as someone who buys jewelry from there often, I have never heard of this jeweler nor anyone ever talk about this except this video, lol.
A response to the post Mina irfan using terms from the Islamic and Jewish faiths to make a sale
This is hilarious because most of Mina’s life was spent not believing in God and she used to get annoyed if the idea altogether. 🙄
She’s probably reading notes that her husband wrote for her 🤣
He didn’t believe much either. They were on the same page with religion. Thought it was irrelevant.
2024.05.08 03:39 whispers65 At a Standstill with Genealogy
I don't know where to start or even what to think much these days. The past several years have been truly a whirlwind. I lost 6 people I was close to and my job of 34 years and a lot of other drama in between.
I did a DNA test to know what my ethnicity I am. My granny (dad's side) always sad that we were mostly Irish. I also wanted to prove or disprove stories I've always heard about. My mom always said that we had politicians on one side (her's) and horse thieves on the other (dad's). There were stories from my Granny that she had gone to school with Bonnie Parker of the Bonnie and Clyde Fame and that my Great Grand Father (dad's side) knew Frank and Jesse James. At one point my GGF had told his daughter that he was the real Jesse James, but of course he wasn't. He even named his daughter's middle name as "James". Well, between the two sides there are tons of interesting stories. Also, my GGF supposedly assumed the name so no one knows who he was. I discovered and documented a ton of his life coming forward, but don't know any siblings or parents or anything going backward. No one else does either. I spent a lot of time trying to solve this mystery on my dad's side.
When I first got my DNA results I concentrated on ethnicity. I saw that there were matches, but didn't pay them any attention. I took the test, I think, in 2020. In 2021, I was contacted by a person and they wanted to know who I was, saying that I should be the son of one of her aunts or uncles. She had a last name that matched up on my mom's side. It was a married name though. I just thought that she was someone on my mom's side down the line that I didn't know. Our family isn't terribly close. So I was like I don't know who she is and went on. Neither one of us came to any answers or conclusions.
In 2023, my dad died in January. And because of my two brothers, it's been hell. I had moved in with my sister to help take care of my dad in 2017 when my job of 34 years was concluded (office shutdown). Me and my sister had talked about it for years as my two brothers wasn't helping and my sister was working 6 days a week. So I took care of my dad from 2017 to the day he died in 2023. It was pretty traumatic actually since the prior 9 months before moving in with my sister and dad, I had lost the job of 34 years and lost 5 people I was close to. I was working 60-70 hrs a week training my replacement and when the last day came, I was ready.
After my dad died, I was at a loss as to what to do. I had no car. My money had run out taking care of him. I did not receive any money for taking care of him. I've always helped them. Well, toward the end of 2023, I was delving back into genealogy. My goal was always to solve mysteries and write stories about the family. As there are some very interesting ones to me. I went back to look at my matches to try and figure out who these people were who had contacted me. In the meantime, I talked my sister into taking a DNA test. We matched, but only about 31%. That's when I discovered a thing called "3/4 siblings". I've had never heard of that before. But, I can see that happening. My mom had always said that she slept with my dad's brother and we all lived on the same street when my sister was born, so the rumor was always that my sister was actually my uncles.
Mostly everyone is gone these days. There's just me, my sister, and some cousins. So there's no one to ask any questions. In hindsight, I would have asked so many questions, but alas.
So anyway, I looked at the matches. First, my parental 1 and parental 2 were backwards. I straightened that out and my sister's also. Her maternal matches showed my mom's relatives. And her Paternal matches showed my dad's. So far so good. But my sister and I still were 31% matched. There was never a question as to whether I was my dad's or not because we both share a birth defect that CAN be genetic, but not necessarily so. The odds of having the birth defect is only about 1% to 5% of the population. Anyway, we called our 1st cousin (son of my uncle) and he readily agreed to take a DNA test to show whether my sister and him were half siblings or 1st cousins. Got the results and they are 1st cousins so she is indeed my dad's.
That left a problem. I compared my maternal matches with my sisters and they matched. We compared paternal matches and there were no matches at all. All of the matches on my "paternal" side are unknown to me. I have a lot of matches that are 10% and higher. The closest match is like 21%. (I'm using percentages instead of Cms because it's easier for me to see it.).
