Non tobacco vaporizer hudson, ma

Alcohol: this includes beer, wine, champagne, spirits, candy liqueurs, hard lemonade, mead, any product made with alcohol. You CAN drink products with alcohol in them whose primary purpose is not social consumption of alcohol, e.g., mouthwash and cold medicine.
Tobacco product: anything made from tobacco, so cigars, pipes, cigarettes, also vaping, chew, synthetic tobacco products
Other recreational drugs: if you can think of it, it’s banned. Weed, TCH, Cocaine, LSD, acid, meth, as examples but any other substances as well. Non-weed Prescription medicines are ok but you still need a prescription for them.

raga, ma c'è qualcuno che fa investigazione alla unipg (Perugia/Narni)? perché non trovo nessuno che mi possa dare delle informazioni in più su questo titolo di studi. soprattutto il sito di questo dipartimento mi sembra abbastanza vuoto, come se non esistesse. raga vi prego contattatemi se sapete anche una minima cosa.

Come dice il titolo, mi sono innamorato follemente di una ragazza che risiede in Turchia, e questa notte ho preso il palo più grande della mia vita.
Mi sono conosciuto, online ovviamente, un paio di settimane fa con questa ragazza. Da allora abbiamo parlato giorno e notte insieme, anche per 8 ore al giorno, ed è diventata in un attimo non solo parte della mia quotidianità, ma anche parte della mia anima.
Non vi sto a spiegare i motivi per cui mi piaceva dato che è una questione soggettiva, ma il fatto sta che quando le ho confessato il mio amore irrazionale, lei mi ha spiegato che ha problemi relazionali e che non riesce ad amare... Fatto sta che mi ha rifiutato.
La questione è che sono completamente desolato adesso, perché staccandosi da me sento di aver perso anche una parte di me stesso e mi sento solo come un cane.
Chissà quante volte avrete sentito queste frasi in questo subreddit, ma oggettivamente non credo seriamente di riuscire ad incontrare un'altra ragazza come lei, con una personalità scolpita per combaciare con la mia.
Anche se avesse detto di sì non so cosa avremmo fatto dato che stiamo in 2 paesi diversi, però questo rifiuto mi ha scosso comunque, molto più di quando ho terminato la mia relazione precedente durata 2 anni.
Eh niente adesso vivrò di nuovo un periodo di vuoto totale e depressione, nient'altro che un altro mattone nel muro, perlomeno non c'è niente che il tempo non faccia dimenticare.

Qualcuno ricorda Jak X della Naughty Dog? Era un combat racing game che ultimamente mi sta trasmettendo nostalgia e una gran voglia di tornare a giocarci. All'epoca non so quante ore ci ho passato, ma vista l'età del gioco mi sto chiedendo se esistano titoli simili più moderni.
Cerco giochi con combattimenti tra veicoli, velocità, la possibilità di modificare la propria vettura e uno stile crudo e accattivante.
Avreste qualche suggerimento?

Con la notte ho sempre avuto un brutto rapporto. Da piccola avevo il terrore del buio e dei mostri, da adolescente/ventenne avevo spesso attacchi di panico, mi stavo "formando" come persona e c'erano cose del mondo e di me stessa che mi spaventavano. Ora, a 30 + anni, mi capita solo di provare una profonda tristezza (fortunatamente con la stanchezza del lavoro e degli impegni quotidiani, riesco a prendere sonno ad orari decenti).
La mia vita va piuttosto bene. Ho una relazione sana, un buon rapporto con i miei, un lavoro, vivo da sola, ecc. Nonostante ciò, sto vivendo un periodo psicologicamente e economicamente un po' pesante: per farla breve, io e il mio compagno stiamo facendo grossi sacrifici per realizzare un sogno in comune. Ma complice il fatto che "ci siamo svegliati" un pochino tardi nella vita (non voglio scendere nei dettagli, diciamo che è un qualcosa che è meglio iniziare da molto giovani) e lo stress economico, arrivo alla sera mentalmente esausta. Anche se questo obiettivo è tangibile, richiede davvero tanto sforzo (e culo), e la sera mi chiedo "Ce la posso fare davvero?"
Insomma, so di non essere la sola a provare queste emozioni...voi cosa fate per dormire? Certe volte vorrei spararmi uno di quei sonniferi da casalinga americana anni 50 e svenire all'istante 😂

Our city wants to limit the number of vape shops, but they only seem to be targeting tobacco and nicotine products. Do these shops make more money from tobacco/nicotine products or from delta 8, CBD and other non-tobacco products?

Mercredi

Pendant que je me prépare pour l'école je me rend compte que j'ai oublier mon porte-feuille dans ma case à mon travaille .Ce qui me démotive à aller à l'école alors journée de conger pour moi !J'ai pas fais grand chose je me suis un peu ennuyer .



