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My Therapist Told Me To Buy A Grief Doll. Now I Regret It Part 1
2024.05.28 00:42 ImOnCovidsSide My Therapist Told Me To Buy A Grief Doll. Now I Regret It Part 1
“It’s called a grief doll” Dr. Ramos said.
I stared at him like he’d grown a second head.
“A what?” I asked.
I’d agreed to this session to get my mother off my back. Provided, of course, that she also foot the bill. And, truth be told, it hadn’t been an easy couple of months. The word “stillbirth” sounds a lot more peaceful than the reality of it all. You get all the same blood and screaming as a regular birth but with none of the joy afterwards. Things are, I guess, “still,” in a way. The silence of the grave.
“I know it’s a little unconventional,” Dr. Ramos said. “But, there’s been some really solid research to back it up recently. My colleague down in Camden–”
I cut him off. “You want me to buy a lifesized recreation of the dead baby that I just gave birth to?”
He looked slightly chastened by this. “I want you to process what happened, Mary. It can help. Look, if what you were already doing was working you wouldn’t be coming here, right?”
I sighed. “Alright. You’re the doctor. Who am I to argue with science?”
We talked a bit more after that, but it’s not really worth recounting here.
***
The next day I went to the address Dr. Ramos had texted me. It was a little building tucked away downtown between the huge tech skyscrapers and offices. When I walked in, the owner, a short man with a scruffy beard, smiled at me and said “You must be Mary.”
I nodded.
“Would you like to sit down? Do you want anything to drink? Anything to eat?”
I shook my head. “I don’t really want to stay here any longer than I have to, if that’s alright with you,” I said to the Rasputin-looking gentleman sitting behind the desk.
“I get it,” he said, nodding gravely. “People come here to get away from something, not to settle down. Do you have the pictures?”
I took them out of my bag. It had been quite a while since I’d needed to get photographs printed out. Ever since the world had gone digital we’ve all become allergic to paper.
“Here they are,” I said to him. These would serve as the model for the doll. He reached out and took them from me, examining them carefully.
“I think I’ve got what I need. I will let you know if I need anything more,” he said, stroking his long beard hypnotically.
I left and drove home. It was a quiet ride. Much more quiet than I’d been used to. Ever since Tim had left there were these little dead spaces throughout the day. He used to fill car rides with excited chatter about protons and leptons and all the -ons he got to work with as a physicist.
My brain had begun to fill these spaces with grim reflections on the past and future:
It’s your fault.
You don’t deserve a baby.
This is God’s way of telling you that you don’t deserve to be alive.
Over and over again these thoughts would run through my mind like the world’s most depressing tape recorder. Vicious, hateful, unbelievable things kept popping into my head as I drove the short distance home, making the trip feel far longer than it actually was.
***
I had taken to staring at the ceiling and crying myself to sleep most nights. The big, empty house felt suffocating at 3 AM, like all the open space was sucking the air out of my lungs every time I opened my mouth. This had been the way I spent most nights since the stillbirth. I tried to fill the silence any way I could. At all hours of the night, one could hear my TV blaring or my phone playing some podcast or another. Anything to avoid the little dead spaces between one task and the next.
But it was most difficult of all when I tried to sleep. I saw images of my little girl when I closed my eyes. I saw the blood and heard my own screams when it became clear that she would never take a breath. There were also subtler forms of self-inflicted torture.
Exactly one month after the worst day of my life, I came home from work to find Tim’s things cleaned out and a note on the kitchen table. It read:
“I’m sorry Mary. I can’t imagine how hard this month has been for you, but every day I stay here is like a knife to the heart. You’re just so sad and I can’t take it anymore.”
That phrase “You’re just so sad” played in a loop in my mind’s ear.
***
Eventually, I won the battle against consciousness. It was a fitful, restless sleep pregnant with terrible things. I felt like I’d lived an entire life come morning. I dreamt that I’d held little Sarah in my hands, that I’d been able to feed her from my own body just like I’d wanted to do for so many years. But as I held her against my chest she melted into a puddle of flesh and blood, yet never ceased to suck, to draw whatever life she could from me, and I was desperate to give it to her. Eventually, she was little more than eyes in a puddle of fleshy blood, staring at me from the ground and whispering “Why didn’t you save me, Mama?”
I woke with a start. Never, not once in my life, had I experienced a dream like this. I sat huddled in my bedsheets, shaking with tears as I saw the image of my melted little girl swirling around on the floor, asking why I hadn’t helped her. Reality seeped back in stages, penetrating the veil of sadness, and shocking me to my feet with the blaring intensity of my phone’s alarm. It was always turned up to full volume because anything lower risked my sleep-addled mind resisting its call to return from the deep. It had always been difficult to tear myself from the land of dreams, and more so after my life began to feel like a nightmare. But lately, sleep offered little respite.
I pulled on my clothes, brushed my hair so that it was halfway presentable, and poured myself a bowl of oatmeal. It was a gray, soggy pile at the bottom of my bowl. In a flash of unwanted connection, my brain superimposed the image of little melted Sarah onto my field of view. I nearly vomited into my bowl, but just then there was a knock on my door.
“Package,” the deep baritone on the other end intoned.
I opened the door and saw the mailman walking away. It occurred to me that nothing was stopping me from asking him out now that Tim had wandered out of my life. But, immediately, my brain stepped in to fill in the blanks:
Why would he want someone like you?
What the hell is wrong with you?
I don’t even want you and I am you.
These thoughts came as easily as my breath, and I had long since stopped trying to challenge them. In all likelihood, they were right. I picked up the package and saw that it was the grief doll. As soon as I got home from work I’d figure out what the hell I was supposed to do with the thing.
As I stepped into the bathroom, the mirror joined my inner voice in confirming my lack of romantic prospects. Deep, black circles formed rings under my eyes. Deeper wrinkles stood out on my forehead and my double chin and – was that a gray hair? Already? Immediately, the thoughts returned.
You’ll be dead at 50 by this rate.
The world won’t miss you.
Why not make it tomorrow?
Again, these suggestions were difficult to challenge with the evidence inches from my eyes.
***
It was hard to care about work. Even at the best of times, it hadn’t been the most fulfilling job in the world, but these days my cubicle felt like a tomb. My job was to call people who had filled out negative reviews for the phone company (I’m sure you know which one, but it’s probably best to leave that unsaid) and ask why.
This was a doubly depressing task because it was both neverending and pointless. How many times in the past month have you picked up a call from a number you didn’t recognize? I’m guessing the answer is lower than one. Almost nobody picked up, and those who did invariably did one of two things: hang up instantly upon realizing who I was or scream invective at me that I would hesitate before repeating to the devil himself.
One particularly creative gentleman suggested I fold myself in half seventeen times to create a black hole and then have intercourse with said hole while my company’s headquarters were sucked into the event horizon. Points for creativity. Deductions for misogyny. Although, in fairness to the man, I have no trouble believing he’d have said something similar to a male rep.
That day only two people picked up. One hung up immediately. The other launched into a tirade of such intensity and fervor that I was worried he wouldn’t make it to the end of the call.
“And another thing!” the man shouted as I quietly ate a sandwich on the other end. “Your website looks like it was designed by some rock monkey with shit for brains and feet for hands!” he screamed at me. This was an insult I hadn’t heard before. Variations on it appeared with some regularity, sometimes with racial overtones. I’m not entirely sure why this was, given that I had no accent identifying me as anything other than white, and in fact I wasn’t. The assumption seemed to be that because I worked in customer service I must be Indian. This leap in logic went unquestioned by a surprising number of my conversation partners. The average consumer of cellular services in this country is a few rocks short of an avalanche themself.
“I’m sorry that our services did not meet your quality and reliability expectations,” I said dryly, reading from the part of the script labeled “negative responses.”
“And I’m sorry that you people haven’t gone back to where you come from!” the man shouted.
“I’m from Omaha sir,” I said.
“Where you’re really from!” he shouted back.
“I’m really from Omaha sir,’ I responded tiredly. “And so is my father and his father, and before that we came over from England.” This prompted a string of racial epithets I’d rather not repeat. The rest of the day went like this, and after a while I defaulted to flatly repeating “I'm sorry that our services did not meet your quality and reliability expectations.”
My faith in humanity dimmed with each passing call. I decided to slip out at 4:00. I figured no one would notice. I figured right.
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I stared at him like he’d grown a second head.
“A what?” I asked.
I’d agreed to this session to get my mother off my back. Provided, of course, that she also foot the bill. And, truth be told, it hadn’t been an easy couple of months. The word “stillbirth” sounds a lot more peaceful than the reality of it all. You get all the same blood and screaming as a regular birth but with none of the joy afterwards. Things are, I guess, “still,” in a way. The silence of the grave.
“I know it’s a little unconventional,” Dr. Ramos said. “But, there’s been some really solid research to back it up recently. My colleague down in Camden–”
I cut him off. “You want me to buy a lifesized recreation of the dead baby that I just gave birth to?”
He looked slightly chastened by this. “I want you to process what happened, Mary. It can help. Look, if what you were already doing was working you wouldn’t be coming here, right?”
I sighed. “Alright. You’re the doctor. Who am I to argue with science?”
We talked a bit more after that, but it’s not really worth recounting here.
***
The next day I went to the address Dr. Ramos had texted me. It was a little building tucked away downtown between the huge tech skyscrapers and offices. When I walked in, the owner, a short man with a scruffy beard, smiled at me and said “You must be Mary.”
I nodded.
“Would you like to sit down? Do you want anything to drink? Anything to eat?”
I shook my head. “I don’t really want to stay here any longer than I have to, if that’s alright with you,” I said to the Rasputin-looking gentleman sitting behind the desk.
“I get it,” he said, nodding gravely. “People come here to get away from something, not to settle down. Do you have the pictures?”
I took them out of my bag. It had been quite a while since I’d needed to get photographs printed out. Ever since the world had gone digital we’ve all become allergic to paper.
“Here they are,” I said to him. These would serve as the model for the doll. He reached out and took them from me, examining them carefully.
“I think I’ve got what I need. I will let you know if I need anything more,” he said, stroking his long beard hypnotically.
I left and drove home. It was a quiet ride. Much more quiet than I’d been used to. Ever since Tim had left there were these little dead spaces throughout the day. He used to fill car rides with excited chatter about protons and leptons and all the -ons he got to work with as a physicist.
My brain had begun to fill these spaces with grim reflections on the past and future:
It’s your fault.
You don’t deserve a baby.
This is God’s way of telling you that you don’t deserve to be alive.
Over and over again these thoughts would run through my mind like the world’s most depressing tape recorder. Vicious, hateful, unbelievable things kept popping into my head as I drove the short distance home, making the trip feel far longer than it actually was.
***
I had taken to staring at the ceiling and crying myself to sleep most nights. The big, empty house felt suffocating at 3 AM, like all the open space was sucking the air out of my lungs every time I opened my mouth. This had been the way I spent most nights since the stillbirth. I tried to fill the silence any way I could. At all hours of the night, one could hear my TV blaring or my phone playing some podcast or another. Anything to avoid the little dead spaces between one task and the next.
But it was most difficult of all when I tried to sleep. I saw images of my little girl when I closed my eyes. I saw the blood and heard my own screams when it became clear that she would never take a breath. There were also subtler forms of self-inflicted torture.
Exactly one month after the worst day of my life, I came home from work to find Tim’s things cleaned out and a note on the kitchen table. It read:
“I’m sorry Mary. I can’t imagine how hard this month has been for you, but every day I stay here is like a knife to the heart. You’re just so sad and I can’t take it anymore.”
That phrase “You’re just so sad” played in a loop in my mind’s ear.
***
Eventually, I won the battle against consciousness. It was a fitful, restless sleep pregnant with terrible things. I felt like I’d lived an entire life come morning. I dreamt that I’d held little Sarah in my hands, that I’d been able to feed her from my own body just like I’d wanted to do for so many years. But as I held her against my chest she melted into a puddle of flesh and blood, yet never ceased to suck, to draw whatever life she could from me, and I was desperate to give it to her. Eventually, she was little more than eyes in a puddle of fleshy blood, staring at me from the ground and whispering “Why didn’t you save me, Mama?”
I woke with a start. Never, not once in my life, had I experienced a dream like this. I sat huddled in my bedsheets, shaking with tears as I saw the image of my melted little girl swirling around on the floor, asking why I hadn’t helped her. Reality seeped back in stages, penetrating the veil of sadness, and shocking me to my feet with the blaring intensity of my phone’s alarm. It was always turned up to full volume because anything lower risked my sleep-addled mind resisting its call to return from the deep. It had always been difficult to tear myself from the land of dreams, and more so after my life began to feel like a nightmare. But lately, sleep offered little respite.