So long story short, I'm not my dad's. I'm 59 years old. It's not a huge, huge, thing for me as for my entire life I felt I didn't belong or was close to him. He was always like the absent father. I know a lot of people say your dad is who raised you. I get that. I'm glad it works out for the most part. But our family wasn't "Leave IT to Beaver". There was a lot of alcohol, physical abuse, sexual abuse, sleeping around on each other, etc. My sister and I did what we were told and never caused any trouble. We feared what would happen if we didn't. We did the best we could to keep the peace. I looked after her. We basically raised ourselves while our parents did what they did.
So the conclusion was that I wasn't my dad's. I even contacted Ancestry to see if there could be a mistake. They assured me all was fine on my end and that I should talk to my parents. But of course, that is impossible. I'm not into seances. So I'm really at a loss. I did contact the person back who contacted me through Ancestry. She tried a few things on her end, but didn't come up with any results. The family is quite large (13+ siblings and there are 3 brothers). I also contacted a non profit org to help determine who my father could be. And that narrowed it down to the 3 that I thought. I'm not an expert genealogist, but have done trouble shooting for years upon years so I think my research skills are decent.
So my subscription is running out. I haven't did anything in months. I'm not even sure who to work on. Like continue with my "dads" family even though he wasn't my dad or work on the "new" family who I know nothing about. I've tried contacting a couple of people in the "new" family I was told to, but there's no answer. So I'm at a literal standstill. I know how traumatic things can be and have no desire to cause anyone any trouble. So I'm not trying to force any information.
I can't explain how I feel. As far as my father, I'd just like to know a name. That's it. No purple fuzzies, no phone calls, no birthday cards, nothing. In all likelihood, he is deceased. (2 of the 3 brothers have passed away). One thing I've found out with all of this, is that it is a lot easier to track someone in a census than in 1965 without one. I've tried several different routes, but no answers.
I'm at a loss as to whether I even want to continue genealogy. I have no direction at this point.
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I did a DNA test to know what my ethnicity I am. My granny (dad's side) always sad that we were mostly Irish. I also wanted to prove or disprove stories I've always heard about. My mom always said that we had politicians on one side (her's) and horse thieves on the other (dad's). There were stories from my Granny that she had gone to school with Bonnie Parker of the Bonnie and Clyde Fame and that my Great Grand Father (dad's side) knew Frank and Jesse James. At one point my GGF had told his daughter that he was the real Jesse James, but of course he wasn't. He even named his daughter's middle name as "James". Well, between the two sides there are tons of interesting stories. Also, my GGF supposedly assumed the name so no one knows who he was. I discovered and documented a ton of his life coming forward, but don't know any siblings or parents or anything going backward. No one else does either. I spent a lot of time trying to solve this mystery on my dad's side.
When I first got my DNA results I concentrated on ethnicity. I saw that there were matches, but didn't pay them any attention. I took the test, I think, in 2020. In 2021, I was contacted by a person and they wanted to know who I was, saying that I should be the son of one of her aunts or uncles. She had a last name that matched up on my mom's side. It was a married name though. I just thought that she was someone on my mom's side down the line that I didn't know. Our family isn't terribly close. So I was like I don't know who she is and went on. Neither one of us came to any answers or conclusions.
In 2023, my dad died in January. And because of my two brothers, it's been hell. I had moved in with my sister to help take care of my dad in 2017 when my job of 34 years was concluded (office shutdown). Me and my sister had talked about it for years as my two brothers wasn't helping and my sister was working 6 days a week. So I took care of my dad from 2017 to the day he died in 2023. It was pretty traumatic actually since the prior 9 months before moving in with my sister and dad, I had lost the job of 34 years and lost 5 people I was close to. I was working 60-70 hrs a week training my replacement and when the last day came, I was ready.
After my dad died, I was at a loss as to what to do. I had no car. My money had run out taking care of him. I did not receive any money for taking care of him. I've always helped them. Well, toward the end of 2023, I was delving back into genealogy. My goal was always to solve mysteries and write stories about the family. As there are some very interesting ones to me. I went back to look at my matches to try and figure out who these people were who had contacted me. In the meantime, I talked my sister into taking a DNA test. We matched, but only about 31%. That's when I discovered a thing called "3/4 siblings". I've had never heard of that before. But, I can see that happening. My mom had always said that she slept with my dad's brother and we all lived on the same street when my sister was born, so the rumor was always that my sister was actually my uncles.
