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2023.06.10 19:39 Mundane_Ad_5288 The biggest flaw in rdr2 is how quick Dutch disregards Arthur for Micah,

As mentioned in the lore, Micah has only been running with the gang for 6 months maybe a year. Arthur has been in it for 20. Even up until they get back from guarma Dutch seems to still respect and value Arthur’s advice even if he doesn’t follow it. So in chapter 6 all the secret conversations with Micah and Dutch just seem like we missed a key event. And Dutch’s bewilderment to Arthur insisting is the final nail in the coffin. Micah must have an impeccable silver tongue (better than trelawny or hosea) to pull that one on Dutch. But I can’t see how Dutch favors such a new member over a man he raised for 20 years.
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2023.06.10 19:34 Dinoboy225 Neo Cretaceous Timeline: Neogene

The second period of the Cenozoic, the Neogene saw the world start to shape into the way of the present. The Neogene in general had a much more stable climate than the Paleogene, though there was still a notable cooling trend that peaked at the end, causing the first Pleistocene Ice Age.
The Miocene was a time of recovery for the planet, as the world was recovering from the Late Paleogene mass extinction, the climate was finally starting to stabilize, and appeared noticeably cooler than the hothouse of the late Paleogene. Soon enough, the stage was set for a new chapter in the history of life.
Though deserts were still widespread, it was not as hot and far more wet at the beginning of the Neogene, and as a result, the deserts quickly shrunk throughout the period.
In North America and Asia, this period is often called “The Age of Raptors”, due to the great diversity of the dromeosaurs. With the tyrannosaurs gone, and with the unstable climate of the Paleogene finally starting to level off, dromeosaurs started to grow into giants, and the 29 foot long Archoraptor from about 22 million years ago in the Early Miocene, not even 5 million years after the end of the Paleogene, shows that the dromeosaurs wasted no time grabbing hold of the top predator niche. The largest of these “Mega Dromeosaurs” was Borealoraptor, who at 36 feet long and 5 tons, was about as big as the Jurassic Allosaurus.
In South America and Africa, Spinosaurids were also experiencing a new age, carcharodontosaurs were eliminated in the two continents and left exclusive to Asia as a result of the extinction, and that allowed spinosaurids an opportunity to fill in the spot of terrestrial predators, a chance they very quickly took, with forms like the Amazonian Bulbsnout appearing 17 million years ago, a success story that lives into the present. Other forms also started appearing, with Suchodontosaurus being one of the largest carnivores of all time.
In Africa, Spinosaurids started taking a different direction. Instead of becoming bulkier and heavier built, they took inspiration from the carcharodontosaurids, developing more gracile and agile forms such as Hamonychus, with many leaving their old water-dwelling ways behind.
Despite so many new land based Spinosaurs, some still stuck to their roots as semiaquatic fish eaters, with many such as the Gojirasuchus becoming more adept swimmers. This is also where false Shark whales have their roots, with Carcharomimus from about 13 million years ago being the earliest known.
Despite being confined to Eastern Asia, Carcharodontosaurids still stayed relatively common, Dinodontosaurus was one of the most well known ones, likely thanks to having the longest known teeth of any theropod, barely beating out Tyrannosaurus and the European Bulbsnout at 14 inches long compared to 12 inches and 12.5 inches respectively, definitely earning the animal the name “terrible toothed lizard”.
Sauropods on the other hand were on a steady decline throughout the period, being restricted to North America, evidently having been knocked back off their game by the Paleogene extinction. Only 2 species are known to have reached the proportions of their predecessors, those being Ornithocephalusaurus and Gravicaudasaurus.
Around 9 million years ago, there was a strange event known as the Neogene Oxygen Spike, where oxygen levels suddenly nearly doubled in the span of just one million years. While the relatively sudden rise in oxygen went unnoticed for most continents, in Australia this lead to the rise of the arthropods. Already the dominant land animals as a result of both dinosaurs and most other reptiles going extinct on the continent, the sudden rise in oxygen allowed them to grow to sizes they haven’t seen since the Carboniferous.
Springtrap centipedes, at around 11 feet long and weighing nearly a quarter of a ton, are the largest known arthropods on earth and have lived until the present.
Several other arthropods attained larger sizes, with 4 foot crickets and 6 foot earwigs also known from Late Miocene Australia.
The Pliocene was noticeably cooler than the preceding Miocene, due to lower amounts of CO2 in the atmosphere. This cooling trend eventually resulted in the End Neogene Glaciation, which kickstarted the Ice Ages.
This period signaled the beginning of the end for the Age of Raptors. Around 3 million years ago, a land bridge temporarily formed, connecting North and South America. This allowed animals from South America to migrate into North America, namely the Spinosaurs.
The arrival of the Spinosaurs proved to be the nail in the coffin for the Mega Dromeosaurs, and they were likely out-competed for food by the southern invaders, and by the start of the Pleistocene, only 3 species of Mega Dromeosaur were left, Ferrunychus, Gravinychus, and Titanoraptor, and all of these were found in southern Canada, where the Spinosaurs hadn’t reached yet.
For the sauropods on the other hand, the formation of a land bridge was their saving grace, as many species migrated into South America and diversified heavily, Serpenmimus, Poseidosaurus, and Stegoplodocus are examples of this sudden radiation.
End Neogene Glaciation
The Neogene concluded with the End Neogene Glaciation, also known as the Pliocene-Pleistocene Glaciation. This was nowhere near as bad as the glaciation that kicked off the Paleogene, these ice caps only only extended down to about where Maine is, and in the Southern Hemisphere, they likely extended far enough to gently graze the southern coast of Australia.
The ice age is the first one of the Quaternary and is thought to have lasted nearly 70,000 years.
Unlike the Paleogene Ice age, this one isn’t associated with any significant extinction events, but the drop in sea levels likely caused a land bridge to form between North America and Asia, allowing North American animals to migrate into the larger continent and diversify further.
*A/N: nothing really to say here other than the fact that I decided to nerf the sizes of Australian arthropods, so Springtrap Centipedes are more in line with a mid sized alligator rather than a saltwater crocodile.
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2023.06.10 19:11 forahuvi I contacted my spirit guide for the first time

