Yeah I went to a girl house if you saw my post. Also I never mentioned it was her roommates who was there too and one was a trans. The trans tried to get me drunk and tried to hit on me but I wasn’t falling for it. Touching me and shit. Bro what’s good the trans nation. Trans wanted me to have a threesome with her bf. Man I think that girl try to recruit me because before I went she told me her roommates want to see my face.

Today, I find myself reaching out to you, seeking support and understanding in a situation that has become increasingly difficult to handle. My mother, a veteran who bravely served our country, battles severe PTSD that has left her struggling with addiction, emotional instability, and the feeling of disappointment. It's a complex and heart-wrenching journey, and I'm doing my best to care for her amidst the storm.
My mother's PTSD manifests in various ways, but perhaps the most prominent and concerning is her drinking problem. It has escalated over time, becoming a significant barrier to her physical and mental well-being. The addiction fuels her emotional turbulence, causing her to act out aggressively and lose control of her emotions, leaving our family feeling helpless and burdened.
As her child, I've taken on the role of caregiver, desperately trying to support her while also protecting myself and those around us. It's a constant struggle to strike a balance between being there for her and maintaining boundaries that ensure our safety. The weight of responsibility often feels overwhelming, leading to self-doubt and the nagging question of whether I'm doing enough to make a positive impact on her healing journey.
The truth is, I often feel like I'm falling short. Despite my best efforts, the road to recovery seems long and arduous. It's challenging to witness my mother's pain and watch her struggle, knowing that I can't magically fix everything. Guilt and self-blame become constant companions, as I wonder if I've failed her in some way.
If any of you have walked a similar path or have firsthand experience in supporting loved ones with PTSD and addiction, I humbly seek your wisdom and guidance. Are there resources or strategies that have proven helpful in dealing with the complexities of this situation? How can I better navigate the emotional toll that comes with feeling like I'm not doing enough? Any suggestions or shared stories would be deeply appreciated.
To those who have been on the rollercoaster of loving someone with PTSD and addiction, your empathy and understanding mean the world to me.

spotify recommended this song for me today, and it resonated so much with my experience of being in a relationship with an alcoholic in my early twenties. the feeling of watching your friends live “normal” lives, and not giving anyone the whole story in order to protect your partner. constantly trying to keep the relationship afloat and feeling like you’re the only one who cares. the codependent need to “fix” the relationship/your partner.
i definitely recommend listening!
[Verse 1] I'm twenty-one The edge is razor thin Between being numb and feeling everything Good days only serve as relief again
[Pre-Chorus] Now I'm watching as I waste away my days And then It's a cross dissolve It's a scene I've played before And the leading role that I thought I'd hold Doesn't listen to me anymore
[Chorus] But I'm wearing his boxers, I'm being a good wife We won't be together, but maybe the next life I need him like watеr, he lives on a landslide I cry in his bathroom, hе turns off the big light I'm being a cool girl, I'm keeping it so tight I carry him home while my friends have a good night I need him like water, he thinks that I'm alright I'm not feeling human, I think he's a good guy
[Post- Chorus] But it's complex It's a complex
[Verse 2] Triangular, I can see them now Three points at which I let myself down I was just a girl, what's the excuse now? Too regular, this pattern I've been taking shelter in reaching new highs When I was nineteen I wanted to die
[Pre-Chorus] Now I just want to kill you But I don't want to paint you the victim And I talk a good game I'd die for just the promise you'd listen
[Chorus] But I'm wearing his boxers, I'm being a good wife We won't be together, but maybe the next life I need him like water, he lives on a landslide I cry in his bathroom, he turns off the big light I'm being a cool girl, I'm keeping it so tight I carry him home while my friends have a good night I need him like water, he thinks that I'm alright I'm not feeling human, I think he's a good guy
[Post-Chorus] But it's complex It's a complex It's a complex I'm a complex

This afternoon, the CEO of Reddit, spez, hosted an AMA concerning the API changes that have prompted the Reddit-wide subreddit blackouts beginning June 12th.
The quality of response was overwhelmingly poor, spez doing little to address community concerns as he vaguely reiterated previous-days' talking points and doubled-down on a baseless and unprofessional vilification of Apollo developer Christian Selig.
A more in-depth review of the AMA and the ongoing concerns can be read at /modcoord here.
As it's become clear that the userbase's concerns have fallen on deaf ears, numerous subreddits have announced an intention to extend their blackout well beyond the initial 48 hours, and some indefinitely.
That's not a decision we're willing to make without community support; while we acknowledge the initial decision to participate in the blackout was undertaken largely unilaterally, ultimately the mod team is a reflection of the subreddit, and the community's voice needs to govern on this.
Many of you could not care less about this. Many of you are already deleting your accounts and leaving for other platforms. We honestly don't know how the overall community skews on this.
The question then being:

In light of new information gathered from Spez's AMA and other sources over the last few days, should /PS5 extend the subreddit blackout beyond the initial 48 hour period?

Please participate in the poll, and leave your more detailed thoughts in the comments; both will be given weight. We're not going to burn the sub down without significant community support.
In case you're totally out of the loop:
The original open letter
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Background:

Wanted to provide this set of nine cards I threw together for our DND campaign. My players will be entering a city tomorrow and one of the shops is called: Curio Curiosity Shoppe.
I have the rest of the shops, encounters and everything mapped out. The players are level 1 and it felt like the deck of many things and some of the other decks that have been homebrewed and posted seemed a little too strong for the party this early on. Additionally, a majority of the players are new to DND. I wanted to make a small deck of cards that would allow them to ease into things like the deck of many things with out the overwhelming benefits/withdrawals early on. Feel free to use.
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The Deck:

• A set of 30 cards created by an entity unknown. Throughout the years cards have been lost or destroyed leaving 9 remaining. The deck is imbued with great magics glowing when a card is drawn. Astrid acquired this deck in a deal with a powerful Arch Mage and previous leader of the Wizard's Academy. While the origins of this deck are unknown, the academy has been seeking a way to bring it back into their possession.