Mostly everyone is gone these days. There's just me, my sister, and some cousins. So there's no one to ask any questions. In hindsight, I would have asked so many questions, but alas.
So anyway, I looked at the matches. First, my parental 1 and parental 2 were backwards. I straightened that out and my sister's also. Her maternal matches showed my mom's relatives. And her Paternal matches showed my dad's. So far so good. But my sister and I still were 31% matched. There was never a question as to whether I was my dad's or not because we both share a birth defect that CAN be genetic, but not necessarily so. The odds of having the birth defect is only about 1% to 5% of the population. Anyway, we called our 1st cousin (son of my uncle) and he readily agreed to take a DNA test to show whether my sister and him were half siblings or 1st cousins. Got the results and they are 1st cousins so she is indeed my dad's.
That left a problem. I compared my maternal matches with my sisters and they matched. We compared paternal matches and there were no matches at all. All of the matches on my "paternal" side are unknown to me. I have a lot of matches that are 10% and higher. The closest match is like 21%. (I'm using percentages instead of Cms because it's easier for me to see it.).
So long story short, I'm not my dad's. I'm 59 years old. It's not a huge, huge, thing for me as for my entire life I felt I didn't belong or was close to him. He was always like the absent father. I know a lot of people say your dad is who raised you. I get that. I'm glad it works out for the most part. But our family wasn't "Leave IT to Beaver". There was a lot of alcohol, physical abuse, sexual abuse, sleeping around on each other, etc. My sister and I did what we were told and never caused any trouble. We feared what would happen if we didn't. We did the best we could to keep the peace. I looked after her. We basically raised ourselves while our parents did what they did.
So the conclusion was that I wasn't my dad's. I even contacted Ancestry to see if there could be a mistake. They assured me all was fine on my end and that I should talk to my parents. But of course, that is impossible. I'm not into seances. So I'm really at a loss. I did contact the person back who contacted me through Ancestry. She tried a few things on her end, but didn't come up with any results. The family is quite large (13+ siblings and there are 3 brothers). I also contacted a non profit org to help determine who my father could be. And that narrowed it down to the 3 that I thought. I'm not an expert genealogist, but have done trouble shooting for years upon years so I think my research skills are decent.
So my subscription is running out. I haven't did anything in months. I'm not even sure who to work on. Like continue with my "dads" family even though he wasn't my dad or work on the "new" family who I know nothing about. I've tried contacting a couple of people in the "new" family I was told to, but there's no answer. So I'm at a literal standstill. I know how traumatic things can be and have no desire to cause anyone any trouble. So I'm not trying to force any information.
I can't explain how I feel. As far as my father, I'd just like to know a name. That's it. No purple fuzzies, no phone calls, no birthday cards, nothing. In all likelihood, he is deceased. (2 of the 3 brothers have passed away). One thing I've found out with all of this, is that it is a lot easier to track someone in a census than in 1965 without one. I've tried several different routes, but no answers.
I'm at a loss as to whether I even want to continue genealogy. I have no direction at this point.
2024.05.07 05:30 Academic_Zucchini_22 Looking for a solid replacement for my ATH-M50x
TLDR: I'm looking for a reliable pair of 150-250$ headphones that have accurate and clear sound reproduction with a wide soundstage and decent (balanced, noticeable) bass, and would be a good replacement for my now-deceased ATH-M50xs. Thanks in advance, I really appreciate any suggestions!
