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2023.06.05 05:49 Madstilion Grandma uses "Karen" logic to turn off the WIFI...
 | Oh man.. so I moved in with my Grandma a couple months ago, but God bless her, she's so stubborn about wanting to turn the wifi off at night, cause she doesn't see a reason for it to be on if she isn't using it. submitted by Madstilion to facepalm [link] [comments] Lately, I convinced her to keep it on, but I was just gone for a week to stay with a friend, and now that I'm back, she started sending me articles that SHE DIDNT EVEN READ HERSELF to convince me to turn the wifi off... đ€Šââïž This was one such article.. probably written by a Karen mom who's powered by crystals and essential oils ffs haha.. Anyway, this made me facepalm MASSIVELY. She doesn't even believe in this kind of EMF as "harmful radiation" drivel lol. |
2023.06.05 05:49 Ford9863 [Asteria] Part 27
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The gas poured from the hole and hung in the air, falling slightly as more poured through behind it. Thomas had no guesses as to what the substance could be. Chemistry was never his strong suit. But he knew enough to be afraid of it.
He was the first to spring forward, cutting the corner and turning left at the first junction before reaching the gas. His foot slid as he turned, moving a small piece of paper on the ground beneath him. That wasnât important. What mattered most was getting to the end of the chem lab and to the shaft that would take them where they needed to go.
With a quick turn of his head, he confirmed the others followed behind. He could almost hear his own feet slapping against the floor, though the ringing was still far too loud in his ears to attempt communication. He knew heâd have to try and keep track of their whereabouts on his own. Theyâd turned left; the gaseous room was now on the right, and they needed to get past it.
He tried to envision the room from above. It wasnât a perfect grid, which made things difficultâbut if he could keep the relative location of the gas in his mind, they might be able to take a wide path around it and pass on the other side. Or so he hoped, anyway.
They approached another junction and he stopped for a brief second, shining his light to the right. The path in that direction appeared straight, and he saw no sign of the gas reaching this far as of yetâso thatâs where he went. Again, he craned his neck and confirmed Layna and Mark were close behind. Neither made any attempt at objecting to his path.
Straight ahead they went. Thomas counted his steps as he ranâat twenty paces, he figured they must be about even with the toxic room. Both paths thus far had been straight, so the danger remained to his right. The next junction was only twenty more strides ahead; a junction which had one single sheet of paper, pointing to the right. That must have been the way they went the first time. If they went that way now, theyâd run right back into the room.
So he passed it and continued straight. Ten paces, twenty, thirty. He cursed whoever designed this section of the ship for making this stretch of rooms so oblong.
Another junction finally arrived after nearly eighty steps. By that time his pace had slowed; he wondered if his stride had shortened now that his run had become more of a jog. He leaned against a glass wall and took a couple of long, deep breaths, shining his light down the three paths in front of him.
The goal was to the right. He knew that. They hadnât strayed so far that heâd lost his way already. So he turned to look at the others and gestured in that direction while lifting his brow. Layna and Mark both nodded in agreement.
After twenty or so paces, the hall began to curve to the left. Thomas once again tried to picture the roomâs layout. From that point, the gaseous room would be to the right and a bit ahead of them. If the hall had just continued straight, they would have moved past the danger with ease. The curve complicated things.
He tried to keep a clear picture in his mind of the curve, tried to account for exactly how much it moved them away from their path. When they hit the next junction, he expected the proper path to be to the rightâbut a single sheet of paper on the ground showed that theyâd previously gone that direction.
âIs that right?â he called out, pointing to the paper. He could hear his voice now; the ringing had calmed to a dull, persistent tone.
âI donât remember,â Layna said, her voice muffled by his damaged ears. Still, he could hear her, and that was enough.
Mark shook his head. âThatâs got to be the right way. Maybe we just did something else wrong the first time.â His words were clearâhis neck strained with each one he spoke, clearly forcing his voice louder than Layna had.
âRight it is, then,â Thomas said and started in that direction.
The hall curved again, this time back to the right. Thomas was certain this was still the right way; the curve had to have been just enough to counteract the other. If he was right, this would put them back on track to avoid the cloud and get them to the safety of the maintenance shaft.
But he was wrong. After following the curve for quite some time, they ran into a dark green cloud floating over the next junction. He had no idea how far it had spread in the time since theyâd run, or how close they were to being able to sneak past itâbut running into it now meant they were going to lose even more ground.
They turned back and chose another path at the junction. Whereas theyâd turned right the first time, they now chose the straight path. Thomas tried to picture it in his head, but it came out as a jumbled mess. He wasnât sure he could even backtrack to where theyâd started at this point.
Once again, they moved through a gently curving corridor. The next split was left without one of their paper arrows; Thomas hoped it was a good sign, but didnât voice that to the others. Right seemed like the logical way to go, so thatâs where they went. After that, the rooms became smaller and the junctions more frequent.
After the third intersection, they stopped. Each path looked the same: dark. They didnât see any toxic cloud of chemicals in their way, but they didnât see any sign of their destination, either. Thomas pulled the pad of paper from his pocket and opened it to one of the few remaining pages. Then he drew an âXâ in the middle, and held the pad where the others could see.
Layna shined her light on it. âWhatâs that?â
âThis is the gas,â Thomas said. âWe started hereââhe drew a line down from the âXâââand moved this way. Then this way at the first split. The hall curved hereââ
âThatâs too much,â Mark said. âIt was less of a curve than that.â
Thomas lifted his gaze to Mark, then flicked to Layna. âDo you agree?â
She pressed her lips tight. âIâm⊠not sure. Itâs hard to gauge.â
âAlright,â Thomas said, drawing over the line with a less curvy one. âWeâll say it was less. Then we turned right, and that hall curvedââ
âNo, that one was straight,â Mark said. âIt was the one after that curved.â
Layna shook her head. âNo, I think we were straight for a while and turned a couple of times beforeââ
Thomas flipped the book shut. They were getting nowhere. Somewhere around them the cloud was creeping through the halls, slowly whittling down their options, and he wasnât about to sit in one spot and wait for it to reach them.
âWe need to just pick a direction,â he said. âI donât care which. Letâs just keep moving.â
Layna nodded, then gestured to their left. âI vote this way.â
Mark pointed to the right. âI say there.â
Thomas turned to the right and said, âIâm with Layna.â
Mark grumbled something under his breath but followed all the same.
They made a few turns as they moved deeper through the halls, eventually finding a wall that wasnât made of the labâs familiar glass. Thomas wasnât sure which side theyâd popped out on, but it certainly wasnât where theyâd expected to be. A single airtight door with a circular handle stood in front of them. In bright yellow letters across its face, it said, âCloning Roomâ.
âDidnât know this was back here,â Mark said. Thomas thought he heard a hint of shakiness in the manâs tone. It could have still been the shock from the gunshot wearing off, but he couldnât be sure.
Layna pulled the radio from her hip. âNeyland, come in.â
It crackled to life without hesitation. âYes?â
âChem lab is fucked. Something is leaking and we got turned around. Not sure if we can get back through to the shaft we were heading toward. Is there a way through the cloning room?â
The line remained silent for a moment. âYou should find another way to reach the maintenance shaft, as planned.â
She shook her head. âYou didnât answer my question. Is there a way through there or not? Time is short here, so if you want us to help you out instead of suffocating in some sort of toxic cloud, you might want to give a damned answer.â
He answered with a short, âYes.â The line was silent for a moment, so Layna returned the radio to her hip.
âIn we go,â she said. As she reached for the handle, Neylandâs voice sounded once more.
âBe sure to move quickly through the area, you donât want toââ
Layna clicked the knob of the radio off. âDonât give a shit,â she said. Then she turned to glance at the others. âDo you?â
Mark and Thomas both shook their heads. At least they could agree on something.
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He was the first to spring forward, cutting the corner and turning left at the first junction before reaching the gas. His foot slid as he turned, moving a small piece of paper on the ground beneath him. That wasnât important. What mattered most was getting to the end of the chem lab and to the shaft that would take them where they needed to go.
With a quick turn of his head, he confirmed the others followed behind. He could almost hear his own feet slapping against the floor, though the ringing was still far too loud in his ears to attempt communication. He knew heâd have to try and keep track of their whereabouts on his own. Theyâd turned left; the gaseous room was now on the right, and they needed to get past it.
He tried to envision the room from above. It wasnât a perfect grid, which made things difficultâbut if he could keep the relative location of the gas in his mind, they might be able to take a wide path around it and pass on the other side. Or so he hoped, anyway.
They approached another junction and he stopped for a brief second, shining his light to the right. The path in that direction appeared straight, and he saw no sign of the gas reaching this far as of yetâso thatâs where he went. Again, he craned his neck and confirmed Layna and Mark were close behind. Neither made any attempt at objecting to his path.
Straight ahead they went. Thomas counted his steps as he ranâat twenty paces, he figured they must be about even with the toxic room. Both paths thus far had been straight, so the danger remained to his right. The next junction was only twenty more strides ahead; a junction which had one single sheet of paper, pointing to the right. That must have been the way they went the first time. If they went that way now, theyâd run right back into the room.
So he passed it and continued straight. Ten paces, twenty, thirty. He cursed whoever designed this section of the ship for making this stretch of rooms so oblong.
Another junction finally arrived after nearly eighty steps. By that time his pace had slowed; he wondered if his stride had shortened now that his run had become more of a jog. He leaned against a glass wall and took a couple of long, deep breaths, shining his light down the three paths in front of him.
The goal was to the right. He knew that. They hadnât strayed so far that heâd lost his way already. So he turned to look at the others and gestured in that direction while lifting his brow. Layna and Mark both nodded in agreement.
After twenty or so paces, the hall began to curve to the left. Thomas once again tried to picture the roomâs layout. From that point, the gaseous room would be to the right and a bit ahead of them. If the hall had just continued straight, they would have moved past the danger with ease. The curve complicated things.
He tried to keep a clear picture in his mind of the curve, tried to account for exactly how much it moved them away from their path. When they hit the next junction, he expected the proper path to be to the rightâbut a single sheet of paper on the ground showed that theyâd previously gone that direction.
âIs that right?â he called out, pointing to the paper. He could hear his voice now; the ringing had calmed to a dull, persistent tone.
âI donât remember,â Layna said, her voice muffled by his damaged ears. Still, he could hear her, and that was enough.
Mark shook his head. âThatâs got to be the right way. Maybe we just did something else wrong the first time.â His words were clearâhis neck strained with each one he spoke, clearly forcing his voice louder than Layna had.
âRight it is, then,â Thomas said and started in that direction.
The hall curved again, this time back to the right. Thomas was certain this was still the right way; the curve had to have been just enough to counteract the other. If he was right, this would put them back on track to avoid the cloud and get them to the safety of the maintenance shaft.
But he was wrong. After following the curve for quite some time, they ran into a dark green cloud floating over the next junction. He had no idea how far it had spread in the time since theyâd run, or how close they were to being able to sneak past itâbut running into it now meant they were going to lose even more ground.
They turned back and chose another path at the junction. Whereas theyâd turned right the first time, they now chose the straight path. Thomas tried to picture it in his head, but it came out as a jumbled mess. He wasnât sure he could even backtrack to where theyâd started at this point.
Once again, they moved through a gently curving corridor. The next split was left without one of their paper arrows; Thomas hoped it was a good sign, but didnât voice that to the others. Right seemed like the logical way to go, so thatâs where they went. After that, the rooms became smaller and the junctions more frequent.
After the third intersection, they stopped. Each path looked the same: dark. They didnât see any toxic cloud of chemicals in their way, but they didnât see any sign of their destination, either. Thomas pulled the pad of paper from his pocket and opened it to one of the few remaining pages. Then he drew an âXâ in the middle, and held the pad where the others could see.
Layna shined her light on it. âWhatâs that?â
âThis is the gas,â Thomas said. âWe started hereââhe drew a line down from the âXâââand moved this way. Then this way at the first split. The hall curved hereââ
âThatâs too much,â Mark said. âIt was less of a curve than that.â
Thomas lifted his gaze to Mark, then flicked to Layna. âDo you agree?â
She pressed her lips tight. âIâm⊠not sure. Itâs hard to gauge.â
âAlright,â Thomas said, drawing over the line with a less curvy one. âWeâll say it was less. Then we turned right, and that hall curvedââ
âNo, that one was straight,â Mark said. âIt was the one after that curved.â
Layna shook her head. âNo, I think we were straight for a while and turned a couple of times beforeââ
Thomas flipped the book shut. They were getting nowhere. Somewhere around them the cloud was creeping through the halls, slowly whittling down their options, and he wasnât about to sit in one spot and wait for it to reach them.
âWe need to just pick a direction,â he said. âI donât care which. Letâs just keep moving.â
Layna nodded, then gestured to their left. âI vote this way.â
Mark pointed to the right. âI say there.â
Thomas turned to the right and said, âIâm with Layna.â
Mark grumbled something under his breath but followed all the same.
They made a few turns as they moved deeper through the halls, eventually finding a wall that wasnât made of the labâs familiar glass. Thomas wasnât sure which side theyâd popped out on, but it certainly wasnât where theyâd expected to be. A single airtight door with a circular handle stood in front of them. In bright yellow letters across its face, it said, âCloning Roomâ.
âDidnât know this was back here,â Mark said. Thomas thought he heard a hint of shakiness in the manâs tone. It could have still been the shock from the gunshot wearing off, but he couldnât be sure.
Layna pulled the radio from her hip. âNeyland, come in.â
It crackled to life without hesitation. âYes?â
âChem lab is fucked. Something is leaking and we got turned around. Not sure if we can get back through to the shaft we were heading toward. Is there a way through the cloning room?â
The line remained silent for a moment. âYou should find another way to reach the maintenance shaft, as planned.â
She shook her head. âYou didnât answer my question. Is there a way through there or not? Time is short here, so if you want us to help you out instead of suffocating in some sort of toxic cloud, you might want to give a damned answer.â
He answered with a short, âYes.â The line was silent for a moment, so Layna returned the radio to her hip.