I pulled on my clothes, brushed my hair so that it was halfway presentable, and poured myself a bowl of oatmeal. It was a gray, soggy pile at the bottom of my bowl. In a flash of unwanted connection, my brain superimposed the image of little melted Sarah onto my field of view. I nearly vomited into my bowl, but just then there was a knock on my door.
“Package,” the deep baritone on the other end intoned.
I opened the door and saw the mailman walking away. It occurred to me that nothing was stopping me from asking him out now that Tim had wandered out of my life. But, immediately, my brain stepped in to fill in the blanks:
Why would he want someone like you?
What the hell is wrong with you?
I don’t even want you and I am you.
These thoughts came as easily as my breath, and I had long since stopped trying to challenge them. In all likelihood, they were right. I picked up the package and saw that it was the grief doll. As soon as I got home from work I’d figure out what the hell I was supposed to do with the thing.
As I stepped into the bathroom, the mirror joined my inner voice in confirming my lack of romantic prospects. Deep, black circles formed rings under my eyes. Deeper wrinkles stood out on my forehead and my double chin and – was that a gray hair? Already? Immediately, the thoughts returned.
You’ll be dead at 50 by this rate.
The world won’t miss you.
Why not make it tomorrow?
Again, these suggestions were difficult to challenge with the evidence inches from my eyes.
***
It was hard to care about work. Even at the best of times, it hadn’t been the most fulfilling job in the world, but these days my cubicle felt like a tomb. My job was to call people who had filled out negative reviews for the phone company (I’m sure you know which one, but it’s probably best to leave that unsaid) and ask why.
This was a doubly depressing task because it was both neverending and pointless. How many times in the past month have you picked up a call from a number you didn’t recognize? I’m guessing the answer is lower than one. Almost nobody picked up, and those who did invariably did one of two things: hang up instantly upon realizing who I was or scream invective at me that I would hesitate before repeating to the devil himself.
One particularly creative gentleman suggested I fold myself in half seventeen times to create a black hole and then have intercourse with said hole while my company’s headquarters were sucked into the event horizon. Points for creativity. Deductions for misogyny. Although, in fairness to the man, I have no trouble believing he’d have said something similar to a male rep.
That day only two people picked up. One hung up immediately. The other launched into a tirade of such intensity and fervor that I was worried he wouldn’t make it to the end of the call.
“And another thing!” the man shouted as I quietly ate a sandwich on the other end. “Your website looks like it was designed by some rock monkey with shit for brains and feet for hands!” he screamed at me. This was an insult I hadn’t heard before. Variations on it appeared with some regularity, sometimes with racial overtones. I’m not entirely sure why this was, given that I had no accent identifying me as anything other than white, and in fact I wasn’t. The assumption seemed to be that because I worked in customer service I must be Indian. This leap in logic went unquestioned by a surprising number of my conversation partners. The average consumer of cellular services in this country is a few rocks short of an avalanche themself.
“I’m sorry that our services did not meet your quality and reliability expectations,” I said dryly, reading from the part of the script labeled “negative responses.”
“And I’m sorry that you people haven’t gone back to where you come from!” the man shouted.
“I’m from Omaha sir,” I said.
“Where you’re really from!” he shouted back.
“I’m really from Omaha sir,’ I responded tiredly. “And so is my father and his father, and before that we came over from England.” This prompted a string of racial epithets I’d rather not repeat. The rest of the day went like this, and after a while I defaulted to flatly repeating “I'm sorry that our services did not meet your quality and reliability expectations.”
My faith in humanity dimmed with each passing call. I decided to slip out at 4:00. I figured no one would notice. I figured right.
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2024.05.28 00:36 XXX-NAUT [FANFICTION] “It’s the Man that Makes the Dress” (Rikishi x Vito)
Rikishi was in his locker room watching the matches that took place after his was finished. He was sitting in his couch, invested until he heard a knock on his door.
“Come in!” he said. Through the door came Vito, dressed in a long white dress with black boots and black wristbands. He also wore black knee pads and a white thong but those were hidden under his dress. He also brought a black gift box with a red bow.
“Hey Rikishi, how’s it going?” Vito asked friendly.
“Oh hey! You’re Vito! I was watching your match earlier. You did great. Sit down,” Rikishi said as he made room on the couch. Vito walked over and sat next to Rikishi.
“Thanks, I appreciate it. So glad I caught you at a good time. I wanted to ask you something,” Vito said.
“What is it?” Rikishi asked.
“Well, I heard about your club and…I was thinking about joining…”
“Oh really? I assume you know what you have to do to join…” Rikishi said slyly.
“Well yeah but I’m straight, you know,” Vito replied. Rikishi looked at him confused.
“Oh, don’t let the dress fool you. I love the ladies, you know. It’s just that…there’s something special about your ass…” Vito explained.
“I…seem to have that effect on a lot of people…” Rikishi replied.
“Which is why I brought this,” Vito said as he handed the gift box to Rikishi. Rikishi opened it and stared confusedly at the contents. He pulled out what was a brown medium length wig and after that, a large, long black dress.
“What is this for?” Rikishi asked.
“Well…I thought that…If I was going to do…you know…I felt like…you wearing this will help me…get used to you. You know what I’m saying?” Vito explained.
“You want me to dress up like a woman so that you can kiss my ass!?” Rikishi asked.
“Well when you put it that way…”
Rikishi stood up in frustration but Vito stopped him.
“Hey, it’s not like you haven’t dressed like a woman before,” Vito said.
“Yeah but that time, I did it…for Stephanie…” Rikishi explained.
“Come on, it’s just a dress and wig. It’s not like I’m making you put on makeup and heels. Please, I want to join this club,” Vito pleaded.
Rikishi sighed before answering.
“Alright I’ll do it. You want anything else?” Rikishi asked.
“Thank you! Now that you mention it, I’d like a lap dance if you please,” Vito suggested.
“Sit on the couch. Close your eyes. I’m going to get ready…” Rikishi teased.
Vito did what was told and waited. He was there for a few minutes until he heard music playing. It was one of Rikishi’s theme songs, ‘You Look Fly Today”. Vito opened his eyes and saw Rikishi standing in front of him wearing the tight black dress, brown wig and black boots. A boombox was on the floor playing his theme song.
Rikishi began to dance, grind and twerk sensually. Vito is left mesmerized. Rikishi then sat in Vito’s lap, grinding against him. He turned around and started grinding his ass against Vito’s crotch. Once he felt Vito’s cock getting stiff, he stood up and hiked up his dress to reveal his black thong-clad ass. Rikishi plays with his thong, teasing Vito, wedging and lowering his thong with Vito catching glimpses of his crack.
He eventually puts his legs together, bends over and pulls his thong down to his ankles, revealing his bare beautiful ass. He turns to pick up his thong and flings it at Vito’s face. Vito catches it and gets a good whiff. Rikishi is now standing there, hands on his hips. He is getting excited, thick cock twitching slightly and bulging from his dress. He smiles down at Vito and is ready to give him more.
He lifts his leg and puts one foot on the top of the couch, next to Vito’s head. He gives Vito the chance to put his face against Rikishi’s thigh. Vito feels up his thigh with his face and hands, giving it some kisses. The kisses arouse Rikishi, his cock gets harder and is inches from Vito’s face. Rikishi lets him do the same for his other thigh. This makes Vito harder as well, cock bulging through his white dress. Rikishi rewards this by turning back around and bending over, pulling his black dress up and spreading his cheeks.
Vito's face is an inch away from Rikishi’s brown winking asshole. Vito uses his hands to feel up Rikishi’s warm, thick cheeks. He grips them tightly to brace himself and keep them spread. Then, he finally buries his face into Rikishi’s ass, reveling in it. The taste, the musk. It's as sweet as Vito imagined. Rikishi puts his hands on his knees when he feels Vito’s tongue touch his asshole. Ever the tease, Rikishi gyrates, twerking his ass in a circular motion. Vito’s face is so buried into Rikishi’s ass, his head moves in tandem with the ass. Vito eventually ends up with his nose on Rikishi’s crack, tongue in his asshole, and chin pressing against his ballsack. After a few minutes of ass-eating, Rikishi pulls away, leaving a saliva trail from Vito’s lips to his ass.
Vito is so hard and eager to take his thong off but Rikishi stops him. Rikishi then strokes his semi-erect cock, precum leaking out the tip.
“If you want your cock in my ass, then I need to put my cock in your mouth first,” Rikishi said seductively.
Vito stared at Rikishi’s thick cock and back at him, nodding in agreement. Rikishi then grabs Vito’s head and presses Vito’s face against his stomach. Vito kisses Rikishi’s stomach as he moves Vito’s head lower and lower. Rikishi pulls his black dress over Vito’s head. Vito’s lips end up at the base of Rikishi’s cock. He licks the base up to the leaking tip and engulfs his mouth onto Rikishi’s cock.
Rikishi holds Vito’s head in place as he thrusts his cock in and out of Vito’s mouth. Vito has some trouble getting used to the taste of Rikishi’s cock but he just pretends that it’s not attached to a man right now so he just vigorously sucks. Rikishi didn’t expect to reach his climax so soon and he accidentally shoots a load of cum down Vito’s thoat. Vito is surprised as he, by reflex, swallows his salty semen. Vito pulls his mouth off Rikishi’s cock to speak, leaving a trail of cum from his mouth.
“Hey! What the fuck was that about!?” Vito complained.
“Oh shit. Sorry about that,” Rikishi replied. Vito stood up and wiped the cum off his mouth before speaking again.
“Just for that, you're getting put in the Dress Code!” Vito declared as he put Rikishi on his knees and lifted his white dress to show his white thong-clad erection. Vito then pulled off his white thong and tossed it aside. He began to flap his dress, giving Rikishi brief glimpses of his erect cock. It was then that Rikishi realized that the Dress Code (also known the Code of Silence) was Vito’s signature move, one that he used to humiliate several men and make them submit. Before Rikishi could react, Vito had pulled his dress over Rikishi’s head and held Rikishi’s arms to his back to restrain him. Vito’s cock and balls were now being smeared all over Rikishi’s face, leaving some precum around it. Vito’s cock kept poking Rikishi’s cheeks so Rikishi kept moving his head to avoid catching Vito’s cock with his mouth.
Eventually, Vito’s tip found Rikishi’s lips and he was able to slide his cock into Rikishi’s mouth, surprising him. Rikishi was now trapped in the Dress Code with Vito thrusting his cock in his mouth. Seeing no way to break free, Rikishi begins to suck him off in the hopes that it will give him an opening to escape. Vito is surprised at how good Rikishi is at this. Rikishi is on his knees giving him an amazing blowjob and he couldn’t help but put his hands on Rikishi’s head, releasing Rikishi’s arms. Rikishi sucks him off and uses this opportunity to pull his mouth off Vito’s cock, leaving him fully erect and lubricated.
Rikishi crawls away on all fours and wipes off the precum off his face. However, Rikishi had his ass raised up presenting himself to Vito. Vito finally sees the chance to take what you have dreamed, takes off his white dress, and crawls on all fours towards Rikishi. One behind him, Vito lifts up Rikishi’s black dress to see his beautiful ass again. He places one hand on the ass and uses the other to adjust his cock. He slowly inserts it till he is balls deep into his ass. Rikishi gasped, almost forgetting that this was part of the deal. Vito thrusts in and out, building up a rhythm. Once settled, he picks up his pace, resting his hands on Rikishi’s hips.
Vito was now truly fucking Rikishi. His ass is tight, squeezing Vito’s cock. It feels warm, it feels great. Both men get into it, thighs and balls smacking against each other. Vito bends over, resting his chest against Rikishi’s strong back. Vito holds onto Rikishi’s chest and stomach as he feels his climax building up. After a few strong thrusts, Vito finally cums in Rikishi’s ass. He reaches around and starts stroking Rikishi’s cock, making him cum as well. Vito and Rikishi let out some satisfying moans and both fall to the side to bask in the afterglow.
A few minutes pass and Vito and Rikishi are getting dressed again. Rikishi takes off his brown wig but keeps the black dress on. Instead, he gives Vito his black thong.
“Welcome to the club Vito. Here’s something to remember me by,” Rikishi said.
“Thanks for helping me get used to you. I’m looking forward to putting you in the Dress Code again,” Vito joked.
“Maybe you’ll be the one in the Dress Code next time,” Rikishi laughed as he flapped his black dress to show his cock and balls. Rikishi also turned around to lift the back of his dress and slap his bare ass cheeks a few times. Vito laughed as he walked out. He took a whiff of Rikishi’s thong, fantasizing about the next time they meet.
THE END
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“Come in!” he said. Through the door came Vito, dressed in a long white dress with black boots and black wristbands. He also wore black knee pads and a white thong but those were hidden under his dress. He also brought a black gift box with a red bow.