Hey there, so my birthday's coming up and I wanna get some new headphones. My ATH-M50x headphones lasted me a solid 7 years before finally giving up the ghost, god bless their poor soul. Now I wanna get a new pair of cans, as the salvaged ATH-M30xs im using now are a not doing it for me. I've tried the audio technica AD-500X and AD-700x open-back headphones, which had a good soundstage and clarity, but lacked bass and had super shoddy build quality (as well as the stupid long cable, though I guess it makes sense given the price point and what they're meant to be used for). I own some KZN ZS10+ pro IEMs with an aptx bluetooth adapter, and I like their clear and balanced soundstage but not the distortion at high volumes (good for casual low-to-mid volume listening). Likewise, I have a pair of Anker Soundcore Life Q20s, which are too bassy and muddy, but have a decent soundstage with little distortion (good for the gym). I kind of wanna get something mainstream like Beats studio pros or some of the Sony WH headphones, but I'm skeptical of the sound quality and "quirks" that might interfere with my use cases. Seeing that you're the experts, could you guys please help me out? What I'm looking for is basically:
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Hey there, so my birthday's coming up and I wanna get some new headphones. My ATH-M50x headphones lasted me a solid 7 years before finally giving up the ghost, god bless their poor soul. Now I wanna get a new pair of cans, as the salvaged ATH-M30xs im using now are a not doing it for me. I've tried the audio technica AD-500X and AD-700x open-back headphones, which had a good soundstage and clarity, but lacked bass and had super shoddy build quality (as well as the stupid long cable, though I guess it makes sense given the price point and what they're meant to be used for). I own some KZN ZS10+ pro IEMs with an aptx bluetooth adapter, and I like their clear and balanced soundstage but not the distortion at high volumes (good for casual low-to-mid volume listening). Likewise, I have a pair of Anker Soundcore Life Q20s, which are too bassy and muddy, but have a decent soundstage with little distortion (good for the gym). I kind of wanna get something mainstream like Beats studio pros or some of the Sony WH headphones, but I'm skeptical of the sound quality and "quirks" that might interfere with my use cases. Seeing that you're the experts, could you guys please help me out? What I'm looking for is basically:
- Something other than Audio Technica. Prefer wired, wouldn't mind wired+wireless, but not fully wireless.
- More bass (not too much, but the ATH-M50xs were kind of flat and I want just a tiny bit more bass). Something more like the athm50xbt, which were like a bassed-up version of the stock athm50x, but not too much bass that the whole thing sounds muddy.
- Anything that would work well with my FIIO E10K usb amp AND other "normal" devices like a laptop or phone (i dont want super high impedance, 8-32 ohms seems fine to me but idrk too much about this so feel free to correct me).
- Low-distortion, clear, wide, and accurate sound stage (that would make sense for the price, of course) for alt and symphonic rock, synthwave, and just a massive variety of music / sounds (I also wanna use them to produce music in a variety of genres like edm, synthwave, lofi, hip hop, and also mix captured sounds and instruments).
- Robust, good construction that would last a long time (like my audio technicas). Basically a reliable pair of daily driver headphones that sound good in different use cases and can take a light beating for a few years.
2024.05.06 22:11 LiterallyAzzmilk I got a homeless man a job today
I was homeless for a long time, all I’ve ever had was my vehicle up until a few years ago. Well the past year I’ve been seeing this one homeless guy pan handling with a ready for work sign. I am the supervisor in my department, and have been wanting to tell him to come put in an application and see what comes of it. Well yesterday I stopped next to him at a green light because there was no traffic behind me. I chatted with him for a while, it seemed to me that he wasn’t on drugs at first, I watched his progression for the past year. It took him a long time to get a bicycle.. well as I was talking to him his body language was off, so I asked him if he was on drugs and he said no he’s clean and that he’s just crying and that he’s embarrassed because he’s in public and he feels humiliated. I offered him a job and he asked so many questions about the job that I knew he was clean. I told him I was going to pick him up today and bring him to my job to fill out an application. I went get gas, then to Ross. I bought him 75$ outfit for an interview. Called my boss and told him we need an on spot interview for him. Boss agreed. I found him again later that night and brought him the bag of clothes and told him to get changed in the morning and be on the corner for 7. Sure enough he was on the corner for 7am and we went to my job. He was worried that he didn’t have an ID I told him it’s okay, and that we can just fill in the blanks later. Well guys he absolutely aced the interview and the drug screen, and he now has a job with us, starting as soon as he gets his ID he will be working with us tomorrow. He said someone he is doing a side job for is going to bring him to the notary this afternoon. I’m so excited and I’ve been waiting for this moment a long time for him. He’s a good guy, he noticed that I am a skater when I opened my trunk, and he said he skates too, and that he misses skating. So we are going to be good friends I can tell
EDIT: Monday- I will be updating this post every so often. I invited my guy out for a Victory Beer tonight. I will be picking him up shortly. He has a cellphone and he keeps it turned off to save his battery. He is 37 yrs old and has 2 children that he visits fairly often. His BM’s dad lets him sleep on his boat, so he has a place to sleep and shower. He likes skating,but chose to get a bicycle because it’s more suitable for the routes here. He likes to fish, he said he likes to catch and release. He works little jobs for people like yard work and stuff like that for small incentives.