Toronto

Juillet 2023

Je suis dans le bus pour me rendre à la gare avec mon pack sac .Dehors il pleut à en boire debout .À ce moment je me souviens que dans une gare il fait froid .Ça ne donne pas envis.Je sors du bus et à terre il a de l'eau jusqu'à mi- mollet .Je suis en jeans .Que du pure plaisir! Je n'ai pas pris de chance dès que je suis arriver je me suis changer et j'ai fait sécher tous mon linge .Par chance ,je suis en avance .Dans la file pour rentrer dans le train avec mon pack sac et un sac à main je stresse .Ces quoi mon idée de partir tous seul à Toronto pendant 4 jours !?Je suis folle ou ?J'arrive dans le train .Ces silencieux , j'ai plus de place que dans un bus voyageur et les banc sont confortable.Ma coéquipière de siège est une madame agé .Ça pas été long quon est devenue amie .Une chance avec huit heure de train !Je me sépare de la petite madame que j'ai nommer madame bling-bling pour rentrer dans le deuxième train .Ces pas tu tous la même chose !L'intérieur du bus est brun il s'arrête tous le temps pour pas grand chose et il fait énormément de bruit .Je me rend compte pendant le trajet que mon cell à presque plus de batterie j'essais de le charger .Il ne charge plus !Mon cell est rester à 8 % pendant 4 jours!Or, plus tard, je me rend compte qui commence à être tard .Mon camping me demande d'arriver avant 21h pour me présenter à la réception et je n'es fais que la moitié du trajet !Je comprend pas pourtant on m'a dit que j'Arriverais à 14h .Je regarde mieux mon billet de train et je comprend .Je rentrais dans le deuxième train à 14 .Mon train arrive à Toronto vers 20h.J'ai une tente à monter moi!Puis une demi-heure de taxi pour me rendre !Les gens à Toronto sont tellement gentil!Le monsieur m'a aider à trouver mon terrain


La conversation est traduite parce que tous le monde parlait en anglais ;

-Vous êtes sur que j'ai le droit de m'installer comme ça sans aviser personne
-Je crois oui
-Vous êtes sur ?
-Vous avez payer ?
-Oui!?
-Alors ce doit être correct

Je voulais plus qu'un ''maybe i'ts okay'' comme réponse ...Je m'installe .Puis je galère à monter la tente .Des problèmes de tiges de tente que j'étais sensé réparer que j'ai complètement oublier .Une demi-heure passe ,il a plein de moustique.Une heure plus tard ,je décide de mettre un étage de linge de plus .Dix minutes plus tard ,les maudites me pique au travers de mes jeans .Il fait noir ,j'ai pas vraiment de lumière.Je me dit ``j'ai pas le choix faut que je demande de l'aide sinon je vais dormir direct à terre parce que j'en peux plus !``
Alors,je regarde autour de moi à la recherche de quelqu’un qui à l’air de vouloir veiller .Je trouve un groupe de 4 monsieurs .Je m’en vais leur demander de l’aide .Il ce déplace regarde ma tante décide de la déplacer devant leur camion pour avoir de la lumière et il galère eux aussi ...Je me sens inutile .Difficile de vouloir coopérer quand que tu connais aucun therme en anglais en ce qui consiste les tantes .Alors, je sacrais et regardais impuissante.Il ont réussi à finir de monter ma tante j’ai pue enfin de me coucher .

Le lendemain c’était la journée ou j’étais sensé aller à Canada Wonderland .Je suis un peu stresser .Mon téléphone est à 3% et je ne comprend pas ce que j’ai réservé .C’est un billet de bus pour l’aller ou le retour ?Je demande de l’aide à la réceptionniste elle ne sait pas et me comprend pas trop non plus .Alors, je sors décourager à essayée de trouver ce que je fais .Il y a un monsieur sur l’autre banc ou je suis assied et il commence à me parler .Alors, je lui explique que je m’en vais à Canada Wonderland .Il me répond que justement ça mère habite proche de là et que justement elle s’en vien le chercher .Il m’offre d'appeler ça mère pour savoir si elle ne peut pas me faire le lift.Je saute de joie pour aller me préparer .Je reviens et on commence à marcher .Je me rend compte qu'on arrête a un dépanneur je suis un peu moins sur de moi .Puis après on attend dans une abris bus .
Toujours traduit d’un anglais assez mauvais car aucun de nous deux ces très bien le parler :
-Ta mère nous liftait pas ?
-Non non on prend la bus
-Okay tu sais comment t’y rendre ?
Silence...
Sais tu comment t’y rendre ?
Me répond toujours pas ose même pas me regarder .On dirait qu’il fait mine de ne pas m’entendre .Il change de sujet commence à me parler de d’autre chose je lui répond plus perdu et un peu frustrer quon m’ignore .Dans ma tête je me demandais ce que je fesais à ce moment même .
-Oui je pense savoir comment si rendre ...
-Non il faut savoir comment s’y rendre .Puis je paye comment moi ?
-Tu n’as pas ta carte de débit ?
-Elle n’a pas paypass
Silence
-Sais-tu comment t’y rendre ?
Je commence à perdre impatience .Je déteste de ne pas être sur de ce qui ce passe .Il ne me répond pas .La bus arrive .Je me dépêche de lui dire ;
-MAIS LÀ ATTEND JE PAYE COMMENT !
-Pas besoin de payer fait juste rentrer.Dit-il en rentrant dans la bus .
-MAIS NON FAUT PAYER !
Je rentre très mal à l’aise dans la bus .De peur quon me reproche de ne pas avoir payer .En plus la plupart des gens qui vivent à Toronto sont Indien alors ,il sont un accent .Finalement ça ces bien passer .Mais je stresse .Je me demande quoi faire .Je suis frustrer .Parce quon répond pas à des questions simple .J’ai pas envis de m’éloigner ni de me perdre avec un inconnue .
-Sais tu comment te rendre
-Je crois oui ...
Je bouillonnne de l’intérieur .Pourquoi il veut m’emmener là-bas si il sait pas comment ce rendre? J’ai rien pour payer comment je vais faire pour retourner aux camping moi ?Je me retien pour pas pleurer .J’ai payé pour Canada Wonderland je suis à Toronto pour ça .Je peux pas rester 3 jours dans un camping dans une ville que je connais pas avec 3 % de batterie.Puis, ce monsieur est bizzard.Ces pas pour rien que je l’ai appellé Mrs. Bean .Il arrête pas de me faire des petits sourire et il dit ;
-Croissant ,madame Jessica
-Jus de pompe anus
Jus de pompe anus !?Ces quoi ça !?Je comprend pas je décide de faire un sourire en coin perturber...