The Cards:

Draw a card and roll 1d4 for effect. Once a card is pulled or flipped the player may not receive that card again.
The MotherYou feel a warm embrace:

• Add 1d4+1 additional health healed on you or a near by ally at an point (2 uses).
• Add 1d4+1 to your next 2 strength and constitution saving throws.
• A sense of protection and guidance from a maternal entity.
• The ability to communicate with animals or nature spirits.

The LoversYou have formed a life long bond:

• A bond is formed between the player and an NPC or party member, granting +1 to help actions when assisting each other.
• The player gains insight into the motivations and desires of an important NPC(s), aiding in social interactions.
• 1d4+1 boost to charisma and attractiveness, making interactions with romantic interests more successful (2 uses).
• The player gains knowledge of a hidden love affair or romantic intrigue within the campaign world.

The PrideYou feel a strong sense of self worth and confidence:

• 1d4+1 Temporary increase in strength checks and attack rolls.
• Your next persuasion roll with an authority figure has disadvantage (stacking).
• You will be challenged to a one-on-one duel by a formidable opponent. Fame or reticule awaits.
• The player attracts the attention of a powerful and egotistical NPC, who may become an ally or rival.

The FallYou have a sinking feeling in your gut:

• A sudden loss of 1 to wisdom, intelligence, or charisma (which ever is highest) requiring the player to find a way to regain them.
• A betrayal or deception by a trusted ally, be it player, or NPC leading to a significant setback.
• Your legs feel week -1 to dexterity saving throws and -5 walking speed for 2 long rests.
• An NPC or Ally will humble you. be it in battle, politics, negotiations or haggling.

The WizardArcane power envelopes the room:

• +1 additional level 1 spell slot. Good for 2 uses.
• The Wizard Academy senses the arcane energy and will be searching for you.
• You gain advantage on your next 2 arcane checks.
• You encounter with a wise and knowledgeable magical being who imparts secret knowledge or assists you with a quest.

The HunterThe smell of pine and dirt fills the air. Coyotes howl in the distance while a cold breeze flows through your hair:

• +1 to animal handling and survival, making the player an expert hunter and scout for a short time.
• Some one or something will begin hunting you and your party.
• +2 to stealth rolls in woodland environments, goes away after entering an urban area or dungeon.
• You gain a contract to hunt down a legendary creature.

The Teacher:The smell of fresh books can be smelt:

• Gain proficiency with a single skill until your next meditation or short rest.
• You can assist an ally with their next 2 intelligence or wisdom checks.
• You will soon encounter either wise sages or ancient texts that offer insights and solutions to current challenges.
• The player gains an apprentice or follower who looks up to them and aids them in various ways. The apprentice is prone to losing things and making mistakes. Kindness can be costly.

The Warrior:A sense of honor and strength washes over you:

• +1 to hit dice +2 to damage dice for the next 3 attacks.
• +2 bonus to AC against the next 3 attacks.
• You become the focus of a military general or company. They believe you are their enemy and seek you out.
• You will soon be challenged to a series of gladiatorial battles to prove their strength and valor.

The Calamity:
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• A catastrophic event occurs in the campaign world, affecting the player's surroundings.
• The player gains the ability to manipulate natural disasters or harness chaotic energy for 3 days. These abilities have the possibility to backfire (DC 13).
• Player has an encounter with a malevolent entity or ancient curse that bring will bring destruction and chaos.
• The player is tasked with averting an impending catastrophe, becoming a hero or savior in the process.

Image Generation:Stable Diffusion -Prompt: absurdres, best quality, ultra detailed, detailed background,(art nouveau:1.5), (zentangle:1.3),1girl,crimson
Negative prompt: SimpleNegative, (worst quality, low quality:1.4),[:(badhandv4:1.5):0.7] ,(bad-hands-5:1.2)

• Steps: 30
• Sampler: DPM++ SDE Karras
• CFG scale: 9
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• Model hash: ec7cbe03c5
• Model: ttkSuperSpirit
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The image has the cards set on a standard paper size and should be roughly the size of standard playing cards. Hope this is helpful, happy adventures.