âIn we go,â she said. As she reached for the handle, Neylandâs voice sounded once more.
âBe sure to move quickly through the area, you donât want toââ
Layna clicked the knob of the radio off. âDonât give a shit,â she said. Then she turned to glance at the others. âDo you?â
Mark and Thomas both shook their heads. At least they could agree on something.
2023.06.05 05:49 Presidentclash2 The Key Differences between the Lakers and Miami Heat vs Denver
After Game 2, Many Lakers fans are wondering how the Lakers failed to get 1 game in the entire series. The answer is fairly straightforward: They got exposed in key areas.
The Denver Nuggets won the series by taking advantage of 3 or 4 key areas
1) They exposed the fact that the Lakers have next to no Transition Defense and Perimeter Defense. The Lakers only excelled in interior defense (ALL by AD Himself)
2) Our 3-pt shooting is average and very low volume. There were games where we only had 6-8 made 3's
3) They attacked mismatches, Jamal Murray and Bruce Brown would always take the switch on D'LO and score on him
4) The adjustments came too late in the series (Coaching Diff)
The #1 Lakers Defensive rating was being carried by AD's historic defensive performance.
The Miami Heat's strengths are the Lakers greatest weaknesses
1) They are good-to-great in transition defense
2) They are the #1 offense in the playoffs and #1 in 3-pt shooting. When was the last time, the Lakers made 17 threes in a playoff game?
3) Erik Spolestra is a genius and has mastered the zone defense and adjustments
4) Better Help-defense. When Duncan Robinson is on the floor, He has usually hit shots this post-season which justifies playing him when he is a defensive liability
Miami still has weaknesses and those include: Thier Lack of Size and 3-pt shooting dependent
The Lakers were not the better team.
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The Denver Nuggets won the series by taking advantage of 3 or 4 key areas
1) They exposed the fact that the Lakers have next to no Transition Defense and Perimeter Defense. The Lakers only excelled in interior defense (ALL by AD Himself)
2) Our 3-pt shooting is average and very low volume. There were games where we only had 6-8 made 3's
3) They attacked mismatches, Jamal Murray and Bruce Brown would always take the switch on D'LO and score on him
4) The adjustments came too late in the series (Coaching Diff)
The #1 Lakers Defensive rating was being carried by AD's historic defensive performance.
The Miami Heat's strengths are the Lakers greatest weaknesses
1) They are good-to-great in transition defense
2) They are the #1 offense in the playoffs and #1 in 3-pt shooting. When was the last time, the Lakers made 17 threes in a playoff game?
3) Erik Spolestra is a genius and has mastered the zone defense and adjustments
4) Better Help-defense. When Duncan Robinson is on the floor, He has usually hit shots this post-season which justifies playing him when he is a defensive liability
Miami still has weaknesses and those include: Thier Lack of Size and 3-pt shooting dependent
The Lakers were not the better team.
2023.06.05 05:49 Ford9863 Horrors of the Asteria - Part 26
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As they exited the elevator shaft into the chem labs, a strong metallic scent filled the air. Thomas instinctively held his breath but couldnât keep it in for long.
âProbably best not to touch anything while weâre here,â Layna said, waving a hand in front of her nose. âWe donât know what kind of nasty stuff has been spilled all over the place with these shifts.â
Thomas nodded, scanning the landing with his flashlight. On the wall opposite the elevator was a painting of Earthâs silhouette. The Asteriaâs insignia was painted within that, reversed as white. At the top were the words, âTaking Humanity to the Next Levelâ.
Below those words was one word: âLiesâ. Written in red, the substance had dried as it dripped down the rest of the wall. It made it look like the surface itself was bleeding. Thomas questioned if it was blood but wasnât sure he wanted to know for sure. It wouldnât have surprised him at this point.
âWhat do you suppose thatâs about?â He asked, his light lingering on the image.
Mark shrugged, turning his attention to the hall on the right. âThis mission was always full of shit,â he said. âProbably about that.â
âJust because things went sideways doesnât mean the mission was shit,â Layna said.
He turned to face her with a skeptical look on his face. âOh, come on. Donât tell me you believed their over-the-top slogans and propaganda.â
She shook her head. âNo, I donât mean that. I justââ she pressed her lips together, considering her words. âI think most of the people on board had good intentions. They really wanted to believe in this thing.â
âWell, it doesnât matter much now, does it,â Mark said, stepping down the hall.
âNo, I guess not,â Layna said, following behind.
Thomas lingered at the wall for a moment, feeling a strange sensation in his gut. It had never been about the mission for him, either. In truth, he never took the time to fully understand what the ship set out to do. He just knew how it would help the people he wanted to help. That was enough.
He wondered what became of them after he left.
âTommy boy, you coming or what?â Mark called back, shining his light in Thomasâs eyes.
Thomas nodded and moved to catch up with them.
The chem labs were set up similarly to the bio labs on the opposite side of the deck. Each room was made of glass, though it appeared a bit thicker on this side. Cabinets lined most rooms, each with various symbols. Many of them held plain warnings about the caustic chemicals held within. Most appeared to be fully intactâthey were properly secured for the event of turbulence.
One room they passed looked like it had been abandoned mid-experiment. Glass littered the tile floor, no doubt the remnants of beakers that once stood on the black table in the center. The floor itself was streaked with deep, slashing burnsâwhatever chemical had spilled during the shifts had tried to eat its way right through the floor. Beneath the tile was a layer of some dull gray, pitted substance. The chemicals didnât penetrate it.
A dense green fog filled another small room. Thomas stepped close and pressed his light against the glass, trying to see through. But the fog was too thick. Even at ground level, he couldnât see more than an inch of the floor. The toxic cloud moved slowly, almost swirling.
âAre these things airtight?â Layna asked, shining her light on the doorâs edge.
âWell itâs not leaking out anywhere that I can see,â Mark said. He scanned the ceiling where it met the glass wall. The cloud moved slowly against the corner but appeared contained.
âWhat about vents?â Layna asked. âThey had to be able to breathe working in there.â
âIâm sure there are safeguards,â Mark said. âThings like this usually have their own ventilation systems, and beyond that, if something like this happens there are sensors to detect and seal it off.â
Thomas nodded. âYeah, but Iâm not sure I trust the safeguards on this ship,â he said, taking a step back. âBest not to push out luck and linger around this thing, I think.â
They turned and continued working their way through the lab, finding the path harder to follow than expected. Unlike the bio labs, the chem labs were not laid out in a perfect grid. Some rooms were much larger than others, some were oddly shaped. The result was a mix of long and short corridors, some curving, some ending abruptly. If they had the shipâs lights, theyâd probably be able to see through enough rooms to keep their bearings. But with the dim light of their flashlights, the space was a maze.
âThatâs the way we came,â Mark said, stopping as Layna tried to turn left at a junction.
She shook her head. âNo, we came from that way. See? Thereâs that orange box in the corner of the room.â Her light settled on a bright orange case inside the nearest room, a black biohazard symbol painted on its lid.
âThatâs a different box,â Mark said. âThe other one was open.â
Layna furrowed her brow. âWas it?â She looked to Thomas for confirmation, but he only shrugged. Keeping track was becoming a bit of a nightmare.
âAlright, maybe we should find a way to mark our paths,â Layna said. âLeave something behind at these junctions.â
Thomas felt at his pockets. After a moment, he found the pencil and notepad heâd had earlier.
âHow about this?â he said, showing it to the others. He scratched a large, bold arrow into one of the pages and tore it from the book. âWe can mark down which way we went.â
âPerfect,â Layna said. âLetâs go right. If we end up circling back around, weâll know we were wrong.â
Thomas knelt and placed the paper on the ground pointing to the right. He returned the pad and pencil to his pocket. As long as they didnât experience another shift, the paper arrows would work.
They found themselves walking in circles a few times before theyâd laid enough arrows to feel like they were finally progressing. Thomas had torn at least a dozen pages from the book before they reached consecutive junctions without markings. It was working, though. That was all that mattered.
As they worked their way forward, a faint sound became audible. At first Thomas dismissed it as one of the otherâs breathing, but as they moved forward, it became clear that wasnât the case. With the power out, he knew it wasnât anything the ship itself was doing. It was something in the labs.
It grew louder as they moved deeper through the corridors. It was rhythmic and soft, almost like a wheeze or a growl. They all exchanged a glance, understanding it was likely they were about to find another infected crew member.
They turned a corner and finally saw it. The man stood in the center of a nearby lab, facing the opposite direction. Bone stuck through the flesh of his right arm, no doubt broken during one of the gravity shifts. Blood streaked across the glass windows.
Their silence wasnât enough to keep from drawing the thingâs attention. When the light from all three flashlights fell on it, it turned. Blood ran down the manâs face, a large gash running across his forehead. He let out a long, piercing shriek, and then ran for the door or the lab.
It wasnât locked.
The trio turned to run, knowing they had to be close to the next elevator shaft. Thomas imagined how it might goâthey make it to the shaft, tear open the latch, and shove the infected man through. It wouldnât be the prettiest way to deal with it, but it would work.
They turned a corner, a loose notebook paper crunching beneath Thomasâs feet. With each stride, he felt a sharp stab in his side. He couldnât keep this up for long. As it was, just catching his breath was going to be immeasurably painful.
Then they found themselves approaching a dead end, having not paid enough attention to the arrows theyâd left along the ground. The infected barreled toward them, his broken arm swinging at his side. He growled and wheezed as he ran.
âFuck this,â Mark said, pulling his pistol from his belt.
Thomasâs eyes went wide. âNo, Mark, you canâtââ
The first shot rang out. Thomas clenched his eyes and raised his palms to the sides of his head. The sound alone felt like someone had clapped their hands against his ears. He no longer heard the manâs wheezing or uneven stepsâjust a loud, persistent ringing.
Another shot rang out, this one muffled by his already wounded hearing. He felt the force of it in his chest, though, and hoped Mark had at least hit his target. Thomas opened his eyes and looked forward, eyeing the man twitching on the ground.
He retrieved the flashlight heâd dropped when Mark first fired, then flicked his eyes between Mark and Layna. They appeared to be yelling at each other, but their voices were nothing but subtle tones hidden behind the screeching in Thomasâs head.
Then he saw something much more worrisome. He opened his mouth to speak. He could feel his vocal cords vibrate as he tried to make the words, but that screeching in his head was too much. The others must have been experiencing the same because neither turned to look at him. But he needed to get their attention.
So he shoved both of them on the shoulder. They turned and glared at him, confused and angry, waiting for some sort of explanation.
He simply pointed down the hall in the direction Mark had shot. To the glass room at the far end. And to the thin stream of green gas pouring through a neat little hole near the top.
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âProbably best not to touch anything while weâre here,â Layna said, waving a hand in front of her nose. âWe donât know what kind of nasty stuff has been spilled all over the place with these shifts.â
Thomas nodded, scanning the landing with his flashlight. On the wall opposite the elevator was a painting of Earthâs silhouette. The Asteriaâs insignia was painted within that, reversed as white. At the top were the words, âTaking Humanity to the Next Levelâ.
Below those words was one word: âLiesâ. Written in red, the substance had dried as it dripped down the rest of the wall. It made it look like the surface itself was bleeding. Thomas questioned if it was blood but wasnât sure he wanted to know for sure. It wouldnât have surprised him at this point.
âWhat do you suppose thatâs about?â He asked, his light lingering on the image.
Mark shrugged, turning his attention to the hall on the right. âThis mission was always full of shit,â he said. âProbably about that.â
âJust because things went sideways doesnât mean the mission was shit,â Layna said.
He turned to face her with a skeptical look on his face. âOh, come on. Donât tell me you believed their over-the-top slogans and propaganda.â
She shook her head. âNo, I donât mean that. I justââ she pressed her lips together, considering her words. âI think most of the people on board had good intentions. They really wanted to believe in this thing.â
âWell, it doesnât matter much now, does it,â Mark said, stepping down the hall.
âNo, I guess not,â Layna said, following behind.
Thomas lingered at the wall for a moment, feeling a strange sensation in his gut. It had never been about the mission for him, either. In truth, he never took the time to fully understand what the ship set out to do. He just knew how it would help the people he wanted to help. That was enough.
He wondered what became of them after he left.
âTommy boy, you coming or what?â Mark called back, shining his light in Thomasâs eyes.
Thomas nodded and moved to catch up with them.
The chem labs were set up similarly to the bio labs on the opposite side of the deck. Each room was made of glass, though it appeared a bit thicker on this side. Cabinets lined most rooms, each with various symbols. Many of them held plain warnings about the caustic chemicals held within. Most appeared to be fully intactâthey were properly secured for the event of turbulence.
One room they passed looked like it had been abandoned mid-experiment. Glass littered the tile floor, no doubt the remnants of beakers that once stood on the black table in the center. The floor itself was streaked with deep, slashing burnsâwhatever chemical had spilled during the shifts had tried to eat its way right through the floor. Beneath the tile was a layer of some dull gray, pitted substance. The chemicals didnât penetrate it.
A dense green fog filled another small room. Thomas stepped close and pressed his light against the glass, trying to see through. But the fog was too thick. Even at ground level, he couldnât see more than an inch of the floor. The toxic cloud moved slowly, almost swirling.
âAre these things airtight?â Layna asked, shining her light on the doorâs edge.
âWell itâs not leaking out anywhere that I can see,â Mark said. He scanned the ceiling where it met the glass wall. The cloud moved slowly against the corner but appeared contained.
âWhat about vents?â Layna asked. âThey had to be able to breathe working in there.â
âIâm sure there are safeguards,â Mark said. âThings like this usually have their own ventilation systems, and beyond that, if something like this happens there are sensors to detect and seal it off.â
Thomas nodded. âYeah, but Iâm not sure I trust the safeguards on this ship,â he said, taking a step back. âBest not to push out luck and linger around this thing, I think.â
They turned and continued working their way through the lab, finding the path harder to follow than expected. Unlike the bio labs, the chem labs were not laid out in a perfect grid. Some rooms were much larger than others, some were oddly shaped. The result was a mix of long and short corridors, some curving, some ending abruptly. If they had the shipâs lights, theyâd probably be able to see through enough rooms to keep their bearings. But with the dim light of their flashlights, the space was a maze.