“Hey Rikishi, how’s it going?” Vito asked friendly.
“Oh hey! You’re Vito! I was watching your match earlier. You did great. Sit down,” Rikishi said as he made room on the couch. Vito walked over and sat next to Rikishi.
“Thanks, I appreciate it. So glad I caught you at a good time. I wanted to ask you something,” Vito said.
“What is it?” Rikishi asked.
“Well, I heard about your club and…I was thinking about joining…”
“Oh really? I assume you know what you have to do to join…” Rikishi said slyly.
“Well yeah but I’m straight, you know,” Vito replied. Rikishi looked at him confused.
“Oh, don’t let the dress fool you. I love the ladies, you know. It’s just that…there’s something special about your ass…” Vito explained.
“I…seem to have that effect on a lot of people…” Rikishi replied.
“Which is why I brought this,” Vito said as he handed the gift box to Rikishi. Rikishi opened it and stared confusedly at the contents. He pulled out what was a brown medium length wig and after that, a large, long black dress.
“What is this for?” Rikishi asked.
“Well…I thought that…If I was going to do…you know…I felt like…you wearing this will help me…get used to you. You know what I’m saying?” Vito explained.
“You want me to dress up like a woman so that you can kiss my ass!?” Rikishi asked.
“Well when you put it that way…”
Rikishi stood up in frustration but Vito stopped him.
“Hey, it’s not like you haven’t dressed like a woman before,” Vito said.
“Yeah but that time, I did it…for Stephanie…” Rikishi explained.
“Come on, it’s just a dress and wig. It’s not like I’m making you put on makeup and heels. Please, I want to join this club,” Vito pleaded.
Rikishi sighed before answering.
“Alright I’ll do it. You want anything else?” Rikishi asked.
“Thank you! Now that you mention it, I’d like a lap dance if you please,” Vito suggested.
“Sit on the couch. Close your eyes. I’m going to get ready…” Rikishi teased.
Vito did what was told and waited. He was there for a few minutes until he heard music playing. It was one of Rikishi’s theme songs, ‘You Look Fly Today”. Vito opened his eyes and saw Rikishi standing in front of him wearing the tight black dress, brown wig and black boots. A boombox was on the floor playing his theme song.
Rikishi began to dance, grind and twerk sensually. Vito is left mesmerized. Rikishi then sat in Vito’s lap, grinding against him. He turned around and started grinding his ass against Vito’s crotch. Once he felt Vito’s cock getting stiff, he stood up and hiked up his dress to reveal his black thong-clad ass. Rikishi plays with his thong, teasing Vito, wedging and lowering his thong with Vito catching glimpses of his crack.
He eventually puts his legs together, bends over and pulls his thong down to his ankles, revealing his bare beautiful ass. He turns to pick up his thong and flings it at Vito’s face. Vito catches it and gets a good whiff. Rikishi is now standing there, hands on his hips. He is getting excited, thick cock twitching slightly and bulging from his dress. He smiles down at Vito and is ready to give him more.
He lifts his leg and puts one foot on the top of the couch, next to Vito’s head. He gives Vito the chance to put his face against Rikishi’s thigh. Vito feels up his thigh with his face and hands, giving it some kisses. The kisses arouse Rikishi, his cock gets harder and is inches from Vito’s face. Rikishi lets him do the same for his other thigh. This makes Vito harder as well, cock bulging through his white dress. Rikishi rewards this by turning back around and bending over, pulling his black dress up and spreading his cheeks.
Vito's face is an inch away from Rikishi’s brown winking asshole. Vito uses his hands to feel up Rikishi’s warm, thick cheeks. He grips them tightly to brace himself and keep them spread. Then, he finally buries his face into Rikishi’s ass, reveling in it. The taste, the musk. It's as sweet as Vito imagined. Rikishi puts his hands on his knees when he feels Vito’s tongue touch his asshole. Ever the tease, Rikishi gyrates, twerking his ass in a circular motion. Vito’s face is so buried into Rikishi’s ass, his head moves in tandem with the ass. Vito eventually ends up with his nose on Rikishi’s crack, tongue in his asshole, and chin pressing against his ballsack. After a few minutes of ass-eating, Rikishi pulls away, leaving a saliva trail from Vito’s lips to his ass.
Vito is so hard and eager to take his thong off but Rikishi stops him. Rikishi then strokes his semi-erect cock, precum leaking out the tip.
“If you want your cock in my ass, then I need to put my cock in your mouth first,” Rikishi said seductively.
Vito stared at Rikishi’s thick cock and back at him, nodding in agreement. Rikishi then grabs Vito’s head and presses Vito’s face against his stomach. Vito kisses Rikishi’s stomach as he moves Vito’s head lower and lower. Rikishi pulls his black dress over Vito’s head. Vito’s lips end up at the base of Rikishi’s cock. He licks the base up to the leaking tip and engulfs his mouth onto Rikishi’s cock.
Rikishi holds Vito’s head in place as he thrusts his cock in and out of Vito’s mouth. Vito has some trouble getting used to the taste of Rikishi’s cock but he just pretends that it’s not attached to a man right now so he just vigorously sucks. Rikishi didn’t expect to reach his climax so soon and he accidentally shoots a load of cum down Vito’s thoat. Vito is surprised as he, by reflex, swallows his salty semen. Vito pulls his mouth off Rikishi’s cock to speak, leaving a trail of cum from his mouth.
“Hey! What the fuck was that about!?” Vito complained.
“Oh shit. Sorry about that,” Rikishi replied. Vito stood up and wiped the cum off his mouth before speaking again.
“Just for that, you're getting put in the Dress Code!” Vito declared as he put Rikishi on his knees and lifted his white dress to show his white thong-clad erection. Vito then pulled off his white thong and tossed it aside. He began to flap his dress, giving Rikishi brief glimpses of his erect cock. It was then that Rikishi realized that the Dress Code (also known the Code of Silence) was Vito’s signature move, one that he used to humiliate several men and make them submit. Before Rikishi could react, Vito had pulled his dress over Rikishi’s head and held Rikishi’s arms to his back to restrain him. Vito’s cock and balls were now being smeared all over Rikishi’s face, leaving some precum around it. Vito’s cock kept poking Rikishi’s cheeks so Rikishi kept moving his head to avoid catching Vito’s cock with his mouth.
Eventually, Vito’s tip found Rikishi’s lips and he was able to slide his cock into Rikishi’s mouth, surprising him. Rikishi was now trapped in the Dress Code with Vito thrusting his cock in his mouth. Seeing no way to break free, Rikishi begins to suck him off in the hopes that it will give him an opening to escape. Vito is surprised at how good Rikishi is at this. Rikishi is on his knees giving him an amazing blowjob and he couldn’t help but put his hands on Rikishi’s head, releasing Rikishi’s arms. Rikishi sucks him off and uses this opportunity to pull his mouth off Vito’s cock, leaving him fully erect and lubricated.
Rikishi crawls away on all fours and wipes off the precum off his face. However, Rikishi had his ass raised up presenting himself to Vito. Vito finally sees the chance to take what you have dreamed, takes off his white dress, and crawls on all fours towards Rikishi. One behind him, Vito lifts up Rikishi’s black dress to see his beautiful ass again. He places one hand on the ass and uses the other to adjust his cock. He slowly inserts it till he is balls deep into his ass. Rikishi gasped, almost forgetting that this was part of the deal. Vito thrusts in and out, building up a rhythm. Once settled, he picks up his pace, resting his hands on Rikishi’s hips.
Vito was now truly fucking Rikishi. His ass is tight, squeezing Vito’s cock. It feels warm, it feels great. Both men get into it, thighs and balls smacking against each other. Vito bends over, resting his chest against Rikishi’s strong back. Vito holds onto Rikishi’s chest and stomach as he feels his climax building up. After a few strong thrusts, Vito finally cums in Rikishi’s ass. He reaches around and starts stroking Rikishi’s cock, making him cum as well. Vito and Rikishi let out some satisfying moans and both fall to the side to bask in the afterglow.
A few minutes pass and Vito and Rikishi are getting dressed again. Rikishi takes off his brown wig but keeps the black dress on. Instead, he gives Vito his black thong.
“Welcome to the club Vito. Here’s something to remember me by,” Rikishi said.
“Thanks for helping me get used to you. I’m looking forward to putting you in the Dress Code again,” Vito joked.
“Maybe you’ll be the one in the Dress Code next time,” Rikishi laughed as he flapped his black dress to show his cock and balls. Rikishi also turned around to lift the back of his dress and slap his bare ass cheeks a few times. Vito laughed as he walked out. He took a whiff of Rikishi’s thong, fantasizing about the next time they meet.
THE END
2024.05.28 00:32 LeinahtanSomar Is this a GFCI?
This outlet in my garage burnt out, and I bought an Eaton GFCI/GF15W Receptacle from Lowe’s to replace it. YouTube tutorials were simple to follow, so I figured I’d give it a shot and replace it myself. When I unscrewed the outlet, I notice the wiring was completely different from what I saw online. What should this be replaced by? Am I better off contacting a local electrician?
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2024.05.28 00:28 HayleywithouttheH Did someone try to rob my house
I moved into my house last summer with my boyfriend. We recently went on a week long holiday, which is the longest time that the house has lain empty. We got back just under 48 hours ago.
We left at 3am. I set up random timers on the lights, tilted the blinds, and strategically left some mess around so that the house looked lived in if you peered through the gaps in the blinds. My boyfriend, however, ordered a taxi straight to our exact address instead of around the corner, and happily told the taxi driver that the we would be away on holiday for a whole week while he was loading the car 🙃 to try and offset this, I was careful to shout goodbye as I locked the door and talked to the taxi driver about how we lived with my parents (a lie) just in case.
The next day, my mum passed by to check on the house. The back gate was open, when I know for certain it was shut before. It has a latch that you can open from the outside, if you're able to reach over and also two bolts (which we stupidly didn't use because we're lazy).
I thought nothing of it, and thought that perhaps it had been windy. But then when we got home, I noticed stuff at the front door had moved. I had a display of my birthday cards sitting on a cabinet, just to the side of the letterbox. The cards on the right hand side had fallen down. I thought perhaps I'd knocked it down at some point but I didn't remember doing so.
But tonight I noticed that one of our garden trough planters might have moved. It was initially flush against the house and now it's at an angle. I could be imagining this, but the lopsidedness is already irritating me. The planter is located right underneath the back window, which has bolts fitted inside.
As a quick aside, we have two carbon monoxide detectors and both are working. My boyfriend is skeptical but I just can't shake that three things are "off". Does this sound like someone tried to rob or case my house?
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We left at 3am. I set up random timers on the lights, tilted the blinds, and strategically left some mess around so that the house looked lived in if you peered through the gaps in the blinds. My boyfriend, however, ordered a taxi straight to our exact address instead of around the corner, and happily told the taxi driver that the we would be away on holiday for a whole week while he was loading the car 🙃 to try and offset this, I was careful to shout goodbye as I locked the door and talked to the taxi driver about how we lived with my parents (a lie) just in case.
The next day, my mum passed by to check on the house. The back gate was open, when I know for certain it was shut before. It has a latch that you can open from the outside, if you're able to reach over and also two bolts (which we stupidly didn't use because we're lazy).
I thought nothing of it, and thought that perhaps it had been windy. But then when we got home, I noticed stuff at the front door had moved. I had a display of my birthday cards sitting on a cabinet, just to the side of the letterbox. The cards on the right hand side had fallen down. I thought perhaps I'd knocked it down at some point but I didn't remember doing so.
But tonight I noticed that one of our garden trough planters might have moved. It was initially flush against the house and now it's at an angle. I could be imagining this, but the lopsidedness is already irritating me. The planter is located right underneath the back window, which has bolts fitted inside.
As a quick aside, we have two carbon monoxide detectors and both are working. My boyfriend is skeptical but I just can't shake that three things are "off". Does this sound like someone tried to rob or case my house?
2024.05.28 00:24 SuccessfulAd8851 Broken side mirror
 | I hit a trash can this morning and knocked my mirror off :/ the back part is still in one piece though! Is this a easy at home fix? How can I keep the mirror in tact once the back part goes on? Help a girl out plsss!! 😭😭 submitted by SuccessfulAd8851 to mazda [link] [comments] |
2024.05.28 00:22 wesleyhowzr IMPRESSION SCENTS
Has anyone ever tried PRADA Black impression? I see a website where you can get knock off or fakes. Before I get all the hate comments I completely understand that I am a cheap ass and broke ha. I just was curious if anyone has used some of those websites or recommended any knock off scents or websites.
Thanks in advanced.
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Thanks in advanced.
