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2024.05.28 03:04 Creepy_Yogurt_3066 Application
Hello everyone.
I have a few questions regarding the application.
So I was planning to take the DAT earlier but due to some issues I have to reschedule it for July. Since this is my first time, I'm not as experienced as many other students so I wanted to ask for your opinions.
***To those who responded to my previous posts and helped me out, thank you so much. I got all three letters and got a B+ in that class I was worried about getting a C.
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I have a few questions regarding the application.
So I was planning to take the DAT earlier but due to some issues I have to reschedule it for July. Since this is my first time, I'm not as experienced as many other students so I wanted to ask for your opinions.
- When is the best time to send transcripts? Right after May 30th when the applications open?
- Should I apply before taking the DAT, right after taking it when I have the unofficial scores, or a few weeks after the test when I get the official scores? If I have to retake should I apply with my initial score and let schools know that I'm retaking it in two months?
- I'm planning to keep shadowing until I receive my official scores. Should I add whatever I've done so far in the application and then keep updating it or just wait until the end?
- I changed my name legally a year ago but my transcripts are updated. There is an option in the aadsas where it asks whether you have documents under another name. Should I say yes to that to be safe?
- I haven't written my personal statement yet. Did you guys follow a specific outline and how long did it take you?
- How many dentists did you shadow? I have 200 hours with two. Should I go to different dentists or keep going to the same ones?
- Did anyone take the DAT in July (or later) and still got accepted in the school they wanted?
- Where should you add extra documents like certificates and volunteering hours (not shadowing)?
- I shadowed a dentist looong ago. I don't know if he even remembers my face by now. Should I still add those 80 hours to my application? What if they call him and he says I don't know who you are talking about! :/
- For those who live in Chicago, do you know any dentist who accepts shadowing them? If you applied to UIC or Midwestern, did you get in?
***To those who responded to my previous posts and helped me out, thank you so much. I got all three letters and got a B+ in that class I was worried about getting a C.
2024.05.28 03:03 Spike_Flings Chapter 2: The Second Son Saga [Fantasy, - 5485 words]
This idea came to me in college and I've sort of played around with it over the years. I would appreciate any constructive criticism, especially focused on the prose and characters. This would be the introductory chapter of one of the main characters, Karl Klug, who is an important noble in his country. I hope you enjoy!
KARL 1
Three men stood beneath a great oak branch, hands bound and nooses pulled tight around their necks. The branches connected to a mighty tree, old as the mountains themselves. The men were all silent, as were the other corpses gently swinging in the morning breeze. The air was still cold from the dew, not yet banished by the still rising sun.
“If you have anything left to say, now would be the time.” Karl Klug, Lord of the Wald said as he eyed them with disgust from the back of his chestnut horse destrier. He sat tall in the saddle, his close cropped brown hair and clean shaven face a far cry from the ragged appearance of the condemned. His heavy, black, woolen cloak was pulled tight, the hood up to block out the wind. Under the cloak he wore a simple brown doublet, with a crest bearing the black tree on a green field that was the sigil of his house. Karl always made sure to represent House Klug when acting as Lord, as was his duty.
These men were thieves, rapists, and murderers. They attacked travelers on the roads of the Wald, and it was Karl’s duty, as Duke of the Wald and Lawspeaker to the King, to keep those roads safe. The law demanded only one punishment for their transgressions. Their fate would serve as a warning to other would-be bandits.
The first man, a stern face and hard eyes, said nothing, but spat on the ground. The second man, fat and whimpering, managed to speak out in between choked sobs “Please m’lord. Mercy! They made me do it!”
The last man, a boy no older than fifteen, barked at him to be quiet. “We’re done for Ozzy. Go to the Wainman with some dignity, would you?” Such bravery in one so young. What could he have become if he followed a different path?
With that, Karl nodded to Jorivs, his household Resolver, who pulled hard on the ropes, them each one by one into the air, sending them kicking and choking into the Beyond. The second one, Ozzy, screamed and begged for his mother before the rope cut him off. Jorivs tied the final line off to a stake, while Wolter, his barber-surgeon companion, scribbled something down in a book. “They go to their doom in all different spirits, yet they all dance the hangman’s jig just the same.” He said as he turned a page.
“Amazing the lessons they teach at Spierpont.” Jorvis chuckled as the last pair of legs stopped kicking. “Shame Lemba couldn’t join us.”
“The Elf has seen his fair share of death. Let him enjoy his peace.”
“I only jest, my lord.” Jorvis said as he took a sip from his canteen. He motioned for Wolter to take a drink, but the older man was too busy furiously scribbling in his notebook to notice.
Karl looked to the east. The dawn was still cresting the horizon. “I’m off to the woods. I will not be disturbed.” Matilda and the children will still be sleeping. Best not to wake them with my return.
His pages nodded and replied in unison “Yes my lord.” By Karl’s standing order, Jorvis was peeling the boots of the dead men, better they should shoe a pauper than rot on the condemned. Wolter sketched the hanging men in his book, taking special care to note the lolling tongues and soiled breeches. Jorvis had the boots in a loose pile when he pulled a knife and a small pouch from his belt. “The eyes,my lord?”
He nodded grimly. “Hain will have his due.” Jorvis took a small stool and set to work, all six organs removed in a few quick flashes of the blade. Jorvis placed the grim package in its usual place on Baldur, Karl’s horse. With the bloody sack tied to his saddle, Karl rode off towards the thick forest nearby, a page in tow to hold his horse.
The page started to speak, and then stopped himself. He was a small boy, ten or eleven at the most. He had been to several executions before and not once had he been troubled by the sight of death.
Karl noticed the indecisive boy and helped him along.
“Something bothering you, Wiglaf?”
“The” came a squeak. Wiglaf cleared his throat and tried again. “The Resolver grumbles, lord. He grumbles that it would be easier to take the eyes before hanging the condemned.” He said meekly
“I know he grumbles. I know. But this is the way things are to be done. Taking their eyes before they hang is not the punishment for their crime. These men had their trial, and I sentenced them to die, not to be tortured. Do you understand, Wiglaf?”
“Aye, my lord. I understand.” Wiglaf nodded.
Wiglaf. So eager to learn but so nervous to offend. I’ll talk to his father the next time we meet.
This was the first time in months he had a chance to take in the forest. The influx in banditry in the past year had been a great source of woe not only to Karl, but to the Waldish people as a whole. They had enough to be fearful of without their fellow man adding to their problems. It had kept Karl up many nights, as he racked his brain trying to figure out the cause.
He had built roads, sick houses, held fairs, endorsed the Bard’s college, done all in his power to keep the people happy and content and quiet, and yet, there were some who still turned to crime. Why? No. Not now. Not here. Karl decided that he needed to rest his mind from constant affairs of state, and allow himself to relax before he made his offering.
They reached a clearing, and Karl dismounted. “Hitch up Baldur and rub him down. Have something to eat from my pack if you get hungry. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone this time.” The page nodded. Wiglaf, a good lad, if a bit timid at times. Weather had concealed his typical path into the great forest, but muscle memory lead his way.
He enjoyed his solitary walks in the woods, it gave him a chance to forget the woes of rulership, the frustrations of fatherhood, and the horrible curse that befell his bloodline. Now that things had quieted down with the bandits, Karl hoped he might have more time to be a husband to his wife, Matilda, and a father to their children. His three children, though nearly adults themselves, still tended to make a commotion. What they need is a firm hand. Their mother will spoil them rotten if she has her way. Karl laughed to himself. She always gets her way.
His feet knew where he was going, even if his mind did not. He always returned to the same place, no matter what direction he turned. Are the woods themselves magic, or just the creatures that inhabit it? He wondered as he found the well worn dirt path covered by a tunnel of tree limbs. The branches must have kept this clear from storms after all.
Few who entered the Wald came back alive, save for the Elves and their slaves, who usually came out in one piece. Most who walked too far past the tree line simply vanished. There were rumors, of course. Even his own grandfather had claimed that he was, in fact, the same Helm Klug that had vanished without a trace in the winter of 542. He had fallen through a tree hollow and into the myth shrouded realm of Cunnan, where time flows differently, or so the stories go. As such, though ninety-five years had passed from the time of the vanishing, Helm had only aged ten years or so.
Karl’s realm was a dangerous one, even without the recent rise of the highwaymen. To an outsider, walking alone in the duchy of the Wald was like strolling past a dark alley with coins jingling loudly. To Karl Klug, Lord of the Wald, it was like walking into his own bedroom. He had grown up here, he knew that danger lurked behind every tree, above every branch, and below every root. Not once had he seen anything like what Grandfather Helm had rambled about. No fairies or witches or traces of Hain. Still, one had to tread carefully here. Even Karl would not dare to venture in some parts of the forest, for an ancient force still had power in the dark parts of Bordrim.
I hope Hain will be pleased with my tribute. To survive here, one had to know when to fight, when to run, and when to submit. Some might call that heretical, going against the word of the church, But that was not something he wished to think about now, not when he was trying to be at peace.
The fresh air cleared his head and refreshed his spirit. Karl took a long, deep breath filling his lungs with the cold morning damp. He knew he would not be distrubed here, as none but the Duke of the Wald may travel to this part of the woodland.
He had been Duke ever since the death of his father when he was just four years old, though he had not ruled in his own right until he was fourteen. In that time, he had learned much from his regents, and his mother, who was far more capable than many made her out to be. She had taught him that most men, however pure their intentions may seem, nearly always had some ulterior motive that they wished to advance. Karl remembered that as his most valuable lesson, and it had assisted him greatly as he came of age. My father’s sycophants did not last long when I ruled in my own right.
The sound of rushing water came to his ear as he walked by the River Cember where his father had drowned. He used to intentionally go out of his way to avoid being near it, but now he barely gave it a second glance. I used to be so afraid of the water, until I understood why Father died. But by then, Mother had the Court Elf Lembe throw me in Sillac Pond. How I thrashed! It didn’t seem so scary after that. Fate is far more terrifying than any danger and far more comforting than any joy. Once you have been through the worst, everything else can be done with ease.
Karl heard a branch snap in the trees to his right, and his hand slipped to the silver coated dagger at his hip. He stood still as the trees around him, slowly moving his eyes from right to left as he looked for the source of the noise. Funny. I was afraid of harmless water for so many years when there were very real threats all around me the entire time. As long as I stay on the path, no beast would dare harm me.
There were no further noises, and judging by the humming of insects and the singing of birds, there was no real threat. Probably a stag or maybe one of Grandfather Helm’s Fae creature having a laugh at my expense. He continued walking for some time, climbing up small, rolling hills and ducking under fallen tree trunks, before reaching a final, gentle incline which led to Hidden Hill. That was where they found his older brother, Jasper, hanging from the tree at the top. That was the day his father had told him about the curse that stalked their family.
He made his way up the slope, as he had countless times before. The top of the hill was clear, save for one tree, planted by Karl’s grandfather Helm upon regaining control of the Wald after decades of Gaunt rule. His family adopted that tree, and made it part of their heraldry. A great black tree, sounded by the green of the forest.
The air seemed to resist being pulled into his lungs now. He had to unclench his teeth, relax his shoulders. He looked down at his fingers. He had scraped away the flesh near the nails on his thumbs and middle digits. How long have I been at it this time? It is difficult to relax when I am surrounded by some many painful reminders of the past. No matter how deep in this forest I walk, I cannot escape the memories that tears at me.
He kept his eyes low. Karl enjoyed seeing the blooming flowers and vibrant weeds that grew along the path he always walked. One particular group of plants caught his eye. A clover patch. The old folks said that in every clover patch, there was one particularly special sprout. And so Karl made a point to look over each and every patch he saw, even if only a passing glance.
What’s this? He said to the tiny green sprout as he crouched down for a closer look. A clover with four leaves. Lucky, lucky. Karl smiled as he plucked the clover and put it in his coin purse. And a good omen too. I know Otto will love this.
Karl continued up the path, and sat beneath the great black tree, looking out onto the castle that stood proud below in the clearing. Grey Hallow, it was called, and it was among the oldest in Bordrim, predating even the great fortresses of the Empire that many great houses now called their own. With two rings of thick, tall walls and towers covering every angle of approach, no enemy had ever successfully stormed the walls. Though a knife in the back is sometimes better than a ram at the gate, as history has proved.
Karl grabbed the now wet sack that Jorvis had provided. He quickly found a small knothole and stuffed the grisly offering side. The Dule clasped his hands together and bowed his head. “Haim, please take this offering that we may know quiet peace.” He sighed. Was Haim even real? Or just another story to make obedient children?
As Karl reclined in the unearthed roots of the black oak, he smiled. *Real or not, offerings to Haim aren’t all terrible.*This was the tree that he had married Matilda under, after he came back from the Siege of Hammerring, the last remaining Imperial stronghold in Bordrim. He had made a fortune by securing the ransoms of important Imperials, bringing House Klug from the embarrassment of near bankruptcy to extreme wealth in a single day. He had spent coins like a drunken gambler blessed with immovable luck that night, and from then on men had begun to say he was the richest man in the kingdom. I don’t know about any of that. But riches aren’t just measured in gold. Karl thought as he ran his fingers along the black bark of the tree.
Searching through the leather pack he took from his saddle, Karl grabbed the cloth that held the dried venison and cheese he had carried along for his breakfast. The castle will just be coming to life now. He thought as the sun began to climb higher in the sky. After he had broken his fast, he pulled a quill, a tightly sealed ink pot, and a piece of parchment from his sack. He began to write.
“Your smile, a joy
Your laugh, a pleasure.
When we are together,
Troubles are light as a feather.”
Karl would have a servant hide that among Matilda’s things, where she would discover it later. Even after fifteen years of marriage, Karl loved to create these little surprises for his wife, just as she loved finding his cumbersome gifts and clumsy poetry.
A long, steady drumming sounded over the tops of the trees, booming from the direction of Grey Hallow, but far beyond. In the west, birds squaked and scattered to the wind. By the cadence of their beat, Karl knew it was the Elves, come to pay their respects and receive letters of safe passage as required by the Pact. A little earlier than expected. No matter. I prefer early to late. No doubt my Chamberlain, Aldred, will have everything prepared. Karl sprang to his feet, dusted off his trousers, and rolled the dried parchment. He followed the path back to the castle at a quick pace, humming a song his Bard had sung the previous night while they slept under the stars.
The day had well and truly begun upon his return. Servants wearing the green and black of his house dashed about as their duties required. Men stood guard wearing the Great Black Tree of the Klugs on their livery. The halls were alive with chatter and the scuffing of feet. Karl knew a long line of petitioners awaited him in his hall, but everyone knew that an audience with elves took precedence over the squabbles of men. They had all heard the drums, and they would be pressed together like bees in a hive just for a glimpse of the pointy eared outlanders. Every year, young elves Elves embarked on a great journey that they called *THING* or “The Taste” in the Imperial tongue. They spent anywhere from one to one hundred years living among the mortals, learning their ways and customs. Some spent the rest of their millennia-long lives among the mortals, watching dynasties rise and fall, technological marvels stun the world, and should they be unfortunate enough to make friends or find lovers, they witness death on a scale previously unimaginable.
Lemba is due to return home by the end of the year. After seventy years of service to my family, he’s earned his rest. Perhaps one of the newcomers would like a position at court. I would very much like to continue my lessons. Karl flexed his fingers at the mere thought of magic. Outlawed in most realms of men, Karl had insisted on instruction. The training was hard and the consequences if discovered by the Church would be dire, but in a land as dangerous as the Wald, every advantage counted.
The drums boomed, growing louder as the elves approached closer. I must hurry. I cannot insult them by wearing the same clothes I just wore to an execution. Karl jogged down the path from whence he came. Wiglaf was holding Baldur by his reigns, and he snapped to attention the moment he saw Karl approach. “The drums my lo-”
“I heard. Ride ahead and have your father prepare clothing for court.”
“Right away, my lord.” The page said as he galloped away. Karl followed at a quick but more relaxed pace. No sense in appearing sweaty and exasperated for my guests. He reasoned as he rode down the winding path.
His servants were waiting at the gate for him. They grabbed their reins from Baldur, and Karl climbed down from the horse. “Andred has selected your clothing, m’lord. Right this way, if you please.” Onna, the fat seamstress said and she beckoned him to follow. She led him to the laundry, where Karl pulled the dirty articles he had worn for the execution and picked up the courtly clothing she had laid out. He pulled the white linen tunic on first and fasted it was a leather belt inlain with a large silver buckle. His slipped into brown wool trousers next and grabbed a pair of light leather boots. While I won’t appear filthy in front of my guests, high fashion is not something I care to waste my gold on.
Karl sat in his finely carved chair on the dais at the end of the hall. It sat to the right of an identical, but smaller chair where his wife sat*.* She wore a black and green dress with a modestly cut v-neck which exposed her pale skin. Her golden hair lay in one long braid along her shoulder. and her piercing blue eyes smiled back at Karl’s own green. This was the women he had fallen in love with the moment he first spoke to her. She had been less convinced, at first. While he had been the highest born of her many suitors, he had not been her first choice.
“I thought you were boring!” She would tease him later. “You barely said a word the first three times we met.”
“I was nervous.” He would reply. “You captured my heart and my wits that day in High Hibaltia.”
“Well, that wit is what won me. Perhaps I just borrowed it for a time.” She smiled.
Cleverness, justness, kindness. These are the things that make me love you.
The couple held each other's hands as they looked over the court. The chamberlain, Aldred, was quickly giving some last minute instructions to his son and another page, and they immediately scrambled to their work. Guards stood firmly at attention in front of the doors, knowing that they would be facing a hallway full of eager onlookers at any moment.
Their three children stood to the side, talking amongst themselves. Grimbold was the oldest. And doomed to die young, as my brother and uncle have. He was tall, taller than Karl even. He had the arms of a blacksmith’s apprentice and Karl’s own brown curls. He shared his mother’s sky blue eyes and slender nose, as well as her quick temper. He’ll want more responsibility soon. I’ve already denied him a squireship. Perhaps a minor position at court would assuage him.
Next to Grimbold was Charlotte, their only daughter. She too had Karl’s curly brown hair, but she wore it in a long braid, like her mother. She was just like Matilda, in fact. They were both skilled with numbers, and Charlotte’s fascination with bards rivaled Matilda’s own obsession. The two of them often pleaded with Karl to hire this performer or that one, and Duke Karl Klug, Lawspeaker of Bordrim, would not resist his girls, especially Charlotte. She had just turned fourteen, and would be expecting suitors soon. I doubt any of them would be worthy of her. The two of us share a thin patience for stupidity and love makes fools of us all. Especially this false, courtly love the Pawley’s have been peddling these last centuries.
And then there was Otto, the youngest of the three. He stood in between his brother and sister, obviously uncomfortable and being talked over. Nervous and shy, Otto had trouble making friends with children his age. He got along well enough with Wiglaf, but the two never actively sought each other out for play. Probably waiting for the other to make the first move. Karl thought to himself.
“Otto!” Karl yelled. The boy snapped nearly to attention. “Come here, lad. I have a surprise for you.” The boy warily came before his parents.
“Close your eyes and stick out your hands, Otto.” Matilda gently urged.
Otto did as he was told. “Karl dug around in his coin purse and pulled out the clover and a gold coin. He placed the two in Otto’s open palm.
His eyes beamed just before the rest of his face lit up. “Is it real?” He asked as he squealed at his gift.
“Just found it this morning. I figured, with you as my son, I already have all the luck I need.” Otto grinned wide, his missing baby teeth apparent in his otherwise toothy smirk. “Now, with that coin, I want you to find a book that we can read together. Would you like that?” “Yes, father! Yes, yes!” Otto exclaimed, almost shaking with excitement.
“Now get back to your place. The Elves will be here soon.:
“Yes, father!” Otto slipped the clover and coin into his own purse and hurried back to his siblings.
Matilda leaned over and kissed Karl on the forehead. “You’re a good man, Karl Klug.” His mind raced back to dawn, and the creaking of ropes. “I try to be, my love.” He kissed her forehead back. There was a commotion behind the doors to the hallway. It started as a low murmur, and then grew in size, becoming a roar of excitement.
Lemba, Karl’s tutor and resident Elf, took
The Elves had arrived.
Two figures, hooded in dark crimson cloaks, approached the dais. Less than a quarter of what I was told to expect. Behind them were six large, muscular, green skinned orcs bound together at wrist and ankle. Less than a tenth of what I had prepared for. Some Orcs had obviously suffered wounds in the recent past, black blood welling up through tightly wrapped bandages at shoulder, scalp, or thigh. Karl knew from past experience that were these wounds even a slight inconvenience to the Elves, the Orc would be killed with no more pity than lame donkey.
The two cloaked figures marched in a praticed cadence as they moved towards the Duke and Duchess. They all move like that in this room. Is it tradition? Or something more calculated? Lemba, can you enlighten me?
“In due time.” The elf’s voice answered in Karl’s mind. “For now, let us see who has survived the journey.
Karl cast a quick and silent spell to identify the travelers, his only tell was a twitch of the nose, which may have been mistaken for an aborted sneeze.
Viksna and Piske Dun Beske, twin siblings of a prominent Orhani family. Lemba leaned and whispered into Karl’s ear. “The youngest children of a powerful family of sorcerors. T
“Viksna and Piske you illuminate my land with your presence.” Karl’s voice boomed across the hall. It had been so long since he had shouted without magical amplification that he wondered if his throat could even yell anymore.
The two outsiders removed their hoods and stood with clasped hands and bowed heads. Their hair golden, their ears pointed, they were both of a similar height and build, shorter than most men in the room, and Karl could tell they were thin even under their robes.
“And you honor us with your hospitality, Lord Klug.” The pair said in unison.
“You’ve arrived sooner than expected. Was your trip pleasant?”
“We ran into some trouble with monsters, I’m afraid.” Piske said, matter of factly.
“ They devoured quite a few of our slaves.” Viksna added. And of course, the Shadow King must have his due. Our traveling companions were not to his liking. We two and The six Orcs you see behind us are all that is left, I’m afraid, out of the seventeen souls we departed with. Ah, yes. The older races call Haim by his title and dare not refer to him by name. A superstitious bunch, the Elves.
Three slaves for each of us is hardly fitting.” Piske scoffed.
“A shame. I will see that they are tended to. And my servants shall make up for your deficit. See these creatures to their quarters.” He ordered with a wave of his hand.
Guards cautiously herded the six chained beasts on the points of spears, but the broken creatures simply did as they were told and offered no resistance, not even a scowl. They were broken in mind and spirit, they simply existed to do as they were told. Even still, they looked as if they could crush a man’s skull without much effort, and so the guards insisted on caution. I cannot say I blame them.
The instant their slaves were gone from the room, the elves both went down to one knee, each pulling a small bundle from their cloaks. In unison they spoke. “We have come to pay tribute to the Lord of the Wald. Bordermaster, River Watcher, Upholder of the Pact. We offer these small tokens to you, Great Lord.”
Karl pushed up from his seat on the dais and walked towards the pair, gesturing them to stand. This well rehearsed speech never fails to delight my courtiers. “You have left your great capitol of Orhani to live amongst the lesser lived. You have endured freezing cold and driving rain. You have crossed river and mountain, field and fell, and traversed the Wald itself. You have fought beast and monster and seen many things that Man fears in his dreams. You have lost friends and companions along your way, and for that, you have our sympathy. However, all is not lost, and these deaths have not been in vain. You have proved yourselves worthy of fellowship through your very deeds. I bid you stand, as friends of Men.” The two figures stood, pulling back their hoods as the ritual demanded. They both looked as beautiful as painted godlings, young as if in their prime, though each must have seen a hundred years come and go.
The two approached, stepping slowly, deliberately, in unison to the dais where Karl sat. Piske stepped forward, leaving his sister still as a statue with her bundle still in her hands.
“For you, my lord. A gift.” He bowed and handed the package to Karl.
“Thank you, Piske.” Karl exchanged a rolled parchment for the gift. The container was small, and light. It could have been empty if Karl did not know better. He pulled the string holding everything together, and opened the paper wrapping. Inside was a ring, small and green, with all manner of beasts carved intricately on the sides.
“This is remarkable, Piske. You have my thanks.” Karl said as he turned the ring over in his hands. He spied an eagle, a fish, a rat, and a bear amongst the throng of creatures on the metal.
Piske looked to Lemba, eyes practically screaming for help. Lemba chuckled to himself for a moment and then cocked his head in Karl’s direction.
“May I approach, my lord?” the Elf asked in the elegant Elvish tongue, hands out stretched. Karl nodded his approval and he came forward. Piske leaned forward, taking the ring from the Lord’s hand and slipped the emerald ring onto his own left pointer finger.
“This ring is rather...peculiar, my lord. Observe.” The Elf cleared his throat and began to shout “Will one of you fellows come out? We’d like to make introductions.”
A heavy silence, followed by quiet, confused muttering amongst the onlookers. Then a shriek came from the rear of the crowd, growing louder and closer by the second.
That’s when it appeared before Karl’s eyes. It came forward at a run. Sharp claws, huge black eyes, and jagged yellow teeth.
“The ring summons rats?” Karl answered in Elvish in between laughs.
“Or maybe it makes the wearer forget his manners.” came a perfect Elvish reply from the rat. Karl’s eyes shot wide. Bhalik’s Maw. Did that rodent just speak? He regained his composure and looked around his court. Everyone was staring up at him. Had they all heard too?
“They can’t hear me, you big oaf. Only the ring bearer can.” Karl glanced at the green band around his finger. “My name is difficult to pronounce, but for the sake of simplicity, call me Ymaut. Piske tells me you have a rather large network of informants. How would you like to expand?
“We’ll discuss another time. Thank you, Piske. You honor me.”
Piske bowed. “Of course, my lord. My sister has brought you a gift as well” gesturing to his companion. He stepped back to take her place, while Viksna approached, bowed and held out her tribute. The thing she brought was bigger and heavier than her brother’s gift. When Karl had finished unwrapping it, he understood why.
“A Grimoire.” he said quietly.
“May I approach, my lord?” Karl nodded absently as he flipped through the pages.
Viksna whispered. “I am told you enjoy practicing magic. I would be happy to teach you, if you’d like.”
“This is too much to trade for a mere letter of safe conduct. Anything in my power to give you is yours, if you but name it.”
Viksna thought for only a brief moment. “Should there be an opening for a position in your court that I may be suitable for, I would like to enter your service.”
Lemba is leaving my service, to return to Outland. If you would care to remain here and assume his role upon his departure, I would welcome the company.” Karl said as he struggled to tear his eyes away from the book. That will be all for today. My servants will show you to your chambers. Should you want for anything at all, you need only ask and it is yours.”
The two bowed low. “You honor us, my lord.” the two Elves said as one. As they slowly walked from the hall, Karl’s Chamberlain, Aldred, whispered in his ear. “My lord, Sir Vanya has come to charge Baron Stevers as an oathbreaker. My duty calls. Karl thought, the grimoire still open in his hand.
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KARL 1
Three men stood beneath a great oak branch, hands bound and nooses pulled tight around their necks. The branches connected to a mighty tree, old as the mountains themselves. The men were all silent, as were the other corpses gently swinging in the morning breeze. The air was still cold from the dew, not yet banished by the still rising sun.
“If you have anything left to say, now would be the time.” Karl Klug, Lord of the Wald said as he eyed them with disgust from the back of his chestnut horse destrier. He sat tall in the saddle, his close cropped brown hair and clean shaven face a far cry from the ragged appearance of the condemned. His heavy, black, woolen cloak was pulled tight, the hood up to block out the wind. Under the cloak he wore a simple brown doublet, with a crest bearing the black tree on a green field that was the sigil of his house. Karl always made sure to represent House Klug when acting as Lord, as was his duty.
These men were thieves, rapists, and murderers. They attacked travelers on the roads of the Wald, and it was Karl’s duty, as Duke of the Wald and Lawspeaker to the King, to keep those roads safe. The law demanded only one punishment for their transgressions. Their fate would serve as a warning to other would-be bandits.
The first man, a stern face and hard eyes, said nothing, but spat on the ground. The second man, fat and whimpering, managed to speak out in between choked sobs “Please m’lord. Mercy! They made me do it!”
The last man, a boy no older than fifteen, barked at him to be quiet. “We’re done for Ozzy. Go to the Wainman with some dignity, would you?” Such bravery in one so young. What could he have become if he followed a different path?
With that, Karl nodded to Jorivs, his household Resolver, who pulled hard on the ropes, them each one by one into the air, sending them kicking and choking into the Beyond. The second one, Ozzy, screamed and begged for his mother before the rope cut him off. Jorivs tied the final line off to a stake, while Wolter, his barber-surgeon companion, scribbled something down in a book. “They go to their doom in all different spirits, yet they all dance the hangman’s jig just the same.” He said as he turned a page.
“Amazing the lessons they teach at Spierpont.” Jorvis chuckled as the last pair of legs stopped kicking. “Shame Lemba couldn’t join us.”
“The Elf has seen his fair share of death. Let him enjoy his peace.”
“I only jest, my lord.” Jorvis said as he took a sip from his canteen. He motioned for Wolter to take a drink, but the older man was too busy furiously scribbling in his notebook to notice.
Karl looked to the east. The dawn was still cresting the horizon. “I’m off to the woods. I will not be disturbed.” Matilda and the children will still be sleeping. Best not to wake them with my return.
His pages nodded and replied in unison “Yes my lord.” By Karl’s standing order, Jorvis was peeling the boots of the dead men, better they should shoe a pauper than rot on the condemned. Wolter sketched the hanging men in his book, taking special care to note the lolling tongues and soiled breeches. Jorvis had the boots in a loose pile when he pulled a knife and a small pouch from his belt. “The eyes,my lord?”
He nodded grimly. “Hain will have his due.” Jorvis took a small stool and set to work, all six organs removed in a few quick flashes of the blade. Jorvis placed the grim package in its usual place on Baldur, Karl’s horse. With the bloody sack tied to his saddle, Karl rode off towards the thick forest nearby, a page in tow to hold his horse.
The page started to speak, and then stopped himself. He was a small boy, ten or eleven at the most. He had been to several executions before and not once had he been troubled by the sight of death.
Karl noticed the indecisive boy and helped him along.
“Something bothering you, Wiglaf?”
“The” came a squeak. Wiglaf cleared his throat and tried again. “The Resolver grumbles, lord. He grumbles that it would be easier to take the eyes before hanging the condemned.” He said meekly
“I know he grumbles. I know. But this is the way things are to be done. Taking their eyes before they hang is not the punishment for their crime. These men had their trial, and I sentenced them to die, not to be tortured. Do you understand, Wiglaf?”
“Aye, my lord. I understand.” Wiglaf nodded.
Wiglaf. So eager to learn but so nervous to offend. I’ll talk to his father the next time we meet.