EDIT: Monday I went out with my wife instead, as my guy said he’s not much of an alcohol fan, I figured he’d have better things to do so my wife and I went out to have a beer for him because he texted me, he says “Phone about to die I'm charging that poket 🧃”. Referring to a portable charger that I gave him out of my trunk. The bar is near the intercostal where he sleeps. I’m almost positive we saw him in the distance but also don’t want to approach strangers at night. My vehicle is very distinct so I’d assume he’d walk over to us if it was him. So didn’t approach. As I was going over the bridge the silhouette was watching in the distance so maybe it was him? I’m not sure but he hasn’t texted me since then. I pass the same route every morning, so either expecting him to be looking out for me or to send me a text. Will update in the morning.
EDIT: Tuesday Still haven’t heard from him since last night, I spent my lunch riding around looking for him. His phone is still off or dead. I called him from another number just to make sure he didn’t block me or anything and freak out about the job over night, but same thing happens when I use another phone. I ran a background check, this is the first time I see someone with no family, relatives, or relationships. The last time he had legal housing was around 2009. I hope he didn’t get overwhelmed and forget about the job completely. I hope to see him soon and I hope this is just a mishap. I have my phone unsilenced so I will be able to hear when I get a call or text. I’m still unsure if he got his ID yesterday. But if he hasn’t I told my boss when I get a call from him that I will leave and go help him with whatever he needs to get situated with the job. He said that would be okay with him and to just let him know when I hear from him. The battery pack that I gave him takes long to charge, over 10 hours. But you get about 10 charges from it in the long run. So maybe he is just set on charging it, or maybe he couldn’t pay his phone bill. I have no idea. I will update as soon as I hear from him.
EDIT: 3:00 PM Tuesday-still haven’t heard from my boy, my wife is just getting off of work so she will go ride around and see if she can find him and see what’s going on. I found a Facebook profile, it’s old but people still wish him better and happy birthdays and all that so it’s a relief to see that people still care about him. I will not try to contact anyone there. He has no family members on his profile that I could tell. I’m unable to identify the man that lets him sleep on his boat. I’m hoping to hear from him, or to be able to contact the boat guy to see what’s going on with him, and let him know that his guy has a good and reliable job which I’d imagine he knows by now. I’ve been trying to contact my man all day. I’m pretty worried about him but haven’t lost faith that he will contact me because he hasn’t blocked my number or anything outrageous. When I make contact with him I’ll see if he wants to skate around this weekend, I’ll get him a board so we can go hang out together.
EDIT: 9:06 AM Wednesday I drove around before work this morning on his usual route, I haven’t seen any sign of him. His sign is still on the ground from when I told him he could come with me to get a job, that was Sunday. I haven’t seen him since Monday so I filed a missing persons report. The officer I spoke to said he knows him personally and very well.. in a good way he assured. He said the law enforcement here usually feeds him for lunch so it’s unusual not to see him for a couple of days, so he is personally taking on the case and he will call me as soon as he finds my guy and if he is okay with it when they call me they will give me his location where I can pick him up and we can go get his ID straight. I also called the hospitals about him to see if it’s possible he was in the hospital, one hospital told me he is for sure not there, that they don’t have him. And the other said they were not able to reveal that information regardless. I respect that confidentiality, but it’s very upsetting that I am not able to locate him. My co worker brought a bag of clothes for my brother and I, and my brother and I decided that when my boy turns up we will give him the bag of clothes instead because he is about our size at the moment. So he could surely use some more clothes on his back. I’m hoping to hear something from someone any minute now. Also to add, my boss is also concerned and said that he will not be firing him and that the offer will always be on the table for him when he turns up in case he just got scared of the job offer. So until then im hoping to hear something soon.