âThatâs the way we came,â Mark said, stopping as Layna tried to turn left at a junction.
She shook her head. âNo, we came from that way. See? Thereâs that orange box in the corner of the room.â Her light settled on a bright orange case inside the nearest room, a black biohazard symbol painted on its lid.
âThatâs a different box,â Mark said. âThe other one was open.â
Layna furrowed her brow. âWas it?â She looked to Thomas for confirmation, but he only shrugged. Keeping track was becoming a bit of a nightmare.
âAlright, maybe we should find a way to mark our paths,â Layna said. âLeave something behind at these junctions.â
Thomas felt at his pockets. After a moment, he found the pencil and notepad heâd had earlier.
âHow about this?â he said, showing it to the others. He scratched a large, bold arrow into one of the pages and tore it from the book. âWe can mark down which way we went.â
âPerfect,â Layna said. âLetâs go right. If we end up circling back around, weâll know we were wrong.â
Thomas knelt and placed the paper on the ground pointing to the right. He returned the pad and pencil to his pocket. As long as they didnât experience another shift, the paper arrows would work.
They found themselves walking in circles a few times before theyâd laid enough arrows to feel like they were finally progressing. Thomas had torn at least a dozen pages from the book before they reached consecutive junctions without markings. It was working, though. That was all that mattered.
As they worked their way forward, a faint sound became audible. At first Thomas dismissed it as one of the otherâs breathing, but as they moved forward, it became clear that wasnât the case. With the power out, he knew it wasnât anything the ship itself was doing. It was something in the labs.
It grew louder as they moved deeper through the corridors. It was rhythmic and soft, almost like a wheeze or a growl. They all exchanged a glance, understanding it was likely they were about to find another infected crew member.
They turned a corner and finally saw it. The man stood in the center of a nearby lab, facing the opposite direction. Bone stuck through the flesh of his right arm, no doubt broken during one of the gravity shifts. Blood streaked across the glass windows.
Their silence wasnât enough to keep from drawing the thingâs attention. When the light from all three flashlights fell on it, it turned. Blood ran down the manâs face, a large gash running across his forehead. He let out a long, piercing shriek, and then ran for the door or the lab.
It wasnât locked.
The trio turned to run, knowing they had to be close to the next elevator shaft. Thomas imagined how it might goâthey make it to the shaft, tear open the latch, and shove the infected man through. It wouldnât be the prettiest way to deal with it, but it would work.
They turned a corner, a loose notebook paper crunching beneath Thomasâs feet. With each stride, he felt a sharp stab in his side. He couldnât keep this up for long. As it was, just catching his breath was going to be immeasurably painful.
Then they found themselves approaching a dead end, having not paid enough attention to the arrows theyâd left along the ground. The infected barreled toward them, his broken arm swinging at his side. He growled and wheezed as he ran.
âFuck this,â Mark said, pulling his pistol from his belt.
Thomasâs eyes went wide. âNo, Mark, you canâtââ
The first shot rang out. Thomas clenched his eyes and raised his palms to the sides of his head. The sound alone felt like someone had clapped their hands against his ears. He no longer heard the manâs wheezing or uneven stepsâjust a loud, persistent ringing.
Another shot rang out, this one muffled by his already wounded hearing. He felt the force of it in his chest, though, and hoped Mark had at least hit his target. Thomas opened his eyes and looked forward, eyeing the man twitching on the ground.
He retrieved the flashlight heâd dropped when Mark first fired, then flicked his eyes between Mark and Layna. They appeared to be yelling at each other, but their voices were nothing but subtle tones hidden behind the screeching in Thomasâs head.
Then he saw something much more worrisome. He opened his mouth to speak. He could feel his vocal cords vibrate as he tried to make the words, but that screeching in his head was too much. The others must have been experiencing the same because neither turned to look at him. But he needed to get their attention.
So he shoved both of them on the shoulder. They turned and glared at him, confused and angry, waiting for some sort of explanation.
He simply pointed down the hall in the direction Mark had shot. To the glass room at the far end. And to the thin stream of green gas pouring through a neat little hole near the top.
2023.06.05 05:49 RareSun_ What Era of Nintendo were you born in?
If you feel uncomfortable sharing your birth year, That's fine, you don't have to.
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2023.06.05 05:48 sea-lass-1072 In Defense of Gale Hawthorne
Calling all Gale Defenders!
I know right away this is not going to be a popular post - and thatâs fine! But as someone who appreciates the character of Gale Hawthorne, the amount of hate that is thrown his way is deeply upsetting. (And yes, this is ultimately in response to a recent Gale-hate post lol)
I am hoping to start a conversation about his merits and positive qualities that make his character more well-rounded than many people seem to perceive. I have no idea how long this post will be so apologize in advance.
PS - if you have only watched the movies, I already don't care about your Gale take. sorry not sorry!
Did Gale know that innocent people would die at the hands of his bombs? Yes, of course, but they were literally fighting a war. He didnât know they would be used against medics and children, and was clearly upset when Katniss asked if the bomb were his. After the war, Gale arguably left for District 2 because he knew Katniss wouldnât want to see him and understood she needed space to heal and grieve - even though Katniss herself acknowledges that Gale is not at fault for Primâs death.
Anyone still using the âGale killed Primâ defense is just creating their own narrative because they donât like him, and I stand firm on this.
Itâs made clear in the narrative that Coin killed Prim, and would have found another way to kill Prim if it wasnât for the bombs anyway. She needed Katniss in the palm of her hand, and convincing Katniss that it was the Capitol that killed Prim was Coinâs goal - so she could keep Katniss in check and on her side.
The truth of it is that Gale and Peeta have had vastly different life experiences. Gale is a man of color, living in the Seam, whose father has died, who has had to help raise his three younger siblings alongside his mother, who has been risking his life to hunt in the woods to provide for them, who had to watch helplessly as the closest person in his life fought in the Games, and had to watch first hand as his home was completely obliterated.
Peeta is a white man who lived in town and was abused by his mother growing up and suffered deep trauma from the Hunger Games.
Their lives are different. They have different motivations. Peeta is not trying to keep his entire family alive, and does not have to risk his life in the woods or the mines. Gale wasnât reaped and didnât have to experience the brutality of the Games.
By pitting them against each other, you are the one feeding into the love triangle narrative.
Secondly, Katniss is the narrator. Again - Katniss is the narrator. Basically everything we see with Katniss and Gale is coming from Katniss. She uses Gale as a distraction (see: Mockingjay) and Gale acknowledges time and time again that Katniss only is interested in him when heâs hurting.
Gale kept her family alive while she was in the Games, and they have been some of the most important peoples in one anotherâs lives since they were 12 and 14. There is a lot of trust between the two of them as they have a deep interwoven history. That doesnât mean he is constantly trying to romance her or pull her away from Peeta - he doesnât like that Katniss is putting on a show for the Capitol with Peeta, but to some extent he does understand it.
Thirdly, see point four.
To say he has âno regard for human lifeâ isnât entirely true - heâs fighting against the Capitol, who routinely sent children to their death and displayed it on television - and then firebombed his district so hundreds (if not thousands?) of people died. He knows the enemy, and understand that there is no rule book here.
His main motivations are not âbeing with Katnissâ - he loves Katniss, and makes that very clear, and yes he Does want to be with her. But his main motivation is taking down the Capitol. Katniss even wants to run away with him at one point and he says no, Iâm staying here. He chooses the fight over Katniss, and while he does prioritize her, I would argue she is not his main priority.
Anyway, onto some other thingsâŠ
He never asks to define their relationship - he understands Katniss has to present as a couple to the Capitol with Peeta, even if he doesn't like it and makes that known. He doesnât accept the gloves that she gives him - and he makes a comment about them being her fiancĂ©âs, but ultimately rejects them because theyâre from the Capitol (not because theyâre associated with Peeta - theyâre Cinnaâs anyway). He kisses her once before her Victory Tour, and tells her he loves her after she says she wants to run away with him.
Other than that, Katniss kisses Gale after his whipping and many times in Mockingjay - For Her Own Benefit and Distraction. Please find me a quote in which Gale is pressuring Katniss into a relationship or a kiss or something she doesnât want to do with him and Iâll step down, but this argument is frankly bullshit to me.
Itâs propaganda. You have fallen for the propaganda (just as Gale did). The Capitol has done everything to keep the Districts and the Capitol apart from one another, and Gale has fed into this belief on the District side of things just like the people in the Capitol feed into it on their side of things. He was raised this way - on top of the brutality of surviving in the Seam.
So to wrap this post - itâs fine that you donât like him. Genuinely. But you canât say that he killed Prim, because he didnât. And if you want to argue that heâs selfish, you have to give some reasons other than his feelings for Katniss. And if you donât like this paragraph, then you should reread the books and consider Galeâs point of view for maybe the first time in your read-through.
Ultimately, I don't expect to have changed anyone's mind here lol, but as someone who genuinely loves Gale and understands where he's coming from with a lot of his decisions - to see the hate is super disheartening.
Lastly - not that it really matters, but this reddit page makes me think I should say it anyway - I adore Peeta, and am glad that he's the one Katniss ultimately ended up with. I agree that Gale and Katniss wouldn't work on a romantic level long term. That doesn't make me hate him though, lol. y'all are wacky.
I know there are other Gale fans out there like me - so this one's for us! What are some of your favorite moments from Gale? Favorite traits? What has kept you from hating his character?
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I know right away this is not going to be a popular post - and thatâs fine! But as someone who appreciates the character of Gale Hawthorne, the amount of hate that is thrown his way is deeply upsetting. (And yes, this is ultimately in response to a recent Gale-hate post lol)
I am hoping to start a conversation about his merits and positive qualities that make his character more well-rounded than many people seem to perceive. I have no idea how long this post will be so apologize in advance.
PS - if you have only watched the movies, I already don't care about your Gale take. sorry not sorry!
- Gale did not kill Prim.
Did Gale know that innocent people would die at the hands of his bombs? Yes, of course, but they were literally fighting a war. He didnât know they would be used against medics and children, and was clearly upset when Katniss asked if the bomb were his. After the war, Gale arguably left for District 2 because he knew Katniss wouldnât want to see him and understood she needed space to heal and grieve - even though Katniss herself acknowledges that Gale is not at fault for Primâs death.
Anyone still using the âGale killed Primâ defense is just creating their own narrative because they donât like him, and I stand firm on this.
Itâs made clear in the narrative that Coin killed Prim, and would have found another way to kill Prim if it wasnât for the bombs anyway. She needed Katniss in the palm of her hand, and convincing Katniss that it was the Capitol that killed Prim was Coinâs goal - so she could keep Katniss in check and on her side.
- You donât need to pit Gale and Peeta against each other.
The truth of it is that Gale and Peeta have had vastly different life experiences. Gale is a man of color, living in the Seam, whose father has died, who has had to help raise his three younger siblings alongside his mother, who has been risking his life to hunt in the woods to provide for them, who had to watch helplessly as the closest person in his life fought in the Games, and had to watch first hand as his home was completely obliterated.
Peeta is a white man who lived in town and was abused by his mother growing up and suffered deep trauma from the Hunger Games.
Their lives are different. They have different motivations. Peeta is not trying to keep his entire family alive, and does not have to risk his life in the woods or the mines. Gale wasnât reaped and didnât have to experience the brutality of the Games.
By pitting them against each other, you are the one feeding into the love triangle narrative.
- Galeâs main motivation is NOT âending up with Katnissâ.
Secondly, Katniss is the narrator. Again - Katniss is the narrator. Basically everything we see with Katniss and Gale is coming from Katniss. She uses Gale as a distraction (see: Mockingjay) and Gale acknowledges time and time again that Katniss only is interested in him when heâs hurting.
Gale kept her family alive while she was in the Games, and they have been some of the most important peoples in one anotherâs lives since they were 12 and 14. There is a lot of trust between the two of them as they have a deep interwoven history. That doesnât mean he is constantly trying to romance her or pull her away from Peeta - he doesnât like that Katniss is putting on a show for the Capitol with Peeta, but to some extent he does understand it.
Thirdly, see point four.
- Gale has suffered the brutality of the Capitol just like everyone else.
To say he has âno regard for human lifeâ isnât entirely true - heâs fighting against the Capitol, who routinely sent children to their death and displayed it on television - and then firebombed his district so hundreds (if not thousands?) of people died. He knows the enemy, and understand that there is no rule book here.
His main motivations are not âbeing with Katnissâ - he loves Katniss, and makes that very clear, and yes he Does want to be with her. But his main motivation is taking down the Capitol. Katniss even wants to run away with him at one point and he says no, Iâm staying here. He chooses the fight over Katniss, and while he does prioritize her, I would argue she is not his main priority.
Anyway, onto some other thingsâŠ
- Gale is a caretaker.
- Gale helped save people from District 12.
- Gale is not selfish.
- Gale never pressures Katniss.
He never asks to define their relationship - he understands Katniss has to present as a couple to the Capitol with Peeta, even if he doesn't like it and makes that known. He doesnât accept the gloves that she gives him - and he makes a comment about them being her fiancĂ©âs, but ultimately rejects them because theyâre from the Capitol (not because theyâre associated with Peeta - theyâre Cinnaâs anyway). He kisses her once before her Victory Tour, and tells her he loves her after she says she wants to run away with him.
Other than that, Katniss kisses Gale after his whipping and many times in Mockingjay - For Her Own Benefit and Distraction. Please find me a quote in which Gale is pressuring Katniss into a relationship or a kiss or something she doesnât want to do with him and Iâll step down, but this argument is frankly bullshit to me.
- Galeâs mindset - his anger and rage and the choices he makes that stem from those feelings - is both a narrative device, and true to how many people in the Districts would feel about the Capitol.
Itâs propaganda. You have fallen for the propaganda (just as Gale did). The Capitol has done everything to keep the Districts and the Capitol apart from one another, and Gale has fed into this belief on the District side of things just like the people in the Capitol feed into it on their side of things. He was raised this way - on top of the brutality of surviving in the Seam.