2024.05.28 00:21 Venus259jaded Get an executable flashfile for Linux using Linux or Termux
Introduction
I have found a way to get an executable flashfile for Linux using Linux or Termux. This means that you do not need Windows at all, which Motorola tried to limit us to.Credit does not go to me for making this whole thing work, that would be Dlenski on GitHub. He was the one who made the script. I am simply just giving a tutorial and spreading the word of his work.
Information about flashfiles
If you're unaware, every stock (Motorola) ROM includes a flashfile.xml which is needed to flash the original software back to what it wasA flashfile.sh (which is the end goal of this process) is an executable flashfile for Linux that automates the process of flashing back the stock ROM.
Now, we can start
Debian Linux
To start off, see if your stock ROM folder has .xml.zip at the end, if so, extract it, if it's just a zip, don't extract it. Now, when it's just a .zip, look into the folder, find the flashfile.xml, copy it, and paste it into the downloads folder. Next, change the name to something simple, and get rid of the .zip at the endWe will now start the commands process
sudo apt install pipx
Pipx ensurepath
Pipx install https://github.com/dlenski/motoflash2sh/archive/master.zip
Change your directory to your Downloads folder cd [Input Download Directory]
Assuming you have the flashfile.xml located in your Downloads folder, you can use `motoflash2sh flashfile.xml' This will now create an executable flashfile for Linux in your Downloads folder
If you want it to be ready to flash, you should edit the flashfile.sh file on the third line of code. On that line of code is where you put the directory to the stock ROM folder
For Termux (Android)
pkg install pythonpkg install git
git clone https://github.com/dlenski/motoflash2sh.git
chmod +x motoflash2sh
Download motoflash2sh.py script from GitHub and it should auto default to Download
cd /storage/emulated/0/Download
Assuming you have a flashfile.xml in your downloads folder, you can try python motoflash2sh.py flashfile.xml This will now create an executable flashfile for Linux in your Downloads folder
**If you want it to be ready to flash, you should edit the flashfile.sh file on the third line of code. On that line of code is where you put the directory to the stock ROM folder.
Any questions? Just ask, I'd be happy to help
That's it!
2024.05.28 00:18 wildh4ggis Old trunk lock removal?
 | I bought this antique trunk for storing clothes in, and during a move I accidentally patched it shut. Half my stuff is trapped inside. I tried picking it using YouTube tutorials, but it’s either too rusty or I’m not skilled enough. submitted by wildh4ggis to fixit [link] [comments] One friend said the only way is to saw it off. I don’t have access to tools, is there somewhere I can go to get it cut off? Should I hire a locksmith? Is there an easier way I can do it at home? I’ve exhausted my google search capabilities. |
2024.05.28 00:18 LoveFromElmo Any tips?
 | In the past couple years I’ve really evolved my makeup routine. I started with just mascara then eyeliner then highlighter and lip gloss and now as of recently I do pretty much a full face. I don’t really watch tutorials or anything I just kinda teach myself so I was wondering if anyone has any tips based off of how my makeup looks? submitted by LoveFromElmo to MakeupAddiction [link] [comments] |
2024.05.28 00:16 TOPSIturvy Theory: Ging has no hatsu? Ging has no nen affinity whatsoever?!
Like the title says, I have a theory that Ging...doesn't have a hatsu.
Not only that, but going even further, he might be a true enigma. I think...Ging doesn't have any one nen affinity at all.
This is going to be a very, very long post. If you don't have all day, move along for your own mental health.
I'm going to break this down into theory, details, character and story connections, and then a smaller theory that branches off from this one. Things like evidence and side-effects of this theory will be scattered throughout.
-Second, this contract goes so deep into being non-committal that when an idea is presented to Ging that would/could change his current life path, he has to flip a coin whenever he is able to do so without violating any condition of this contract. This flip will decide if he does the presented idea, or continues with the path he's already on.
-Third, nobody can know about the contract except Ging. He can't tell them about it, he can't explain why he does the things he does in any way that would elude to it being part of a nen contract. This typically means he does his coin flip in private as well, because otherwise they might notice the pattern and become suspicious.
-Fourth, he can't flip a coin for the same idea twice. This would explain why when he leaves something or someone, he never turns back.
-Fifth, an idea *needs* to be presented to Ging in the form of a statement, not a question. Someone needs to *tell* Ging to make a big life decision.
-Sixth, he only needs to flip for the last idea presented. If he's given 4 orders, but can't coin flip for them without breaking another condition, he only has to flip to determine the outcome of the 4th order.
-Lastly, he does *not* need to achieve his goal before potentially diverting from it. If another path-altering idea comes up, he has to coin flip. If he can do his new goal while continuing his older one, he must do both. If not, his path is decided by the coin toss. If one path ends, he has the option to pursue a previous goal. Maybe any, maybe only the most recent unfinished one. Unsure at this point.
-He's trained his skill at understanding the abilities of others so finely specifically so he can still use Hatsu without being allowed to have his own.
-He uses the claim "I go after what I desire!" as a cover to avoid eluding to any details of either his abilities, or any part of this contract. This is huge, since it's one of the main reasons everyone sees him as a fickle enigma.
-Why he's such a goddamn mess. No, not just because he's neurodivergent(although he clearly is), but Ging purposely presents himself as someone who deserves to be yelled at to get his act together when faced with an idea he truly wants to pursue. This way, the odds of being told to do something he's not allowed to personally commit to increase, which means he can manipulate people into telling him to do what he wants to do anyway, giving him better odds of having to coin flip for it.
-It explains why he seems to have different friends help with basically every big project he undertakes. If he's with a group whose whole goal and experience with him is, say, exploring a set of ruins, or creating Greed Island, or governing the Hunter Association, then the odds are much lower that they'll suggest any big life path changes that will divert him from that goal. They probably wouldn't even know what to suggest!
-Ging being an outright genius, it doesn't at all seem out of the realm of possibility that he's spent a long time honing his ability to outthink his own nen contract to allow himself to abide by it while still living mostly mostly for himself when there's something he genuinely wants.
-We now know why Ging sometimes actually seems very committed towards one thing at a time, such as Greed Island or the Dark Continent, and abandoning all others when a new goal comes up.
-Since Ging isn't allowed to have a deep, committed relationship with any one person...not a partner, not a child, not a good friend...this is another part of why he always formed groups for his projects. That way he isn't giving too much attention to any one of them.
-It even explains why he avoids those closest to him to the point that he makes his disciples "chase him" as part of their training. Because it's a loophole that lets him "train" someone, without having to commit to them strongly enough that it violates his nen contract. You're probably catching on to a point that you'll find in the Story Connections now, right?
-The Phantom Troupe using coin flips to settle arguments. It means that the previous point and this one were actually a minor foreshadowing of Ging's nen contract all along. All writers know stories are built on threes. Ging would be the third, and by far biggest, part of the coin flipping triangle in the HxH story.
-This one ties into the "Ging is both Gon's parents" theory I've heard about. As is known, there are cards on Greed Island that can change your gender or impregnate you. That's odd...but maybe he got Razor to make Card 7: Pregnancy Stones, to implant the idea in Razor's head to bring up that this card meant even Ging could have a kid. *flip* Heads. Ging's having a kid. Well, months later, let's have him also make Card 33: Hormone Cookies, that allows anyone to change their physical sex for 24 hours. This will make giving birth a much easier and less risky. (Plus, maybe your "sex-specific parts" become healed when you change back? If so, Ging could give birth and then be perfectly fine when changing back into a man.) Using the Hormone Cookies here is still just him fulfilling his goal of being a mom, so Ging's gonna change sex for 24 hours when the time comes to have Gon now.
*Alternatively, and actually more likely*, maybe he flipped tails on Card 7. So he thought of Card 33 later on to get Razor to ask "First Card 7, now Card 33...Ging, I get the feeling you *do* want to be a parent." *Flip* Heads. Ging takes a Hormone Cookie. Ging...uhh..."does the nasty", *does not* get gregnant, but then, following his new "Be a mom" goal, proceeds to use the Pregnancy Stores, and just takes Hormone Cookies to change back into a woman again when it's time to have Gon. Not the exact same question, just mostly the same outcome. Loophole.
-When Gon asks Ging to talk later when they first meet, he pauses. Then his answer is very non-committal, but very much implies a no. "I'm a busy guy, ya know?" He didn't want to say yes because of his contract. He can't make a big decision like suddenly having a role in his son's life without flipping a coin. So why didn't he say he'd get back to Gon on it, or anything other version of a flat "Maybe"? Because...
-Ging wanted the crowd to present the idea of having a chat with Gon *to* him so that he could consider it. When Gon brought up the idea, he phrased it as a question. "Can we talk more later?" So Ging had to think of a response to get the crowd riled up and tell him to do it in a way that worked with his contract. I mean, from how Ging spoke to Gon, he seemed open to talking more. It feels odd he would suddenly back away without a real reason. But! The crowd telling him to do this only counts as 1 order until he flips a coin on it. So Ging had a backup plan. Why? Well, let's rewind, shall we?
-This one is more of trying to explain a roadblock. Leorio told Ging to go visit Gon. Ging avoided explicitly answering the question, again giving wording that is non-committal on paper, but when mixed with the way it was phrased would imply a no. "He has friends and that's enough." He then allowed Leorio to knock him out because of political stuff, and so when he woke up he could do his coin flip since by then everyone will have left without telling him to do anything else, and without him having to go anywhere else first. *Flip* Tails. Sorry, Gon.
-This is why Ging, who was largely a pain in the ass to find, even throughout this arc, was just sat in the auditorium in plain view during the final vote.had a backup plan the next time around. He was there in case Gon ended up being healed and coming to see him.
-But! It's also why Ging had a backup plan. He needed someone to stay after the final election was over. Someone he knew would be upset if he broke his promise to Gon. Someone that would be likely to re-present him with the idea of meeting with his son, in a way that would still make it be an original enough idea that he would have to flip a coin again. That way the odds would be more in favor of the coin telling him to do it. Someone good at seeing all sides and forming potential compromises. But also someone he could flip a coin in front of without them knowing, and wouldn't try to physically force him him not to leave.
-Somehow, the crowd was able to be convinced this person would make sure Ging stayed in the auditorium and wait for Gon, and they all left. Then Ging did his coin flip, and...Tails...But this is why we make backup plans. So...who was there when Gon went back to meet Ging and saw the card saying Ging was at the World Tree? Beans. One of the most trustworthy, loyal, duty-bound, and therefore predictable, members of the Hunter Association, and also a skilled mediator, but seemingly not overly capable at, or disposed to, fighting. He would be perfect for the job. Beans outright states that he tried to keep Ging from leaving. This means that Ging turning Gon meeting him into another one of his little chases was likely Beans' idea, and he just didn't think to mention that detail to Gon.
-But now, the moment you've all been waiting for, this theory even explains why Ging left Gon with Mito. Mito told Ging that he wasn't fit to be a father and to leave Gon with her. *Flip* Heads. Ging lets Mito go about taking custody of Gon. Ging is now off on his own again.
-Now. I know what you might be thinking. "Ging had Gon until he was 2!" Yes, however...while he was with Gon, he was also working on finishing up Greed Island. So while he would Dad around now and then, he likely still spent most of his time running around helping with all sorts of different parts of creating the game. And then, when it was finally all finished, he took Gon and left. This also served the purpose of avoiding being told to "Go take care of your son." by any of the group. Because he was taking care of him! He couldn't leave Greed Island before it was done without being told to leave.
-Plus, if he did leave, left Gon with someone, went back to Greed Island, and was told "Go take care of Gon!" he would've had to leave to be with Gon again. I said this theory explains why Ging left, but that still doesn't mean Ging wanted to/could have been around. If someone told Ging "Go explore the Dark Continent!" when Ging was bringing Gon around with him as part of his "Being a parent" goal, Ging would've had to bring Gon, since both goals were possible simultaneously. As a result, Gon would've died during the expedition.
-It would also explain why he set up so many steps for Gon to follow that would help him become stronger. Heck, he even does most of these things *before* Gon is born. Maybe that's a loophole too, that even though he put so much work into giving Gon a roadmap to success, he did it *before* there was a Gon, and as part of his other goals. So it didn't technically violate his contract.
-Lastly, Ging opted to leave the "I don't want to see you" message for Gon, that he could only open under certain circumstances, would tell him what information is coming next to make committing to its knowledge up to Gon, and afterwards would destroy itself. Ging purposely made this tape as non-committal as possible, specifically so that he could leave his son a message without it being a life-altering decision he would need someone to tell him to do in order to even possibly be able to. The leaving of the message didn't affect Ging at all unless Gon put a great amount of effort in to *make* it affect him. So his contract didn't forbid it.