This was the first time in months he had a chance to take in the forest. The influx in banditry in the past year had been a great source of woe not only to Karl, but to the Waldish people as a whole. They had enough to be fearful of without their fellow man adding to their problems. It had kept Karl up many nights, as he racked his brain trying to figure out the cause.
He had built roads, sick houses, held fairs, endorsed the Bard’s college, done all in his power to keep the people happy and content and quiet, and yet, there were some who still turned to crime. Why? No. Not now. Not here. Karl decided that he needed to rest his mind from constant affairs of state, and allow himself to relax before he made his offering.
They reached a clearing, and Karl dismounted. “Hitch up Baldur and rub him down. Have something to eat from my pack if you get hungry. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone this time.” The page nodded. Wiglaf, a good lad, if a bit timid at times. Weather had concealed his typical path into the great forest, but muscle memory lead his way.
He enjoyed his solitary walks in the woods, it gave him a chance to forget the woes of rulership, the frustrations of fatherhood, and the horrible curse that befell his bloodline. Now that things had quieted down with the bandits, Karl hoped he might have more time to be a husband to his wife, Matilda, and a father to their children. His three children, though nearly adults themselves, still tended to make a commotion. What they need is a firm hand. Their mother will spoil them rotten if she has her way. Karl laughed to himself. She always gets her way.
His feet knew where he was going, even if his mind did not. He always returned to the same place, no matter what direction he turned. Are the woods themselves magic, or just the creatures that inhabit it? He wondered as he found the well worn dirt path covered by a tunnel of tree limbs. The branches must have kept this clear from storms after all.
Few who entered the Wald came back alive, save for the Elves and their slaves, who usually came out in one piece. Most who walked too far past the tree line simply vanished. There were rumors, of course. Even his own grandfather had claimed that he was, in fact, the same Helm Klug that had vanished without a trace in the winter of 542. He had fallen through a tree hollow and into the myth shrouded realm of Cunnan, where time flows differently, or so the stories go. As such, though ninety-five years had passed from the time of the vanishing, Helm had only aged ten years or so.
Karl’s realm was a dangerous one, even without the recent rise of the highwaymen. To an outsider, walking alone in the duchy of the Wald was like strolling past a dark alley with coins jingling loudly. To Karl Klug, Lord of the Wald, it was like walking into his own bedroom. He had grown up here, he knew that danger lurked behind every tree, above every branch, and below every root. Not once had he seen anything like what Grandfather Helm had rambled about. No fairies or witches or traces of Hain. Still, one had to tread carefully here. Even Karl would not dare to venture in some parts of the forest, for an ancient force still had power in the dark parts of Bordrim.
I hope Hain will be pleased with my tribute. To survive here, one had to know when to fight, when to run, and when to submit. Some might call that heretical, going against the word of the church, But that was not something he wished to think about now, not when he was trying to be at peace.
The fresh air cleared his head and refreshed his spirit. Karl took a long, deep breath filling his lungs with the cold morning damp. He knew he would not be distrubed here, as none but the Duke of the Wald may travel to this part of the woodland.
He had been Duke ever since the death of his father when he was just four years old, though he had not ruled in his own right until he was fourteen. In that time, he had learned much from his regents, and his mother, who was far more capable than many made her out to be. She had taught him that most men, however pure their intentions may seem, nearly always had some ulterior motive that they wished to advance. Karl remembered that as his most valuable lesson, and it had assisted him greatly as he came of age. My father’s sycophants did not last long when I ruled in my own right.
The sound of rushing water came to his ear as he walked by the River Cember where his father had drowned. He used to intentionally go out of his way to avoid being near it, but now he barely gave it a second glance. I used to be so afraid of the water, until I understood why Father died. But by then, Mother had the Court Elf Lembe throw me in Sillac Pond. How I thrashed! It didn’t seem so scary after that. Fate is far more terrifying than any danger and far more comforting than any joy. Once you have been through the worst, everything else can be done with ease.
Karl heard a branch snap in the trees to his right, and his hand slipped to the silver coated dagger at his hip. He stood still as the trees around him, slowly moving his eyes from right to left as he looked for the source of the noise. Funny. I was afraid of harmless water for so many years when there were very real threats all around me the entire time. As long as I stay on the path, no beast would dare harm me.
There were no further noises, and judging by the humming of insects and the singing of birds, there was no real threat. Probably a stag or maybe one of Grandfather Helm’s Fae creature having a laugh at my expense. He continued walking for some time, climbing up small, rolling hills and ducking under fallen tree trunks, before reaching a final, gentle incline which led to Hidden Hill. That was where they found his older brother, Jasper, hanging from the tree at the top. That was the day his father had told him about the curse that stalked their family.
He made his way up the slope, as he had countless times before. The top of the hill was clear, save for one tree, planted by Karl’s grandfather Helm upon regaining control of the Wald after decades of Gaunt rule. His family adopted that tree, and made it part of their heraldry. A great black tree, sounded by the green of the forest.
The air seemed to resist being pulled into his lungs now. He had to unclench his teeth, relax his shoulders. He looked down at his fingers. He had scraped away the flesh near the nails on his thumbs and middle digits. How long have I been at it this time? It is difficult to relax when I am surrounded by some many painful reminders of the past. No matter how deep in this forest I walk, I cannot escape the memories that tears at me.
He kept his eyes low. Karl enjoyed seeing the blooming flowers and vibrant weeds that grew along the path he always walked. One particular group of plants caught his eye. A clover patch. The old folks said that in every clover patch, there was one particularly special sprout. And so Karl made a point to look over each and every patch he saw, even if only a passing glance.
What’s this? He said to the tiny green sprout as he crouched down for a closer look. A clover with four leaves. Lucky, lucky. Karl smiled as he plucked the clover and put it in his coin purse. And a good omen too. I know Otto will love this.
Karl continued up the path, and sat beneath the great black tree, looking out onto the castle that stood proud below in the clearing. Grey Hallow, it was called, and it was among the oldest in Bordrim, predating even the great fortresses of the Empire that many great houses now called their own. With two rings of thick, tall walls and towers covering every angle of approach, no enemy had ever successfully stormed the walls. Though a knife in the back is sometimes better than a ram at the gate, as history has proved.
Karl grabbed the now wet sack that Jorvis had provided. He quickly found a small knothole and stuffed the grisly offering side. The Dule clasped his hands together and bowed his head. “Haim, please take this offering that we may know quiet peace.” He sighed. Was Haim even real? Or just another story to make obedient children?
As Karl reclined in the unearthed roots of the black oak, he smiled. *Real or not, offerings to Haim aren’t all terrible.*This was the tree that he had married Matilda under, after he came back from the Siege of Hammerring, the last remaining Imperial stronghold in Bordrim. He had made a fortune by securing the ransoms of important Imperials, bringing House Klug from the embarrassment of near bankruptcy to extreme wealth in a single day. He had spent coins like a drunken gambler blessed with immovable luck that night, and from then on men had begun to say he was the richest man in the kingdom. I don’t know about any of that. But riches aren’t just measured in gold. Karl thought as he ran his fingers along the black bark of the tree.
Searching through the leather pack he took from his saddle, Karl grabbed the cloth that held the dried venison and cheese he had carried along for his breakfast. The castle will just be coming to life now. He thought as the sun began to climb higher in the sky. After he had broken his fast, he pulled a quill, a tightly sealed ink pot, and a piece of parchment from his sack. He began to write.
“Your smile, a joy
Your laugh, a pleasure.
When we are together,
Troubles are light as a feather.”
Karl would have a servant hide that among Matilda’s things, where she would discover it later. Even after fifteen years of marriage, Karl loved to create these little surprises for his wife, just as she loved finding his cumbersome gifts and clumsy poetry.
A long, steady drumming sounded over the tops of the trees, booming from the direction of Grey Hallow, but far beyond. In the west, birds squaked and scattered to the wind. By the cadence of their beat, Karl knew it was the Elves, come to pay their respects and receive letters of safe passage as required by the Pact. A little earlier than expected. No matter. I prefer early to late. No doubt my Chamberlain, Aldred, will have everything prepared. Karl sprang to his feet, dusted off his trousers, and rolled the dried parchment. He followed the path back to the castle at a quick pace, humming a song his Bard had sung the previous night while they slept under the stars.
The day had well and truly begun upon his return. Servants wearing the green and black of his house dashed about as their duties required. Men stood guard wearing the Great Black Tree of the Klugs on their livery. The halls were alive with chatter and the scuffing of feet. Karl knew a long line of petitioners awaited him in his hall, but everyone knew that an audience with elves took precedence over the squabbles of men. They had all heard the drums, and they would be pressed together like bees in a hive just for a glimpse of the pointy eared outlanders. Every year, young elves Elves embarked on a great journey that they called *THING* or “The Taste” in the Imperial tongue. They spent anywhere from one to one hundred years living among the mortals, learning their ways and customs. Some spent the rest of their millennia-long lives among the mortals, watching dynasties rise and fall, technological marvels stun the world, and should they be unfortunate enough to make friends or find lovers, they witness death on a scale previously unimaginable.
Lemba is due to return home by the end of the year. After seventy years of service to my family, he’s earned his rest. Perhaps one of the newcomers would like a position at court. I would very much like to continue my lessons. Karl flexed his fingers at the mere thought of magic. Outlawed in most realms of men, Karl had insisted on instruction. The training was hard and the consequences if discovered by the Church would be dire, but in a land as dangerous as the Wald, every advantage counted.
The drums boomed, growing louder as the elves approached closer. I must hurry. I cannot insult them by wearing the same clothes I just wore to an execution. Karl jogged down the path from whence he came. Wiglaf was holding Baldur by his reigns, and he snapped to attention the moment he saw Karl approach. “The drums my lo-”
“I heard. Ride ahead and have your father prepare clothing for court.”
“Right away, my lord.” The page said as he galloped away. Karl followed at a quick but more relaxed pace. No sense in appearing sweaty and exasperated for my guests. He reasoned as he rode down the winding path.
His servants were waiting at the gate for him. They grabbed their reins from Baldur, and Karl climbed down from the horse. “Andred has selected your clothing, m’lord. Right this way, if you please.” Onna, the fat seamstress said and she beckoned him to follow. She led him to the laundry, where Karl pulled the dirty articles he had worn for the execution and picked up the courtly clothing she had laid out. He pulled the white linen tunic on first and fasted it was a leather belt inlain with a large silver buckle. His slipped into brown wool trousers next and grabbed a pair of light leather boots. While I won’t appear filthy in front of my guests, high fashion is not something I care to waste my gold on.
Karl sat in his finely carved chair on the dais at the end of the hall. It sat to the right of an identical, but smaller chair where his wife sat*.* She wore a black and green dress with a modestly cut v-neck which exposed her pale skin. Her golden hair lay in one long braid along her shoulder. and her piercing blue eyes smiled back at Karl’s own green. This was the women he had fallen in love with the moment he first spoke to her. She had been less convinced, at first. While he had been the highest born of her many suitors, he had not been her first choice.
“I thought you were boring!” She would tease him later. “You barely said a word the first three times we met.”
“I was nervous.” He would reply. “You captured my heart and my wits that day in High Hibaltia.”
“Well, that wit is what won me. Perhaps I just borrowed it for a time.” She smiled.
Cleverness, justness, kindness. These are the things that make me love you.
The couple held each other's hands as they looked over the court. The chamberlain, Aldred, was quickly giving some last minute instructions to his son and another page, and they immediately scrambled to their work. Guards stood firmly at attention in front of the doors, knowing that they would be facing a hallway full of eager onlookers at any moment.
Their three children stood to the side, talking amongst themselves. Grimbold was the oldest. And doomed to die young, as my brother and uncle have. He was tall, taller than Karl even. He had the arms of a blacksmith’s apprentice and Karl’s own brown curls. He shared his mother’s sky blue eyes and slender nose, as well as her quick temper. He’ll want more responsibility soon. I’ve already denied him a squireship. Perhaps a minor position at court would assuage him.
Next to Grimbold was Charlotte, their only daughter. She too had Karl’s curly brown hair, but she wore it in a long braid, like her mother. She was just like Matilda, in fact. They were both skilled with numbers, and Charlotte’s fascination with bards rivaled Matilda’s own obsession. The two of them often pleaded with Karl to hire this performer or that one, and Duke Karl Klug, Lawspeaker of Bordrim, would not resist his girls, especially Charlotte. She had just turned fourteen, and would be expecting suitors soon. I doubt any of them would be worthy of her. The two of us share a thin patience for stupidity and love makes fools of us all. Especially this false, courtly love the Pawley’s have been peddling these last centuries.
And then there was Otto, the youngest of the three. He stood in between his brother and sister, obviously uncomfortable and being talked over. Nervous and shy, Otto had trouble making friends with children his age. He got along well enough with Wiglaf, but the two never actively sought each other out for play. Probably waiting for the other to make the first move. Karl thought to himself.
“Otto!” Karl yelled. The boy snapped nearly to attention. “Come here, lad. I have a surprise for you.” The boy warily came before his parents.
“Close your eyes and stick out your hands, Otto.” Matilda gently urged.
Otto did as he was told. “Karl dug around in his coin purse and pulled out the clover and a gold coin. He placed the two in Otto’s open palm.
His eyes beamed just before the rest of his face lit up. “Is it real?” He asked as he squealed at his gift.
“Just found it this morning. I figured, with you as my son, I already have all the luck I need.” Otto grinned wide, his missing baby teeth apparent in his otherwise toothy smirk. “Now, with that coin, I want you to find a book that we can read together. Would you like that?” “Yes, father! Yes, yes!” Otto exclaimed, almost shaking with excitement.
“Now get back to your place. The Elves will be here soon.:
“Yes, father!” Otto slipped the clover and coin into his own purse and hurried back to his siblings.
Matilda leaned over and kissed Karl on the forehead. “You’re a good man, Karl Klug.” His mind raced back to dawn, and the creaking of ropes. “I try to be, my love.” He kissed her forehead back. There was a commotion behind the doors to the hallway. It started as a low murmur, and then grew in size, becoming a roar of excitement.
Lemba, Karl’s tutor and resident Elf, took
The Elves had arrived.
Two figures, hooded in dark crimson cloaks, approached the dais. Less than a quarter of what I was told to expect. Behind them were six large, muscular, green skinned orcs bound together at wrist and ankle. Less than a tenth of what I had prepared for. Some Orcs had obviously suffered wounds in the recent past, black blood welling up through tightly wrapped bandages at shoulder, scalp, or thigh. Karl knew from past experience that were these wounds even a slight inconvenience to the Elves, the Orc would be killed with no more pity than lame donkey.
The two cloaked figures marched in a praticed cadence as they moved towards the Duke and Duchess. They all move like that in this room. Is it tradition? Or something more calculated? Lemba, can you enlighten me?
“In due time.” The elf’s voice answered in Karl’s mind. “For now, let us see who has survived the journey.
Karl cast a quick and silent spell to identify the travelers, his only tell was a twitch of the nose, which may have been mistaken for an aborted sneeze.
Viksna and Piske Dun Beske, twin siblings of a prominent Orhani family. Lemba leaned and whispered into Karl’s ear. “The youngest children of a powerful family of sorcerors. T
“Viksna and Piske you illuminate my land with your presence.” Karl’s voice boomed across the hall. It had been so long since he had shouted without magical amplification that he wondered if his throat could even yell anymore.
The two outsiders removed their hoods and stood with clasped hands and bowed heads. Their hair golden, their ears pointed, they were both of a similar height and build, shorter than most men in the room, and Karl could tell they were thin even under their robes.
“And you honor us with your hospitality, Lord Klug.” The pair said in unison.
“You’ve arrived sooner than expected. Was your trip pleasant?”
“We ran into some trouble with monsters, I’m afraid.” Piske said, matter of factly.
“ They devoured quite a few of our slaves.” Viksna added. And of course, the Shadow King must have his due. Our traveling companions were not to his liking. We two and The six Orcs you see behind us are all that is left, I’m afraid, out of the seventeen souls we departed with. Ah, yes. The older races call Haim by his title and dare not refer to him by name. A superstitious bunch, the Elves.
Three slaves for each of us is hardly fitting.” Piske scoffed.
“A shame. I will see that they are tended to. And my servants shall make up for your deficit. See these creatures to their quarters.” He ordered with a wave of his hand.
Guards cautiously herded the six chained beasts on the points of spears, but the broken creatures simply did as they were told and offered no resistance, not even a scowl. They were broken in mind and spirit, they simply existed to do as they were told. Even still, they looked as if they could crush a man’s skull without much effort, and so the guards insisted on caution. I cannot say I blame them.
The instant their slaves were gone from the room, the elves both went down to one knee, each pulling a small bundle from their cloaks. In unison they spoke. “We have come to pay tribute to the Lord of the Wald. Bordermaster, River Watcher, Upholder of the Pact. We offer these small tokens to you, Great Lord.”
Karl pushed up from his seat on the dais and walked towards the pair, gesturing them to stand. This well rehearsed speech never fails to delight my courtiers. “You have left your great capitol of Orhani to live amongst the lesser lived. You have endured freezing cold and driving rain. You have crossed river and mountain, field and fell, and traversed the Wald itself. You have fought beast and monster and seen many things that Man fears in his dreams. You have lost friends and companions along your way, and for that, you have our sympathy. However, all is not lost, and these deaths have not been in vain. You have proved yourselves worthy of fellowship through your very deeds. I bid you stand, as friends of Men.” The two figures stood, pulling back their hoods as the ritual demanded. They both looked as beautiful as painted godlings, young as if in their prime, though each must have seen a hundred years come and go.
The two approached, stepping slowly, deliberately, in unison to the dais where Karl sat. Piske stepped forward, leaving his sister still as a statue with her bundle still in her hands.
“For you, my lord. A gift.” He bowed and handed the package to Karl.
“Thank you, Piske.” Karl exchanged a rolled parchment for the gift. The container was small, and light. It could have been empty if Karl did not know better. He pulled the string holding everything together, and opened the paper wrapping. Inside was a ring, small and green, with all manner of beasts carved intricately on the sides.
“This is remarkable, Piske. You have my thanks.” Karl said as he turned the ring over in his hands. He spied an eagle, a fish, a rat, and a bear amongst the throng of creatures on the metal.
Piske looked to Lemba, eyes practically screaming for help. Lemba chuckled to himself for a moment and then cocked his head in Karl’s direction.
“May I approach, my lord?” the Elf asked in the elegant Elvish tongue, hands out stretched. Karl nodded his approval and he came forward. Piske leaned forward, taking the ring from the Lord’s hand and slipped the emerald ring onto his own left pointer finger.
“This ring is rather...peculiar, my lord. Observe.” The Elf cleared his throat and began to shout “Will one of you fellows come out? We’d like to make introductions.”
A heavy silence, followed by quiet, confused muttering amongst the onlookers. Then a shriek came from the rear of the crowd, growing louder and closer by the second.
That’s when it appeared before Karl’s eyes. It came forward at a run. Sharp claws, huge black eyes, and jagged yellow teeth.
“The ring summons rats?” Karl answered in Elvish in between laughs.
“Or maybe it makes the wearer forget his manners.” came a perfect Elvish reply from the rat. Karl’s eyes shot wide. Bhalik’s Maw. Did that rodent just speak? He regained his composure and looked around his court. Everyone was staring up at him. Had they all heard too?
“They can’t hear me, you big oaf. Only the ring bearer can.” Karl glanced at the green band around his finger. “My name is difficult to pronounce, but for the sake of simplicity, call me Ymaut. Piske tells me you have a rather large network of informants. How would you like to expand?
“We’ll discuss another time. Thank you, Piske. You honor me.”
Piske bowed. “Of course, my lord. My sister has brought you a gift as well” gesturing to his companion. He stepped back to take her place, while Viksna approached, bowed and held out her tribute. The thing she brought was bigger and heavier than her brother’s gift. When Karl had finished unwrapping it, he understood why.
“A Grimoire.” he said quietly.
“May I approach, my lord?” Karl nodded absently as he flipped through the pages.
Viksna whispered. “I am told you enjoy practicing magic. I would be happy to teach you, if you’d like.”
“This is too much to trade for a mere letter of safe conduct. Anything in my power to give you is yours, if you but name it.”
Viksna thought for only a brief moment. “Should there be an opening for a position in your court that I may be suitable for, I would like to enter your service.”
Lemba is leaving my service, to return to Outland. If you would care to remain here and assume his role upon his departure, I would welcome the company.” Karl said as he struggled to tear his eyes away from the book. That will be all for today. My servants will show you to your chambers. Should you want for anything at all, you need only ask and it is yours.”
The two bowed low. “You honor us, my lord.” the two Elves said as one. As they slowly walked from the hall, Karl’s Chamberlain, Aldred, whispered in his ear. “My lord, Sir Vanya has come to charge Baron Stevers as an oathbreaker. My duty calls. Karl thought, the grimoire still open in his hand.
2024.05.28 02:46 sparklyalbatross123 Moments of simple pleasures. Dear cousin J.
At Great-Aunt C's house.
I met cousin around my age.
J, one I allow to call me a specific nickname, because it makes you feel special. I havent seen you in over a decade, and I miss you terribly.
I hope you know it is not your fault we havent been able to see each other. It's not because of me not liking the presents you gave me for christmas, it's not because I felt awkward, it's not because you like trains and I don't. It''s not because of what the adults called "despite our differences", and it's not because of anything you did. It's not your fault.
Simply, Aunt C got divorced, which broke that connection of being "technically" cousins.
But I hope you know that, in my rationality, you are always my little cousin. I've kept the bop it smash and collapsable lightsaber you gave me as a long as I could. Even after I've begun to forget your name in the passing of time.
You're irreplaceable, J. I held onto all the memories. And in every memory I've recalled with a sigh, I speak of you with the utmost respect. Though, perhaps some things we both regret, I should keep secret. Hence I omit that in this letter.
I'll start chronologically. When I was about six or seven, I remember Great Papa had said something to, "You have a cousin about your age. You might think he's a little different, but please be respectful."
One time I asked someone about "my cousin J, I heard he's about my age and I'd like to meet him so we can play trains together." "Who?" said my Dad, "Ask suchandsuch, would know" So I asked suchandsuch, kindly, "What about my little cousin would be considered a little different? Such that I have to be respectful about it." And a man who knows you better than I do said, "Maybe it's because he really likes trains, and that's more of a boy's hobby." I added, a feminist since forever, "Well, did you know girls can like trains too? even if it's for boys."
Then I went to my Dad, "I think he's rather traditional, because he says only boys can like trains, can you please tell him that girls can like trains too? I want to play with him."
They had a conversation and agreed to let me play with J, so long as I'd be careful because I'm a bigger kid.
So I'd already learnt two rules by the time you could form memories when we met again a few years later.
One: Be careful not to hurt little kids because I'm bigger and stronger than them.
Two: Be respectful "because he's a little different". And I genuinely couldnt figure out that little different part either! I'm like, is it because he's younger than me? Is it because I'm a girl and he's a boy? Is it because I don't like trains as much?
And I was just like "cool, a little cousin I can play with!" Still am!
And sometimes adults were weird.
You might have heard from a friend of my Aunt's. (she is particularly loud and who I am not fond of but still invites herself to every family function Aunt is a part of), "Hey make sure he's included, because (my nickname) really likes him."
That "really likes him" part was a jump to conclusions. "She likes to play with her little cousin" Would be more accurate of my consideration.
I hope you got to hear, "Hey, he's a part of the family too."
Their deliberations didn't make sense to me.
You and me couldnt figure it out either. I thought maybe it was just because she'd recently gotten married and so family arrangements were difficult to figure out.
Later my Dad got married to his second wife. I'm not particularly fond of her for numerous things I don't care to list.
I was eating a slice of watermelon, the juice dripping down my elbows. I asked her "How do I eat this without making a mess?" She says "ask your cousin J, he's an expert at eating watermelon"
I replied suspiciously, "Wait really? I dont even know if he likes watermelon all that much."
She walked away without saying another peep on the matter. But because I trusted adults, I casually asked my little cousin, "hey could you teach me how to eat watermelon without making a big mess?"
and he said, a hint of betrayed feeling in his voice "Why would you ask me that? You know I don't like watermelon."
"I figured as much because I hadn't seen you enjoying them so much as I do. I only asked because (name of stepmom) said you were an expert and so I should ask you."
He left the room. I finished my slices and followed him outside to play.
"Hey don't you have a swimsuit?"
"Yeah these are swimtrunks your dad lent me. What about you?"
"I cant play in the water because I havent brought a swimsuit."
"Go ask your stepmom about it, because she's an expert."
"I don't know her that well, but so far I don't really like my dad's new girlfriend," I said, "I like you though."
"I like you too," he says.
I went inside. Expressed that I wanted to play but hadnt brought a swimsuit. The adults thought up a solution. It was suggested I could wear a big t-shirt over underwear because the jeans would get too soggy. I asked if I could get swimming shorts over those. They said if I could find a pair, yes. "A pair of shorts?" In a sarcastic tone, "Oh, yeah, shorts" (between the ladies was hushed and harsh jabber, "Don't be inappropriate!")
I was told to run upstairs ("no, walk!") and ask for a big t-shirt.
I was also told that I wasnt allowed to go out without putting on sunscreen first, and that I should reapply it every 45 minutes.
Annoyed, I halfway put on the sunscreen and impatiently sprinted out the door with the bottle in hand. I should note. On one side of my family is very pale and burns easily. The other side just gets darker in the sun and doesnt have to be as careful about sunburns. As you can guess, I was with the paler side at the time.
With the bottle in hand I parroted to my little cousin, "Hey, don't forget sunscreen!"
"I don't need sunscreen," he says.
"Wait really? But what about sunburns?"
"I'm black, I don't get sunburnt."
(I say with my best attempt at sarcasm), "What really? I had noo idea. I thought you were casper the ghost!"
"What? Oh. Was that your attempt at humor?" He said condescendingly.
"Ah, forget it."
"Cool. I'm gonna go slide now." He stands and says awkwardly, casually pointing to the slide with one thumb.
"Wait, what do you mean you don't need sunscreen? Everyone needs sunscreen It protects you from the sun."
"I told you, I don't need it. Why do you care?"
"Well, it's my responsiblity as your big cousin to keep you safe. Hence, you're not allowed to play on the slipnslide until you put on sunscreen."
"..."
"Don't worry, I'll wait with you too."
"You shouldn't have to wait for my dumbass to put on sunscreen."
"Okay, first off, it's not okay to call yourself a dumbass. And I was gonna wait anyway. Because if I hop in too early the water will get the sunscreen into my eyes and sting."
"Fine, I'll put on sunscreen if you'll stop telling me to do it. Can I have the bottle?"
"Yes, of course."
He holds the bottle, and thinks for a moment, "Wait, could you tell me how to put on sunscreen?"
"Oh, I don't know the words to tell how. But I can show you how I do it and you can copy me. That sound okay?"
"Sure."
"So first I pour this much onto my hand, then I rub it on my arms because I already did my legs. But you should also put it on the legs too. It's important to put sunscreen on both the arms and legs because the sun gets on them both."
"Wait, how much?"
"Just enough so that..." "Oh, I mentioned arms and legs. But it goes on the face too. Just use a little so it doesn't get in your eyes. Oh and, when my Dad does sunscreen he puts it over his ears and between the parts where the hair goes too (the proper word "scalp" was not added to my vocabulary yet), so it doesnt turn red either. He says not to forget little things like that when I am applying the sunscreen."
"Okay, ears and hair too?"
"Yes, you got it! Not too much up top though."
"Yeah I put on sunscreen now we can play!"
(chuckling), "Wait J we gotta wait for the sunscreen to soak in so it doesnt wash off in the water!--"
"Weee"
("Ope, there he goes.")
"It's your turn to ride the slipnslide."
"Thanks. I'm a little scared though."
"Why, what's wrong?"
"I don't know how to ride the slipnslide. I guess that it's your turn to teach me something."
"Sure, I can teach you, just run but not too fast or you'll trip over, then do a belly flop and say 'weee'."
"Oh, so like a penguin!"
"Yeah, like a penguin."
"Ok I'll try it. Weee," then, "Aaa, I did it! I really did it. Yay!"
He says in a cartoonish voice, "Cowabunga. Look out beloooow!"
(copying how he said that in jest) "Oh no! Don't crash into meee." (thunk)
We stare at each other, and just start laughing.
"You okay?" I hurredly ask him.
"Yeah, are you? Sorry I cowabunga'd on you."
"My dad says 'it's all fun and games til someone gets hurt.' So I'm just happy that neither of us got hurt."
We walked back up the hill.
He says, "Wait, do you pronounce it like knee-ther or nye-ther? I've heard it said like both."
I say, "Aw man, I have no idea. I think I say knee-ther, but nye-ther works too! I mean it doesnt work like a job, it just does in a sentence."
"Yeah I understand what you mean," he says, and spits onto the slipnslide.
"Okay good. Happy to hear we're on the same page, wait did you just spit onto the slipnslide?"
"Uh, I might've. What about it?"
"Why?"
"It's just something my _ does. He says something serious then spits down and when I asked why he said its for 'emphasis.' I don't know what emphasis means, though.
mw "I don't know what emphasis means either."
him "You wanna go first this time?"
me "First at what?"
him "The slipnslide. You're kinda thick, y'know."
me: "Thick? I think I'm thin."
him: "Exactly."
me: "I don't want to go."
him: "why?"
"well, because you spit on it. that's kinda gross y'know."
"You think I'm gross?"
"What? No. You're not gross. I think you're rather nice. I just think it's just kinda gross to spit on things. And I dont want you to get in trouble because there's spit on the slidnslide because I'm supposed to be setting a good example for a little kid, so they'll say you did it because I did."
"I didn't mean to spit on it." (he gets sad).
"Here, I'll spit on it too, now we're even. And you're just a little kid who doesn't know any better. I'm bigger than you, in years I mean, I am aware that we're about the same in height. The point being I should know better. So if anyone asks why there's spit on the slidnslide, I'll say it was my idea."
"You'd do that for me?"
"Why wouldn't I? (You said we should protect eachother.) You protect me, and I protect you. We're even."
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I met cousin around my age.
J, one I allow to call me a specific nickname, because it makes you feel special. I havent seen you in over a decade, and I miss you terribly.
I hope you know it is not your fault we havent been able to see each other. It's not because of me not liking the presents you gave me for christmas, it's not because I felt awkward, it's not because you like trains and I don't. It''s not because of what the adults called "despite our differences", and it's not because of anything you did. It's not your fault.
Simply, Aunt C got divorced, which broke that connection of being "technically" cousins.
But I hope you know that, in my rationality, you are always my little cousin. I've kept the bop it smash and collapsable lightsaber you gave me as a long as I could. Even after I've begun to forget your name in the passing of time.
You're irreplaceable, J. I held onto all the memories. And in every memory I've recalled with a sigh, I speak of you with the utmost respect. Though, perhaps some things we both regret, I should keep secret. Hence I omit that in this letter.
