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r/LilGrabbies
2017.04.08 23:44 Thonster r/LilGrabbies
The best collection of tiny human-like animal hands!
2016.11.06 01:59 Yes_Man_Good_Man BarryBeeBenson
Barry Bee Benson is my hero.
2019.03.26 22:23 Jebie77 Memes about FC
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2023.06.06 22:35 FictionalFolly 26F Looking for long-lasting friendship
I live in the U.S. (southern WA) and I'm looking for a platonic only but deep relationship with another person, hopefully a woman or feminine leaning person. I'm of course hoping for someone in the PNW but long distance is also manageable for me. I'm hoping for someone to chat with often, hopefully daily as I have a lot of time on my hands.
I've struggled with mental health all my life, but that doesn't mean I'm unhappy. I have a great life and many passions and all too many plans I'd love to verbally ambush you with. I've done a large amount of self work and I'm a much better friend than I was in my youth and I'd love to speak to someone who also knows in their heart that they're a good friend. There's no need to put each other down or judge things that might be difficult or impossible to change.
I love deep talks of emotional significance, taking turns rattling on about our dreams, and trying to be better people. It's okay if it's hard, it's supposed to be.
I'm most interested in agriculture start-ups, permaculture, intentional communities, animals, and plants. but I spend most of my time on the semi educational side of youtube, reading, and cooking/cleaning. Every year during the summer I fall in love with berry picking all over again.
My entertainment is videogames (right now diablo 4 and genshin impact, waiting for SOS:AWL), anime (mostly light hearted romances with some attack on titan and black butler), and my favorite "young adult" cartoons (steven universe, owl house).
Please message me with what your dreams are and your favorite thing to talk about. I look forward to hearing from you. Thank you-
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I've struggled with mental health all my life, but that doesn't mean I'm unhappy. I have a great life and many passions and all too many plans I'd love to verbally ambush you with. I've done a large amount of self work and I'm a much better friend than I was in my youth and I'd love to speak to someone who also knows in their heart that they're a good friend. There's no need to put each other down or judge things that might be difficult or impossible to change.
I love deep talks of emotional significance, taking turns rattling on about our dreams, and trying to be better people. It's okay if it's hard, it's supposed to be.
I'm most interested in agriculture start-ups, permaculture, intentional communities, animals, and plants. but I spend most of my time on the semi educational side of youtube, reading, and cooking/cleaning. Every year during the summer I fall in love with berry picking all over again.
My entertainment is videogames (right now diablo 4 and genshin impact, waiting for SOS:AWL), anime (mostly light hearted romances with some attack on titan and black butler), and my favorite "young adult" cartoons (steven universe, owl house).
Please message me with what your dreams are and your favorite thing to talk about. I look forward to hearing from you. Thank you-
2023.06.06 22:34 RebelUpwards Etechnik student next semester. Transfer from another university. i have a couple questions
hey everyone. im in in a tu where i just have 6 other komilitonen from the same semester. place is small, no actual student life, etc etc, so im planning now to move to leipzig after second semester at said uni.
i have a couple questions, based on difficulties ive faced! here:
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i have a couple questions, based on difficulties ive faced! here:
- even though i am an international student, i really want to have "anschluss" through german friends, but so far ive found it hard because not too many germans in my vicinity are good english speakers. ideally obviously id prefer speaking german, but so far, languge barrier is a bitch. is it anything similar at htwk?
- how available are altklausuren and hausaufgaben (if required by certain modules. im not too aware of the system of a hochschule)? how can i get my hands on some?
- how would you rate your experience overall as a student here? in terms of professor quality all the way to student life and student organizations.
2023.06.06 22:33 DashRender3850 Possible first experience? Anyone have something like this?
First off, I’m a skeptic and a higher-educated scientist through and through. I use the scientific process daily in my work and my beliefs (Scully style). No offense to anyone here, I can’t help it but while I’ve always adored the subject and follow it and want it to be true, nothing short of physical evidence of contact will ever garner my real attention.
But then last night… Have you ever just KNOWN something? Once when I was young and hiking, I just “knew” beyond doubt something bad happened while I was out hiking, and I had to get back quickly to find out the news. which ended up being exactly what I already expected. Likely coincidence, but last night I had that feeling again - that I was going to make myself mentally available to “hear” something. How I would and what it was I was supposed to hear, I did not know. I’ve never done hallucinogenics or tried meditating so I don’t have the accurate words for this, but I didn’t fight it and as I laid down in the dark for sleep I mentally made myself available. Rather quickly I, for the fist time ever, starting seeing very alarmingly vivid images of vague non-human(?) faces (?) in and out of focus. Like not seeing them on a TV but understanding kinda the face behind the attempted “contact”. No sounds or auditory communication, just an immense and certain feeling being pushed on me of “be ready” kinda? Or like, just making me aware of a big imminent event and be open to it? I wasn’t asleep, and kept opening my eyes when it got too strong or alarming. All of this still, in my skepticism, I’ll just relate to a psychogenic event. But what really weirded me out is that I have two dogs who lay down for bed with me, and without fail whenever I “let it in” too deeply and got alarmed, they both started crying out and their sleep in complete correlation with the timing and level of strength-alarm I felt it too. As if the projection was not a precise perfectly-aimed process. And when I stopped letting it in they too made no more cries (not typical for them in the first place).
Again, I still do not accept this logically as a real event, but the curiosity in the dark of my brain had to ask if anyone else had similar event. If you anyone knew how cynical and evidence-based I am, the fact I’m even considering would be a real shocker and I’m too embarrassed to bring it up to anyone I know in real life.
Oh, P.S. I wasn’t aware of all the exciting UFO news going on until after this experience.
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But then last night… Have you ever just KNOWN something? Once when I was young and hiking, I just “knew” beyond doubt something bad happened while I was out hiking, and I had to get back quickly to find out the news. which ended up being exactly what I already expected. Likely coincidence, but last night I had that feeling again - that I was going to make myself mentally available to “hear” something. How I would and what it was I was supposed to hear, I did not know. I’ve never done hallucinogenics or tried meditating so I don’t have the accurate words for this, but I didn’t fight it and as I laid down in the dark for sleep I mentally made myself available. Rather quickly I, for the fist time ever, starting seeing very alarmingly vivid images of vague non-human(?) faces (?) in and out of focus. Like not seeing them on a TV but understanding kinda the face behind the attempted “contact”. No sounds or auditory communication, just an immense and certain feeling being pushed on me of “be ready” kinda? Or like, just making me aware of a big imminent event and be open to it? I wasn’t asleep, and kept opening my eyes when it got too strong or alarming. All of this still, in my skepticism, I’ll just relate to a psychogenic event. But what really weirded me out is that I have two dogs who lay down for bed with me, and without fail whenever I “let it in” too deeply and got alarmed, they both started crying out and their sleep in complete correlation with the timing and level of strength-alarm I felt it too. As if the projection was not a precise perfectly-aimed process. And when I stopped letting it in they too made no more cries (not typical for them in the first place).
Again, I still do not accept this logically as a real event, but the curiosity in the dark of my brain had to ask if anyone else had similar event. If you anyone knew how cynical and evidence-based I am, the fact I’m even considering would be a real shocker and I’m too embarrassed to bring it up to anyone I know in real life.
Oh, P.S. I wasn’t aware of all the exciting UFO news going on until after this experience.
2023.06.06 22:33 camifrog 3yo rescue gets very defensive in places he rests
We got our rescue (3yo, m, nutered) in November 2022, so we've had him for a little more than half a year. He isn't that big, we guess a mix of Corgi, Jack Russel and maybe Dachshund.
Around us he is really sweet and trusting by now, listens mostly, except when he is being very stubborn, but that happens very rarely by now. We went to training sessions with a professional trainer and got a single session with her as well.
The problem we currently have is occuring since he settled in properly with us about 5 month after we got him: He gets defensive around us and especially me (27,f). I take him to the office everyday, and he has been a little growly from the start, but got better quite quickly, but now the behaviour is back and even worse than before. He has his own bed next to my desk in the office I share with another coworker. Some coworkers he doesn't growl at, the ones that 'get' dogs and kneel down to greet him. He stops his behaviour almost immediately if they do that. But if my coworkers just continue as normal and come in to ask me a question or need to discuss something he will growl, bark and sometimes lunge and snap (not bite) at them. That's obviously really scary for people who aren't around dogs a lot, or know that behaviour. He does have enough space to retreat and nobody really invades that space.
In the last couple of weeks he has also developed that behaviour in restaurants towards waiters. He didn't use to do that but was always quite chill.
He doesn't do that when we are walking or standing. Also not on walks with other dogs. Only when we sit down for longer than 10min, he seems to think he needs to protect the place.
We really don't know what to do anymore. We gave him more rules in the house, as our trainer suggested, like not being allowed on the bed or couch anymore and feeding him out of our hands. He reacted really well to that, and he sleeps through the night a lot calmer, but his defensive behaviour didn't change. Our trainer says "to just avoid people getting to close" but that's just not an option, because we wouldn't be able to have guests over or for me to talk to my coworkers.
Did anyone have a similar experience and can help?
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Around us he is really sweet and trusting by now, listens mostly, except when he is being very stubborn, but that happens very rarely by now. We went to training sessions with a professional trainer and got a single session with her as well.
The problem we currently have is occuring since he settled in properly with us about 5 month after we got him: He gets defensive around us and especially me (27,f). I take him to the office everyday, and he has been a little growly from the start, but got better quite quickly, but now the behaviour is back and even worse than before. He has his own bed next to my desk in the office I share with another coworker. Some coworkers he doesn't growl at, the ones that 'get' dogs and kneel down to greet him. He stops his behaviour almost immediately if they do that. But if my coworkers just continue as normal and come in to ask me a question or need to discuss something he will growl, bark and sometimes lunge and snap (not bite) at them. That's obviously really scary for people who aren't around dogs a lot, or know that behaviour. He does have enough space to retreat and nobody really invades that space.
In the last couple of weeks he has also developed that behaviour in restaurants towards waiters. He didn't use to do that but was always quite chill.
He doesn't do that when we are walking or standing. Also not on walks with other dogs. Only when we sit down for longer than 10min, he seems to think he needs to protect the place.
We really don't know what to do anymore. We gave him more rules in the house, as our trainer suggested, like not being allowed on the bed or couch anymore and feeding him out of our hands. He reacted really well to that, and he sleeps through the night a lot calmer, but his defensive behaviour didn't change. Our trainer says "to just avoid people getting to close" but that's just not an option, because we wouldn't be able to have guests over or for me to talk to my coworkers.
Did anyone have a similar experience and can help?