Connected Theory:
-Continuing with the Phantom Troupe point from earlier, this theory could also present the idea that Ging might've been a part of the original Phantom Troupe. Amd what's more, he might've served as a sort of advisor to Chrollo.
-The Troupe follows a doctrine that the whole Spider is more important than even the leader. That all of them are replaceable, to the point that if you kill a member of the Spiders, they are actually supposed to try and recruit you to replace that member! This could be more of Ging pulling strings to get the Troupe to live by a code that kept Ging sticking to his conditions without seeming out of place.
-The Troupe met Gon and very quickly had the idea of introducing him to Chrollo, thinking he would be a good fit for the group. Gon says himself that he and Ging share a lot of personality traits, so this adds to the idea that they would likely have the same thoughts on Ging.
-Plus, if Ging were the one who suggested the Coin Flip rule, then it would mean he could simply say "Flip a coin to decide?" in the rare case he was with another Troupe member, and some big idea was brought up, without needing to
A. Risk breaking his contract by arguing the point out loud,
B. needing to do this coin flip in private when the highly perceptive Troupe might be around and get suspicious of it, or
C. Needing to wait and only being able to decide the outcome of the last given idea after the Troupe splits up again. He wasn't the leader, so having to ignore or avoid committing to every order the leader gives you in a group like the Troupe is a good way to make powerful enemies.
-Also...notice how Gon is 12 years old at the start of the series, and the Phantom Troupe was formed as much as 12 years before that? Gon was with Ging until he was 2, but maybe the Troupe formed shortly after Ging left.
-Following this, Kurapika joining the Dark Continent Expedition may eventually lead to a reveal that Ging was part of the Troupe when they took down the Kurta Clan, and Kurapika would then have to decide whether to try to fight Ging, her friend's father(without Chain Jail, as Ging is no longer a member of the Phantom Troupe); or finally start to psychologically move past his life-long drive for revenge.
You made it to the end! I'd put a tl;dr somewhere in here, but honestly that would probably just end up being multiple paragraphs long too. Whoever is still here, feel free to give your thoughts below. Anything ranging from total agreement, to a list of receipts that prove that I'm actually an idiot.
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Not only that, but going even further, he might be a true enigma. I think...Ging doesn't have any one nen affinity at all.
This is going to be a very, very long post. If you don't have all day, move along for your own mental health.
I'm going to break this down into theory, details, character and story connections, and then a smaller theory that branches off from this one. Things like evidence and side-effects of this theory will be scattered throughout.
*Theory:*I think Ging keeps nen contracts that force him to be noncommittal to such a degree that it goes beyond what the Hisoka Personality Test claims of Transmuters and Specialists. In fact, Ging has literally no personal Hatsu or Affinity because of this.
*Rewards:*I think it will be revealed that Ging has a universal 70-80% efficiency with all nen types due to a lack of specific affinity, and that the reward is an immense boost in nen. So this contract more than makes up the difference, giving him effectively permanent Emperor Time. He would just use the contract to give himself 100% efficiency, but a raw power boost from a contract with conditions like I'm about to go into would go far beyond that difference, so he likely went that route instead. So this contract simply makes Ging immensely powerful at *everything.*
*Conditions:*-First condition, Ging is to refrain from committing heavily to any person, task, ability, affinity, or anything of that nature. Nen affinity is typically something every user has, but perhaps shifts with time. If Ging gives too much favor to any one thing, such as even having one affinity or hatsu in particular, he will break this contract. So despite Ging's immense power, he isn't able to have any one unique thing he uses it for.
-Second, this contract goes so deep into being non-committal that when an idea is presented to Ging that would/could change his current life path, he has to flip a coin whenever he is able to do so without violating any condition of this contract. This flip will decide if he does the presented idea, or continues with the path he's already on.
-Third, nobody can know about the contract except Ging. He can't tell them about it, he can't explain why he does the things he does in any way that would elude to it being part of a nen contract. This typically means he does his coin flip in private as well, because otherwise they might notice the pattern and become suspicious.
-Fourth, he can't flip a coin for the same idea twice. This would explain why when he leaves something or someone, he never turns back.
-Fifth, an idea *needs* to be presented to Ging in the form of a statement, not a question. Someone needs to *tell* Ging to make a big life decision.
-Sixth, he only needs to flip for the last idea presented. If he's given 4 orders, but can't coin flip for them without breaking another condition, he only has to flip to determine the outcome of the 4th order.
-Lastly, he does *not* need to achieve his goal before potentially diverting from it. If another path-altering idea comes up, he has to coin flip. If he can do his new goal while continuing his older one, he must do both. If not, his path is decided by the coin toss. If one path ends, he has the option to pursue a previous goal. Maybe any, maybe only the most recent unfinished one. Unsure at this point.
*Character Connections. If this theory is true, what it means about Ging is:*-More than likely, he trains all nen types roughly equally both as part of this contract, and to make best use of his neutral efficiency.
-He's trained his skill at understanding the abilities of others so finely specifically so he can still use Hatsu without being allowed to have his own.
-He uses the claim "I go after what I desire!" as a cover to avoid eluding to any details of either his abilities, or any part of this contract. This is huge, since it's one of the main reasons everyone sees him as a fickle enigma.
-Why he's such a goddamn mess. No, not just because he's neurodivergent(although he clearly is), but Ging purposely presents himself as someone who deserves to be yelled at to get his act together when faced with an idea he truly wants to pursue. This way, the odds of being told to do something he's not allowed to personally commit to increase, which means he can manipulate people into telling him to do what he wants to do anyway, giving him better odds of having to coin flip for it.
-It explains why he seems to have different friends help with basically every big project he undertakes. If he's with a group whose whole goal and experience with him is, say, exploring a set of ruins, or creating Greed Island, or governing the Hunter Association, then the odds are much lower that they'll suggest any big life path changes that will divert him from that goal. They probably wouldn't even know what to suggest!
-Ging being an outright genius, it doesn't at all seem out of the realm of possibility that he's spent a long time honing his ability to outthink his own nen contract to allow himself to abide by it while still living mostly mostly for himself when there's something he genuinely wants.
-We now know why Ging sometimes actually seems very committed towards one thing at a time, such as Greed Island or the Dark Continent, and abandoning all others when a new goal comes up.
-Since Ging isn't allowed to have a deep, committed relationship with any one person...not a partner, not a child, not a good friend...this is another part of why he always formed groups for his projects. That way he isn't giving too much attention to any one of them.
-It even explains why he avoids those closest to him to the point that he makes his disciples "chase him" as part of their training. Because it's a loophole that lets him "train" someone, without having to commit to them strongly enough that it violates his nen contract. You're probably catching on to a point that you'll find in the Story Connections now, right?
*Story Connections. With this theory, what it means for the story is:*-A minor plot point dating all the way back to the Zoldyck Arc was actually foreshadowing. What, you ask? Why, coin flipping, of course! Firstly, we have Gotoh(RIP). His whole thing was coin flipping. He only came up a few times, but when he was around it typically had something to do with coins. Okay, cool. But the main one is...
-The Phantom Troupe using coin flips to settle arguments. It means that the previous point and this one were actually a minor foreshadowing of Ging's nen contract all along. All writers know stories are built on threes. Ging would be the third, and by far biggest, part of the coin flipping triangle in the HxH story.
-This one ties into the "Ging is both Gon's parents" theory I've heard about. As is known, there are cards on Greed Island that can change your gender or impregnate you. That's odd...but maybe he got Razor to make Card 7: Pregnancy Stones, to implant the idea in Razor's head to bring up that this card meant even Ging could have a kid. *flip* Heads. Ging's having a kid. Well, months later, let's have him also make Card 33: Hormone Cookies, that allows anyone to change their physical sex for 24 hours. This will make giving birth a much easier and less risky. (Plus, maybe your "sex-specific parts" become healed when you change back? If so, Ging could give birth and then be perfectly fine when changing back into a man.) Using the Hormone Cookies here is still just him fulfilling his goal of being a mom, so Ging's gonna change sex for 24 hours when the time comes to have Gon now.
*Alternatively, and actually more likely*, maybe he flipped tails on Card 7. So he thought of Card 33 later on to get Razor to ask "First Card 7, now Card 33...Ging, I get the feeling you *do* want to be a parent." *Flip* Heads. Ging takes a Hormone Cookie. Ging...uhh..."does the nasty", *does not* get gregnant, but then, following his new "Be a mom" goal, proceeds to use the Pregnancy Stores, and just takes Hormone Cookies to change back into a woman again when it's time to have Gon. Not the exact same question, just mostly the same outcome. Loophole.
-When Gon asks Ging to talk later when they first meet, he pauses. Then his answer is very non-committal, but very much implies a no. "I'm a busy guy, ya know?" He didn't want to say yes because of his contract. He can't make a big decision like suddenly having a role in his son's life without flipping a coin. So why didn't he say he'd get back to Gon on it, or anything other version of a flat "Maybe"? Because...
-Ging wanted the crowd to present the idea of having a chat with Gon *to* him so that he could consider it. When Gon brought up the idea, he phrased it as a question. "Can we talk more later?" So Ging had to think of a response to get the crowd riled up and tell him to do it in a way that worked with his contract. I mean, from how Ging spoke to Gon, he seemed open to talking more. It feels odd he would suddenly back away without a real reason. But! The crowd telling him to do this only counts as 1 order until he flips a coin on it. So Ging had a backup plan. Why? Well, let's rewind, shall we?
-This one is more of trying to explain a roadblock. Leorio told Ging to go visit Gon. Ging avoided explicitly answering the question, again giving wording that is non-committal on paper, but when mixed with the way it was phrased would imply a no. "He has friends and that's enough." He then allowed Leorio to knock him out because of political stuff, and so when he woke up he could do his coin flip since by then everyone will have left without telling him to do anything else, and without him having to go anywhere else first. *Flip* Tails. Sorry, Gon.
-This is why Ging, who was largely a pain in the ass to find, even throughout this arc, was just sat in the auditorium in plain view during the final vote.had a backup plan the next time around. He was there in case Gon ended up being healed and coming to see him.
-But! It's also why Ging had a backup plan. He needed someone to stay after the final election was over. Someone he knew would be upset if he broke his promise to Gon. Someone that would be likely to re-present him with the idea of meeting with his son, in a way that would still make it be an original enough idea that he would have to flip a coin again. That way the odds would be more in favor of the coin telling him to do it. Someone good at seeing all sides and forming potential compromises. But also someone he could flip a coin in front of without them knowing, and wouldn't try to physically force him him not to leave.
-Somehow, the crowd was able to be convinced this person would make sure Ging stayed in the auditorium and wait for Gon, and they all left. Then Ging did his coin flip, and...Tails...But this is why we make backup plans. So...who was there when Gon went back to meet Ging and saw the card saying Ging was at the World Tree? Beans. One of the most trustworthy, loyal, duty-bound, and therefore predictable, members of the Hunter Association, and also a skilled mediator, but seemingly not overly capable at, or disposed to, fighting. He would be perfect for the job. Beans outright states that he tried to keep Ging from leaving. This means that Ging turning Gon meeting him into another one of his little chases was likely Beans' idea, and he just didn't think to mention that detail to Gon.
-But now, the moment you've all been waiting for, this theory even explains why Ging left Gon with Mito. Mito told Ging that he wasn't fit to be a father and to leave Gon with her. *Flip* Heads. Ging lets Mito go about taking custody of Gon. Ging is now off on his own again.
-Now. I know what you might be thinking. "Ging had Gon until he was 2!" Yes, however...while he was with Gon, he was also working on finishing up Greed Island. So while he would Dad around now and then, he likely still spent most of his time running around helping with all sorts of different parts of creating the game. And then, when it was finally all finished, he took Gon and left. This also served the purpose of avoiding being told to "Go take care of your son." by any of the group. Because he was taking care of him! He couldn't leave Greed Island before it was done without being told to leave.
-Plus, if he did leave, left Gon with someone, went back to Greed Island, and was told "Go take care of Gon!" he would've had to leave to be with Gon again. I said this theory explains why Ging left, but that still doesn't mean Ging wanted to/could have been around. If someone told Ging "Go explore the Dark Continent!" when Ging was bringing Gon around with him as part of his "Being a parent" goal, Ging would've had to bring Gon, since both goals were possible simultaneously. As a result, Gon would've died during the expedition.
-It would also explain why he set up so many steps for Gon to follow that would help him become stronger. Heck, he even does most of these things *before* Gon is born. Maybe that's a loophole too, that even though he put so much work into giving Gon a roadmap to success, he did it *before* there was a Gon, and as part of his other goals. So it didn't technically violate his contract.