I'll start chronologically. When I was about six or seven, I remember Great Papa had said something to, "You have a cousin about your age. You might think he's a little different, but please be respectful."
One time I asked someone about "my cousin J, I heard he's about my age and I'd like to meet him so we can play trains together." "Who?" said my Dad, "Ask suchandsuch, would know" So I asked suchandsuch, kindly, "What about my little cousin would be considered a little different? Such that I have to be respectful about it." And a man who knows you better than I do said, "Maybe it's because he really likes trains, and that's more of a boy's hobby." I added, a feminist since forever, "Well, did you know girls can like trains too? even if it's for boys."
Then I went to my Dad, "I think he's rather traditional, because he says only boys can like trains, can you please tell him that girls can like trains too? I want to play with him."
They had a conversation and agreed to let me play with J, so long as I'd be careful because I'm a bigger kid.
So I'd already learnt two rules by the time you could form memories when we met again a few years later.
One: Be careful not to hurt little kids because I'm bigger and stronger than them.
Two: Be respectful "because he's a little different". And I genuinely couldnt figure out that little different part either! I'm like, is it because he's younger than me? Is it because I'm a girl and he's a boy? Is it because I don't like trains as much?
And I was just like "cool, a little cousin I can play with!" Still am!
And sometimes adults were weird.
You might have heard from a friend of my Aunt's. (she is particularly loud and who I am not fond of but still invites herself to every family function Aunt is a part of), "Hey make sure he's included, because (my nickname) really likes him."
That "really likes him" part was a jump to conclusions. "She likes to play with her little cousin" Would be more accurate of my consideration.
I hope you got to hear, "Hey, he's a part of the family too."
Their deliberations didn't make sense to me.
You and me couldnt figure it out either. I thought maybe it was just because she'd recently gotten married and so family arrangements were difficult to figure out.
Later my Dad got married to his second wife. I'm not particularly fond of her for numerous things I don't care to list.
I was eating a slice of watermelon, the juice dripping down my elbows. I asked her "How do I eat this without making a mess?" She says "ask your cousin J, he's an expert at eating watermelon"
I replied suspiciously, "Wait really? I dont even know if he likes watermelon all that much."
She walked away without saying another peep on the matter. But because I trusted adults, I casually asked my little cousin, "hey could you teach me how to eat watermelon without making a big mess?"
and he said, a hint of betrayed feeling in his voice "Why would you ask me that? You know I don't like watermelon."
"I figured as much because I hadn't seen you enjoying them so much as I do. I only asked because (name of stepmom) said you were an expert and so I should ask you."
He left the room. I finished my slices and followed him outside to play.
"Hey don't you have a swimsuit?"
"Yeah these are swimtrunks your dad lent me. What about you?"
"I cant play in the water because I havent brought a swimsuit."
"Go ask your stepmom about it, because she's an expert."
"I don't know her that well, but so far I don't really like my dad's new girlfriend," I said, "I like you though."
"I like you too," he says.
I went inside. Expressed that I wanted to play but hadnt brought a swimsuit. The adults thought up a solution. It was suggested I could wear a big t-shirt over underwear because the jeans would get too soggy. I asked if I could get swimming shorts over those. They said if I could find a pair, yes. "A pair of shorts?" In a sarcastic tone, "Oh, yeah, shorts" (between the ladies was hushed and harsh jabber, "Don't be inappropriate!")
I was told to run upstairs ("no, walk!") and ask for a big t-shirt.
I was also told that I wasnt allowed to go out without putting on sunscreen first, and that I should reapply it every 45 minutes.
Annoyed, I halfway put on the sunscreen and impatiently sprinted out the door with the bottle in hand. I should note. On one side of my family is very pale and burns easily. The other side just gets darker in the sun and doesnt have to be as careful about sunburns. As you can guess, I was with the paler side at the time.
With the bottle in hand I parroted to my little cousin, "Hey, don't forget sunscreen!"
"I don't need sunscreen," he says.
"Wait really? But what about sunburns?"
"I'm black, I don't get sunburnt."
(I say with my best attempt at sarcasm), "What really? I had noo idea. I thought you were casper the ghost!"
"What? Oh. Was that your attempt at humor?" He said condescendingly.
"Ah, forget it."
"Cool. I'm gonna go slide now." He stands and says awkwardly, casually pointing to the slide with one thumb.
"Wait, what do you mean you don't need sunscreen? Everyone needs sunscreen It protects you from the sun."
"I told you, I don't need it. Why do you care?"
"Well, it's my responsiblity as your big cousin to keep you safe. Hence, you're not allowed to play on the slipnslide until you put on sunscreen."
"..."
"Don't worry, I'll wait with you too."
"You shouldn't have to wait for my dumbass to put on sunscreen."
"Okay, first off, it's not okay to call yourself a dumbass. And I was gonna wait anyway. Because if I hop in too early the water will get the sunscreen into my eyes and sting."
"Fine, I'll put on sunscreen if you'll stop telling me to do it. Can I have the bottle?"
"Yes, of course."
He holds the bottle, and thinks for a moment, "Wait, could you tell me how to put on sunscreen?"
"Oh, I don't know the words to tell how. But I can show you how I do it and you can copy me. That sound okay?"
"Sure."
"So first I pour this much onto my hand, then I rub it on my arms because I already did my legs. But you should also put it on the legs too. It's important to put sunscreen on both the arms and legs because the sun gets on them both."
"Wait, how much?"
"Just enough so that..." "Oh, I mentioned arms and legs. But it goes on the face too. Just use a little so it doesn't get in your eyes. Oh and, when my Dad does sunscreen he puts it over his ears and between the parts where the hair goes too (the proper word "scalp" was not added to my vocabulary yet), so it doesnt turn red either. He says not to forget little things like that when I am applying the sunscreen."
"Okay, ears and hair too?"
"Yes, you got it! Not too much up top though."
"Yeah I put on sunscreen now we can play!"
(chuckling), "Wait J we gotta wait for the sunscreen to soak in so it doesnt wash off in the water!--"
"Weee"
("Ope, there he goes.")
"It's your turn to ride the slipnslide."
"Thanks. I'm a little scared though."
"Why, what's wrong?"
"I don't know how to ride the slipnslide. I guess that it's your turn to teach me something."
"Sure, I can teach you, just run but not too fast or you'll trip over, then do a belly flop and say 'weee'."
"Oh, so like a penguin!"
"Yeah, like a penguin."
"Ok I'll try it. Weee," then, "Aaa, I did it! I really did it. Yay!"
He says in a cartoonish voice, "Cowabunga. Look out beloooow!"
(copying how he said that in jest) "Oh no! Don't crash into meee." (thunk)
We stare at each other, and just start laughing.
"You okay?" I hurredly ask him.
"Yeah, are you? Sorry I cowabunga'd on you."
"My dad says 'it's all fun and games til someone gets hurt.' So I'm just happy that neither of us got hurt."
We walked back up the hill.
He says, "Wait, do you pronounce it like knee-ther or nye-ther? I've heard it said like both."
I say, "Aw man, I have no idea. I think I say knee-ther, but nye-ther works too! I mean it doesnt work like a job, it just does in a sentence."
"Yeah I understand what you mean," he says, and spits onto the slipnslide.
"Okay good. Happy to hear we're on the same page, wait did you just spit onto the slipnslide?"
"Uh, I might've. What about it?"
"Why?"
"It's just something my _ does. He says something serious then spits down and when I asked why he said its for 'emphasis.' I don't know what emphasis means, though.
mw "I don't know what emphasis means either."
him "You wanna go first this time?"
me "First at what?"
him "The slipnslide. You're kinda thick, y'know."
me: "Thick? I think I'm thin."
him: "Exactly."
me: "I don't want to go."
him: "why?"
"well, because you spit on it. that's kinda gross y'know."
"You think I'm gross?"
"What? No. You're not gross. I think you're rather nice. I just think it's just kinda gross to spit on things. And I dont want you to get in trouble because there's spit on the slidnslide because I'm supposed to be setting a good example for a little kid, so they'll say you did it because I did."
"I didn't mean to spit on it." (he gets sad).
"Here, I'll spit on it too, now we're even. And you're just a little kid who doesn't know any better. I'm bigger than you, in years I mean, I am aware that we're about the same in height. The point being I should know better. So if anyone asks why there's spit on the slidnslide, I'll say it was my idea."
"You'd do that for me?"
"Why wouldn't I? (You said we should protect eachother.) You protect me, and I protect you. We're even."
2024.05.28 02:41 Zestyclose_Worth_232 Do NASCAR drivers nowadays show up in the New Jersey area?
All I know about NASCAR driver activity in the state of New Jersey is… -Sage Karam and Joe Graf Jr. showing up to Minor League Baseball games for the Somerset Patriots for two straight years, as part of a promotion -Danny Bohn, Patrick Emerling, and some fellow Tour Modified drivers showing up for Turkey Derby at Wall Stadium, but despite a ton of fans showing up every year, driver activity with fans is limited -Andy J competing at Indoor National races in Atlantic City and at Turkey Derby in a Tour Modified -Lavar Scott competing in the East Coast Indoor Dirt Nationals in Trenton
Was thinking of writing letters to some places around my home to see if they can hold NASCAR related events. North Carolina is clearly the state with the most driver activity since that’s where most drivers spend their downtime. If there is any upcoming driver activity in or around my home state, please let me know. I will be at Pocono in July too. Thanks! :)
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Was thinking of writing letters to some places around my home to see if they can hold NASCAR related events. North Carolina is clearly the state with the most driver activity since that’s where most drivers spend their downtime. If there is any upcoming driver activity in or around my home state, please let me know. I will be at Pocono in July too. Thanks! :)
2024.05.28 02:35 Brave-Television-907 CPA to Internal Auditor
I’m currently a CPA at a small public accounting firm where I work on both audit and tax, but primarily audit. I’ve worked here for 9 years and should be promoted to manager soon. I started working part time (30 hours now) after I started having children. I’m considering a switch from accounting to internal audit. Do you believe it’s necessary to attain the CIA certification to be a competitive candidate for an internal audit position even if I have a CPA license? Is this career path as stable as accounting? If I switched jobs I would like to keep working 30 hours a week and make roughly 80k. Is that a reasonable expectation? Lots of questions but thanks in advance!
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2024.05.28 02:26 Vegetable-Ear-9731 Why I Still Hate Wandavision
Wandavision was a show that, for me, came at the best of times and the worst of times. When it was announced I didn’t like going to see MCU movies in the theater, with it becoming a common thing for me to skip them. I liked video essays about Disney and the MCU at the time, with Mauler’s videos being some of my favorites, but the video essays that I normally watched were definitely more positive and included creators that EFAP would feature on their shows.
This comes with the caveat that I didn’t really ‘like’ those positive creators, like Captain Midnight, for me it was mostly about the comment sections. When I wanted to talk with people about how great something was I’d go to positive creators, when I wanted to talk with people about how bad something was I’d go to negative creators. If I’m being honest, I didn’t even really listen to the creators most of the time, so they could have said literally anything and I wouldn’t have cared as long as the comment sections were willing to chat with me.
One of my favorite things to do, even to this day, is talk with other people about my theories for tv shows that I like. It’s something that almost always led me to feeling frustrated because, well, people take fan theories too seriously, but not in the way that the average person might think.
For instance, when someone spends an evening, or realistically just an hour at most, to come up with a theory as to why Luke Skywalker in the movies might actually be gay, they’re not usually taking it too seriously, but people assume that they are. What usually happens is that the people who take it seriously are the ones who don’t want to engage with the theory, the people who comment “It’s just a movie, bro,” and act as though the person devoted their entire life into obsessing over the possibility of Luke Skywalker being gay.
To me, that’s always been a bit of a buzzkill. Imagine having fun socializing with other people, having a discussion about a hypothetical scenario related to something you like, and then some guy goes up to your group, says “This is stupid and you’re stupid,” and then you feel bad and stop. It’s one of the reasons why I don’t like AnomalyInc because I really don’t want to hear “They ruined this movie to please the theory cultists,” over and over again, partially because I think the opposite is true. I think that part of what ruined the MCU wasn’t that they specifically created the movies to appeal to people who enjoy discussing theories, but because they started actively mocking people who like discussing theories with the shows as well as the movies because they wanted to earn favor with people on Tumblr and the EFAP crowd who actively express disdain for fan theories.
In various MCU shows, notably She-Hulk, fan theories were mocked and so were the fans. Intrigue became rare since the shows often only had a single season with the characters introduced either never appearing again, or never having a major impact when they did re-appear. There was often very little point in discussing theories about what would happen to a character like Shang-Chi because we knew that even though people generally liked the Shang-Chi movie and it was successful, we’d probably never see him again, or only see him in an Avengers movie which was years away.
For me, at the time of Wandavision, life was pretty great. I was making friends online and having fun talking with people due to excitement for Disney and the MCU being at something of a high point. We had The Mandalorian, which I enjoyed for the first two seasons, and I was having a great time talking about the show with people. EFAP didn’t like The Mandalorian, and while I’d agree with their criticisms my attitude was “I don’t care what EFAP or The Critical Drinker thinks, I’m having fun talking about it with my internet buddies about the show.”
However, my sister was not a Star Wars fan, and we’d both mostly fallen off from watching superhero movies. Wandavision was something different that I hoped would allow me to have the same relationship with her as my internet friends. We’d watch episodes of Wandavision, discuss what we saw, talk about theories and we’d have a fun time. That was the hope that I had for the series.
So, the day of the first episode happened and it was exactly what I wanted from it. An interesting premise, great acting, and it really felt like a decent show that could promote discussion amongst fans. Me, my sister, and my internet friends all watched it and had some great discussions on the mystery of the show. Now, it should be noted that everyone that I talked to thought that the descriptions of each episode on Disney+, the premise of the show and, well, everything about the show itself was making it really obvious that Wanda was behind everything, to the point where it felt like every single scene had a big sign saying “WANDA DID IT,” on-screen. In fact, we thought that it was so obvious that it would be extremely unsatisfying if they just said “Yeah, Wanda did this because she was sad that Vision died,” instead of “It was Mephisto that did it,” or pretty much anything else. If it had been revealed that it was a random evil cat with magic powers that would have been more satisfying than what actually happened.
What we got was Agatha All Along, where Marvel literally mocked everyone who ever had a fan theory about the show and then revealed that Wanda did everything in Westview because she was, ‘yawn’, sad that Vision had… Zzzz… so boring…
Something that I don’t think that EFAP understands is that comic book fans, at least the ones that care about the lore, are used to the lore being messed-up from story to story because continuity isn’t really a strong priority in comics. The writers pretend that there’s strong continuity, but there are often so many retcons and twists in the continuity that a lot of fans just pick and choose what their idea of what is and isn’t canon is. Arguably the most infamous example is in The Clone Saga with Spider-Man where it was revealed that Peter had a baby with Mary-Jane, then the baby was taken by Norman Osborne and, as far as I know, the baby was never seen or mentioned again. Peter Parker’s baby was literally forgotten.
That is something that fans accept, and in fact whenever I say that something doesn’t make sense, or even assassinates a character, pretty much everyone that I know who likes the MCU literally says: “Oh yeah, EVERY MCU MOVIE is poorly-written. They’re all just dumb superhero movies, and the writing has never, ever, made any sense.”
That is the audience that the MCU had, an audience of people who would continue to watch the movies despite thinking that they were all terrible films, even the well-written ones like Civil War and Infinity War, as long as they could talk about the movies with people. It’s like the Five Nights At Freddy’s fandom.
The thing is that other shows have done similar “Screw the fans,” moments that were far worse than Agatha All Along. South Park famously devoted an entire episode dedicated to trolling their fans, The Simpsons routinely mocked their fans, and Aqua Teen Hunger Force had moments where characters would literally turn to face the camera and tell their audience “You’re a loser.”
But, those shows all had good writing and, more importantly, an extremely loyal fanbase, plus they were primarily comedy shows so even if you did feel offended by those moments where the show essentially said “I don’t like you,” you could say “Haha, that was a really funny joke.”
I don’t think that Disney was aware of how ballsy that decision was. When a well-written webcomic takes a shot at their fans, the personal connection the artist/writer has with their fans softens the blow, and if it doesn’t, the people working on the webcomic often don’t have much to lose if the fans are genuinely upset. With Disney, people are always looking for reasons to dislike the things that they put out, with even The Critic saying that the beloved animated movies they released in the 90s were overrated. I would go as far as to say that even after more than 10 years of the MCU dominating pop culture and the box office, Disney never really had the loyalty from their fanbase they wanted, and that most of their fans are very eager to stop watching MCU content if they see something in that content that personally offended them. In other words, they’ll watch Quantumania, hate the new Cassie, watch Guardians Of The Galaxy 3 because they’re invested in that branch of the MCU, and then skip The Marvels.
A trend in post-Endgame MCU felt like the projects featuring new actors and writers, at least new to the MCU, was that those actors and writers didn’t seem to understand what the MCU was. It wasn’t necessarily that it felt like they were disrespecting the MCU, it was that it felt like those people only saw the MCU as a way to advance their own public profiles.
I guess the best way to describe what I mean would be the Family Guy episode Brian’s A Bad Father where Brian gets a job writing for a Disney project. For every other writer, working on a Disney project is just a job so they half-heartedly suggest things like an episode about the characters going to Prom, while Brian is desperate to seem smarter than he is and make an impact in the industry so he suggests an episode about school shootings.
The problem is that the typical Disney writers suggesting an episode about Prom are depicted as the smarter people and Brian is depicted as a moron in that scenario. But, both sides are kinda bad, at least for science-fiction adventure franchises, for different reasons. The side of the Disney writers is that since their attitude is presented as casually having a character go through an important event, at least to a high schooler, that presents an opportunity to mess up characters in a way that the writers might not be thinking about. Or, to put it another way, The Falcon And The Winter Soldier was filled with writing decisions that might have been made by those fictional Disney writers, and it was terrible.
“So, writers, what should we do with this tv show about Falcon, which will be about beloved characters Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes dealing with a terrorist group in a post-snap world?”
“What if we make the terrorist leader a cute girl?”
“Wouldn’t it be cool if Sam discovers a new black superhero?”
“We should introduce a cool new place full of supervillains that other projects can use in the future.”
The thing is that not every plot point needs to be an important event, especially in a tv show. Some of the best moments, and even entire episodes, of Star Trek: The Next Generation were when the crew members were allowed to goof off, to talk to their parents, to get stranded on a planet, or just to do their jobs. You don’t need to have Sam’s parents be struggling for money and require him to help them out of a financial hole to write a good scene with Sam having a chat with his parents, but it feels like the writers felt like they needed to stuff scenes with unnecessary baggage, which makes the stories they’re telling feel very immature.
Brian is obviously worse since his suggestions involve the characters that he is writing for to do really big, explosive things all of the time, which is another problem with the MCU. It feels like far too often a character will do something like destroy all of time and space within a single movie or a single season of a tv show, and then either face no consequences for doing so (Sylvie, Wanda) or have it never be addressed again. The thing is, Brian’s idea of a school shooting episode isn’t necessarily bad if it is taken seriously with characters permanently dying, characters dealing with their injuries, and the person responsible for the shooting facing consequences for what they did. The problem is that it is inappropriate to have that on a Disney show because they wouldn’t want to deal with any of that. They’d have the school shooting episode, and then every other episode in the series would completely ignore it, perhaps only bringing it up occasionally as a joke, like “Hey, remember when Scott got upset that Kate dumped him so he shot a bunch of kids? Lol, who gets that upset over a break-up?”
That actually happens in Wandavision where Vision’s death, which was a very poignant sacrifice that was taken seriously at the time, was treated like a silly thing worthy of mockery in the Wandavision show.
I guess what I’m saying is that for an adventure series that relies heavily on lore and previous events, you shouldn’t have ‘normal’ writers that are simply tossing out ‘normal’ ideas, but you also shouldn’t have writers like Brian Griffin strutting in and announcing that they have a great new idea for Loki which is that it turns out that all of time and space is ruled by He Who Remains.
It’s honestly a big problem with our entertainment that it’s presented as though we can either have apathetic people who just accept a job writing for an MCU project to pay their rent that don’t really care about the project much at all, or we can have an auteur that wants to make grand, sweeping changes that radically change the MCU. For some strange reason, we can’t have a writer spend an evening watching some necessary MCU movies to understand the context of what they’re writing for, read a wiki, and check out the subreddits dedicated to the MCU to learn what the expectations of the fans are for the franchise moving forward.
It’s depressing because typical MCU projects post-Endgame have so many resources at their disposal that other creatives would be able to do absolutely amazing things with, yet the MCU is clearly struggling to do amazing things with those resources. For instance, I would literally kill someone to be given a $1 million budget for a project that has a single wiki that I could check for information and a subreddit with only a few comments featuring feedback from fans. Secret Invasion had a budget of more than $200 million, as well as multiple wikis, and not only thousands of comments with feedback from fans but also many very accessible video essays about the MCU, yet it was awful. My $1 million project might have also been awful, but since it seems like most projects at least earn a few million dollars at the box office regardless of whether or not people even like the project, I can safely say that it would have probably earned money.
The MCU had so many things going for it that other franchises just don’t have and never will have. Hundreds of millions of dollars in funding, the full support of an enormous media company, an extremely devoted fanbase that would tolerate mistakes that other franchises couldn’t get away with, top-tier celebrities and actors being involved with the projects. It’s actually weirdly impressive how often Disney has made terrible decisions with their franchises that were primarily motivated by the writers they hired showing disdain for their own fans, like how Toy Story 4 was made specifically to crap on The Pixar Theory, and how She-Hulk was made specifically to target angry male fans upset at the direction the franchise seemed to be going.
The problem with Agatha All Along is that there was no subtlety behind it. Disney literally told their own fans, through their own show, that they didn’t like fan theories, and that they wouldn’t be doing anything to reward fans for paying attention to what they established in the show because it would never lead to anything interesting. For the former point, I think they knew what they were doing, but I don’t think they understood the implications of the latter point.
What I mean is that they basically told their fans that they would never, ever do anything interesting with their universe going forward that involved setting things up in advance and paying them off later. If you saw a reference to Victor Von Doom in an episode of Loki, for instance, Disney assured you that you shouldn’t get excited for a Doctor Doom appearance in the future because it’s nothing more than a reference, and if they did bring Doctor Doom into the MCU he’d likely only appear in a single movie and the reference would have absolutely no impact on what would be done with the character, it would simply be a reference, nothing more and nothing less, so shut up and never mention it to anyone, and especially don’t try to discuss it on Reddit or Youtube because that would make you a loser.
After Agatha All Along happened, the people who hated fan theories became even more annoying and smug because the show agreed with them. People who know me are aware that I would consider myself as having PTSD from that era because I remember how the internet landscape, at least my parts of the internet changed after that. Whenever anyone brought up a theory about anything related to the MCU, some a-hole would jump in and say “IT WAS AGATHA ALL ALONG, LOL,” which made me reluctant to even join in on any discussions relating to the MCU. I also remember the Youtubers I followed seem more solemn when discussing future episodes.
But, the worst part was that I asked my sister and my online friends if they wanted to watch the next episode and talk about it, and their response was “No… I don’t want to watch this show anymore,” and, yeah, I agreed with them. I didn’t want to keep watching a show that apparently hated me, mainly because the show wasn’t actually very interesting or engaging. I didn’t like the characters, I didn’t like the premise, I didn’t like the story, the only thing that I liked was the mystery and since I was told explicitly that the mystery would have a very disappointing resolution I just stopped caring about the show.
I was depressed for a long time after Wandavision because a bad show is a bad show and while I might be frustrated at a show being bad it doesn’t usually affect me personally, but Wandavision definitely had a major impact on me because my friend groups and my relationship with my sister was severely damaged. Something that had binded us all together had just slapped us all in the face and encouraged other people to slap us in a similar way. We were sad, we were angry, and we’d either ignore each other or lash out at each other because of our feelings. The worst part was that we felt like we couldn’t just talk about those negative feelings because it is embarrassing to say “I… I really hated Wandavision. That part when the show made fun of me made me feel very hurt. I know it was a joke, and it’s just a stupid show, and I shouldn’t get so upset about it because that’s childish, but I still feel very upset,” and feeling like you had to hide your feelings from the world because you fear the world mocking you for those feelings (let’s be honest, EFAP proves that those fears were completely justified) does strange things to your mind.
A mini-series on Disney+ shouldn’t make anyone feel those types of emotions, it should be a simple story well-told, not a meta commentary on social issues of the day. It should be so easy to satisfy Disney fans, especially MCU fans, and the fact that not only has Disney failed repeatedly by angering fans with these projects, they do it over and over and over again with so many terrible projects, from She-Hulk (which even Angry Joe hated) to Echo to The Marvels to The Eternals to Quantumania to Secret Invasion to The Falcon And The Winter Soldier to Wakanda Forever. But, although the problems didn’t start with Wandavision, the disdain for the audience and the flaws in whatever writing process is used to write those projects was never made clearer than it was in Wandavision. Being brutally honest, any critic that labeled Wandavision as not only a good show, but a great show, like RedLetterMedia, lost a lot of credibility because it not only wasn’t a good show, it was a show that was so obviously terrible that it literally told the audience that it was a terrible show, and when a show goes that far to say “I’m a bad show,” and you still say “Well, actually, it was an amazing show because the main character was sad,” that’s just embarrassing and you should feel at least some shame.
It says a lot about how low our standards are for western media when a show is regarded as the best of the best that we can produce if a character displays some sort of emotion, like how Fallout is praised because it features a main character that is happy, and how Wandavision is praised because it features a main character that is sad.
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This comes with the caveat that I didn’t really ‘like’ those positive creators, like Captain Midnight, for me it was mostly about the comment sections. When I wanted to talk with people about how great something was I’d go to positive creators, when I wanted to talk with people about how bad something was I’d go to negative creators. If I’m being honest, I didn’t even really listen to the creators most of the time, so they could have said literally anything and I wouldn’t have cared as long as the comment sections were willing to chat with me.
One of my favorite things to do, even to this day, is talk with other people about my theories for tv shows that I like. It’s something that almost always led me to feeling frustrated because, well, people take fan theories too seriously, but not in the way that the average person might think.
For instance, when someone spends an evening, or realistically just an hour at most, to come up with a theory as to why Luke Skywalker in the movies might actually be gay, they’re not usually taking it too seriously, but people assume that they are. What usually happens is that the people who take it seriously are the ones who don’t want to engage with the theory, the people who comment “It’s just a movie, bro,” and act as though the person devoted their entire life into obsessing over the possibility of Luke Skywalker being gay.
To me, that’s always been a bit of a buzzkill. Imagine having fun socializing with other people, having a discussion about a hypothetical scenario related to something you like, and then some guy goes up to your group, says “This is stupid and you’re stupid,” and then you feel bad and stop. It’s one of the reasons why I don’t like AnomalyInc because I really don’t want to hear “They ruined this movie to please the theory cultists,” over and over again, partially because I think the opposite is true. I think that part of what ruined the MCU wasn’t that they specifically created the movies to appeal to people who enjoy discussing theories, but because they started actively mocking people who like discussing theories with the shows as well as the movies because they wanted to earn favor with people on Tumblr and the EFAP crowd who actively express disdain for fan theories.
In various MCU shows, notably She-Hulk, fan theories were mocked and so were the fans. Intrigue became rare since the shows often only had a single season with the characters introduced either never appearing again, or never having a major impact when they did re-appear. There was often very little point in discussing theories about what would happen to a character like Shang-Chi because we knew that even though people generally liked the Shang-Chi movie and it was successful, we’d probably never see him again, or only see him in an Avengers movie which was years away.
For me, at the time of Wandavision, life was pretty great. I was making friends online and having fun talking with people due to excitement for Disney and the MCU being at something of a high point. We had The Mandalorian, which I enjoyed for the first two seasons, and I was having a great time talking about the show with people. EFAP didn’t like The Mandalorian, and while I’d agree with their criticisms my attitude was “I don’t care what EFAP or The Critical Drinker thinks, I’m having fun talking about it with my internet buddies about the show.”
However, my sister was not a Star Wars fan, and we’d both mostly fallen off from watching superhero movies. Wandavision was something different that I hoped would allow me to have the same relationship with her as my internet friends. We’d watch episodes of Wandavision, discuss what we saw, talk about theories and we’d have a fun time. That was the hope that I had for the series.
So, the day of the first episode happened and it was exactly what I wanted from it. An interesting premise, great acting, and it really felt like a decent show that could promote discussion amongst fans. Me, my sister, and my internet friends all watched it and had some great discussions on the mystery of the show. Now, it should be noted that everyone that I talked to thought that the descriptions of each episode on Disney+, the premise of the show and, well, everything about the show itself was making it really obvious that Wanda was behind everything, to the point where it felt like every single scene had a big sign saying “WANDA DID IT,” on-screen. In fact, we thought that it was so obvious that it would be extremely unsatisfying if they just said “Yeah, Wanda did this because she was sad that Vision died,” instead of “It was Mephisto that did it,” or pretty much anything else. If it had been revealed that it was a random evil cat with magic powers that would have been more satisfying than what actually happened.
What we got was Agatha All Along, where Marvel literally mocked everyone who ever had a fan theory about the show and then revealed that Wanda did everything in Westview because she was, ‘yawn’, sad that Vision had… Zzzz… so boring…
Something that I don’t think that EFAP understands is that comic book fans, at least the ones that care about the lore, are used to the lore being messed-up from story to story because continuity isn’t really a strong priority in comics. The writers pretend that there’s strong continuity, but there are often so many retcons and twists in the continuity that a lot of fans just pick and choose what their idea of what is and isn’t canon is. Arguably the most infamous example is in The Clone Saga with Spider-Man where it was revealed that Peter had a baby with Mary-Jane, then the baby was taken by Norman Osborne and, as far as I know, the baby was never seen or mentioned again. Peter Parker’s baby was literally forgotten.
That is something that fans accept, and in fact whenever I say that something doesn’t make sense, or even assassinates a character, pretty much everyone that I know who likes the MCU literally says: “Oh yeah, EVERY MCU MOVIE is poorly-written. They’re all just dumb superhero movies, and the writing has never, ever, made any sense.”
That is the audience that the MCU had, an audience of people who would continue to watch the movies despite thinking that they were all terrible films, even the well-written ones like Civil War and Infinity War, as long as they could talk about the movies with people. It’s like the Five Nights At Freddy’s fandom.
The thing is that other shows have done similar “Screw the fans,” moments that were far worse than Agatha All Along. South Park famously devoted an entire episode dedicated to trolling their fans, The Simpsons routinely mocked their fans, and Aqua Teen Hunger Force had moments where characters would literally turn to face the camera and tell their audience “You’re a loser.”