In the past hour I contacted my spirit guide for the first time. Or one of them.
At the start of my meditation I heard: “Do not fear, God is here”.
I was a little scared, but continued any way. I was sitting in my dim kitchen, with a candle I lit with the intention that it was for my guide. I was sitting in a basic meditation stance and focused for the first couple minutes on my breathing.
I visualized a luscious forest/jungle. I heard crickets and frogs. There were hanging trees, some branches extending to a pond below. There was a waterfall and moss-covered rocks and logs. I walked on a soft earthen path with my hiking boots.
I reached a clearing before I even could have guessed I’d be ready. It was black rocks covered in moss. I saw my spirit guide somewhat. Not very clear.
It’s a she with perfectly shaped nails and hands, almost white as snow. Her voice sounded like my own but slower and more loving. I asked her name and she said Senova. But I’m not sure if I got it right. She was very tall very thin and she didn’t have wings but it’s like energy leaked from behind her that was sort of shaped like what could be wings.
I asked her “who am I” and she said “good / one of the good ones. There is good and evil in this world”.
She told me to keep faith. Enjoy the little things. Spend time with family and friends. That there is a man waiting for me. Someone I should meet.
I sat down on a moss rock and burst out crying. I told her: “I am so tired. I want to go home, I want to go home”. And she said: “not yet”.
Then I thanked God for this experience and blew out the candle.
I’ve been hearing “keep faith” a lot lately so I’ll keep trudging on as I have and stay hopeful.
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2023.06.10 19:00 SkittishReflections I was Forced to Live a Nightmare