On débarque et il me donne son cell pour que je trouve comment ce rendre .Comment est ce que je peux savoir moi !?Ça fait même pas 48h que je suis à Toronto .En plus on ce comprend pas .Alors, j’essaye d’imposer une chose ;faut trouver avant tous comment je peux payer mes billets d’autobus .Il me dit que ces possibles dans une pharmacie .Parfait !La pharmacie est quand même loin alors on décide d’appeller un taxi .Avant il veut que je lui paye quelque chose au Starbuck ; un compromis vue qu’il ‘’ m’aide’’ à me déplacer .Ce que j'accepte .Une fois le taxi arriver il me demande de me payer le billet de Canada Wonderland.Ha bah là !Après être rentrer dans la pharmacie avoir payer mon billet et son breuvage ,ça carte .Il a fallu que je le regarde bien parce qu’il s’en allait me rajouter des trucs .Ces quoi il me pense multimillionnaire le mec !?Il m’explique que ce serait peut-être mieux d’y aller en taxi .Je suis daccord avec lui .Une fois dans le taxi il me redemandes de lui payer un billet .

-Les billets sont 75 $ j’ai déjà payé je peux pas te payer un autre billet.
Il démontre clairement qu’il est déçu .Puis en plus il s’obstine avec le chauffeur de taxi .J’essaye de lui dire de ce calmer il m’explique qu’il connait le trajets et qu’il nous fait faire des trajets pour rallonger le temps .Puis les minutes suivent ou il dit des jokes en disant qu’il m’emmène dans le sud !?Mec arrête de dire des choses comme ça .Je confirme avec le chauffeur qu'on va bien à Canada Wonderland .Il confirme ,me passe ça machine pour payer d’avance .Il me regarde avec un regard du genre ‘’ je te promet tu vas te rendre est confiance ‘’.Puis ,il me redemande de lui payer le billet.
-Je t’ai dit que non !Si tu veux je te devance de 25 $
Ces déjà bien devancer de 25$ un billet de Canada Wonderland avec un inconnue rat que je connais depuis même pas 24h!On arrive ,je passe devant les détecteurs .Il a beaucoup de bruit les détecteur de métals qui arrête pas de sonner pendant que j’essaye de comprendre Mrs.Bean pour savoir si il vien avec moi ou non.En même temps je vide mes poches sans regarder ce que je donne à la dame de sécuriter juste pour que le détecteur arrête de sonner .Un moment donner la dame me tapote l'épaule ''vous avez pas le droit de rentré avec ça madame'' .Je me retourne et regarde ce que je lui donnais depuis tantot ; ma carte de débit,ma clé de cadenas de tante .mon passe-port et ...Mon canif !Avec encore du beurre de peanut dessus .Je répond ''Ces sur que je rentre pas avec ça voyons !'' .Je le reprend Mrs Bean me dit qu'il vien pas et je lui donne mon canif .On est voisin de tante il va pouvoir me le redoner plus tard .

Salve, potete aiutarmi perfavore? Ho degli articoli nella mia warehouse che non riesco a spedire per via della situazione che c e ora su pandabuy, ma non riesco manco a farmi rimborsare sul saldo di pandabuy perche non trovo il tasto cancel order, sapete dirmi dove posso trovarlo ?