-Lastly, Ging opted to leave the "I don't want to see you" message for Gon, that he could only open under certain circumstances, would tell him what information is coming next to make committing to its knowledge up to Gon, and afterwards would destroy itself. Ging purposely made this tape as non-committal as possible, specifically so that he could leave his son a message without it being a life-altering decision he would need someone to tell him to do in order to even possibly be able to. The leaving of the message didn't affect Ging at all unless Gon put a great amount of effort in to *make* it affect him. So his contract didn't forbid it.
Connected Theory:
-Continuing with the Phantom Troupe point from earlier, this theory could also present the idea that Ging might've been a part of the original Phantom Troupe. Amd what's more, he might've served as a sort of advisor to Chrollo.
-The Troupe follows a doctrine that the whole Spider is more important than even the leader. That all of them are replaceable, to the point that if you kill a member of the Spiders, they are actually supposed to try and recruit you to replace that member! This could be more of Ging pulling strings to get the Troupe to live by a code that kept Ging sticking to his conditions without seeming out of place.
-The Troupe met Gon and very quickly had the idea of introducing him to Chrollo, thinking he would be a good fit for the group. Gon says himself that he and Ging share a lot of personality traits, so this adds to the idea that they would likely have the same thoughts on Ging.
-Plus, if Ging were the one who suggested the Coin Flip rule, then it would mean he could simply say "Flip a coin to decide?" in the rare case he was with another Troupe member, and some big idea was brought up, without needing to
A. Risk breaking his contract by arguing the point out loud,
B. needing to do this coin flip in private when the highly perceptive Troupe might be around and get suspicious of it, or
C. Needing to wait and only being able to decide the outcome of the last given idea after the Troupe splits up again. He wasn't the leader, so having to ignore or avoid committing to every order the leader gives you in a group like the Troupe is a good way to make powerful enemies.
-Also...notice how Gon is 12 years old at the start of the series, and the Phantom Troupe was formed as much as 12 years before that? Gon was with Ging until he was 2, but maybe the Troupe formed shortly after Ging left.
-Following this, Kurapika joining the Dark Continent Expedition may eventually lead to a reveal that Ging was part of the Troupe when they took down the Kurta Clan, and Kurapika would then have to decide whether to try to fight Ging, her friend's father(without Chain Jail, as Ging is no longer a member of the Phantom Troupe); or finally start to psychologically move past his life-long drive for revenge.
You made it to the end! I'd put a tl;dr somewhere in here, but honestly that would probably just end up being multiple paragraphs long too. Whoever is still here, feel free to give your thoughts below. Anything ranging from total agreement, to a list of receipts that prove that I'm actually an idiot.
2024.05.28 00:12 wesleyhowzr IMPRESSION SCENTS
Has anyone ever tried PRADA Black impression? I see a website where you can get knock off or fakes. Before I get all the hate comments I completely understand that I am a cheap ass and broke ha. I just was curious if anyone has used some of those websites or recommended any knock off scents or websites.
Thanks in advanced.
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Thanks in advanced.
2024.05.28 00:11 AmIaPilotYet 110 hrs Pre-Solo Student - First Flight w/ 3rd CFI
Alright, here we go. I have a new student who logged 110 hours of dual time. He is a retired person who wants to learn to fly for retirement. He logged 110 hours of dual time with two CFIs within the past 3 years. He fired his last CFI due to lack of progress. I am his 3rd CFI. We recently did our first flight and I am a bit puzzled.
First of all, let me start by saying that I really want to help him achieve is dream. I examined his logbook and found that the previous CFI covered all areas of PPL ACS pretty much. So my assumption was that we were going to go fly and he knew and somewhat performed the maneuvers. I can then work with him on areas where he falls short. Also to discover why he hasn't soloed yet.
So, we jump on the plane and get our taxi clearance. I asked him to start taxing. He almost applied full power where we were pretty darn close to hangars so I had to knock his hand from the throttle to stop us from hitting the hangar which was directly ahead. I explained to him how we use throttle during taxi. This is where I am asking myself, how someone who had 110 hours of dual does not know how to taxi. We then started to taxi. The second issue was he did not stop at the hold short line. I had to jump on the brakes to stop. I said why you did not stop, and he said he was going to take off. He had no idea that we need clearance to take off from the tower (this was class d airport). Alright. Most of his training was at a nontowered airport, so I will let this one slide. Then we take off, and he is having trouble keeping Vy. I said why don't you use trim to help yourself out to keep the 78 kt. He looked at me, deer on a headlight moment, and said what is trim. This is where I started to get very nervous. How is this even possible that a student with 90 hours of pre-solo dual has no idea what trim is or what it does? I explained what trim is and why we use it. We then climbed to a safe altitude. I asked him to show me a slow flight to power off the stall. He said he had never done it before and had no idea what to do. Ok. Can you show me a steep turn? The answer is "We never practiced those." Let me remind you that on his logbook, there are entries by his previous CFI showing they practiced these maneuvers multiple times. I said, ok, let's go to a non-towered airport and you can show me a pattern and landing. Prior, he told me that he almost soloed so he thinks he is close. We are getting close to the airport approaching from the east at a 45 degree to left DWind to RW 17. We are getting closer, and closer, and closer, and I ask him, are you going to slow down and turn downwind anytime soon? He says "well you did not tell me to turn so I didn't". At this point, we are too close, so we overfly make a 180, and establish on left downwind for RW17. According to his logbook, he had around 250+ landings at this point so i was expecting that perhaps he is close to landing unassisted. Once we were established on downwind, he did a good pattern and stable approach. As we are coming to land, there is no transition happening. So I help him with the backpressure and we land. We then did 4 more landings, where I told him to apply backpressure yet he is applying zero. Every time I had to pull back on the yoke so we do not hit the ground nose first. After 5th landing, he tells me that he is tired. I said ok lets go back to our home airport and land.
I am planning on going with him with another flight to asses further but I am worried that perhaps he has dementia or something where he cannot clearly remember manuevers that he practiced multiple times with his CFI only two months prior? I thought about contacting his previous CFI to get some insight. Do yall think I should do that? Part of me also want to tell him that perhaps this is not for him and he should stop wasting money but I want to fly one or two more times and asses him further before I can make that call. This is a weird one for sure. Any opinions on how I can help him out is appreciated.
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First of all, let me start by saying that I really want to help him achieve is dream. I examined his logbook and found that the previous CFI covered all areas of PPL ACS pretty much. So my assumption was that we were going to go fly and he knew and somewhat performed the maneuvers. I can then work with him on areas where he falls short. Also to discover why he hasn't soloed yet.
So, we jump on the plane and get our taxi clearance. I asked him to start taxing. He almost applied full power where we were pretty darn close to hangars so I had to knock his hand from the throttle to stop us from hitting the hangar which was directly ahead. I explained to him how we use throttle during taxi. This is where I am asking myself, how someone who had 110 hours of dual does not know how to taxi. We then started to taxi. The second issue was he did not stop at the hold short line. I had to jump on the brakes to stop. I said why you did not stop, and he said he was going to take off. He had no idea that we need clearance to take off from the tower (this was class d airport). Alright. Most of his training was at a nontowered airport, so I will let this one slide. Then we take off, and he is having trouble keeping Vy. I said why don't you use trim to help yourself out to keep the 78 kt. He looked at me, deer on a headlight moment, and said what is trim. This is where I started to get very nervous. How is this even possible that a student with 90 hours of pre-solo dual has no idea what trim is or what it does? I explained what trim is and why we use it. We then climbed to a safe altitude. I asked him to show me a slow flight to power off the stall. He said he had never done it before and had no idea what to do. Ok. Can you show me a steep turn? The answer is "We never practiced those." Let me remind you that on his logbook, there are entries by his previous CFI showing they practiced these maneuvers multiple times. I said, ok, let's go to a non-towered airport and you can show me a pattern and landing. Prior, he told me that he almost soloed so he thinks he is close. We are getting close to the airport approaching from the east at a 45 degree to left DWind to RW 17. We are getting closer, and closer, and closer, and I ask him, are you going to slow down and turn downwind anytime soon? He says "well you did not tell me to turn so I didn't". At this point, we are too close, so we overfly make a 180, and establish on left downwind for RW17. According to his logbook, he had around 250+ landings at this point so i was expecting that perhaps he is close to landing unassisted. Once we were established on downwind, he did a good pattern and stable approach. As we are coming to land, there is no transition happening. So I help him with the backpressure and we land. We then did 4 more landings, where I told him to apply backpressure yet he is applying zero. Every time I had to pull back on the yoke so we do not hit the ground nose first. After 5th landing, he tells me that he is tired. I said ok lets go back to our home airport and land.
I am planning on going with him with another flight to asses further but I am worried that perhaps he has dementia or something where he cannot clearly remember manuevers that he practiced multiple times with his CFI only two months prior? I thought about contacting his previous CFI to get some insight. Do yall think I should do that? Part of me also want to tell him that perhaps this is not for him and he should stop wasting money but I want to fly one or two more times and asses him further before I can make that call. This is a weird one for sure. Any opinions on how I can help him out is appreciated.
2024.05.28 00:08 Valuable-Highway-358 Am I the Jerk for giving an attitude to my mom?
I,16F have an extreme phobia of bees and wasps. This started when I was 9,and we lived in the country with my Nana. My Nana is nice and sweet and adventurous and she's my favorite grandparent. The only issue is,she had little money. So when a wasp/yellow jacket (I can't remember) started building a nest in my window and getting IN my room,I was freaking out. Having an anxiety disorder doesn't help.
It's also worth noting that my brother,sister,AND stepdad all have bee allergies. So I can't ask them for help most of the time. My mom didn't really care,said it wasn't a big deal,and said "if they don't bother you,leave them alone" and didn't deal with it until my stepdad did,throwing the nest out the window and getting a few of us stung in the process. We were all fine,don't worry,but seeing the nastier sides of bees and wasps at a young age and how they buzz around and just have stingers gives me the ick because of their creepy long,lanky build and legs. But now that I'm older,I can at least put up with them as long as they keep their distance.
But I'm still terrified because sometimes,they get in our house. Just the other day,I was looking at the window,and a GIANT wasp snuck inside with a huge stinger. I ran out the room and told my mom I was not going back inside that room until that thing was OUT. She always acts annoyed or frustrated whenever I ask her to deal with it. I would also like to add that I KNOW how to deal with wasps and I'm not incapable of doing it. But it's hard for me to do that when my hand shakes so much. So when I can,I ask my mom or Stepdad to please get rid of it. A few other instances where my fear came back was when honeybees built a nest in our attic,or when I was in the bathroom on the toilet,and a wasp crawled on my toe and I FROZE. I slammed it under the carpet and ran downstairs,screaming to my mom.
Now onto the problem today. I was finishing up schoolwork on a laptop and after that,I played some games and relaxed on my bed until I felt something crawling on my thigh. At first I brushed it off,thinking it was the blanket or one of my stuffed animals brushing up against my thigh. Then when I adjusted myself,I felt a piercing pain go in my thigh all the way down,and I screamed and ran out of my room,slamming the door and freezing. My stepdad just looked at me while my mom didn't and said nothing. I told them there was a wasp in my blankets and none of them seemed to care and said "clean your room then tomorrow,I'll help. We know your room's a shithole and disgusting" When it's really not even. Yeah,it's not the cleanest,a few clothes here or there,but nothing that'll draw rodents or bugs. I once again asked them to deal with it,and my mom said she would after she smokes her cigarette. I'm freaking out and anytime I'm feeling my hair,clothes,or necklace brush against my back,I'm shaking and just waiting for my mom to be done and said to her "I like how I say there's a wasp in my room and no one cares,but if it was the reverse,you'd be screaming." and that got her attention and she told me to knock it off. I also noticed after a bit,I was started to get a rash which is making me think I could've developed a bee allergy as well.
So,AITJ?
Edit: She finally checked my room,and she checked my curtains and bed,and she said there's nothing. But I watched her and she didn't check thoroughly where any wasp could be. I was itching and she seemed to not care,and she said she wants my room picked up. I freaked out and said she knows I have a fear of them,and I asked if my room was really her main concern when I got stung. She said Yes and that she doesn't give a shit. So now,I am stuck dealing with this on my own. And she said if I had an allergy,I'd know because I wouldn't be breathing,and she refuses to get me tested. I told her everyone's allergy is different and she should know this.
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It's also worth noting that my brother,sister,AND stepdad all have bee allergies. So I can't ask them for help most of the time. My mom didn't really care,said it wasn't a big deal,and said "if they don't bother you,leave them alone" and didn't deal with it until my stepdad did,throwing the nest out the window and getting a few of us stung in the process. We were all fine,don't worry,but seeing the nastier sides of bees and wasps at a young age and how they buzz around and just have stingers gives me the ick because of their creepy long,lanky build and legs. But now that I'm older,I can at least put up with them as long as they keep their distance.