2023.06.06 22:31 ptorres324 The Story of Finn Balor and how he became The Demon King
 | Finn Balor was a normal human being, until one day he discovered a strange tattoo on his chest. It was a red symbol that looked like a pair of wings and a tail. He had no idea where it came from or what it meant, but he felt a strange connection to it. submitted by ptorres324 to u/ptorres324 [link] [comments] He soon realized that the tattoo was not just a decoration, but a mark of a powerful entity that lived inside him. The entity called itself the Demon, and it claimed to be an ancient spirit of chaos and destruction. It said that it had chosen Finn as its host, and that it could grant him incredible strength and speed, but at a price. The Demon wanted to take over Finn's body and mind, and use him as a vessel to unleash its wrath on the world. It said that Finn had to surrender to it willingly, or it would force its way out. The Demon also warned Finn that if he resisted, he would suffer unbearable pain and madness. Finn was terrified by the Demon's words, but he also felt a curiosity and a temptation. He wondered what it would be like to have such power, and what he could do with it. He also wondered if he could control the Demon, or at least coexist with it peacefully. He decided to test the Demon's abilities, and see for himself what it could do. He went to a local wrestling gym, where he met some of his friends who were also wrestlers. He challenged them to a friendly match, and activated the Demon's power. As soon as he did, he felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins. His muscles bulged and his body became more ripped, his eyes glowed red, and his tattoo spread all over his body. He looked like a demonic version of himself, with horns, fangs, claws, and scales. His clothes transformed into red and black leather trunks with black boots and knee pads. He appeared as a wild demonic warrior! He also felt a change in his personality. He became more aggressive, confident, and ruthless. He didn't care about the rules or the safety of his opponents. He wanted to dominate them, hurt them, and make them fear him. He easily defeated his friends, who were shocked and scared by his transformation. They tried to reason with him, but he ignored them. He only listened to the Demon's voice in his head, which urged him to continue his rampage. He left the gym, and headed to the streets. He saw people running away from him in panic, but he didn't care. He felt invincible and unstoppable. He felt like he was the king of the world. He was wrong. He soon encountered a group of criminals, who were robbing a bank. They had guns and explosives, and they were threatening to kill the hostages if anyone tried to stop them. They saw Finn approaching them, and they laughed at his appearance. "Look at this freak! What are you supposed to be? A Halloween costume?" They fired at him, but the bullets bounced off his skin. He laughed at their futile attempts, and charged at them. He grabbed one of them by the neck, and lifted him off the ground. He looked into his eyes, and saw fear and pain. He smiled wickedly, and squeezed harder. He was about to snap his neck, when he heard a scream. "Please! Don't hurt him! He's my brother!" It was one of the hostages, who had recognized the criminal as her sibling. She had been forced to join him in the robbery by their abusive father, who had threatened to kill them if they didn't obey him. She ran towards Finn, and pleaded with him to spare her brother's life. Finn felt her touch, and heard her voice. He felt a wave of emotion wash over him. He remembered who he was, and what he had done. He realized that he had gone too far. He dropped the criminal, who gasped for air. He turned around, and looked at the hostage's face. He saw fear and gratitude in her eyes. He also saw blood on her shirt. He looked down, and saw that she had been shot in the chest by one of the other criminals when she ran towards him. She was bleeding profusely. He gasped in horror. "What have I done?" He let go of her, and ran to her side. He tried to stop the bleeding with his hands. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." He felt the Demon's power fading away from him. His body returned to normal. His tattoo disappeared. He also felt the Demon's anger and disappointment in him. "You fool... You weakling... You traitor..." The Demon's voice echoed in his mind. "You had everything... You had me... And you threw it all away... For her..." The Demon spat out one last word before leaving him alone. "Coward..." Finn sobbed uncontrollably. He had lost everything. He had lost himself. But he also gained something. He gained a new purpose. He realized that he had been given a gift, not a curse. He realized that he could use the Demon's power for good, not evil. He realized that he could be a hero, not a villain. He decided to make a vow. He vowed to never let the Demon take over him again. He vowed to only use the Demon's power when he needed to protect the innocent and fight the wicked. He vowed to be the master of the Demon, not its slave. He vowed to be the Demon King. DEMON KING II Finn Balor had become the Demon King, a superhero who used the power of the Demon to fight crime and injustice. He had learned to control the Demon's influence, and only unleashed it when he needed to. He had also made a secret identity for himself, as a journalist who worked for a local newspaper. He had also found love. He had saved the life of the hostage who was shot in the chest by the criminals, and they had fallen in love. Her name was Leah, and she was a nurse who worked at a nearby hospital. She knew about his secret, and supported him in his mission. They were happy together, but they also faced many challenges. They had to deal with the Demon's resentment and jealousy, which sometimes tried to sabotage their relationship. They also had to deal with the enemies that Finn had made as the Demon King, who wanted to destroy him and everything he cared about. One of these enemies was a mysterious figure known as the Dark Lord. He was a powerful and evil mastermind who controlled a vast criminal empire. He had a personal vendetta against Finn, because he was the one who had given him the Demon's mark in the first place. The Dark Lord had been searching for the Demon for centuries, hoping to harness its power for his own nefarious purposes. He had experimented on countless people, trying to implant them with the Demon's essence. But none of them could survive the process, or resist the Demon's will. He had finally found Finn, who was the perfect host for the Demon. He had kidnapped him and tortured him, trying to break his spirit and make him submit to him. He had also branded him with the Demon's mark, hoping to bind him to his will. But he had underestimated Finn's strength and courage. Finn had managed to escape from his clutches, and vowed to stop him from harming anyone else. He had also discovered that he could use the Demon's power against him, as it gave him an edge over his enemies. The Dark Lord was furious and obsessed with Finn. He wanted to capture him again, and make him his slave. He wanted to take away everything he loved, and make him suffer. He wanted to make him pay for his defiance. He devised a plan to lure Finn into a trap. He sent one of his agents to infiltrate Leah's hospital, and plant a bomb in it. He then contacted Finn anonymously, and told him that he had one hour to save Leah and everyone else in the hospital, or they would all die. He also told him that he had to come alone, or he would detonate the bomb immediately. He said that he wanted to face him one-on-one, and settle their score once and for all. Finn was shocked and enraged by the Dark Lord's message. He knew that it was a trap, but he also knew that he couldn't ignore it. He loved Leah more than anything in the world, and he couldn't let her die. He decided to go to the hospital, and try to find and disarm the bomb. He also decided to activate the Demon's power, and prepare for a fight. He kissed Leah goodbye, and told her that he loved her. He also told her that he would be back soon. He hoped that he was telling the truth. ``` Finn Balor arrived at the hospital, and looked for the bomb. He used his enhanced senses to scan the building, and detected a faint signal coming from the basement. He followed it, and found a metal suitcase hidden behind some boxes. He opened it, and saw a digital timer counting down from 10 minutes. He also saw a complex wiring system connected to a large explosive device. He realized that he had no idea how to disarm it. He cursed under his breath, and tried to think of a solution. He wondered if he could use the Demon's power to destroy the bomb, but he feared that it would cause a bigger explosion. He wondered if he could call for help, but he remembered that the Dark Lord had threatened to blow up the bomb if he did. He decided to try to cut the wires, and hope for the best. He took out his pocket knife, and looked for the right wire to cut. He had seen some movies where they always cut the red wire, but he wasn't sure if that was true. He decided to take a chance, and cut the red wire. He was wrong. The timer sped up, and started counting down from 5 seconds. He panicked, and dropped the knife. He grabbed the suitcase, and ran towards the exit. He hoped that he could get out of the building before it exploded. He was wrong. The bomb went off, and sent a shockwave through the basement. The floor collapsed, and Finn fell into a dark abyss. He screamed, and activated the Demon's power. He hoped that it would protect him from the blast. He was right. The Demon's power shielded him from the fire and debris. He felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins. His muscles bulged, his eyes glowed red, and his tattoo spread all over his body. He looked like a demonic version of himself, with horns, fangs, claws, and scales. He also felt a change in his personality. He became more aggressive, confident, and ruthless. He didn't care about anything else but survival. He wanted to get out of there, and find the Dark Lord. He wanted to make him pay for what he had done. He used his claws to dig his way out of the rubble. He saw a hole in the ceiling, and jumped through it. He landed on the ground floor of the hospital, where he saw chaos and destruction. He saw people running away from him in panic, but he didn't care. He felt invincible and unstoppable. He felt like he was the king of the world. He was wrong. He soon encountered a group of superheroes, who had arrived at the scene to help the victims and stop the culprit. They had heard about the bomb threat, and had rushed to the hospital as fast as they could. They saw Finn emerging from the hole in the ceiling, and they recognized him as the Demon King. They knew that he was a hero who used his power for good, but they also knew that he was unstable and dangerous when he lost control. They decided to try to calm him down, and talk to him. "Hey! Finn! It's us! Your friends!" They shouted at him, hoping to get his attention. Finn heard their voices, but he didn't recognize them. He only saw enemies who wanted to stop him from reaching his goal. He ignored them, and continued walking towards the exit. They tried to block his way, but he pushed them aside with ease. They tried to restrain him with their powers, but he broke free with force. They tried to reason with him with their words, but he didn't listen to them. He only listened to the Demon's voice in his head, which urged him to continue his rampage. "Kill them... Kill them all... They are nothing... You are everything..." The Demon's voice echoed in his mind. Finn obeyed. "' Finn Balor had become a monster. He had lost control of the Demon's power, and had attacked everyone who stood in his way. He had fought the superheroes who tried to stop him, and had injured many of them. He had also caused a lot of collateral damage to the hospital and the surrounding area. He had also lost Leah. She had survived the bomb blast, thanks to the quick intervention of one of the superheroes. She had been taken to another hospital, where she was treated for her wounds. She had also learned about what Finn had done, and she was heartbroken. She couldn't believe that the man she loved had turned into a violent and ruthless killer. She couldn't understand what had happened to him, or why he had changed so much. She couldn't forgive him for what he had done, or trust him again. She decided to end their relationship, and cut off all contact with him. She also decided to move away from the city, and start a new life somewhere else. She hoped that she could forget him. She was wrong. Finn eventually regained his senses, and realized what he had done. He was horrified and ashamed by his actions. He remembered who he was, and what he had lost. He realized that he had gone too far. He tried to find Leah, and apologize to her. He hoped that she would still love him, and give him another chance. He hoped that they could be happy together again. He was wrong. He learned that Leah had left him, and moved away. He also learned that she hated him, and wanted nothing to do with him. He also learned that she blamed him for everything that had happened, and wished that he would die. He was devastated. He tried to contact her, and beg for her forgiveness. He tried to explain what had happened, and how he felt. He tried to tell her that he still loved her, and that he needed her. He was wrong. She ignored his calls, messages, and letters. She blocked his number, email, and social media accounts. She refused to talk to him, or listen to him. She rejected his pleas, and his love. She wanted him to leave her alone. He was crushed. He decided to give up on Leah, and focus on his mission as the Demon King. He decided to use the Demon's power for good again, and fight the Dark Lord and his minions. He decided to redeem himself for his sins, and make the world a better place. He was wrong. He found out that the Dark Lord had escaped from his hideout, and gone into hiding. He also found out that he had hired a team of assassins to kill him. He also found out that he had a new plan to unleash a deadly virus on the city. He was furious. He decided to hunt down the Dark Lord, and stop him once and for all. He decided to use the Demon's power to its full extent, and show no mercy to his enemies. He decided to end this war, and make the Dark Lord pay for what he had done. He was wrong. He fell into another trap set by the Dark Lord. He was ambushed by the assassins, who attacked him with advanced weapons and tactics. He was outnumbered and outmatched by them. He was wounded and weakened by them. He was captured by them. They took him to a secret location, where they tortured and punished him mercilessly. They beat him up, burned him with fire, electrocuted him with wires, injected him with poison, cut him with blades, lashed him mercilessly with a firey bullwhip on his bare back and buttocks, broke his bones with hammers, ripped out his nails with pliers... They did everything they could think of to make him suffer. They also mocked him for being a failure as a hero and a lover. They told him how Leah hated him and wished he was dead. They told him how she had moved on with her life and found someone else. They told him how she was happy without him. They lied to him. They wanted to break his spirit and make him submit to them. They wanted to make him beg for death or mercy. They wanted to make him their slave. They were wrong. Finn endured their torture with gritted teeth and clenched fists. He refused to give in or give up. He resisted their pain and their lies. He fought back with his will and his pride. He also fought back with the Demon's power. He felt the Demon's presence in his mind again, but this time it was different. It wasn't angry or jealous or resentful of him anymore. It wasn't trying to take over him or destroy him anymore. It was trying to help him and save him. It said that it had seen his suffering and his courage, and that it had changed its mind about him. It said that it had realized that he was a worthy host and a worthy partner. It said that it had decided to join forces with him, and fight against their common enemy. It said that it was sorry for what it had done, and that it wanted to make amends. It said that it was ready to be his ally and his friend. It offered him its power and its support, and asked him to accept it. Finn was surprised and touched by the Demon's words. He felt a new connection and a new respect for it. He felt a new hope and a new strength in him. He decided to accept the Demon's offer, and trust it. He said yes. He felt the Demon's power flowing through him, healing his wounds and restoring his energy and health. He felt the Demon's voice guiding him, telling him what to do and how to do it. He felt the Demon's spirit joining him, becoming one with him. He became the Demon King again, but this time he was different. He was stronger, faster, smarter, and more powerful than ever before. He was also more balanced, calm, and focused than ever before. He was ready to escape from his captors, and confront the Dark Lord. He was ready to end this story. ``` Finn Balor escaped from the torture chamber, and fought his way out of the secret base. He used the Demon's power to defeat the assassins and the guards, and to destroy the weapons and the equipment. He also used the Demon's power to track down the Dark Lord, and to find his location. He followed his trail to an abandoned warehouse, where he saw a large truck parked outside. He sensed that the truck was carrying the deadly virus that the Dark Lord had planned to unleash on the city. He also sensed that the Dark Lord was inside the warehouse, waiting for him. He decided to confront him, and stop him once and for all. He decided to use the Demon's power to its full extent, and show no mercy to him. He decided to end this war, and make him pay for what he had done. He entered the warehouse, and saw the Dark Lord standing in front of a large screen. He saw that he was wearing a black cloak and a metal mask, hiding his face and his identity. He also saw that he had a remote control in his hand, ready to activate the virus. He greeted Finn with a cold and sinister voice. "Welcome, Finn Balor. Welcome to your doom." He pressed a button on the remote control, and activated the screen. He showed Finn a live feed of Leah's hospital room, where she was lying on a bed. She looked pale and weak, but she was still alive. He smiled wickedly behind his mask. "Say hello to your girlfriend, Finn. Or should I say, goodbye?" He revealed his plan to Finn. He said that he had planted another bomb in Leah's hospital room, and that he had set it to explode in 10 minutes. He said that he had also infected her with the virus, and that she was dying slowly and painfully. He said that he wanted Finn to watch her die, and to suffer as much as he did. He said that he wanted him to feel helpless and hopeless, and to lose everything he cared about. He said that he wanted him to know how it felt to be betrayed by someone he loved. He said that he was the one who had given Leah the virus. He said that he was Leah's father. He took off his mask, and revealed his face. Finn gasped in shock. He recognized him as Leah's father, who had abused her and her brother for years. He recognized him as the man who had forced them to join him in his criminal activities. He recognized him as the man who had tried to kill them when they refused. He also recognized him as the man who had kidnapped him and tortured him. He recognized him as the man who had branded him with the Demon's mark. He recognized him as the man who had ruined his life. He was the Dark Lord. He laughed maniacally at Finn's reaction. "Surprised? You shouldn't be. I've been watching you for a long time, Finn. Ever since you escaped from me, and became the Demon King. Ever since you met my daughter, and fell in love with her." He explained his motives to Finn. He said that he hated Finn for being stronger than him, and for resisting his control. He said that he hated Finn for being happier than him, and for finding love with his daughter. He said that he hated Finn for being better than him, and for being a hero. He said that he wanted to destroy Finn's happiness, and make him suffer. He said that he wanted to take away his power, and make him weak. He said that he wanted to take away his love, and make him lonely. He said that he wanted to take away his life, and make him dead. He pointed a gun at Finn's head. "Goodbye, Finn Balor. Goodbye, Demon King." He pulled the trigger. He missed. Finn dodged the bullet at the last second, thanks to the Demon's power. He reacted quickly, and charged at the Dark Lord. He tackled him to the ground, and punched him in the face. He fought with all his strength and all his rage. He used his fists and his claws to inflict pain on his enemy. He used his teeth and his horns to draw blood from his enemy. He used his voice and his words to insult his enemy. He wanted to kill him. But he didn't. He stopped himself at the last moment, thanks to Leah's love. He remembered her face and her voice in his mind. He remembered her kindness and her compassion in his heart. He remembered her words and her wishes in his soul. He wanted to honor her. He decided to spare the Dark Lord's life, and let him face justice. He decided to use the Demon's power for good again, and save the city. He decided to redeem himself for his sins, and make the world a better place. He decided to be a hero. He got up from the ground, and grabbed the remote control from the Dark Lord's hand. He pressed a button on it, and deactivated the bomb in Leah's hospital room. He also pressed another button on it, and deactivated the virus in the truck. He saved Leah's life, and the city's life. He smiled with relief and joy. He also felt the Demon's presence in his mind again, but this time it was different. It wasn't angry or jealous or resentful of him anymore. It wasn't trying to take over him or destroy him anymore. It was trying to help him and save him. It said that it was proud of him and his choice. It said that it had realized that he was a true hero and a true king. It said that it had decided to stay with him, and fight with him. It said that it was happy for him and his love. It said that it was ready to be his ally and his friend. It offered him its power and its support, and asked him to accept it. Finn was surprised and touched by the Demon's words. He felt a new connection and a new respect for it. He felt a new hope and a new strength in him. He decided to accept the Demon's offer, and trust it. He said yes. He felt the Demon's power flowing through him, healing his wounds and restoring his energy. He felt the Demon's voice guiding him, telling him what to do and how to do it. He felt the Demon's spirit joining him, becoming one with him. He became the Demon King again, but this time he was different. He was stronger, faster, smarter, and more powerful than ever before. He was also more balanced, calm, and focused than ever before. He was ready to leave the warehouse, and reunite with Leah. He was ready to end this story. But he also wanted to start a new one. A new story of love and happiness. A new story of peace and justice. A new story of Finn Balor and Leah. A new story of the Demon King Finn Balor of today The End ``` |
2023.06.06 22:30 ruinyourself A glimmer of hope for those who need it.
I shared my story here a little over a month ago, here:
https://www.reddit.com/naranon/comments/132g6bl/setting_boundaries_is_this_just_foreve
Sorry this is long, just typing it out helps me a lot. I'd always come here to read other peoples experiences so I thought I'd share mine too, hoping it helps others.
At the end of my last post, my husband began going through withdrawals, admitted that is what was happening and why he started acting so weird and looked so uncomfortable. I made him go to a hotel to go through withdrawals because I'm over it, don't want any of this bullshit in my house, and wanted him to suffer from the consequences of his own choices and actions away from me.