Witnessed a boomer meltdown at my hotel today (they wouldn't accept her non-existent reservation to the hotel restaurant) and remjnded me of my own story.
In the distant future of 2017, I worked at a hotel as a "Houseman". Basically, my primary responsibility was keeping the linen stocked, but I had my hands in just about everything- I did the trash, mopped and swept, I ran room service, I did VERY light maintenance jobs (Think things that are simple, but require to be done quickly like broken lights, battery replacements, doors not working, ext), guest requests, and luggage.
The only thing I didn't do was front desk.
It's towards the end of my shift. I had finished everything I needed to do to wrap up, and I was pretty much just looking for things to do till I could clock out at 4. Kitchen trash was taken out already, concierge lounge wasn't even used today, hell even the laundry room didn't need any help.
So I pop upstairs to see if front of house needed anything- Turns out they were SLAMMED. First time I have ever seen more than 4 people (And families) waiting to be checked in. Sadly, most I could do was stand by for anyone who asked for help with luggage.
Until Karen appeared.
Karen walked out of the elevators, looked at the line for the front desk, and immediately tried to bump right to the front. The front desk worker and the people waiting to check in did not accept her line-cutting, and when you have an entire lobby of folks staring you down, she crumbled.
So she turns her attention on me, since I'm not exactly doing anything- and starts demanding I help her. Cool, that's what I'm here for.
"Okay ma'am how can I help?"
"I can't get into my room."
"Okay, is it a problem with the door itself?"
"Yeah I can't get back into my room."
"Alright ma'am if you'll just tell me your room number I will meet you there with my door tools."
So I go grab the door tools (a special screwdriver that lets me open the panels and expose the locking system) and head up to her room. When I get there she's doing that exaggerated foot tapping (it took me a whole 5 minutes to get the tool and get back there).
"About time!"
"Sorry about the wait, may I see your key card?"
"I don't have it, I locked it inside."
"Ma'am I thought you said you had a problem with the door."
"I do, it won't open."
"Tends to happen when you don't have your fucking key Okay, well you're going to have to go to the front desk and get a new key."
"Just open the door for me and I'll go get it!"
"I can't do that ma'am, I have no way of proving this is your room."
At this point I swear she was getting red in the face, repeating over and over how she has important work to get back too, or that she needed to get inside for her dog (this is a no pet hotel).
I repeatedly tell her I can't open doors for guests- I don't even have a key card to do that. Eventually it gets through to her and she demands I get her a new key... Which I still can't do, because I don't have access to the hotel's key system.
Eventually she gets that I can't help her and that she'll need to go down to the front desk, so I go to leave. It's 4:10 by the time I clock out, and as I'm walking out I see Karen in line... Behind at least 3 more families.
Thanks for wasting both our time because I won't break into a room for ya.

Allora questo post sarà particolarmente lungo ma è da un po' che volevo sfogarmi su sta cosa. Sono m18, e odio mio padre. Non il classico odio in fase adolescenziale per cui passano quasi tutti, direi che è più una specie di delusione. Mio padre è una brava persona: educato, umile e disponibile, il problema è che è religioso. Troppo religioso. Non solo lui, anche mia madre e tutti gli altri miei parenti sono musulmani, ma mio padre è il più fissato di tutti, a tal punto che sembra un'ossessione. Sin da piccolo hanno cercato di insegnarmi più roba possibile sull'islam e all'inizio ero credente (per inizio intendo fino alla prima media) poi quando ho iniziato a conoscere un minimo quello che mi circondava ho capito di essere ateo. Gliel'ho nascosto perché considerando che la mia famiglia è tutta musulmana e hanno investito molto tempo e risorse per farmi approfondire questa religione immaginavo si sarebbero arrabbiati, ma non così tanto. In seconda media ero in gita ma non mi ero portato la merenda, allora ho preso uno snack al prosciutto dal mio amico al quale ho detto di essere ateo e quindi il maiale lo potevo mangiare tranquillamente.. lo stesso giorno quando tornai a casa presi alcune delle botte peggiori fin'ora, con tanto di urla e minacce. Da quel momento in poi ho continuato a fingere di essere credente, solamente che spesso dimenticavo (e succede tutt'ora) di pregare in orario, e questa cosa ogni volta fa imbestialire mio padre. Ogni volta che faccio anche cose estremamente positive (per esempio voti alti o lavoretti retribuiti), per lui non hanno alcun valore se non rispetto gli orari delle preghiere. Ogni volta che gli chiedo un favore, una mano o qualsiasi cosa neanche mi ascolta se non ho pregato i giorni precedenti. Durante il Ramadan mi obbliga ad andare in moschea con lui e passiamo almeno 2 ore (anche i giorni che torno distrutto da scuola). Non riusciamo a parlare di nulla senza tirare in mezzo la religione. Mi ha sempre tenuto lontano dall' alcool e da qualsiasi carne che fosse di origina suina o incerta. Già così era ai limiti della follia ma ciò che veramente mi ha alterato è come per colpa sua non ho potuto avere un'esperienza che è solita alla mia età, ovvero una cazzo di relazione. Inizio 2023 avevo conosciuto una ragazza carina con cui mi sentivo e con cui mi ci sono messo insieme. Dopodiché abbiamo iniziato ad uscire insieme spesso e, appena lui ha avuto il sospetto che io stessi frequentando qualcuna (secondo la religione non puoi stare da solo con una tipa prima del matrimonio) ha iniziato a chiamarmi ogni mezz'ora quando sono fuori dopo l'orario scolastico, talvolta facendo videochiamata per accertarsi che non stessi sparando minchiate. La volta che mi ha beccato a casa della tipa (stavamo solamente guardando un film e C'ERA SUA MADRE) si è incazzato in maniera insensata e ha minacciato di cacciarmi di casa/riportarmi in egitto se avessi continuato ad andare contro i princìpi dell'islam. Questa cosa dei controlli 24/7 non ci lasciava un momento liberi io e la mia ex, uno dei motivi principali della nostra rottura. Sta cosa mi sta veramente sul cazzo che non posso vivere le esperienze che vivono tutti alla mia età solo perché lui vuole così. A me onestamente fotte un cazzo della religione degli altri: puoi essere cristiano, musulmano, ebreo o satanista, basta che non invadi i miei spazi o mi obblighi a seguire le tue regole. Ogni volta che succede qualcosa di simile penso "dai magari è solo sto periodo" ma poi continua e io non ce la posso più fare. Continuo a pensare che il giorno in cui mi trasferirò si avvicina ma manca comunque tanto. Io vado anche bene a scuola e nella vita in generale, mi fa schifo fumare/svapare e una volta al mese esco il sabato sera ma non bevo per paura che lo possa scoprire in qualche modo. Sta situazione mi ha veramente esaurito mentalmente perché non riesco a fare qualsiasi cosa senza che mio padre tiri in mezzo la religione.