But I'm still terrified because sometimes,they get in our house. Just the other day,I was looking at the window,and a GIANT wasp snuck inside with a huge stinger. I ran out the room and told my mom I was not going back inside that room until that thing was OUT. She always acts annoyed or frustrated whenever I ask her to deal with it. I would also like to add that I KNOW how to deal with wasps and I'm not incapable of doing it. But it's hard for me to do that when my hand shakes so much. So when I can,I ask my mom or Stepdad to please get rid of it. A few other instances where my fear came back was when honeybees built a nest in our attic,or when I was in the bathroom on the toilet,and a wasp crawled on my toe and I FROZE. I slammed it under the carpet and ran downstairs,screaming to my mom.
Now onto the problem today. I was finishing up schoolwork on a laptop and after that,I played some games and relaxed on my bed until I felt something crawling on my thigh. At first I brushed it off,thinking it was the blanket or one of my stuffed animals brushing up against my thigh. Then when I adjusted myself,I felt a piercing pain go in my thigh all the way down,and I screamed and ran out of my room,slamming the door and freezing. My stepdad just looked at me while my mom didn't and said nothing. I told them there was a wasp in my blankets and none of them seemed to care and said "clean your room then tomorrow,I'll help. We know your room's a shithole and disgusting" When it's really not even. Yeah,it's not the cleanest,a few clothes here or there,but nothing that'll draw rodents or bugs. I once again asked them to deal with it,and my mom said she would after she smokes her cigarette. I'm freaking out and anytime I'm feeling my hair,clothes,or necklace brush against my back,I'm shaking and just waiting for my mom to be done and said to her "I like how I say there's a wasp in my room and no one cares,but if it was the reverse,you'd be screaming." and that got her attention and she told me to knock it off. I also noticed after a bit,I was started to get a rash which is making me think I could've developed a bee allergy as well.
So,AITJ?
Edit: She finally checked my room,and she checked my curtains and bed,and she said there's nothing. But I watched her and she didn't check thoroughly where any wasp could be. I was itching and she seemed to not care,and she said she wants my room picked up. I freaked out and said she knows I have a fear of them,and I asked if my room was really her main concern when I got stung. She said Yes and that she doesn't give a shit. So now,I am stuck dealing with this on my own. And she said if I had an allergy,I'd know because I wouldn't be breathing,and she refuses to get me tested. I told her everyone's allergy is different and she should know this.
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- Q: My Pi is behaving strangely/crashing/freezing, giving low voltage warnings, ethernet/wifi stops working, USB devices don't behave correctly, what do I do? A: 99.999% of the time it's either a bad SD card or power problems. Use a USB power meter or measure the 5V on the GPIO pins with a multimeter while the Pi is busy (such as playing h265/x265 video) and/or get a new SD card 1 2 3. If the voltage is less than 5V your power supply and/or cabling is not adequate. When your Pi is doing lots of work it will draw more power. Even if your power supply claims to provide sufficient amperage, it may be mislabeled or the cable you're using to connect the power supply to the Pi may have too much resistance. You can use a USB load tester to test your power supply and cable. Some power supplies require negotiation to provide more than 500mA, which the Pi does not do. If you're plugging in USB devices try using a powered USB hub with its own power supply and plug your devices into the hub and plug the hub into the Pi.
- Q: I'm having a hard time finding a place to purchase a Raspberry Pi for an affordable price. Where's the secret place to buy one without paying more than MSRP? A: https://rpilocator.com/
- Q: I just did a fresh install with the latest Raspberry Pi OS and I keep getting errors when trying to ssh in, what could be wrong? A: There are only 4 things that could be the problem:
- The ssh daemon isn't running
- You're trying to ssh to the wrong host
- You're specifying the wrong username
- You're typing in the wrong password
- Q: I'm trying to install packages with pip but I keep getting error: externally-managed-environment A: This is not a problem unique to the Raspberry Pi. The best practice is to use a Python venv, however if you're sure you know what you're doing there are two alternatives documented in this stack overflow answer:
- --break-system-packages
- sudo rm a specific file as detailed in the stack overflow answer
- Q: The only way to troubleshoot my problem is using a multimeter but I don't have one. What can I do? A: Get a basic multimeter, they are not expensive.
- Q: My Pi won't boot, how do I fix it? A: Step by step guide for boot problems
- Q: I want to watch Netflix/Hulu/Amazon/Vudu/Disney+ on a Pi but the tutorial I followed didn't work, does someone have a working tutorial? A: Use a Fire Stick/AppleTV/Roku. Pi tutorials used tricks that no longer work or are fake click bait.
- Q: What model of Raspberry Pi do I need so I can watch YouTube in a browser? A: No model of Raspberry Pi is capable of watching YouTube smoothly through a web browser, you need to use VLC.
- Q: I want to know how to do a thing, not have a blog/tutorial/video/teachebook explain how to do a thing. Can someone explain to me how to do that thing? A: Uh... What?
- Q: Is it possible to use a single Raspberry Pi to do multiple things? Can a Raspberry Pi run Pi-hole and something else at the same time? A: YES. Pi-hole uses almost no resources. You can run Pi-hole at the same time on a Pi running Minecraft which is one of the biggest resource hogs. The Pi is capable of multitasking and can run more than one program and service at the same time. (Also known as "workload consolidation" by Intel people.) You're not going to damage your Pi by running too many things at once, so try running all your programs before worrying about needing more processing power or multiple Pis.
- Q: Why is transferring things to from disks/SSDs/LAN/internet so slow? A: If you have a Pi 4 or 5 with SSD, please check this post on the Pi forums. Otherwise it's a networking problem and/or disk & filesystem problem, please go to HomeNetworking or LinuxQuestions.
- Q: I only have one outlet and I need to plug in several devices, what do I do? A: They make things called power strips aka multi-tap extensions.
- Q: The red and green LEDs are on/off/blinking or the screen is just black or blank or saying no signal, what do I do? A: Start here
- Q: I'm trying to run x86 software on my Raspberry Pi but it doesn't work, how do I fix it? A: Get an x86 computer. A Raspberry Pi is ARM based, not x86.
- Q: How can I run a script at boot/cron or why isn't the script I'm trying to run at boot/cron working? A: Try one of these numerous solutions
- Q: Can I use this screen that came from ____ ? A: No
- Q: I run my Pi headless and there's a problem with my Pi and the best way to diagnose it or fix it is to plug in a monitor & keyboard, what do I do? A: Plug in a monitor & keyboard.
- Q: My Pi seems to be causing interference preventing the WiFi/Bluetooth from working A. Using USB 3 cables that are not properly shielded can cause interference and the Pi 4 can also cause interference when HDMI is used at high resolutions.
- Q: I'm trying to use the built-in composite video output that is available on the Pi 2/3/4 headphone jack, do I need a special cable? A. Make sure your cable is wired correctly and you are using the correct RCA plug. Composite video cables for mp3 players will not work, the common ground goes to the wrong pin. Camcorder cables will often work, but red and yellow will be swapped on the Raspberry Pi.
- Q: I'm running my Pi with no monitor connected, how can I use VNC? A: First, do you really need a remote GUI? Try using ssh instead. If you're sure you want to access the GUI remotely then ssh in, type vncserver -depth 24 -geometry 1920x1080 and see what port it prints such as :1, :2, etc. Now connect your client to that.
- Q: I want to do something that has been well documented and there are numerous tutorials showing how to do it on Linux. How can I do it on a Raspberry Pi? A: A Raspberry Pi is a full computer running Linux and doesn't use special stripped down embedded microcontroller versions of standard Linux software. Follow one of the tutorials for doing it on Linux. Also see question #1.
- Q: I want to do something that has been well documented and there are numerous tutorials showing how to do it with an Arduino. How can I do it on a Raspberry Pi Pico? A: Follow one of the tutorials for doing it on Arduino, a Pico can be used with the Arduino IDE.
- Q: I'm trying to do something with Bluetooth and it's not working, how do I fix it? A: It's well established that Bluetooth and Linux don't get along, this problem is not unique to the Raspberry Pi.
- /AskElectronics
- /AskProgramming
- /HomeNetworking
- /LearnPython
- /LinuxQuestions
- /RetroPie
- The Official Raspberry Pi Forums
2024.05.28 00:08 speedoflife1 What to do with unripe lemons?
I am a terrible gardener and I finally got a lemon tree to bear fruit! It takes a really long time for the lemons to turn yellow and big, and a big gust of wind knocked my tree over and two of my half and unripe lemons fell off :( any suggestions on what to do with them? Maybe I would candy them?
submitted by speedoflife1 to Cooking [link] [comments]
2024.05.28 00:07 JohnTheCatMan1 📢$192 raised of matching $500 fundraiser! 📢
 | This fundraiser is to help pay off vet bills for cats that have been saved (some pictured above)... submitted by JohnTheCatMan1 to rescuecats [link] [comments] We pull from the euth list, save cats in extreme cases, help with hoarding situations, TNR, etc! We have a HUGE impact locally (and we help other rescues nationwide), so our vet bill is extremely important. The more it increases, the less we will be able to help. So we are trying to get it knocked down as much as possible! One of our donors has offered to match up to $500 in donations to pay off our vet bill, which is incredible! We are extremely grateful for all of the support we've had from you all and we can't even explain how much we appreciate all of you! If you can help.. even a little bit, please do! We are hoping to make another payment ASAP! PayPal: https://www.paypal.me/johnvanspronsen Venmo: https://venmo.comJohnVanSpronsen CashApp: https://cash.app/$JohnVanSpronsen Amazon Wishlist: https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/255VR8UMJ4INH/?ref_=lol_ov_le |
2024.05.28 00:03 j_ammanif_old Which gen's OU was the strongest?
Hear me out. Power creep is crazy and obviously the most recent gen are wayyy stronger than old ones. But if we look at the last three generations and compare the legal mons I actually am not so sure gen 9 would win. Hell, in gen 7 ash-gren, magearna, megas were legal (diance, alakazam, zard Y, lopunny, mawile just to name a few) AND z-moves were legal. In gen 8 and gen 7 the tapus and ultra beasts were legal, and in gen 8 there were melmetal and urshifu. Get 8 had unnerfed grassy glide. Also, gen 7 and gen 8 had bigger movepools (toxic, defog, scald and knock off), and gen 8 had teleport. So, which do you think was the strongest gen? I think it's gen 7 tbh, ultrabeasts, tapus, magearna, ash green, Z-moves and megas are crazy. For me it's also the most fun to be fair lol
submitted by j_ammanif_old to stunfisk [link] [comments]
2024.05.28 00:02 not-so-swedish-chef How do I know if ive season properly?
 | I've bought these chef inox blue steel pans for my cafe ive followed all the tutorials I can find 1 - add minimal oil (i used vegetable oil) and wipe off as much as possible 2 - bring to the heat slowly 3- when oil starts to smoke turn up for 5 minutes 4 - let cool down then coat with oil again This is the second time I've done these steps to this pan because eggs were still sticking when I tested it out! Am I missing something? submitted by not-so-swedish-chef to carbonsteel [link] [comments] |
2024.05.27 23:54 AlvaaarScripts [F4A] Moth Girl Comforts You (kinda) [Moth Speaker X Human Listener] [4th Wall Break?] [Comfort] [Sleep Aid] [Monster Girl] [Lap Cuddles] [Strangers To Friend]
Summary; you’ve been having trouble sleeping- so a moth girl comes to comfort you! But she doesn’t seem to be very good at it.
Check out my other scripts here, and how to support me here! Scriptbin link here
Terms of Use
This script is opened to be monetized and used, all I ask is that credit is given in your video description. If you choose to fill this script, comment a link to your recording on the reddit post. Making small changes to the script and to the gender of the speakelistener is okay. Changing the title is okay- in fact encouraged- I’m just like cinematic titles.
Plain text for speaking.
(tone suggestions)
[SFX and description]
[SFX: Door knocking]
[SFX: window being opened]
Oh, hello. I was sent on behalf of the Nocturnal Beast Help Service? I hope you don’t mind the interruption, but I see you’re struggling to go to sleep… again. According to your file, it’s been exactly 780 days since your last night of full sleep. That’s a long time.
[Short Pause]
You’re unusually calm for someone who just had their house broken into too, this is a real situation I have on my hands. Let me get the guide book-
[SFX: moth girl pulling out a large book from under her wing]
Have you tried different methods to help you fall asleep? Meditating? Reading? Limiting your screen time an hour before you go to sleep? Maybe leaving your phone far away from your bed, so you aren’t tempted to look at it when you’re struggling to fall asleep.