But, those shows all had good writing and, more importantly, an extremely loyal fanbase, plus they were primarily comedy shows so even if you did feel offended by those moments where the show essentially said “I don’t like you,” you could say “Haha, that was a really funny joke.”
I don’t think that Disney was aware of how ballsy that decision was. When a well-written webcomic takes a shot at their fans, the personal connection the artist/writer has with their fans softens the blow, and if it doesn’t, the people working on the webcomic often don’t have much to lose if the fans are genuinely upset. With Disney, people are always looking for reasons to dislike the things that they put out, with even The Critic saying that the beloved animated movies they released in the 90s were overrated. I would go as far as to say that even after more than 10 years of the MCU dominating pop culture and the box office, Disney never really had the loyalty from their fanbase they wanted, and that most of their fans are very eager to stop watching MCU content if they see something in that content that personally offended them. In other words, they’ll watch Quantumania, hate the new Cassie, watch Guardians Of The Galaxy 3 because they’re invested in that branch of the MCU, and then skip The Marvels.
A trend in post-Endgame MCU felt like the projects featuring new actors and writers, at least new to the MCU, was that those actors and writers didn’t seem to understand what the MCU was. It wasn’t necessarily that it felt like they were disrespecting the MCU, it was that it felt like those people only saw the MCU as a way to advance their own public profiles.
I guess the best way to describe what I mean would be the Family Guy episode Brian’s A Bad Father where Brian gets a job writing for a Disney project. For every other writer, working on a Disney project is just a job so they half-heartedly suggest things like an episode about the characters going to Prom, while Brian is desperate to seem smarter than he is and make an impact in the industry so he suggests an episode about school shootings.
The problem is that the typical Disney writers suggesting an episode about Prom are depicted as the smarter people and Brian is depicted as a moron in that scenario. But, both sides are kinda bad, at least for science-fiction adventure franchises, for different reasons. The side of the Disney writers is that since their attitude is presented as casually having a character go through an important event, at least to a high schooler, that presents an opportunity to mess up characters in a way that the writers might not be thinking about. Or, to put it another way, The Falcon And The Winter Soldier was filled with writing decisions that might have been made by those fictional Disney writers, and it was terrible.
“So, writers, what should we do with this tv show about Falcon, which will be about beloved characters Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes dealing with a terrorist group in a post-snap world?”
“What if we make the terrorist leader a cute girl?”
“Wouldn’t it be cool if Sam discovers a new black superhero?”
“We should introduce a cool new place full of supervillains that other projects can use in the future.”
The thing is that not every plot point needs to be an important event, especially in a tv show. Some of the best moments, and even entire episodes, of Star Trek: The Next Generation were when the crew members were allowed to goof off, to talk to their parents, to get stranded on a planet, or just to do their jobs. You don’t need to have Sam’s parents be struggling for money and require him to help them out of a financial hole to write a good scene with Sam having a chat with his parents, but it feels like the writers felt like they needed to stuff scenes with unnecessary baggage, which makes the stories they’re telling feel very immature.
Brian is obviously worse since his suggestions involve the characters that he is writing for to do really big, explosive things all of the time, which is another problem with the MCU. It feels like far too often a character will do something like destroy all of time and space within a single movie or a single season of a tv show, and then either face no consequences for doing so (Sylvie, Wanda) or have it never be addressed again. The thing is, Brian’s idea of a school shooting episode isn’t necessarily bad if it is taken seriously with characters permanently dying, characters dealing with their injuries, and the person responsible for the shooting facing consequences for what they did. The problem is that it is inappropriate to have that on a Disney show because they wouldn’t want to deal with any of that. They’d have the school shooting episode, and then every other episode in the series would completely ignore it, perhaps only bringing it up occasionally as a joke, like “Hey, remember when Scott got upset that Kate dumped him so he shot a bunch of kids? Lol, who gets that upset over a break-up?”
That actually happens in Wandavision where Vision’s death, which was a very poignant sacrifice that was taken seriously at the time, was treated like a silly thing worthy of mockery in the Wandavision show.
I guess what I’m saying is that for an adventure series that relies heavily on lore and previous events, you shouldn’t have ‘normal’ writers that are simply tossing out ‘normal’ ideas, but you also shouldn’t have writers like Brian Griffin strutting in and announcing that they have a great new idea for Loki which is that it turns out that all of time and space is ruled by He Who Remains.
It’s honestly a big problem with our entertainment that it’s presented as though we can either have apathetic people who just accept a job writing for an MCU project to pay their rent that don’t really care about the project much at all, or we can have an auteur that wants to make grand, sweeping changes that radically change the MCU. For some strange reason, we can’t have a writer spend an evening watching some necessary MCU movies to understand the context of what they’re writing for, read a wiki, and check out the subreddits dedicated to the MCU to learn what the expectations of the fans are for the franchise moving forward.
It’s depressing because typical MCU projects post-Endgame have so many resources at their disposal that other creatives would be able to do absolutely amazing things with, yet the MCU is clearly struggling to do amazing things with those resources. For instance, I would literally kill someone to be given a $1 million budget for a project that has a single wiki that I could check for information and a subreddit with only a few comments featuring feedback from fans. Secret Invasion had a budget of more than $200 million, as well as multiple wikis, and not only thousands of comments with feedback from fans but also many very accessible video essays about the MCU, yet it was awful. My $1 million project might have also been awful, but since it seems like most projects at least earn a few million dollars at the box office regardless of whether or not people even like the project, I can safely say that it would have probably earned money.
The MCU had so many things going for it that other franchises just don’t have and never will have. Hundreds of millions of dollars in funding, the full support of an enormous media company, an extremely devoted fanbase that would tolerate mistakes that other franchises couldn’t get away with, top-tier celebrities and actors being involved with the projects. It’s actually weirdly impressive how often Disney has made terrible decisions with their franchises that were primarily motivated by the writers they hired showing disdain for their own fans, like how Toy Story 4 was made specifically to crap on The Pixar Theory, and how She-Hulk was made specifically to target angry male fans upset at the direction the franchise seemed to be going.
The problem with Agatha All Along is that there was no subtlety behind it. Disney literally told their own fans, through their own show, that they didn’t like fan theories, and that they wouldn’t be doing anything to reward fans for paying attention to what they established in the show because it would never lead to anything interesting. For the former point, I think they knew what they were doing, but I don’t think they understood the implications of the latter point.
What I mean is that they basically told their fans that they would never, ever do anything interesting with their universe going forward that involved setting things up in advance and paying them off later. If you saw a reference to Victor Von Doom in an episode of Loki, for instance, Disney assured you that you shouldn’t get excited for a Doctor Doom appearance in the future because it’s nothing more than a reference, and if they did bring Doctor Doom into the MCU he’d likely only appear in a single movie and the reference would have absolutely no impact on what would be done with the character, it would simply be a reference, nothing more and nothing less, so shut up and never mention it to anyone, and especially don’t try to discuss it on Reddit or Youtube because that would make you a loser.
After Agatha All Along happened, the people who hated fan theories became even more annoying and smug because the show agreed with them. People who know me are aware that I would consider myself as having PTSD from that era because I remember how the internet landscape, at least my parts of the internet changed after that. Whenever anyone brought up a theory about anything related to the MCU, some a-hole would jump in and say “IT WAS AGATHA ALL ALONG, LOL,” which made me reluctant to even join in on any discussions relating to the MCU. I also remember the Youtubers I followed seem more solemn when discussing future episodes.
But, the worst part was that I asked my sister and my online friends if they wanted to watch the next episode and talk about it, and their response was “No… I don’t want to watch this show anymore,” and, yeah, I agreed with them. I didn’t want to keep watching a show that apparently hated me, mainly because the show wasn’t actually very interesting or engaging. I didn’t like the characters, I didn’t like the premise, I didn’t like the story, the only thing that I liked was the mystery and since I was told explicitly that the mystery would have a very disappointing resolution I just stopped caring about the show.
I was depressed for a long time after Wandavision because a bad show is a bad show and while I might be frustrated at a show being bad it doesn’t usually affect me personally, but Wandavision definitely had a major impact on me because my friend groups and my relationship with my sister was severely damaged. Something that had binded us all together had just slapped us all in the face and encouraged other people to slap us in a similar way. We were sad, we were angry, and we’d either ignore each other or lash out at each other because of our feelings. The worst part was that we felt like we couldn’t just talk about those negative feelings because it is embarrassing to say “I… I really hated Wandavision. That part when the show made fun of me made me feel very hurt. I know it was a joke, and it’s just a stupid show, and I shouldn’t get so upset about it because that’s childish, but I still feel very upset,” and feeling like you had to hide your feelings from the world because you fear the world mocking you for those feelings (let’s be honest, EFAP proves that those fears were completely justified) does strange things to your mind.
A mini-series on Disney+ shouldn’t make anyone feel those types of emotions, it should be a simple story well-told, not a meta commentary on social issues of the day. It should be so easy to satisfy Disney fans, especially MCU fans, and the fact that not only has Disney failed repeatedly by angering fans with these projects, they do it over and over and over again with so many terrible projects, from She-Hulk (which even Angry Joe hated) to Echo to The Marvels to The Eternals to Quantumania to Secret Invasion to The Falcon And The Winter Soldier to Wakanda Forever. But, although the problems didn’t start with Wandavision, the disdain for the audience and the flaws in whatever writing process is used to write those projects was never made clearer than it was in Wandavision. Being brutally honest, any critic that labeled Wandavision as not only a good show, but a great show, like RedLetterMedia, lost a lot of credibility because it not only wasn’t a good show, it was a show that was so obviously terrible that it literally told the audience that it was a terrible show, and when a show goes that far to say “I’m a bad show,” and you still say “Well, actually, it was an amazing show because the main character was sad,” that’s just embarrassing and you should feel at least some shame.
It says a lot about how low our standards are for western media when a show is regarded as the best of the best that we can produce if a character displays some sort of emotion, like how Fallout is praised because it features a main character that is happy, and how Wandavision is praised because it features a main character that is sad.
2024.05.28 02:22 Proof_Caterpillar281 AITA For not tagging my sister’s name to ‘Thank you’ cards for a joint party.
My sister and I graduated college recently and our parents hosted a joint party. I went to school out of state, so it was my first time being around family and friends in a while. Growing up my sister was much more community focused and she was always known as the kinder and more present sister.
It was a great party and my parents’ friends were very generous. After a few days at home, I went back to my new home. On a weekly FaceTime call, my family happened to catch me while I was writing thank you cards. I had gone to a local stationary store and bought cards to mail thank you letters. On the call my sister asked if I was attaching her name to the letters, to which I told her I had not. I wasn’t doing this to be malicious, she talked about thank you letters when I brought it up when were together. I thought she would mail letters of her own, but apparently she threw the checks out after she deposited them, so she did not have the addresses to mail letters.
Since our parents’ friends were generous and both gave us our own checks, I feel as though it would only be right for her to write her own letters. My parents sided with her saying it was selfish to leave out my sister, given it was a joint party and it would take no extra effort to add her name at the bottom. My parents are even suggesting I reopen the sealed letters and add her name before I mail.
EDIT: and since I’m out of state she was heavily involved in the planning and coordination of this party. She feels as though the least I could have done was to add her name to the thank you letters.
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It was a great party and my parents’ friends were very generous. After a few days at home, I went back to my new home. On a weekly FaceTime call, my family happened to catch me while I was writing thank you cards. I had gone to a local stationary store and bought cards to mail thank you letters. On the call my sister asked if I was attaching her name to the letters, to which I told her I had not. I wasn’t doing this to be malicious, she talked about thank you letters when I brought it up when were together. I thought she would mail letters of her own, but apparently she threw the checks out after she deposited them, so she did not have the addresses to mail letters.
Since our parents’ friends were generous and both gave us our own checks, I feel as though it would only be right for her to write her own letters. My parents sided with her saying it was selfish to leave out my sister, given it was a joint party and it would take no extra effort to add her name at the bottom. My parents are even suggesting I reopen the sealed letters and add her name before I mail.
EDIT: and since I’m out of state she was heavily involved in the planning and coordination of this party. She feels as though the least I could have done was to add her name to the thank you letters.
2024.05.28 02:11 Jrod_Jits Is this Non Traditional applicants holistic application enough for Fordham?
I have decided to pursue my 19 year long dream and attend law school to begin my second career. I will be a nontraditional student, having just retired after 20 years with the NYPD. My GPA and LSAT scores aren't the best (3.74 GPA and 155 LSAT), but I am hoping that my softs, personal statement, letters of recommendation, and additional essays will be enough for Fordham.
I am particularly drawn to Fordham because of their Brendan Moore Trial Advocacy Center. I have been fascinated with trial lawyers since my introduction to their world as a rookie cop 19 years ago and throughout my career.
My GPA isn't stellar because, quite honestly, I was a terrible student with a bad attitude and undiagnosed disabilities (ADHD and a reading disability) resulting in a GPA of 2.3. However, this is where my story begins. I withdrew from college two weeks after 9/11 and, four weeks later, I was in the Army. Upon returning, I joined the police department, where I served in plain clothes, SWAT, and rescue teams. I was promoted to detective and, rounding out my career, I spent the last six years as a teacher at the police academy. I taught over 40,000 members of the department in various curriculums that I helped create, including updated use of force policies, self-defense/grappling/jiu-jitsu, room clearing, weapons manipulation, and de-escalation techniques.
Throughout my career, I decided to finish my degree, transferred schools, and raised my GPA from 2.3 to 3.74. With all this information, I am reaching out specifically to nontraditional students and administrative personnel to ask: what are my chances? I am certainly willing to network, meet people, and write additional essays or anything else to bolster my chances. Any advice from nontraditional students or administrative personnel would be greatly appreciated.
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I am particularly drawn to Fordham because of their Brendan Moore Trial Advocacy Center. I have been fascinated with trial lawyers since my introduction to their world as a rookie cop 19 years ago and throughout my career.
My GPA isn't stellar because, quite honestly, I was a terrible student with a bad attitude and undiagnosed disabilities (ADHD and a reading disability) resulting in a GPA of 2.3. However, this is where my story begins. I withdrew from college two weeks after 9/11 and, four weeks later, I was in the Army. Upon returning, I joined the police department, where I served in plain clothes, SWAT, and rescue teams. I was promoted to detective and, rounding out my career, I spent the last six years as a teacher at the police academy. I taught over 40,000 members of the department in various curriculums that I helped create, including updated use of force policies, self-defense/grappling/jiu-jitsu, room clearing, weapons manipulation, and de-escalation techniques.
Throughout my career, I decided to finish my degree, transferred schools, and raised my GPA from 2.3 to 3.74. With all this information, I am reaching out specifically to nontraditional students and administrative personnel to ask: what are my chances? I am certainly willing to network, meet people, and write additional essays or anything else to bolster my chances. Any advice from nontraditional students or administrative personnel would be greatly appreciated.
2024.05.28 02:06 GlitchiePixie Struggling with life being very difficult at the moment.
I started a new job 2 months ago, and I feel like I should be really happy about it, but I just feel worn out by life and the whole process of starting a new job. A week before I started my new job my dad came to visit (he normally lives in a different country due to work), so I had no actual breathing space just before my job to get mentally prepared, as my dad likes to be with me 24/7 when he is visiting. He had booked this holiday a long time before I got the job offer (I got it the week before), but the last time he visited previously had also been in a transition period, a few weeks before I lost my previous job. Needless to say, him visiting brought back a lot of the trauma from last time he visited, and he was just completely confused as to why I was so stressed.
When he was visiting I lost my debit card at one of the places we went to, and due to it being Easter Sunday my request for a new card was never actually sent to the bank, and I only realised this a week into starting my job, so I had to wait another week to get my card. The whole time I had to keep going to banks to grab money, one time I did that on an extended lunch break because I was so desperate for money. I have now finally got my bank card, but it was such a hassle.
I also tried to start therapy, because with my new job, I would now have enough money in to afford that. Except the therapist turned out to be a lot further away from my house than I was originally told, didn't have an actual waiting room, didn't make it clear that the meetings were at her house, I felt like she didn't take my autism and ADHD seriously, and she liked to focus on what made me sad and angry in a situation which wasn't always applicable. I did feel better after my sessions, but I also feel like no progress was really being made (although I understand that after 2 sessions it is hard to see a difference). I cancelled after two sessions, as I found I was really not looking forwards to my third session and I was worried about how worn out I was after sessions, especially when I had to travel a fair way home afterwards on public transport.
Now for the whole time this has been happening, one of my cats has also been ill. The vets said it was stress related and was creating physical problems for him peeing. I worked around work the first two times I took him in. The first time they gave him anti-inflammatories. He seemed fine for a week after stopping them, then I found blood in his pee and took him back. Next time they shoot him up with antibiotics, and tell me it is still probably stress so keep going with the anti-inflammatories. A week later I called up to ask if the blood in his pee is meant to be gone by now, it was meant to have, so I took him back in. New anti-stress meds this time, plus the anti-inflammatories and a pee test.
These new meds have caused me a nightmare, as basically I ended up having to take a week off work to give them to my cat. They seemed to be helping with the pain, but they weren't completely fixing the issue. Thankfully during my week off I looked up things that could help my cat: made sure I had 3 litter trays in different areas; bought 3 water fountains that has filters which convert hard water to soft; bought feliway friends refills because the vets said the normal feliway wasn't good enough; got my cat on a special diet to help his stress. All very costly (thankfully he has insurance), but finally he is starting to feel better.
I am super stressed though for returning to work today, though, as I took the previous week off on very short notice. My manager had allowed me to leave work and take my cat to the vets as the vets said it was urgent (they were concerned he had a blockage). I thought that was really kind of him, although he did sound slightly frustrated, but I thought that was very understandable. I also understand that me calling him up later to explain that the medication I was given needed to be taken every 8 hours was not very helpful. I did offer to work from home, as he had mentioned that was a possibility when I first started. He said my job was not possible to do from home, which has left me very confused by what he said previously. He asked me to go in for half the day, but I travel 2 hours each way to get in and the train tickets for going home at lunchtime were £15 a day for a single. When I explained this to him, I could hear the frustration and anger in his voice. He didn't seem to really understand the issue of money, which angered me as I had a similar issue earlier in the month when there was a strike and a single ticket would have cost me £50 to come in (and would not have guaranteed me getting in, I ended up taking the day off to avoid arguments). We agreed I would use my holidays, which has somewhat frustrated me, but I am now really nervous for going into work. At my previous job my manager became really horrible after a similar situation with a pet, and made working for them a nightmare for 1.5 years. I am really anxious that the same thing will happen here.
I feel bad for thinking I could work from home, but all my colleagues are allowed to do so (admittedly they do have different positions). He is also very flexible with them, for example, if they feel ill he is happy to let them work from home or take the day off on short notice. On strike days the others have been allowed to work from home too. My position is receptionist, so I understand I need to be in more, but I think I could have been afforded some flexibility as my main job is answering emails, which I can do from home. I just feel very frustrated as it feels like one rule for me and another for my colleagues. I like to have rules like this clarified, and I thought it had been, but now I feel uncomfortable at the idea of bringing it up. It feels like it would be a confrontation, and I really want to avoid that.
Honestly, I am also just struggling in general with the job too. I like my colleagues as there are other neurodivergent and LGBTQ+ people, but I still feel really lonely and isolated at work. Everyone else works in the workroom and they can chat to one another, whilst I am on the desk. Then when I do have someone sat next to me on the desk I usually get anxious about trying to chat with them. I just wish human interaction was easier and not so exhausting. There are some really lovely customers that come in, and they really make my day when they stop to chat.
The job itself is also not very mentally stimulating. I try my hardest to find jobs to do, but there is only so much. I would really like to study a Masters so I can get a promotion, as the higher positions focus on researching, which interests me a lot. However, to do the Masters I first need to save around £10,000 as I have already tried to do a Masters previously (I hadn't been diagnosed with ADHD then and was struggling a lot with deadlines) so have used the government grant.
I feel like I should be really happy with my job, it is permanent and a good, stable pay (admittedly it is only 1p above minimum wage), full-time, which I haven't had before, yet I am already craving a challenge. I keep telling myself I need more time to settle into the job, but I feel so restless. I am hoping, with time, I might feel more comfortable, but I am just struggling right now.
I don't know if this is impacting how I see this new job, but previously I did an apprenticeship and my manager was a nightmare for most of the 2 years I was doing that job. Starting a new job after that has been pretty triggering as I keep getting anxious about how I am performing. One of my colleagues has been a bit frustrated that I repeatedly ask her questions (even though I was told to go to her for questions), even though I really do try to ask questions to her when they are important. At my last job I had 2 colleagues and I was told I could ask both of them questions, except one of them would always tell me the wrong way to do something, and I would get in trouble with my manager for following her instructions. I would also get told off for my emails, getting told that I didn't need to use that word there. My old manager checked all my emails I sent out in our public inbox, so it was very stressful. When I first started working there she wouldn't let me send out emails for the first 6 months because she thought I would discourage customers from continuing to subscribe to our service.
My previous manager refused to add me to the Teams group chat the whole 2 years I was working there, which led to me not being aware of a covid outbreak at work at one point. If I wanted to go to a network meeting to connect with other people like me within our company I had to still be working, or participate only during my lunch break. She would also make out that I took up so much time because I needed so much extra help from her throughout the day of work due to my autism. There were a lot more problems, but I have tried to block them out as much as I can. In general I was made to feel like I was a nuisance for just existing, despite her knowing about all my mental health issues when she hired me. I am always very upfront about them in my interviews because I don't want to attract an employer who won't be flexible or not understanding.
I know my new manager did try to be flexible about my cat being ill, but it seems to have set off a trigger for me, and I can't stop feeling really resentful. I don't really know how to make work better for me right now. I want to avoid bringing up anything about taking the week off until I feel more settled at work again. I will definitely apologise and make it clear how grateful I am, but I do need to ask about specific instances when I can work from home, if I even can.
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When he was visiting I lost my debit card at one of the places we went to, and due to it being Easter Sunday my request for a new card was never actually sent to the bank, and I only realised this a week into starting my job, so I had to wait another week to get my card. The whole time I had to keep going to banks to grab money, one time I did that on an extended lunch break because I was so desperate for money. I have now finally got my bank card, but it was such a hassle.
I also tried to start therapy, because with my new job, I would now have enough money in to afford that. Except the therapist turned out to be a lot further away from my house than I was originally told, didn't have an actual waiting room, didn't make it clear that the meetings were at her house, I felt like she didn't take my autism and ADHD seriously, and she liked to focus on what made me sad and angry in a situation which wasn't always applicable. I did feel better after my sessions, but I also feel like no progress was really being made (although I understand that after 2 sessions it is hard to see a difference). I cancelled after two sessions, as I found I was really not looking forwards to my third session and I was worried about how worn out I was after sessions, especially when I had to travel a fair way home afterwards on public transport.
Now for the whole time this has been happening, one of my cats has also been ill. The vets said it was stress related and was creating physical problems for him peeing. I worked around work the first two times I took him in. The first time they gave him anti-inflammatories. He seemed fine for a week after stopping them, then I found blood in his pee and took him back. Next time they shoot him up with antibiotics, and tell me it is still probably stress so keep going with the anti-inflammatories. A week later I called up to ask if the blood in his pee is meant to be gone by now, it was meant to have, so I took him back in. New anti-stress meds this time, plus the anti-inflammatories and a pee test.
These new meds have caused me a nightmare, as basically I ended up having to take a week off work to give them to my cat. They seemed to be helping with the pain, but they weren't completely fixing the issue. Thankfully during my week off I looked up things that could help my cat: made sure I had 3 litter trays in different areas; bought 3 water fountains that has filters which convert hard water to soft; bought feliway friends refills because the vets said the normal feliway wasn't good enough; got my cat on a special diet to help his stress. All very costly (thankfully he has insurance), but finally he is starting to feel better.
I am super stressed though for returning to work today, though, as I took the previous week off on very short notice. My manager had allowed me to leave work and take my cat to the vets as the vets said it was urgent (they were concerned he had a blockage). I thought that was really kind of him, although he did sound slightly frustrated, but I thought that was very understandable. I also understand that me calling him up later to explain that the medication I was given needed to be taken every 8 hours was not very helpful. I did offer to work from home, as he had mentioned that was a possibility when I first started. He said my job was not possible to do from home, which has left me very confused by what he said previously. He asked me to go in for half the day, but I travel 2 hours each way to get in and the train tickets for going home at lunchtime were £15 a day for a single. When I explained this to him, I could hear the frustration and anger in his voice. He didn't seem to really understand the issue of money, which angered me as I had a similar issue earlier in the month when there was a strike and a single ticket would have cost me £50 to come in (and would not have guaranteed me getting in, I ended up taking the day off to avoid arguments). We agreed I would use my holidays, which has somewhat frustrated me, but I am now really nervous for going into work. At my previous job my manager became really horrible after a similar situation with a pet, and made working for them a nightmare for 1.5 years. I am really anxious that the same thing will happen here.
I feel bad for thinking I could work from home, but all my colleagues are allowed to do so (admittedly they do have different positions). He is also very flexible with them, for example, if they feel ill he is happy to let them work from home or take the day off on short notice. On strike days the others have been allowed to work from home too. My position is receptionist, so I understand I need to be in more, but I think I could have been afforded some flexibility as my main job is answering emails, which I can do from home. I just feel very frustrated as it feels like one rule for me and another for my colleagues. I like to have rules like this clarified, and I thought it had been, but now I feel uncomfortable at the idea of bringing it up. It feels like it would be a confrontation, and I really want to avoid that.
Honestly, I am also just struggling in general with the job too. I like my colleagues as there are other neurodivergent and LGBTQ+ people, but I still feel really lonely and isolated at work. Everyone else works in the workroom and they can chat to one another, whilst I am on the desk. Then when I do have someone sat next to me on the desk I usually get anxious about trying to chat with them. I just wish human interaction was easier and not so exhausting. There are some really lovely customers that come in, and they really make my day when they stop to chat.
The job itself is also not very mentally stimulating. I try my hardest to find jobs to do, but there is only so much. I would really like to study a Masters so I can get a promotion, as the higher positions focus on researching, which interests me a lot. However, to do the Masters I first need to save around £10,000 as I have already tried to do a Masters previously (I hadn't been diagnosed with ADHD then and was struggling a lot with deadlines) so have used the government grant.
I feel like I should be really happy with my job, it is permanent and a good, stable pay (admittedly it is only 1p above minimum wage), full-time, which I haven't had before, yet I am already craving a challenge. I keep telling myself I need more time to settle into the job, but I feel so restless. I am hoping, with time, I might feel more comfortable, but I am just struggling right now.
I don't know if this is impacting how I see this new job, but previously I did an apprenticeship and my manager was a nightmare for most of the 2 years I was doing that job. Starting a new job after that has been pretty triggering as I keep getting anxious about how I am performing. One of my colleagues has been a bit frustrated that I repeatedly ask her questions (even though I was told to go to her for questions), even though I really do try to ask questions to her when they are important. At my last job I had 2 colleagues and I was told I could ask both of them questions, except one of them would always tell me the wrong way to do something, and I would get in trouble with my manager for following her instructions. I would also get told off for my emails, getting told that I didn't need to use that word there. My old manager checked all my emails I sent out in our public inbox, so it was very stressful. When I first started working there she wouldn't let me send out emails for the first 6 months because she thought I would discourage customers from continuing to subscribe to our service.
My previous manager refused to add me to the Teams group chat the whole 2 years I was working there, which led to me not being aware of a covid outbreak at work at one point. If I wanted to go to a network meeting to connect with other people like me within our company I had to still be working, or participate only during my lunch break. She would also make out that I took up so much time because I needed so much extra help from her throughout the day of work due to my autism. There were a lot more problems, but I have tried to block them out as much as I can. In general I was made to feel like I was a nuisance for just existing, despite her knowing about all my mental health issues when she hired me. I am always very upfront about them in my interviews because I don't want to attract an employer who won't be flexible or not understanding.
I know my new manager did try to be flexible about my cat being ill, but it seems to have set off a trigger for me, and I can't stop feeling really resentful. I don't really know how to make work better for me right now. I want to avoid bringing up anything about taking the week off until I feel more settled at work again. I will definitely apologise and make it clear how grateful I am, but I do need to ask about specific instances when I can work from home, if I even can.