I just hope that people see this post, that they might start spreading the news before it’s too late. Something big is coming, something ancient, something older than any of us could have ever imagined. It might be too late. I don’t know what will become of me, of the people I love that I might never see again, by the time you are reading this. But I implore you to listen and take this story seriously, because it could save your life. Or not. I don’t know yet how deep this goes. If it’s true, if what I think is true…God help us. Nothing can save us now.
I’ll start at the beginning, because you need to understand how long this has been happening, and the implications of what is possible now that it’s getting worse. Over winter break, I went to visit my friend from high school, Jackson, in Vermont. He goes to Bennington College, studies Social Sciences with a minor in Linguistics. Smart guy. He used to write my papers for me in English class, and I would pay him back in six packs. That’s always how it was: him, studious and put together, and me itching to get outside. I was constantly on the move, biking through the forests behind my house, trail-running, building a treehouse for my little brothers, you name it. I wanted to get my hands dirty, get into nature. I guess that’s why I opted out of college, and went for camp counselor positions and summer gigs until I secured a conservation job with a park near home. Nature is important to me, and I want to do my part as the generation that has a responsibility to heal the world.
The outside was what called me to Bennington, aside from the fact that I missed my best buddy. I don’t remember when it was first brought to my attention, but I became aware of murmurings of Bennington’s rocky past online about a few months before I was set to visit Jackson. Being an experienced outdoorsman, I wasn’t afraid; on the contrary, I was rather excited to get out there and prove my worth to Jackson and his college buddies, who were far less athletic than I am. Looking back, I’m kicking myself for being so cocky. I can’t believe I ever thought of my best friend in that way.
From what I could see on the internet, Bennington College’s history was a long and often sinister one. There were videos about people vanishing into thin air: a girl wearing a red parka went for a hike alone and was never found, an experienced man leading an outdoor expedition disappeared in the woods, a woman fell into a stream, doubled back to the campsite to change her clothes, but never made it to the site, a man on a bus disappeared from the vehicle at a stop but left all of his luggage, a teenage boy was waiting in his mother’s truck and when she came back, he was mysteriously gone…I wish I could say these stories deterred me from poking my head somewhere where it didn’t belong.
Instead, I only grew more curious. What was going on in this so-called “Bennington Triangle?” I was in a unique position to investigate this phenomenon for myself. Many people hear about strange occurrences and the intrigue piques their interest, but they never have the chance to see it for themselves. But I could. I knew I could hold my own out in the wilderness—it was literally my job! Besides, I was a strong, slightly stubborn young man, built steadily, and I could protect myself well. What could possibly happen to me out in those woods, much less to a group of young college-aged men? The people who went missing most likely made one fatal mistake that cost them their lives, or maybe it was all just a big coincidence. Either way, I was about to find out for myself.
It was halfway through December when I left to meet up with Jackson. I got there on the last day of classes, and Jackson told me he would be busy until later in the day. I assumed he was cramming for a final, and I told him it was no big deal, I would meet up with him and maybe meet some of his buddies later. Besides, I had some plans of my own.
The most famous missing persons case in Bennington went cold, and is still unsolved to this day. The case is a tragic one, and I didn’t want to be insensitive by going around asking for information or throwing around names. Everything I needed, I found online. Paula Welden was the name of the girl in the red parka that went missing. Allegedly, she left campus one day to go on a hike by herself. She left the campus around 3pm and hitchhiked to an entrance to the Long Trail, a trail that runs for almost 300 miles from Massachusetts all the way to the Canadian Border. She wasn’t dressed to be outside for long, but as the story goes, she never made it back from the trail.
There was one sighting of her, however, that particularly interested me. A man reported that he had seen her running around, rather erratically, in the bottom of a gravel pit near the entrance to campus, and I wanted to see if there was anything left of the pit. Because I’m experienced with many different kinds of natural phenomena, I initially wondered if there wasn’t a natural explanation for her distressed behavior. I thought maybe there might be an insect nest or an infestation of small animals at the bottom of the pit that she might have disturbed, so I decided to check it out in my free time.
After the RA checked me in and I tossed my luggage into Jackson’s dorm, I packed a small backpack with essentials: water, sunscreen, energy bars, mini first aid kit, some rope, a utility tool, a flashlight, and a lightweight jacket. Then I headed out towards the pit.
The first thing I noticed was how much smaller the pit seemed. According to the eyewitness description of the incident, Paula was running up and down the side of a deep gravel pit, but what lay in front of me now was something much more shallow. I walked down into the center of what was left of the pit, but I could easily see over the edges. The small, dark fragments of rock crunched and ground together under my hiking boots, and the slowly sinking midday sun bounced off of the remnants of white snow around me. It was an unusually sunny day for winter, and the snow was, curiously, letting up for my visit. But the good luck for me ran out here—there seemed to be nothing to investigate at this location. My hopes of finding any evidence of insect or pest infestation that could have disturbed the girl were dashed, maybe buried several feet underground.
I lingered awhile, kicking at the bits of gravel in the small pit. I watched the small rocks scatter over the rest of the gravel, hitting up against the edge of the pit and rolling back down a few inches. I turned to go, but stopped. Maybe it was a trick of my eye, the sun reflecting harshly off of the snow and glinting in my sunglasses, causing me to not see clearly. I walked to the edge of the pit and kicked some more gravel at the side. The small rocks skipped across the uneven surface of the gravel pile, and scattered up the edge of the pit, farther than gravity should allow them to travel. I kicked more, and it happened again. My heart started beating faster.
I crouched down and picked up a small stone. I rolled it gently across the gravel, softly enough that it started to slow when it reached the incline of the side of the pit. I watched, astounded, as the rock slowly rolled uphill about a foot before coming to a stop. I gave a shout of excitement and jumped to my feet.
As I stood up straight I nearly fell back down. In an instant, my hearing seemed to go and I felt an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia. I spun around, thinking someone must be behind me, messing with me, but the sensation of closeness stayed pressing at my back. I spun around again, searching for an explanation. My head was fuzzy. I heard my footsteps, overwhelmingly loud, and I couldn’t hear anything else, almost as if my range of hearing was limited to my immediate surroundings. Like I was trapped in the pit. As soon as those words flashed through my head, the claustrophobia overwhelmed me, pushing up against the very air around my body. The silence built up inside my ears until all I could hear was my muffled footsteps, my desperate breathing, and the blood rushing faster and faster through my body.
I lunged for the edge, clambering up the side as fast as I could. Instantly upon passing over the edge the sounds of the late afternoon bore down on my ears. I stumbled and covered my ears, the chirping of the birds and rustling leaves almost too loud for me to bear.
It’s not that I was scared. Obviously, I was a little shaken up. As I hastened back towards Jackson’s dorm, I tried to rationalize what had just happened to me. Maybe I hadn’t drank enough water and I simply became dizzy. Maybe it was altitude sickness. Maybe a strange bug had bitten me and I temporarily lost my bearings. Nothing quite made sense. I tried to push it from my mind and focus on having a good first day, because soon I would be meeting Jackson’s college buddies.
When I got back to the dorm, Jackson was waiting for me. Fresh from the shower, his hair was damp and he was putting on a clean t-shirt. Pulling me into a hug, he expressed his excitement over my visit, asked me about my flight, what I thought about the campus—all the preliminary niceties. Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he noticed, he didn’t pry and try to ask me about my slightly shaking hands, my pale face, or the vague disconnectedness with which I answered his questions.
That night eased my worries slightly. I ended up meeting Jackson’s group of friends and, together, we ventured into downtown Bennington. We hit a few bars and chilled at some of the many breweries in town. Live music, good company, and many, many beers did wonders on my nerves. By the end of the night, I had completely forgotten all about my encounter in the gravel pit. Jackson’s friends were nice guys, and I was too busy feeling proud about my best friend coming out of his shell in college. When he left, I had my doubts, but it was crystal clear that Jackson was really coming into himself at this school.
The festivities continued for the next few days: the guys were stoked to be done with their final exams and excited to connect with Jackson’s old friend, so we spent our time drinking and hanging out, bumping music and generally having a blast. It was almost enough for me to forget about one of the very reasons I was excited to be in Bennington in the first place.
It’s been a few days since that incident. I had even almost started to feel better about the whole thing. Maybe it was a mistake to poke around in old history, and maybe I should just focus on living my own life and fulfilling my own passions, working to heal nature as best as I can. But now Jackson and his friends want to go on a hike, and I’m starting to feel that same claustrophobia creeping back in. What the hell is out there, and why do I feel like I shouldn’t be messing with it?
Jackson chose the hike, not me. It was like him; he was the researcher, he was the one who looked at details, so he suggested we hike on the Long Trail. It intersected with the Appalachian Trail, and maybe I wasn’t paying attention when Jackson explained this to me, because it didn’t raise any alarms about the missing persons cases. Paula Welden went missing on the Long Trail, sure—but she wasn’t with a group of capable college guys like I was.