When you're rich enough, you get perks you can only dream of. Literally. But somehow, my paradise turned into hell.
Have you ever had a dream so amazing, you wished you could relive it? Explore it? Relish it? Well, when you're rich enough, you don't have to wish. It's a reality thanks to dream banks. You may have heard of them and their pricy services, which include recording, saving, and projecting dreams.
For example, if you'd like a dream recorded, you can book one of their luxurious suites for the night, where the dream techs will fit you with a special helmet and leave you to rest. The next morning, they'll replay the recorded dream for you via the helmet and ask if you want to shell out the extra bucks to save it. If you don't, they'll delete it and you can pay to book for another time to try again.
If you do decide to save it, you must select an item within the dream that will act as the exit key. (This will come in handy during projections.) While still wearing the helmet, you must touch the item, and the dream techs will label those electric signals as the key.
Afterwards, everything is saved under your name, and you can now relive your dream at any time by booking a suite for three, five, or eight hours. Unlike recordings, during projections, you don't have to wait for sleep to come. After you enjoy a snack of your choice, the helmet is fitted and you're immediately transported to your dream, where you have free will and can enjoy it at your leisure. And if you ever need to leave early, this is when you touch the key, which will shut down the helmet right away.
In my case, the key is the stegosaurus leather rug I have hanging on the wall of my throne room. I never have a reason to touch it otherwise, making it a perfect key. I've also never had to touch it. Experiencing life as an all-powerful, worshipped being who lives on my own planet and hunts dinosaurs in my spare time, I relished my dream to the last second.
Yes, the fees are exorbitant, but at the time, I felt it was worth it. The techs were skilled, the system was sleek, and the dreams were private. Each could only be unlocked by the unique brainwaves of the dreamer.
Or so I thought.
My literal nightmare began when I booked a five-hour projection on a rainy Friday afternoon. After taking a sip of champagne to wash down the cranberry brie bites, I settled into the cool silk sheets with a smile. My usual dream tech smiled back as she fastened my helmet, and the last thing I heard was her wishing me pleasant dreams before I was plunged into darkness.
I waited for the split-second adjustment from reality to the dream world, and my confusion grew when I didn't find myself on my throne surrounded by fawning gods and goddesses.
Instead, I found myself in the middle of an endless street. Alone. There were no cars, no life, not even wind. Towering street lamps lined the sidewalk as far as I could see, arcing over the road and tinting everything an eerie red. Behind them, identical buildings stood side by side, silent, their dark, narrow windows hollow.
My pulse spiking, I whipped around. The other direction was just as endless. Uneasy confusion prickled beneath my skin. This had to be someone else's dream. The techs must have made a mistake. I didn't know how it was possible, but there was no other explanation.
My unease piqued as my situation sank in. I was in a stranger's dream and I didn't know the key. I was stuck here until my five hours ran out. Or until the techs realized their mistake. I was ready to rip them a new one once I was out, but until then, I had no choice but to wait.
I studied my surroundings with a frown before I walked over to the curb and sat down, and that was when I noticed I couldn't feel anything. I also noticed I was naked. It didn't matter. There was no one here, and none of this was real anyway.
Time passed, and I tried to distract myself from my nettled offense by humming, but no sound came out. Sitting up, I took a deep breath and screamed. Not even a squeak was heard. I slapped my hand against the ground. Nothing. This place was like a black hole of the senses.
Sighing, I lay down on my back and stared at the red light above me, wondering if I could fall asleep in a dream. I tried, but the more I wished to escape this silent, crimson prison, the more it seemed to come into focus. Soon, the utter lack of noise and movement grew from slightly unnerving to completely intolerable.
There was no way I could wait. I'd go insane. I had to get out of here. I had to find the key.
Jumping up, I ran to the nearest building and wrenched open the door, and a pitch black void greeted me. I gasped, and gasped again as it felt like my very breath was being suctioned out of my lungs. Panicking, silent wheezes rattled in my chest as I struggled to yank myself out of the vacuum, jerking my limbs and bucking my body until I toppled over backwards on the sidewalk.
Gulping in fitful breaths, I scrambled to my feet and ran down the road without looking back, my wide eyes scanning the horizon for salvation. I just wanted out of here, but the hellish path stretched on forever, making me feel like I was running in place as every identical building and street lamp mocked me. Even my silent stomping and mute panting served to draw insanity closer.
And then, a person showed up.
There, in the distance.
With my hope spurred, I raced towards them, desperate. I didn't care who they were. I needed to break this monotony.
As I got closer, hope morphed to confusion, and then to despair. The person was me. It was a mirror, propped up across the entire street.
Sweat-soaked, I slowed down to a jog before I stopped right in front of my reflection. It was me alright, naked, exhausted, and frustrated. But the eyes, something was off about the eyes. With an anxious frown, I stepped closer, staring into them, and they stared back …
… until they glanced behind me.
I gasped and jumped away, and so did my reflection … before it glanced over my shoulder again.
A chill trickled down my spine. My reflection had nothing behind it but the empty street, so I gulped and turned around, and my mouth fell open in a silent scream as a lovecraftian behemoth barrelled its way towards me. With its slick shell gleaming red beneath the lights, it slammed down one spiny tentacle after the other as its five mouths bared their dripping, concentric fangs.
Drenched in undiluted horror, tremors gripped my body as I stumbled away until my back was against the mirror. I knew death was a foolproof key in a dream, but I didn't know if this creature would kill me right away or leave me to suffer in agony until my five hours were up.
With it only inches away, I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed myself into the mirror, and my stomach flipped as I fell backwards. I opened my mouth to gasp, but there was nothing for me to draw in. Floating in an airless void, I flailed and thrashed, my wild eyes scanning the darkness for answers as I began to spin around.
Although death would free me, one of my greatest fears was suffocating. On one of my weightless rotations, a red, glass cube passed me by, and I grabbed it, hoping it was a breathing device. I brought it close to my face, and I gawked at what it held within.
Surrounded by identical buildings and red street lamps while a lovecraftian behemoth tore me apart.
Horrified, I threw the cube as far as I could and increased my efforts to escape this void. Yet all the flailing and thrashing was for naught as the darkness revealed no end. My eyesight began to go red as my lungs spasmed, and I clawed at my throat as my pulse stuttered in my chest.
The red kept growing and growing until it engulfed my entire vision, and I gave up. There was nothing to do but face my fears and die. With my straining heart lumbering, I let myself go limp as I stared at the red and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I wasn't dying.
In fact, I could breathe just fine.
Frowning, I opened my eyes, and intense unease spread through my core. Above me, a red moon had taken up the entire sky, each one of its craters crystal clear, like eyes watching me. I turned my head away, and I realized I was in a park, laying down on the grass. Sitting up, I blinked in surprise at the pond right beside me, its opaque water reflecting the moon's red light. Ducks were swimming in a circle across its surface, their movements smooth with nary a splash.
Trees surrounded us, so dense I couldn't tell when one began and the other ended. It was mind-numbingly quiet here as well, and I still couldn't feel anything or make any noise, but at least the ducks were moving. This place seemed more tolerable than the last, and I was willing to wait out my five hours here. I hoped at least an hour had passed already, but with dreams, one never knew. All I knew was that I was too exhausted to search for the key. And too scared. I didn't know whose dream this was, but they had to be masochistic if they saved this nightmare.
Curling up beside the pond, I worked on calming myself down as I watched the ducks swim in their systematic circle over and over and over. I tried counting the rotations the way one would count sheep, but that still didn't lull me to sleep. I wished I'd chosen the three-hour projection, but at least I hadn't chosen the eight-hour one.
Distorted circus music crackled around me and I jolted up, my heart ricocheting in my chest. There was finally sound, but the last thing I wanted to hear was a cliche horror movie soundtrack. Gulping, I looked around. The music was coming from the trees, and my stomach dropped when I spied a shadow behind one of them. Then another. And another. They emerged into the crimson moonlight, and my blood turned to ice.
I whipped around, trembling to the rhythm of my frantic pulse. They were surrounding me. Dozens of them. As classic as any clown could be. Colorful clothes, big shoes, silly hair, exaggerated makeup. I wasn't scared of clowns, as long as they were where they belonged. And they didn't belong here, staring at me with big, empty eyes and yellow, toothy grins.
I tried to convince myself that they weren't dangerous since they didn't have weapons and didn't seem monstrous, but when they took a step closer in unison, I jumped back, nearly falling into the pond. The ducks remained oblivious, still swimming in their circle. The distorted circus music got louder, and my hair stood on end when I saw the grass ripple in front of each clown. They were sending something my way through the ground.
Panicking, I jumped into the pond, and I screamed as I sank right in. There was no bottom. There was no water either. The pond was filled with red, translucent spheres, each the size of a tennis ball. Still able to breathe, I began swimming through the spheres with clumsy breast strokes, just hoping I could end up as far away from the clowns as possible.
After swimming for what felt like enough time, I tried to swim up, until I realized I had no idea which direction I was facing. Remember a trick for those stuck in avalanches, I spat, but my glob of saliva just hovered in front of me. Before panic could set in, I noticed what looked like an office desk floating amidst the spheres in the distance. After blinking a few times to make sure it was really there, I swam towards it, desperate for any change in my situation.
It was an office desk, a wooden one with carved borders and locked drawers. Tucked beneath it was a stool, and the moment I pulled it out and set it under my ass, an office replaced the red spheres.
I grunted as gravity returned, and I looked around in bewilderment at the cluttered bookshelves and grimy floors. Dust was floating everywhere, highlighted by the red light filtering in through the blinds behind me. I jumped as a clock hanging on the wall chimed. Its glass was too dirty for me to tell the time, but I was glad I could hear. I coughed at the dust. And I could make noise. I dusted my hands. And I could feel. I could even smell, which I now wished I couldn't as I wrinkled my nose at the faint stench of rot.
After failing to read the spines of some of the books on the shelves, I studied the shadowy corners of the room. A slack-jawed skeleton hung in the far end, and a faded poster with anatomical diagrams curled off a cupboard. This had to be a doctor's office. Was the creator of this dream a doctor?
A silhouette slid in front of the frosted glass door, and I gulped as the knob began to turn. A hand reached in, gripping the edge one finger at a time, and my heart dropped as I knew this horror cliche was only going to be followed by another. Having no time to think, I slid off the stool and crouched beneath the desk, my hand over my mouth as cobwebs clung to me.
Praying spiders wouldn't swarm me, I peeked through a small slit in the wood, and I froze when an emaciated nurse walked in the room. Layers upon layers of blood coated her scrubs, so much so that I couldn't even tell what color they originally were. She had no shoes. No feet either. Just ankle stubs, and my stomach turned as I heard bone clunk against the tiles.
A surgical mask covered her face, as bloodstained as her scrubs, and grimy lab goggles obscured her eyes. I was grateful, because judging by the pus leaking out of her scabbed, balding scalp, I didn't want to know what her face looked like. The closer she got, the stronger the stench of rot became, and I struggled to keep myself from retching.
She stopped halfway into the room, and I gawked at her hands. They were transforming. Her fingers elongating into razor-edged blades. She then began to hunch over, and I cringed as her spine cracked and popped until she was as bent as a candy cane, her face staring at her pelvis.
As if that wasn't unsettling enough, her head creaked as it spun around 180 degrees, now facing the front, upside down. Right after, her arms shot to the ground, and I watched with increasing dread as she bent them at the elbows and wrists so they flanked her head like distorted T-Rex arms.
She spread her fingers out and took a few more steps towards me, and I held my breath, hoping she couldn't hear my rabid heart or smell my fear. Her ankle bones clicked and clacked against the tiles as she made her way around the desk, and I cowered as my frantic eyes searched for a weapon. I found none, but I did spy a brass button beside my head.
With her legs now an arms distance away, I had nothing to lose as I jammed my thumb into the button. The back of the desk flung open, and I scrambled to my feet and dashed out from my hiding place, screaming in response to the nurse screeching behind me. Bursting through the door, I held up my fists and began punching like a maniac in fearful anticipation of a horde of nurses swarming me.
Except I was no longer in a hospital. I was in an outdoor parking lot. Alone. And judging by the roiling red clouds, a storm was brewing. After a second to collect my bearings, I dove into the closest car, thankful it was unlocked. The moment I slammed the door shut, lightning blinded me as thunder cracked and the downpour began. Sighing in relief, I tried to shake away my adrenaline, but the bloodshot eyes in my rearview mirror reignited my panic.
Before I could react, a belt snapped over my neck, pinning my head back against the headrest. With a frightened wheeze, I clawed at the leather, and I flinched as hot, heavy breath wafted across my ear. Gagging at the putrid smell, I reached over, desperate to scratch my strangler's face or poke their eyes out.
I felt their greasy hair and tried to pull it, but my fingers refused to hold on. I tried again and again, using my nails for purchase, but the strands just kept slipping out of my weak grip. Shifting focus, I tried to claw at their eyes, but it felt as though I was moving through molasses as my hand slid down their face. Once I felt a wet, bulbous eye, I tried to scratch it, but I didn't have enough strength to do anything damage.
My frustration clashed with my terror and I tried to punch them, but my arm swung back in slow motion and merely prodded a stubbly cheek. Tears welled in my eyes as I writhed and gasped, my strangler's laugh adding insult to injury. Despite knowing death will set me free, fear and self-preservation rummaged through my mind, searching for a solution. And they found one.
Hoping I had enough grip and energy, I reached down and found the reclining lever. Wrapping my fingers around it tight, I jerked it up and heaved my body back, and I gulped in a deep breath as I fell backwards, the belt now slack. Not at all prepared to face my attacker, I slipped out from beneath the belt, flung open the door, and zoomed out into the storm.
Sheets of rain obscured my vision, but not enough for me to see that the keys were left inside a red convertible. After making sure no one was hiding in the back, I jumped in, started the engine, and took off, the wheels squealing through the puddles. A sole street curled down a hill, and I took it, adrenaline pumping in waves through my quivering body.
This rush was a confusing mixture of exhilaration and apprehension. I wanted out, but I wasn't giving up. I made it this far, and I was going to survive every cliche this masochist dreamed up. Sharks? Snakes? Zombies? Bring it on. And afterwards, I was going to detail every single trial and tribulation I went through as I sued the dream bank for all the trauma they caused me.
Up ahead, the road curved, and I gasped as it ended in a cliff. I slammed the breaks, but they didn't do anything. Breaking out in a cold sweat, I slammed them again and again as I yanked the hand break as far as it would go. The car refused to slow down, and I cursed myself for not anticipating this cliche. In a move of desperation, I swerved, but it wasn't enough as the car careened over the edge and took me with it.
My heart hung in my throat as I hung on to the steering wheel, my knuckles white, my screams frozen in my lungs, the raindrops like needles. An endless body of water spread below me, and I knew sharks were my next challenge. I screwed my eyes shut as I awaited the inevitable plunge …
… and I gasped as the car crashed against the surface.
I lurched forward, and I cried out as I bashed my forehead against the wheel. Groaning, I leaned back, my ears ringing as I looked around, disoriented. I was still in the convertible, but we were right side up, having crashed into the concrete wall of an indoor garage. Blood trickled down my face and I reached up, only to feel around my head in shock.
I was wearing the helmet.
Why was it in the dream?
Or had I made it out?
I looked down. I wasn't naked. My pyjamas were plastered to my sweat-soaked skin. I was out. I looked around at the broken glass and mangled metal in confusion. But if I was finally out, why was I in a car and not between silk sheets?
I removed the helmet, and a yell from behind made me jump. I turned to see one of the dream techs running towards me. Was she always that skinny? And why were her scrubs red instead of the usual blue?
She made it to me, panting as she took the helmet out of my hands, and I wrinkled my nose at her unpleasant breath. She said I'd had a nightmare and began sleepwalking, and I'd left the dream bank and stole a car from their underground parking before she triggered a wake-up signal in the helmet, which made me crash.
I stared at her, not believing what I was hearing. I told her I'd booked a projection, not a recording, and she gave me a concerned frown and claimed the opposite. Anger replaced my confusion, and I called her a liar and accused them of misconduct, and she reminded me that dreams can only be unlocked by the dreamer.
Furious, I cursed at her as I tried to get out of the car, demanding to see my file. She was quick to tell me not to move in case I made my injuries worse as she pulled out her phone and said she was going to call an ambulance.
While I sat there and waited, fuming, I glimpsed my reflection in the dangling rearview mirror. Unease rippled beneath my skin and I sat up, grabbing the mirror and angling it to show my neck.
There was an angry red mark across it.
As though I was recently strangled.
Trembling, I tilted the mirror up.
Cobwebs. Stuck in my hair.
Dumbstruck in utter stupefaction, I scanned the rest of my body. My pyjamas were dirty and there was black under my fingernails, but the rest of my examination was cut short by tinny circus music. A chill jolted down my spine and I whipped my head to face the dream tech. That was her ringtone. She smiled as she answered the call, and I drew back at her yellow, toothy grin.
What was going on? I was out of the dream, I knew I was. Had everything been real? What had the dream bank done with me? Done to me?
Ambulance sirens wailed as they entered the underground parking, and the flashing red lights reflecting off the walls triggered my recent traumas. With terror-fueled adrenaline flooding my veins, I jerked my legs free of the wreck, jumped out of the car, and booked it, the dream tech's yells merging with the screeching sirens behind me.
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2023.06.10 18:45 Wassuoand The mmr reset is bull. The Games dead and we all witnessed the final nail in the coffin.