2024.05.28 02:02 VagabondValorie 2022 Article About Sky Prince & MedBeds
 | Marilyn J Williams is a scammer, too, but she is warning people about SP. If you read the comments, SP has made a LOT of money from her marks. In one way, I say GOOD - less $ for terrible candidates/causes, but SP Kerrie-Ann Steinhardt Thornton shouldn't be profiting from vulnerable people. submitted by VagabondValorie to SkyePrinceMedBedFraud [link] [comments] Is The Medbed A Scam? Are They Really Free? Today, we are going to take a look as to whether the medbed is nothing more than a scam. I received this email just today. My heart goes out to this man and his son. I want to help. Can I? Is there anything I can say, or find out, to bring the relief they so much need? I have been in contact with a person named Skye Prince. She is on Facebook and other sites talking about med beds. She has offered to help my son to get into a med bed. But, I need to pay $2,700.00 American beforehand. We have been talking on Messenger for a week now. She seems very genuine and a caring person. It’s just that I’m very skeptical when I have to pay in bitcoin! I guess what I’m asking is: Have you ever heard of this person, and if so, how much of what she says is true.' From one of my readers: Skye Prince? Now I make a point of never talking down another patriot, and I’m not going to now. It’s not for me to say where her heart is, that’s between her and God. But I do have some questions. The thing is this… the medbeds have always been promoted as being free to the public. I’ve never heard anything that allows me to think that has changed… ever! I find it extremely interesting that she is requesting payment in Bitcoin. Didn’t we hear just the other day that Bitcoin is crashing? Haven’t we been warned that Bitcoin has been used for nefarious purposes and therefore would be going into the never-never? Seems strange she would require payment using Bitcoin. And why is she requesting payment anyway? Another comment on my Telegram group explained how she required $300US by Paypal before they could register for an appointment! Interesting. Different payment systems. Different amounts. No, I would be very, very careful. Skye Prince might be the real deal, but scammers could be masquerading as her. Happens all the time. I have it happening even to me… people making out they are me on my Telegram site. Praise God that my readers are clued up and many of them contact me to let me know what they’re saying. Usually, they ask me to confirm if it’s really me. Is the Medbed a Scam? I truly do not believe so. That is, the medbed that has been promised to come out when the ‘green light is flicked on’. We’ve been hearing about these medbeds for a long time now… they are always coming… but when? This week? Next week? Maybe next month? This year? Next year. Oh when? I completely understand when people ask the question… how long? There are so many people, even just in those who have contacted me, who are in great need. Life threatening situations. They need answers. Can we give it? I always hesitate to write about anything I’m not pretty sure about. But this is what we have been promised over and over: When we receive the green light, all will come to fruition… Nesara/Gesara, the Currency Revaluation (RV), the medbeds and so on. So much is to happen when that light is flicked on. But when? Once more, I don’t think the information concerning when has really changed. None of the above can take place while ever we have a man called ‘Bid/en’ masquerading around as the supposed president of the United States. If we were to receive all the above while he is still there, the glory would go to him. What a wonderful person he is, most would say! It’s the Military Alliance who will be in control, and although behind the scenes, the Military is in control of the US as we speak, it must come out and be publicly known. So once again the question is asked… so how long will that take? No-one can answer that question except maybe those at the very top. Maybe, maybe not. I don’t know. BUT, everything points to it being almost here. A few more days, or maybe, a few more weeks. Let’s see. They are coming… don’t lose hope! Written exactly 12 months ago! Information still correct – just the timing is unknown. But there’s scammers out there… so beware! We have to be so very careful before we outlay any kind of money. For some, it could be the last dollar that they’ve scratched up in their hour of need… and they face losing it to a scammer. There are other technologies that have become available, which come at a cost. My next post will cover some of these. Meanwhile, as there are scams in every part of life, there are definitely scams regarding the medbeds. This doesn’t mean they themselves are not real, or that they will not be coming out in the near future… it just means that scummy people will always endeavour to take advantage. Check everything, and then check again, before you part with your money on a medbed scam. I’m pleased this reader did just that. Good for him! bruce aubuchon 7 JANUARY 2024 AT 2:18 PM It has come to the point don’t buy nothing off the internet REPLY Marilyn Williams 10 JANUARY 2024 AT 2:16 PM Sad but true… without much researching and looking to see what others are saying. REPLY bruce aubuchon 7 JANUARY 2024 AT 1:59 PM Most any thing on the net are more than likely are scams or half truth Elon musk has a power saving device it is no good I bought some my electric bill went up 10 dollars he has the room heaters they worked about 30 minutes and quit that is the reason he is a billionaire it cost more to send back than it is worth. REPLY Marilyn Williams 10 JANUARY 2024 AT 2:15 PM There are definitely many scams online, that’s for sure. I cannot comment on the rest of what you wrote because I don’t know anything about it. REPLY bruce aubuchon 7 JANUARY 2024 AT 1:07 PM The reason I think the beds are BS the vires is killing off billions of people and trying to spare the rejects of the world the military takes the best of the best screws them and leaves the rejects behind to populate the earth. REPLY Marilyn Williams 10 JANUARY 2024 AT 2:14 PM We need to comprehend that what’s going on at the moment is they are showing us what the evil people were planning for us. People have to see it or they don’t believe. Sad but true. REPLY bruce aubuchon 7 JANUARY 2024 AT 12:50 PM I have heard of med beds for years. I begin to believe it is a forest I think It is something was created on star wars some one took it and run with it. REPLY Marilyn Williams 10 JANUARY 2024 AT 2:13 PM Haha! More like the other way around I believe. Star Wars was showing what’s to come. REPLY Araceli Heimann 24 SEPTEMBER 2023 AT 1:21 AM Hello, I have made several payments to Skye Prince Med Beds. I paid already USD 5750.00 which started with registration fee USD 300 + USD 4500. Then they asked again for Insurance Deposit USD 1500.00 and Transportation and Accommodation USD 3000.00. After paying all these amounts, they asked again for another USD 2000.00. I stopped since I noticed this was going nowhere. Now I know they are SCAMMERS. It’s hard to get the money I transfered thru Paypal. I retrieved some amounts through my bank bu now I get lawyers from Paypal demanding the money back they sent to Skye Prince in the U.S. Do you know the exact address of Skye Prince Med Beds in the U.S. I hope so. I need to know the address. Thanks. REPLY Marilyn Williams 25 SEPTEMBER 2023 AT 4:37 PM Hello Araceli, I’m so very sorry to hear this news. I try to warn people all the time, but unfortunately the word doesn’t get to everyone. I’m also sorry I don’t know the address of Skye Prince. I do not think it’s Skye Prince who is the problem, it’s more likely to be those who have set up accounts using her name and scamming everyone. From what I hear, she too is trying to warn everyone. REPLY Sal 23 AUGUST 2023 AT 1:45 AM Lynda, I have used the e-mail provided by Skye’s contact info to register with Medbed however, they required me to pay $350. After paying the registration fee, they sent me a registration but no Medbed location, they said I have to pay for Medbed insurance fee of $3500, they promised me to have access to the location and time for a Medbed session, but after paying that they went silent, then they said, you need to pay another $3000 for accommodation. REPLY Marilyn Williams 23 AUGUST 2023 AT 10:53 AM Sal, my heart drops when I read things such as this! If only we could get the news out far and wide as there are far too many people who have been caught. I’m so sorry. REPLY Margaret 14 SEPTEMBER 2023 AT 10:57 PM Me too. Have you got a Refund. I reported them as a scam but don’t get my money back. REPLY Lynda 17 AUGUST 2023 AT 8:40 AM I paid 500 Canadian dollars to Skye’s med bed room. There was a list of many countries to register for an appointment. They responded quickly to inquiries. After I paid it was crickets for awhile. I then got email saying I could set up an appointment, send a selfie and name of person accompanying me. They also offered to pick me up at no charge. They also said it would be a 2 day stay and they would make arrangements. Today I got another email asking for a thousand dollars for insurance which would be refunded after my appointment. This is a scam and I do not expect to hear from them again. I took the risk of payment, hoping they would be legit ,thinking, perhaps it would be a ‘slow’ roll out of med beds however I knew there was a chance of a scam. I was prepared (foolishly) to take my chances REPLY Marilyn Williams 17 AUGUST 2023 AT 10:11 AM I’m so sorry to hear this Lynda, but it does look like you’re taking it on the chin. I’m not so sure it’s actually Skye’s med bed room people are getting caught up in, but I don’t know for sure. I think maybe she’s too ‘out there’ to be running a scam as such. It will all come out eventually, but I trust people will begin to comprehend things are not as they appear to be. Time and again we have been told that the official medbeds will not be released until after the removal of JB. REPLY Dave 30 AUGUST 2023 AT 1:59 AM Skye keeps saying that scammers are impersonating her. She is frustrated by this. She keeps saying that med beds will be free and that no reservations or other costs exist. She also says that no email requests have been made by her. Do not respond to emails! REPLY Marilyn Williams 30 AUGUST 2023 AT 11:37 AM I really believe this would be the case. I could not imagine someone who is so ‘out there’ also scamming people while trying to deliver a message. Doesn’t make sense to me, but I don’t have first-hand knowledge of it. Thank you for sharing with us all. Hopefully it will save some people from losing their money. REPLY James 13 JUNE 2023 AT 4:44 AM Hi I had run across a google search post a few years back that said they were a manufacturer and it was going to take about 6 years to make enough beds to cover the U.S. and they would be delivered all at the same time. REPLY Marilyn Williams 15 JUNE 2023 AT 5:17 PM Of-course, go/o/gle search is not exactly a great place to be searching. I hadn’t ever heard that. I have heard they have already got them delivered worldwide. I’m not sure how many would be in each place… and yes, it may take quite some time to get them spread far and wide… but then again, maybe not. REPLY Luana 2 AUGUST 2023 AT 8:57 AM One in each state, maybe more if the need is high. REPLY Marilyn Williams 2 AUGUST 2023 AT 1:09 PM Thank you. We’ll see one day won’t we. 🙂 REPLY Dev 22 MAY 2023 AT 11:30 AM Hi how do I go about finding out more legimate info in reference to the med beds and when they will roll them out I long to be better informed. This is so advanced and there’s a lot of wolves in sheep’s clothing I don’t want to waste anything and end up fusterated and disappointed. Best regards devon REPLY Marilyn Williams 22 MAY 2023 AT 1:04 PM Hi Dev, so good to hear from you. You must be a little careful with your research. I also find it hard to find the truth and nothing but the truth concerning them. I hear much, but run with little. I do believe they are real and that one day soon the public will have access to them, but I do hear a lot of info that I cannot confirm one way or another. They are expected to be rolled out one the green light flicks on. What is that? From what I have heard it’s when J/B has been removed and D/J/T is back in place. Nesara/Gesara should then be announced which of-course the medbeds are part of. There are others who are also bringing out their own version of the medbed, but of-course, they will not be free for the public to use. I cannot say if they will work as well, or even better… I do not know. It disappoints me that people are putting out false information when the world is already full of that nonsense. It then makes it hard for us to know the truth. Skye Prince comes to mind as she shares quite a lot of info on the medbeds, but I cannot confirm anything she says. I would listen but wait for confirmation. Also, as we all do, she has others pretending to be her and asking for money. Be very careful… it is NOT how it works. I believe,, that when the time is right, we will receive every bit of the right information. Until then, we can only research and wait. REPLY Alex 9 JUNE 2023 AT 9:13 AM Marylin, When a new technology like the Medbeds is widely publicized, any credible and responsible inventor would also provide timeline from development to operation, and information suffice to confirm its validity, particularly when asking for donations for the project. If it is confidential, or for some reason updates and confirmation cannot be provided, then a valid explanation is given to the public. In addition, “they” told us that a replication device is part of the same alien technology where the Medbed came from, and the “Replicator” will duplicate the Medbeds from thin air and manifest them in any desired location on Earth and the universe. Any rational person will wonder how come they don’t focus on developing/producing this Replicator first and then complete the Medbed with the power of this almighty device? Also, the websites featuring Medbeds showing close to ten models and versions of them. Who in his sane mind develops multiple inventions all at once with no money to build one? (They ask for donations on these websites, which indicates they lack the resources to building even one first prototype of the Medbed.) Isn’t obvious why they delivered none? I researched Internet scams and scammers for years. I could write a book on the subject. There are known elements and pattern scammers use to execute their ploy. (Ask your AI.) An obvious one is extracting money from innocent victims prior to delivering the empty surprise to them. These red-flags are all exhibited with the Medbed fairytale. Example: The Medbed suppose to be free. Isn’t an obvious red flag when a payment is asked?! When it walks like a duck and it quacks like a duck… HERE’S A VALID HEALING BREAKTHROUGH TECHNOLOGY YOU CAN SHARE WITH YOUR READERS, INCLUDING CANCER VICTIMS. CANCER CAN BE CURED IN A 2-HOUR SESSION WITH DR. SANDRA MICHAEL’S ENERGY ENHANCEMENT SYSTEM (EESYSTEM.COM). This technology is promoted by https://www.unifydhealing.com and is used on any chronic and acute conditions. It is currently available in 127 locations around the world. This video explains how it works: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yd3gMgcazvg. Please research it and make your own mind. REPLY Marilyn Williams 9 JUNE 2023 AT 2:49 PM Hi Alex, I read your information with much interest. I agree with you with so much of what you wrote, but I think the problem arises in that there are two major lines in operation… the medbeds you are seeing and talking about are all being made privately. This tells us why they are asking for money, donations and whatever. I know nothing abut these beds and doubt very much they will ever be for free, although anything is possible. Are they the same? Who knows! On the other side, is the medbeds that are the ones we are relating to. They are in total control of the military… and yes, they have always said they will be free for all to use. I have never, ever heard anything different from that. The reason they have kept them completely quiet so that we don’t even have images of them, is that the ‘White Hats’ don’t want the technology getting into the wrong hands. Although they have told us they have been made and sent out all over the world, they remain totally under lock and key until the ‘green light’ comes on. When can we expect that ‘green light’? This is a question asked by everyone I talk to! To my comprehension, it’s when everything else is ready to go. Never forget, we are in a war. There is no way the WH’s would ever let information of this sort out for the enemy to take hold of. There have always been scams and there are some very clever people living in our world. These same ones have obviously gotten hold of information that allows them to build a medbed of sorts… some will use them for good, while others could use them only as a scam. We need to be so careful about the whole thing. Listen to everything we’ve been told but gradually decipher the truth from the scam… and never, ever part with money for any reason if you are waiting for the free ones to come out. There are a lot of desperate people who would be willing to pay for another kind of medbed. We just want them to do their utmost to research it from every angle before parting with their funds. Meanwhile, sites like the one you shared could be invaluable to those in chronic need. Thank you for sharing with us. REPLY bruce aubuchon 7 JANUARY 2024 AT 12:55 PM don’t hold your breath REPLY Laura Hammond 28 DECEMBER 2022 AT 1:28 AM Marilyn – Thank you for all you do! My question is, will these Med Beds be able to heal vision problems? My nephew suffers from Stargardt’s Disease and has lost at least 85% of his eyesight. Until the Med Beds are fully available can the Bio-Healers help with low vision? Thank you… Laura H. REPLY Marilyn Williams 29 DECEMBER 2022 AT 8:52 PM Hi Laura, From everything I’ve been hearing there doesn’t appear to be anything they cannot heal. I cannot say more than that. Potentially Bio-Healers may help but I have not knowledge that I can share. Sorry. Bless you! REPLY Sarah 29 DECEMBER 2023 AT 5:52 AM C’mon Marilyn. You can’t possibly think this stuff is real. Over a year later and still nothing. REPLY Marilyn Williams 29 DECEMBER 2023 AT 2:35 PM A year later??? Quite some years have come and gone. This is a very real worldwide war and will not finish until it’s finished. Medbeds and all the other promises of GESARA are still in front of us. Get rid of the evil first and then… REPLY Amber 12 DECEMBER 2022 AT 11:33 AM I just found a podcast from 2 months ago that Jared Rand did and he states they need something like $60 MILLION dollars to make prototypes of Med Beds and various other things before anything can ever take place. Wow, who is spreading the real truth. Very disappointing to hear all of this after we all have heard many say the Med Beds are almost ready to roll out for years now and no mention of needing to crowd fund and raise donations from US the people for the beds. I am more depressed. I guess I should not be believing much from people I do not even know. Simon Parkes and tons of others. |
2024.05.28 01:37 acrevanstail I (25m) and my roommate and friend (25nb), are having communication issues and I think I need help/advice going forward?
This is long as I can't attach photos of screenshots of texts. Copies of the text will be at the end of the post in order.
This has slowly been building up since we moved in together last summer, but has made itself more obvious and apparent since earlier this spring.
Some context, we've been friends since freshman year of college (2017) and kept in close contact and would visit each other even after they transferred to an out of town university. I am from a northern part of the US and they are from overseas and was a foreign exchange student in their senior year of high school prior to our freshman year. Lets call them Leo. We got along almost immediately because I knew very beginner levels of their language and a lot about their culture through programs I've participated in before. So, if they had trouble communicating something in english, they would often just look to me and tell me to explain cultural questions to the best of my ability. They've lived and stayed in the US for basically 8 years now, so their English is fluent and have had no problems getting jobs.
In early 2022, I had agreed and signed a lease to move in with other friends I had that lived down south. Everything was already settled and paid for, I was just waiting to move in after I completed a summer job I was contracted to do. I was 23 at the time and it was my first opportunity to move out of my parents, so I took it despite how far away it was and would save up for the move. Not even 2 months before the move, my friend Leo texts me if we can chat. They ask if we can move in together soon, and that they want to proceed living our lives together. I told them about me already moving and they were fine with that, and we planned to somehow move in together as soon as possible after that. In summer of 2023, I moved back up to the northern US to live with them in a 1 bedroom until the lease was up and we could move into a 2 bedroom. They helped foot the bill of the move since I was struggling to find any work that paid decently down south despite my best efforts. I was working 2 jobs and could barely get $1000 a month because of lack of hours (retail). We are now in a 2 bedroom place and have been for half a year.
That context out of the way, I am in a situation I can't financially just get away from, and feel stuck trying to work this out, but I'm not sure how.
Leo has asked me since last fall that they needed space and didn't want to talk to anyone and to be alone. I agreed, however it's been like that since and that rule only seems to apply to me and none of their other friends. We also agreed that a lot of our communication would be done over text as it's easier for the both of us. However, how they talk to me is horrible. It took me a while to realize it, but I finally stood up for myself over text and even waited for them to be out of town for the weekend to send it as I knew it would start an argument. This is not the first time they have talked to me like this, I have many other texts to prove it, however I'll be posting the most recent which happened this last weekend.
My friends have seen more than these texts and have told me I need to move out immediately. I can't. One of my jobs has recently stopped scheduling me, and my other job is part time and can't even pay for bills. I have no savings, live paycheck to paycheck, and try to live under my means, but things always pop up that need finances to be put towards.
What do I even do going forwards if Leo thinks it's okay for them to talk to me like this?
Extra: This is the first time I've stood up for myself like this as I'm not confrontational and always pick the path of least resistance. I even had my friends help me type up an initial response because I was trying to make sure I was making my point clear and concise and so they would realize that I didn't want to be talked to like that. Though this conversation worked itself out in the end, what was said and how it was said throughout is still unacceptable to me.
p.s. when they talk about space issues in the apartment, they literally have an electronic pipe organ (6" x 6") and marimba in our dining room. My stuff fits in my room expect 3 bookshelves and 2 bins in the garage.
Texts:
Leo: Deal with those lights and plate set. Sell em. Didn't realize how much you're hoarding in the garage until I went to grab my suitcase. There's already two large bins full of your shit which we'll go thru soon.
Me: All the stuff you brought in were shit my parents brought and I didn't know what to do with besides throw them away. I didn't ask for them. I wasn't hoarding them Literally 1 bin is all of my christmas and halloween decor combined, and the other is sentimental clothes and halloween costumes I do not wish to get rid of. It's already been thoroughly sorted through
Leo: Not doing anything with whatever's in the house is also hoarding. You're basically making that my responsibility to deal with when you're the reason they're here. Even when I asked if there's anything to sell you said there's nothing else when these are literally sitting in the garage like it's none of your biz.
Enough of blaming and excusing, just get them sold along with the hard drive. You'll make decent money if you just overcome that fear.
I have heard enough of your excuses like "I've already gone thru ..." Or "it's just XYZ ..." when it turned out it be a complete junk pile. So we are going through them. You already had boxes of sentimental stuff in your room. If you wanna have a room full of sentimental items, get a storage space. We'll sort out again and toss ones that don't have any values.
I'm trying to be reasonable with you with how we are allocating spaces. But it feels that you don't seem to think too much besides just hiding and tucking em away, which doesn't fix the real issue.
Like let's think realistically and strategically so we can be reasonable to each other. This isn't really it.
Me: We can be two separate people with two separate ways of living. I understand being realistic. Since leaving (city) I don't buy much that is without utility since I have moved so much. It fits into the space, and yes, it was reasonable of you to ask me to downsize what I had in here for more space.
However, I will be clear now, I am not doing something just because you pressure me to. I'm not doing something to make you happy while putting undue stress on myself.
I am more than happy to accommodate solvable, reasonable requests. Getting rid of the shit I didnt ask for that my parents randomly brought two weeks ago is a reasonable request. I thought that storing two bins, which we discussed before, was a reasonable ask.
Furthermore, I refuse to let you keep talking to me this way. It's degrading and hurtful. No matter how right you may be, it's not how I deserve to be talked to. I have been biting my tongue to keep the peace, but it's become obvious that the more I let you talk to me like this, the more you feel it's okay to do so. You always tell me to watch my tone of voice, and I think you should do the same.
You ask for me to leave you alone and not talk to you at home, I do so. You'd rather text than talk, I can do that, too. You want me to go and do other things so you can have your safe space at home. Fine. I'll do that, too. This house is not a safe space for me. I'm constantly walking on eggshells around you. If I need a safe space, I leave to find refuge somewhere else. This is not safe nor healthy for me to constantly be in this mindset of fight or flight. Just the sound of your footsteps or a door closing makes my anxiety spike.
I've been working with my therapist to navigate this, but I need you to work with me, too.
And before you say you have been working with me, you really haven't. You've been telling me what to do, ignoring what I say, and doing and saying whatever you want. That's not helping me, that's controlling me. I don't want to be controlled. I don't deserve to be controlled. I want to have a conversation with you that doesn't lead to blaming or just telling me to suck it up. We don't have to see eye to eye, but I think I deserve the bare minimum of respect as an adult human being.
Leo: I take no joy talking to you in a commanding tone nor get happy to make you do things. I'm stating this very clearly that the only reason I talk in such way is because you have asked to speak clearly and concisely. I can go on and on persuading you to do something yet you'd get more confused and shut off. It's unfortunate that you don't feel the townhome as your safe space. Idk what it'll take for you to feel that way, but I never asked you to be cautious around me. I only asked you to be reasonable. Did you ever ask me to do something so that you feel safe? How can I help you with anything when you don't ask me anything and just go defensive. Don't you dare to think that I haven't been working with you. I've gotten a lot more understanding since last year. If I see you make a mess, I clean up. I see you put away household items in a cluttering manner, I put them back the way I want without saying anything. I ask you respectfully if I need something from you. I have been careful not to be overly unreasonable with organizing and other stuff. None of these rules are for me to be happy. These are rules you should have learned from your parents and your friends. As I mentioned, I am running out of patience to be your guidance. And if you keep making things that need guidance repeatedly, I can't help but lash out. People say good parents never yell at their childlre. Well 1) I'm not your parent and 2) Im never meant to be a good parent. You didn't ask me to be your parent - but then act like it. It's so stressful. I have had many roommates before you, and you are definitely not the one who's hard to live with. I will continue to speak respectfully and reasonably. I frankly don't see anything rude or invasive of what I said last night. I read again twice and I demanded what needs to happen at the reasonable level. You did nothing about those lights and extra shit your parents gave and acted like it's my responsibility to deal with, which btw is like 10th time happening. Yet I stayed calm and ask you clearly and reasonably. If you found that disrespectful, then I'd say you're being defensive. Let me know what I can do to help you feel home and safe. I can accommodate anything if it's not hoardering or cluttering. If you think me telling you to do the housework is the reason you feel unsafe home, then that's your issue to work on, not mine.
You might be tempted to say all of your friends and therapist say I'm the unreasonable one - of course they will. All my friends and therapist say you're the unreasonable one. So don't even bring that up. I'm exhausted you accusing me of that too.
Me: My friends and therapists have never said you're the unreasonable one. They've only said and reiterated that I've been more than willing to be flexible and change my perspective, but that I am not getting that back and that I deserve to be heard with the same amount of understanding.
Also, I'm not just telling my therapist my side, I'm showing them our chat logs. I was always defending you, saying that you're factually correct and that I'm the one needing fixing for my faults and burdens I constantly put on you. However, they were concerned how often this gets brought up and wanted clear examples, so now I show them our entire conversations from both sides. I ask you to do the same with your therapist and friends. I give you all of my consent to do so.
I'm also not speaking about the chores and the things we do unsaid to each other, because that's not the discussion I'm having with you right now. We are talking about communication.
Language used: "you have asked" "you'd get more confused" "unfortunate that you don't feel" "I never asked you" "did you ever ask me" "you don't ask me" "don't you dare think" "rules you should have learned" "you keep making things" "you're being defensive" "thats your issue"
A summary: 'you asked for this' 'well you never spoke up about these things before, and you get defensive when I speak to you'
I wonder why, (Leo). It's like I don't feel safe talking to you because it always gets turned on me as a way to justify your words because you feel you're in the right no matter what.
Some conversations aren't about who's the most factual because emotions and morals are always at play.
I don't think it's unreasonable that you want to explain your side, that things could be done better, but I am not being talked to that way. Making a clear statement and control are 2 different ways of communicating.
I need you to look up apathetic listening, and I need you to not keep putting the blame back on me just because I've decided to speak up.
Leo: I will look up what that is. I do think I get defensive with you too. Below is me venting. These words are something that would have not happened if you were more proactive. It's always my responsibility and all my decisions to make and you are only there to help but not to take in charge and as I said many many times I'm so fucking exhausted. You act like an adult if you don't want to be talked to. I'm not your mom. Like how many fucking times? This would have not happened if you just dealt with your shit on your own. It's obvious I'm going above my boundaries to yours so you get shit done yet you get upset and lash out on me which in turn I blame you and I take no regrets for that, because it was your fault. Of how many arguments we had in the past was my fault? You are so scared that you can't even take a small blame.
Speak up and tell me whatever. If you feel if it's not fair, you are free to say however you feel. You may feel that I'm always right because I speak realistically and you speak emotionally. At the end, if we agreed on something then that's what we both feel comfortable, so don't blame me for controlling you or something. I did my part to persuade. If you felt that was not fair, then you did not do your part to persuade me. I also don't see any problems with the languages used there. Like what's even the problem? You are not even stating the problem clearly. Like are you expecting me to be more empathetic and send you long ass Victorian letter or what?
Me: "You may feel that I'm always right because I speak realistically and you speak emotionally"
That's your perspective, and there are multiple sides to this, not just yours.
"It's obvious I'm going above my boundaries to yours so you get shit done yet you get upset and lash out on me which in turn I blame you and I take no regrets for that, because it was your fault."
We can have 2 different paces to get things done. It's okay to ask me to do things you don't like, however you going out of your way to make your problem my problem, is not my problem. Seek therapy for that, don't unload that onto me.
"I did my part to persuade. If you felt that was not fair, then you did not do your part to persuade me"
It's not my job to persuade you my stance every time we talk. I can't persuade someone who does not want to see another side and only convince me to agree with them.
"We are talking about communication"
"Some conversations aren't about who's the most factual because emotions and morals are always at play."
"Making a clear statement and control are 2 different ways of communicating"
My statement is that there are better ways of communicating, and just because you're able to express yours more often doesn't mean the way you handled it was correct.
Leo: We have many arguments. If you're not expressing yourself, how are you expecting us to move forward in a way that's fair for both of us? You have to speak up. If it's just once or twice, I agree that we don't need to and we have not been doing so. But for examples like your room organization, speak up. What would you have done if you were in my shoes and you were trying to get things organized? I see your point with perspectives now. I will find better ways to handle that. It's hard to have conversations with someone when they get defensive, and that's my problem with you. I speak definitively because I feel that you are not understanding the main point. When I see your texts, I analyze what's happening and what made you say so and try to understand why it is that way. And those comments are made from my own conclusion. That does not mean I think that's a definite truth. Like in legal argument, it's nothing personal but factual speaking. If there's a refute, I am willing to listen and accommodate. However, I believe that issue was me speaking definitively made you feel invalidated or ignored when I was expecting to hear your sides, not how that made you feel. I am unsure how well I will be trying to adjust that tone, but in the meantime understand that me speaking that way only means that I am promoting my opinion and I want to hear what you think, not invalidating your sides or other possibilities. Even this paragraph is definitive, and I'm not sure how I'd word it better. If you feel that this isn't working, let me know.
Me: I accept this response.
You are still pushing blame, and I believe that me telling you I was afraid to talk to you should've been a reasonable response to your question on why I haven't spoken up before.
I'm setting up a communication boundary and will now be following through with it. If that boundary is pushed, I will communicate that to you immediately, though it's possible for it to fall through if I'm in a mentally bad head space, and I will need time to respond back.
We are not lawyers at home, so I don't deserve to be talked to like one and have to feel like I should respond like one.
Leo: I understand that lawyerly talk isn't your thing, but I still have hard time understanding why that's an issue for you. I have always spoken that way with people and others to me as well, and while I see how it can be exhausting, I am failing to see why that's an issue. When I'm having a conversation, I need to get to conclusions. I do not appreciate talks with no real objectives besides just sharing feeling. I believe it achieves no tangible outcome. I do think sharing feelings is important, but at the end we need to have a conversation on how to resolve it. And to do so, the lawyerly talk is necessary in my opinion. We are adults trying to fix issues, and I want you to be the same level as me on that. We are not lawyers at home, but if responsibilities are not taken up, one needs to bring it up. I haven't seen you doing so much of that, and that's the reason most of my conversation with you goes that way. We will find a healthy balance, but this does not mean I will not talk to you definitively ever. I don't even know how we can resolve anything without talking like that. About you not speaking up - I believe its neither my fault or yours. The dynamic we formed at the beginning of summer last year made it that way (you not sure what to do and me trying to get things going), and I feel unfair about your statement on you not speaking up because I made you feel that way. I appreciate you having the boundaries moving on. It's not an inconvenience for me, rather something I'd like for us to have.
Me: I understand that being your perspective on it. There's time and place for speaking like that. However, these are the only conversations we have with each other right now, and there's nothing else we seem to talk about. So it's an overwhelming feeling when that's the only communication I get from you for long periods of time.
Leo: In my opinion, if something's not working, we have to have that kind of conversation. If we are to just chat and chill, i won't be and will be cautious not to.
As I spoke before, I don't feel like being with you is hanging out. It feels more so talking to my coworker or my boss and discussing work to do. Which is why I think it's helpful if you or I bring friends over hang out together. It helps me distract from talking about those and really just chill. I also don't want to just awkwardly have normal conversations with you in hopes to make things better. That feels superficial.
I actually always feel better after you share your thoughts and what's been bugging you. It helps me relieve my burdens too and just be ourselves. It's annoying at first, but I feel better that way. Hope it's the same for you.
Me: That's fine to have that conversation, I also want that conversation. I'm not a confrontational person and will always pick the path of least resistance as it's how I responded to my crazy family growing up. I, personally, didn't think I'd ever have to do that again when I moved out and yet I'm doing it again. It's made me completely disassociate from myself and I don't feel like I have energy to do anything anymore.
It may or may not be a trauma response. My therapist has brought up CPTSD as a possible issue I'm dealing with internally and that's why I respond to things in a way that I do. And me not being able to trust people that I'm talking to will always guarantee that my defenses are up.
I'm not asking that we need to be superficial to each other, but just doing a wordless activity together like shopping or something with exercising would be a way for us to be comfortable in each other's space again.
That's up to you. I'm not pressuring you to do so or that we have to do it. It's just a thought
Leo: I'm open to it - except that I would like if you could plan it and push for it. I'm the type of person that cancels on plan if the other person is not pushing it unless it's something I really want to do.
I understand the PTSD part as well. It's not something I thought of and I think it makes sense. I hope that we continue to understand each other better so we get to the point where those walls come down.
Tldr; My long time friend has been speaking to me horribly since we moved in together. After a text I got last weekend, I'm fed up and stood up for myself over text. I can't remove myself from the situation of living with them right now, but really need advice going forward. If anyone has experience navigating a situation like this, I would really appreciate it.
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This has slowly been building up since we moved in together last summer, but has made itself more obvious and apparent since earlier this spring.
Some context, we've been friends since freshman year of college (2017) and kept in close contact and would visit each other even after they transferred to an out of town university. I am from a northern part of the US and they are from overseas and was a foreign exchange student in their senior year of high school prior to our freshman year. Lets call them Leo. We got along almost immediately because I knew very beginner levels of their language and a lot about their culture through programs I've participated in before. So, if they had trouble communicating something in english, they would often just look to me and tell me to explain cultural questions to the best of my ability. They've lived and stayed in the US for basically 8 years now, so their English is fluent and have had no problems getting jobs.