So to wrap this post - itâs fine that you donât like him. Genuinely. But you canât say that he killed Prim, because he didnât. And if you want to argue that heâs selfish, you have to give some reasons other than his feelings for Katniss. And if you donât like this paragraph, then you should reread the books and consider Galeâs point of view for maybe the first time in your read-through.
Ultimately, I don't expect to have changed anyone's mind here lol, but as someone who genuinely loves Gale and understands where he's coming from with a lot of his decisions - to see the hate is super disheartening.
Lastly - not that it really matters, but this reddit page makes me think I should say it anyway - I adore Peeta, and am glad that he's the one Katniss ultimately ended up with. I agree that Gale and Katniss wouldn't work on a romantic level long term. That doesn't make me hate him though, lol. y'all are wacky.
I know there are other Gale fans out there like me - so this one's for us! What are some of your favorite moments from Gale? Favorite traits? What has kept you from hating his character?
2023.06.05 05:48 Rival_Tribal Lawson Ticket Pickup Deadline Concerns
Hello everyone! I have some questions regarding potential sumo ticket pickup deadlines for tickets purchased through Lawsonâs website:
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- Is there a deadline to pickup/print your Sumo ticket at a Lawson store once purchased online?
- If so, how many days from purchasing online do you have to pickup/print the ticket?
- Will a ticket âexpireâ if not printed within a certain period of time after purchase?
- Is there an advantage to paying in store at the counter vs online with credit card?
2023.06.05 05:48 MikeWhite288983 How do people avoid each other when they both live in the same city and enjoy the same interests, events, etc?
Hello, I'm in a scary situation. I will try to keep the details as short as possible. I've consulted a lawyer to stay on stand by and a psychologist on this problem as it develops. To make a long story short, I've never known this person except online. My gf made me block her, she became extremely offended, I readded her on a different account, gf became curious again, made me block her on that account. After this, the friendship ended, but her hatred of me did not. She would continue on a rampage of voicemails and messages telling me how I hurt her. Her whole family hates me for what I did to her since it traumatized her how she felt used. I am at complete fault for how I hurt her, but there's no going back.
Well, after a couple of years I did some stalking. Turns out she and her two sisters are moving to my city after she's marrying a guy here. I quickly became scared, so I sent her a message, hopefully to try and make amends for all the hurt. She in return wrote me a nasty horrible message and blocked me like I did her. All of her sisters did as well, her parents and her sister's fiance. Now I'm left really scared. That's like 9 people.
I can't go around, in my own city/state, walking on eggshells. She enjoys the same things I do, will go to the same events. We can avoid each other in the same areas, sure, but how do I know I won't be confronted or embarrassed in public I am terrified of confrontation. What if she calls me a stalker for going to the same events? I have no idea what she will do since I have never met her in real life.
Any advice would help me out so much and my mental health. Thank you all so much
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Well, after a couple of years I did some stalking. Turns out she and her two sisters are moving to my city after she's marrying a guy here. I quickly became scared, so I sent her a message, hopefully to try and make amends for all the hurt. She in return wrote me a nasty horrible message and blocked me like I did her. All of her sisters did as well, her parents and her sister's fiance. Now I'm left really scared. That's like 9 people.
I can't go around, in my own city/state, walking on eggshells. She enjoys the same things I do, will go to the same events. We can avoid each other in the same areas, sure, but how do I know I won't be confronted or embarrassed in public I am terrified of confrontation. What if she calls me a stalker for going to the same events? I have no idea what she will do since I have never met her in real life.
Any advice would help me out so much and my mental health. Thank you all so much
2023.06.05 05:48 ThrowRA2495202 I(M18) think my gf(F18) is hiding something from me
TLDR: girlfriend lied to me and I confronted her. She gave me a half assed answer which didnât line up. Idk if sheâs hiding something or didnât want me to freak out over a new guy âfriendâ.
So for context weâve been dating for about a year and have gotten pretty comfortable with each other. We always talk about things going on but I noticed my gf lied to me yesterday.
So yesterday I was working from 11-7 and I was supposed to stop by after work before going home. She told me later on to stop by around 8 because she would be trying to do homework before that. I didnât see an issue and ended up working till like 7:30(because they asked). I then stopped by for a little while and them went home as if everything was good.
I know she has me restricted on her insta stories but she acts like its a bug. Today one of my buddies sent me a screenshot of her story and it was another dude laying on her bed(clothed) w sushi and the caption (thank you @ đ«¶). It was dated for about an hour before I was allowed to show up the day before. She had told me that she hadnât eaten besides breakfast and so she made us food when i got there. She also said she did nothing and was home alone all day.
I just called her up after her shift and waited until a break in the convo to ask. I basically said âdid you have anyone over yesterday?â And she said no. I said it was weird because my friend saw someone around our age leaving your house. Long story short she gave me the answer of it being her friends, guy friend, and that he was just there to pick up her vape body from my girlfriend.
She then got a lil nervous in the way she was speaking. I tried moving on in the convo and she brought us back to that. She also joked âyes I am cheating on youâ with a âjust kiddingâ shortly following.
Iâm not sure what to feel. I want to be angry that she was lying to me as she has explained she would do that. I donât want to cause any arguments but I feel unconcluded. On her end maybe she didnât want me overthinking that a guy âfriendâ was having food with her. But I would have felt better if she had told me.
Iâm going to chill for now because I have trust in her about our relationship. Any thoughts are appreciated.
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So for context weâve been dating for about a year and have gotten pretty comfortable with each other. We always talk about things going on but I noticed my gf lied to me yesterday.
So yesterday I was working from 11-7 and I was supposed to stop by after work before going home. She told me later on to stop by around 8 because she would be trying to do homework before that. I didnât see an issue and ended up working till like 7:30(because they asked). I then stopped by for a little while and them went home as if everything was good.
I know she has me restricted on her insta stories but she acts like its a bug. Today one of my buddies sent me a screenshot of her story and it was another dude laying on her bed(clothed) w sushi and the caption (thank you @ đ«¶). It was dated for about an hour before I was allowed to show up the day before. She had told me that she hadnât eaten besides breakfast and so she made us food when i got there. She also said she did nothing and was home alone all day.
I just called her up after her shift and waited until a break in the convo to ask. I basically said âdid you have anyone over yesterday?â And she said no. I said it was weird because my friend saw someone around our age leaving your house. Long story short she gave me the answer of it being her friends, guy friend, and that he was just there to pick up her vape body from my girlfriend.
She then got a lil nervous in the way she was speaking. I tried moving on in the convo and she brought us back to that. She also joked âyes I am cheating on youâ with a âjust kiddingâ shortly following.
Iâm not sure what to feel. I want to be angry that she was lying to me as she has explained she would do that. I donât want to cause any arguments but I feel unconcluded. On her end maybe she didnât want me overthinking that a guy âfriendâ was having food with her. But I would have felt better if she had told me.
Iâm going to chill for now because I have trust in her about our relationship. Any thoughts are appreciated.
2023.06.05 05:47 blazeeeee353236 My ex boyfriend has been texting me and I just found out he has a new girlfriend
My ex boyfriend has a new girlfriend and heâs been texting me, trying to get me to meet up with him behind her back. I would love to let her know and lowkey kinda ruin their relationship? For context; throughout my relationship with him he was a huge asshole to me. Especially ruined relationships that I had. We were still talking to each other when he started dating her and i didnât know. I have at least 50 screenshots of him texting me while being with her and so much shit itâs ridiculous. If anyone can try to help me get back at him thatâd be great lol.
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2023.06.05 05:47 EzekialX Vulturebeard: Bad Roomies Part 3
Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/ReddXReads/comments/13lfqkw/vulturebeard_the_legbeard_that_ruined_roomies_fo Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/ReddXReads/comments/13u79ht/vulturebeard_bad_roomies_part_2/
Hi again, itâs the bunny. Iâve just barely stepped into Reddxâs discord, but Ezekial is still posting this saga for me so thank you, Z.
Trigger warning: This will deal with a lot of aspects relating to child neglect (and possible abuse) and Kid being ignored or taking the brunt of Vultureâs anger. Sorry for the spoiler as well, but I think we saw this coming, too (especially if youâve seen Z talk in the discord). Donât push yourself to read if youâre not okay with these concepts.
The Cast List
Bunny (author): 33, female. Recovering lifelong doormat slowly building a spine. Neuro spicy gym rat with major depressive disorder, general anxiety disorder, and most recently diagnosed with ADHD. Unfortunately, very familiar with surviving trauma.
Z (poster): My partner. 31, nonbinary (they/them), also neuro spicy with depression, anxiety, OCD, BPD, autism, and also familiar with lifelong trauma.
One Liner Beard (OLB): 33, male, neuro spicy with ADHD and depression. His nickname here comes from the fact that in messenger, he usually has one-word replies like âoofâ or âmmmâ as an acknowledgement he had seen the message but has nothing further to contribute.
VultureBeard (Vulture): 30, female, neuro spicy and disabled with multiple conditions. She has Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, POTs (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome), autism, depression, anxiety, chronic migraines, but also possibly a list of things that may or may not be real. The star of this unfortunate circus. Her name comes from how she always pops up when Iâm cooking food, complaining about how hungry is and how sheâs unable to cook.
Kid: 3. Female. OLB and Vultureâs child. Likely neuro spicy like we all are, but sheâs also only 3 years old. Slightly speech delayed and not potty trained yet.
Take a deep breath. Now take another one. This chapter will likely make you mad.
Chapter Three: âDo You Want Bologna?â Or, Vulture as a Parent
Imagine this: itâs eight in the morning and youâre cozy in bed. The blankets are warm, and you hit snooze on your early alarm so you can sleep in before you have to get up.
Your peace is shattered by a toddler crying, followed by the screech of, âWHAT!â or âGET DOWN FROM THERE!â
Yeah, welcome to The Life.
Vulture has a messed-up sleep schedule. Itâs partially because Kid doesnât sleep soundly through the night, but itâs also because Vultureâs sleep schedule is essentially flipped backwards to where she stays up all night and wants to sleep during the day. Vulture says itâs âinsomniaâ but sometimes sheâs up late gaming with Discord friends or watching anime. I couldnât tell you which issue it was day by day. Sometimes if I go to sleep late, I hear Kid crying from her room because she had night terrors or had potty troubles. Sometimes I hear OLB and Vulture awake shuffling between rooms in the hallway.
Because of this, Vulture and mornings donât mesh well. Kid is usually put in her room for bedtime around 7 PM, usually with her tablet to keep her company and either give her something to watch, or to play white noises for sleeping. Kid does not have a real sleep routine as well. Sheâs just kind of shut in her room. Sometimes thereâs a bit of a routine like winding her down with chocolate milk and giving her a countdown of âokay, ten more minutes and then bedtime,â but for the most part she just does not want to go to bed. Bedtimes are met with a lot of crying, and the beardy parents telling us that she will be upset for a bit.
Kid has an attempted daily schedule, if Vulture is awake enough. Theoretically:
Sometimes because Kid wonât go to sleep, sheâll still be up at 9 PM and that breaks her schedule too. A lot of times, it works out that OLB is the âfunâ parent while heâs home, because heâs up at 4 AM to leave for work by 6 and doesnât come home until between 4 or 5 PM. Then she spends time with him while heâs home.
Thereâs also a child lock on the inside of Kidâs bedroom door, those doorknob covers that you have to push and turn, so she canât open the door and wander around unsupervised. I was originally the one who suggested the child lock, back when she was younger, and they didnât have the secondary child gate they currently do now thatâs stored in the garage. Since then, with her potty training and Vultureâs likewise awful sleep schedule, Iâve suggested more than once that they take the door handle blocker off and put up the second kiddy gate they have to block the living room and kitchen off, so she can get up if she needs to, but the child lock still remains. At most, she would have access to their room, since it doesnât have a kiddy lock on it. Me and Zâs bedroom has a child lock on it, as well as the bathroom door. She could freely wander between her room and her parentsâ room that way.
I hear Kid playing in her room by herself a lot, squealing and having fun and playing pretend. Or moving her furniture around. And no, the furniture is not secured to the wall, so she can move her bed around the room. Iâve also told OLB and Vulture they needed to make sure she canât topple it and chain it to the wall but, yeah, that hasnât been dealt with.
When Kid really needs attention, she will cry and wail. And I mean wail. The two beardy parents donât have baby monitors or anything that can hear into her bedroom, so she has to wail loudly enough to be heard through the walls. Luckily, the house has thin walls. Because of her early bedtime, sheâs often awake early in the morning. Sometimes Vulture will respond, sometimes Vulture wonât wake up until around noon.
Yes, that means Kid is by herself a lot.
Kid is a bubbly three-year-old. She loves it when Z and I give her attention, which admittingly isnât as often as I would like to give her. With my own Depressionâą, I spend so much time fighting to just gather enough mental energy to be a productive human. Despite me wandering in a mental fog, Kid remains a bright spot in my day. I met her when she was a fresh baby bean just barely out of the hospital, and I immediately fell in love. Since then, Iâve seen her grow almost her whole life, except for when they were all in north Texas. She has blue eyes and brown hair that will curl on its own. She loves dinosaurs, Baby Shark, Octonauts, and occasionally whatever anime the parents are watching. Donât ask me how many times Iâve heard the Baby Shark song. I donât want it stuck in my head for another solid week.
She used to watch a lot of Ms. Rachelâs Songs For Little videos, because originally Vulture wanted Kid to learn sign language to help communicate. Iâve rarely seen Vulture attempt to upkeep the sign language lessons. She did at one point. I think after Kid started becoming more vocal, the idea was dropped. I have heard some of the familiar videos so often that even I learned the kidâs songs, but I guess thatâs also part of the collateral when dealing with kidâs media.