How do they got me teaming up with kids who don’t know how too speed flip. They took people from the high ranks and dragged em down for no reason. While leaving the low ranks where they are. This game is dead and I’m cringing.
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2023.06.10 18:32 Flares117 Did not know there were this many bots or people using AIs generating comments until I made this TIL. I got 37 comments of the same variation from different accounts.

Did not know there were this many bots or people using AIs generating comments until I made this TIL. I got 37 comments of the same variation from different accounts. submitted by Flares117 to mildlyinfuriating [link] [comments]

2023.06.10 18:23 manachronism Hey, does anyone know anybody who does black hair? And good nail techs?

I’m trying to expand my horizons and find a new hairdresser, preferably one who can do 4c hair without heat, lay lace and etc.
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2023.06.10 18:21 CMoonshadow Akainu will betray the Gorosei

Recently, I thought about the difference between Ryokugyu and Akainu – both are on a pretty extreme end of Justice. Although all for justice, Aramaki favours following the justice set by the Celestial Dragons. Sakazuki, however, is more of a law and code follower kinda guy: he has a set of rules and believes them to be absolutely true (morals and ethics aside, that’s not the point here). This means that Akainu kinda has the same attitude to offer to all people, which we have already seen when he lashed out at Gorosei due to Doflamingo’s messing around.
Which led me to this thought: Akainu is loyal to his justice, not to Gorosei. And he has already been kinda annoyed with them.
The war with or the fall of Imu is most likely to happen eventually and I wonder what will happen when Gorosei requests aid from Akainu and the Navy: will Sakazuki offer it? Whether he will see it as an opportunity to set his own justice in stone, or just be outright annoyed because they might be playing around his personal rules again, or whatever else happens–
I think it is very much possible for Akainu to refuse the aid, resulting in the Navy more or less officially rebelling against the World Government (which would be a nail in the coffin for the WG) OR in a more extreme case, I can see Sakazuki straight up killing a Gorosei member out of spite.
And no, I don’t see Sakazuki becoming an ally or “redeeming” himself (as painful as it is, he kinda doesn’t have to since he is following “justice” in One Piece world, pirates ARE criminals and deserters are deserters). Even if that were to happen, Akainu would most likely remain an antagonist to be beaten by Luffy or one of his allies.
Thanks for reading!
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2023.06.10 18:01 ConsumerofToons If the reboot came out years ago and wasn't subject to media controversy, would people be kinder to it?