3 or 4 days later, he came back home, still HEAVILY in withdrawals. He said this is, by far, the worst withdrawals he had ever gone though, and they haven't stopped yet. There was no hump to get over. He looked like shit, he stank, he was crawling out of his skin, he was so emotional and hated himself and couldn't stand feeling this way, and he was hyperventilating. He said he needed to go to the ER, so I drove him there. I'm far beyond the point of crying over this shit anymore.
In the ER he got fluids and Ativan which kept him from hyperventilating - his heart rate was through the roof. The meds stabilized him and he was able to relax and speak normally. I said "Yeah, you can't come home after this. You can go to rehab or you can go someplace else." And he agreed and wanted to go to rehab.
I found him a rehab and drove him there straight from the ER. This is his first time in rehab. I dropped him off for the next 30 days.
I thought this would bring me peace, him finally admitting he needed rehab and couldn't handle this on his own, and that he was taking steps to fix this issue. But instead I just felt crushing loneliness, at home with our puppy, all alone. I was incredibly distracted at work, and it really felt like I was in a deep hole I couldn't crawl out of. I've never felt this way before and it freaked me out. There were so many unknowns. I was terrified that after he started feeling marginally better in a week and a half he would call and demand to be picked up, then we'd start all of this all over again.
He did call 10 or so days later, and did ask to be picked up. He complained about some stuff at rehab, the rules, the regimen, etc. I was crushed, since I desperately wanted this to be a life changing experience for him. I refused to pick him up, and immediately called his therapist in rehab to tell them what was going on. He called me back 30 minutes later to apologize and say he would stay and make the most out of it.
Then a huge change happened. He connected on a deep level with the other people in rehab. He heard their stories, and was able to relate to people in the exact situation he was in with work, life, everything. He was around people who had literally nothing for the first time in his life, and it moved him. He was allowed to order a couple things he needed on Amazon, and got a hoodie and some sweatpants for a guy who didn't have a change of clothes. He gave away a pair of his shoes to another guy who only had shoes that didn't fit. He said he laughed more with one of his roommates than he had laughed in years. Many people told him how much of an impact my husband made on them also. This did wonders for his self confidence. He can't bring that stuff up without getting choked up, still.
All of his walls came down. He would talk to his therapist for hours, and she helped him more than I think she'll ever realize. All of his life stresses were validated. All of his idiotic misconceptions about rehab, therapy, and recovery, went away. It started to click, and he was doing what he needed to do to to get better.
He also received an autism diagnosis from his therapist. I think this has helped him immensely, and made him realize why some things in life are harder for him than others. He welcomed this diagnosis and isn't ashamed.
We talked a couple days before he was to be picked up, and requested I bring some specific pairs of shoes he never wore for the guys in there (lol).
He went into PHP immediately after rehab and is still open and willing to continue working in the recovery space. One guy there didn't have any transportation, and my husband cleaned up and brought one of his bikes he never uses. Small things like this made a big difference to my husband. Helping people. I hope he continues in some form.
It's only been a couple of weeks since he's been home, but the change is drastic. He only speaks fondly of rehab and thanked me for not picking him up early. He's been emotional about what he went through, what he's put me though, and is now completely open to self reflection. He shares stories about the other guys he met and connected with, and I think it's really made a huge impact on him, along with the diagnosis he received. It's been like a complete 180. He's shared his addiction story with a handful of friends, talked to my Mom about it, has offered to take drug tests at home (which i'm not interested in), has been taking care of the house/yard, and generally just now a present spouse who isn't hiding away half of the time anymore. The way he speaks about recovery, drugs, and his apparent honesty have put me at ease so much. He's no longer hyper defensive and snippy. He's just.....himself.
For now, things are good. They feel normal. This was my dream outcome from him going to rehab. I know people relapse all the time, and going to rehab once doesn't often "fix" people. I'll probably never stop being on the lookout, but for now, I feel at ease.
When I made the other post, I truly never thought he'd be able to be as open and honest with himself and others about what he was doing and how far gone he was. But rehab really made a huge difference - in his self confidence, in understanding how addiction works and what it is, and the connections he made with others.
So, this is my glimmer of hope. Thanks for reading. I'm holding onto it for now and thankful that I have it.
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https://www.reddit.com/naranon/comments/132g6bl/setting_boundaries_is_this_just_foreve
Sorry this is long, just typing it out helps me a lot. I'd always come here to read other peoples experiences so I thought I'd share mine too, hoping it helps others.
At the end of my last post, my husband began going through withdrawals, admitted that is what was happening and why he started acting so weird and looked so uncomfortable. I made him go to a hotel to go through withdrawals because I'm over it, don't want any of this bullshit in my house, and wanted him to suffer from the consequences of his own choices and actions away from me.
3 or 4 days later, he came back home, still HEAVILY in withdrawals. He said this is, by far, the worst withdrawals he had ever gone though, and they haven't stopped yet. There was no hump to get over. He looked like shit, he stank, he was crawling out of his skin, he was so emotional and hated himself and couldn't stand feeling this way, and he was hyperventilating. He said he needed to go to the ER, so I drove him there. I'm far beyond the point of crying over this shit anymore.
In the ER he got fluids and Ativan which kept him from hyperventilating - his heart rate was through the roof. The meds stabilized him and he was able to relax and speak normally. I said "Yeah, you can't come home after this. You can go to rehab or you can go someplace else." And he agreed and wanted to go to rehab.
I found him a rehab and drove him there straight from the ER. This is his first time in rehab. I dropped him off for the next 30 days.
I thought this would bring me peace, him finally admitting he needed rehab and couldn't handle this on his own, and that he was taking steps to fix this issue. But instead I just felt crushing loneliness, at home with our puppy, all alone. I was incredibly distracted at work, and it really felt like I was in a deep hole I couldn't crawl out of. I've never felt this way before and it freaked me out. There were so many unknowns. I was terrified that after he started feeling marginally better in a week and a half he would call and demand to be picked up, then we'd start all of this all over again.
He did call 10 or so days later, and did ask to be picked up. He complained about some stuff at rehab, the rules, the regimen, etc. I was crushed, since I desperately wanted this to be a life changing experience for him. I refused to pick him up, and immediately called his therapist in rehab to tell them what was going on. He called me back 30 minutes later to apologize and say he would stay and make the most out of it.
Then a huge change happened. He connected on a deep level with the other people in rehab. He heard their stories, and was able to relate to people in the exact situation he was in with work, life, everything. He was around people who had literally nothing for the first time in his life, and it moved him. He was allowed to order a couple things he needed on Amazon, and got a hoodie and some sweatpants for a guy who didn't have a change of clothes. He gave away a pair of his shoes to another guy who only had shoes that didn't fit. He said he laughed more with one of his roommates than he had laughed in years. Many people told him how much of an impact my husband made on them also. This did wonders for his self confidence. He can't bring that stuff up without getting choked up, still.
All of his walls came down. He would talk to his therapist for hours, and she helped him more than I think she'll ever realize. All of his life stresses were validated. All of his idiotic misconceptions about rehab, therapy, and recovery, went away. It started to click, and he was doing what he needed to do to to get better.
He also received an autism diagnosis from his therapist. I think this has helped him immensely, and made him realize why some things in life are harder for him than others. He welcomed this diagnosis and isn't ashamed.
We talked a couple days before he was to be picked up, and requested I bring some specific pairs of shoes he never wore for the guys in there (lol).
He went into PHP immediately after rehab and is still open and willing to continue working in the recovery space. One guy there didn't have any transportation, and my husband cleaned up and brought one of his bikes he never uses. Small things like this made a big difference to my husband. Helping people. I hope he continues in some form.
It's only been a couple of weeks since he's been home, but the change is drastic. He only speaks fondly of rehab and thanked me for not picking him up early. He's been emotional about what he went through, what he's put me though, and is now completely open to self reflection. He shares stories about the other guys he met and connected with, and I think it's really made a huge impact on him, along with the diagnosis he received. It's been like a complete 180. He's shared his addiction story with a handful of friends, talked to my Mom about it, has offered to take drug tests at home (which i'm not interested in), has been taking care of the house/yard, and generally just now a present spouse who isn't hiding away half of the time anymore. The way he speaks about recovery, drugs, and his apparent honesty have put me at ease so much. He's no longer hyper defensive and snippy. He's just.....himself.
For now, things are good. They feel normal. This was my dream outcome from him going to rehab. I know people relapse all the time, and going to rehab once doesn't often "fix" people. I'll probably never stop being on the lookout, but for now, I feel at ease.
When I made the other post, I truly never thought he'd be able to be as open and honest with himself and others about what he was doing and how far gone he was. But rehab really made a huge difference - in his self confidence, in understanding how addiction works and what it is, and the connections he made with others.
So, this is my glimmer of hope. Thanks for reading. I'm holding onto it for now and thankful that I have it.
2023.06.06 22:25 HawkeyeinDC I hate this commercial
 | It’s one of a handful of commercials that feature pitbulls and that thing is MASSIVE even after it became “healthier” from the dog food. Needless to say, it’s not a product that I’ll be buying. Ever. submitted by HawkeyeinDC to BanPitBulls [link] [comments] Are there any other commercials/products you see featuring pitbulls? |
2023.06.06 22:24 Sufficient_Ad7727 Animal Hoarding Dilemma
Hello, I’ll do my best to explain the situation in a concise manner. My Mother in law was dealing with an animal hoarding issue for many years. In 2019 we began the process of finding homes for 11 of her 13 cats. We were able to get the number of animals down to 2 cats and one dog. In 2021 my husbands Uncle offered to remodel the home which was in complete disrepair due to the animals destroying the interior of it. The house has since been completely remodeled but my husbands Uncle requested someone move in with my mother in law because he wanted to charge rent for the cost of the remodel. It’s a long story but he bought the home from my mother in law because she could no longer afford the expense so he let her live there rent free for years until the remodel took place. Last year my sister in law and her boyfriend moved in to help pay the rent and care for my aging mother in laws needs. Upon moving into the remodeled home an agreement was made with my husband’s Uncle and sister in law. The agreement was that only 2 cats and one dog would be allowed because of the previous damage that was done to the home. A contract was signed etc… We’ll about 2 months ago my sister in law took in her friends dog as a favor because the friend could no longer keep it, my sister in law let us know that it would be a temporary situation. The dog ended up having 4 puppies! My sister in law didn’t even know the dog was pregnant. So recently my sister in law let my husband and I know that her friend can’t keep the dog so she’d be keeping it as well as one of the puppies. I want to explain that my husband comes from a very tight knit Filipino family so involvement from everyone is a very normalized thing, and a lot of responsibility has fallen on him being the eldest. It’s just him and his sister.
We carved out 3 years of our life de-hoarding animals, de-hoarding 40 years of stuff and helped manage the remodel.
It had to be done because it was very unhealthy.
Anyways… So now there will be 3 dogs and two cats within the home. The whole goal was to make sure this sort of thing never happened again and to offer my mother in law a clean environment.
My sister in law said she would just hide the animals when their Uncle comes over to visit and that he would never know. My husband and I were very upset upon hearing this news and my husband told my SIL that she shouldn’t be bringing more animals into the home. She’s unwilling to listen so we feel it would be best to let his Uncle know what’s going on.
My question is does that seem fair? Or should we just wash our hands of it and let it be?
Thoughts???
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We carved out 3 years of our life de-hoarding animals, de-hoarding 40 years of stuff and helped manage the remodel.
It had to be done because it was very unhealthy.
Anyways… So now there will be 3 dogs and two cats within the home. The whole goal was to make sure this sort of thing never happened again and to offer my mother in law a clean environment.
My sister in law said she would just hide the animals when their Uncle comes over to visit and that he would never know. My husband and I were very upset upon hearing this news and my husband told my SIL that she shouldn’t be bringing more animals into the home. She’s unwilling to listen so we feel it would be best to let his Uncle know what’s going on.
My question is does that seem fair? Or should we just wash our hands of it and let it be?
Thoughts???
2023.06.06 22:23 No-Management5865 Welcome
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Life can often feel overwhelming, and this community is here to provide a safe space for you to share your burdens, seek advice, and find solace among empathetic individuals who understand what you're going through. Whether it's work-related pressures, relationship challenges, academic stress, or any other source of anxiety, you'll find open ears and compassionate hearts here.
We encourage open and respectful discussions, where members can lend a helping hand, share coping strategies, and offer words of encouragement. Remember, you are not alone in your struggles, and this community is here to remind you of that.
So take a deep breath, feel free to share your experiences, and let's embark on a journey of understanding, support, and resilience together. We believe in your strength and the power of community to make a positive difference in our lives.
Welcome to "UnwindAndShare" - where we navigate the path to peace amidst life's stormy moments.
2023.06.06 22:21 Senior-Promise-6624 Emotional affair & How to proceed
I posted in a separate sub 13days ago, below is a copy/paste. At the end, I'll add what I've learned since then. Just looking for further perspective, primarily women. It's long, so if you read and offer advice, thank you.
Ive been with my wife 9 years, married for 5. We have 2 children, 4 & 2 years old. We've been happy for all of them except the last 9 months. For starters my wife suffered from depression from several family losses when I met her. That coupled with a family that never made her feel like enough always made her feel a bit broken, but I was always able to make her feel worthy and help her keep her head up. In the past 5 years of marriage we came from nothing to now having our dream house, dream car, and a seemingly perfect family. It finally felt like we could relax and enjoy the fruits of our labor, we did it.
9 months ago was when things went downhill, my wife started her first job at a school as a special needs assistant (something near and dear to her). It started terrible. Her boss was terrible, would just say hurtful things, and given her past depressive state, she's a people pleaser so this would effect her mentally. The kids will moan constantly. They will climb on you as they don't understand personal space. This resulted in her coming home being "touched out". She had less to do with our kids, she was short tempered. She was depressed because it was always something said to put her down and she just wanted her help to be appreciated. Midway through the year they got extra help, a guy (23yrs old, engaged with a 1yr old). And he was able to help control the class, and he could relate to her struggles as far as dealing with the other coworkers. They bonded over this which led to an emotional affair. Texting behind my back, most of which was work related and innocent, but he eventually confessed his feelings. My wife hasn't said anything out of line, but she admitted she really cares because he was there and could understand and relate. And after 9 months of working in a living hell, which spilled over into every minute of her home life, she's mentally checked out. She's been a zombie, but having him who could truly relate helped her.