Kid usually exists in a half-dressed state, usually just wearing a pull up and thatâs it. Unfortunately, because Vulture is so hard on her tangles when she tries to brush her hair, Kid doesnât like hair care and will fight being brushed. Her hair used to exist in a perpetual state of being matted with at least one major knot, until Vultureâs mom ended up giving her a bath and getting her to stay still enough to endure the brushing, even with the wailing of a protesting Kid going strong. Her hair was then cut to make it more manageable, and strangely, that fixed a lot of the matting problems.
Kid is let out of her room when Vulture wakes up, usually needing a diaper change. At three years old, Kid is not potty trained yet. Just from what Iâve heard from my bedroom, it sounds like OLB and Vulture are finally starting to step up on potty training, but itâs been an uphill fight. I know a few of my other parent friends have had an extremely hard time potty training their kid. Iâm not a parent, so I donât actually know how challenging it can be. I do know though that it shouldnât sound like the toilet is some kind of punishment for peeing in her cloth panties that theyâre trying to switch her to. Or, that they try to get her to sit on the toilet when she has no interest in it and she ends up throwing a tantrum. Unfortunately, without much context, thatâs how some bathroom trips sound.
Kid wears pull-ups to bed and the cloth underwear during the day, or sometimes just pull-ups. Theyâre trying to teach her how to recognize when her body has the potty urge, which she still doesnât quite get right now. She has literally peed on the tile floor through her cloth undies. Vulture messaged the house chat once saying, âKid just lifted her leg while in the rolling chair and peed all over the floor.â
You know. Like a dog.
With the potty-training trouble and Kid only sometimes in pull-ups that can contain her mess, Z and I donât let her into our room as often as weâd like to, because she doesnât recognize when she has to go. It sucks, because Kid adores spending time with us and our room has cool animals, like my retired psychiatric service dog and our three ferrets. She loves the ferrets. But if we spend time out in the living room with everyone, Zâs patience tends to have a shorter fuse because they canât stand Vulture (thatâs also another tale I have). Weâre also stuck out in the general mess of the living room if we are out there with her. Itâs either the general mess that toddlers make, spilled food, and general filth. The best times weâve had spending time with Kid is just chilling in our room as she oohâs and ahhâs over the ferrets or watches TV with us. Z and I quote SpongeBob line by line daily, and she has watched some of the show with us.
I feel awful about shutting Kid out so much, when I see the way Vulture interacts with her. On Vultureâs bad days (if you read the previous post, thatâs almost every day), she acts like Kid is a chore. She will snap at Kid, act like Kid is choosing to act out of maliciousness and make âtired momâ jokes that sound like she just flat out doesnât like Kid. When I had liquor in the fridge, Vulture would ask if she could take a shot because, âI need it. Sheâs trying me today.â
Some choice quotes talking down about the kid:
âIâm being hard on her because sheâs not using her words. Like I know she can. She just doesnât want to.â This was what Vulture said to me after Kid kept trying to get her attention and wouldnât explain what she wanted. Kid was just making noises at her and getting frustrated. Vulture full on shouted, âWHAT!â at her, then turned to me to try and explain why she shouted.
âThis is the bad part about being a mom. Sheâs not letting me do anything right now.â This was said after Vulture cleaned her desk and was attempting to watch YouTube videos and play her Switch.
On her good days, Vulture will be that kind of smiling parent that does some art activities and engages with Kid in a way thatâs more than just screaming. They color together. She offers Kid choices so Kid can have some control over what happens in her day, like, âDo you want bologna or fruit?â It has helped Kid become more vocal and even though sheâs still speech delayed, she talks more and has a bigger vocabulary.
The house has a different atmosphere when OLB is home, compared to when Vulture is just watching Kid by herself. Iâve told OLB that I think Vulture is burned out. Her entire life is her disabilities and being a mom. She only has friends on Discord really, and OLB had to push her to start talking to them again just so she had someone to socialize with.
Old Doormat me pitied her at the beginning of our friendship. I tried being her friend. I tried to include her and Kid in a lot of things. My own mental health, my daily obligations, my gym schedule, and just me changing rapidly since 2020 altered my life, exhausted me, and left me unable to deal with Vulture talking a million miles a minute, info dumping about whatever sheâs currently doing every single time I run into her. And as I shed my doormat self, I started seeing her clearly.
I told OLB once that if Vulture is truly burned out or if her health problems are causing that much trouble, Kid might need daycare or another caregiver to help. OLB is aware but canât afford other care. Heâs working for bottom of the barrel pay at a full-time job. Most days after work, he just wants to zone out to his own games in front of his computer but has to step in and parent both Vulture and Kid, because Vulture often needs help organizing through executive dysfunction to do something. Or, because she will call for his help.
There was one time where Kid climbed on top of her, and Vulture called for OLB â who was in the same room â to pull Kid off her. There are quite a few times where Vulture calls for OLB for help with Kid, and Iâve heard him say that heâs also busy too. One time he asked, âWhy are you asking for my help when youâre closer?â
Z has offered to look after Kid at times because they donât mind Kid being in our room or just hanging out. She has hung out with us when I also have the mental energy and the room is clean enough to accommodate a toddler crawling on everything. The problem that we both see is that our stepping in isnât a full solution. She can spend a few hours with us, but ultimately after, she goes right back to Vulture and OLB. Vulture is the one who acts like being a parent is a chore.
There are times that OLB has snapped at Vulture for the way she gets on to Kid, emphasizing, âSheâs just a child.â Their parenting styles are like looking at two entirely different planets and trying to find similarities. OLB is very much into the gentle parenting side of Tik Tok. He talks about breaking generational trauma. Heâs usually gentle with Kid, explaining why sheâs not allowed to do things like stand on top of her highchair or why Iâm too busy to play with her as Iâm zooming around the house in and out repeatedly some days. He has talked her down from meltdowns and keeps his voice even to where she canât bounce off him to amplify her tantrums. He spanks her, but as a last resort, and then also talks to her about why the punishment happened. She will wail through everything and likely isnât fully listening, but ultimately, I see him trying to work with her. He very rarely loses his actual temper with her.
Vulture is the total opposite. She yells at Kid, spanks with no hesitation and doesnât explain why. One of Kidâs favorite games to play is âBlock the doorâ when Iâm trying to get through the house. She will block my bedroom door, cling to me, then circle around me as Vulture or OLB tries to distract her or lure her away by asking âdo you want chocolateâ or some other treat. Sometimes Kid just likes to play ring-around-the-rosie around my legs, as her parents try to grab her. I try to make it fun and seem like Iâm not mad at her, because Iâm never actually mad at her for blocking my way. Usually, Iâm just in the middle of some arbitrary task or running an errand or coming back from the gym with my one remaining brain cell barely hanging on for dear life. I try to engage with her and play it off as a game because sheâs not actually doing anything wrong.
Vulture has lured her away with chocolate and treats, with offers of food, with trying to get her to pick a show to watch. If that fails, she will come and fetch Kid by hand. One time involved yanking her physically off me and spanking her on the bare bottom because Kid was happy playing a game instead of listening.
The bare bottom is a thing, too. Because Kid used to live in soiled diapers for much longer than she was supposed to, she had constant diaper rash that she had to see the doctor for sometimes. She also didnât want OLB or Vulture to change her diapers and would scream when it was diaper change time. I donât blame her. The diaper rash hurt, and Vulture wasnât exactly gentle with changing. Kid bled sometimes with the changings. So now, sometimes Kid will be dressed like Donald Duck in only a top to air out her bottom. Or because now, with the cloth undies, she will pee straight through them, and they just let her air out after.
Kid always smells a bit like pee. So does her room. And her bedding. After I pointed out that her bedding straight out of the dryer smelled like urine, OLB went about cleaning the washing machine with a machine cleaner, and bought scent beads to help cut the smell, after I told him that a little vinegar in the wash load will cut the smells down. Now her bedding doesnât smell so much like urine, but itâs still there.
Her bedroom frequently smells like a public bathroom. It always looks like her bedroom has been turned upside down, with toys everywhere, her bed pushed to the middle of the room, the mattress on the floor. Books she was given were shredded, even the cardboard ones. There was straight up garbage left in her room because she was given food to eat there that had wrappers. It usually takes Vulture a full day of cleaning to get the room organized when she had the energy to do it, but she usually sanitizes with just a baby wipe, if she does at all. Maybe a pet cleaner sometimes.
There was one time where I was letting the dogs outside and I stepped in a puddle on the tile floor. That was when I realized that it was a pee puddle and Kidâs cloth underwear was dripping. I asked Vulture to clean the puddle up. When she asked to use my steam mop, she didnât clean the cloth pad after, so when I turned the mop on next, it smelled like hot, steamed urine. I had to clean the mop pad off myself and rinse the pee out of it. When Kid again peed in front of the TV in her cloth undies, I told OLB that if theyâre going to use my steam mop to make sure that the mop pad is rinsed off or it will smell like pee the next time itâs used, but he said he was just going to use his mop and bucket. Thankfully.
Because of the diet that OLB and Vulture has, Kid also eats like them. She gets a lot of macaroni, a lot of random odds and ends like pieces of bread, baggies of cheerios, sometimes fruit and vegetables. Lots of chicken nuggets and frozen instant food. Occasionally, Kid will have an interest in vegetables she sees us cook with or that sheâs never had. Like once she insisted that she wanted to eat canned peas, until she tasted them. She chewed on a lettuce leaf and put it down, then asked for another one because she wanted to eat something, and it looked tasty to her.
The two halves of the household make separate foods now and keep out of each otherâs food, but sometimes Vulture will give Kid some of the food I cooked because Kid saw my spaghetti noodles in a bowl and insisted on having them by way of tantrum. Instead of asking me if itâs okay (which obviously, Iâd say yes, Kid can have some), Vulture just gave her my food and then told me after. Maybe Iâm just projecting my own frustration, but it feels like Vulture uses Kid as a shield sometimes, to get food. Unless I have a specific purpose for food like what I put in my meal prep containers, I wouldnât say no to Kid.
Kidâs diet makes me worried for her as she grows up. OLB is big and tall, over 6 feet tall and over 300lbs. They arenât an active family at all. Kid drinks soda when they get fast food. She eats as much processed food as Vulture. Right now, sheâs growing like a weed and is tall and actually has some power in her tiny limbs, which is most noticeable when she climbs you like a ladder, but her parents are gamers that just sit around. Her own screen time is almost as lengthy as theirs is.
I worry about Kid, constantly. Z does too. We have theorized calling CPS, or trying to adopt her, or just getting her away from Vulture. We have thrown around ideas about talking to OLB and convincing him that Vulture isnât a good person for Kid. A lot of it has stayed in theory because the anxious part of me is still afraid to make life-altering waves like that. I second-guess and gaslight myself into realizing how bad things are, but then telling myself, maybe Iâm just blowing it out of proportion. Maybe it's just something they have to handle. Maybe itâs something a first-time parent needs to learn. Maybe Vulture just isnât feeling good that day. Maybe, maybe, maybe.
Itâs a leftover of the doormat I used to be, and I know that. The tiny fragment of anxiety that tells me Iâm blowing things up into too big a deal. The tiny fragment that escaped a toxic marriage and just wants peace after arguing every single day. The side that hates confrontation.
Maybe Iâm just a plain olâ coward. I donât know yet. I just know my patience is running thinner with every passing day.
I donât think I could convince OLB to dump Vulture. From what Iâve seen on the surface, theyâre not openly affectionate. Vulture complains all the time that OLB doesnât give her any physical affection, and she (unfortunately) tells me when theyâre intimate, which doesnât sound often. They almost look like they could be friends that are co-parenting. She calls him her husband when theyâre out in public, and OLB has stated that he doesnât want anything to happen to her, because he doesnât want a single parent. I assume at the very least that he does love her, even though he sounds exhausted all the time. Z and I wonder if maybe he feels trapped.
OLB is good at asking for help if he needs it, although he hates being a burden to others. He will speak up if Vulture needs a ride to a doctorâs office, and he forgot to leave the car seat at home. Iâve driven to his work to pick it up after he messaged me asking if I could. They ask his family to babysit Kid if they want to go out and just have a good date or see a movie together. They are clearly capable of asking for help.
This is just an acceptable standard for both, or at least thatâs the way it seems to me. Sometimes, I donât truly know if OLB is aware of what Vulture does while heâs at work. He didnât know that she used his 11-year-old dog as a vacuum cleaner to clean up spilled table scraps until I pointed it out and then he pieced together why his dog wasnât losing weight on a reduced kibble diet. Sometimes I have pointed out things to him that he might not notice in the house chat.
I started keeping a log in Google Docs about things I notice, and Z and I talk about it in discord, so itâs not heard by ears that are too close to our bedroom. The log started helping me see that Iâm not just blowing out of proportion and that in turn helped me come here to reddit. As a former doormat in recovery, I still have to tell myself that itâs okay to realize that something is wrong, and that I may need help getting my voice to speak up.
I havenât worked since 2017, when my mental health took a sharp nosedive. Z is currently looking for work. Both of us are home all day exposed to Vulture and how she treats Kid. With my own daily tasks, errands, struggling with mental health, thereâs still a side of me that berates me that I need to be taking care of Kid. Getting her up, making sure she eats. Pestering Vulture to get up. This is also where I tangle with the former doormat that still lives in me, because one, I donât want to enable Vulture to get even worse. With someone taking the burden off of her, that gives her more free time to just sit back and game. It isnât my job to make sure that Vulture is a good parent, yet somehow, I feel like itâs also my fault that sheâs as bad as she is while I sit by the wayside and just talk about her behind her back. There are times where I have pestered OLB through discord about Kid crying, or how Kid is trying to beat the door down, or asking if Vulture is up for the day because I havenât seen her up at three in the afternoon.
I started speaking up when I noticed something thatâs off. I call this the âcheese incident.â We had a block of cheese that was cut in the wrapper and not in anything else, so the exposed end got all hard and inedible. I cut it off and threw it away. Vulture made her way into the kitchen because Kid saw me cutting cheese and wanted some.
Vulture: Who threw away that cheese?
(SHE PICKS IT UP OUT OF THE TRASH CAN)
Me: Yeah, itâs got that hard bit
Vulture: So? I know someone who will eat it.
(She calls Kid over)
Me: But it was in the trash.