In early 2022, I had agreed and signed a lease to move in with other friends I had that lived down south. Everything was already settled and paid for, I was just waiting to move in after I completed a summer job I was contracted to do. I was 23 at the time and it was my first opportunity to move out of my parents, so I took it despite how far away it was and would save up for the move. Not even 2 months before the move, my friend Leo texts me if we can chat. They ask if we can move in together soon, and that they want to proceed living our lives together. I told them about me already moving and they were fine with that, and we planned to somehow move in together as soon as possible after that. In summer of 2023, I moved back up to the northern US to live with them in a 1 bedroom until the lease was up and we could move into a 2 bedroom. They helped foot the bill of the move since I was struggling to find any work that paid decently down south despite my best efforts. I was working 2 jobs and could barely get $1000 a month because of lack of hours (retail). We are now in a 2 bedroom place and have been for half a year.
That context out of the way, I am in a situation I can't financially just get away from, and feel stuck trying to work this out, but I'm not sure how.
Leo has asked me since last fall that they needed space and didn't want to talk to anyone and to be alone. I agreed, however it's been like that since and that rule only seems to apply to me and none of their other friends. We also agreed that a lot of our communication would be done over text as it's easier for the both of us. However, how they talk to me is horrible. It took me a while to realize it, but I finally stood up for myself over text and even waited for them to be out of town for the weekend to send it as I knew it would start an argument. This is not the first time they have talked to me like this, I have many other texts to prove it, however I'll be posting the most recent which happened this last weekend.
My friends have seen more than these texts and have told me I need to move out immediately. I can't. One of my jobs has recently stopped scheduling me, and my other job is part time and can't even pay for bills. I have no savings, live paycheck to paycheck, and try to live under my means, but things always pop up that need finances to be put towards.
What do I even do going forwards if Leo thinks it's okay for them to talk to me like this?
Extra: This is the first time I've stood up for myself like this as I'm not confrontational and always pick the path of least resistance. I even had my friends help me type up an initial response because I was trying to make sure I was making my point clear and concise and so they would realize that I didn't want to be talked to like that. Though this conversation worked itself out in the end, what was said and how it was said throughout is still unacceptable to me.
p.s. when they talk about space issues in the apartment, they literally have an electronic pipe organ (6" x 6") and marimba in our dining room. My stuff fits in my room expect 3 bookshelves and 2 bins in the garage.
Texts:
Leo: Deal with those lights and plate set. Sell em. Didn't realize how much you're hoarding in the garage until I went to grab my suitcase. There's already two large bins full of your shit which we'll go thru soon.
Me: All the stuff you brought in were shit my parents brought and I didn't know what to do with besides throw them away. I didn't ask for them. I wasn't hoarding them Literally 1 bin is all of my christmas and halloween decor combined, and the other is sentimental clothes and halloween costumes I do not wish to get rid of. It's already been thoroughly sorted through
Leo: Not doing anything with whatever's in the house is also hoarding. You're basically making that my responsibility to deal with when you're the reason they're here. Even when I asked if there's anything to sell you said there's nothing else when these are literally sitting in the garage like it's none of your biz.
Enough of blaming and excusing, just get them sold along with the hard drive. You'll make decent money if you just overcome that fear.
I have heard enough of your excuses like "I've already gone thru ..." Or "it's just XYZ ..." when it turned out it be a complete junk pile. So we are going through them. You already had boxes of sentimental stuff in your room. If you wanna have a room full of sentimental items, get a storage space. We'll sort out again and toss ones that don't have any values.
I'm trying to be reasonable with you with how we are allocating spaces. But it feels that you don't seem to think too much besides just hiding and tucking em away, which doesn't fix the real issue.
Like let's think realistically and strategically so we can be reasonable to each other. This isn't really it.
Me: We can be two separate people with two separate ways of living. I understand being realistic. Since leaving (city) I don't buy much that is without utility since I have moved so much. It fits into the space, and yes, it was reasonable of you to ask me to downsize what I had in here for more space.
However, I will be clear now, I am not doing something just because you pressure me to. I'm not doing something to make you happy while putting undue stress on myself.
I am more than happy to accommodate solvable, reasonable requests. Getting rid of the shit I didnt ask for that my parents randomly brought two weeks ago is a reasonable request. I thought that storing two bins, which we discussed before, was a reasonable ask.
Furthermore, I refuse to let you keep talking to me this way. It's degrading and hurtful. No matter how right you may be, it's not how I deserve to be talked to. I have been biting my tongue to keep the peace, but it's become obvious that the more I let you talk to me like this, the more you feel it's okay to do so. You always tell me to watch my tone of voice, and I think you should do the same.
You ask for me to leave you alone and not talk to you at home, I do so. You'd rather text than talk, I can do that, too. You want me to go and do other things so you can have your safe space at home. Fine. I'll do that, too. This house is not a safe space for me. I'm constantly walking on eggshells around you. If I need a safe space, I leave to find refuge somewhere else. This is not safe nor healthy for me to constantly be in this mindset of fight or flight. Just the sound of your footsteps or a door closing makes my anxiety spike.
I've been working with my therapist to navigate this, but I need you to work with me, too.
And before you say you have been working with me, you really haven't. You've been telling me what to do, ignoring what I say, and doing and saying whatever you want. That's not helping me, that's controlling me. I don't want to be controlled. I don't deserve to be controlled. I want to have a conversation with you that doesn't lead to blaming or just telling me to suck it up. We don't have to see eye to eye, but I think I deserve the bare minimum of respect as an adult human being.
Leo: I take no joy talking to you in a commanding tone nor get happy to make you do things. I'm stating this very clearly that the only reason I talk in such way is because you have asked to speak clearly and concisely. I can go on and on persuading you to do something yet you'd get more confused and shut off. It's unfortunate that you don't feel the townhome as your safe space. Idk what it'll take for you to feel that way, but I never asked you to be cautious around me. I only asked you to be reasonable. Did you ever ask me to do something so that you feel safe? How can I help you with anything when you don't ask me anything and just go defensive. Don't you dare to think that I haven't been working with you. I've gotten a lot more understanding since last year. If I see you make a mess, I clean up. I see you put away household items in a cluttering manner, I put them back the way I want without saying anything. I ask you respectfully if I need something from you. I have been careful not to be overly unreasonable with organizing and other stuff. None of these rules are for me to be happy. These are rules you should have learned from your parents and your friends. As I mentioned, I am running out of patience to be your guidance. And if you keep making things that need guidance repeatedly, I can't help but lash out. People say good parents never yell at their childlre. Well 1) I'm not your parent and 2) Im never meant to be a good parent. You didn't ask me to be your parent - but then act like it. It's so stressful. I have had many roommates before you, and you are definitely not the one who's hard to live with. I will continue to speak respectfully and reasonably. I frankly don't see anything rude or invasive of what I said last night. I read again twice and I demanded what needs to happen at the reasonable level. You did nothing about those lights and extra shit your parents gave and acted like it's my responsibility to deal with, which btw is like 10th time happening. Yet I stayed calm and ask you clearly and reasonably. If you found that disrespectful, then I'd say you're being defensive. Let me know what I can do to help you feel home and safe. I can accommodate anything if it's not hoardering or cluttering. If you think me telling you to do the housework is the reason you feel unsafe home, then that's your issue to work on, not mine.
You might be tempted to say all of your friends and therapist say I'm the unreasonable one - of course they will. All my friends and therapist say you're the unreasonable one. So don't even bring that up. I'm exhausted you accusing me of that too.
Me: My friends and therapists have never said you're the unreasonable one. They've only said and reiterated that I've been more than willing to be flexible and change my perspective, but that I am not getting that back and that I deserve to be heard with the same amount of understanding.
Also, I'm not just telling my therapist my side, I'm showing them our chat logs. I was always defending you, saying that you're factually correct and that I'm the one needing fixing for my faults and burdens I constantly put on you. However, they were concerned how often this gets brought up and wanted clear examples, so now I show them our entire conversations from both sides. I ask you to do the same with your therapist and friends. I give you all of my consent to do so.
I'm also not speaking about the chores and the things we do unsaid to each other, because that's not the discussion I'm having with you right now. We are talking about communication.
Language used: "you have asked" "you'd get more confused" "unfortunate that you don't feel" "I never asked you" "did you ever ask me" "you don't ask me" "don't you dare think" "rules you should have learned" "you keep making things" "you're being defensive" "thats your issue"
A summary: 'you asked for this' 'well you never spoke up about these things before, and you get defensive when I speak to you'
I wonder why, (Leo). It's like I don't feel safe talking to you because it always gets turned on me as a way to justify your words because you feel you're in the right no matter what.
Some conversations aren't about who's the most factual because emotions and morals are always at play.
I don't think it's unreasonable that you want to explain your side, that things could be done better, but I am not being talked to that way. Making a clear statement and control are 2 different ways of communicating.
I need you to look up apathetic listening, and I need you to not keep putting the blame back on me just because I've decided to speak up.
Leo: I will look up what that is. I do think I get defensive with you too. Below is me venting. These words are something that would have not happened if you were more proactive. It's always my responsibility and all my decisions to make and you are only there to help but not to take in charge and as I said many many times I'm so fucking exhausted. You act like an adult if you don't want to be talked to. I'm not your mom. Like how many fucking times? This would have not happened if you just dealt with your shit on your own. It's obvious I'm going above my boundaries to yours so you get shit done yet you get upset and lash out on me which in turn I blame you and I take no regrets for that, because it was your fault. Of how many arguments we had in the past was my fault? You are so scared that you can't even take a small blame.
Speak up and tell me whatever. If you feel if it's not fair, you are free to say however you feel. You may feel that I'm always right because I speak realistically and you speak emotionally. At the end, if we agreed on something then that's what we both feel comfortable, so don't blame me for controlling you or something. I did my part to persuade. If you felt that was not fair, then you did not do your part to persuade me. I also don't see any problems with the languages used there. Like what's even the problem? You are not even stating the problem clearly. Like are you expecting me to be more empathetic and send you long ass Victorian letter or what?
Me: "You may feel that I'm always right because I speak realistically and you speak emotionally"
That's your perspective, and there are multiple sides to this, not just yours.
"It's obvious I'm going above my boundaries to yours so you get shit done yet you get upset and lash out on me which in turn I blame you and I take no regrets for that, because it was your fault."
We can have 2 different paces to get things done. It's okay to ask me to do things you don't like, however you going out of your way to make your problem my problem, is not my problem. Seek therapy for that, don't unload that onto me.
"I did my part to persuade. If you felt that was not fair, then you did not do your part to persuade me"
It's not my job to persuade you my stance every time we talk. I can't persuade someone who does not want to see another side and only convince me to agree with them.
"We are talking about communication"
"Some conversations aren't about who's the most factual because emotions and morals are always at play."
"Making a clear statement and control are 2 different ways of communicating"
My statement is that there are better ways of communicating, and just because you're able to express yours more often doesn't mean the way you handled it was correct.
Leo: We have many arguments. If you're not expressing yourself, how are you expecting us to move forward in a way that's fair for both of us? You have to speak up. If it's just once or twice, I agree that we don't need to and we have not been doing so. But for examples like your room organization, speak up. What would you have done if you were in my shoes and you were trying to get things organized? I see your point with perspectives now. I will find better ways to handle that. It's hard to have conversations with someone when they get defensive, and that's my problem with you. I speak definitively because I feel that you are not understanding the main point. When I see your texts, I analyze what's happening and what made you say so and try to understand why it is that way. And those comments are made from my own conclusion. That does not mean I think that's a definite truth. Like in legal argument, it's nothing personal but factual speaking. If there's a refute, I am willing to listen and accommodate. However, I believe that issue was me speaking definitively made you feel invalidated or ignored when I was expecting to hear your sides, not how that made you feel. I am unsure how well I will be trying to adjust that tone, but in the meantime understand that me speaking that way only means that I am promoting my opinion and I want to hear what you think, not invalidating your sides or other possibilities. Even this paragraph is definitive, and I'm not sure how I'd word it better. If you feel that this isn't working, let me know.
Me: I accept this response.
You are still pushing blame, and I believe that me telling you I was afraid to talk to you should've been a reasonable response to your question on why I haven't spoken up before.
I'm setting up a communication boundary and will now be following through with it. If that boundary is pushed, I will communicate that to you immediately, though it's possible for it to fall through if I'm in a mentally bad head space, and I will need time to respond back.
We are not lawyers at home, so I don't deserve to be talked to like one and have to feel like I should respond like one.
Leo: I understand that lawyerly talk isn't your thing, but I still have hard time understanding why that's an issue for you. I have always spoken that way with people and others to me as well, and while I see how it can be exhausting, I am failing to see why that's an issue. When I'm having a conversation, I need to get to conclusions. I do not appreciate talks with no real objectives besides just sharing feeling. I believe it achieves no tangible outcome. I do think sharing feelings is important, but at the end we need to have a conversation on how to resolve it. And to do so, the lawyerly talk is necessary in my opinion. We are adults trying to fix issues, and I want you to be the same level as me on that. We are not lawyers at home, but if responsibilities are not taken up, one needs to bring it up. I haven't seen you doing so much of that, and that's the reason most of my conversation with you goes that way. We will find a healthy balance, but this does not mean I will not talk to you definitively ever. I don't even know how we can resolve anything without talking like that. About you not speaking up - I believe its neither my fault or yours. The dynamic we formed at the beginning of summer last year made it that way (you not sure what to do and me trying to get things going), and I feel unfair about your statement on you not speaking up because I made you feel that way. I appreciate you having the boundaries moving on. It's not an inconvenience for me, rather something I'd like for us to have.
Me: I understand that being your perspective on it. There's time and place for speaking like that. However, these are the only conversations we have with each other right now, and there's nothing else we seem to talk about. So it's an overwhelming feeling when that's the only communication I get from you for long periods of time.
Leo: In my opinion, if something's not working, we have to have that kind of conversation. If we are to just chat and chill, i won't be and will be cautious not to.
As I spoke before, I don't feel like being with you is hanging out. It feels more so talking to my coworker or my boss and discussing work to do. Which is why I think it's helpful if you or I bring friends over hang out together. It helps me distract from talking about those and really just chill. I also don't want to just awkwardly have normal conversations with you in hopes to make things better. That feels superficial.
I actually always feel better after you share your thoughts and what's been bugging you. It helps me relieve my burdens too and just be ourselves. It's annoying at first, but I feel better that way. Hope it's the same for you.
Me: That's fine to have that conversation, I also want that conversation. I'm not a confrontational person and will always pick the path of least resistance as it's how I responded to my crazy family growing up. I, personally, didn't think I'd ever have to do that again when I moved out and yet I'm doing it again. It's made me completely disassociate from myself and I don't feel like I have energy to do anything anymore.
It may or may not be a trauma response. My therapist has brought up CPTSD as a possible issue I'm dealing with internally and that's why I respond to things in a way that I do. And me not being able to trust people that I'm talking to will always guarantee that my defenses are up.
I'm not asking that we need to be superficial to each other, but just doing a wordless activity together like shopping or something with exercising would be a way for us to be comfortable in each other's space again.
That's up to you. I'm not pressuring you to do so or that we have to do it. It's just a thought
Leo: I'm open to it - except that I would like if you could plan it and push for it. I'm the type of person that cancels on plan if the other person is not pushing it unless it's something I really want to do.
I understand the PTSD part as well. It's not something I thought of and I think it makes sense. I hope that we continue to understand each other better so we get to the point where those walls come down.
Tldr; My long time friend has been speaking to me horribly since we moved in together. After a text I got last weekend, I'm fed up and stood up for myself over text. I can't remove myself from the situation of living with them right now, but really need advice going forward. If anyone has experience navigating a situation like this, I would really appreciate it.
2024.05.28 01:31 Minddoesntstop seeking help for website design
So, I have had my website for a couple years now but also work full time and haven't had much time to focus on the design of my website (maybe work is an excuse but I do know I am too mentally exhausted to even try to focus on website design) instead I focus mostly on just getting good content out there. Which I truly do believe I have a lot of insightful posts to share with the world but I want my website to look more professional, user friendly and exciting enough to make people want to stay on the site so that they end up clicking different posts to read. A bunch of posts lined up in blog style/news format hasn't seemed to be working too well for me.
I want an exciting homepage/static page. My website is based on a variety of topics such as: mental health, inside the minds of disturbed artists, the importance of being an introvert, importance of body language and non-verbal communication, the importance of mental rehearsal and imagery, the power of our minds, mindfulness, metaphysics and the cosmic world and how all the great genius' of the past have tapped into this power to achieve seeming miracles, addiction, abuse, the effects loneliness and so much more.
I also go over my experience and the dark places I have been in the past compared to the place I am at now. Hoping that my experiences are able to help others see the light. So, my idea for the home page is having 2 different sections you can click on, one for the "before" (the dark stages) and one for the after (the recovery and advice for others to see the light again.) It could have like two different images, one being a dark cave or a prison and one being a palace, showing that you can either create a prison or a palace in the realms of your mind, depending on how you go about things, how you train your mind to work in ways that either benefit you or hold you back. Basically want to show people that the way life goes for us is all based on our mind set, decisions, thought process and the actions we take.
I have no clue how to create this home page though, I have tried and it just looked ghetto and unprofessional. I am willing to pay for themes or templates or even pay someone to do it for me. I just don't even know where to start.
Searching advice on google and Youtube tutorials have only got me so far. Please help a girl out !!!!!
The site I am looking to do this on is in my link on my profile. I don't want to post it here because it would be considered promotion I think. Please check it out and give me any advice you possibly could. Or referrals to anyone who can do it for me.
Thank you so much in advance :)
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I want an exciting homepage/static page. My website is based on a variety of topics such as: mental health, inside the minds of disturbed artists, the importance of being an introvert, importance of body language and non-verbal communication, the importance of mental rehearsal and imagery, the power of our minds, mindfulness, metaphysics and the cosmic world and how all the great genius' of the past have tapped into this power to achieve seeming miracles, addiction, abuse, the effects loneliness and so much more.
I also go over my experience and the dark places I have been in the past compared to the place I am at now. Hoping that my experiences are able to help others see the light. So, my idea for the home page is having 2 different sections you can click on, one for the "before" (the dark stages) and one for the after (the recovery and advice for others to see the light again.) It could have like two different images, one being a dark cave or a prison and one being a palace, showing that you can either create a prison or a palace in the realms of your mind, depending on how you go about things, how you train your mind to work in ways that either benefit you or hold you back. Basically want to show people that the way life goes for us is all based on our mind set, decisions, thought process and the actions we take.
I have no clue how to create this home page though, I have tried and it just looked ghetto and unprofessional. I am willing to pay for themes or templates or even pay someone to do it for me. I just don't even know where to start.
Searching advice on google and Youtube tutorials have only got me so far. Please help a girl out !!!!!
The site I am looking to do this on is in my link on my profile. I don't want to post it here because it would be considered promotion I think. Please check it out and give me any advice you possibly could. Or referrals to anyone who can do it for me.
Thank you so much in advance :)
2024.05.28 01:30 Minddoesntstop seeking help with website design
So, I have had my website for a couple years now but also work full time and haven't had much time to focus on the design of my website (maybe work is an excuse but I do know I am too mentally exhausted to even try to focus on website design) instead I focus mostly on just getting good content out there. Which I truly do believe I have a lot of insightful posts to share with the world but I want my website to look more professional, user friendly and exciting enough to make people want to stay on the site so that they end up clicking different posts to read. A bunch of posts lined up in blog style/news format hasn't seemed to be working too well for me.
I want an exciting homepage/static page. My website is based on a variety of topics such as: mental health, inside the minds of disturbed artists, the importance of being an introvert, importance of body language and non-verbal communication, the importance of mental rehearsal and imagery, the power of our minds, mindfulness, metaphysics and the cosmic world and how all the great genius' of the past have tapped into this power to achieve seeming miracles, addiction, abuse, the effects loneliness and so much more.
I also go over my experience and the dark places I have been in the past compared to the place I am at now. Hoping that my experiences are able to help others see the light. So, my idea for the home page is having 2 different sections you can click on, one for the "before" (the dark stages) and one for the after (the recovery and advice for others to see the light again.) It could have like two different images, one being a dark cave or a prison and one being a palace, showing that you can either create a prison or a palace in the realms of your mind, depending on how you go about things, how you train your mind to work in ways that either benefit you or hold you back. Basically want to show people that the way life goes for us is all based on our mind set, decisions, thought process and the actions we take.
I have no clue how to create this home page though, I have tried and it just looked ghetto and unprofessional. I am willing to pay for themes or templates or even pay someone to do it for me. I just don't even know where to start.
Searching advice on google and Youtube tutorials have only got me so far. Please help a girl out !!!!!
The site I am looking to do this on is in my link on my profile. I don't want to post it here because it would be considered promotion I think. Please check it out and give me any advice you possibly could. Or referrals to anyone who can do it for me.
Thank you so much in advance :)
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I want an exciting homepage/static page. My website is based on a variety of topics such as: mental health, inside the minds of disturbed artists, the importance of being an introvert, importance of body language and non-verbal communication, the importance of mental rehearsal and imagery, the power of our minds, mindfulness, metaphysics and the cosmic world and how all the great genius' of the past have tapped into this power to achieve seeming miracles, addiction, abuse, the effects loneliness and so much more.
I also go over my experience and the dark places I have been in the past compared to the place I am at now. Hoping that my experiences are able to help others see the light. So, my idea for the home page is having 2 different sections you can click on, one for the "before" (the dark stages) and one for the after (the recovery and advice for others to see the light again.) It could have like two different images, one being a dark cave or a prison and one being a palace, showing that you can either create a prison or a palace in the realms of your mind, depending on how you go about things, how you train your mind to work in ways that either benefit you or hold you back. Basically want to show people that the way life goes for us is all based on our mind set, decisions, thought process and the actions we take.
I have no clue how to create this home page though, I have tried and it just looked ghetto and unprofessional. I am willing to pay for themes or templates or even pay someone to do it for me. I just don't even know where to start.
Searching advice on google and Youtube tutorials have only got me so far. Please help a girl out !!!!!
The site I am looking to do this on is in my link on my profile. I don't want to post it here because it would be considered promotion I think. Please check it out and give me any advice you possibly could. Or referrals to anyone who can do it for me.