We packed some backpacks, crushed a beer or two for celebratory sakes, and set off on the trail. I let myself feel excited as we stomped through the trees, Jackson and his friends decked out in their matching red Bennington shirts from graduation. The hike was long. It was tedious. I don’t know when I first started noticing the weird aspects around us until about an hour in. The others didn’t pay any mind to these things, but I saw them: leaves drifting in the air with no breeze, snowflakes trapped in patches of sunlight, floating but unmoving, and that tree. It was a towering douglas fir, half-dead and reaching for the afternoon sun with bare branches. Each time I looked over my shoulder to check for hikers behind us or glanced ahead to see what awaited us, it was there. At first I assumed my eyes were playing tricks on me. After all, we had been hiking for a few hours.
Only when we stopped for a breather and Jackson pointed at a nearby stream did the weird things become too much for me. We were hiking on an incline, and we were exhausted, but when Jackson knelt beside this stream, it was flowing uphill. By then I was a little panicked. I freaked out, telling them that we needed to head back. Who cares if we hadn’t reached the halfway point yet? Was there even a halfway point? It felt like we had been walking for miles!
One of Jackson’s buddies opened up a map of the trail on his phone, and it was blank. He had service and bars, but the map was just…gone. Shocked with sudden fear, we immediately turned and headed back down the path. The sky darkened within minutes of us retracing our steps. Somehow, night was falling, despite us beginning the hike only a few hours prior. I tried to point it out, pulling Jackson aside when we slowed our pace to pass around a bottle of water. But Jackson was terrified and unfocused, and when I asked him what was wrong, we realized that one member of our five-person group was missing. How had we not noticed?
So, we made a U-turn and headed back up the mountain. Twenty minutes later, we found his torn university shirt. I turned the red fabric over in my hands, panicked and bewildered. When I looked up to scan our surroundings, I saw that same Douglas fir directly to my left. I was shocked, and the rest of the group must have noticed. We looked at each other and saw the panic rising on our faces. What the hell was happening?
I only had one goal at this point: we had to get down the mountain to call for help.
We decided to do our best to follow the trail on the way we came up, but only once daylight broke; it was difficult to make out the trail in the dark cover of the night, so I insisted it would be too dangerous. Someone could fall and get seriously injured, we could all get separated in the dark, or worse. So we did our best to hunker down and build a makeshift shelter to wait out the night, but it wasn’t easy. I can only describe the sounds we heard as otherworldly. Despite the lack of animals in the woods, nature seemed to be alive around us. The clicking of bugs kept me wide awake, but the noises were louder and deeper than I had ever heard. The baying of giant wolves, so close I imagined them coming up directly behind us. The snuffling of something in the underbrush, but from a cavernous creature larger than any moose could ever be.
Where had these animals been in the daytime? Why did it feel like they were surrounding us now?
I don’t know how I ever fell asleep, but when I awoke in the morning, the sun was beating down on us. From the sheen of sweat on my forehead to the dreadful pit in my stomach, I could tell something was horribly wrong.
When I scrambled to my feet and glanced around the area, I realized that only Jackson and I remained at our site. It was us, the clothes on our backs, and the demure amount of leftover supplies in our pockets: keys, gum wrappers, half-eaten power bars, and anything else that was ultimately unhelpful. We had been stranded on the forest floor, us against nature, as if something had swooped in from above and whisked Jackson’s friends under the pitch-black cover of the night.
I frantically took in our surroundings, peering into the bushes and pushing through thorny shrubbery. There were no tracks, no drag marks. Not even broken branches. I told Jackson we had to get out of there, and fast. I knew we needed to find the closest trailhead and book it down the mountain. Jackson ran so fast he nearly chipped a tooth on a steep hill. He was trying to keep up with me since I was faster by a long shot. All that sports stuff in high school paid off in the moment, so I almost felt bad leaving him in the dust. I called back over my shoulder to him every minute or so, making sure he was there.
He stuck with me for the most part. His t-shirt got torn by overhanging branches at one point, leaving a nasty scrape almost as red as the decimated fabric. I found myself struggling to remember if he was wearing that shirt to begin with, back when we started.
Then I decided I was losing it. It was like a fight against nature, Jackson and me against the blaring sun and sloping trail. Eventually, Jackson starts glaring menacingly at the passing scenery, cursing loudly and deliriously at everything surrounding us.
When we stumbled upon a trail marker, we barely had enough energy to celebrate. While we caught our breath, I tried to calm Jackson down. Something told me that cursing out Mother Nature wasn’t the best idea right now. Whatever was sicking the elements on us wouldn’t appreciate the nasty things he was saying about them. But he was terrified, and nothing I said could slap any reason into him. I had to lead us to safety, get us out of here.
Suddenly, I heard a sound in the distance. But unlike everything else we had heard so far, this one was man made. Jackson heard it too, and started yelling about a helicopter. He made a break off to the left, towards the sound, and I bolted after him. Somehow, he burst out into a tiny clearing.
Ripping off his red Bennington shirt, he started calling out and waving it in the air like a rescue flag. He jumped and shouted, but as the helicopter got closer, the unbelievable happened. The clearing started shrinking, tree branches reaching from either side to close the gap and obscure us from the view of the pilot. Jackson screamed in fury, cursing the forest like never before.
Then the chopper must have been lowering down towards the treelike because the wind picked up, blowing in circles around us like the blades were inches from our heads, faster and faster, more violent by the second.
The brush beneath our feet blew up in the air along with the topsoil and dead leaves, obscuring our vision. We could hear each other gasping for breath, trying to keep the debris out of our eyes and coughing. I flung my arms out into the space around me, calling for my best friend and reaching out for his hands. But then I felt something shift. The decaying leaves around me smelled stronger. The wind became more vicious. The earth trembled beneath my feet, and I thought I felt something looming above me, breathing down my neck but also looking straight into my unseeing eyes.
Then it clicked. Jackson's red shirt, the gravel pit, Paula's erratic behavior, the other missing hikers...something was picking these people off, luring them deeper into the woods where they were sure to never be seen again. Did the color red cause whatever it was to literally see red, like a sick, twisted joke? Like a giant bull in front of a matador? What kind of creature could it be? Such a stealthy hunter, a commanding presence that made man tremble at the sensation of its mere aura...I couldn't even think about it without snapping my mind.
Before the flurry of leaves and moist earth settled back onto the ground, I knew Jackson was gone. I knew the chopper hadn’t seen us and that I was on my own now. I tried not to panic as I felt like every hidden eye in the forest was staring me down, sizing me up. I took off blindly, but where to, I didn’t know. After what seemed like hours of desperately sprinting, I saw a pile of rocks in the distance. Shelter, I thought, and decided to rest there for a minute to get my wits back about me.
Then I had an idea. With what little juice I had in my phone and whatever cell service luck would afford me, I knew I had to send out a warning. For some reason, I didn’t think about myself. I didn’t think about dying, disappearing, or whatever had happened to my friends. If the nature around me would be the thing to end my life, so be it. I had decided to dedicate my life to nature long ago: to save it from my fellow man, to preserve its beauty, and to keep it out of the wrong hands, the people that wanted to use its power for evil and to bring about the harm of those around them. I know it sounds ridiculous to be thinking about when my life was at stake, but I knew it was what I needed to do.
From my makeshift hiding spot in the rocks, I began furiously typing my story with what little battery I had left on my phone. When my hands started cramping, I used the voice option. I didn’t care. I just had to get my story out there.
For an hour , I’d been trying to put it all down in words. I couldn't believe my luck, that my battery hadn’t run out yet.
I had almost gone to the end when I felt the same creeping silence begin to close in on me. It was as if the forest was falling silent around me, and that silence was racing in on all sides, but it was different from when I was in the gravel pit. There was more to the sensation this time, not just the sinking, breathless feeling and the loss of hearing.
Somewhere deep within the forest, but at the same time, only miles away, I heard an awful rumbling sound, something I’ve never heard before. Nothing like the helicopter, not even the giant animals I was convinced I had heard in the night. I can't even think of a word to describe it, but it filled me with a frantic kind of dread that I’ve never felt before. I feel it in the ground. My entire body wants to run as fast as I can, but it’s like I’m glued to the ground. I taste metal in my mouth like maybe I bit my cheek or the dirt from the wind or I bit on a rock, I spit and I can’t get it out. I’m going to open an app and copy and paste it so people can know while I still can type I’m shaking so hard they have to know.
And the smell I’m smelling it’s like fruit that’s gone ripe, but it keeps getting more ripe, a sickly sweetness that keeps building mixed with the smell of the richest earth imaginable.
This is happening now, I’m smelling this now and It’s it’s like I’m trapped under the shadow of some thing bigger something that’s taking the shadow away from the trees and I can’t see the shadow of the trees anymore and the ground around me is trembling. It’s like I can hear the trees calling out to whatever it is, that’s walking towards me or flying I can’t tell, everything is stretching and growing out towards me. No behind me above me something is coming. I’m I feel better right I feel better than I have in days or however long I’ve been out here I’m not thirsty anymore. I’m not hungry anymore. I feel fuller stronger smarter. My mind is overloading. I’m thinking of 1 million things like I don’t know if I can speak anymore it’s like, it’s like I’m fruit like I’m a ripening on the vine and this giant wings beating above me and the smell is too much I