Vulture: Itâs okay, I cut off the part that was touching the trash.
Me: Dude, thatâs fucked up.
Vulture: (hesitating now) Should I not?
Me: Thatâs probably going to make her sick again.
(Kid has been sick back-to-back at this point)
Vulture: Okay, then I wonât.
(To this day, I donât know if she threw the cheese away or ate it herself, and Iâm afraid to ask)
That was the point where I started pointing out that what sheâs doing is problematic. Itâs a slow process, but itâs helped me put the doormat side of me away again. Iâve explained to Vulture that Kid isnât crying to be malicious, she just canât express what she wants. Especially with Kidâs speech delay! Kid gets frustrated fast when adults donât understand her, and the wailing begins. Thereâs no maliciousness behind it, just frustration. Or how Kid doesnât like being told ânoâ because she doesnât always understand why. Strangely, every time I call something out, she doesnât really have much of a fight against it.
But why am I having to say it in the first place?
Thereâs little things that just rub me the wrong way in how they interact. Sometimes Vulture will call Kid over in the same way youâd call a dog. Repeatedly. Sometimes Vulture, in a state of migraine or other illness-related grouchiness will scream at her âLeave me alone!â and OLB will have to fetch Kid. One time, Z told me that Vulture outright mocked her crying by making her own crying noise.
Whatâs awful to watch in person is that when Vultureâs mom or siblings are over, Vulture is suddenly a doting mom who isnât perpetually exhausted or loudly complaining about how her âeverythingâ hurts. She talks in an overly sweet voice to Kid. It unsettles me with how two-faced it seems. OLB, Vulture, and Kid go have dinner with OLBâs family every Sunday evening, and I canât help but wonder how two-faced she is there, as well. Some of OLBâs family doesnât like Vulture to begin with.
Slowly, I am losing patience at how Vulture behaves, especially with the Kid. I had to un-gaslight myself, start logging her behavior, and talk to other people to really see it for what it was. I told multiple friends about it and we all generally have the same consensus that Vulture is just an unfit parent. If her chronic illnesses are truly interfering with her life that much, she shouldnât be the majority caregiver through the day. But itâs not like OLB would be able to work from home or be the stay-at-home parent. In a perfect world, I would be able to help more as well, but Iâm barely the âfunâ aunt. Iâm barely equipped to help care for a three-year-old. Hell, most days Iâm barely an actual person.
Kid deserves better.
Bottom line, Kid deserves better than what this house can give. I am upset with myself over my lack of action, but the logs have only been growing bigger. Every day, the doormat dies a little more.
Vulture herself though, will likely always be a side show. One thing that Z pointed out to me was that, as the doormat I used to be, I would give everything to help someone even when I was mentally exhausted. I enmeshed myself too much into the lives of my friends because I loved making them happy and making their lives easier. Itâs gotten me into some awkward territory with Vulture, because some things were interpreted as more than friendship.
You ready to cringe more? Because the next part is going to deal with polyamory, the desire for open relationships, and the main reason why Z despises her â and thatâs putting it mildly.
Take a moment to un-cringe yourself. It ainât over yet.
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Hi again, itâs the bunny. Iâve just barely stepped into Reddxâs discord, but Ezekial is still posting this saga for me so thank you, Z.
Trigger warning: This will deal with a lot of aspects relating to child neglect (and possible abuse) and Kid being ignored or taking the brunt of Vultureâs anger. Sorry for the spoiler as well, but I think we saw this coming, too (especially if youâve seen Z talk in the discord). Donât push yourself to read if youâre not okay with these concepts.
The Cast List
Bunny (author): 33, female. Recovering lifelong doormat slowly building a spine. Neuro spicy gym rat with major depressive disorder, general anxiety disorder, and most recently diagnosed with ADHD. Unfortunately, very familiar with surviving trauma.
Z (poster): My partner. 31, nonbinary (they/them), also neuro spicy with depression, anxiety, OCD, BPD, autism, and also familiar with lifelong trauma.
One Liner Beard (OLB): 33, male, neuro spicy with ADHD and depression. His nickname here comes from the fact that in messenger, he usually has one-word replies like âoofâ or âmmmâ as an acknowledgement he had seen the message but has nothing further to contribute.
VultureBeard (Vulture): 30, female, neuro spicy and disabled with multiple conditions. She has Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, POTs (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome), autism, depression, anxiety, chronic migraines, but also possibly a list of things that may or may not be real. The star of this unfortunate circus. Her name comes from how she always pops up when Iâm cooking food, complaining about how hungry is and how sheâs unable to cook.
Kid: 3. Female. OLB and Vultureâs child. Likely neuro spicy like we all are, but sheâs also only 3 years old. Slightly speech delayed and not potty trained yet.
Take a deep breath. Now take another one. This chapter will likely make you mad.
Chapter Three: âDo You Want Bologna?â Or, Vulture as a Parent
Imagine this: itâs eight in the morning and youâre cozy in bed. The blankets are warm, and you hit snooze on your early alarm so you can sleep in before you have to get up.
Your peace is shattered by a toddler crying, followed by the screech of, âWHAT!â or âGET DOWN FROM THERE!â
Yeah, welcome to The Life.
Vulture has a messed-up sleep schedule. Itâs partially because Kid doesnât sleep soundly through the night, but itâs also because Vultureâs sleep schedule is essentially flipped backwards to where she stays up all night and wants to sleep during the day. Vulture says itâs âinsomniaâ but sometimes sheâs up late gaming with Discord friends or watching anime. I couldnât tell you which issue it was day by day. Sometimes if I go to sleep late, I hear Kid crying from her room because she had night terrors or had potty troubles. Sometimes I hear OLB and Vulture awake shuffling between rooms in the hallway.
Because of this, Vulture and mornings donât mesh well. Kid is usually put in her room for bedtime around 7 PM, usually with her tablet to keep her company and either give her something to watch, or to play white noises for sleeping. Kid does not have a real sleep routine as well. Sheâs just kind of shut in her room. Sometimes thereâs a bit of a routine like winding her down with chocolate milk and giving her a countdown of âokay, ten more minutes and then bedtime,â but for the most part she just does not want to go to bed. Bedtimes are met with a lot of crying, and the beardy parents telling us that she will be upset for a bit.
Kid has an attempted daily schedule, if Vulture is awake enough. Theoretically:
- 9 AM: Awake and watching TV while Vulture is on her computer in the same room
- 1 PM: In the room for naptime (but itâs usually play time)
- 4 PM: Free to run around while dad is home
- 7 PM: Bedtime (but sheâs usually playing then too)
Sometimes because Kid wonât go to sleep, sheâll still be up at 9 PM and that breaks her schedule too. A lot of times, it works out that OLB is the âfunâ parent while heâs home, because heâs up at 4 AM to leave for work by 6 and doesnât come home until between 4 or 5 PM. Then she spends time with him while heâs home.
Thereâs also a child lock on the inside of Kidâs bedroom door, those doorknob covers that you have to push and turn, so she canât open the door and wander around unsupervised. I was originally the one who suggested the child lock, back when she was younger, and they didnât have the secondary child gate they currently do now thatâs stored in the garage. Since then, with her potty training and Vultureâs likewise awful sleep schedule, Iâve suggested more than once that they take the door handle blocker off and put up the second kiddy gate they have to block the living room and kitchen off, so she can get up if she needs to, but the child lock still remains. At most, she would have access to their room, since it doesnât have a kiddy lock on it. Me and Zâs bedroom has a child lock on it, as well as the bathroom door. She could freely wander between her room and her parentsâ room that way.
I hear Kid playing in her room by herself a lot, squealing and having fun and playing pretend. Or moving her furniture around. And no, the furniture is not secured to the wall, so she can move her bed around the room. Iâve also told OLB and Vulture they needed to make sure she canât topple it and chain it to the wall but, yeah, that hasnât been dealt with.
When Kid really needs attention, she will cry and wail. And I mean wail. The two beardy parents donât have baby monitors or anything that can hear into her bedroom, so she has to wail loudly enough to be heard through the walls. Luckily, the house has thin walls. Because of her early bedtime, sheâs often awake early in the morning. Sometimes Vulture will respond, sometimes Vulture wonât wake up until around noon.
Yes, that means Kid is by herself a lot.
Kid is a bubbly three-year-old. She loves it when Z and I give her attention, which admittingly isnât as often as I would like to give her. With my own Depressionâą, I spend so much time fighting to just gather enough mental energy to be a productive human. Despite me wandering in a mental fog, Kid remains a bright spot in my day. I met her when she was a fresh baby bean just barely out of the hospital, and I immediately fell in love. Since then, Iâve seen her grow almost her whole life, except for when they were all in north Texas. She has blue eyes and brown hair that will curl on its own. She loves dinosaurs, Baby Shark, Octonauts, and occasionally whatever anime the parents are watching. Donât ask me how many times Iâve heard the Baby Shark song. I donât want it stuck in my head for another solid week.
She used to watch a lot of Ms. Rachelâs Songs For Little videos, because originally Vulture wanted Kid to learn sign language to help communicate. Iâve rarely seen Vulture attempt to upkeep the sign language lessons. She did at one point. I think after Kid started becoming more vocal, the idea was dropped. I have heard some of the familiar videos so often that even I learned the kidâs songs, but I guess thatâs also part of the collateral when dealing with kidâs media.
Kid usually exists in a half-dressed state, usually just wearing a pull up and thatâs it. Unfortunately, because Vulture is so hard on her tangles when she tries to brush her hair, Kid doesnât like hair care and will fight being brushed. Her hair used to exist in a perpetual state of being matted with at least one major knot, until Vultureâs mom ended up giving her a bath and getting her to stay still enough to endure the brushing, even with the wailing of a protesting Kid going strong. Her hair was then cut to make it more manageable, and strangely, that fixed a lot of the matting problems.
Kid is let out of her room when Vulture wakes up, usually needing a diaper change. At three years old, Kid is not potty trained yet. Just from what Iâve heard from my bedroom, it sounds like OLB and Vulture are finally starting to step up on potty training, but itâs been an uphill fight. I know a few of my other parent friends have had an extremely hard time potty training their kid. Iâm not a parent, so I donât actually know how challenging it can be. I do know though that it shouldnât sound like the toilet is some kind of punishment for peeing in her cloth panties that theyâre trying to switch her to. Or, that they try to get her to sit on the toilet when she has no interest in it and she ends up throwing a tantrum. Unfortunately, without much context, thatâs how some bathroom trips sound.
Kid wears pull-ups to bed and the cloth underwear during the day, or sometimes just pull-ups. Theyâre trying to teach her how to recognize when her body has the potty urge, which she still doesnât quite get right now. She has literally peed on the tile floor through her cloth undies. Vulture messaged the house chat once saying, âKid just lifted her leg while in the rolling chair and peed all over the floor.â
You know. Like a dog.
With the potty-training trouble and Kid only sometimes in pull-ups that can contain her mess, Z and I donât let her into our room as often as weâd like to, because she doesnât recognize when she has to go. It sucks, because Kid adores spending time with us and our room has cool animals, like my retired psychiatric service dog and our three ferrets. She loves the ferrets. But if we spend time out in the living room with everyone, Zâs patience tends to have a shorter fuse because they canât stand Vulture (thatâs also another tale I have). Weâre also stuck out in the general mess of the living room if we are out there with her. Itâs either the general mess that toddlers make, spilled food, and general filth. The best times weâve had spending time with Kid is just chilling in our room as she oohâs and ahhâs over the ferrets or watches TV with us. Z and I quote SpongeBob line by line daily, and she has watched some of the show with us.
I feel awful about shutting Kid out so much, when I see the way Vulture interacts with her. On Vultureâs bad days (if you read the previous post, thatâs almost every day), she acts like Kid is a chore. She will snap at Kid, act like Kid is choosing to act out of maliciousness and make âtired momâ jokes that sound like she just flat out doesnât like Kid. When I had liquor in the fridge, Vulture would ask if she could take a shot because, âI need it. Sheâs trying me today.â
Some choice quotes talking down about the kid:
âIâm being hard on her because sheâs not using her words. Like I know she can. She just doesnât want to.â This was what Vulture said to me after Kid kept trying to get her attention and wouldnât explain what she wanted. Kid was just making noises at her and getting frustrated. Vulture full on shouted, âWHAT!â at her, then turned to me to try and explain why she shouted.
âThis is the bad part about being a mom. Sheâs not letting me do anything right now.â This was said after Vulture cleaned her desk and was attempting to watch YouTube videos and play her Switch.
On her good days, Vulture will be that kind of smiling parent that does some art activities and engages with Kid in a way thatâs more than just screaming. They color together. She offers Kid choices so Kid can have some control over what happens in her day, like, âDo you want bologna or fruit?â It has helped Kid become more vocal and even though sheâs still speech delayed, she talks more and has a bigger vocabulary.
The house has a different atmosphere when OLB is home, compared to when Vulture is just watching Kid by herself. Iâve told OLB that I think Vulture is burned out. Her entire life is her disabilities and being a mom. She only has friends on Discord really, and OLB had to push her to start talking to them again just so she had someone to socialize with.
Old Doormat me pitied her at the beginning of our friendship. I tried being her friend. I tried to include her and Kid in a lot of things. My own mental health, my daily obligations, my gym schedule, and just me changing rapidly since 2020 altered my life, exhausted me, and left me unable to deal with Vulture talking a million miles a minute, info dumping about whatever sheâs currently doing every single time I run into her. And as I shed my doormat self, I started seeing her clearly.
I told OLB once that if Vulture is truly burned out or if her health problems are causing that much trouble, Kid might need daycare or another caregiver to help. OLB is aware but canât afford other care. Heâs working for bottom of the barrel pay at a full-time job. Most days after work, he just wants to zone out to his own games in front of his computer but has to step in and parent both Vulture and Kid, because Vulture often needs help organizing through executive dysfunction to do something. Or, because she will call for his help.