In 2018, the announcement of a "Rugrats" reboot was mostly met with excited reactions. There were even some skeptics back then who thought that reviving the show was unnecessary, but the vast majority were keen on the idea of the show coming back. In the interrim, after companies started rebooting everything (Compared to 2018, when companies were selective about what they brought back), people's opinions started tilting towards the negative side, feeling like the original show offered all it can and reviving it was "nostalgiabait".
In spite of the negative voices getting louder, the character designs and first look animation were initially praised for being a seamless transition to CG. That is, until those promotion shorts started popping up. People started becoming more anvilicious about the reboot, finding issue with the animation being "stiff" and "soulless", and criticising the character designs for being "uncanny". Things went from bad to worse, when The AV Club publicly announced that Betty was going to be a lesbian in the reboot, and worded it as if the producers made the change out of a place of shallow stereotyping. (All despite Kate Boutilier not mentioning her sexuality in any interview, and the show hardly bringing it up) That was the final nail in the coffin, and people went from mildly criticising it, to waging a war against it, tearing it apart for the character changes (Particularly Lou being a hippie, and Susie being a baby), art style, animation, color schemes, rehashing older episodes (Many believing these were actual scenes from the episodes themselves), and not having a purpose to exist than other being a nostalgia moneygrab.

The naysayers got so loud that they started trying to find anything about the reboot to rip on. (When Kimi was introduced at Angelica's preschool, and corrected Angelica for telling the babies to scram, people were outraged, accusing the reboot of "retconning" Paris despite being a different continuity) While the reboot is popular with it's target audience, and has been able to maintain a big level of success despite all of this, I can't fathom most of the hate towards the reboot at all. It's faithful to the original, has most of the same writers, fixes some of the original's flaws (Angelica having a character arch, and showing a more empathetic side to her compared to the original, Dil being less selfish, having a wider scope of the parents' backstories, making permanent changes to the status quo, answering questions that were left lingering in the original) and is different enough to carry it's identity, but preserves the vision the original brought to the table. I'm even more confused, since it belongs in the same company as DuckTales, and Blue's Clues and You, which were similar reboots, but were positively received with older audiences.
Some of the problem may be that people didn't realize that this was a remake (We didn't get too much information about it until 2021), and it was jarring for them to see the changes they made, but it does raise to question that if this came out in 2018, back when we had reboots like DuckTales, and Muppet Babies, which were lauded for being charming reimaginings, and companies weren't reviving every show under the sun and the media controversies that permeated this show didn't happen, if people would be singing a different tune?
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2023.06.10 17:26 Automatic_Ad_4590 did my father sexually abuse me?

My father although a good father, sexually abused me without him knowing. He taught me masturbation by grinding my penis in like any hard surfaces on a missionary position and he did that multiple times. In his point of view, he was actually making me a man by teaching me”sex” that young. I was like maybe 3-6 year old then and he is thinking it’s just funny and he is making jokes about it. telling it to family and friends and they are just all laughing about it. Little did he know, that his action open my innocence to sexual gratification very early on. I was exposed to some very sensual tv show growing up. Like every night, the whole family is watching this Mexican soap operas that has a lot of torrid kissing and bed scenes. I easily get an arousal very, very young. ( I theorize that it was a major effects of what my father had taught me.) and I started masturbating on the same weird missionary position (grinding my penis on hard surfaces like floor or bed till I ejaculate.) and up to these days that’s how I masturbate/pleasure myself. I feel like I am doing that weekly at that time. and I was caught multiple times by my mother, my sister, and my whole family and they are all laughing, mocking and even impersonating on how I do it. one scene stood-out to me when my aunt saw me doing it and she tells the whole family and neighborhood about it. I was so ashamed to death. I remember how she always make jokes about it in front of my family and many other people whenever she saw me and had the opportunity to do so. In it effects it was ingrained in my mind that anything sexual or sensual was a very, very dirty acts. adding to that ( I must say, the final nail in the coffin.) was an incident when I was a child, playing outside. I was peeing and the zipper of my short was stuck on the foreskin of my penis. I can’t remove it and I badly need to ask for help. my playmates was laughing hysterically when they saw my private parts stuck in that zipper. they call my aunts, uncles and my mother If I remember it correctly , because I started crying. one of my uncle got some cooking oil and he smears that in there until it was removed. ( of course, they are all watching while laughing hysterically and I was so humiliated and embarrassed to death.) following days about the incident was immense taunting and bullying that scars my heart forever. they still make jokes about it till these days which I found very disrespectful and that is one of the most traumatizing events that leads in me hating my private parts, naked body and the act of sex in general. I didn’t study psychology or anything on that regards, but according to my personal research I developed a strong Body Dysmorphia which is a mental illness involving obsessive focus on a perceived flaw or appearance. it ruins my entire life because I just can’t be intimate with anyone. I felt so unworthy of intimacy or any kind of romantic relationships. so whenever people tried to enter that sphere I kinda pushed them away immediately. A particular scene stood-out me, this person that I really like tried to be intimate with me. and as he started caressing my body I just stopped him! even though I really, really like it. I just felt that my body and my private parts was so unworthy for him to see. like for me, my intimate parts just looks really, really horrible for my liking it just looks really normal I think. but my body dysmorphia tells me otherwise. I really, really wanted to be get helped in this area. Should I consult a sex therapist? What you guys think? Thank you so much in advance. Im turning 33and I just come to terms with it at this age.😭
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2023.06.10 17:06 CelebrationMost4160 My ferret has surgery…everything went wrong