So where I'm at now, is we're separating this coming weekend. She's adamant that all she wants is me, and to be happy with me, she just doesn't know how to do it anymore. She wants me to be there for her. And all things considered, I understand how we got here. I understand how she got so broken. We both understand that it was out of my control. I checked in, I did the things I could do, I tried to make her happy she just wasn't mentally there (before he was even in the picture). She said she just needs space to feel human again. I'm just scared I'm going to help her heal, just for her to leave and me be left to heal alone. I'm scared to have a broken family. And honestly, I feel cheated out of a life I wanted. I told myself and her daily, once we make it to the end of the year we will be so much happier. She will not go back to work there. Now as it comes to an end, here we are. And I just feel so robbed because it doesn't even feel like it's coming to an end because of us. It feels like it's coming to an end because of the situation she lived through for 9 months and she can't see it. She's too depressed, too broken, and has no fight left. I just don't know if I wait and hope she'll come to that conclusion, or grow a fucking spine and tell her I deserve to be wanted too. All I want is her and my family, but fighting for her just emotionally crumbles her. I'm just so torn on where to go from here.
WHAT IVE LEARNED THE PAST 13 DAYS.
I found out about the affair on 5/18. But this had been going on about 3 weeks prior.
I know they have not had sex, it is still in a state of emotional affair. I've read the texts. Her car notifies me of every trip, and she's never in a spot where she would be alone. So I'm confident in this.
She has asked me not to file yet. This matters less as it's my decision, but it led me to believe she was coming to terms with the mistakes she was making. I was apparently wrong as nothing has been resolved. She's not mentally strong enough to even have the conversation.
Her friends and family are a mixture of furious and completely baffled. They truly do not know her as the person to do something like this. I think they're on the brink of going from good supportive friends, to really just sitting here down and asking wtf she's doing.
In the 2 weeks since she's moved out, I've had the kids all but one night. They don't feel connected to her, and it shows. And honestly breaks my heart too.
I've grown distant. I've spent the time bettering myself, and getting back to myself and making myself happy.
I feel like I'm healing, and while she has a window to make things right, once I'm fully healed idk if I'll be able to turn back.
Part of me tells me if she authentically fought for this, we could make it work. And call me stupid, but if we did, I do trust she wouldn't have another affair. What I don't trust is that with another issue she wouldn't shut down and completely betray our family again. This is my current biggest hold up.
So in summary. I've been a damn good husband. And damn good father. I've provided. I've loved. I've cared for her. I've reassured her she never had to go through a problem alone. She was just more comfortable confiding in somebody who was going through it with her and could relate, and things for out of hand. I think she's falling victim to a situationship and can't see it. And it hurts to feel so discarded because I've truly done so much. Not like an internet brag, but genuinely a lot. And we've always been happy up until this situation. It just leaves me baffled.
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Ive been with my wife 9 years, married for 5. We have 2 children, 4 & 2 years old. We've been happy for all of them except the last 9 months. For starters my wife suffered from depression from several family losses when I met her. That coupled with a family that never made her feel like enough always made her feel a bit broken, but I was always able to make her feel worthy and help her keep her head up. In the past 5 years of marriage we came from nothing to now having our dream house, dream car, and a seemingly perfect family. It finally felt like we could relax and enjoy the fruits of our labor, we did it.
9 months ago was when things went downhill, my wife started her first job at a school as a special needs assistant (something near and dear to her). It started terrible. Her boss was terrible, would just say hurtful things, and given her past depressive state, she's a people pleaser so this would effect her mentally. The kids will moan constantly. They will climb on you as they don't understand personal space. This resulted in her coming home being "touched out". She had less to do with our kids, she was short tempered. She was depressed because it was always something said to put her down and she just wanted her help to be appreciated. Midway through the year they got extra help, a guy (23yrs old, engaged with a 1yr old). And he was able to help control the class, and he could relate to her struggles as far as dealing with the other coworkers. They bonded over this which led to an emotional affair. Texting behind my back, most of which was work related and innocent, but he eventually confessed his feelings. My wife hasn't said anything out of line, but she admitted she really cares because he was there and could understand and relate. And after 9 months of working in a living hell, which spilled over into every minute of her home life, she's mentally checked out. She's been a zombie, but having him who could truly relate helped her.
So where I'm at now, is we're separating this coming weekend. She's adamant that all she wants is me, and to be happy with me, she just doesn't know how to do it anymore. She wants me to be there for her. And all things considered, I understand how we got here. I understand how she got so broken. We both understand that it was out of my control. I checked in, I did the things I could do, I tried to make her happy she just wasn't mentally there (before he was even in the picture). She said she just needs space to feel human again. I'm just scared I'm going to help her heal, just for her to leave and me be left to heal alone. I'm scared to have a broken family. And honestly, I feel cheated out of a life I wanted. I told myself and her daily, once we make it to the end of the year we will be so much happier. She will not go back to work there. Now as it comes to an end, here we are. And I just feel so robbed because it doesn't even feel like it's coming to an end because of us. It feels like it's coming to an end because of the situation she lived through for 9 months and she can't see it. She's too depressed, too broken, and has no fight left. I just don't know if I wait and hope she'll come to that conclusion, or grow a fucking spine and tell her I deserve to be wanted too. All I want is her and my family, but fighting for her just emotionally crumbles her. I'm just so torn on where to go from here.
WHAT IVE LEARNED THE PAST 13 DAYS.
I found out about the affair on 5/18. But this had been going on about 3 weeks prior.
I know they have not had sex, it is still in a state of emotional affair. I've read the texts. Her car notifies me of every trip, and she's never in a spot where she would be alone. So I'm confident in this.
She has asked me not to file yet. This matters less as it's my decision, but it led me to believe she was coming to terms with the mistakes she was making. I was apparently wrong as nothing has been resolved. She's not mentally strong enough to even have the conversation.
Her friends and family are a mixture of furious and completely baffled. They truly do not know her as the person to do something like this. I think they're on the brink of going from good supportive friends, to really just sitting here down and asking wtf she's doing.
In the 2 weeks since she's moved out, I've had the kids all but one night. They don't feel connected to her, and it shows. And honestly breaks my heart too.
I've grown distant. I've spent the time bettering myself, and getting back to myself and making myself happy.
I feel like I'm healing, and while she has a window to make things right, once I'm fully healed idk if I'll be able to turn back.
Part of me tells me if she authentically fought for this, we could make it work. And call me stupid, but if we did, I do trust she wouldn't have another affair. What I don't trust is that with another issue she wouldn't shut down and completely betray our family again. This is my current biggest hold up.
So in summary. I've been a damn good husband. And damn good father. I've provided. I've loved. I've cared for her. I've reassured her she never had to go through a problem alone. She was just more comfortable confiding in somebody who was going through it with her and could relate, and things for out of hand. I think she's falling victim to a situationship and can't see it. And it hurts to feel so discarded because I've truly done so much. Not like an internet brag, but genuinely a lot. And we've always been happy up until this situation. It just leaves me baffled.
2023.06.06 22:20 font290p How do you deal with being sick?
Hand me the nyquill and trun off my phone cause im about to pass the fk out for the next few days. I wouldn't even feed myself if i didnt have too. Hate catching a virus. Everything gets left on the table for me until im competent enough to come back. Do you still get your work done? I'll power through absolutely crucial things, like taking the dogs out, but I'd rather just sleep it off.
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2023.06.06 22:18 TheGirlWithTheLove Went to see The Little Mermaid with low expectations. They were met.
It was so much worse than I ever imagined. I’ll paste my Letterboxd review here.
As I stated in my review for the OG film, The Little Mermaid is a film I really love. I had a fixation for it during a couple of my YA years. My 18-19 year old self would’ve hated this as much as my present self does.
I’ll be writing some spoilers, just an FYI. Not like it matters.
They changed SO much. Humans and mermaids have a hatred for each other, Eric was an orphan from a shipwreck as a baby and found his way to the royals, Sebastian doesn’t conduct any music, Ariel has never went up to the surface, and some other things I can’t remember at the moment. NONE of the heart and soul that was in the original was in this film. Fuck, none of the sea creatures play instruments in the Under the Sea sequence! WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!
Also wanted to add that Eric’s actor, while awful at acting, is also a terrible singer. I can definitely tell his voice was autotuned.
If not for the adorable dog that played Max, I would’ve given this a 0/10. It’s that bad. Why did Ariel help him swim to the boat while still in mermaid form? LEAVE THAT DOGGO ALONE.
1/10 worst film of the year.
Hated it as much as TLK and Pinocchio.
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As I stated in my review for the OG film, The Little Mermaid is a film I really love. I had a fixation for it during a couple of my YA years. My 18-19 year old self would’ve hated this as much as my present self does.
I’ll be writing some spoilers, just an FYI. Not like it matters.
They changed SO much. Humans and mermaids have a hatred for each other, Eric was an orphan from a shipwreck as a baby and found his way to the royals, Sebastian doesn’t conduct any music, Ariel has never went up to the surface, and some other things I can’t remember at the moment. NONE of the heart and soul that was in the original was in this film. Fuck, none of the sea creatures play instruments in the Under the Sea sequence! WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!
Also wanted to add that Eric’s actor, while awful at acting, is also a terrible singer. I can definitely tell his voice was autotuned.
If not for the adorable dog that played Max, I would’ve given this a 0/10. It’s that bad. Why did Ariel help him swim to the boat while still in mermaid form? LEAVE THAT DOGGO ALONE.
1/10 worst film of the year.
Hated it as much as TLK and Pinocchio.
2023.06.06 22:15 AndersIsHorny The Secret - Part Four
 | Here is part four of a story that I wrote AGES ago. My writing style was pretty rough back then, so be kind. Love you all and hope that you enjoy! You can find all the other parts here. submitted by AndersIsHorny to GayShortStories [link] [comments] Jasper Dmitri I woke up with a start. I was alone in bed. There were sounds of life coming from the rest of the house. I sat up and instantly regretted the decision. My head felt like it had been worked over with a baseball bat. As I recalled the events of the night before, I was met with a mix of euphoria and dread. Erin was going to be so pissed off at me. I hoped that she was still asleep as I quietly made my way downstairs. I could hear someone cooking in the kitchen. My car keys were sitting on the counter so I cautiously peeked around the corner. Mike was standing at the stove making bacon and eggs. He saw me out of the corner of his eye and waved me in. “Hey man, you hungry?” he noticed my hesitation. “Don’t worry, the ice queen won’t be downstairs for at least an hour.” He shot me a smile which I gladly returned. “Need help with anything?” I offered. “Nope, everything is under control.” He grabbed the plates and began to dish out the eggs. He handed me one and took one for himself. I took a seat and he sat down across from me. “Riley came down a few minutes ago and headed off to take a shower.” I glanced quickly at him before lowering my gaze back to my eggs. “Where is Brit?” I attempted to change the subject. “She had a long night last night. She won’t be up for a while I’m guessing.” He gave me a wry smile. “How was your night?” “I had a really good time. Thanks for sharing your drinks with me.” “Anytime Jasper.” We ate in glorious silence for a minute or two before he asked, “So I take it my sister doesn’t know about you yet?” My fork froze halfway to my mouth. The scrambled eggs quivered for a second before falling back to my plate. He chuckled, “I’ll take that as a no.” Much to my relief, Riley returned from the shower. He grabbed a plate of food and sat beside me at the table. I smiled nervously at him and continued eating. “So…” Mike looked at Riley. Riley shook his head ‘no’ ever so slightly. Mike gave him a little shrug. “What are your big plans for today Jasper?” “I am supposed to work on this school project with Erin today.” “Ouch man, good luck with that.” “Yeah, she is going to be pissed at me huh?” “Yeah, you might want to scoot before she comes downstairs and give her a little while to cool off before you work on it.” I nodded at his suggestion and attempted to finish my breakfast as quickly as possible. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I fished it out. So what time did you get home last night? I quickly typed a response. I’m still at her house. I scooped the last fork full of eggs into my mouth. Riley reached his hand out for my phone. I looked at him with a confused expression. He looked at me expectantly until I handed it over. He quickly tapped away for a second and then handed it back to me with a smile. I was more interested in retreating than figuring out what he’d done on my phone so I slid it in my pocket and thanked Mike for making me breakfast. I looked awkwardly at Riley for a moment, unsure of what I should say to him in front of Mike. I opted for, “See you later?” “Yeah, I’ll be here.” And with that, I retreated out of the house and into my car. My phone buzzed before I could get out of the driveway. I need details now. On my way home. Call you when I get there. Fuck that. Stop and get me on the way by. Typical Dmitri. His place was only a few minutes away and I was already in his driveway by the time I came to the sudden realization that he would want details from the night before. What the fuck was I going to tell him? That I blew off Erin in order to sleep with her brother’s gay roommate? There was no way in hell I was going to admit that to him. Panic set in when I saw him walk out his door and scurry over to my car. His ass had hardly hit the seat before he blurted out, “Ok, details. Go.” I put the car into reverse and backed out onto the street. “There isn’t really much to tell. I went over and we swam for a bit, but before anything could happen, her brother came home.” “So why did you spend the night there?” I was a pitiful liar. He knew there was more to the story. “I had a bit to drink so I slept there.” “In her bed?” “In the guest bedroom.” “Seriously?” “Yes, seriously.” He could tell that was the truth so he backed off the inquisition for now. “Are you going back over there later?” “Yeah, I need to shower and change first.” I pulled into my driveway and Dmitri followed me into the house. My father was in the front yard pruning the hedges. “Morning boys. You two have a good time swimming last night?” Dmitri didn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, it really hit the spot with the heatwave we’re having.” He knew that I would have used him as an alibi for staying out all night. He’d used me for the same on many occasions. He followed me into my room and made himself comfortable as I got ready to take a shower. As I slipped off my shorts and tossed them onto my bed he exclaimed, “Dude!” “What?” “You go over to a chick’s house and those are the boxers you decide to wear?” I glanced down. I was wearing a pair of regular looking plaid boxers. “What’s wrong with these?” “You don’t have something a little sexier?” “No…” “We are stopping at my place before you go back over there.” “Dude, I’m not wearing a pair of your underwear.” “Yes, you most certainly are.” “Whatever.” I defeatedly made my way to the bathroom. I took my time in the shower, pondering over the events of the night before. I anxiously wondered if I could find a way to spend the night at Erin’s again tonight. If I stayed sober perhaps Riley would pick up where we left off the night before. After climbing out of the shower, I brushed my teeth and headed back to my room. Dmitri was sitting on my bed with a confused look on his face. He had my phone in his hand. “You got a text.” He handed it to me. I opened my text messages. There was one from a number that wasn’t in my contact list. There were two messages. One was sent from my phone. You’re hot. The second was a reply. Hey man, sorry for shutting you down during our make out session last night. It is pretty clear that you haven’t come to terms with being gay and I didn’t think that was the right situation to have your first time. “Why the fuck were you going through my phone?” I was furious. “I didn’t realize you had something to hide.” “I don’t!” Again, I was horrible at lying. “Who is that from then?” he asked calmly. “None of your fucking business, that’s who.” My mind was reeling from the panic. “So much for nothing to hide…” he stood up to leave. “I’m going to just walk home.” “You don’t have to walk. I’ll drive you. Just let me get dressed.” I grabbed some clothes and hurried back to the bathroom. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. I had never anticipated Dmitri finding out and now that he had, I didn’t know what to say. I was horrible at lying to him so that wasn’t really an option anymore. After getting dressed I took a second to stare at myself in the mirror. “Get your shit together man. You can do this.” I returned to an empty bedroom. “Fuck.” |
2023.06.06 22:10 Asnnibbal The Collected- Part THREE
After the battle of Harlig against the Marshal, where Iyrho had fought and almost died during his contingent's route, the Arch Conglomerate knew it was thoroughly defeated. Peace delegations were sent to the enemy's capital, and they were forced to give up mining rights on some neighboring planets, their claims on all orbital and sentry stations around 100 million miles from their domains, in addition to being humiliated by a Conglomerate barely half their size. A battle that was supposed to be the Marshal's downfall, only propagated further his fame across the known Galaxy.