Thank you so much in advance :)
2024.05.28 01:20 apehasreturned Booking the AEW World Title In 2024 - Part One: There Will Be Blood
 | While the AEW World Title has been through some tumultuous, CM Punk-adjacent times, the company is striving to “restore the feeling” with one of the strongest rosters ever assembled in a wrestling promotion, while also maximizing the talents of once-underused stars like Swerve Strickland and Samoa Joe. In fact, that’s where we’re starting off - with the recently maniacal and now beloved Swerve taking on the unstoppable Samoa Joe for the AEW World Title in St. Louis. submitted by apehasreturned to FantasyBookingElite [link] [comments] Dynasty However, we’ve got one thing to get out of the way first - and that’s earlier in the show. In the weeks leading up to Dynasty, Hangman Page said he’d do anything to stop Swerve Strickland leaving St. Louis with the title, leaving the main event in jeopardy of breaking down completely. While he seems to be considering asking for a No Disqualification match and trying his luck, Swerve thinks better of it, instead vowing to just… beat Page to the punch and jump his ass before the match. However, he’s stopped by Tony Khan, who says that he can’t let Swerve go and get into backstage brawls in good conscience. After seeing Jack Perry return to help the Young Bucks win the AEW Tag Titles, he says that he’ll simply prevent interference from taking place by suspending anyone who tries something during the main event. Joe and Swerve are both fine with the terms, and we’re off to the races for a good, clean fight between two of AEW’s most violent and tactical competitors. AEW World Title, Everyone Banned From Ringside: Samoa Joe (c) vs. Swerve Strickland Prince Nana accompanies Swerve out for an entrance fit for a champion, but he heads to the back afterwards, no seconds allowed as Samoa Joe storms to the ring with a confident smirk on his face. Introductions are made, the bell is rung, and HERE WE GO! Joe immediately tries to goad Swerve into a lockup, daring the challenger to shoot his shot against a man twice his size, but Strickland plays it smart, hacking away at Joe’s legs from a distance with stiff kicks. Pretty quickly, Joe gets frustrated, finally catching a leg and clobbering Swerve with a forearm, backing him up into the corner for a series of jabs and chops before GOING STRAIGHT FOR A MUSCLE BUSTER! Swerve frantically fights free, Joe catching him with a short-arm lariat to hang him up on the top rope before starting to clamber up himself. However, Strickland’s got plans of his own, dropping to the apron and BULLDOGGING JOE’S FACE STRAIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Joe drops down to the mat, Swerve leaping to the top rope for a SWERVE STOMP, JOE FALLING BACK AT THE LAST MOMENT TO SLIP BEHIND THE CHALLENGER AND LOCK IN A COQUINA CLUTCH! Immediately grabbing the top rope, Swerve’s eyes are bulging out of his head until four, Joe forced to release the hold as Swerve collapses into the turnbuckles and EATS A GAMENGIRI TO SEND HIM TO THE FLOOR! Joe bides his time, mocking the crowd’s deafening cries of “WHOSE HOUSE? SWERVE’S HOUSE!” before heading to the apron for a PK TO SWERVE’S CHEST, ONLY FOR SWERVE TO COUNTER INTO A DRAGON SCREW AND SEND JOE CRASHING TO THE FLOOR! It’s clear in the early goings that this is going to be a chess match, but that won’t stop these two from going ham - whenever they spot an opening, they’ll do whatever it takes. Swerve keeps the pressure on by attempting a tornado DDT off the apron, but this time it’s Joe who gets to counter, wincing at the pain in his knee as he holds Swerve bolt upright for a VERTICAL SUPLEX ONTO THE FLOOR! Strickland sits up in agony, struggling to breathe from the pain as Taz points out it might have impacted a kidney, but Joe shows no mercy, following it with a GERMAN SUPLEX, NOW A TIGER SUPLEX, AND FINALLY A DRAGON SUPLEX TO LAY THE CHALLENGER OUT COMPLETELY! He rolls Swerve back in, lackadaisically covering for two before driving a few knees into the ribs of his grounded opponent. Joe continues to deal damage in the ring, focusing on the midsection with brutal stomps and round kicks, mixing in throws and slams to continuously wear down his foe. Eventually, he feels like he’s done enough to go for the Coquina Clutch again, struggling to flatten Swerve out, but the challenger is tenacious, protecting his neck and batting away Joe’s arms before trying to slide out from under the Samoan Submission Machine, Joe trying to trap him with his legs… BUT SWERVE TWEAKS JOE’S KNEE TO ESCAPE, AND NOW HE’S GOT HIS OPENING! AXE KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD, AND NOW A JUMPING DDT! HE’S GOT JOE SET, THE CHAMPION COMING TO HIS KNEES… HOUSE CALL! ONE! TWO! THR-NOOO! JOE KICKS OUT! Swerve gets right back on the attack, pummeling the leg before flattening Joe with a DDT as he tries to get to his knees. The champion’s in trouble, landing an elbow to Swerve’s body before staggering into the corner, but Swerve rushes him with a pump kick in the corner, followed by a series of brutal stomps to the head. He clambers up to the top rope, calling for a Swerve Stomp, but Joe makes him pay for going for broke early, slapping him across the ear to ring his bell before HITTING AN ENZIGURI! Strickland flops across the top turnbuckle, Joe lighting him up with punishing strikes before hoisting him out of the corner for a MUSCLE BUSTER, BUT THE LEG GIVES OUT! Swerve drops down… POISON RANA CONNECTS! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT BY JOE! The challenger rushes to the corner, measuring his target for another HOUSE CALL, BUT JOE TURNS HIM INSIDE OUT WITH A LARIAT! He drives Swerve into the corner, roaring in his face before unleashing a series of punishing headbutts, hoisting Strickland to the top rope and pounding some feeling back into his leg before once again going for a MUSCLE BUSTER… AND HE GETS IT! ONE! TWO! THRE-SWERVE JUST MANAGES TO GET THE SHOULDER UP! With Swerve having managed to get a shoulder up after a Muscle Buster, a furious Joe is on a warpath, hurling the challenger out to the floor and clobbering him with Muay Thai knees to the ribs and a vicious elbow strike on the jaw. Joe chops Swerve across the chest before uprooting the ring steps, setting them up near the barricade. He sits Strickland on them, winding up to run the length of ringside for a HUGE BOOT, BUT SWERVE KICKS OUT THE KNEE WITH A LOW DROPKICK, JOE SENT CAREENING HEAD-FIRST INTO THE STEEL! Swerve is gasping for air, struggling to recuperate and take advantage, but suddenly, he gets a gleam in his eye as he sees Joe raise his head, bloodied. He winds up… ANOTHER HOUSE CALL TO SEND JOE INTO A SEATED POSITION ON THE BOTTOM STEP! Scrambling to the ring apron, Strickland looks like a man possessed, the crowd rallying behind him as he taps into that sadistic side for a SWERVE STOMP AGAINST THE STEEL STEPS, THE CHAMPION SENT TUMBLING OVER THE BACK OF THEM AT A SICKENING ANGLE! The challenger works with all his might to muscle Joe up and roll him back into the ring, exhausted, but he still manages to scale the ropes. Joe’s on dream street in the middle of the ring, instinctively trying to get back to his feet, but HE’S CUT OFF WITH A SECOND SWERVE STOMP, DRIVING HIM STRAIGHT DOWN INTO THE CANVAS! ONE! TWO! THREE! Swerve Strickland def. Samoa Joe (15:48) to win the AEW World Title It was a sprint to cap off a long show, and as Joe looks up at the lights, it’s clear that Swerve’s grit and quick thinking is going to make him one hell of a champion. Prince Nana comes out to celebrate with him, the crowd electric as Swerve Strickland raises the AEW World Championship aloft to close out Dynasty. After the show, he’s congratulated by Tony Khan and much of the AEW locker room at the top of the ramp, including a begrudging handshake from Samoa Joe. Road to Double or Nothing With Swerve Strickland crowned champion, he’s kicking off Dynamite at Daily’s Place, getting to celebrate some more with Prince Nana and the AEW fans. He says he worked his ass off and did some crazy things to get his hands on this gold, and now the hard part begins - keeping it away from all those who want to see him dead and buried. On screen, Nick and Matt Jackson appear, the new AEW Tag Team Champions saying that they didn’t appreciate Swerve going over their heads to Tony Khan about his title match. As EVPs, they should be making the decisions, but they’ll sort that out with Tony, who “clearly has a bias towards Swerve, even congratulating him after the show.” Swerve brushes them off, certain he can face whatever odds the EVPs stack against him - after all, they’re still on something of a short leash in management. The Bucks warn him that he has a lot of enemies, and tell him that the Elite are a set of enemies he really doesn’t want to make. Strickland says he’s the champ; making enemies comes with the territory. The Bucks look disappointed, but shrug and turn off the feed before HANGMAN PAGE DECAPITATES SWERVE WITH A BUCKSHOT LARIAT! He brutalizes Swerve, even turning his attentions to Nana with a DEADEYE! Later in the night, Tony Khan is attacked by the Elite, dying a tragic death and never being seen again on screen. Included in the attack is a reinstated Jack Perry, who’s welcomed into the Elite with open arms before Hangman Page hits the scene. The Bucks look alarmed, having suspended Page months ago, but as Page starts stomping the shit out of Tony Khan, they embrace him, gaining two new members in their ranks. The next week sees Hangman explain his decision - he says that before Dynasty, he spoke to his wife. In October, Strickland broke into Page’s home, made his family feel unsafe, and Page promised to his wife that he’d make sure Swerve’s dreams never came true. That his behaviour wouldn’t be rewarded. However, Tony Khan stopped him from doing that at Dynasty; he made him lie to his wife, violate his word as Swerve violated his home… so he felt no remorse in doing what he did to Tony, a man who he gave everything to as a day one original of AEW. With the Bucks in charge, he’ll get to make good on his word, albeit a little late - at Double or Nothing, he’ll challenge Strickland for the gold. Swerve better enjoy the glory while he can, because in Vegas, it’ll literally be Double or Nothing; It’ll be a Three Stages of Hell Match, and Hangman will stop at nothing to bring Swerve to the Seventh Circle. Naturally, Strickland jumps Page to get his revenge for the week prior, a massive brawl sparking off and ending with the Elite standing tall. The remainder of the Road to Double or Nothing sees the stipulations slowly unveiled for the title bout - Page chooses a straightforward singles match, having come the closest to beating Swerve in the past under that ruleset, while Strickland goes for a Steel Cage Match to try and keep the Elite out of the equation (and to rule out the Buckshot Lariat by not leaving enough room on the apron). Finally, should it go to a third fall, the Young Bucks use their EVP powers to make it an ambulance match, saying that if he somehow manages to beat Page once, he’ll still end up carted out of the MGM Grand a failure, just as Killshot should’ve been years ago from the Lucha Underground arena. Swerve Strickland (c) vs. Hangman Page Double or Nothing Three Stages of Hell Match for the AEW World Title: Swerve Strickland (c) vs. Hangman Page It’s a big fight feel for the main event of Double or Nothing, Anarchy in the Arena having gone the Elite’s way to put Hangman Page in the driver’s seat for this one. Page is out first to Ghost Riders in the Sky, tapping into the same energy that granted him victory against Jon Moxley a year prior. However, Swerve matches it by simply having the roof come off the MGM Grand Garden Arena the second he steps foot on the stage, the pinnacle of self-assuredness as he makes his way down to the ring. He’s been here before, he’s fought this kind of war, and now all he has to do is push Hangman just as far as he did in the past. Fall One: Singles Match There’s plenty of hate between these two, but they’re both aware of the fact that there’s at least one more grueling bout to go after this, so there’s a bit of a tentative start. Swerve offers a high hand for a lockup, Page slowly meeting him in the middle of the ring and immediately grabbing a fistful of Swerve’s hair to slam him backwards into the mat, mounting him with a flurry of punches. Strickland flips him over, firing back with shots of his own before rising to his feet, rushing for a running shooting star that Hangman avoids, rolling out of harm’s way to the floor. Strickland gives chase, Page fleeing back into the ring and rushing to the opposite apron as Swerve feigns entering, Hangman slingshotting himself with a BUCKSHOT LARIAT, BUT SWERVE FAKED HIM OUT, INTERCEPTING WITH A DROPKICK TO THE ARM! Page clutches the limb as Swerve lands a high knee to the jaw, following it with a swift DDT to bring Hangman to the mat for a PENTA-ESQUE ARM SNAPPER! It’s clear Swerve’s already set his target, gaining the advantage early by outsmarting the overly aggressive Page, and he keeps the pressure on by looking for a straight armbar, trying to prompt Hangman into giving up a fall quickly to ensure minimal damage is done. However, Page manages to lock his grip, stacking Swerve for two before winding up for a SOCCER KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD, FORCING SWERVE TO RELEASE! He begins ruthlessly laying into Swerve with a flurry of stomps to the skull, brutally assaulting his opponent before the referee starts a disqualification count. Page relents at four, but the damage could well already be done, Strickland looking worse for wear as he struggles to his feet in the corner… AND EATS A RUNNING FACEWASH BOOT, THE CROWD ERUPTING INTO BOOS AS PAGE STANDS TALL! Beginning to mug the champion with a devastating series of offensive maneuvers, Page is comfortably in the driver’s seat, intermittently giving Swerve a reprieve as he focuses on getting some feeling back into his arm. Soon enough, he looks to wrap things up with a Deadeye, giving Swerve an opening to reverse into a sunset flip, Page rolling straight through as Strickland kips up to NAIL A SUPERKICK TO A KNEELING PAGE! He seamlessly floats behind him, no wasted motion as he hoists Hangman up and over with a beautiful arcing BRIDGING GERMAN! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT BY PAGE! Hangman rolls out to the apron to try and catch a breather, but Swerve’s a menace on the attack, flying at him with a forearm before kicking out the knee, nailing a Gamengiri to drop Page to the ground. Immediately, Swerve vaults over the ropes for an APRON PUMP KICK, BUT HANGMAN REVERSES WITH A DRAGON SCREW, JUST AS SWERVE DID TO JOE! Page grabs his arm in clear discomfort, but he can’t let this opportunity pass him by, lifting Swerve up for a DRIVING TACKLE INTO THE BARRICADE! He gets a hold on the back of Swerve’s head, smashing his face into the top of the barrier before going for a suplex gutbuster onto the guardrail, only for Strickland to reverse and drop into the front row. Hangman instinctively grabs at him, Swerve thumbing the eye and dragging him over for a DRAPING PILEDRIVER INTO THE FRONT ROW OF CHAIRS! The crowd clears out as Swerve muscles his opponent up, Page on dream street as he’s sent back between the ropes… ONE! TWO! THRE-KICKOUT BY PAGE! It seems as though Hangman’s operating on pure spite to stay in this first fall, commentary questioning what it’ll take for Swerve to beat him not once, but twice if that wasn’t enough. Swerve sticks to the gameplan, stomping the arm before landing a few Kawada kicks to the face to work Page’s head over, hoping to fill his mind with cobwebs and keep him off his game as he lines up for a HOUSE CALL, ONLY FOR PAGE TO GRAB THE LEG! PAGE ROLLS STRAIGHT OVER AND BACK UP TO HIS FEET, TRAPPING SWERVE IN POSITION… DEADEYE! ONE! TWO! THR-SWERVE LIFTS THE SHOULDER! Hangman starts driving knees into the body and head of the grounded AEW Champion, taking the simple approach of pummeling him as much as possible ahead of a certain second fall before stepping out to the apron. Page calls for the Buckshot Lariat, wanting to make the most of its near-certain ability to end a match before the cage takes away his ability to connect with it, but Swerve takes his time getting to his feet. Page launches himself the second Swerve’s off his knees, but STRICKLAND COUNTERS, USING PAGE’S MOMENTUM AGAINST HIM AND NAILING A FLATLINER! He scrambles to roll over, transitioning into a DEADLIFT VERTICAL SUPLEX, BUT PAGE DROPS BEHIND ON ADRENALINE ALONE TO NAIL A BACKDROP DRIVER! Swerve is folded up like an accordion as Page falls through the ropes to the apron, urging Strickland to get up… BUCKSHOT LARIAT CONNECTS, BEHEADING THE CHAMPION! Page clutches his arm in agony, worried the impact might’ve been numbed by his subconscious self-preserving hesitation, but he immediately scrambles to hook both legs… ONE! TWO! THREE! HE GOT HIM! Hangman Page def. Swerve Strickland (14:28) to win the first fall Fall Two: Steel Cage Match Page knows he should take advantage and capitalize immediately, but it’s clear his final furious surge of energy to pick up the first fall has now led to an adrenaline dump, leaving both men down and out on the canvas as the steel cage lowers around them. He’s still the first to his feet, Strickland barely stirring after the Buckshot as Page heaves him up and hurls him headlong into the chain link. Immediately using the structure to his advantage, Hangman grinds Swerve’s face against the steel, drawing blood quickly before swinging Strickland over his shoulder for a LAWN DART INTO THE CAGE, SWERVE TUMBLING DOWN THE GAP BETWEEN THE RING AND THE STEEL! Page admires his work, taking a bit of a breather to try and recover from the massive damage doled out to him in the first round, but he eventually drops down to join Swerve in the tight confines of their makeshift ringside equivalent. With no room to escape, Strickland is left prone to a series of brutal stomps, Page eventually reaching under the ring to pull out all manner of weapons: a chain, a cinderblock, a pane of glass, two chairs, and a special chair wrapped in barbed wire. Sliding the rest of them into the ring, he holds onto the cinderblock, placing it on the apron before lifting Swerve out of the abyss, looking to give him a taste of his own medicine from Full Gear. The crowd watches on in horror as a deranged Hangman gets Strickland up into a fireman’s carry… but SWERVE PUSHES OFF THE CAGE TO LAND BACK IN THE RING, NAILING A DROPSAULT TO SEND HANGMAN INTO THE STEEL! The champion is showing signs of life now, and with Page trying to balance himself on the apron, he’s got the perfect opportunity for revenge, picking up the barbed wire chair and SMASHING IT INTO THE UPPER BACK OF HIS FOE! Pinpricks of blood give way to a great cascade of crimson down the spine of the Hangman, Swerve maniacally swinging for the fences with each shot on a trapped opponent. Finally, he winds up for one more horrific blow, Page’s face up against the chain link as Swerve charges with the chair… PAGE DUCKS AT THE LAST MOMENT, AVOIDING HIS HEAD BEING SANDWICHED BY MERE INCHES! The chair drops to the floor as Page fires back with a forearm, battling through the pain, but Strickland is merciless, connecting with a headbutt to rock the challenger before rushing him once more, only for HANGMAN TO SEAMLESSLY COUNTER INTO A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER ON THE CINDERBLOCK! Page scrambles to get Swerve back in the ring, but the champion has the wherewithal to drop back down between the cage and the ring, making extracting him virtually impossible for the beaten Hangman. Still, Page grits his teeth, and uses his one good arm to haul Swerve’s body up onto the apron and between the ropes, hooking the leg… ONE! TWO! THRE-NOOO! Page can’t believe it, a fraction of a second away from a second AEW Title reign, and he’s clearly cracking from the emotional weight of it all. However, he has to keep the pressure on, setting up the two chairs near one of the corners before laying the pane of glass between them. He picks Swerve up for a powerbomb, LOOKING TO PUT HIM THROUGH THE GLASS, BUT SWERVE MANAGES TO DROP OFF HIS SHOULDERS AT THE LAST MOMENT! Strickland drops to the mat behind Page in a heap, Page letting out his frustration with a few petulant stomps before leaning over to pick Swerve back up… AND EATING METAL, SWERVE WRAPPING HIS FIST IN THE CHAIN AND DECKING PAGE IN THE MOUTH! HE STACKS A STUNNED HANGMAN UP… ONE! TWO! THRE-NOOO! Immediately, the champion transitions into a submission attempt, trying to use the chain to assist in locking in a crossface, but Page elbows his way free, pounding away at Swerve’s leg to try and get some space. He scrambles to his feet, realizing all too late that Swerve’s got the chain tangled around his neck - AND NOW SWERVE NAILS A SUPERKICK, PULLING HIM INTO THE STRIKE! Instead of attacking his opponent, Swerve leans over the ropes and laces the chain through the cage wall, grinning at his handiwork as Page lunges at him… ONLY FOR SWERVE TO PULL THE CHAIN, SLAMMING THE BACK OF HANGMAN’S HEAD INTO THE CAGE AND NEARLY SENDING HIM RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE! Hangman gasps for air as Strickland wrenches his body weight back, slowly lifting Page off of the ground… but his leg gives out, unable to support both men’s weight for too long. The challenger drops back to the canvas, but Swerve’s managed to use the cage to turn the tides as he catches his breath. Still holding onto the chain for dear life, Swerve builds up some slack to try and smash Page in the midsection with it, but Page meets him with a boot before removing the chain, averting disaster before connecting with a FALLAWAY SLAM, SENDING SWERVE ONTO THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR! ONE! TWO! THRE-ANOTHER KICKOUT! Strickland is bleeding heavily from his back now too, blood and flesh left strewn about the ring as Page goes for broke. Setting Swerve up on the top rope, he clambers up as well, the crowd rising to their feet as the two crimson-coated gladiators slug it out… AND HANGMAN GETS SWERVE UP FOR A DEADEYE! HE’S TRYING FOR AN AVALANCHE DEADEYE INTO THE GLASS… BUT STRICKLAND GRABS THE CAGE, PULLING HIMSELF BACK AND SENDING PAGE FLYING INTO AN ERUPTION OF CRYSTALLINE SHARDS! Hangman tries to rise up from the carnage on instinct, more glass digging into his skin as he attempts to stand, eventually collapsing once more as Strickland looks down. The ambulance is already parked on the ramp in case this goes to a third fall - if he deals enough damage right now, he could win two straight falls in the span of a minute. Knowing that going full send is the best course of action to maybe wrap this one up, he scales even higher, reaching the top of the cage as Las Vegas erupts… SWERVE STOMP FROM THE TOP OF THE DAMN CAGE, CRUSHING HANGMAN RIGHT BACK DOWN INTO THE SHATTERED GLASS! SWERVE GRABS HIS BAD LEG IN AGONY, BUT IT CAN’T STOP HIM FROM DRAPING HIMSELF OVER A LIFELESS HANGMAN… ONE! TWO! THREE! Swerve Strickland def. Adam Page (16:10) to win the second fall Fall Three: Ambulance Match Swerve can’t stand after such a hellacious drop, still clutching his leg as he sits up in the pool of broken glass. Hangman’s completely unmoving, though, so he has to get a move on as the cage starts to rise for the third and final fall. He rolls under the ropes, flopping against the ambulance doors and heaving them open to pull out the gurney… BUT JACK PERRY’S INSIDE, THAT RAT BASTARD! Jack leaps out as the gurney tumbles to the floor, immediately looking to cinch in some sort of sleeper on Swerve, but Strickland bucks him off and SWINGS THE DOOR OPEN INTO HIS FACE! Perry is stunned for just long enough to give Swerve an opening, Strickland grabbing a fistful of broken glass and HAMMERING PERRY ON THE JAW! Real glass, cry me a river. With Perry incapacitated, Swerve drags Hangman under the ropes and onto the gurney, trying to load him into the ambulance before he has the chance to come to his senses. He pushes the gurney up into the vehicle, but before he can close the doors, Perry’s back up, swinging wildly to give Page a few extra seconds. Swerve fires back, filled with adrenaline as he NAILS PERRY WITH A POWERBOMB ONTO THE RAMP! Hoping to get rid of Perry permanently, Swerve heads around to the passenger’s side door, opening it up and undoing the seatbelt as the terrified driver curls up against the opposite side. He chucks Perry into the passenger’s seat, buckling him in before CHAINING THE SEATBELT TO THE DOORHANDLE, TRAPPING JACK IN PLACE! Perry hurls verbal abuse at the AEW Champion as Strickland looks to head around the back and close the doors on Hangman, but PAGE IS BACK UP, VAULTING OVER PERRY AND TACKLING SWERVE OUT THE PASSENGER’S SIDE DOOR! Hangman’s got the advantage now, coated head to toe in his and Strickland’s blood as he rains forearms down with his good side. Picking Swerve up, he launches him headlong into the windshield, bringing the gurney around to try and strap the champion down. Swerve fights him off with a few punches, stumbling around the hood of the ambulance, but HANGMAN LAUNCHES HIMSELF FORWARD WITH A MODIFIED BUCKSHOT LARIAT, SLINGSHOTTING OVER THE GURNEY TO CONNECT ONCE MORE! He fights to pick Swerve up with one arm, the final Buckshot doing enough damage to negate his bad arm’s usefulness completely, but the champion keeps going on instinct with feeble elbows to the body. Page drags Swerve towards the gurney, trying to strap him in, but STRICKLAND WITH A WELL-PLACED KNEE TO THE JAW! He staggers away, not quite sure where he is as he finds himself perched against the hood of the ambulance, and now PAGE WITH A BOOT! Hangman clambers onto the hood of the ambulance, bringing Swerve with him as he looks for a POWERBOMB INTO THE WINDSHIELD, BUT STRICKLAND FLOATS OVER… AND PICKS PAGE UP FOR A BRAINBUSTER OFF THE HOOD OF THE AMBULANCE AND ONTO THE GURNEY! He can’t strap Page down, or even wheel the gurney to the back of the ambulance, as the gurney is destroyed on impact. He’s forced to drag Page on one good leg, heaving him around back and attempting to shove him into the vehicle… BUT PAGE WITH A CLUBBING LARIAT! He heaves Swerve up and falls out himself, closing one door… BUT SWERVE STOPS THE OTHER FROM CLOSING! Swerve kicks the door open and jumps out with a crossbody, only for Page to reverse into a FALLAWAY SLAM INTO THE RING APRON! He tries to kip up as he usually does, but he’s too physically depleted to manage, instead rolling slowly up to his feet and dragging Swerve back to the ambulance. He grabs one of the chairs from the ring as Strickland attempts to stand, leaving great bloody handprints smeared across the ambulance doors as he does. Page winds up, an unsuspecting Swerve turning around as THE CHAIR IS SWUNG STRAIGHT INTO THE DOOR, STRICKLAND DROPPING AT THE LAST MOMENT! The impact reverberates through Page’s arm, Swerve kicking it before taking out the knee with a low dropkick… HOUSE CALL CONNECTS! COME ON, SWERVE! GET HIM IN THE AMBULANCE! He hoists Page up, the challenger vanishing into the shadows of the vehicle… BUT PAGE IS FIGHTING WITH ALL HIS MIGHT, STICKING HIS ARM OUT TO KEEP THE DOOR FROM CLOSING! He pushes his bad arm through the gap, trying to grab at Swerve’s face, desperately clawing to drag the champion into the ambulance as well, but SWERVE SLAMS THE DOOR ON THE BAD ARM! ONCE, TWICE, THRICE, OVER AND OVER AND OVER! PAGE REFUSES TO WITHDRAW THE ARM, SHEER HATRED DRIVING HIM AGAINST STRICKLAND! NOW HE USES HIS OTHER ARM TO FINALLY FORCE THE DOOR FURTHER AJAR, FIGHTING THROUGH THE GAP… STRICKLAND KICKS THE DOOR WITH ALL HIS MIGHT, SANDWICHING A BLOODY PAGE’S HEAD IN THE STEEL! HE’S OUT COLD, AND NOW SWERVE ROLLS THE LIMP BODY IN - AND CLOSES THE DOORS! SWERVE’S DONE IT! Swerve Strickland def. Adam Page (9:57) to win the third fall Swerve Strickland (2) def. Adam Page (1) (40:35) to retain the AEW World Title Road to Forbidden Door Despite Swerve managing to knock off Hangman Page at Double or Nothing, the Elite as a whole are flying high coming out of the event after beating Team AEW in Anarchy in the Arena. With a collaborative show on the horizon, the EVPs are essentially shit out of luck in trying to screw Swerve over at Forbidden Door, with a Forbidden Door Gauntlet deciding Swerve’s next PPV challenger. Dynamite sees all manner of NJPW and CMLL talent striving to get their crack at the gold, but in the end, Shingo Takagi definitively puts Hiroshi Tanahashi down to stake his claim to Swerve in New York. We’re promised big time graps as Swerve Strickland’s set to defend the AEW World Title in New York against a man with plenty of experience as a champion in his own right, both in Japan and the United States: Shingo Takagi. Swerve talks about the respect he’s got for Shingo’s ability, and how much he’s looked forward to facing him, but also says he’s lent no quarter when he’s in the ring. Shingo may be bigger and stronger, he may be plenty accomplished, but Strickland’s not afraid to hurt him if he has to in order to walk away with the win - and Shingo promises the sentiment is mutual. On route to their match, they have a one-upmanship contest teaming together against the House of Torture and Elite tandem of Ren Narita and Jack Perry. Swerve and Perry make a beeline for one another, Strickland’s rivalry with the Elite far from over, while Takagi pushes the pace against the Reiwa Musketeer with an absurd barrage of offence. Despite their internalized competition, Swerve and Shingo end up making a pretty good team, Takagi turning Narita inside out with a Pumping Bomber and a Last of the Dragon for three. Champion and challenger stand tall before standing off, Swerve confident in saying he’ll keep the title in AEW, just as has always been the case at Forbidden Door. Shingo seems plenty confident himself, though - he says before Tanahashi tried and failed on back to back shows to bring the AEW Title to New Japan, he fell to the Dragon at the Tokyo Dome. Takagi’s never had the chance to appear at Forbidden Door in a singles match, and he won’t be falling short now that the opportunity has presented itself. Non-Title Match: Swerve Strickland vs. El Desperado On the go-home show, Swerve faces off with El Desperado, because they had tag matches against each other at Forbidden Door 2022 and 2023, and they had insane chemistry. Despy puts in a good showing, but Strickland gets a decisive win with a JML Driver, looking strong heading into his second PPV title defence. Swerve Strickland def. El Desperado (12:34) Forbidden Door AEW World Title: Swerve Strickland (c) vs. Shingo Takagi With both men having gotten a feel for the other’s arsenal, this is a clinic, Shingo and Swerve trying to outpace and outhink each other before it eventually devolves into outright mayhem, Takagi swinging for the fences to try and dethrone Strickland. Swerve is forced to match him in pace, nailing a 450 Splash to put Shingo on the back foot before attempting a House Call, only for Shingo to avoid the leg, nabbing the arm for a STAY DREAM, STRAIGHT INTO A MADE IN JAPAN! ONE! TWO! THR-NOOO! Takagi clobbers Strickland with a series of forearms to back him into the ropes, rushing at him before Swerve slips behind, no wasted motion as he runs the ropes himself… STRAIGHT INTO A PUMPING BOMBER! SHINGO LIFTS HIM UP FOR THE LAST OF THE DRAGON, BUT SWERVE REVERSES, WRENCHING SHINGO UP INTO A TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! Shingo’s rocked… HOUSE CALL CONNECTS! The crowd rallies behind Swerve as he hoists Takagi up into position, SEALING THE DEAL WITH A JML DRIVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! SWERVE STRICKLAND RETAINS THE AEW WORLD TITLE IN AN ABSOLUTE WAR, ENSURING THE GOLD STAYS IN HIS HOUSE! Swerve Strickland def. Shingo Takagi (20:15) to retain the AEW World Title Following the bout, Swerve and Shingo shake hands, Takagi congratulating him on a battle well fought, adding Strickland can be as vicious as anyone he’s ever seen when the situation calls for it. Strickland chuckles, slinging the title over his shoulder before WAIT A SECOND! THE YOUNG BUCKS ARE HERE WITH PAGE AND PERRY, BEATING DOWN SHINGO AND SWERVE! Hiromu Takahashi and Titan rush to the ring to try and help out their LIJ stablemate, but the Elite clean house, the EVPs sending a message to Strickland with a Buckshot and a Tony Khan Driver. Road to All In London It’s a long two months for Swerve to keep his title safe until AEW heads back to Wembley Stadium, but that’s not all that’s coming up - with the Elite laying waste to Swerve and Shingo after their bout at Forbidden Door, it seems as though Strickland will have to finally excise this thorn in his side. On Dynamite, he comes down to the ring ready to make a challenge, but the Elite beat him to the punch - last year, they won in Blood and Guts, and this year, they want to go two for two. The EVPs tell Strickland via satellite that they warned him about making enemies; now he’s got to find four partners. However, Swerve’s already got one, at least… Shingo Takagi, who doesn’t take much convincing to try and get his revenge, Swerve selling him on the idea by saying that he’s already taken out the Bucks before, so it should be light work to do it again. The next few weeks see Strickland on a recruiting run for Blood and Guts, getting Bryan Danielson on side by bringing up his shortcomings at Anarchy in the Arena, as well as his inability to be cleared for the past two Blood and Guts matches. This is Bryan’s time to make right for the years of coming up short, and Danielson agrees to stand by his fellow Washington native. Following that, Swerve makes a gamble by trying to bring on Darby Allin. Strickland acknowledges their history, but says Darby has a chance to not only make up for Anarchy in the Arena, but in doing so, all he’s gotta do is something he’s already done - beat up the Young Bucks alongside Shingo Takagi. Darby tells Swerve he simply doesn’t trust him; he’ll be pulling for his team to beat the shit out of the Elite, but he won’t be fighting Swerve’s battles. Similarly, Swerve tries his luck with MJF, saying if he’s a real AEW diehard with a tattoo on his leg, he’ll join forces with him. However, MJF laughs the offer off, telling Strickland to pound sand because there’s no universe where he works a tag match again, rounding it off by saying he’ll be gunning for the AEW World Title by trying to win the Owen. Desperate to round out his team, Swerve turns to PAC, throwing all the reasons possible at the wall to see what’ll stick - his history with Shingo making them a powerhouse team, his hatred for Okada and the Bucks. He says he trusts PAC to not walk away like he did last year, because this time, the fight will be about his cause, and not that of the BCC. PAC reluctantly accepts, but Strickland remains on edge, unsure of if PAC will stand by him when push comes to shove. Finally, Strickland is confronted by Brian Cage, who says he wants to be on the team. Swerve thanks him, but says he thinks they should go their separate ways, saying he respects Cage and the Gates of Agony, but doesn’t want them getting caught in the crossfire with the Elite. Having framed it as saving the Mogul Embassy the trouble, Swerve avoids a beatdown from Cage, but he’s still lacking a fifth man - leading to Nana suggesting his last partner be Will Ospreay, who he says is directionless after being betrayed by the Don Callis Family (who cost Will the match at Double or Nothing after he refused to use the Storm Driver 93). He’s got history with Okada that Swerve can exploit to get him on side, and even with Kenny Omega gone, he probably hates the Elite by association anyway. Swerve agrees with Nana, approaching Ospreay about joining and landing the tactical dagger to convince him - he tells Ospreay this is his chance to make up for failing the United Empire in a 5v5 cage match in February, which is enough to get Will on his side for a night. The road to Blood and Guts also sees the EVPs booking Swerve in an onslaught of matches against varied members of the roster to try and wear him down. While Swerve manages to earn victories in each encounter, he’s still clearly in a pretty bad way after seven gruelling matches over the course of three weeks, setting the stage for a battered Swerve to try and lead his team to victory in the most brutal stipulation AEW has to offer. Finally, on the go-home show, the EVPs simply… give themselves the advantage in Blood and Guts, saying they “can’t clear” Swerve to compete in a match to decide who gets it. However, they say he’ll surely be good to go on Wednesday, putting his team far on the back foot before the show even begins. Strickland, Danielson, Takagi, PAC and Ospreay vs. Okada, Page, Perry and The Bucks |
2024.05.28 01:16 GlitteringWestern894 Residence Hall Room Assignments and Singles
My son checked the housing portal and he had a room assigned in his first choice RH. We were under the impression that a link would be provided to do room selection in June. He received approval for a single-room accommodation, but we can't tell if the room he has been assigned is a single. We suspect that it is not since it has a letter after (###A), but it could be a single since it seems to have been assigned before the link for room choices went out.
Does anyone know if people without accommodations have also received a room assignment? He will email housing tomorrow to confirm, but we're eager to figure it out before he gets too excited about the news.
Thanks!
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Does anyone know if people without accommodations have also received a room assignment? He will email housing tomorrow to confirm, but we're eager to figure it out before he gets too excited about the news.
Thanks!
2024.05.28 00:57 Tasty-Confection-780 Sick of my job. How to escape?
I (30F) am very grateful for my job let’s start with that. I am grateful I can afford rent and survive. But this finance job is breaking me. I was a super star in my company and got promoted as after a layoff I was running things in my team. And I genuinely went to work happy and gained a good reputation. Until I changed team and now for the first time I am dealing with a micro manager. He does want to review every single email that is sent but then he’s not available most of the time causing delays, missed deadline and other teams chasing me. I keep chasing my manager and if he doesn’t answer he believes it’s my fault too. I can’t work like this. Also the amount of manual deck creating is driving me insane and I waste more time for that rather than the actual comments and analysis. I rose this issues and if they invested better IT tools it would reduce the manual work but it’s a long way ahead. As a result, I am burnt out, make mistakes in a hurry and have to track the constant change in instructions of my manager who forgets what’s going on and leaves at 3pm. Unfortunately I rely financially on my job and the pay is ok (I can afford a studio away from the HCOL city my office is in) but it’s not THAT much for the amount of stress. Like I am not rich and do not leave the house after 8pm because I cannot spend 70$ on an Uber. I am looking around by I am getting only rejections and I had a few disagreements with the manager after he asked me to work on weekend to keep up. I want to quit because I am stressed I cry everyday but I need health insurance and the money. Other than the job I don’t have problems thankfully so I’m not depressed.
Did you ever find yourself in the same situation and how did you manage to escape?
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Did you ever find yourself in the same situation and how did you manage to escape?
2024.05.28 00:54 Ok_Marsupial9182 Help, please!!!
Hi, so around two weeks ago, I started getting DPDR symptoms, they were absolutely terrible and trashing. I bit the bullet, and decided to start Escitalopram 2.5mg. It took so much for me to start this antidepressant because I read all the side effects about vision and whatnot, and it absolutely trashed me.
First night I took the SSRI, I didn't really have any side effects, but once I continued; they only got more unbareable. So I decided to continue, the doctor advised I stopped and then try again. Now I don't know if this is DPDR, anxiety or an actual issue. I just can't pinpoint anything.
So the side effects in the last 7 days have got so gradually intense, I couldn't handle it. I have severe GAD and I get every physical symptom I can think of, it's awful and intense. I have always had visual snow, but this brought it out 10x worse to the point it looks like it's flickering..
Listed below are the symptoms I am currently dealing with:
Foggy/cloudy vision?
Palinopsia - this is severe
Flickering visual snow as well as when I close my eyes
Blurred vision
Struggling to focus vision
Floaters - black, white, flashing, clear.
Shaking vision - visual snow and actual vision
Head pressure, behind eyes, jaw, teeth and nose
Dull headache
Very bad dizziness/bad balance. I can't be stood up for long, it makes me feel absoulutely terrible.