Come da titolo. Ovviamente non si verrà mai pagati per aver messo like a video su YouTube o dopo aver lasciato recensioni su un sito, ma qual è il loro obiettivo? Avere i tuoi dati della banca?

Hello
Scrivo dalla Sardegna e ho da poco partecipato ad un bando per un tirocinio di 6 mesi a Roma (ufficio zona Bioparco) per 800€ al mese. Prima di continuare però mi è venuto il dubbio che 800€ non siano abbastanza per vivere (la mia famiglia non può -e non voglio*- che mi aiuti). Ovviamente so che non potrei mai permettermi una casa dentro la città con 800€, ma ho paura che anche uscendo fuori lalla fine gli 800€ non siano abbastanza per vivere bene fra trasporti, affitto e vita (e se proprio devo fare la fame preferisco farla qui, dove almeno ho amici e parenti).
Volevo avere un po di pareri. Sarebbe fattibile vivere con questo budget secondo voi?
*non per cattiveria o altro, semplicemente non voglio pesare su di loro.

Looking for women with similar interests to chat and potentially meet up with!
I had a dream a few days ago that a well endowed woman was singing "Hakuna Ma Tatas" to me while swaying back and forth. "It means no worries, for the rest of your days." She sang. "I’m tellin’ ya, kid - this is the life! Hakuna. Ma Tatas. Hakuna. Ma Tatas." And then I woke up and thought "Well that was different." and went about my day.
I don't really have a moral to that very random story, but I hope you at least got a chuckle out of the silliness of it! 😁
A bit about me:

• Breasts are a turn on for me, but I also am happy to set that aside and have a non-sexual relationship if we get along well and enjoy each other's company.
• I'm Caucasian and ~5'9 & ~150 lbs, with brown hair & eyes. Slim, somewhat athletic build. I wear glasses.
• I'm a big 'ol nerd. I spend the majority of my time at home and play video games, watch Twitch and Youtube, read manga, etc.
• Consent is very important to me! I don't want to do anything without checking the other person is OK with it.
• Interested in lactation, but definitely not a requirement.

As shallow as it may sound, physical appearance does play a role for me for a potential relationship. Mostly just in the sense that find myself attracted more easily to people with faces I find cute and women with large breasts. On that front, I'm happy to exchange pictures to see if we are each other's type.

As a non-native Tagalog speaker, nahihirapan pa rin ako mag tagalog kahit 5 years na ako dito sa Luzon lalo na pag nakikipag usap sa mga tao na nasa service industry. Kaya eto ako ngayon, gumagawa ng script sa ulo ko kung paano sasabihin sa hairdresser yung gusto kong gupit. Naghahanap na rin ng reference pictures para mas clear.
Sana ma figure out ko rin paano sabihin in a nice way na gusto ko ipa alter yung haircut if ever di ko gusto yung result hahaha
Wish me luck! 💇🏻‍♀️