The war had been short and not particularly costly in terms of sentient lives, but the Arch Conglomerate began seriously distrusting the military leadership that managed to lose what was thought to be a one-sided battle; so they began searching their lower ranks for new officers and commanders.
This didn't prove too successful overall, but it was the opportunity Iyrho needed to show his skill and resourcefulness; he quickly got the title of "Tactician" after managing to reorganize his Conglomerate's military- a truly astounding feat in just a few year's time, and he was now paired to one of- if not the - most successful military men alive to lead the Great Search; needless to say he was quite proud of who he had become.
Despite this, however, his inexperience showed.
Iyrho's field of expertise was very logistic-oriented (he had done a fantastic job in preparing for takeoff the weeks prior, in fact); so one could very easily tell he hadn't had much experience in the field of battle.
Like most Larks, he had been on a ship plenty of times before, but taking part in a military mission was quite different: first of all, the food was simply terrible. The rations for the higher-ups in the ship were even supposed to be better than the one the simple soldiers ate; just thinking about it made his tongues contort in disgust. He loaded on the ship only a very limited amount of food supplies, so as not to make people suspect what they were going for was a bit more than a scouting mission, but some part of him hoped that they would run out as quickly as possible.
Then there were the uncomfortable sleeping pods, the claustrophobic halls and narrow passageways; everything he turned to made him dearly miss his feet being on solid ground.
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Every day they got closer to their destination, Iyrho felt more and more scared, a feeling made much worse by the fact that he seemed like the only one to actually recognize the monstrous threat they were going to face. If they managed to get back in one piece, the United Council was probably going to let them off with a slap on the wrist due to the great influence of the Marshal, but it was that "if" to truly terrify him.
It was the presence of the Marshal to calm him down a little, ironically.
The two had never really warmed up to each other during the journey, and it didn't look like either of them wanted to, but Iyrho found comfort in his leadership.
The Marshal always put first those who should've been below him; he ate what every other soldier ate, leaving his supposedly better-tasting rations to be divided amongst them. He often replaced some Collected on sentry duty, and went around the ship daily to make sure everything was in order, patting people on the back and giving words of encouragement in the meanwhile.
He knew both how to forgive someone making a mistake, and how to punish them when they repeated it.
Iyrho felt confused thinking about it too much, was it admiration he was feeling? —-----------------------------------------------
"The one time I wish to follow the protocol you object to, Tactician?"
Arguing with the Marshal often felt useless, but he couldn't keep quiet this time.
“I do, I understand it would make our mission more legitimate, but we do not know this species, and with their numbers overwhelming us would be effortless, even if they possess a much more primitive level of technology. We simply cannot afford to make a public first contact. Besides, if you had followed the protocol, we wouldn't be in this predicament, Marshal."
"Primitive…even if they wanted to, they most likely don't even have the means to leave the confines of their planet…so what do you suggest we do?"
Iyrho paused for a moment; coming back home empty-handed would not excuse their little escapade, and they certainly hadn't made it this far just to turn around and call it a day.
"Marshal, we have some Reel Collected aboard. Using their superior camouflage techniques they could land on the planet and gather some Collected; due to their sheer numbers they probably won't even notice. After that we could return home, let our scientists discern if their species is suitable for the Great Search or not, and the United Council will be able to make all the first contacts it desires."
The Marshal tilted his head a bit.
"Ridiculous…a soldier demoted to a lowly thief."
After mumbling to himself for a while, he was finally convinced.
"I've had many responsibilities to take upon myself regarding this mission…I suppose it is only fair you have your share."
The Tactician breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Marshal. I'll summon the Reel immediately." —----------------------------------------------
A vital criteria of a species suitable for the Great Search was that it had to be numerous.
This is because the Collected were always gathered at a very young age from their communities, and centuries of evolutionary research showed that parents of populous species felt proportionally less attached to their children the more they had, which made it possible for the Larks to gather one without any troubles. From an evolutionary standpoint, it was useless to excessively worry about your offspring if you had 10 or 20 of them.
The Larks on the other hand evolved to reproduce only once, as more than one child often led to conflicts of power between them over the Collected they were supposed to rule. As a result, Lark fathers and mothers concentrated all their efforts into their only child, and defended him constantly, often at the cost of their own lives.
Besides, the parents of Collected children had no point in worrying. They knew their child would be treated with care and respect, and that they had many more opportunities to succeed with the Larks than they had with them, as the vast majority of the species the Lark got their Collected from didn't even have a school system.
Once transported to a Lark planet, the young Collected were assigned to a family of Larks, usually ones that couldn't have children of their own, and enrolled into a school that taught each Collected their respective language, culture and traditions, both to preserve their identity, and to preserve each species' expertise that they were chosen for in the first place.
This system pleased all three parties involved: The Larks were content because they got new Collected, the parents were happy for their one child living -what in their eyes was-"the high life", and the Collected child got to have care, attention and opportunities that they otherwise would never have gotten in their home planet.
This almost symbiotic relationship evolved from a far more brutal practice their ancestors performed in their home planets, that involved killing or driving away both the parents and replacing them as the authority figure over the offspring. Despite their past, the Larks had been at peace with their interstellar neighbors ever since they made first contact, leaving them full authority over their planets, and only coming to bother every once in a while for new Collected.
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One of the 50 landing pods that were sent to the planet had finally landed; undetected, or so the Reel inside hoped. "For a planet with 11 billion sentient beings on it, it sure looks empty." he thought as he slowly stepped out of his pod and onto the yellow-ish soil beneath him. Their planet was still completely unknown, so he knew he had to take extreme care in what he was to accomplish; in addition, he had a time limit: to make sure no one else got their hands on the pod -and, by extent, Lark technology- the engines were set to automatically reactivate exactly one hour later. After walking through some weird prickly green plants, and cautiously avoiding a stick-shaped animal, he finally reached what looked like an urban area. His objective was to gather a young Collected; "the smaller it looks, the better" were the orders. If that couldn't be achieved, then he was to take as many objects and items as he could, preferably ones that looked like they helf information, and then get them back on the ship.
At last, he finally came face to face with these creatures. They were a bit bigger than he was, as far as he could tell, but nothing too intimidating. The first ones he saw were laying on some kind of bed, with what he assumed were their eyes closed, something that amazingly enough all known species so far related to sleeping and dreams. No children though.
He moved through house after house, scouting through the windows for any smaller-version of them he could find. And finally luck was on his side.
It was about half the size of his arm, he thought that had to be enough. He quietly made his way into the house, and in front of the small creature, trying his hardest not to make a sound. They were sure these aliens weren't going to care one lick about their children, due to their mind-boggling numbers, but they were unsure of what they'd do if they were to discover other species other than themselves, for all they knew their reaction could've been very dangerous, and their tiny scouting ship was in no condition for a fight, so they had to take extreme care in not being detected.
The Reel got close to the child, whispering to it almost as if he wanted it to willingly follow him, but to no avail. Assuming it couldn't understand him, he scooped up the baby in his large paddle-like hands, and made his way to the nearest exit.
As he was about to leave though, his left ear picked up fast thumping sounds, freezing him in place -the Reels didn't respond well to fear.
He couldn't manage to move a muscle, and it only got worse when he heard what sounded like a voice coming from the hallway behind him.
His translation device picked something up, but being unable to translate it, it only roughly transliterated the sounds it heard:
“Eiy! Sz samuon hire?"
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The war had been short and not particularly costly in terms of sentient lives, but the Arch Conglomerate began seriously distrusting the military leadership that managed to lose what was thought to be a one-sided battle; so they began searching their lower ranks for new officers and commanders.
This didn't prove too successful overall, but it was the opportunity Iyrho needed to show his skill and resourcefulness; he quickly got the title of "Tactician" after managing to reorganize his Conglomerate's military- a truly astounding feat in just a few year's time, and he was now paired to one of- if not the - most successful military men alive to lead the Great Search; needless to say he was quite proud of who he had become.
Despite this, however, his inexperience showed.
Iyrho's field of expertise was very logistic-oriented (he had done a fantastic job in preparing for takeoff the weeks prior, in fact); so one could very easily tell he hadn't had much experience in the field of battle.
Like most Larks, he had been on a ship plenty of times before, but taking part in a military mission was quite different: first of all, the food was simply terrible. The rations for the higher-ups in the ship were even supposed to be better than the one the simple soldiers ate; just thinking about it made his tongues contort in disgust. He loaded on the ship only a very limited amount of food supplies, so as not to make people suspect what they were going for was a bit more than a scouting mission, but some part of him hoped that they would run out as quickly as possible.
Then there were the uncomfortable sleeping pods, the claustrophobic halls and narrow passageways; everything he turned to made him dearly miss his feet being on solid ground.
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Every day they got closer to their destination, Iyrho felt more and more scared, a feeling made much worse by the fact that he seemed like the only one to actually recognize the monstrous threat they were going to face. If they managed to get back in one piece, the United Council was probably going to let them off with a slap on the wrist due to the great influence of the Marshal, but it was that "if" to truly terrify him.
It was the presence of the Marshal to calm him down a little, ironically.
The two had never really warmed up to each other during the journey, and it didn't look like either of them wanted to, but Iyrho found comfort in his leadership.
The Marshal always put first those who should've been below him; he ate what every other soldier ate, leaving his supposedly better-tasting rations to be divided amongst them. He often replaced some Collected on sentry duty, and went around the ship daily to make sure everything was in order, patting people on the back and giving words of encouragement in the meanwhile.
He knew both how to forgive someone making a mistake, and how to punish them when they repeated it.
Iyrho felt confused thinking about it too much, was it admiration he was feeling? —-----------------------------------------------
"The one time I wish to follow the protocol you object to, Tactician?"
Arguing with the Marshal often felt useless, but he couldn't keep quiet this time.
“I do, I understand it would make our mission more legitimate, but we do not know this species, and with their numbers overwhelming us would be effortless, even if they possess a much more primitive level of technology. We simply cannot afford to make a public first contact. Besides, if you had followed the protocol, we wouldn't be in this predicament, Marshal."
"Primitive…even if they wanted to, they most likely don't even have the means to leave the confines of their planet…so what do you suggest we do?"
Iyrho paused for a moment; coming back home empty-handed would not excuse their little escapade, and they certainly hadn't made it this far just to turn around and call it a day.
"Marshal, we have some Reel Collected aboard. Using their superior camouflage techniques they could land on the planet and gather some Collected; due to their sheer numbers they probably won't even notice. After that we could return home, let our scientists discern if their species is suitable for the Great Search or not, and the United Council will be able to make all the first contacts it desires."
The Marshal tilted his head a bit.
"Ridiculous…a soldier demoted to a lowly thief."
After mumbling to himself for a while, he was finally convinced.
"I've had many responsibilities to take upon myself regarding this mission…I suppose it is only fair you have your share."
The Tactician breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Marshal. I'll summon the Reel immediately." —----------------------------------------------
A vital criteria of a species suitable for the Great Search was that it had to be numerous.
This is because the Collected were always gathered at a very young age from their communities, and centuries of evolutionary research showed that parents of populous species felt proportionally less attached to their children the more they had, which made it possible for the Larks to gather one without any troubles. From an evolutionary standpoint, it was useless to excessively worry about your offspring if you had 10 or 20 of them.
The Larks on the other hand evolved to reproduce only once, as more than one child often led to conflicts of power between them over the Collected they were supposed to rule. As a result, Lark fathers and mothers concentrated all their efforts into their only child, and defended him constantly, often at the cost of their own lives.
Besides, the parents of Collected children had no point in worrying. They knew their child would be treated with care and respect, and that they had many more opportunities to succeed with the Larks than they had with them, as the vast majority of the species the Lark got their Collected from didn't even have a school system.
Once transported to a Lark planet, the young Collected were assigned to a family of Larks, usually ones that couldn't have children of their own, and enrolled into a school that taught each Collected their respective language, culture and traditions, both to preserve their identity, and to preserve each species' expertise that they were chosen for in the first place.
This system pleased all three parties involved: The Larks were content because they got new Collected, the parents were happy for their one child living -what in their eyes was-"the high life", and the Collected child got to have care, attention and opportunities that they otherwise would never have gotten in their home planet.
This almost symbiotic relationship evolved from a far more brutal practice their ancestors performed in their home planets, that involved killing or driving away both the parents and replacing them as the authority figure over the offspring. Despite their past, the Larks had been at peace with their interstellar neighbors ever since they made first contact, leaving them full authority over their planets, and only coming to bother every once in a while for new Collected.
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One of the 50 landing pods that were sent to the planet had finally landed; undetected, or so the Reel inside hoped. "For a planet with 11 billion sentient beings on it, it sure looks empty." he thought as he slowly stepped out of his pod and onto the yellow-ish soil beneath him. Their planet was still completely unknown, so he knew he had to take extreme care in what he was to accomplish; in addition, he had a time limit: to make sure no one else got their hands on the pod -and, by extent, Lark technology- the engines were set to automatically reactivate exactly one hour later. After walking through some weird prickly green plants, and cautiously avoiding a stick-shaped animal, he finally reached what looked like an urban area. His objective was to gather a young Collected; "the smaller it looks, the better" were the orders. If that couldn't be achieved, then he was to take as many objects and items as he could, preferably ones that looked like they helf information, and then get them back on the ship.
At last, he finally came face to face with these creatures. They were a bit bigger than he was, as far as he could tell, but nothing too intimidating. The first ones he saw were laying on some kind of bed, with what he assumed were their eyes closed, something that amazingly enough all known species so far related to sleeping and dreams. No children though.
He moved through house after house, scouting through the windows for any smaller-version of them he could find. And finally luck was on his side.
It was about half the size of his arm, he thought that had to be enough. He quietly made his way into the house, and in front of the small creature, trying his hardest not to make a sound. They were sure these aliens weren't going to care one lick about their children, due to their mind-boggling numbers, but they were unsure of what they'd do if they were to discover other species other than themselves, for all they knew their reaction could've been very dangerous, and their tiny scouting ship was in no condition for a fight, so they had to take extreme care in not being detected.
The Reel got close to the child, whispering to it almost as if he wanted it to willingly follow him, but to no avail. Assuming it couldn't understand him, he scooped up the baby in his large paddle-like hands, and made his way to the nearest exit.