I would like to point out first of all, I am Christian, I believe that Jesus my Lord was the Son of God and that He returned from Death and cleansed the World of the sins of man. I just wanted to make this post to tell all who see this, Muslim or Christian or otherwise that I consider you my brother or sister and that I love you with all my heart, and that God also loves you, and He always shall despite your sin and your debauchery and degeneracy He will open His heart to you so long as you love Him and abide by Him. I do not believe Muhammad was a Prophet sent by God to aid men in His worship and to save them and guide them to better lives but I do believe that God smiles on you all and that He truly loves us all and that He is deserving of our worship and reverence. I’m sorry if I upset anyone especially my Muslim brothers and sisters, but I just wanted to remind everyone of the love that God possesses for us and that we can make this world a better place if we all just have Compassion and Justice unto one another and that God loves us all despite our failings. If you took the time to read this thank you, and I believe that you can make this world a better place, and more importantly so does the Lord. Amen.

So my endo finally agreed to start me on HC three weeks ago diagnosed as secondary AI after several low AM Cortisol tests and an normal ACTH Stim test. I'm on 10mg first thing in the morning and 5mg in the afternoon. I should also mention that I am hypopituitarism with hypothyroidism and hypogonadism, though both of those are both well controlled with interventions.
Prior to the HC my tiredness was really bad, as in fall asleep at work bad. And that's with Adderall for ADHD. The first week on HC was great, I finally started to feel good, but after being on the HC for two weeks, the exhaustion started to come back and then it kicked into high gear this past week with major brain fog and was sleeping 15+ hours a day (8 hours at night and then napping a ton at work).
My doctor didn't want to start me on HC, he was very wary of starting me on a lifelong regimen, but also didn't want to do any further testing. I practically had to beg him to try the HC out, so I'm afraid to go back to him with this because he'll just take me off entirely. And he may be right to do so, but I wanted to ask here before I go back to him. Is there something else that would explain why my exhaustion is actually worse on the HC? My low AM Cortisol results are consistently in the 4-5 range with a normal range being given as 6.2-19.4. So, it's not like they were obviously horrible to start, I was just told by my endo that the low end of the range for healthy 8AM Cortisol is actually 10. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed for the HC, I don't know. I was just so tired of being tired all the time and the low AM Cortisol seemed like such an obvious red flag.
Any help would be greatly appreciated. Thank you!