EDIT: 14:34- I just got off the phone with the sheriff’s office, there’s a particular deputy looking for him the sheriff’s office connected me directly to him on the phone. He said he’s been looking for my guy all day, I told the deputy pretty much everything that my boy told me about himself, anything that could possibly lead to where he is hanging out at or leading to people that could possibly be the closest people to him they said they don’t have any information about any of that, I told them the boat is near the intercostal, which is all that my boy told me I’m starting to get really worried because I haven’t seen him since Monday when I dropped him off for his side job.. and I have seen him every day for the past year so I’m really worrying here. I can’t really drive around and look for him myself because I’m working most of the day and I’m really upset about it but I am so happy that there are deputies that care about him and are actively looking for him. He’s going to be so happy when he finds out how much we care about him and I can’t wait to see him. His phone is still off or dead, and still call from other numbers and it’s confirmed I’m not blocked by him or anything
EDIT: Wednesday 17:51. At 16:30 I received a call from the sheriff’s office. They found him he was walking down his usual route. He allowed them to give me his location so I went pick him up, he stayed put. I left work. When he saw me he was so excited he said “man you put a missing persons report on me and he started crying because he realize how much I care for him and I gave him a hug assured him that I was there for him. He showed me the boat where he sleeps because I asked him to direct me there, he said he left his bike at a nearby location where I picked him up and asked me if I could drop him off back there. Which I did. I asked a bit more about him, he is adopted. His real parents are deceased, and his adopted parents are also deceased and that is how he ended up in this situation so suddenly. He was trying to get more money for his ID because he thought it would be the price of a new ID, but he needs it renewed so it will cost 20$ more than he thought. We made a plan to meet in the morning at the boat, where I will pick him up and bring him to renew his ID, we will go obtain his social security card, and then we will go to my job! And he starts as soon as we finish. Everyone at work is excited to have him aboard.
EDIT: 8:28 Thursday, I went to pick him up this morning and he wasn’t at the boat like we agreed I tried calling him and his phone is off or dead, I physically went on the boat looking for him and he wasn’t anywhere to be found, I drove around for a while this morning couldn’t find him, so on this day I am going to stop looking for him and trying to help. The offer will still be on the table for him to work here my boss and I agreed. But he has to want it enough to help himself. If he is ready and he comes by, he will get the job when we finish up his paperwork, and I will make updates on this post when that does happen. I am disappointed but I won’t give all the way up on him; as I’ve said he will have the job when he is ready.
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EDIT: Monday- I will be updating this post every so often. I invited my guy out for a Victory Beer tonight. I will be picking him up shortly. He has a cellphone and he keeps it turned off to save his battery. He is 37 yrs old and has 2 children that he visits fairly often. His BM’s dad lets him sleep on his boat, so he has a place to sleep and shower. He likes skating,but chose to get a bicycle because it’s more suitable for the routes here. He likes to fish, he said he likes to catch and release. He works little jobs for people like yard work and stuff like that for small incentives.
EDIT: Monday I went out with my wife instead, as my guy said he’s not much of an alcohol fan, I figured he’d have better things to do so my wife and I went out to have a beer for him because he texted me, he says “Phone about to die I'm charging that poket 🧃”. Referring to a portable charger that I gave him out of my trunk. The bar is near the intercostal where he sleeps. I’m almost positive we saw him in the distance but also don’t want to approach strangers at night. My vehicle is very distinct so I’d assume he’d walk over to us if it was him. So didn’t approach. As I was going over the bridge the silhouette was watching in the distance so maybe it was him? I’m not sure but he hasn’t texted me since then. I pass the same route every morning, so either expecting him to be looking out for me or to send me a text. Will update in the morning.
EDIT: Tuesday Still haven’t heard from him since last night, I spent my lunch riding around looking for him. His phone is still off or dead. I called him from another number just to make sure he didn’t block me or anything and freak out about the job over night, but same thing happens when I use another phone. I ran a background check, this is the first time I see someone with no family, relatives, or relationships. The last time he had legal housing was around 2009. I hope he didn’t get overwhelmed and forget about the job completely. I hope to see him soon and I hope this is just a mishap. I have my phone unsilenced so I will be able to hear when I get a call or text. I’m still unsure if he got his ID yesterday. But if he hasn’t I told my boss when I get a call from him that I will leave and go help him with whatever he needs to get situated with the job. He said that would be okay with him and to just let him know when I hear from him. The battery pack that I gave him takes long to charge, over 10 hours. But you get about 10 charges from it in the long run. So maybe he is just set on charging it, or maybe he couldn’t pay his phone bill. I have no idea. I will update as soon as I hear from him.