As he was about to leave though, his left ear picked up fast thumping sounds, freezing him in place -the Reels didn't respond well to fear.
He couldn't manage to move a muscle, and it only got worse when he heard what sounded like a voice coming from the hallway behind him.
His translation device picked something up, but being unable to translate it, it only roughly transliterated the sounds it heard:
“Eiy! Sz samuon hire?"
2023.06.06 22:10 Remarkable_Tie_144 30 [M4F] California / USA - Moving Heaven and Earth
Where do I even start...?
Seems like just about everyone here let their jobs become a priority in their lives, me being no exception. After spending years in school, getting my dream job (after doing four big career changes...), I've finally realized I'm missing something. YOU! Hahaha, well maybe you reading this, who knows? But, I'm definitely missing my person--whatever you may call it: soul mate, better half, beau, or something else.
I honestly don't want to keep going down this road solo. I'd love to start a family, kids, dogs, white picket fence? We'd probably have to leave California though, because all the nice places here are too expensive. Heard Florida is nice. Maybe West Virginia?
Well...about me now. I'm alive, breathing, heart ticks once in a while...besides that, I've got great teeth! I am a bit of a redneck (how's that possible in California?!) Dunno, just who I am. I do have a soft spot for dogs, so if you're not a fan, sorry gottah keep looking elsewhere. I am white, nerdy, outdoorsy, and tend to stay pretty active. Love my job, love meeting new people and helping every way I can! I'm traditional in my beliefs and values (hope you're the same way).
Big no nos: You don't like dogs. (Seriously, what normal person doesn't love dogs?)You're married or attached. (Sorry, I'm not here to fix that broken relationship). If you don't take care of yourself. (If you're not able to do that, how can I trust you can take care of our kids?) And a sense of humor. Life is short as it already is. Gottah lighten up and enjoy the time we have.
I'd hate to give everything away, so if something resonates with you, send a message! I'll respond back. Let's debate on who shot first, Han or Greedo (Han shot first...just saying).
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Seems like just about everyone here let their jobs become a priority in their lives, me being no exception. After spending years in school, getting my dream job (after doing four big career changes...), I've finally realized I'm missing something. YOU! Hahaha, well maybe you reading this, who knows? But, I'm definitely missing my person--whatever you may call it: soul mate, better half, beau, or something else.
I honestly don't want to keep going down this road solo. I'd love to start a family, kids, dogs, white picket fence? We'd probably have to leave California though, because all the nice places here are too expensive. Heard Florida is nice. Maybe West Virginia?
Well...about me now. I'm alive, breathing, heart ticks once in a while...besides that, I've got great teeth! I am a bit of a redneck (how's that possible in California?!) Dunno, just who I am. I do have a soft spot for dogs, so if you're not a fan, sorry gottah keep looking elsewhere. I am white, nerdy, outdoorsy, and tend to stay pretty active. Love my job, love meeting new people and helping every way I can! I'm traditional in my beliefs and values (hope you're the same way).
Big no nos: You don't like dogs. (Seriously, what normal person doesn't love dogs?)You're married or attached. (Sorry, I'm not here to fix that broken relationship). If you don't take care of yourself. (If you're not able to do that, how can I trust you can take care of our kids?) And a sense of humor. Life is short as it already is. Gottah lighten up and enjoy the time we have.
I'd hate to give everything away, so if something resonates with you, send a message! I'll respond back. Let's debate on who shot first, Han or Greedo (Han shot first...just saying).
2023.06.06 22:09 AustralianChrono Chronologica's Drag Race Season 4: Episode 9- Local Values: International Racers
 | Come on, shake your body, baby submitted by AustralianChrono to RPDRfantasyseason [link] [comments] Straight into the song, Zazu springs into action, her body moving to the tune of the conga with her feet furiously twirling to match. I know you can't control yourself any longer Crayola tries her best to dance into action, but it’s clear she is struggling to move in her massive gown- let alone with her dance skills… Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Zazu drops to the floor and takes whips out a fan, as Rachelle grins as Zazu spins around, whipping her hair. Let the music move your feet Crayola stumbles for a second, before holding up her dress to tapdance to the beat with a smile. Feel the fire of desire Bending backwards, Zazu eyes the judges panel as she hastendly lip syncs, every single utterance on the stage as the panel eats it up. Do the conga Zazu drops to the floor with a boom as the song ends, and the others clap, cheering with a smile. “Zazu, Shantay you stay.” Zazu gasps. “Thank you.” “Crayola Boxx, the crafty Queen. Thank you for coming here, and showing us you. But for now, sashay…. Away.” “Thank you.” Crayola tears up. “It’s been a journey, but I am happy to have been here for it.” Crayola struts off, with a smile on her face. “Back in my box!” Crayola Boxx: “I am sad to be going home 8th. But, I know I did well. I got two wins. I gave my heart… and that’s okay.” Lipstick Message: “BACK HOME! You all get an A+. Well done, racers!” ~ https://preview.redd.it/m9rbgw0zfg4b1.png?width=900&format=png&auto=webp&s=aa4ce4362f7e7cd82e6bc24b34f4a3692def391e The racers walk into the werkroom. “Crayola…” Aguacate frowns, before smirking. “Wait, I'm not sad… again!” “Hah, funny joke.” Omari quips. “You’re such a comedian.” “Back home. You all get an A+! Well done, racers.” Zazu smiles. “Awwh…” Aguacate grins. “She was an annoying teacher to the end.” “Clock that tea.” Jaslene smirks, sitting down. “Congrats to you, Aguacate for winning your second challenge.” Yasmin smiles. “It was fantastique.” The racers clap. “I feel like it clearly, smartly, correctly a reflection of my skillset, abilities and world renowned talent-” The others stare at Aguacate. Aguacate smiles. “That I win a second challenge. And I will a third, a fourth, a fifth-” “Congrats, girl. I hope you don’t bottom like the last person to win two challenges.” Jaslene says. “Oh, wait a minute…” Zazu gasps. “Is that true?” “Me, Crayola…” Granny nods. “It is true.” “Well simply put, I don’t plan on bottoming.” Aguacate grins. “Okay, sure.” Jaslene rolls her eyes. Fiore gets up, walking off without a word. Fiore Stravaganza: “Not in the mood to talk.” “Werk!” Jaslene laughs. “Well, whatever comes next.” Jaslene shrugs. “I hope it’s a fun time, and not another comedy challenge.” “Oh, girl-” Zazu looks at Jaslene. “Please.” “Oh, you’ve survived 4, I’m sure you can survive 5.” Omari winks. “No more bottoms, please!” Zazu screams. “I say that often.” Yasmin nods. Zazu Nova: “Like… last week was scary. But also, I felt ready. And I know this- statistically, it cannot be a comedy challenge next. So….” Zazu closes her eyes, and crosses her fingers. “Manifesting a WIN!” “You did well.” Omari nods, looking at Zazu. “Awwh, Omari…” Zazu grins. Zazu Nova: “It’s my time, it’s my time…” Zazu prays. ~ The Next Day, Yasmin smiles, looking at a table full of food. “Oh my god.” Jaslene says. “It’s-” “Fried Chicken, Waffles, Pancakes, Cheese, Wine, Non-Alcoholic Cocktails.” Yasmin smiles. “How the hell do you have the time?” Aguacate asks. “I woke up at like 3am, out of my mind.” Yasmin laughs. “So, I thought- let me make us all breakfast!” “This looks delicious, thank you Yasmin.” Granny smiles. “I’ll have some.” Jaslene grins, extending her hand to grab waffles. “Me too.” Omari smiles. “I’ll have some chicken…” Zazu nods. “I’m okay.” Fiore sits by the side. “Thank you for trying my food.” Yasmin looks at Jaslene with a grin. Jaslene winks. “Tastes delicious.” You’ve got drag mail! Familial Ties are important. Showcase that brand! “Oh my god my manifesting worked.” Zazu gasps. “That’s not real, love.” Yasmin giggles. It’s Drag Time! Hello, racers. Good to see you again. I want to introduce you to some special friends. Your loved ones! “Woah.” Aguacate stares awkwardly as she hears the words ‘Loved Ones’. Say hello to Zazu’s Drag Mother, Acera! Zazu gasps as Acera comes running out. “Brazil is here, BABY!” “Oooh yes.” Granny grins. Fiore’s Mother, Margaret! Fiore puts on a smile as her mother walks over. Granny’s Grandson, José! “My darling!” Granny hugs the tall José. Jaslene’s Drag Sister, Paula! “Oh, bitch!” Jaslene runs over. Yasmin’s boyfriend, Clem! “Baby!” Yasmin cheers, as Clem hands her a little box of food. “She’s not single?” Aguacate says. “Omari’s Wife, Sade!” “My WIFE!” Omari yells, tearing up as he wraps her in a hug. And Aguacate’s best friend, Mateo! “Ah, yes.” Aguacate nods. Racers, it’s time to makeover your loved ones! For this week’s maxi challenge, you will be getting the opportunity to showcase family resemblance at it’s best. I want you to showcase your brand- and strut the main stage with your family member serving family resemblance, racers! Jaslene Bangus: “Oh, girl. I’m ready.” This is a strong challenge to showcase your abilities. Good luck, racers… and do not fuck it up! ~ The racers start talking to their partners as they prepare for the challenge. “I am so excited.” Zazu looks excitedly at Acera. “And we’ve got an advantage.” “Oh darling, you better werk your cunt out this week.” Acera smirks. Zazu Nova: “Acera adopted me into her life shortly after the death of my parents. She is a fiery personality- and my inspiration.” “But I think, my idea here is really to zoom in more in the silly side.” Zazu grins. “I love fashion…” “As do all of my children.” “But, like- high-fashion with a slight tinge of CAMP.” Zazu winks. “Have you prepared?” Zazu picks up a notepad. “I’ve drawn this.” “This is your scope, darling. I think we need to really present an image- high class DRAG.” Acera says. “Show them South Africa’s finest.” “Yes!” Zazu cheers. “I can’t believe South Africa’s finest is a white girl and a Brazilian woman!” Omari yells from the table over. Zazu gasps, as her mother look at her. “You-” “He’s playing.” Zazu looks at Omari. “I think.” “DARLING.” Omari’s wife, Sade smacks him playfully. Omari chuckles, a big smile on his face. “I am so excited to have you here.” Omari smiles. King Omari Star: “Sade the light of my life. The one…” Omari tears up. “Consistent thing I always know has my back.” “And I am you.” Sade grins. “From the Martial Artist’s daughter.. To your wife.” The two kiss. King Omari Star: “Being a lesbian couple is a challenge. But we live proudly, and she celebrates my drag.” “I think of course, you must give ROYAL.” Omari smirks. “The Chief and his second-in-command.” “Why can I not be the chief?!” “Darling…” Omari looks at Sade. King Omari Star: “However… I am thinking. My brand is very singular- specific to me. I love my looks, but I must ponder how to deliver family resemblance when Omari is in many ways a solo character.” “Let me figure this out.” Omari purses his lips. “You can be Darweshi King Star.” “LITTLE KING STAR?!” “My second in command.” Omari winks. Meanwhile, Yasmin chats with her partner as she observes Fiore talking with her mother. “So, Mother- we must act with class here, this week.” Fiore purses her lips. “Of course, my darling-” “Class.” Fiore eyes her mother. “This is how we present herselves.” Fiore stands tall. “You will not act as a peasant-” Yasmin and her boyfriend look at each other, listening in. “We must be the height of class and sophistication. This is important.” Fiore eyes her. “You understand this?” Fiore Stravaganza: “I know I must deliver. This is a challenge made- for me.” “Of course…” “I don’t want us to lose this challenge if we don’t showcase it. I am leading this pack- stylistically, I know I have this.” Fiore grips her mother’s hand. “Fashion is important to you-” “I remember-” “And now I showcase it with my drag.” Fiore says. “Excellence, grace, theatrics.” Margaret nods. Yasmin Raiz: “I wouldn’t treat my mother like that.” Yasmin shakes her head. ~ Chronologica goes to visit the racers. Hello, Granny! “Hi Darling.” Granny smiles. “This is my grandson, José.” José waves. Now Granny, tell me… what is your drag family brand?” “I’ve been asked this.” Granny smiles. “It is family.” Your family brand… is family? Granny nods. That seems off to me. What will you be doing as your look? “José is becoming Grandson Gorgeous.” Granny grins. Granny Gorgeous: “Love, positivity- a bitch of kitsch. My dear.” Granny smiles. Have you done King Drag before? “I want to show I can step outside of the box. And this is a great way to do so.” I love the idea. However… I’m going to need you to think if this is a solid reflection of your BRAND. Granny nods. Keep working at it. … Hi Jaslene. “Oooh, she’s cunt.” Jaslene’s partner smirks. Me? “Yes girl, you.” “Meet Jezebel Bangus.” Jaslene smirks. I see the family resemblance. The two grin, looking at each other. “She’s my sister.” Jaslene nods. “A trans woman, like me, a drag Queen, a performer and a star.” “So basically, we’re winning this.” Jezebel smirks. Chronologica laughs. How are you going to do that? “Style is important. I do not have a high fashion- couture, brand. And that is okay, because I serve. I am a performer, I am a star, and I’m going to shit on these bitches.” Jaslene smirks. Chronologica nods in agreement. I think that’s a great idea. Focusing on it. Jaslene nods. Jaslene Bangus: “I want this win. It’s eating at me. I’m giving everything.” … Hola, Aguacate! “Hola.” Tell me, what is your relationship with Mateo like? “We are fabulous Queens. We’re both Maricons-” Chronologica cackles. “And really, that says enough.” Aguacate shrugs. “To me, this challenge is to deliver camp Aguacate drag. Mexican, beautiful, gorgeous.” I think that’s a- “And I have the looks- and the makeup to show it.” Aguacate nods. The connection you have is strong here- what do you mean to each other? “He’s my best friend.” Aguacate says. “That is simply it.” …I want you to think about the dynamic between you two. Mateo hasn’t spoken. This is an equal opportunity challenge, and I want you to showcase that combination- AND your drag. “Okay.” Aguacate smiles. Good luck. Aguacate: “I mean, this isn’t Chronologica’s crying vulnerability race, but werk.” ~ As they get ready for the main stage, everyone is focused. “I’m corseting you for your LIFE.” Fiore looks at Francesca. “Okay, dear.” Francesca nods. Fiore Stravaganza: “This is MY moment. Every detail, every sparkle will be perfect.” “Oh, we’re serving cunt.” Jaslene smiles, looking at Jezebel. “We look fantastic. Like stars.” Jezebel nods. “Oh, another bodysuit?” Fiore looks at Jaslene. “It’s the brand.” Jaslene says. Fiore makes a face. “Girl, I don’t know who you are, but this bitch changed my life.” Jezebel rolls her eyes. “So like shut up and focus.” “How did she change your life?” Yasmin asks, as she sews Roti’s wig to a secondary wig. “I was 17, and she was a woman. A performer who was a girl like me, who made a career for herself. And I was kicked out when my Papa found out I was a girl.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” Darweshi looks over, as Omari confusingly struggles to paint her face. “But you had me, girl.” Jezebel holds Jaslene’s hand. “We’re both stars. And we- the world is challenging enough, so I look after my sisters. Even if my real family don’t support.” Jaslene smiles. “You look gorgeous, babe.” Jezebel winks. “I feel the same about my mama- who gets to be my drag sis.” Zazu smiles. “Like, Mama Nova…” Zazu tears up. Mama grins. “When my parents died in that meta train accident…” Zazu holds Mama’s hand. “I had you. And I found drag, I found love and support…” “All of us here have fantastic partners in drag.” Yasmin turns to Roti. “You’re the best damn boyfriend in the world.” Roti blushes. “To me-” Omari looks at Darweshi. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world, and I am pleased to be your wife.” “I love my grandson.” Granny blushes. “Your parents…” Pitaya looks at Aguacate, who shakes her head. “Can we not?” “We’re just observing discussions about our family, dear.” Granny smiles. “Focus on your poor makeup and finding a brand.” Aguacate responds. “Hey!” Omari looks at Aguacate. “You should really be looking at achieving FAMILY RESEMBLANCE. Because I don’t see it!” Aguacate laughs. Pitaya touches Aguacate’s shoulders. “Emotions! Chatting! Why can’t we all just deliver drag, OKAY?! WE DON’T NEED THE EMOTIONS!” Aguacate yells. The room is silent. “...Exactly.” Fiore adds. Aguacate: “We’re all too focused on the deep. No, I’m here to show Aguacate… and that’s what they’re gonna get.” “Are you-” “I’m fine.” Aguacate looks at Pitaya. “We’re gonna be loca girls!” Pitaya forces a smile. “Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!” Aguacate yells. ~ Stats Voting Spreadsheet |