I see… you’re a tough case to crack. But don’t worry, I’ll be here to help you, whether that’s with going to sleep, or waiting for you to pass out from sleep exhaustion. Preferably from the first one. It’ll look bad on my record if you do the second one.
[Small Pause]
Now, it’s important to let go of muscle tension, whilst keeping a tight grip on your unresolved anger issues. Close your eyes, and keep a deep, deep breath in 3-2-1.
(take a deep breath)
Do you feel a bit better now? Not let go of anything you shouldn’t have? Is your need for physical touch still there?
[Small Pause]
Good. Speaking of the need for physical touch, would you like some? You can lay your head on my lap, or you can come in my arms, I’ve been told my fluff around my neck is comfortable to rest on.
Or to wrap you up in my wings- it is not as soft as a harpy’s, more delicate, so if you move around in your sleep it is best you don’t sleep in my wings. Or anywhere near me. Moths are delicate creatures.
Now, do you want to rest your head on my lap or should I start listing other ways that could help you fall asleep? Maybe prepare you a lavender tea? Or lavender scented stuff? It says in the handbook those help humans get sleepy.
[Small Pause]
Very well, come, [LAP PATS] You can rest your head on my lap, just for a moment, whilst I can list more relaxing things I can think of.
[sfx: listener placing their head on moth girls lap]
There is listening to those ASMR things, I never quite understood them, but I hear some humans find them relaxing from previous humans I have helped. Voices smoother than butter, or rain sounds to wash the day away. Soft, warm voices, or perhaps more daring tales to fill your brain with something to dream about.
Tales of possessive lovers, fights a couple may not heal from, a relationship that can never be, or perhaps a softer tale. A budding romance, a long awaited confession between friends- or enemies, if that is more your tale.
Humans do seem to show a liking towards those tales- the idea of someone loving you not in spite of your faults, but perhaps intrigued by them. To hate someone, and then to fall for them, and the faults being the very thing that drew them in.
Or that waiting, longing for the perfect moment to confess. That slow build up over days, months, or even years between a couple destined to be.
Or those couples forced together, arranged marriages, then argue every moment, until they snap, and confess their unavoidable attraction to one another, enjoying every moment they argue and battle one another with their sharp insults.
But what am I to say, I simply observe what helps humans fall asleep, and listen to their tales.
[Small pause]
If this conversation is boring to you I can read from my book “How to make a human fall asleep for dummies”. I have found it helpful in my work. It has all the best tips and tricks. How to help a human relax, what positions they find most comfortable to sleep it, the perfect environment for them to rest in, all those kinds of subjects.
[Small pause]
Ah… well it’s a boring conversation you want. I can tell you information I have learnt from my book. Let me think, boring subjects to talk to a human about… from my book, about humans relaxing.
For example, a warm blanket, a weighted one, helps the human feel as if there is a pressure on them, forcing them to stay in bed, a feeling that may reflect on their emotional needs too. The urge to stay in bed and not sleep is a powerful one for humans, or so I hear.
But then one might find more comfort in plushies, large or small, but it never really is about the size, more about the comfort it brings. Whether that be in the form of an animal, or character plush. They hold away the loneliness, even for just a moment. The sense that they are not alone in this world, or this room.
[Small Pause]
Well, some humans do like being alone. Prefer it. But no one can deny that sometimes, the touch of another is all some of you humans need.
[Short Pause]
I’m glad this is helping you, human. Although, and don’t tell my bosses this, I suppose it wouldn’t be too bad if you were not to fall asleep tonight. You could go to sleep during the day.
Being nocturnal isn’t too bad when you really think about it. You humans like the light, and well soon you could come to replace the suns light with the moons light- which is just the suns light reflecting on the moon.
You could have a dozen stars in the sky all at once, rather than just one. The sky is blue in both, just one a deeper shade.
And it’s not like you wouldn’t be sleepless- you’d be getting plenty of rest, I hope, just in the day rather than the light. Would make shopping in person a pain, but you could still do it. And would get harder in the summer time with there being more daylight-
[Short Pause]
Right, getting off track. Keep the conversation boring and easy to fall asleep to. But that seems to have been working. Your breathing has steadied, your eyes are closed, and you haven’t been moving around as much on my lap.
All of those are signs that you’re ready to fall asleep- which means I am doing my job well.
Since you are ready to fall asleep, I suppose I should be off now.
[SFX: moth girl trying to leave]
Oh- I almost forgot you were on my lap… um… This is a predicament. I need to make sure you fall asleep, so I guess I’ll have to stay whilst you rest on me. I’m sure my boss won’t mind, since I’m technically doing my job.
[Short Pause]
Very well, that settles it. I’ll stay here whilst you sleep, watching over you. Follow that light, human. That light into your dreams, where endless possibilities await for you~
Goodnight, human. I’ll be here whilst you finally get some sleep.
submitted by AlvaaarScripts to ASMRScriptHaven [link] [comments]
Check out my other scripts here, and how to support me here! Scriptbin link here
Terms of Use
This script is opened to be monetized and used, all I ask is that credit is given in your video description. If you choose to fill this script, comment a link to your recording on the reddit post. Making small changes to the script and to the gender of the speakelistener is okay. Changing the title is okay- in fact encouraged- I’m just like cinematic titles.
Plain text for speaking.
(tone suggestions)
[SFX and description]
[SFX: Door knocking]
[SFX: window being opened]
Oh, hello. I was sent on behalf of the Nocturnal Beast Help Service? I hope you don’t mind the interruption, but I see you’re struggling to go to sleep… again. According to your file, it’s been exactly 780 days since your last night of full sleep. That’s a long time.
[Short Pause]
You’re unusually calm for someone who just had their house broken into too, this is a real situation I have on my hands. Let me get the guide book-
[SFX: moth girl pulling out a large book from under her wing]
Have you tried different methods to help you fall asleep? Meditating? Reading? Limiting your screen time an hour before you go to sleep? Maybe leaving your phone far away from your bed, so you aren’t tempted to look at it when you’re struggling to fall asleep.
I see… you’re a tough case to crack. But don’t worry, I’ll be here to help you, whether that’s with going to sleep, or waiting for you to pass out from sleep exhaustion. Preferably from the first one. It’ll look bad on my record if you do the second one.
[Small Pause]
Now, it’s important to let go of muscle tension, whilst keeping a tight grip on your unresolved anger issues. Close your eyes, and keep a deep, deep breath in 3-2-1.
(take a deep breath)
Do you feel a bit better now? Not let go of anything you shouldn’t have? Is your need for physical touch still there?
[Small Pause]
Good. Speaking of the need for physical touch, would you like some? You can lay your head on my lap, or you can come in my arms, I’ve been told my fluff around my neck is comfortable to rest on.
Or to wrap you up in my wings- it is not as soft as a harpy’s, more delicate, so if you move around in your sleep it is best you don’t sleep in my wings. Or anywhere near me. Moths are delicate creatures.
Now, do you want to rest your head on my lap or should I start listing other ways that could help you fall asleep? Maybe prepare you a lavender tea? Or lavender scented stuff? It says in the handbook those help humans get sleepy.
[Small Pause]
Very well, come, [LAP PATS] You can rest your head on my lap, just for a moment, whilst I can list more relaxing things I can think of.
[sfx: listener placing their head on moth girls lap]
There is listening to those ASMR things, I never quite understood them, but I hear some humans find them relaxing from previous humans I have helped. Voices smoother than butter, or rain sounds to wash the day away. Soft, warm voices, or perhaps more daring tales to fill your brain with something to dream about.
Tales of possessive lovers, fights a couple may not heal from, a relationship that can never be, or perhaps a softer tale. A budding romance, a long awaited confession between friends- or enemies, if that is more your tale.
Humans do seem to show a liking towards those tales- the idea of someone loving you not in spite of your faults, but perhaps intrigued by them. To hate someone, and then to fall for them, and the faults being the very thing that drew them in.
Or that waiting, longing for the perfect moment to confess. That slow build up over days, months, or even years between a couple destined to be.
Or those couples forced together, arranged marriages, then argue every moment, until they snap, and confess their unavoidable attraction to one another, enjoying every moment they argue and battle one another with their sharp insults.
But what am I to say, I simply observe what helps humans fall asleep, and listen to their tales.
[Small pause]
If this conversation is boring to you I can read from my book “How to make a human fall asleep for dummies”. I have found it helpful in my work. It has all the best tips and tricks. How to help a human relax, what positions they find most comfortable to sleep it, the perfect environment for them to rest in, all those kinds of subjects.
[Small pause]
Ah… well it’s a boring conversation you want. I can tell you information I have learnt from my book. Let me think, boring subjects to talk to a human about… from my book, about humans relaxing.
For example, a warm blanket, a weighted one, helps the human feel as if there is a pressure on them, forcing them to stay in bed, a feeling that may reflect on their emotional needs too. The urge to stay in bed and not sleep is a powerful one for humans, or so I hear.
But then one might find more comfort in plushies, large or small, but it never really is about the size, more about the comfort it brings. Whether that be in the form of an animal, or character plush. They hold away the loneliness, even for just a moment. The sense that they are not alone in this world, or this room.
[Small Pause]
Well, some humans do like being alone. Prefer it. But no one can deny that sometimes, the touch of another is all some of you humans need.
[Short Pause]
I’m glad this is helping you, human. Although, and don’t tell my bosses this, I suppose it wouldn’t be too bad if you were not to fall asleep tonight. You could go to sleep during the day.
Being nocturnal isn’t too bad when you really think about it. You humans like the light, and well soon you could come to replace the suns light with the moons light- which is just the suns light reflecting on the moon.
You could have a dozen stars in the sky all at once, rather than just one. The sky is blue in both, just one a deeper shade.
And it’s not like you wouldn’t be sleepless- you’d be getting plenty of rest, I hope, just in the day rather than the light. Would make shopping in person a pain, but you could still do it. And would get harder in the summer time with there being more daylight-
[Short Pause]
Right, getting off track. Keep the conversation boring and easy to fall asleep to. But that seems to have been working. Your breathing has steadied, your eyes are closed, and you haven’t been moving around as much on my lap.
All of those are signs that you’re ready to fall asleep- which means I am doing my job well.
Since you are ready to fall asleep, I suppose I should be off now.
[SFX: moth girl trying to leave]
Oh- I almost forgot you were on my lap… um… This is a predicament. I need to make sure you fall asleep, so I guess I’ll have to stay whilst you rest on me. I’m sure my boss won’t mind, since I’m technically doing my job.
[Short Pause]
Very well, that settles it. I’ll stay here whilst you sleep, watching over you. Follow that light, human. That light into your dreams, where endless possibilities await for you~
Goodnight, human. I’ll be here whilst you finally get some sleep.
2024.05.27 23:53 randyl817 [WTS] AR parts, glock trigger, saiga 12 cleaning kit and mag
Timestamp https://imgur.com/a/ZC6kbfL
UTG aluminum QD foldable foregrip (GRO002SQ) $35
Magpul MOE stock and pistol grip set (black) $35
Saiga 12 cleaning kit and 5 round Izhmash mag $75
AR waffle stock 8FW25 cage code $15
Tactical Pontoon Glock Gen 5 Excommunicado trigger system. Includes striker spring $40
Promag ar15 9mm magazine quick change adapter block. Allows you to use 9mm colt/smg style mags $35
A1 triangular carbine handguard with triangular cap. $30
XTS carbine quad rail $30
45° offset BUIS. Unsure of manufacturer. $30
A2 pistol grips throw ins with purchase or all 3 for $15
Prices are shipped. I accept venmo and discrete paypal. Will provide tracking tonight and items will ship tomorrow. Knock off $5 if you buy multiple items
submitted by randyl817 to GunAccessoriesForSale [link] [comments]
UTG aluminum QD foldable foregrip (GRO002SQ) $35
Magpul MOE stock and pistol grip set (black) $35
Saiga 12 cleaning kit and 5 round Izhmash mag $75
AR waffle stock 8FW25 cage code $15
Tactical Pontoon Glock Gen 5 Excommunicado trigger system. Includes striker spring $40
Promag ar15 9mm magazine quick change adapter block. Allows you to use 9mm colt/smg style mags $35
A1 triangular carbine handguard with triangular cap. $30
XTS carbine quad rail $30
45° offset BUIS. Unsure of manufacturer. $30
A2 pistol grips throw ins with purchase or all 3 for $15
Prices are shipped. I accept venmo and discrete paypal. Will provide tracking tonight and items will ship tomorrow. Knock off $5 if you buy multiple items
2024.05.27 23:51 Markjof Best of Sosa (2/3)
 | I expect some battles on this one… just to add some extra controversy I’ll say WDFHDF is my favorite of all of these songs. submitted by Markjof to ChiefKeef [link] [comments] Also idc if Kills & Bestie are basic it’s the truth ‼️ |