After taking 2 private instructors from outside with manual and struggling to understand them, I want to change to a school environment as I feel like it is more organised and I feel like it will be less gaslighting compared to the private instructors.
I think the worse part for me is that despite telling both the instructors and the admin that I cannot speak chinese, they still spoke to me in chinese which I cannot fully understand. (And just for info, yes I told the admin I cannot speak chinese, but they still gave me one who omly spoke in chinese). I do not know what is an accelerator or clutch in chinese. So i keep pressing the wrong ones. Don't even get me started on the turning and button pressing in chinese. I blanked out. Like I just wanna learn the controls. I'm not ready for the cars yet. :,( but they keep insisting to driving on the road, esp on the first day and complaiin that I am "selfish" and "don't listen to them" when I am struggling to comprehend what they even are trying to say.
I gave up midway cus I legit cannot understand them. I keep getting nervous because I do not understand them. Like it becomes alien language for me.
Also I am starting to feel like it would be more prefers for me to choose auto as it is easier to learn. I keep hearing the instructor say to choose auto instead cus I am "useless" and "just dumb" in Chinese.
However, I am a private student under SSDC but I do not see any reddit post talking about ssdc changing from private to school candidate.
But yea, any recommendation on this? (Also I am sad rn, I feel like giving up ngl)

just wondering if anyones had this issue before, on my new computer, victoria 2 crashes at various points on basically every single mod.
for GFM, HPM and TOL, i will get crashes when i load into the main menu, or when i load a save, or after a week or month of in game time. often when in game, it will crash when i open a menu or a tab of a menu.
DOD (HPM version) works fine. vanilla also works fine. i have had this problem for a month, new versions of GFM have come out which i have tried and all have produced the same issues.
ive tried fresh installs, triple checking my installations, everything.
it works absolutely fine on my other computer and my laptop, but my new computer performs far better and is in my room, so id prefer to be using it.
no idea whats happened, i dont see this getting solved because crash logs come up empty, theres nothing outwardly wrong. i dont know what to do, id guess it could be software related, something i had on my old pc/laptop that i dont have on my new computer, but i have no idea what it would be.
no other game on my pc has this problem.
hopefully i can find a fix
i can provide my pc specs if thats relevant. ill edit the post later if people are curious.

Hi everyone, like the title says, I want to get into game design. I know there are already posts like this, but I wanted to ask anyway, hope you can help me and no one's bothered if I'm repeating things that have already been asked.
Mainly I was hoping if ome of you could recommend something like a game design 101 to get started, be it a book or an online course, and then some other things to follow up that are more advanced once I'm done with the basics. Or even if you could just give a basic roadmap of what things I should delve into at first would be helpful. Sorry for grammar or other mistakes, english is my second languge. Motivation is already there to do anything it takes, I'm at a low point in my life right now and this is the first step to getting out of it.

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What’s the point of searching for a clan when it’s the same ones that pop up that are full AND cannot accept anymore applications.
They need to post clans with less than <120 players on the front page and that don’t have full applications.

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Line Score - Game Over

	1	2	3	4	5	6	7	8	9	R	H	E	LOB
SEA	2	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	1	4	4	1	8
LAA	0	0	2	1	0	2	0	0		5	6	0	4

Box Score

LAA		AB	R	H	RBI	BB	SO	BA
LF	Ward	4	1	0	0	0	2	.238
DH	Ohtani	4	1	3	2	0	0	.282
CF	Trout	4	0	0	0	0	3	.258
3B	Rendon	3	2	1	0	0	0	.286
2B	Rengifo	4	0	1	1	0	0	.227
1B	Walsh	4	0	0	0	0	2	.133
RF	Moniak	3	1	1	2	0	2	.305
C	Wallach	3	0	0	0	0	2	.250
SS	Neto	1	0	0	0	2	1	.239

LAA	IP	H	R	ER	BB	SO	P-S	ERA
Ohtani	5.0	3	3	3	5	6	97-53	3.32
Joyce	0.0	0	0	0	1	0	8-2	4.50
Webb	2.0	0	0	0	1	0	31-16	2.70
Bachman	1.0	0	0	0	1	0	16-8	1.13
Estévez	1.0	1	1	1	1	1	24-12	1.59

SEA		AB	R	H	RBI	BB	SO	BA
SS	Crawford, J	4	1	0	0	1	0	.235
CF	Rodríguez, Ju	3	0	0	0	1	3	.243
1B	France, T	5	0	2	1	0	0	.275
LF	Kelenic	3	1	1	2	1	1	.270
RF	Hernández, T	2	0	0	0	2	0	.241
C	Raleigh	2	0	0	0	2	0	.214
3B	Suárez, E	4	0	0	0	0	1	.206
DH	Ford, M	4	1	1	1	0	2	.143
2B	Caballero	2	1	0	0	2	0	.244

SEA	IP	H	R	ER	BB	SO	P-S	ERA
Castillo, L	6.0	6	5	3	1	10	109-71	2.70
Brash	1.0	0	0	0	1	2	21-13	4.68
Speier	1.0	0	0	0	0	0	15-9	2.42

Scoring Plays

Inning	Event	Score
T1	Jarred Kelenic homers (11) on a fly ball to right center field. J.P. Crawford scores.	0-2
B3	Shohei Ohtani homers (17) on a fly ball to right center field. Taylor Ward scores.	2-2
B4	Luis Rengifo singles on a sharp ground ball to center fielder Julio Rodriguez. Anthony Rendon scores.	3-2
T5	Ty France singles on a line drive to center fielder Mike Trout. Jose Caballero scores. Julio Rodriguez to 3rd.	3-3
B6	Mickey Moniak homers (5) on a fly ball to center field. Anthony Rendon scores.	5-3
T9	Mike Ford homers (1) on a fly ball to right field.	5-4