A Fanfic of u/SpacePaladin15’s work “The Nature of Predators.” Thank you for the story!
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Memory transcription subject: Saori, Nivean Diplomat
Date [standardized human time]: July 27, 2160
The blasted sun flickered through the windows of my home, taunting me. The thing new I was expecting to wake up the second its rays blessed my face this morning and chose to hide itself! I awoke with my feathers flattened unflatteringly and little time to apply my favorite feather dust! My mirror hanging in the foyer of my burrow revealed my panic was entirely misplaced.
My normally light gray feathers radiated vibrantly with orange hues coupled with red and yellow accents. The perfectly white toga wrapped around my body without a hint of stain upon it. I flicked my tail and fanned the feathers upon it. My Crest feathers spread perfectly too. I couldn’t help but smile at my own image, like a true narcissist. I just need to remember to not smile in front of our stellar neighbors! Most likely, bearing teeth will be seen as a sign of aggressiveness instead of friendliness. At least someone on my team had the foresight to consider out weirdness.
We proto-avians are a rare breed, after all. The only surviving member of our species and the only one to stand perfectly upright despite our tail. At some point, our specie diverged from the rest, as we didn’t even sport beaks! My team did come to the conclusion that while other species will likely not look too similar to us, they will, of course, have some method fine motor manipulation skills as otherwise they won’t have the ability to invent tech. They should also be obligate carnivores like ourselves. Sadly, the herbivorous lifestyle doesn’t easily lend itself to the behavior required to gain sentience. Pack tactics and cooperation are what encourage large brain growth. Something running away from threats and eating can never produce on their own.
It took me very little time to actually make it to the space elevator. Though it’s not my first time riding it, I still can’t help the knot in my stomach looking up at the tower. It just doesn’t feel right that an object orbiting the planet can be tethered to said planet. Yet, here it is. This time, I didn’t have to wait in line to go up. The entire complex had been shut down for myself.
“AH! Captain Saori! Just in time! We are about ready to launch the probe at Epsilon! Ooooo! I can’t wait to see what our galactic neighbors have been building and introduce ourselves. I get the feeling, the only reason they haven’t come to say hello is due to the fact we don’t have FTL ourselves until now. This… by the goddess, is going to be the most important day in Nivean history… I am beyond jealous that you get to be not only the first person to experience FTL, but also the first Nivean to ever go meet with actual extraterrestrials!”
I wrapped my wing-arms around Joi. My claws gently preened her brown plumage, “I wish you could come with me. It’d make for a hell of a date.”
She leapt a good [ten feet] into the air, “I! YOU! Buh! Are you seriously asking me out right now!”
I took a half step forward, “There’s a chance I don’t survive this. I don’t want to die never knowing if I had a chance with you.”
Tears welled in her eyes as we embraced once more, “Of course! By the goddess, yes!”
I felt a claw on my arm, “Sorry love uirits. I need the captain in the observatory for the launch. If you don’t mind, ma’am.”
She nuzzled me and quickly sprinted towards her news crew, who erupted into cheers. I joined General Kovan in the observatory, “Sir. How long until the ship goes into FTL?”
He stood tall and bore his light-gray feathers proudly, “[Two hours] ago. We knew the paparazzi were watching you like a Kufa, so we lied about the actual launch time.”
I gasped at the betrayal, “Why?”
He looked sorrowful as he explained, “As your team pointed out… The aliens may be hostile. If they destroy the probe, I want the broadcast to have a delay to it. So we can get to damage control as quick as possible.”
The mass hysteria that would happen if the Epsilon aliens were hostile was a valid concern, “I understand, sir.”
One of the tech’s jumped in surprise, “SIR! The probe! It’s left FTL early!”
General Kovan rushed to his side, “What?! Report!”
The tech carried on, “The FTL drive is functioning properly. The AI is reporting strange readings… Sir, I think the Epsilons posses tech that can pull ships out of FTL.”
One of the engineers spoke up, “Can confirm, sir. The ship is still capable of engaging its FTL drive if it leaves the confinement bubble. It also appears that while it will be unpleasant, it won’t be lethal to living crews.”
“Sir! We have contact!”
The screen in the center of the observatory flicked to life. A large, sleek vessel slowly grew larger and larger. We were all awed by its sheer size. It could easily take a thousand individuals to man that thing alone. General Kovan’s crest stood on end as he started to count the obvious weapons mounted over its hull. I didn’t doubt for a moment that intergalactic war was a thing, but to see the mass of this ship… intergalactic wars are on a scale unfathomable to us. Considering that our last serious military conflict in the last [twenty years] only had three actual combatants and resulted in only one person losing tail feathers, we were likely never going to hold a candle up to their combat prowess.
Kovan steadied himself, “Start the first contact procedure!”
My joy and pride for the last ten years finally activated. As many different methods of communicating started to active. Everything from radio waves to X-rays were pulsed out of the ship in a method that should hopefully allow us to establish a baseline of communicating. Our ship also began to pulse lights in an obvious pattern, as well as rotate gently before reversing that rotation. As a last ditch effort, we also included multiple different physical media in the craft in case the Epsilons were a touch-based species and were completely unaware of radiation or light.