EDIT: 3:00 PM Tuesday-still haven’t heard from my boy, my wife is just getting off of work so she will go ride around and see if she can find him and see what’s going on. I found a Facebook profile, it’s old but people still wish him better and happy birthdays and all that so it’s a relief to see that people still care about him. I will not try to contact anyone there. He has no family members on his profile that I could tell. I’m unable to identify the man that lets him sleep on his boat. I’m hoping to hear from him, or to be able to contact the boat guy to see what’s going on with him, and let him know that his guy has a good and reliable job which I’d imagine he knows by now. I’ve been trying to contact my man all day. I’m pretty worried about him but haven’t lost faith that he will contact me because he hasn’t blocked my number or anything outrageous. When I make contact with him I’ll see if he wants to skate around this weekend, I’ll get him a board so we can go hang out together.
EDIT: 9:06 AM Wednesday I drove around before work this morning on his usual route, I haven’t seen any sign of him. His sign is still on the ground from when I told him he could come with me to get a job, that was Sunday. I haven’t seen him since Monday so I filed a missing persons report. The officer I spoke to said he knows him personally and very well.. in a good way he assured. He said the law enforcement here usually feeds him for lunch so it’s unusual not to see him for a couple of days, so he is personally taking on the case and he will call me as soon as he finds my guy and if he is okay with it when they call me they will give me his location where I can pick him up and we can go get his ID straight. I also called the hospitals about him to see if it’s possible he was in the hospital, one hospital told me he is for sure not there, that they don’t have him. And the other said they were not able to reveal that information regardless. I respect that confidentiality, but it’s very upsetting that I am not able to locate him. My co worker brought a bag of clothes for my brother and I, and my brother and I decided that when my boy turns up we will give him the bag of clothes instead because he is about our size at the moment. So he could surely use some more clothes on his back. I’m hoping to hear something from someone any minute now. Also to add, my boss is also concerned and said that he will not be firing him and that the offer will always be on the table for him when he turns up in case he just got scared of the job offer. So until then im hoping to hear something soon.
EDIT: 14:34- I just got off the phone with the sheriff’s office, there’s a particular deputy looking for him the sheriff’s office connected me directly to him on the phone. He said he’s been looking for my guy all day, I told the deputy pretty much everything that my boy told me about himself, anything that could possibly lead to where he is hanging out at or leading to people that could possibly be the closest people to him they said they don’t have any information about any of that, I told them the boat is near the intercostal, which is all that my boy told me I’m starting to get really worried because I haven’t seen him since Monday when I dropped him off for his side job.. and I have seen him every day for the past year so I’m really worrying here. I can’t really drive around and look for him myself because I’m working most of the day and I’m really upset about it but I am so happy that there are deputies that care about him and are actively looking for him. He’s going to be so happy when he finds out how much we care about him and I can’t wait to see him. His phone is still off or dead, and still call from other numbers and it’s confirmed I’m not blocked by him or anything
EDIT: Wednesday 17:51. At 16:30 I received a call from the sheriff’s office. They found him he was walking down his usual route. He allowed them to give me his location so I went pick him up, he stayed put. I left work. When he saw me he was so excited he said “man you put a missing persons report on me and he started crying because he realize how much I care for him and I gave him a hug assured him that I was there for him. He showed me the boat where he sleeps because I asked him to direct me there, he said he left his bike at a nearby location where I picked him up and asked me if I could drop him off back there. Which I did. I asked a bit more about him, he is adopted. His real parents are deceased, and his adopted parents are also deceased and that is how he ended up in this situation so suddenly. He was trying to get more money for his ID because he thought it would be the price of a new ID, but he needs it renewed so it will cost 20$ more than he thought. We made a plan to meet in the morning at the boat, where I will pick him up and bring him to renew his ID, we will go obtain his social security card, and then we will go to my job! And he starts as soon as we finish. Everyone at work is excited to have him aboard.
EDIT: 8:28 Thursday, I went to pick him up this morning and he wasn’t at the boat like we agreed I tried calling him and his phone is off or dead, I physically went on the boat looking for him and he wasn’t anywhere to be found, I drove around for a while this morning couldn’t find him, so on this day I am going to stop looking for him and trying to help. The offer will still be on the table for him to work here my boss and I agreed. But he has to want it enough to help himself. If he is ready and he comes by, he will get the job when we finish up his paperwork, and I will make updates on this post when that does happen. I am disappointed but I won’t give all the way up on him; as I’ve said he will have the job when he is ready.