There was one time where Kid climbed on top of her, and Vulture called for OLB â who was in the same room â to pull Kid off her. There are quite a few times where Vulture calls for OLB for help with Kid, and Iâve heard him say that heâs also busy too. One time he asked, âWhy are you asking for my help when youâre closer?â
Z has offered to look after Kid at times because they donât mind Kid being in our room or just hanging out. She has hung out with us when I also have the mental energy and the room is clean enough to accommodate a toddler crawling on everything. The problem that we both see is that our stepping in isnât a full solution. She can spend a few hours with us, but ultimately after, she goes right back to Vulture and OLB. Vulture is the one who acts like being a parent is a chore.
There are times that OLB has snapped at Vulture for the way she gets on to Kid, emphasizing, âSheâs just a child.â Their parenting styles are like looking at two entirely different planets and trying to find similarities. OLB is very much into the gentle parenting side of Tik Tok. He talks about breaking generational trauma. Heâs usually gentle with Kid, explaining why sheâs not allowed to do things like stand on top of her highchair or why Iâm too busy to play with her as Iâm zooming around the house in and out repeatedly some days. He has talked her down from meltdowns and keeps his voice even to where she canât bounce off him to amplify her tantrums. He spanks her, but as a last resort, and then also talks to her about why the punishment happened. She will wail through everything and likely isnât fully listening, but ultimately, I see him trying to work with her. He very rarely loses his actual temper with her.
Vulture is the total opposite. She yells at Kid, spanks with no hesitation and doesnât explain why. One of Kidâs favorite games to play is âBlock the doorâ when Iâm trying to get through the house. She will block my bedroom door, cling to me, then circle around me as Vulture or OLB tries to distract her or lure her away by asking âdo you want chocolateâ or some other treat. Sometimes Kid just likes to play ring-around-the-rosie around my legs, as her parents try to grab her. I try to make it fun and seem like Iâm not mad at her, because Iâm never actually mad at her for blocking my way. Usually, Iâm just in the middle of some arbitrary task or running an errand or coming back from the gym with my one remaining brain cell barely hanging on for dear life. I try to engage with her and play it off as a game because sheâs not actually doing anything wrong.
Vulture has lured her away with chocolate and treats, with offers of food, with trying to get her to pick a show to watch. If that fails, she will come and fetch Kid by hand. One time involved yanking her physically off me and spanking her on the bare bottom because Kid was happy playing a game instead of listening.
The bare bottom is a thing, too. Because Kid used to live in soiled diapers for much longer than she was supposed to, she had constant diaper rash that she had to see the doctor for sometimes. She also didnât want OLB or Vulture to change her diapers and would scream when it was diaper change time. I donât blame her. The diaper rash hurt, and Vulture wasnât exactly gentle with changing. Kid bled sometimes with the changings. So now, sometimes Kid will be dressed like Donald Duck in only a top to air out her bottom. Or because now, with the cloth undies, she will pee straight through them, and they just let her air out after.
Kid always smells a bit like pee. So does her room. And her bedding. After I pointed out that her bedding straight out of the dryer smelled like urine, OLB went about cleaning the washing machine with a machine cleaner, and bought scent beads to help cut the smell, after I told him that a little vinegar in the wash load will cut the smells down. Now her bedding doesnât smell so much like urine, but itâs still there.
Her bedroom frequently smells like a public bathroom. It always looks like her bedroom has been turned upside down, with toys everywhere, her bed pushed to the middle of the room, the mattress on the floor. Books she was given were shredded, even the cardboard ones. There was straight up garbage left in her room because she was given food to eat there that had wrappers. It usually takes Vulture a full day of cleaning to get the room organized when she had the energy to do it, but she usually sanitizes with just a baby wipe, if she does at all. Maybe a pet cleaner sometimes.
There was one time where I was letting the dogs outside and I stepped in a puddle on the tile floor. That was when I realized that it was a pee puddle and Kidâs cloth underwear was dripping. I asked Vulture to clean the puddle up. When she asked to use my steam mop, she didnât clean the cloth pad after, so when I turned the mop on next, it smelled like hot, steamed urine. I had to clean the mop pad off myself and rinse the pee out of it. When Kid again peed in front of the TV in her cloth undies, I told OLB that if theyâre going to use my steam mop to make sure that the mop pad is rinsed off or it will smell like pee the next time itâs used, but he said he was just going to use his mop and bucket. Thankfully.
Because of the diet that OLB and Vulture has, Kid also eats like them. She gets a lot of macaroni, a lot of random odds and ends like pieces of bread, baggies of cheerios, sometimes fruit and vegetables. Lots of chicken nuggets and frozen instant food. Occasionally, Kid will have an interest in vegetables she sees us cook with or that sheâs never had. Like once she insisted that she wanted to eat canned peas, until she tasted them. She chewed on a lettuce leaf and put it down, then asked for another one because she wanted to eat something, and it looked tasty to her.
The two halves of the household make separate foods now and keep out of each otherâs food, but sometimes Vulture will give Kid some of the food I cooked because Kid saw my spaghetti noodles in a bowl and insisted on having them by way of tantrum. Instead of asking me if itâs okay (which obviously, Iâd say yes, Kid can have some), Vulture just gave her my food and then told me after. Maybe Iâm just projecting my own frustration, but it feels like Vulture uses Kid as a shield sometimes, to get food. Unless I have a specific purpose for food like what I put in my meal prep containers, I wouldnât say no to Kid.
Kidâs diet makes me worried for her as she grows up. OLB is big and tall, over 6 feet tall and over 300lbs. They arenât an active family at all. Kid drinks soda when they get fast food. She eats as much processed food as Vulture. Right now, sheâs growing like a weed and is tall and actually has some power in her tiny limbs, which is most noticeable when she climbs you like a ladder, but her parents are gamers that just sit around. Her own screen time is almost as lengthy as theirs is.
I worry about Kid, constantly. Z does too. We have theorized calling CPS, or trying to adopt her, or just getting her away from Vulture. We have thrown around ideas about talking to OLB and convincing him that Vulture isnât a good person for Kid. A lot of it has stayed in theory because the anxious part of me is still afraid to make life-altering waves like that. I second-guess and gaslight myself into realizing how bad things are, but then telling myself, maybe Iâm just blowing it out of proportion. Maybe it's just something they have to handle. Maybe itâs something a first-time parent needs to learn. Maybe Vulture just isnât feeling good that day. Maybe, maybe, maybe.
Itâs a leftover of the doormat I used to be, and I know that. The tiny fragment of anxiety that tells me Iâm blowing things up into too big a deal. The tiny fragment that escaped a toxic marriage and just wants peace after arguing every single day. The side that hates confrontation.
Maybe Iâm just a plain olâ coward. I donât know yet. I just know my patience is running thinner with every passing day.
I donât think I could convince OLB to dump Vulture. From what Iâve seen on the surface, theyâre not openly affectionate. Vulture complains all the time that OLB doesnât give her any physical affection, and she (unfortunately) tells me when theyâre intimate, which doesnât sound often. They almost look like they could be friends that are co-parenting. She calls him her husband when theyâre out in public, and OLB has stated that he doesnât want anything to happen to her, because he doesnât want a single parent. I assume at the very least that he does love her, even though he sounds exhausted all the time. Z and I wonder if maybe he feels trapped.
OLB is good at asking for help if he needs it, although he hates being a burden to others. He will speak up if Vulture needs a ride to a doctorâs office, and he forgot to leave the car seat at home. Iâve driven to his work to pick it up after he messaged me asking if I could. They ask his family to babysit Kid if they want to go out and just have a good date or see a movie together. They are clearly capable of asking for help.
This is just an acceptable standard for both, or at least thatâs the way it seems to me. Sometimes, I donât truly know if OLB is aware of what Vulture does while heâs at work. He didnât know that she used his 11-year-old dog as a vacuum cleaner to clean up spilled table scraps until I pointed it out and then he pieced together why his dog wasnât losing weight on a reduced kibble diet. Sometimes I have pointed out things to him that he might not notice in the house chat.
I started keeping a log in Google Docs about things I notice, and Z and I talk about it in discord, so itâs not heard by ears that are too close to our bedroom. The log started helping me see that Iâm not just blowing out of proportion and that in turn helped me come here to reddit. As a former doormat in recovery, I still have to tell myself that itâs okay to realize that something is wrong, and that I may need help getting my voice to speak up.
I havenât worked since 2017, when my mental health took a sharp nosedive. Z is currently looking for work. Both of us are home all day exposed to Vulture and how she treats Kid. With my own daily tasks, errands, struggling with mental health, thereâs still a side of me that berates me that I need to be taking care of Kid. Getting her up, making sure she eats. Pestering Vulture to get up. This is also where I tangle with the former doormat that still lives in me, because one, I donât want to enable Vulture to get even worse. With someone taking the burden off of her, that gives her more free time to just sit back and game. It isnât my job to make sure that Vulture is a good parent, yet somehow, I feel like itâs also my fault that sheâs as bad as she is while I sit by the wayside and just talk about her behind her back. There are times where I have pestered OLB through discord about Kid crying, or how Kid is trying to beat the door down, or asking if Vulture is up for the day because I havenât seen her up at three in the afternoon.
I started speaking up when I noticed something thatâs off. I call this the âcheese incident.â We had a block of cheese that was cut in the wrapper and not in anything else, so the exposed end got all hard and inedible. I cut it off and threw it away. Vulture made her way into the kitchen because Kid saw me cutting cheese and wanted some.
Vulture: Who threw away that cheese?
(SHE PICKS IT UP OUT OF THE TRASH CAN)
Me: Yeah, itâs got that hard bit
Vulture: So? I know someone who will eat it.
(She calls Kid over)
Me: But it was in the trash.
Vulture: Itâs okay, I cut off the part that was touching the trash.
Me: Dude, thatâs fucked up.
Vulture: (hesitating now) Should I not?
Me: Thatâs probably going to make her sick again.
(Kid has been sick back-to-back at this point)
Vulture: Okay, then I wonât.
(To this day, I donât know if she threw the cheese away or ate it herself, and Iâm afraid to ask)
That was the point where I started pointing out that what sheâs doing is problematic. Itâs a slow process, but itâs helped me put the doormat side of me away again. Iâve explained to Vulture that Kid isnât crying to be malicious, she just canât express what she wants. Especially with Kidâs speech delay! Kid gets frustrated fast when adults donât understand her, and the wailing begins. Thereâs no maliciousness behind it, just frustration. Or how Kid doesnât like being told ânoâ because she doesnât always understand why. Strangely, every time I call something out, she doesnât really have much of a fight against it.
But why am I having to say it in the first place?
Thereâs little things that just rub me the wrong way in how they interact. Sometimes Vulture will call Kid over in the same way youâd call a dog. Repeatedly. Sometimes Vulture, in a state of migraine or other illness-related grouchiness will scream at her âLeave me alone!â and OLB will have to fetch Kid. One time, Z told me that Vulture outright mocked her crying by making her own crying noise.
Whatâs awful to watch in person is that when Vultureâs mom or siblings are over, Vulture is suddenly a doting mom who isnât perpetually exhausted or loudly complaining about how her âeverythingâ hurts. She talks in an overly sweet voice to Kid. It unsettles me with how two-faced it seems. OLB, Vulture, and Kid go have dinner with OLBâs family every Sunday evening, and I canât help but wonder how two-faced she is there, as well. Some of OLBâs family doesnât like Vulture to begin with.
Slowly, I am losing patience at how Vulture behaves, especially with the Kid. I had to un-gaslight myself, start logging her behavior, and talk to other people to really see it for what it was. I told multiple friends about it and we all generally have the same consensus that Vulture is just an unfit parent. If her chronic illnesses are truly interfering with her life that much, she shouldnât be the majority caregiver through the day. But itâs not like OLB would be able to work from home or be the stay-at-home parent. In a perfect world, I would be able to help more as well, but Iâm barely the âfunâ aunt. Iâm barely equipped to help care for a three-year-old. Hell, most days Iâm barely an actual person.
Kid deserves better.
Bottom line, Kid deserves better than what this house can give. I am upset with myself over my lack of action, but the logs have only been growing bigger. Every day, the doormat dies a little more.
Vulture herself though, will likely always be a side show. One thing that Z pointed out to me was that, as the doormat I used to be, I would give everything to help someone even when I was mentally exhausted. I enmeshed myself too much into the lives of my friends because I loved making them happy and making their lives easier. Itâs gotten me into some awkward territory with Vulture, because some things were interpreted as more than friendship.
You ready to cringe more? Because the next part is going to deal with polyamory, the desire for open relationships, and the main reason why Z despises her â and thatâs putting it mildly.
Take a moment to un-cringe yourself. It ainât over yet.
2023.06.05 05:47 agentmoose0 My final goodbye to ninjala
Over the lifespan of ninjala I played it since release, in my opinion, ninjala today is a shit show of unbalanced game features, a toxic competitive community that values bearing bullshit; pay to win features and getting lucky over actual skill and learning how to actualy play this combat pvp game, however, regardless how bad ninjala is today, it still has a soft spot in one of my favourite videogames I've played, ninjala in its peak had an awesome battle pass with a stable community and a fairly balanced game (although you could argue that hit scaning has always been a problem in ninjala), but at some point I left the game, mostly because I had gone to other games (splatoon 3), I went to ninjala after I was done with fortnite in chapter 2 season 4, when I barely had any game to play in quarantine, it remarked me as a game like splatoon but had its own charm to it, it was actually fun and had some sense of skill to it at the start, I even made some freinds through it ( jozerp If you're reading this I'm sorry I haven't caught up to playing with you around this time I deleted my discord account cos I barely ever use it now) it had a sense of community to it that made it kind of fun, however, the game got stail, and my blame for the game becoming stale, the devs. I personally think that the devs of ninjala are absolutely insane for the things theve added to this game, the ninja gum lab, trash shinobi cards, and a prominent problem I've seen in ninjala, is the abundance of 100 to death combos you can do to anyone by just getting lucky, ninjal isn't a game about skill anymore, it's a game where people are able to win by either camping drones for easy points of third partying someone, requiring no skill whatsoever, this game has a soft spot in my heart, why am I repeating this? To show how sad I am seeing what this game has become, it used to be a game where you could have fun streamlining your favourite creator ( btw sorry goljee), you could share your art here and people wherent the most supremist jerkwads in existence who will call it a "skill issue" when you have a problem with the fact that they can just third party you with no consequence of dying since they get the drop on you.