We all sat and waited for hours. The rest of the world soon joined us in the tension as we watched on. It felt like we were going to be broken in half before the Dreadnought opened its bay doors and began maneuvering in an attempt to pick up the craft. We ordered it to comply and as it drew near the belly, we force shut it down. Something about the ship itself was interfering with our FTL communications.
It took a moment for it to dawn on us. The room erupted into loud cheers as we all jumped in joy! We had just made actual non-hostile contact with an alien species! They trusted us enough to lower their defenses and let us into one of their more sensitive ships!
Kovan nodded to me and I rushed towards the space elevator. It was time to go say hello in person.
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Memory transcription subject: Khalink, Shield Diplomat
Date [standardized human time]: July 27, 2160
I rushed through the halls of my home and out the front door looking like hot garbage. For the first time since humanity came on the scene, another race has developed FTL and made first contact. This time with my own people, the Deuteran. Our scientists had already made leaps in decoding the alien language as the new arrivals had saw fit to include everything and more necessary to do so on an unmanned craft.
We all felt relieved after seeing the first video of one of the proto-avians simply moving. They possessed cutting teeth and sharp claws on their wing-arms, as well as a wicked looking claw on their legs, but it was clear as day what they were actually for when the alien dug them into a tree to climb up and eat its fruits. Humanity had taught us that appearances did not dictate behavior. Looking closely at them revealed the truth. Though we should have seen that coming as they looked at objects one eye at a time like true prey- I mean like us herbivores.
A shuttle had been scrambled to carry me towards the first contact point when we detected the new arrival's home world had sent a second craft into FTL. We sped through space, diverting all traffic out of our way to ensure no delays. I arrived just in time to watch them come out of FTL in an albeit primitive, but still amazingly beautiful, sleek craft.
We quickly prepared to dock and let what will likely be the shield newest member on board. The door clicked and hissed before finally opening to reveal the sealed door of their ship. After a moment, we watched the locking mechanisms open up and pull away.
I let out a gasp. They looked like an angel. Their suit was a simple piece of stunningly white cloth wrapped around their body. Their feathers were of a magnificent orange with red and yellow hues. They held a golden, ornate box in their arms as they STALKED FORWARD. OH, GODS. THE THING HAD BEEN LOOKING AROUND LIKE WE DID WITH A SINGLE EYE, BUT WHEN IT FELT SAFE IT STARED DOWN ITS SNOUT AT ME AND IT’S HEAD LOCKED ONTO ME. IT DREW CLOSER AND CLOSER BEFORE opening the box to reveal to soft bodied fruits…
It gently picked one up and held the box up to me. I grabbed the other as it set the box down. It held the fruit straight out, and I mimicked its actions. It looped its arm around mine and held its fruit to my mouth. When I held mine up to them, they slowly opened their maw to reveal every sharp tooth in their heads as they gently leaned forward and bit into the fruit. I copied them faithfully and felt the tangy sweet flavor of the fruit wash into my mouth. With a tongue-full of amazing flavor, we fed each other a fruit.
I felt like an idiot for fearing them as they leaned forward and groomed some spilled pulp off my beak. I felt my translator burn as it finished downloading their language, and braced itself to use my own vocal cords to translate my words into theirs.
It looked startled as I spoke, “Do not be afraid. I can speak your language do to two things. The first being the drone your people sent to us and the second being our translator chips which are allowing me to speak your language. I must say, It is a pleasure to meet you and share this first meal together. May it be one of millions.”
They took a half step back and their outward beauty was only matched by their voice, “The pleasure is mine! I am Captain Saori. My people have observed the signals yours has been emitting into space for some time now. You inspired us to invent, to cooperate and yearn to meet you. If you don’t mind, I am so curious about your people.”
I let my tail feather fan out in delight, “Peoples! I am Khalink, Shield Diplomat. We are a defensive organization comprising dozens of different species all working together to keep ourselves safe.”
“Amazing… simple amazing! If I may ask, would you be so kind as to settle a debate that has been held on my home for quite some time? How many of these species are herbivores, omnivores or carnivores?”
I shuddered at the word carnivore, “Well, The majority of all aliens are herbivores like myself. With only a small section being omnivores that lean towards being true herbivores, and only one that I know of that is a true omnivore and must be one. There is also only two known instances of true carnivores.”
I wanted to avoid talking about the Arxur. Those abominations were quarantined and not something I wished to scare them with. Saori looked delighted as he placed a claw to his chest and closed his eyes, “This is… the opposite of what we thought it would be! To think my own people are only the third true carnivores to become sapient!”
Every thought in my head came to a halt, “I’m sorry? You just ate a fruit…”
They let out a lite chirp, “Oh! Yes. While we can eat fruit, we get almost no nutrition from it. It mainly helps us digest meat… Are you ok? You’re looking a little wobbly.”
I awoke in the medical bay of my ship. Sitting up I could see numerous staff standing around me with… them only a few feet away. Oh, gods… a second race of obligate carnivores, and these have developed FTL on their own…
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This! Is my second story. No multiple arcs, not huge storyline. Just a small little idea that popped into my head that I will be working on at least once a month… hopefully. I hope you enjoyed!