I’ll start from the beginning I’ve had my ferret for five years now she’s a Marshall’s ferret I was told that Marshall ferrets don’t live very long by the veterinary I take my ferret to. I couple months ago she started to get a tumor on her front right paw we took her to the emergency vet. They told us to schedule surgery with the exotics team but before we could schedule the surgery we had to schedule a checkup with them. We went to the the check up the veterinarian said bc of my ferrets age she might not do so well with the surgery. We decided to still go through with the surgery. We told the vet tech our concerns about my ferret not being able to keep her cone on we knew from this start this would be an issue. We were told by the vet tech that they could always put a wrap on her. And so we scheduled a surgery with the veterinarian exotics team she did well with the surgery. We pick her up my bf noticed she just had a cone on and no wrap they told him that the veterinarian didn’t want to put a wrap on her bc it could become imbedded into her skin. I was not a part of this conversation so I don’t know if he fought for the wrap. They told him they stitched her up and also put surgical glue to seal it so she would not open the wound easily. We went home that night all was well that night next morning I noticed her cone was off I had to keep putting it back on her every hour. I noticed that her paw was getting red and Swollen it was a weekend so the exotics team was not in we were told that they are in Monday through Friday. So we waited for Monday I scheduled an appointment with exotics that same day we took her id like to mention that the veterinarian that saw her this day was a different one then the one that did her surgery.the vet had told us that had we waited longer she would had to get her paw amputated my ferret was not getting enough blood flow on her paw and was infected they put a wrap on her and prescribed her with a sedative. The vet tech told us while she was in her cage. She had ripped her nail bed off on the right back paw.They sent us home with antibiotics as well. A couple days go by. I started to get her medicine ready for her to take. I noticed her right back paw had a blister at this point it’s a Friday night. The exotic vet isn’t in at all. I kept an eye on it through the weekend. I noticed Sunday it was swollen so I had planned to call first thing Monday morning. Same day I was able to schedule an appointment. We took her. We waited. The veterinarian said that her foot might die off. They gave us more medication that could help her and told us to soak her right back Paw in epson salt. The veterinarian also said that if we needed to amputate that ferrets don’t do well with amputations At this point they don’t know if it was her nail bed breaking that caused it. The vet tech did mention how weird it was that on her same side of her surgery her back Paw has some issues. They told us to schedule another appointment and it would be her last appointment so I scheduled an appointment for Monday with the veterinarian that did my ferrets surgery. I scheduled an appointment with that same vet because the other vet that has been seeing my ferret. Doesn’t have an opening until the 21st of this month and I don’t wanna wait that long My ferrets foot is slowly turning black she isn’t keeping her cone on anymore other than that the paw that she had surgery on looks like it’s healing. She’s eating well. I don’t know what to do at this point anymore. My boyfriend has spent a little bit over $1000 on the vet visits because we were told by the veterinarian that ferrets don’t do well with amputations my boyfriend wants to put her down if she needs an amputation he wants to put her down bc of what the veterinarian has said I agreed I guess what I’m trying to ask is do ferrets do well with amputations or not? I don’t want to euthanize her because other than her right back paw she’s fine Yes I think she’s in pain but other than that she seems fine. I’d also like to mention she’s on pain medication to mange her pain.
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2023.06.10 17:00 _call-me-al_ [Sat, Jun 10 2023] TL;DR — This is what you missed in the last 24 hours on Reddit

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Research has shown that most middle-aged and older adults feel younger than they actually are, and this phenomenon has been labeled subjective age bias. Interestingly, new research provides evidence that this effect is increasing over time
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When house prices increase, homeowners are likely to strengthen their belief in meritocracy. They rationalize that income distribution in society is fair and that economic success and failure are primarily determined by individual efforts.
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SpaceX Dragon capsule breaks U.S. spaceflight records
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Should future Mars missions have all-female crews? A team of researchers found that, on a 1,080-day mission, a four-member, all-female crew would need 3,736 pounds (1,695 kilograms) less food than an all-male crew would, amounting to a savings of $158 million.
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TIL that Varina Davis, the First Lady of the Confederate States of America, was personally opposed to slavery and doubted the Confederacy could ever succeed. After her husband’s death, she moved to New York City and wrote that “the right side had won the Civil War.”
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What’s the craziest thing you’ve eaten out of politeness?
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I started breaking eggs on a flat surface… but now I’m dripping egg white all over the counter.
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Accidentally bought Tamarind paste from India instead of Tamarind paste from Thailand. Apparently they're drastically different and not interchangeable. What do with Indian Tamarind Paste?
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[Homemade] Thin-Crust Pepperoni & Pickled Jalapeño Pizza
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How we breathe
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2023.06.10 16:32 Akut-Luna Hair has no ground shadow

Hair has no ground shadow
Hi I have a question. I have this base but her hair has no shadow. I tryed differnent SPH and toon files but no luck (side note, if someone could explain what this files are to, I'd be very thankful. Same with the other material settings) I also tried different drawing orders (first stage then model and first model then stage) but it made no difference.
no ground shadow for the hair
hair material in pmx editor
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2023.06.10 16:08 AbbreviationsWarm383 Daimler The Engineer

Daimler M. Johann
Age 26
Birthplace august 8
Race Human Mink hybrid
Affiliation shipwright
Nickname The Engineer
Birthplace North blue
He is characterised by his brown skin, vivid red eyes, soft but sharp angular facial features, no eyebrows on his forehead, and shoulder-length mainly white-grayish hair with a red patch linear to the divide, which he wore divided down the middle on his head with two separate partings on either side of his face with a small section on one side with a bead in his hair. Stands at 8’7 with a strong but lanky build and a 7’7 wingspan. His attire consisting and is wrapped in bandages showing only hair, mouth, eyes and tips of fingers & toes. they also wear dark greyish beige pants with black boots and a black feather coat with silver lining along the feathers worn on their shoulders like a cape with 2 gold nails in both his ears as piercings, wearing gold gear shaped rings on some of his fingers & one large gold gear ring around his neck. He sports a gold plate on his face with black iron studs on the going down the sides and along the jawline meeting at the chin, also in front his face just above where the eyebrows would be as well. The user also sports black iron studs across his knuckles, forearms, elbows, calves, knee’s, shoulder traps & blades.
he has some regular traits of a d member having Extreme narcolepsy and wacky sleeping schedule and eats tons of food. He can be quite smart and quick to catch on. He has a greate sense of confidence in his abilities also does know how to gauge someone’s strength. Most of the time he acts like quirky stubborn teenager that has utter fearlessness and unwavering belief in himself. He mostly marches at the beat of his own drum, unwilling to approach anything unplanned or without a strategy of some form. While tends can act or engage in childish behavior or games at relaxed times, He like sharing things with his crew. He can be very forgetful but always pulls through. He has notable durability, endurance & speed
Devil fruit
Metal Metal no Mi, a paramecia type devil fruit can create and manipulate metal from their body or other surfaces through contact at will, making him a metal creation human
Advanced Aramament & Advanced Conquers haki, Advanced Observation haki. He also has welder, periodic table, mechanics, cybernetic’s & pneumatics knowledge. rouikishi master, electro user,Shipwright
Combat style
He fights bare handed brawling and throwing people into things trying to crush their body against things. He also can create large metal apparatus’s for arms or legs to crush the target. He will sometimes back up and create a type of electric wrist cannon or gun to shoot. Other times he will create mechanical animals and charge them with his electro wiring them to go help kill a designated target or with crowd control. He can also coat and or imbue his punches, kicks and grapples with electro making it harder for their opponent. He has made body apparatus’s to deal with different types of zoan users as well. Spending time with vegapunk gave him more insight on inventions to use in & out of battle powered by his electro
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2023.06.10 16:05 Active-Tennis3160 Core Game Bad