2023.06.06 22:09 AustralianChrono Chronologica's Drag Race Season 4: Episode 9- Local Values: International Racers
 | Come on, shake your body, baby submitted by AustralianChrono to ChronologicasDragRace [link] [comments] Straight into the song, Zazu springs into action, her body moving to the tune of the conga with her feet furiously twirling to match. I know you can't control yourself any longer Crayola tries her best to dance into action, but it’s clear she is struggling to move in her massive gown- let alone with her dance skills… Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Zazu drops to the floor and takes whips out a fan, as Rachelle grins as Zazu spins around, whipping her hair. Let the music move your feet Crayola stumbles for a second, before holding up her dress to tapdance to the beat with a smile. Feel the fire of desire Bending backwards, Zazu eyes the judges panel as she hastendly lip syncs, every single utterance on the stage as the panel eats it up. Do the conga Zazu drops to the floor with a boom as the song ends, and the others clap, cheering with a smile. “Zazu, Shantay you stay.” Zazu gasps. “Thank you.” “Crayola Boxx, the crafty Queen. Thank you for coming here, and showing us you. But for now, sashay…. Away.” “Thank you.” Crayola tears up. “It’s been a journey, but I am happy to have been here for it.” Crayola struts off, with a smile on her face. “Back in my box!” Crayola Boxx: “I am sad to be going home 8th. But, I know I did well. I got two wins. I gave my heart… and that’s okay.” Lipstick Message: “BACK HOME! You all get an A+. Well done, racers!” ~ https://preview.redd.it/lnp2c0rxfg4b1.png?width=900&format=png&auto=webp&s=0c7eedf54fa00a1f80d79446ec4bf4635077facb The racers walk into the werkroom. “Crayola…” Aguacate frowns, before smirking. “Wait, I'm not sad… again!” “Hah, funny joke.” Omari quips. “You’re such a comedian.” “Back home. You all get an A+! Well done, racers.” Zazu smiles. “Awwh…” Aguacate grins. “She was an annoying teacher to the end.” “Clock that tea.” Jaslene smirks, sitting down. “Congrats to you, Aguacate for winning your second challenge.” Yasmin smiles. “It was fantastique.” The racers clap. “I feel like it clearly, smartly, correctly a reflection of my skillset, abilities and world renowned talent-” The others stare at Aguacate. Aguacate smiles. “That I win a second challenge. And I will a third, a fourth, a fifth-” “Congrats, girl. I hope you don’t bottom like the last person to win two challenges.” Jaslene says. “Oh, wait a minute…” Zazu gasps. “Is that true?” “Me, Crayola…” Granny nods. “It is true.” “Well simply put, I don’t plan on bottoming.” Aguacate grins. “Okay, sure.” Jaslene rolls her eyes. Fiore gets up, walking off without a word. Fiore Stravaganza: “Not in the mood to talk.” “Werk!” Jaslene laughs. “Well, whatever comes next.” Jaslene shrugs. “I hope it’s a fun time, and not another comedy challenge.” “Oh, girl-” Zazu looks at Jaslene. “Please.” “Oh, you’ve survived 4, I’m sure you can survive 5.” Omari winks. “No more bottoms, please!” Zazu screams. “I say that often.” Yasmin nods. Zazu Nova: “Like… last week was scary. But also, I felt ready. And I know this- statistically, it cannot be a comedy challenge next. So….” Zazu closes her eyes, and crosses her fingers. “Manifesting a WIN!” “You did well.” Omari nods, looking at Zazu. “Awwh, Omari…” Zazu grins. Zazu Nova: “It’s my time, it’s my time…” Zazu prays. ~ The Next Day, Yasmin smiles, looking at a table full of food. “Oh my god.” Jaslene says. “It’s-” “Fried Chicken, Waffles, Pancakes, Cheese, Wine, Non-Alcoholic Cocktails.” Yasmin smiles. “How the hell do you have the time?” Aguacate asks. “I woke up at like 3am, out of my mind.” Yasmin laughs. “So, I thought- let me make us all breakfast!” “This looks delicious, thank you Yasmin.” Granny smiles. “I’ll have some.” Jaslene grins, extending her hand to grab waffles. “Me too.” Omari smiles. “I’ll have some chicken…” Zazu nods. “I’m okay.” Fiore sits by the side. “Thank you for trying my food.” Yasmin looks at Jaslene with a grin. Jaslene winks. “Tastes delicious.” You’ve got drag mail! Familial Ties are important. Showcase that brand! “Oh my god my manifesting worked.” Zazu gasps. “That’s not real, love.” Yasmin giggles. It’s Drag Time! Hello, racers. Good to see you again. I want to introduce you to some special friends. Your loved ones! “Woah.” Aguacate stares awkwardly as she hears the words ‘Loved Ones’. Say hello to Zazu’s Drag Mother, Acera! Zazu gasps as Acera comes running out. “Brazil is here, BABY!” “Oooh yes.” Granny grins. Fiore’s Mother, Margaret! Fiore puts on a smile as her mother walks over. Granny’s Grandson, José! “My darling!” Granny hugs the tall José. Jaslene’s Drag Sister, Paula! “Oh, bitch!” Jaslene runs over. Yasmin’s boyfriend, Clem! “Baby!” Yasmin cheers, as Clem hands her a little box of food. “She’s not single?” Aguacate says. “Omari’s Wife, Sade!” “My WIFE!” Omari yells, tearing up as he wraps her in a hug. And Aguacate’s best friend, Mateo! “Ah, yes.” Aguacate nods. Racers, it’s time to makeover your loved ones! For this week’s maxi challenge, you will be getting the opportunity to showcase family resemblance at it’s best. I want you to showcase your brand- and strut the main stage with your family member serving family resemblance, racers! Jaslene Bangus: “Oh, girl. I’m ready.” This is a strong challenge to showcase your abilities. Good luck, racers… and do not fuck it up! ~ The racers start talking to their partners as they prepare for the challenge. “I am so excited.” Zazu looks excitedly at Acera. “And we’ve got an advantage.” “Oh darling, you better werk your cunt out this week.” Acera smirks. Zazu Nova: “Acera adopted me into her life shortly after the death of my parents. She is a fiery personality- and my inspiration.” “But I think, my idea here is really to zoom in more in the silly side.” Zazu grins. “I love fashion…” “As do all of my children.” “But, like- high-fashion with a slight tinge of CAMP.” Zazu winks. “Have you prepared?” Zazu picks up a notepad. “I’ve drawn this.” “This is your scope, darling. I think we need to really present an image- high class DRAG.” Acera says. “Show them South Africa’s finest.” “Yes!” Zazu cheers. “I can’t believe South Africa’s finest is a white girl and a Brazilian woman!” Omari yells from the table over. Zazu gasps, as her mother look at her. “You-” “He’s playing.” Zazu looks at Omari. “I think.” “DARLING.” Omari’s wife, Sade smacks him playfully. Omari chuckles, a big smile on his face. “I am so excited to have you here.” Omari smiles. King Omari Star: “Sade the light of my life. The one…” Omari tears up. “Consistent thing I always know has my back.” “And I am you.” Sade grins. “From the Martial Artist’s daughter.. To your wife.” The two kiss. King Omari Star: “Being a lesbian couple is a challenge. But we live proudly, and she celebrates my drag.” “I think of course, you must give ROYAL.” Omari smirks. “The Chief and his second-in-command.” “Why can I not be the chief?!” “Darling…” Omari looks at Sade. King Omari Star: “However… I am thinking. My brand is very singular- specific to me. I love my looks, but I must ponder how to deliver family resemblance when Omari is in many ways a solo character.” “Let me figure this out.” Omari purses his lips. “You can be Darweshi King Star.” “LITTLE KING STAR?!” “My second in command.” Omari winks. Meanwhile, Yasmin chats with her partner as she observes Fiore talking with her mother. “So, Mother- we must act with class here, this week.” Fiore purses her lips. “Of course, my darling-” “Class.” Fiore eyes her mother. “This is how we present herselves.” Fiore stands tall. “You will not act as a peasant-” Yasmin and her boyfriend look at each other, listening in. “We must be the height of class and sophistication. This is important.” Fiore eyes her. “You understand this?” Fiore Stravaganza: “I know I must deliver. This is a challenge made- for me.” “Of course…” “I don’t want us to lose this challenge if we don’t showcase it. I am leading this pack- stylistically, I know I have this.” Fiore grips her mother’s hand. “Fashion is important to you-” “I remember-” “And now I showcase it with my drag.” Fiore says. “Excellence, grace, theatrics.” Margaret nods. Yasmin Raiz: “I wouldn’t treat my mother like that.” Yasmin shakes her head. ~ Chronologica goes to visit the racers. Hello, Granny! “Hi Darling.” Granny smiles. “This is my grandson, José.” José waves. Now Granny, tell me… what is your drag family brand?” “I’ve been asked this.” Granny smiles. “It is family.” Your family brand… is family? Granny nods. That seems off to me. What will you be doing as your look? “José is becoming Grandson Gorgeous.” Granny grins. Granny Gorgeous: “Love, positivity- a bitch of kitsch. My dear.” Granny smiles. Have you done King Drag before? “I want to show I can step outside of the box. And this is a great way to do so.” I love the idea. However… I’m going to need you to think if this is a solid reflection of your BRAND. Granny nods. Keep working at it. … Hi Jaslene. “Oooh, she’s cunt.” Jaslene’s partner smirks. Me? “Yes girl, you.” “Meet Jezebel Bangus.” Jaslene smirks. I see the family resemblance. The two grin, looking at each other. “She’s my sister.” Jaslene nods. “A trans woman, like me, a drag Queen, a performer and a star.” “So basically, we’re winning this.” Jezebel smirks. Chronologica laughs. How are you going to do that? “Style is important. I do not have a high fashion- couture, brand. And that is okay, because I serve. I am a performer, I am a star, and I’m going to shit on these bitches.” Jaslene smirks. Chronologica nods in agreement. I think that’s a great idea. Focusing on it. Jaslene nods. Jaslene Bangus: “I want this win. It’s eating at me. I’m giving everything.” … Hola, Aguacate! “Hola.” Tell me, what is your relationship with Mateo like? “We are fabulous Queens. We’re both Maricons-” Chronologica cackles. “And really, that says enough.” Aguacate shrugs. “To me, this challenge is to deliver camp Aguacate drag. Mexican, beautiful, gorgeous.” I think that’s a- “And I have the looks- and the makeup to show it.” Aguacate nods. The connection you have is strong here- what do you mean to each other? “He’s my best friend.” Aguacate says. “That is simply it.” …I want you to think about the dynamic between you two. Mateo hasn’t spoken. This is an equal opportunity challenge, and I want you to showcase that combination- AND your drag. “Okay.” Aguacate smiles. Good luck. Aguacate: “I mean, this isn’t Chronologica’s crying vulnerability race, but werk.” ~ As they get ready for the main stage, everyone is focused. “I’m corseting you for your LIFE.” Fiore looks at Francesca. “Okay, dear.” Francesca nods. Fiore Stravaganza: “This is MY moment. Every detail, every sparkle will be perfect.” “Oh, we’re serving cunt.” Jaslene smiles, looking at Jezebel. “We look fantastic. Like stars.” Jezebel nods. “Oh, another bodysuit?” Fiore looks at Jaslene. “It’s the brand.” Jaslene says. Fiore makes a face. “Girl, I don’t know who you are, but this bitch changed my life.” Jezebel rolls her eyes. “So like shut up and focus.” “How did she change your life?” Yasmin asks, as she sews Roti’s wig to a secondary wig. “I was 17, and she was a woman. A performer who was a girl like me, who made a career for herself. And I was kicked out when my Papa found out I was a girl.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” Darweshi looks over, as Omari confusingly struggles to paint her face. “But you had me, girl.” Jezebel holds Jaslene’s hand. “We’re both stars. And we- the world is challenging enough, so I look after my sisters. Even if my real family don’t support.” Jaslene smiles. “You look gorgeous, babe.” Jezebel winks. “I feel the same about my mama- who gets to be my drag sis.” Zazu smiles. “Like, Mama Nova…” Zazu tears up. Mama grins. “When my parents died in that meta train accident…” Zazu holds Mama’s hand. “I had you. And I found drag, I found love and support…” “All of us here have fantastic partners in drag.” Yasmin turns to Roti. “You’re the best damn boyfriend in the world.” Roti blushes. “To me-” Omari looks at Darweshi. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world, and I am pleased to be your wife.” “I love my grandson.” Granny blushes. “Your parents…” Pitaya looks at Aguacate, who shakes her head. “Can we not?” “We’re just observing discussions about our family, dear.” Granny smiles. “Focus on your poor makeup and finding a brand.” Aguacate responds. “Hey!” Omari looks at Aguacate. “You should really be looking at achieving FAMILY RESEMBLANCE. Because I don’t see it!” Aguacate laughs. Pitaya touches Aguacate’s shoulders. “Emotions! Chatting! Why can’t we all just deliver drag, OKAY?! WE DON’T NEED THE EMOTIONS!” Aguacate yells. The room is silent. “...Exactly.” Fiore adds. Aguacate: “We’re all too focused on the deep. No, I’m here to show Aguacate… and that’s what they’re gonna get.” “Are you-” “I’m fine.” Aguacate looks at Pitaya. “We’re gonna be loca girls!” Pitaya forces a smile. “Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!” Aguacate yells. ~ Stats Voting Spreadsheet |
2023.06.06 22:07 someone_else21 Those of you who read all seven books in one go (without having to wait a year or more for another title), how different was it?