Highlights

Description	Length	Video
Bullpen availability for Seattle, June 9 vs Angels	0:07	Video
Bullpen availability for Los Angeles, June 9 vs Mariners	0:07	Video
Fielding alignment for Los Angeles, June 9 vs Mariners	0:11	Video
Fielding alignment for Seattle, June 9 vs Angels	0:11	Video
Starting lineups for Mariners at Angels - June 9, 2023	0:09	Video
A deep dive into Jarred Kelenic's home run	0:09	Video
Measuring the stats on Jarred Kelenic's home run	0:14	Video
Breaking down Shohei Ohtani's pitches	0:08	Video
Shohei Ohtani's outing against the Mariners	0:22	Video
Measuring the stats on Mickey Moniak's home run	0:16	Video
Visualizing Mickey Moniak's swing using bat tracking technology	0:09	Video
Breaking down Luis Castillo's pitches	0:08	Video
Luis Castillo's outing against the Angels	0:23	Video
Jarred Kelenic belts a two-run homer to right-center	0:25	Video
Shohei Ohtani crushes a two-run home run to center	0:30	Video
Luis Rengifo grounds an RBI single up the middle	0:26	Video
Ty France bloops an RBI single to center field	0:29	Video
Shohei Ohtani crushes 440-foot homer vs. Mariners	0:34	Video
Check out Shohei Ohtani's home run - Creator Cuts	0:30	Video
Mickey Moniak smacks a two-run home run to center	0:30	Video
Ben Joyce exits due to right hand irritation in 6th	0:29	Video
Luis Castillo strikes out 10 against the Angels	1:03	Video
Mike Ford lifts a solo home run to right field	0:32	Video

Decisions

Winning Pitcher	Losing Pitcher	Save
Webb (1-0, 2.70 ERA)	Castillo, L (4-4, 2.70 ERA)	Estévez (17 SV, 1.59 ERA)

Attendance	Weather	Wind
	67°F, Cloudy	8 mph, R To L

HP	1B	2B	3B
Dan Bellino	Phil Cuzzi	Ryan Wills	Mark Ripperger

Game ended at 9:30 PM.

I have seen people on this subreddit refer to terms and phrases like whitewashed, coconut, oreo, white-worshipping, and colonized mindset, all traits which they look down upon, and they instead encourage 'desis to show unity' and 'embrace their culture'. Personally it seems like all this is an attempt to get people to conform to a particular way of thinking and acting and to punish those who are different by accusing them of 'wanting to be white', and in effect alienating them from their racial identity in order to make them more easy to manipulate and to abuse. Is this not the weaponization of race? Is this not racism? Sure, it's not coming from someone of a different skin color, but that just means the person saying these things knows enough about us to effectively cause harm. Personally I think it needs to stop and that people need to refrain from insulting or demeaning any race or using race to insult and demean others. We all have different personalities and we don't need to give racial labels to any of our traits. The purpose of this subreddit should be to provide support and advice to people who face challenges that are associated specifically with the differences they have as minorities living in the west who are descended from the Indian subcontinent. While I have seen some people share their stories, a lot of what I see posted here is either quite trivial or is posted in an attempt to inflame tensions and divide the audience. Are we trying to support people, or are we trying to control them? The answer to that will show through our actions, and that will determine whether or not this subreddit is worth having.

Just want to document this experience down and also share it here to anyone who’s interested. I was there on Day 3 and I had a blast. (It is going to be long.)
First off, setlist. Most of the songs were kept the same from TDS2 (except a few removals like Boom, Diggity, My Youth, Walk With You, Beatbox, We Go Up was played during pre-encore), but we got Drippin’, Rewind and Graduation. Haechan did mention that they didn’t have much time to prepare for this, yet the boys did great.
Some songs had new arrangements and I personally enjoyed them - they did the Glitch Mode domino choreo version with lots of dancers (so dope), Hot Sauce with Jaem taking the center and leading the intro beats with taps and claps, TTF was a band version with Chenle’s incredible extended adlibs at the end of the song (he said he did it jokingly during rehearsal and everyone ended up liking it so he did it during the concert).
Ending it with the sequence Rewind, Dear DREAM, Graduation was genius, esp for older fans like me who has gone through the part where members had to face the uncertainty of not being a fixed unit, to seeing the achievements these boys have reached today - it was an emotional ride.
Secondly, the members. Mark keeps getting better looking by the day! Even though his condition wasn’t great that night (the members mentioned it during instalive after), you can’t tell at all, he gives his 802% throughout. And you can clearly tell Mark loves and dotes on his dongsaeng members A LOT, just so much love in his ments and just the way he looks and interacts with them. Soo endearing to see.
Renjun remains everyone’s Heather, the chemistry between him and the members during stage interaction were so good I always look forward to them. When he had that solo spotlight during ANL bridge, he sounded sooo heavenly. He was in high-spirits that day, literally rolling on the stage and all that. But I thought it was really nice of him to mention the story about a fan who listened to Hello Future and gained strength for her operation during his ending ment. He got emotional and almost cried aww
Jeno is just electrifying on stage whenever he does the cooler tracks like Stronger, Countdown - his energy is unmatched. Yet on the other spectrum he’s such a softie (and cutie of course) when performing the ballads and more light-hearted tracks. Like TDS2, he said “I love you” to the members again that night during his ending ment that caught everyone’s surprised - such an endearing moment!
Haechan is my bias and he keeps proving why he is. His dance is so captivating everytime, his honey-like voice melts in my ears whenever he sings. He absolutely killed that opening of MFAL acapella version when there was no bgm or back vocals but his voice. He’s also such the moodmaker (which indirectly created the chaos where fans ask the members to reveal their abs), showing the 7Dream friendship rings to fans (he also revealed they did discuss to have a design for fans, hopefully this happens!)
Jaemin is another level - I love his stage quirkiness, I love how he calls us “princesses and princes”, I love how real is he when he mentioned our ‘hardships’ at coming to the concert, I love how he isn’t shy to create these cute lovable interactive moments with the fans. Aside from the abs reveal and how his chest was distracting me the whole time, I love seeing how he’s enjoying himself on stage. He’s such a fun one to watch.
Chenle is the member I was looking forward to the most because he couldn’t make it to my country’s stop during TDS2. He did NOT fall under any expectations at all - his passion was radiating, his adlibs, his vocals, his stage presence, how he also knows how to have fun on stage, these just confirm how essential of a member he is to the team and how his energy just makes the concert experience heaps better. I’m so glad I got to finally see him!
Jisung my baby, the only one who teared up during Graduation. His ments were so sincere my heart went soft, esp when he mentioned that this is not forever and wishes to create happy memories with fans as much as he can + he worked hard hoping to not feel our time is wasted. I just wish I could tell him that he is already doing very well! And hearing him sing live this minute and then rap the other, plus how well he nailed every dance solo during BTG, Glitch Mode, Hot Sauce just shows what a versatile and all-rounded idol he is. SM GIVE HIM A SOLO PRODUCTION ALR.
Lastly, some special mentions. I do think some friendships are worth mentioning here based on the concert. Haechan was looking at Mark during Graduation and this sent feels. We all know the emotional rollercoaster ride with the graduation system back then. Jaem and Jeno are practically the inseparable pair at this point - personally I enjoyed all their interactions on stage and those by them are the best for me. Major ‘best friends I wish I had what they have’ energy and vibes (that day was also their decade anniversary of first meeting each other in SM!) Jisung’s unexpected backhug to Chenle during Candy was also a pleasant surprise. And Ten, Kun, Yangyang, Minho came to the concert!
7Dream, though young, you can tell they are a bunch with experience and it shows. I can see their sincerity in every stage, also love how they are able to add their ideas to the stages making everything better. I can’t wait for their comeback this month already. IT’S GONNA BE GREAT KNOW IT.
That’s all!