Probably an uncommon take but I feel like the core game of rimworld is hot garbage - not because the content is bad, but because the mechanics are bad.
The combat is simple and unfun: You put your guys in their positions and the enemy puts their guys in their positions and then you shoot at eachother until one of you is dead - You're punished for moving (Which makes sense but is unfun) because then you get shot to shit because you're out of cover. The set up for combat is entertaining (The planning and designing of your defences) but once that's done it's over.
Colonists are pre-sentient because you are meant to micromanage the shit out of them with zones and drafts; they have no sense of self-preservation whatsoever.
The story-tellers are kinda retarded - Normal ass classic storyteller sending multiple seperate packs of manhunting animals at the same time is absurd.
The idea that random bits of steel from destroyed objects spike my wealth is also ridiculous and makes mountain bases far more of a liability than they should be. Uniquely infestations are usually not much of a problem for me but I do use both Windows and now Run and Gun - both of which heavily lessen the threat of melee enemies. This doesn't personally bother me. It's not the dificulty that I have a problem with it's how stale combat is without modded mechanics.
I've mentioned in a previous post how stupid raiders are: They just burn shit and cook themselves instead of taking the things they should.
A lot of stuff is inaccessible to you without grabbing a lottery ticket: Components and Plasteel are huge bottlenecks that require you to go out and find a place that sells them and there's no guarantee that you'll have one nearby. This wouldn't matter if moving around the world-map wasn't as uninteresting as it is. I had a run where I just made a bunch of food and then watched as my caravan walked its ass over to the crashed ship - no interaction whatsoever required and even if I was attacked it'd be another sit behind some rocks and wait style combat.
Maybe I've just been ruined by other games but after getting Sidearms/Run and Gun/Giddy Up/Psycasts Extended and seeing just how much better the base game is with a little bit more interactivity I just feel like mods are a REQUIREMENT to enjoy Rimworld.
I know there are people who like it vanilla (Which runs completely contradictory to my core point) but I feel like those people are far and few between. Maybe I'm just missing something and all of this is completely wrong.
I've got 2000 Hours in this game so Clearly these issues haven't exactly been a nail in the coffin but I find that they come up a lot.
Little things like doctors going half a mile to grab medicine, Caravans taking a million years to setup because some guy decided to go to sleep even though everyone is ready to go, Pawns targeting enemies a million miles away instead of the guy charging at them with a spear or the absolutely absurd accuracy calculations really mess me up when they happen.
Is the average person really that bad at aiming that with an LMG they miss every single shot against a lion?
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2023.06.10 15:58 You_got_oli_SYKEDlol Bmth isn’t just music

(This is a long and deep read fair warning) A lot of people hear rawrs and blehs and think “oh that’s just heavy nonsense”. But god damn bmth are lyrical geniuses and their words do more for some people than therapy ever could.
I had been listening to sempiternal since it came out without realizing what it was really about. In 2019 I became addicted to ketamine, and until 2022 I would try to quit, fail, try again, and fail. I was in so many toxic relationships and what I thought was the nail on the coffin was when I got cancer. Early 2022 I’m locked in my room, wondering what the hell is wrong with me and debating ending it all, thinking there is no hope. Sleepwalking is on. I hear the words “fell into another hole again” and think “hold up he might be talking about a k-hole”, decide to look up the lyrics, and listen to the song while reading the lyrics, and realize that the song is about exactly what I was going through. Then it turns out that whole album is almost word for word everything I was experiencing. It did for me what no therapy, friend, or partner had done and I never did ketamine again after hearing that.
That brings me to my next example, cancer. They never thought I would die because I caught it early, but the chemo and everything else made me wish I could just die. I was dating someone who I chose to see only good in but was a disgusting woman inside, and the fact I was addicted to ketamine for the better part of having cancer and for that whole relationship didn’t exactly make me think clearly. Before I beat ketamine all I would listen to was their heavy shit. After I beat ketamine I cut that girl off but the lingering depression and feeling of impending inevitable doom was still inescapable. I decided to give that’s the spirit a run and even though it wasn’t as relatable to what I was dealing with as sempiternal was to a ketamine addiction, certain lines like “so leave a light on, I’m coming home, it’s getting darker but I’ll carry on” and “when it rains it fucking pours but I think I like it”, pretty much all of avalanche, pretty much all of drown, and even though I don’t like the song that much, pretty much all of throne helped me start moving towards recovery mentally. Within a month or 2 after that my thought process was completely turned around and and I beat cancer for good a couple months after that.
Now the big lingering problem behind all that was extreme alcoholism, no matter how many times I tried going sober I never stayed that way. I knew it was impossible for someone like me to completely stop drinking and partying, but I thought it was either an all in or all out thing, so that’s what I kept trying to do. Eventually songs like “oh no” and others about abusing it made me realize it’s not a party if it happens every night, and other things in life made me realize drinking and partying are not evil, but if you drink and party for no celebratory cause all the time it’ll lead to something evil. Now I’ve learned balance. Typically I’ll drink once a week or 2, if it’s something like my birthday I’ll go on a 3 day bender then take a month or so off drinking. At first it was because of the rules I made for myself, but now it’s because that’s what I want to do. Since I stopped drinking all the time I’ve become so much healthier mentally and I’ve become a productive person instead of a degenerate.
If you have a friend going through any of the things I listed and nothing is working for them try getting them to listen to the things I listened to. Bmth isn’t just music if you listen to them in the right way.
Also I doubt you’ll see this but oli I owe you my life, I know half your fan base says “oli saved me!!!” and that it’s a typical scene thing to say, but seriously you did save me. No matter what genre this band is doing and no matter what path they take bmth will always have a special place in my heart.
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2023.06.10 15:31 femboi_ezra black fishnet and nail polishing

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2023.06.10 14:32 DaruiDeiNove What's the most oddly specific but not overtly sexual request you've ever been asked?