1. Jin mujin - Seyongji Yuk.
2. Elite - James Lee.
3. Tom Lee - Eli Jang.
4. Jinyoung Park - Johan Seong.
5. Gapryong Kim - Gitae Kim (and jake kim).
6. Yamazaki head - Jonggun Park.
7. Lightning choi - Line Man.
8. Jichang Kwak - Jihang Kwak.
9. Gongseob ji - Zack Lee.
10. Brekdak - Vasco (Euntae Lee).
11. Seyongji Yuk - Vin Jin.
12. Manager Kim - Warren Chae.
13. Baekho Kown - Zerry Kown.
14. Alexander Sophia - Jay Hong.
15. Taesoo Ma - Hudson Ahan.
16. Hansu Seong - Taehoon Seong.
17. Kojima Brothers - Taejin Cheon.
18. Seokdu Wang - Changyong Lee.
19. AC Technician - Samuel Seo.
20. Jonggun Park - Daniel Park.

Perdonatemi per l'ennesimo post riguardante punteggi per il tolc, ma non so a chi rivolgermi.
Per ora è il mio punteggio più alto, secondo la graduatoria dell'anno scorso sarei al 220esimo posto, ma non vorrei fosse troppo al limite con la soglia minima di punteggi ammessi (l'ultimo della graduatoria ha fatto 36.5 tipo). Farò altri tentativi per aumentare, anche di un solo punto, il voto finale. Dite che posso stare tranquilla? O è meglio ambire a un po' di più?

I’m going to write my fanfic soon & I have some fanart request.:

1. 12 year old Naruto that was raised by Tsunade & Jiraiya, with Shizune, Kakashi, Anko, Kurenai & Yugao as older sibling figures. Taller and more muscular than canon, but still lean. Has a staff, Hashirama’s axe-sword & escrima sticks.
2. 12 year old Ino that never dieted and trained seriously. Wields a Jian.
3. Naruto, Sasuke and the clan heirs grouped together as friends before getting their teams.
4. 6th Hokage Fugaku
5. 4th Hokage Sakumo
6. Headmaster Hiruzen
7. confident 12 year old Hinata
8. team photo: Tsunade-sensei, young Kushina, Tsume & a random character
9. team photo: Tsunade-sensei, young Mikoto, Hiashi and Hizashi.
10. 2 modified bird cage seals (1 for the Uchiha)
11. team photo: Itachi-sensei, red spiky haired happy Naruto, happy Sasuke & Sakura
12. team photo: Shisui-sensei, Kiba, Hinata & Shino
13. Imperfect Snake Sage Anko
14. Perfect Toad Sage Jiraiya with ma & pa.
15. Perfect Slug Sage red haired Tsunade (based on Hashirama’s sage mode)
16. Imperfect Slug Sage Shizune
17. 6 paths Sage Mode Guy
18. Living Mangetsu and 2 clones wielding Hiramekarei, Kabutowari, Nuibari and Shibuki. The original wielding Nuibari and Shibuki in 1 hand each.
19. Shisui, Itachi and Asuma vs Zabuza vs 3 Mangetsu
20. Forest of Death: Sage modes Jiraiya, Tsunade, Shizune & Anko vs Orochimaru with Deidara’s clay & hand mouths and Kakuzu’s Earth grudge fear.
21. Konoha crush: A & Killer B vs Tobirama
22. Konoha crush: Mei & non-sage mode Guy vs Hashirama
23. Konoha crush: Hiruzen, Enma & Onoki vs Orochimaru
24. Chunin vest Naruto
25. 12 year old choji with flaming met gauntlets & a flaming kanubo.
26. Shikamaru with a bow and quiver.
27. perfect toad sage Yoshino
28. Haku vs The rookie 9
29. chunin exams: Lee using Morning Peacock on Gaara

Premetto che non ho nulla contro l'erba ne contro i fumatori, e che comunque considero l'erba 1000 volte meno pericolosa dell'alcool, sia per chi ne fa uso sia socialmente, come del resto anche l'OMS.
Posto ciò, molti, io incluso, hanno difficoltà a smettere di fumare, e vivono una situazione di dipendenza. Anche se questa condizione quasi mai porta a situazioni gravi, anche senza quasi, tipo relazioni completamente rovinate o addirittura la strada, come invece fa l'alcol, a volte viene vissuta come un peso, che impedisce di godersi la vita appieno o provoca attacchi d'ansia. Non per tutti, molti, credo la stragrande maggioranza, riescono ad avere vite complete fumando regolarmente. Questo post non si rivolge a loro.
Scrivo questo post per sapere se organizzare un circolo di fumatori anonimi basato sui 12 passi o altre metodologie possa aiutare qualcuno. Spesso ho cercato di smettere di fumare, questo è il mio credo 30esimo tentativo. Sono a più di una settimana ora e mi sento benissimo, ma so anche che una ricaduta è molto probabile.
Fatemi sapere cosa ne pensate, voglio capire se ha senso organizzarne uno qui a Torino.
Pace

m 19 non voglio dilungarmi troppo, dicono che sono un ragazzo “bello” e comunque non sono mai stato in una relazione, sarà per la timidezza o per l’essere troppo umano con le ragazze ma ogni volta che penso di aver trovato quella giusta alla fine mi “friendzonano” sempre anche se mi trovato attraente o interessante. Ieri dopo 2 settimane che ci siamo scritti ci siamo visti e dopo avermi raccontato in chat del fatto che ha “paura” del contatto maschile per traumi che ha subito ha iniziato quasi subito a comportarsi come se ci conoscessimo da sempre, per esempio eravamo seduti su una scalinata nella sua città a mangiare della focaccia ed è stata 30 minuti con la testa appoggiata sulla mia spalla. Oggi mi scrive che ieri si è trovata a suo agio con me ma non riesce a vedermi come piu di un amico…ci sono rimasto veramente di merda e mi ha dato quella coltellata sulla schiena che non mi aspettavo.