Since returning to ninjala I remember again why I loved it, but I also remembered why I fell out of love for it, this game has just dug its own gabe and I'm actually sad this has happened to it, so I'm most likely not going to come back, unless the devs at least try fixing there game. For now, ima leave it up to if I wanna, C ya
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Since returning to ninjala I remember again why I loved it, but I also remembered why I fell out of love for it, this game has just dug its own gabe and I'm actually sad this has happened to it, so I'm most likely not going to come back, unless the devs at least try fixing there game. For now, ima leave it up to if I wanna, C ya
2023.06.05 05:47 Ensymes Should i apologize?
I've been seeing this girl that i met through friends, we have gone on a few dates, and thing are awesome, we have lost in common. On this last date i made her dinner and we sat on the balcony chatting and having a drink. While out on the balcony i asked her to be my girlfriend, she said perhaps later. Which i beleive she was saying it was just too soon to ask. Then we went on a 2 hour walk and continued to talk and have a good time. Should i appologize to her for asking too soon so things dont get weird, or would it be better to just not bring it up since we had a good time after?
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2023.06.05 05:47 Positive_Panda0018 He confessed!!! đ€đ€ but quick question
So me F17 and this guy M17 that recently joined my friend group have been getting closer recently and we both knew that we liked each other and we even hanged out once just the two of us to watch a friend in common in a performance and that was the first time we hanged out alone but nothing out of the ordinary happened we were just friendly and had a great time. Earlier this week he invited me to watch a movie yesterday, and of course I say yes. Keep in mind I have known he liked me for a while now and I was pretty sure he knew I liked him too. But we both didn't say anything, while on the movie "date" everything is normal and friendly. But towards the end he walks me to my car and then he hugs me, the hug became a little too long to be friendly and then he says, "I like you" I couldn't help myself and I laugh not because of him but because that gave me butterflies and I was just so nervous in his arms. He says "It was obvious huh?" I said "yeah". He then says, "just don't make it awkward" and i respond "what am I suppose to say?" **this whole convo happens while we are hugging** so he lets go and i get in my car then i drive away. I get home and we call. In the call everything was normal like nothing happened. I had to bring it up, I asked "why it took him so long wasn't it obvious?" and he says "I was just scared and you didn't give me any clear signs"
So my question is, do I have to tell him I like him too? My friends all say I should since guys are oblivious but I think it is very clear that I like him.
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So my question is, do I have to tell him I like him too? My friends all say I should since guys are oblivious but I think it is very clear that I like him.
2023.06.05 05:47 Revrint First time arrested with 2 misdemeanors, could really use some advice
Sorry if this is redundant, it just seems like there are so many variables when I try to research it.
I'm an exhibitionist and made a habit of streaking in a park at night. I've had the police called on me a few times, but I've always evaded until recently one night they arrested me. This is in Texas. I realize how stupid I've been, I know there's something wrong with me, I just want to get this over with quickly and effectively so I can be left alone and see a therapist.
I've been charged with two misdemeanors, public indecency and evading arrest. They kept me in jail for about a day and a half. A lady explained to me that I had the option to take a personal bond as a cheaper alternative to paying the full fee for both charges, which was in the thousands. Of course there was the third option of a lengthier jail time which I desperately want to avoid. This is my first time being arrested and confronted with the legal system, so I thought the personal bond sounded like a good option, and I signed the application for it. Plus, the lady told me if it got rejected, I could just go back to paying the full fee.
While I was locked up, I met with the judge who told me that I was eligible for the personal bond. I requested a public defender, and I was released later that day. The court date is in a few weeks.
The conditions of the personal bond are a heavily reduced fee of eighty dollars, plus having to call a specific pretrial services officer for "supervision," something that I don't know the specifics of. At least with other pretrial services, I can see how someone charged with a DUI could be assigned to an "alcohol monitoring unit," or how someone charged of domestic abuse could be assigned to "supervised family violence," but I've been assigned to just "supervision". What does that mean?
I'm just anxious as to whether or not I'm making the best decisions for myself.
Was taking the personal bond the best option? I'm tempted to pay the full fee IF it means I don't have to appear in court and deal with further sentencing, but unfortunately I didn't think to clarify this while I met with the judge. I do have the money to pay for it after all. It would hurt, but it's recoverable in my situation. Is it too late to change my mind on this?
The fact that I requested a public defender also makes me nervous in hindsight, since as far as I can tell, I have no guarantee as to when they'll contact me.
I am also aware that this will go on my record, and if there's any possible way to get it taken off, I'd like to know about it. It sounds like a lawyer specific question, but again, is the court appointed attorney the best option? Is it too late to change my mind about that as well?
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I'm an exhibitionist and made a habit of streaking in a park at night. I've had the police called on me a few times, but I've always evaded until recently one night they arrested me. This is in Texas. I realize how stupid I've been, I know there's something wrong with me, I just want to get this over with quickly and effectively so I can be left alone and see a therapist.
I've been charged with two misdemeanors, public indecency and evading arrest. They kept me in jail for about a day and a half. A lady explained to me that I had the option to take a personal bond as a cheaper alternative to paying the full fee for both charges, which was in the thousands. Of course there was the third option of a lengthier jail time which I desperately want to avoid. This is my first time being arrested and confronted with the legal system, so I thought the personal bond sounded like a good option, and I signed the application for it. Plus, the lady told me if it got rejected, I could just go back to paying the full fee.
While I was locked up, I met with the judge who told me that I was eligible for the personal bond. I requested a public defender, and I was released later that day. The court date is in a few weeks.
The conditions of the personal bond are a heavily reduced fee of eighty dollars, plus having to call a specific pretrial services officer for "supervision," something that I don't know the specifics of. At least with other pretrial services, I can see how someone charged with a DUI could be assigned to an "alcohol monitoring unit," or how someone charged of domestic abuse could be assigned to "supervised family violence," but I've been assigned to just "supervision". What does that mean?
I'm just anxious as to whether or not I'm making the best decisions for myself.
Was taking the personal bond the best option? I'm tempted to pay the full fee IF it means I don't have to appear in court and deal with further sentencing, but unfortunately I didn't think to clarify this while I met with the judge. I do have the money to pay for it after all. It would hurt, but it's recoverable in my situation. Is it too late to change my mind on this?
The fact that I requested a public defender also makes me nervous in hindsight, since as far as I can tell, I have no guarantee as to when they'll contact me.
I am also aware that this will go on my record, and if there's any possible way to get it taken off, I'd like to know about it. It sounds like a lawyer specific question, but again, is the court appointed attorney the best option? Is it too late to change my mind about that as well?
2023.06.05 05:47 ZoraDomainTaken Difficult Coworker Dilemma
Woof woof! I (22M) recently started an internship at a CPA firm that runs through the summer, I'm really hoping this leads to full time employment after I graduate in the Fall. However, this is not what I am writing this post about.
When I started last Tuesday, I met this girl who is a fellow intern (19F) who sat next to me during training, and then at lunch, and then at lunch again. She seems really nice and she is pretty, only problem is that the more I talk to her, the more I think about her. We have a lot of things in common and I can never tell if someone is flirting, so listing stories might be useless unless some of you want specific info.
Everything seems great, but I can't tell if it's too early in my professional career to take a swing that big. I also have no idea how to ask her to hang out more without it being a date, so that doesn't help either.
Any help is appreciated. I just have no clue on if I should just let this thing go and bury my head in the sand.
Side Note: We both went to the same high school and live somewhat close to each other, thought that was neat.
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When I started last Tuesday, I met this girl who is a fellow intern (19F) who sat next to me during training, and then at lunch, and then at lunch again. She seems really nice and she is pretty, only problem is that the more I talk to her, the more I think about her. We have a lot of things in common and I can never tell if someone is flirting, so listing stories might be useless unless some of you want specific info.
Everything seems great, but I can't tell if it's too early in my professional career to take a swing that big. I also have no idea how to ask her to hang out more without it being a date, so that doesn't help either.
Any help is appreciated. I just have no clue on if I should just let this thing go and bury my head in the sand.
Side Note: We both went to the same high school and live somewhat close to each other, thought that was neat.
2023.06.05 05:47 elis9102 Help/advice needed.
Hello!
I'm staring a dietician-guided Mediterranean Diet, with a few small modifications and I've got the list of things I can eat, portions, how to combine them to reach the goals, etc. But I'm truly struggling at lunch and need advice.
I just find all the things I've made so far as lunch too dry, no mayo or ketchup or processed sauces, soy sauce, cream are on my plan and it's driving me crazy at lunch mostly (sometimes dinner too). It's bad because I haven't been able to finish my lunch and I'm taking twice as long eating (a problem because I need to go back to work) because I just find it too dry. I've always drank lots of water at lunch but I find these doesn't help with the sensation. Any recommendations/recipes you can offer are really welcome, because I'm being left hungry and not eating what I'm supposed to eat.
My plan includes only one spoon of olive oil for lunch so can't go overboard with that either.
Add: it's a modified diet in the sense I cannot drink alcohol due to nafld and I'm being investigated for SIBO so I've had to remove some fodmap foods that are giving extra problems (like diary, garlic, onions, extra spicy condiments).
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I'm staring a dietician-guided Mediterranean Diet, with a few small modifications and I've got the list of things I can eat, portions, how to combine them to reach the goals, etc. But I'm truly struggling at lunch and need advice.
I just find all the things I've made so far as lunch too dry, no mayo or ketchup or processed sauces, soy sauce, cream are on my plan and it's driving me crazy at lunch mostly (sometimes dinner too). It's bad because I haven't been able to finish my lunch and I'm taking twice as long eating (a problem because I need to go back to work) because I just find it too dry. I've always drank lots of water at lunch but I find these doesn't help with the sensation. Any recommendations/recipes you can offer are really welcome, because I'm being left hungry and not eating what I'm supposed to eat.
My plan includes only one spoon of olive oil for lunch so can't go overboard with that either.
Add: it's a modified diet in the sense I cannot drink alcohol due to nafld and I'm being investigated for SIBO so I've had to remove some fodmap foods that are giving extra problems (like diary, garlic, onions, extra spicy condiments).
2023.06.05 05:47 HeirT0TheMonado Odd bug involving the ending cutscene, or working as intended? (MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ENDING)
Something odd happened right after I stabbed the Master Sword into the Demon Dragon's head. I collected all of Zelda's memories from the Dragon's Tears so I got the good ending, but when the cutscene with Rauru and Sonia channelling their power to Link began something was immediately wrong.
Link's shirt was missing.
My gear in the Ganondorf fight and Demon Dragon fight, right up to the strike into the Demon Dragon's head, was as follows:
Head: none (wild unkempt hair look good)
Top: Champion's Leathers (fully upgraded)
Pants: Ember Trousers (fully upgraded, dyed light yellow to have the same colour as standard Hylian Trousers)
Total defense: 52
Weapon: Master Sword (fused with a Silver Lynel Saber Horn for 170 total attack power while aglow)
Shield: Hylian Shield (intact, but badly damaged in the fight with Ganondorf, holy SHIT does he pulverise shields)
Bow: Dusk Bow (Good condition, wish it still shot light arrows though)
Is Link supposed to lose his top after the fight, or did something get tangled in the game's code to result in his top being removed between cutscenes? Link didn't have a weapon, shield or bow equipped in the affected cutscenes either, so he was only wearing Hylian Trousers with his Zonai power cells on the belt. This wardrobe malfunction unfortunately made the skydiving scene right after all that feel a bit weird to me, so I'm wondering if anyone else had the same issue.
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Link's shirt was missing.
My gear in the Ganondorf fight and Demon Dragon fight, right up to the strike into the Demon Dragon's head, was as follows:
Head: none (wild unkempt hair look good)
Top: Champion's Leathers (fully upgraded)
Pants: Ember Trousers (fully upgraded, dyed light yellow to have the same colour as standard Hylian Trousers)
Total defense: 52
Weapon: Master Sword (fused with a Silver Lynel Saber Horn for 170 total attack power while aglow)
Shield: Hylian Shield (intact, but badly damaged in the fight with Ganondorf, holy SHIT does he pulverise shields)
Bow: Dusk Bow (Good condition, wish it still shot light arrows though)
Is Link supposed to lose his top after the fight, or did something get tangled in the game's code to result in his top being removed between cutscenes? Link didn't have a weapon, shield or bow equipped in the affected cutscenes either, so he was only wearing Hylian Trousers with his Zonai power cells on the belt. This wardrobe malfunction unfortunately made the skydiving scene right after all that feel a bit weird to me, so I'm wondering if anyone else had the same issue.
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2023.06.05 05:47 crpleasethanks How do I put auto-layout components on top of each other?
I have a map in my app and a card component that should go partially on top of it. This is a good example of what I am trying to achieve, with the central image showing the general store card over the black stats component, except in my case it's a map.
I can't for the life of me figure out how to get that done in auto layout. I can move the component in by holding the space bar, but I want it to be reactive. Is there a way to do that?
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I can't for the life of me figure out how to get that done in auto layout. I can move the component in by holding the space bar, but I want it to be reactive. Is there a way to do that?
2023.06.05 05:46 Head-Mastodon Airplane Mode Shortcut pro version questions
I have a question about an app on APKPure called "Airplane Mode Shortcut." I saw it mentioned on stackexchange a long time ago.
The reason I ask is that I want to be able to schedule entering/exiting flight mode, and I'm too scared to root my phone. I have tried with a few apps including MacroDroid and always ran into one problem or another. I think I also tried Tasker and IFTTT. It's been a long time so I don't remember what I tried. I'm not that great with phones so it's definitely possible that I missed something.
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- Has anyone here used it? Can you share your experience?
- Does it (sometimes) work on Android 7.0?
- Does it work without root access? (listing says that it does)
- When used with automation apps, does it work with the screen off and locked?
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