Like I had a woman ask if I could paint my nails black and speak only in whispers in the bedroom.
One woman got turned on by watching me eat chicken McNuggets.
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2023.06.10 14:05 Small_Can_2569 [spoiler discussion]the tragedy of authority users

hey everyone, this post might be a little bit long but its a subject that I always wanted to talk about which is the tragedy of authority users and how is this connected to our main character Natsuki subaru struggles

first of all lets dive in the lives of other authority users namely the witches of sins, every single one of these witches gets their power to grant them a wish, something that present their deepest desires and dreams only for this same wish to turn into in endless nightmare's that only them can experience
and as if fate is actually mocking them the witches becomes the same thing they detest in this world, leading them to a path of pain and destruction, and I'm gonna rent about them a little to show my point.
starting with the witch of wrath Minerva who detested pain and suffering and most of all the endless conflict between humans named " war ", Minerva was always crying and weeping because of these tragedies that involved in front of her, however this wasn't enough, no matter how much she cried over the fallen they will never come back, no matter how many time she pledged for humans to stop war they never listened, over and over again Minerva continue to see people hurt and in pain seeking in answer Minerva finally found salvation in the form of a witch factor
the witch factor guided the witch of wrath to release her dearest wishes which is to save others, she's finally capable of ending this deadly war right ? unfortunately this wasn't the case, because the price for saving all these people were the death of others, the witch of wrath became the source of pain and suffering for thousands of people ironically became the one thing she detested the most, and even then Minerva the witch of wrath continue with her false salvation never looking back again.
the witch of pride typhon, the child who learned the important of punishment's before learning the important of life wondered day and night for in answer for her question " what makes a sinner a sinner? and how should I determine that? " until one day she received the witch factor, like a blessing from the heavens typhon finally reached her answers, the answer is in the heart of the sinner, if a person believed themselves to be a sinner then they will be punished accurately
to continue her mission typhon decided to be the one who pass judgment upon others not knowing that she become the greatest sinner, she become the witch who pears the sin of pride, the father of all sins making her the greatest sinner of them all
the witch of lust, who believed in love and its own strength and that love should always be rewarded with love, was once a girl who dreamt of a perfect fairy tale with the love of her life, turned into a witch who demand that love and oppose it on others going against what love stand for, Carmela the witch of lust forced what she thought was love even though it was just her twisted view on love, a selfish disgusting forced love, while keeping herself away from anyone so she will never suffer the groans of love ever again
or the witch of greed echidna who was once in innocents girl who only wanted to help others and make them happy, she saw that the world was full of tragedies and that by using her own authority one day she will reach every tear, if she never give up she will help everyone on this sad world, every mistake every tragedy was necessary for her desirable future, the witch of greed becomes corrupter with this same desires and tragically become the source of other people suffering.
or maybe the witch of gluttony who becomes corrupted due to her soul that is empty, seeking nothing but food to satisfy her emptiness, the witch who in my opinion has the most tragic life out of all the witches, a victim who unwillingly was trapped in endless pain she didn't even chose, Daphne didn't seek anything from the witch factor at that point, before her transformation she was normal girl, unlike other witches Daphne salvation was nothing but tragedy that involved before the witch factor even chose her
and last but not least the witch of sloth whos simply wanted to rest, however she never let people rest of her power that crushes anything and everyone, she accompany typhon in hope she will stop typhon rampage only for it to be a bigger mess, Sekhmet the witch who surrender for her never ending sloth and let the witch factor eats her soul and feed on her sloth
now what all of this have to do with Subaru? the answer is actually quite easy, Subaru even though his a human "something no one can deny" Subaru is still in Authority user, just like how Authorities start to feed on the witches sins corrupting's them and shape them to be the monsters we know, Subaru Authority do exactly that too
at the beginning you might never notice it, RBD is effecting Subaru mentally and physically, Subaru also shows sighns of not being able to bear with this new founding power, but little by little Subaru started to change, his ideology and believes plus his determation was being tested over and over again sharpening his resolve
Subaru want to save others, in arc 8 Subaru told Vincent that he understand that he cant save everyone so what some other fans are arguing about sometimes is not the problem, Subaru will never sacrifice someone in the name of greatest good, sorry but this will never happened, Natsuki Subaru just like any other witches is forcing himself or rather is creating a hell for himself where he will reach his desires
he will lose some people, he cant save everyone he understand that however to save those who he swear to save Subaru will put himself in hell for that, it will be easier if he just stopped doing that, it will be merciful on his soul to let go, however unfortunately this is not how Subaru or other witches thinks
chapter 75 was the nail in the coffin for me, it was the absolute prove that Subaru will do the impossible to reach a satisfying outcome, its not necessary for you to be his friends, it doesn't matter if you were his immoral enemy or even someone he despise, he will put himself in hell so he will safe you and feel satisfied, just like other witches who has been granted a salvation that only made things more painful for them yet they will never give up on it because moving forward id the only ting they know Natsuki Subaru salvation was nothing but the hell he will continue to create for himself seeking salvation and a hope of a happy ending that he doesn't know if it even exist, the perfect world that is build upon death and suffering, a reality that he is satisfied with even if it was built on his sorrow

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2023.06.10 13:36 Woko_O I got my toenail removed, how long does it take for me to get back in to sport?

I accidentally droped metal sheet on my toenail, it got black under so I went to see doctor. He just said the best way to do it is to remove whole toe nail. So he did, clean everything and put bandage over it. It hurts but I'll probably survive
Anyway I know nails grow for a long time, but how long it can take to get back to bike ridind etc? I will try to be careful but I don't want to be at home whole summer.
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2023.06.10 13:27 disjointed_chameleon Strange dreams?

I'm not normally the type to put too much stock into abstract things having meaning, so to speak. I work in STEM, and tend to be the type of person that believes in cold, hard fact and evidence that can be proven or demonstrated. However, a dream I had last night has stuck with me.
TLDBLUF: Married for eight (almost nine) years. Contemplating divorcing my husband. In addition to having serious anger problems, having a history of excessive drinking issues, and being emotionally, verbally, and psychologically abusive, he's also been chronically unemployed/underemployed for just about five years now. Over the past four years or so, he's also made some extremely irresponsible financial decisions, and I've basically been forced to financially 'clean up the mess', so to speak. He also refuses to get any type of help, and refuses to leverage (FREE!) resources that are available to him (he's a veteran). So, in a nutshell, not only have I been keeping us afloat for almost five years, but I've also simultaneously been treated like crap. I often feel like I'm essentially paying to be treated like crap, and it sucks donkey kong.
After years of putting up with it, I finally started taking a stand against it when 2023 began. I've begun making efforts to eat healthier, exercise daily, save a small amount of $ each week (something is better than nothing), and most importantly, have started pushing back on his abusive behavior by standing up for myself when he treats me like crap. I also recently started therapy for myself.
Last night, I had a weird dream. In the dream, I had been informed that he was dead/had died. I have vivid images of what this dream included: being led to a coffin with his body in it, and me breaking down and crying over it. Another vivid image is a bunch of people/letters showing up at the front entrance of my house, with messages of support and care. The dream also included me randomly breaking down in tears at different times.
I can't help but wonder if this is some sort of 'sign', or something of the sort. Like, a proverbial 'nail in the coffin' signifying that this marriage really does need to or should end. Again, I'm not the type of person to put much stock into things like dreams, but this dream felt oddly cryptic, and so vivid it almost felt real.
Has anyone else had strange dreams as they navigate the process of divorce/separation/contemplating divorce?
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