I originally posted this in the Apple Card sub and it was removed.
I have an apple HYSA and want to move some money from the savings to the Apple Cash card so I can make a purchase with the Apple Cash card.
It would be a point of sale Apple Pay purchase. What are the transaction limits on the Apple Cash card? I’ve searched google for a while and can only find the limits for sending cash within iMessage.
Some banks limit your debit card to 3-5k debit card transactions per day. I know Apple Cash card has limits, but I cannot find them anywhere in the TOS or google.

My girlfriend and I worked on this post together all day the other day and after posting it here she was looking forward to the feedback/discussion that might stem from it. She has been isolated with this for her entire life and so this is the first time it is going out in “public” but shortly after posting the entire account was shadowbanned. I am hoping by posting again her story won’t be silenced. I think it’s disgusting anyone would try to silence her story for any reason, especially here.

This story is about my girlfriend and I have her permission to post this here, she helped me write it, as we have talked about this and not only does she want to hear the responses but I am also curious considering all of this remained between us until now.
My girlfriend of several years was molested by her Dad and her Mom growing up. It started before she can even remember and went on until she left for college, where we met her sophomore year.
According to her, her mother and father were always very kind, sweet, affectionate, never violent, never cruel, and treated their sexual time together as basically just another aspect of being a family.
She knew that she couldn’t tell anyone because according to them “not everyone loves their children the same way we love you and people don’t understand” along with more explanation but you get the point.
So she kind of had this dual life where she would go to school and extracurricular stuff as she got older but no one knew about any of it. She never told anyone out of fear they wouldn’t understand or her parents would get into trouble.
After we met and things got serious she disclosed it to me at a point she was comfortable and has told me repeatedly that it was the best thing that ever happened to her. She said it made her closer to her parents, taught her about sex and intimacy with people who will always love her, set a high bar for all future sexual/romantic relationships, and as much as it shocked me to hear the details of how she was raised (because a LOT happened early on) the most shocking part to me is how she sees all of it as a positive, and the more I hear her out the more it makes sense.
Now I’m feeling conflicted because it goes against everything I have been taught and told about it. She even referenced a meta study done that heavily disputed the connection between CSA and trauma.
All of this to say, how normal is this for people? Is she some rare case where Al though what happened was obviously bad due to moral/ethical reasons, it was “good” for her?
I’ve met her parents and they are the nicest and most friendly people. I grew up in a very sex-negative house where I was basically told masturbation was something the devil made you do, so our childhoods are basically polar opposites.
Anyways I hope the community can provide some feedback because she has been struggling with feeling isolated with these feelings for years. She doesn’t want to see a therapist because she thinks they will just gaslight her into feeling bad about something that in her mind has only benefited her. But it has taken a toll on her feeling this way and not being able to relate to anyone or talk about it outside of her family.
I will end by saying both of us acknowledge for a lot of people it’s obviously an easily “that is horrific” case where there is violence, force, coercion, fear, blackmail, etc. She wanted me to be clear, as do I, that in no way is this implying that it’s somehow okay or that other people’s trauma isn’t valid.

I started playing bass casually ten years ago give or take. Eventually someone needed a bassist in a rock band and it was off to the races for a year or two. Never worked out that well for me anyway. The drama, control, egos, that's just MY experience. Took some advice and went back to guitar working on covers which was going pretty well. During that time I got hooked up with these two older (than me) players. One is very seasoned, he's the boss lol. The other is similar. We eventually came together over time, they do acoustic covers and wanted a bassist. They pestered me some. I was hesitant to put that kind of sacrifice in when I had to depend on others but eventually gave in. They are well established and have their shit together, know what it takes.
Last week we played two hours at a benefit for a family that lost their barn. Tonight we played a restaurant/bar. People aren't coming to see US, (besides maybe wives kids etc, but I don't expect anyone to follow us, we're there to provide ambiance and LIVE entertainment which is of value) We play some country, classic rock, 60's, honestly there's not much we can't play.
I guess I'm kinda stoked knowing I'll have no shortage of gigs and opportunities. There's plenty of room for me to grow and get established now. My main goal is to be playing guitar and singing as a one man act and I've already put some songs together quickly. It's a tradeoff. I could be busting ass getting my own gigs and trying to keep motivated, at some point that's what I plan on, a one man show. But playing with these two is a pleasure, it's not a headache, and tbh I think being lucky enough to have this opportunity it's a great advantage. There are deff plusses to playing with others, finding the right ones is tough but it seems I just happened to so I'm going with it.
TLDR: I played a paid acoustic gig with two other solid musicians tonight, and I'm just feeling very content since it seems likely we'll be doing this for awhile with any luck. It feels good knowing I'm finally going to be busy playing live and getting paid without the headache I've found to be intolerable (for me anyway) that comes with a full rock band.....
Peace, and thanks for reading !!!