Dull eye pain that feels intense, radiating from the back to the front of my eye,
Terrible nausea
Light sensitivity/haloes/glare - this is quite annoying and looks foggy the more tired I get
Distorted images - more on lines, smaller shapes and walls
So I decided to stop the SSRI, as I began getting all these symptoms and it trashed me, it did. I decided to go on to Google (I wish I didn't) and I ended up googling bad side effects, google wasn't displaying some of these which left me confused, so I tried to ignore them. I went to the urgent care center twice, they said my eyes are reacting to light perfectly fine, could read the letters fine and that I shouldn't worry. This didn't convince me however. I have spent sleepless nights researching google/reddit for an answer, worsening my symptoms because I can't find a reason.. I woke up the next day after, with intense nausea, dizziness and my vision was like listed below, this is when I started to get really concerned. So I got on the phone to 111, and they advised I go to A&E to get assessed. They checked my bloods and did an ecg, all came back fine. He again checked my eye dilation and did a word check and said it looks fine. I felt absolutely awful.
The next day, woke up feeling slightly more normal and decided to call Specsavers, as advised by the doctor who seen me in A&E and they said they'll sort me an appointment out. I worsened the symptoms all night by thinking I had lots of eye conditions, and that my eyes didn't look right. I managed to get into specsavers today at 2pm, they looked into the back of my eye and checked if I could read etc, the MEX specalist said my eyes looked fine. He said it looks very healthy, and that it could be anxiety or maybe migraines?
Now I know how powerful my anxiety is and how DPDR can effect you, but I literally can't focus my eyes on anything and they are constantly hurting like crazy. I get very severe symptoms, and they usually subside pretty quickly. I have to have my room lights on low brightness, as well as my mac as any higher light is too much. Wearing tints over my glasses, they do help a tiny bit.
I just can't focus my eyes, my perfereal vision looks out of wack, every colour looks washed out and the glare/halo is too much. I just don't know. I did develop vss, glare/halos before all of this. I'm not certain if it is the lexapro withdrawl/side effects or not, but I'm worrying and automatically thinking of the worst. I've always had very healthy eyes, even with the anxiety the optician never saw an actual issue with it. I've read sinus infections etc, but it doesn't all add up which doesn't make sense to me. I am going to go to my GP today for an appointment to rule out what is going on, as it's unbareable. I've dealt with this for 4-5 days now. I find it gets worse the more tired I am, which is harder to ignore as it's bedtime. I get floaters in brighter conditions also, like looking out the window etc. It's just making me more anxious, which is resulting in more symptoms. I just can't nail if it's anxiety or not.
The optician telling me my eyes are fine did relieve a lot of my worries, but it's not enough to clear my mind. I do have blepharitis and dry eye also, so not sure if this is a contributing factor or not. Words shake, I think it's visual snow
It's just so hard to deal with because even watching the tv, I can't focus my eyes to see it properly, when I go in the bathroom I feel like I can't see what or where I am going, or what I'm looking at. It's all blurry and unfocused, it's just hard to deal with..
Has anyone dealt with this? I just don't know how to deal with it. I'm hoping my doctor will have an insight on what's going on......
Thank you
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First night I took the SSRI, I didn't really have any side effects, but once I continued; they only got more unbareable. So I decided to continue, the doctor advised I stopped and then try again. Now I don't know if this is DPDR, anxiety or an actual issue. I just can't pinpoint anything.
So the side effects in the last 7 days have got so gradually intense, I couldn't handle it. I have severe GAD and I get every physical symptom I can think of, it's awful and intense. I have always had visual snow, but this brought it out 10x worse to the point it looks like it's flickering..
Listed below are the symptoms I am currently dealing with:
Foggy/cloudy vision?
Palinopsia - this is severe
Flickering visual snow as well as when I close my eyes
Blurred vision
Struggling to focus vision
Floaters - black, white, flashing, clear.
Shaking vision - visual snow and actual vision
Head pressure, behind eyes, jaw, teeth and nose
Dull headache
Very bad dizziness/bad balance. I can't be stood up for long, it makes me feel absoulutely terrible.
Dull eye pain that feels intense, radiating from the back to the front of my eye,
Terrible nausea
Light sensitivity/haloes/glare - this is quite annoying and looks foggy the more tired I get
Distorted images - more on lines, smaller shapes and walls
So I decided to stop the SSRI, as I began getting all these symptoms and it trashed me, it did. I decided to go on to Google (I wish I didn't) and I ended up googling bad side effects, google wasn't displaying some of these which left me confused, so I tried to ignore them. I went to the urgent care center twice, they said my eyes are reacting to light perfectly fine, could read the letters fine and that I shouldn't worry. This didn't convince me however. I have spent sleepless nights researching google/reddit for an answer, worsening my symptoms because I can't find a reason.. I woke up the next day after, with intense nausea, dizziness and my vision was like listed below, this is when I started to get really concerned. So I got on the phone to 111, and they advised I go to A&E to get assessed. They checked my bloods and did an ecg, all came back fine. He again checked my eye dilation and did a word check and said it looks fine. I felt absolutely awful.
The next day, woke up feeling slightly more normal and decided to call Specsavers, as advised by the doctor who seen me in A&E and they said they'll sort me an appointment out. I worsened the symptoms all night by thinking I had lots of eye conditions, and that my eyes didn't look right. I managed to get into specsavers today at 2pm, they looked into the back of my eye and checked if I could read etc, the MEX specalist said my eyes looked fine. He said it looks very healthy, and that it could be anxiety or maybe migraines?
Now I know how powerful my anxiety is and how DPDR can effect you, but I literally can't focus my eyes on anything and they are constantly hurting like crazy. I get very severe symptoms, and they usually subside pretty quickly. I have to have my room lights on low brightness, as well as my mac as any higher light is too much. Wearing tints over my glasses, they do help a tiny bit.
I just can't focus my eyes, my perfereal vision looks out of wack, every colour looks washed out and the glare/halo is too much. I just don't know. I did develop vss, glare/halos before all of this. I'm not certain if it is the lexapro withdrawl/side effects or not, but I'm worrying and automatically thinking of the worst. I've always had very healthy eyes, even with the anxiety the optician never saw an actual issue with it. I've read sinus infections etc, but it doesn't all add up which doesn't make sense to me. I am going to go to my GP today for an appointment to rule out what is going on, as it's unbareable. I've dealt with this for 4-5 days now. I find it gets worse the more tired I am, which is harder to ignore as it's bedtime. I get floaters in brighter conditions also, like looking out the window etc. It's just making me more anxious, which is resulting in more symptoms. I just can't nail if it's anxiety or not.
The optician telling me my eyes are fine did relieve a lot of my worries, but it's not enough to clear my mind. I do have blepharitis and dry eye also, so not sure if this is a contributing factor or not. Words shake, I think it's visual snow
It's just so hard to deal with because even watching the tv, I can't focus my eyes to see it properly, when I go in the bathroom I feel like I can't see what or where I am going, or what I'm looking at. It's all blurry and unfocused, it's just hard to deal with..
Has anyone dealt with this? I just don't know how to deal with it. I'm hoping my doctor will have an insight on what's going on......
Thank you
2024.05.28 00:54 Ok_Marsupial9182 What is happening to me?
Hi, so around two weeks ago, I started getting DPDR symptoms, they were absolutely terrible and trashing. I bit the bullet, and decided to start Escitalopram 2.5mg. It took so much for me to start this antidepressant because I read all the side effects about vision and whatnot, and it absolutely trashed me.
First night I took the SSRI, I didn't really have any side effects, but once I continued; they only got more unbareable. So I decided to continue, the doctor advised I stopped and then try again. Now I don't know if this is DPDR, anxiety or an actual issue. I just can't pinpoint anything.
So the side effects in the last 7 days have got so gradually intense, I couldn't handle it. I have severe GAD and I get every physical symptom I can think of, it's awful and intense. I have always had visual snow, but this brought it out 10x worse to the point it looks like it's flickering..
Listed below are the symptoms I am currently dealing with:
Foggy/cloudy vision?
Palinopsia - this is severe
Flickering visual snow as well as when I close my eyes
Blurred vision
Struggling to focus vision
Floaters - black, white, flashing, clear.
Shaking vision - visual snow and actual vision
Head pressure, behind eyes, jaw, teeth and nose
Dull headache
Very bad dizziness/bad balance. I can't be stood up for long, it makes me feel absoulutely terrible.
Dull eye pain that feels intense, radiating from the back to the front of my eye,
Terrible nausea
Light sensitivity/haloes/glare - this is quite annoying and looks foggy the more tired I get
Distorted images - more on lines, smaller shapes and walls
So I decided to stop the SSRI, as I began getting all these symptoms and it trashed me, it did. I decided to go on to Google (I wish I didn't) and I ended up googling bad side effects, google wasn't displaying some of these which left me confused, so I tried to ignore them. I went to the urgent care center twice, they said my eyes are reacting to light perfectly fine, could read the letters fine and that I shouldn't worry. This didn't convince me however. I have spent sleepless nights researching google/reddit for an answer, worsening my symptoms because I can't find a reason.. I woke up the next day after, with intense nausea, dizziness and my vision was like listed below, this is when I started to get really concerned. So I got on the phone to 111, and they advised I go to A&E to get assessed. They checked my bloods and did an ecg, all came back fine. He again checked my eye dilation and did a word check and said it looks fine. I felt absolutely awful.
The next day, woke up feeling slightly more normal and decided to call Specsavers, as advised by the doctor who seen me in A&E and they said they'll sort me an appointment out. I worsened the symptoms all night by thinking I had lots of eye conditions, and that my eyes didn't look right. I managed to get into specsavers today at 2pm, they looked into the back of my eye and checked if I could read etc, the MEX specalist said my eyes looked fine. He said it looks very healthy, and that it could be anxiety or maybe migraines?
Now I know how powerful my anxiety is and how DPDR can effect you, but I literally can't focus my eyes on anything and they are constantly hurting like crazy. I get very severe symptoms, and they usually subside pretty quickly. I have to have my room lights on low brightness, as well as my mac as any higher light is too much. Wearing tints over my glasses, they do help a tiny bit.
I just can't focus my eyes, my perfereal vision looks out of wack, every colour looks washed out and the glare/halo is too much. I just don't know. I did develop vss, glare/halos before all of this. I'm not certain if it is the lexapro withdrawl/side effects or not, but I'm worrying and automatically thinking of the worst. I've always had very healthy eyes, even with the anxiety the optician never saw an actual issue with it. I've read sinus infections etc, but it doesn't all add up which doesn't make sense to me. I am going to go to my GP today for an appointment to rule out what is going on, as it's unbareable. I've dealt with this for 4-5 days now. I find it gets worse the more tired I am, which is harder to ignore as it's bedtime. I get floaters in brighter conditions also, like looking out the window etc. It's just making me more anxious, which is resulting in more symptoms. I just can't nail if it's anxiety or not.
The optician telling me my eyes are fine did relieve a lot of my worries, but it's not enough to clear my mind. I do have blepharitis and dry eye also, so not sure if this is a contributing factor or not. Words shake, I think it's visual snow
It's just so hard to deal with because even watching the tv, I can't focus my eyes to see it properly, when I go in the bathroom I feel like I can't see what or where I am going, or what I'm looking at. It's all blurry and unfocused, it's just hard to deal with..
Has anyone dealt with this? I just don't know how to deal with it. I'm hoping my doctor will have an insight on what's going on......
Thank you
submitted by Ok_Marsupial9182 to Eyesight [link] [comments]
First night I took the SSRI, I didn't really have any side effects, but once I continued; they only got more unbareable. So I decided to continue, the doctor advised I stopped and then try again. Now I don't know if this is DPDR, anxiety or an actual issue. I just can't pinpoint anything.
So the side effects in the last 7 days have got so gradually intense, I couldn't handle it. I have severe GAD and I get every physical symptom I can think of, it's awful and intense. I have always had visual snow, but this brought it out 10x worse to the point it looks like it's flickering..
Listed below are the symptoms I am currently dealing with:
Foggy/cloudy vision?
Palinopsia - this is severe
Flickering visual snow as well as when I close my eyes
Blurred vision
Struggling to focus vision
Floaters - black, white, flashing, clear.
Shaking vision - visual snow and actual vision
Head pressure, behind eyes, jaw, teeth and nose
Dull headache
Very bad dizziness/bad balance. I can't be stood up for long, it makes me feel absoulutely terrible.
Dull eye pain that feels intense, radiating from the back to the front of my eye,
Terrible nausea
Light sensitivity/haloes/glare - this is quite annoying and looks foggy the more tired I get
Distorted images - more on lines, smaller shapes and walls
So I decided to stop the SSRI, as I began getting all these symptoms and it trashed me, it did. I decided to go on to Google (I wish I didn't) and I ended up googling bad side effects, google wasn't displaying some of these which left me confused, so I tried to ignore them. I went to the urgent care center twice, they said my eyes are reacting to light perfectly fine, could read the letters fine and that I shouldn't worry. This didn't convince me however. I have spent sleepless nights researching google/reddit for an answer, worsening my symptoms because I can't find a reason.. I woke up the next day after, with intense nausea, dizziness and my vision was like listed below, this is when I started to get really concerned. So I got on the phone to 111, and they advised I go to A&E to get assessed. They checked my bloods and did an ecg, all came back fine. He again checked my eye dilation and did a word check and said it looks fine. I felt absolutely awful.
The next day, woke up feeling slightly more normal and decided to call Specsavers, as advised by the doctor who seen me in A&E and they said they'll sort me an appointment out. I worsened the symptoms all night by thinking I had lots of eye conditions, and that my eyes didn't look right. I managed to get into specsavers today at 2pm, they looked into the back of my eye and checked if I could read etc, the MEX specalist said my eyes looked fine. He said it looks very healthy, and that it could be anxiety or maybe migraines?
Now I know how powerful my anxiety is and how DPDR can effect you, but I literally can't focus my eyes on anything and they are constantly hurting like crazy. I get very severe symptoms, and they usually subside pretty quickly. I have to have my room lights on low brightness, as well as my mac as any higher light is too much. Wearing tints over my glasses, they do help a tiny bit.
I just can't focus my eyes, my perfereal vision looks out of wack, every colour looks washed out and the glare/halo is too much. I just don't know. I did develop vss, glare/halos before all of this. I'm not certain if it is the lexapro withdrawl/side effects or not, but I'm worrying and automatically thinking of the worst. I've always had very healthy eyes, even with the anxiety the optician never saw an actual issue with it. I've read sinus infections etc, but it doesn't all add up which doesn't make sense to me. I am going to go to my GP today for an appointment to rule out what is going on, as it's unbareable. I've dealt with this for 4-5 days now. I find it gets worse the more tired I am, which is harder to ignore as it's bedtime. I get floaters in brighter conditions also, like looking out the window etc. It's just making me more anxious, which is resulting in more symptoms. I just can't nail if it's anxiety or not.
The optician telling me my eyes are fine did relieve a lot of my worries, but it's not enough to clear my mind. I do have blepharitis and dry eye also, so not sure if this is a contributing factor or not. Words shake, I think it's visual snow
It's just so hard to deal with because even watching the tv, I can't focus my eyes to see it properly, when I go in the bathroom I feel like I can't see what or where I am going, or what I'm looking at. It's all blurry and unfocused, it's just hard to deal with..
Has anyone dealt with this? I just don't know how to deal with it. I'm hoping my doctor will have an insight on what's going on......
Thank you
2024.05.28 00:52 Ok_Marsupial9182 Hi, I need a shed of light on what could be possibly going on?
Hi, so around two weeks ago, I started getting DPDR symptoms, they were absolutely terrible and trashing. I bit the bullet, and decided to start Escitalopram 2.5mg. It took so much for me to start this antidepressant because I read all the side effects about vision and whatnot, and it absolutely trashed me.
First night I took the SSRI, I didn't really have any side effects, but once I continued; they only got more unbareable. So I decided to continue, the doctor advised I stopped and then try again. Now I don't know if this is DPDR, anxiety or an actual issue. I just can't pinpoint anything.
So the side effects in the last 7 days have got so gradually intense, I couldn't handle it. I have severe GAD and I get every physical symptom I can think of, it's awful and intense. I have always had visual snow, but this brought it out 10x worse to the point it looks like it's flickering..
Listed below are the symptoms I am currently dealing with:
Foggy/cloudy vision?
Palinopsia - this is severe
Flickering visual snow as well as when I close my eyes
Blurred vision
Struggling to focus vision
Floaters - black, white, flashing, clear.
Shaking vision - visual snow and actual vision
Head pressure, behind eyes, jaw, teeth and nose
Dull headache
Very bad dizziness/bad balance. I can't be stood up for long, it makes me feel absoulutely terrible.
Dull eye pain that feels intense, radiating from the back to the front of my eye,
Terrible nausea
Light sensitivity/haloes/glare - this is quite annoying and looks foggy the more tired I get
Distorted images - more on lines, smaller shapes and walls
So I decided to stop the SSRI, as I began getting all these symptoms and it trashed me, it did. I decided to go on to Google (I wish I didn't) and I ended up googling bad side effects, google wasn't displaying some of these which left me confused, so I tried to ignore them. I went to the urgent care center twice, they said my eyes are reacting to light perfectly fine, could read the letters fine and that I shouldn't worry. This didn't convince me however. I have spent sleepless nights researching google/reddit for an answer, worsening my symptoms because I can't find a reason.. I woke up the next day after, with intense nausea, dizziness and my vision was like listed below, this is when I started to get really concerned. So I got on the phone to 111, and they advised I go to A&E to get assessed. They checked my bloods and did an ecg, all came back fine. He again checked my eye dilation and did a word check and said it looks fine. I felt absolutely awful.
The next day, woke up feeling slightly more normal and decided to call Specsavers, as advised by the doctor who seen me in A&E and they said they'll sort me an appointment out. I worsened the symptoms all night by thinking I had lots of eye conditions, and that my eyes didn't look right. I managed to get into specsavers today at 2pm, they looked into the back of my eye and checked if I could read etc, the MEX specalist said my eyes looked fine. He said it looks very healthy, and that it could be anxiety or maybe migraines?
Now I know how powerful my anxiety is and how DPDR can effect you, but I literally can't focus my eyes on anything and they are constantly hurting like crazy. I get very severe symptoms, and they usually subside pretty quickly. I have to have my room lights on low brightness, as well as my mac as any higher light is too much. Wearing tints over my glasses, they do help a tiny bit.
I just can't focus my eyes, my perfereal vision looks out of wack, every colour looks washed out and the glare/halo is too much. I just don't know. I did develop vss, glare/halos before all of this. I'm not certain if it is the lexapro withdrawl/side effects or not, but I'm worrying and automatically thinking of the worst. I've always had very healthy eyes, even with the anxiety the optician never saw an actual issue with it. I've read sinus infections etc, but it doesn't all add up which doesn't make sense to me. I am going to go to my GP today for an appointment to rule out what is going on, as it's unbareable. I've dealt with this for 4-5 days now. I find it gets worse the more tired I am, which is harder to ignore as it's bedtime. I get floaters in brighter conditions also, like looking out the window etc. It's just making me more anxious, which is resulting in more symptoms. I just can't nail if it's anxiety or not.
The optician telling me my eyes are fine did relieve a lot of my worries, but it's not enough to clear my mind. I do have blepharitis and dry eye also, so not sure if this is a contributing factor or not. Words shake, I think it's visual snow
It's just so hard to deal with because even watching the tv, I can't focus my eyes to see it properly, when I go in the bathroom I feel like I can't see what or where I am going, or what I'm looking at. It's all blurry and unfocused, it's just hard to deal with..
Has anyone dealt with this? I just don't know how to deal with it. I'm hoping my doctor will have an insight on what's going on......
Thank you
submitted by Ok_Marsupial9182 to Anxiety [link] [comments]
First night I took the SSRI, I didn't really have any side effects, but once I continued; they only got more unbareable. So I decided to continue, the doctor advised I stopped and then try again. Now I don't know if this is DPDR, anxiety or an actual issue. I just can't pinpoint anything.
So the side effects in the last 7 days have got so gradually intense, I couldn't handle it. I have severe GAD and I get every physical symptom I can think of, it's awful and intense. I have always had visual snow, but this brought it out 10x worse to the point it looks like it's flickering..
Listed below are the symptoms I am currently dealing with:
Foggy/cloudy vision?
Palinopsia - this is severe
Flickering visual snow as well as when I close my eyes
Blurred vision
Struggling to focus vision
Floaters - black, white, flashing, clear.
Shaking vision - visual snow and actual vision
Head pressure, behind eyes, jaw, teeth and nose
Dull headache
Very bad dizziness/bad balance. I can't be stood up for long, it makes me feel absoulutely terrible.
Dull eye pain that feels intense, radiating from the back to the front of my eye,
Terrible nausea
Light sensitivity/haloes/glare - this is quite annoying and looks foggy the more tired I get
Distorted images - more on lines, smaller shapes and walls
So I decided to stop the SSRI, as I began getting all these symptoms and it trashed me, it did. I decided to go on to Google (I wish I didn't) and I ended up googling bad side effects, google wasn't displaying some of these which left me confused, so I tried to ignore them. I went to the urgent care center twice, they said my eyes are reacting to light perfectly fine, could read the letters fine and that I shouldn't worry. This didn't convince me however. I have spent sleepless nights researching google/reddit for an answer, worsening my symptoms because I can't find a reason.. I woke up the next day after, with intense nausea, dizziness and my vision was like listed below, this is when I started to get really concerned. So I got on the phone to 111, and they advised I go to A&E to get assessed. They checked my bloods and did an ecg, all came back fine. He again checked my eye dilation and did a word check and said it looks fine. I felt absolutely awful.
The next day, woke up feeling slightly more normal and decided to call Specsavers, as advised by the doctor who seen me in A&E and they said they'll sort me an appointment out. I worsened the symptoms all night by thinking I had lots of eye conditions, and that my eyes didn't look right. I managed to get into specsavers today at 2pm, they looked into the back of my eye and checked if I could read etc, the MEX specalist said my eyes looked fine. He said it looks very healthy, and that it could be anxiety or maybe migraines?
Now I know how powerful my anxiety is and how DPDR can effect you, but I literally can't focus my eyes on anything and they are constantly hurting like crazy. I get very severe symptoms, and they usually subside pretty quickly. I have to have my room lights on low brightness, as well as my mac as any higher light is too much. Wearing tints over my glasses, they do help a tiny bit.
I just can't focus my eyes, my perfereal vision looks out of wack, every colour looks washed out and the glare/halo is too much. I just don't know. I did develop vss, glare/halos before all of this. I'm not certain if it is the lexapro withdrawl/side effects or not, but I'm worrying and automatically thinking of the worst. I've always had very healthy eyes, even with the anxiety the optician never saw an actual issue with it. I've read sinus infections etc, but it doesn't all add up which doesn't make sense to me. I am going to go to my GP today for an appointment to rule out what is going on, as it's unbareable. I've dealt with this for 4-5 days now. I find it gets worse the more tired I am, which is harder to ignore as it's bedtime. I get floaters in brighter conditions also, like looking out the window etc. It's just making me more anxious, which is resulting in more symptoms. I just can't nail if it's anxiety or not.
The optician telling me my eyes are fine did relieve a lot of my worries, but it's not enough to clear my mind. I do have blepharitis and dry eye also, so not sure if this is a contributing factor or not. Words shake, I think it's visual snow
It's just so hard to deal with because even watching the tv, I can't focus my eyes to see it properly, when I go in the bathroom I feel like I can't see what or where I am going, or what I'm looking at. It's all blurry and unfocused, it's just hard to deal with..
Has anyone dealt with this? I just don't know how to deal with it. I'm hoping my doctor will have an insight on what's going on......
Thank you
2024.05.28 00:52 s_bgood How do I transition back into creative/editorial roles when I've been on a technical path?
I'm absolutely lost in my writing career.
I have a degree in communications with a minor in journalism. I was really eager to become a journalist and work in an editoral or creative environment after college, but the pay was absolutely abysmal for city living. I tried picking up a role as an associate producer for an online show and working part-time at a store, but the pay together was barely enough together. So, I switched to a career in technical writing.
I was a technical writer for three years, and was promoted to a team lead in my fourth. I was so burnt out being a team lead + people manager + IC (the startup I worked for IPO'd and went into hypergrowth during the pandemic) on top of my personal life (exited a relationship with an abusive alcoholic, my mother was hospitalized and almost died, and my brother had a stroke).
I took a year off to freelance write technical content and travel. After a while I realized I needed to get back into the workforce or else I'd have too long of a gap / too hard of a time finding a role.
An old colleague of mine recommended me to a company for a technical content role. I met the hiring manager. All was good. I was super excited about the role. Clicked well with the hiring manager, CEO, and team.
The week I joined, I felt very unwelcomed-- almost like they didn't want to hire me or anyone for the role? I cannot explain it, but the vibe was that there was a lot of internal turmoil and all of a sudden the hiring manager was a different person.
Eventually I noticed other women around me were leaving. Some sexist remarks were made to me, so I wasn't that shocked. But I was made to feel like I was constantly failing, even though I had the numbers to prove I was just as on par, if not better, than my team members who were being measured by the same metrics. The whole team was barely moving metrics needles, so pinpointing just me for failure felt ridiculous. Plus some people weren't even evaluated on metrics. It felt like a whole other set of rules applied to my role.
My job description was heavily contested by the VPs and my manager. They had totally different expectations of my role. One wanted a strict writer. The other wanted a marketer and strategist. It was so conflicting, and I could never get work done. Someone was always reprimanding me even when I was following the direct orders of my manager.
It stressed me out getting up every day knowing I was under a microscope. I broke down and quit. I know, stupid in this economy, but I legit felt like I was going crazy.
I've been unemployed for a few months now, but I am feeling absolutely lost with my career. I've been applying, but getting rejection letters. And rightfully so, I have no excitement for anything I've applied to.
I love writing. I hate working in tech. Every time I try to apply to editorial writing or editing roles, I'm denied for no longer having "newsroom" experience. Pay is absolutely abysmal across most jobs in the field. I considered going back into technical writing, but the roles I've applied to have told me I'm too "marketing" now because of my last role. Wtf. I went from making $150k/yr to begging for interviews at $60k.
I don't feel like I fit into any "role" or "category" now, so it's hard to apply. I'm borderline suicidal because it feels like my career fell apart overnight, and I won't be able to find a job that doesn't suck out my soul and pay the bills. I feel like I'll be stuck in tech forever, or unemployed.
I don't have the money or time to go back to classes right now. I'm stuck at home living with my parents until I sort this out.
I'm just lost, and don't even know where to start. If anyone else has ever been in a similar position with their career, I'm looking for advice. Especially from folks who left the software engineering / tech field and moved into other fields.
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I have a degree in communications with a minor in journalism. I was really eager to become a journalist and work in an editoral or creative environment after college, but the pay was absolutely abysmal for city living. I tried picking up a role as an associate producer for an online show and working part-time at a store, but the pay together was barely enough together. So, I switched to a career in technical writing.
I was a technical writer for three years, and was promoted to a team lead in my fourth. I was so burnt out being a team lead + people manager + IC (the startup I worked for IPO'd and went into hypergrowth during the pandemic) on top of my personal life (exited a relationship with an abusive alcoholic, my mother was hospitalized and almost died, and my brother had a stroke).
I took a year off to freelance write technical content and travel. After a while I realized I needed to get back into the workforce or else I'd have too long of a gap / too hard of a time finding a role.
An old colleague of mine recommended me to a company for a technical content role. I met the hiring manager. All was good. I was super excited about the role. Clicked well with the hiring manager, CEO, and team.
The week I joined, I felt very unwelcomed-- almost like they didn't want to hire me or anyone for the role? I cannot explain it, but the vibe was that there was a lot of internal turmoil and all of a sudden the hiring manager was a different person.
Eventually I noticed other women around me were leaving. Some sexist remarks were made to me, so I wasn't that shocked. But I was made to feel like I was constantly failing, even though I had the numbers to prove I was just as on par, if not better, than my team members who were being measured by the same metrics. The whole team was barely moving metrics needles, so pinpointing just me for failure felt ridiculous. Plus some people weren't even evaluated on metrics. It felt like a whole other set of rules applied to my role.
My job description was heavily contested by the VPs and my manager. They had totally different expectations of my role. One wanted a strict writer. The other wanted a marketer and strategist. It was so conflicting, and I could never get work done. Someone was always reprimanding me even when I was following the direct orders of my manager.
It stressed me out getting up every day knowing I was under a microscope. I broke down and quit. I know, stupid in this economy, but I legit felt like I was going crazy.
I've been unemployed for a few months now, but I am feeling absolutely lost with my career. I've been applying, but getting rejection letters. And rightfully so, I have no excitement for anything I've applied to.
I love writing. I hate working in tech. Every time I try to apply to editorial writing or editing roles, I'm denied for no longer having "newsroom" experience. Pay is absolutely abysmal across most jobs in the field. I considered going back into technical writing, but the roles I've applied to have told me I'm too "marketing" now because of my last role. Wtf. I went from making $150k/yr to begging for interviews at $60k.
I don't feel like I fit into any "role" or "category" now, so it's hard to apply. I'm borderline suicidal because it feels like my career fell apart overnight, and I won't be able to find a job that doesn't suck out my soul and pay the bills. I feel like I'll be stuck in tech forever, or unemployed.
I don't have the money or time to go back to classes right now. I'm stuck at home living with my parents until I sort this out.
I'm just lost, and don't even know where to start. If anyone else has ever been in a similar position with their career, I'm looking for advice. Especially from folks who left the software engineering / tech field and moved into other fields.
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![[Alternative R&B/Hip-Hop] Jaydd MC & JustanotherGhost - when i die, would u cry?](https://external-preview.redd.it/rHI71zkw7ejx5XvirRQtTty4PuKaKOM1F6i6rVOwqNI.jpg?width=320&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=2e86530b2f7faedf0a7e95f3f8ce823e48d61419 "[Alternative R&B/Hip-Hop] Jaydd MC & JustanotherGhost - when i die, would u cry?") | Here’s a bit of context: both J Ghost and me had met in the emo rap subreddit back in March, we clearly didn’t had this song in mind when we first met. We started chatting more often bout other stuff while we were working on sum music. Came out that we both had Peep as our main fav artist. After talking more for a while we came up with the idea of making a song with a Peep sample not only to mark the beginning of our friendship but to show respect and love to the goat himself too. submitted by jaydd_mc to soundcloud [link] [comments] Besides the 16 lines inspired guitar, the main sample is actually Peep’s voice pitched down and chopped in a peculiar yet unique way which helped craft the name of the actual song (when i die, would u cry?) and the main idea of it. This song came out as a celebration from the love we both had towards the emo rap scene back in the late 2010’s. It’s a thank you letter to Peep for have saving us back in the day too. For no reason this should be considered as “self-promo”, we just felt we wanted to share it here with y’all. Big shoutout to the goat himself, he really changed music in his sadly short active years. You will be eternally missed Goth Angel Sinner 🐣🤍 |