TLDR = the title
I started reading HP when only the first three of the books were out.
I had to wait briefly for GoF translation and then the long wait for OotP began (in the meantime, I learned English by reading the four available books in the original so I wouldn't have to wait that long, but then OotP came out and it was so thick and difficult that I read the fan translation anyway. That was a memorably hilarious experience and not just because MS Word exchanged the word Hagrid for Hybrid in the whole text).
Then I remember waiting for HBP and the wild theories who it was. Can you imagine not knowing? Snape and Sirius are my favorite characters - this hasn't changed in 20+ years - so of course I read every theory and fan fiction concerning them. There was a time people used to think Snape was a rich Pureblood and lived in a mansion (in which he had, like, a torture dungeon and shit). In a way, the waiting before HBP was one of the most magical because I had time to read absolutely all the fan essays about everything, all the discussions, all the theories. No one was sure whether Hermione would end up with Ron or Harry. No one knew about the horcruxes and there was a fanfic about literally everything. People wrote their own versions of the future books.
Then after HBP, many fans (I admit - myself not included because I clearly cannot pick up the most obvious clues and have to rely on others interpreting things for me) figured out many of the DH plot points, especially Snape's motivation and everything concerning him and Dumbledore.
When DH was closing in, there was the so-called "carpet book" (somebody took a picture of every page of DH and posted it online about a week prior to the release) and everyone went mad. The book was bound to be a disappointment if only because it would be the last one but also because JKR could not possibly live up to all the expectations. I disliked DH because I honestly thought the writing quality went down (eg. Lupin suddenly sounding like someone completely different - he did not talk like that, come on! And Accio Hagrid?! The Trace? etc.) and I hated the neverending camping trip. But also it felt ... strange. The Prince's Tale honestly felt like fan fiction. Like rather badly plotted one, with the timeline of the Werewolf Prank and SWM mixed up. But this was just because I had spent two years reading all the discussions and theories. I knew what was coming. Maybe my experience would be completely different if I just read the story as it should be read - without the knowledge of thousands of pages of external analyses and opinions dissecting every word, every sentence of every HP book. Without having read any of the fan fiction.
I think that it must have been the wait between the books that made Snape's popularity explode originally. In canon, Snape has turned out to be a simple, straightforward character, with Sirius being his perfect foil (one loved Lily, the other loved James, both saw James in Harry, you know the drill). JKR had a clear idea for Snape's storyline from the start. He was the red herring in the first book and in the whole series which is what made him so interesting to us all. But still, his character and his backstory are clearcut, the mystery has been solved! I'm glad people are still arguing, but where is this coming from? JKR obviously enjoyed writing Snape, which made his every appearance entertaing* which is honestly why I think so many of us enjoyed overanalyzing everything back when we didn't know what would happen in the future books. But now? The main Harry Potter sub banned topics on Snape and James for a while, but come on, who is even discussing this anymore? This has been discussed for the past twenty years! There just isn't enough backstory on James, period. Or even young Snape. FIll in the blanks yourself, end of story, this will never be resolved, the books are not primarily about them. Or do you mean to tell me that books are still just as magical and the characters just as intriguing as when no one knew the ending? Is that really how it was for you even though you may have already known the ending from the films when you started reading?
So my question is: how did the books feel like to those of you who could read them without any interruption? Were you surprised by any specific revelation? Did you see any of the plot development coming? Did some characters seem to get "out of character" in the later books? Did you also like the first three books the most? Did you also think DH kind of sucked? Did you also spend hours reading and researching why the hell Snape asked "To whom did the dog belong" during the Occlumency lesson or did you just not care?
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*quote from CoS - it used to be stuff like this that made Snape so popular, not the endless loved Lily/obsessed over Lily circle jerks- so much about him was unknown and his every appearance in the books was just gold:
“Hang on . . .” Harry muttered to Ron. “There’s an empty chair at the staff table. . . . Where’s Snape?” "Maybe he's ill!" said Ron hopefully. “Maybe he’s left,” said Harry, “because he missed out on the Defense Against the Dark Arts job again!” “Or he might have been sacked!” said Ron enthusiastically. “I mean, everyone hates him —” “Or maybe,” said a very cold voice right behind them, “he’s waiting to hear why you two didn’t arrive on the school train.” Harry spun around. There, his black robes rippling in a cold breeze, stood Severus Snape.”
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I started reading HP when only the first three of the books were out.
I had to wait briefly for GoF translation and then the long wait for OotP began (in the meantime, I learned English by reading the four available books in the original so I wouldn't have to wait that long, but then OotP came out and it was so thick and difficult that I read the fan translation anyway. That was a memorably hilarious experience and not just because MS Word exchanged the word Hagrid for Hybrid in the whole text).
Then I remember waiting for HBP and the wild theories who it was. Can you imagine not knowing? Snape and Sirius are my favorite characters - this hasn't changed in 20+ years - so of course I read every theory and fan fiction concerning them. There was a time people used to think Snape was a rich Pureblood and lived in a mansion (in which he had, like, a torture dungeon and shit). In a way, the waiting before HBP was one of the most magical because I had time to read absolutely all the fan essays about everything, all the discussions, all the theories. No one was sure whether Hermione would end up with Ron or Harry. No one knew about the horcruxes and there was a fanfic about literally everything. People wrote their own versions of the future books.
Then after HBP, many fans (I admit - myself not included because I clearly cannot pick up the most obvious clues and have to rely on others interpreting things for me) figured out many of the DH plot points, especially Snape's motivation and everything concerning him and Dumbledore.
When DH was closing in, there was the so-called "carpet book" (somebody took a picture of every page of DH and posted it online about a week prior to the release) and everyone went mad. The book was bound to be a disappointment if only because it would be the last one but also because JKR could not possibly live up to all the expectations. I disliked DH because I honestly thought the writing quality went down (eg. Lupin suddenly sounding like someone completely different - he did not talk like that, come on! And Accio Hagrid?! The Trace? etc.) and I hated the neverending camping trip. But also it felt ... strange. The Prince's Tale honestly felt like fan fiction. Like rather badly plotted one, with the timeline of the Werewolf Prank and SWM mixed up. But this was just because I had spent two years reading all the discussions and theories. I knew what was coming. Maybe my experience would be completely different if I just read the story as it should be read - without the knowledge of thousands of pages of external analyses and opinions dissecting every word, every sentence of every HP book. Without having read any of the fan fiction.
I think that it must have been the wait between the books that made Snape's popularity explode originally. In canon, Snape has turned out to be a simple, straightforward character, with Sirius being his perfect foil (one loved Lily, the other loved James, both saw James in Harry, you know the drill). JKR had a clear idea for Snape's storyline from the start. He was the red herring in the first book and in the whole series which is what made him so interesting to us all. But still, his character and his backstory are clearcut, the mystery has been solved! I'm glad people are still arguing, but where is this coming from? JKR obviously enjoyed writing Snape, which made his every appearance entertaing* which is honestly why I think so many of us enjoyed overanalyzing everything back when we didn't know what would happen in the future books. But now? The main Harry Potter sub banned topics on Snape and James for a while, but come on, who is even discussing this anymore? This has been discussed for the past twenty years! There just isn't enough backstory on James, period. Or even young Snape. FIll in the blanks yourself, end of story, this will never be resolved, the books are not primarily about them. Or do you mean to tell me that books are still just as magical and the characters just as intriguing as when no one knew the ending? Is that really how it was for you even though you may have already known the ending from the films when you started reading?
So my question is: how did the books feel like to those of you who could read them without any interruption? Were you surprised by any specific revelation? Did you see any of the plot development coming? Did some characters seem to get "out of character" in the later books? Did you also like the first three books the most? Did you also think DH kind of sucked? Did you also spend hours reading and researching why the hell Snape asked "To whom did the dog belong" during the Occlumency lesson or did you just not care?
_______
*quote from CoS - it used to be stuff like this that made Snape so popular, not the endless loved Lily/obsessed over Lily circle jerks- so much about him was unknown and his every appearance in the books was just gold:
“Hang on . . .” Harry muttered to Ron. “There’s an empty chair at the staff table. . . . Where’s Snape?” "Maybe he's ill!" said Ron hopefully. “Maybe he’s left,” said Harry, “because he missed out on the Defense Against the Dark Arts job again!” “Or he might have been sacked!” said Ron enthusiastically. “I mean, everyone hates him —” “Or maybe,” said a very cold voice right behind them, “he’s waiting to hear why you two didn’t arrive on the school train.” Harry spun around. There, his black robes rippling in a cold breeze, stood Severus Snape.”
2023.06.06 22:07 Issac_E234 Azur Waves, Chapter 28 (part 2)
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Chapter 28 cont;
Working at sea had made me buy a coat specifically designed for the more extreme types of weather, but with its age and my short stint in the Irish sea the efficacy of the wax coating had all but vanished, after only taking a few steps I felt the water beginning to seep through. Putting aside the chill that came with wearing wet clothes I made my way along the deck until I found the cruiser.
She wasn't particularly difficult to find. Her cherry blond hair and pure white cape made it easy to spot her against the greys of the ship and sky. Her head was tilted upward with her eyes closed. She held Montpelier’s cube in her arms letting the rain fall on it. She must have noticed me coming, for she opened her eyes and looked over to me as I approached.
“Hey.” She greeted, her tone completely neutral and with a distinctive lack of the boyish bravado I had heard before. Her hair and all of her clothes were absolutely drenched yet she didn't seem to care.
“Hey. How are you holding up?” I awkwardly replied.
“Fine, I guess.” Cleveland replied, looking down at the cube and affectionately rubbing it with her thumb. “I’ve had this body for half a year now. Yet this is the first time I've ever felt the rain.”
“And how are you finding it?”
“Cold and wet.” She lifted her head up once again, letting the rain splash against her face. “But it is kinda nice. The sound against the deck and sea is rather pleasant.”
“You should try listening to it near a forest or field, especially during spring. I used to listen to it all the time back home.” Memories of countless days back home sitting in the study with the window open reading book after book while it rained outside surfaced.
“Guess that stereotype holds true then, eh?” There was the faintest hint of a smile on her lips. “Monty always enjoyed the quiet time we had together.”
My eyes were drawn to the cube in her hands. “May I?”
There was a moment of reticence before she slowly offered the cube to me. “Please, be careful.”
“I will, I promise.” I carefully took the item from Cleveland, taking it into my hands as delicately as I could. The dull crystal felt cold to my touch, and it wasn’t only due to the rain. I slowly rotated it in my fingers, hoping for something, anything that would show a sign of activity within, yet my mind didn’t become awash with random thoughts or feelings; it felt like nothing more than mundane glass in my hands.
The guilt was piling up again. “I can't begin to express how sorry I am. We should have acted sooner.”
Cleveland looked at her hand while she flexed her fingers, but her eyes never left the cube. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You did all that you could, and even took a great risk for complete strangers. It's me who is to blame for not being there for her. For leaving her behind.”
“But I will not fail her again.” She continued, confidence returning to her voice and posture. “I know within my heart that we will be reunited one day.” She ran a hand along the silver streak in her hair.
“If you don't mind me asking, what happened when you touched your sister's ship? For a moment it looked like you had two riggings.” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
“I don't really know what or how I did it, I just couldn't let her ship fall apart like that. However, now it seems like I can have both my and her rigging.” She waved a hand out to sea where a Cruiser sailed alongside the battleship. And with a flash of light her rigging appeared. “It's uncomfortable having both at the same time to say the least, but like this it's not too bad.”
“Well you can keep her ship safe for her.” I carefully held out the cube for her to take back. “If there's one thing I've learned in the time I've spent around you girls is that anything is possible.”
“Thanks.” She took the cube back. “Not just for saying that, but for everything you and your crew have done. It's heartening to know there's at least one person out there looking out for us.” Cleveland rocked on her heels. “If it's alright with you, may I hang around with you guys for a bit? I don't really have anywhere else to go and being part of a fleet sounds nice.”
“There will always be a place for you in this fleet, Cleveland. For you and any other ship that wishes to join us.” I offered my hand. “No strings attached, if you don't wish to fight or follow orders then you can just wait out any fight onboard a ship”
Cleveland gave a toothy smile. “I won’t be no slacker. I'll earn my keep just as much as any other girl. You can depend on our six inch guns.” I paid attention to her eyes when she took my hand. Now there was the distinct blue glow for less than a second in her right eye, something that had happened before with other girls. Cleveland seemed to relax slightly after the exchange, but I could still see weariness in her.
She tilted her head up to the sky. “Man, it's really coming down now. We should head back inside.” Cleveland took one more pensive look at her ship before walking inside.
The water dripping from our clothes echoed inside the ship as we walked. We came upon a junction where we would go down different paths, and Cleveland paused to speak, rubbing the brooch on her cape once again. “James… About what you did. I know it probably isn't right to say, but thank you. If anyone deserved such a fate, it was him. So you ever need anything from me, no matter what it is I will do it.”
“Uh, thanks.” I replied, unable to think of something meaningful to say. The idea of being thanked for what I did was hard to comprehend, but the gratitude I saw in the cruiser's face helped ease the turmoil within.
That gratitude was also disturbing somehow.
–
I decided to return to my cabin with my drenched self and next to no desire to eat. I changed out of the wet raincoat and inner clothes and sat down on my bed, contemplating what to do. With how exhausted I felt sleep would probably come easily but I knew without a doubt it would be anything but peaceful.
There was the option of finishing off the bottle under my bed, but while it would help it’d only be pushing the problem aside temporarily, and I didn’t want Warspite or worse, Javelin or Z23 see me in that state. I continued mulling over my options until the daylight disappeared completely. Just as I was about to risk a night's sleep there and there came a gentle knocking at my door.
With a sigh, I got up and opened the door. I was greeted with the warm and dignified visage of Hood standing on the other side, with several books held under her arm and lips curled into a smile when our eyes met.
“Ah good,” her eyes moved to the empty tray still left at the side. “I see you enjoyed your lunch. May I come in?”
Hood had been the one to leave that try outside my door, even after how I had snapped at her, now I just felt even more guilty.
I stepped aside and waved her in. “Please.”
The battlecruiser walked into the small cabin with a familiar scent of lavender trailing behind her. She placed her books down on the small table while inquisitively looking around the room. I soon wished I had cleaned it.
I gulped when her eyes spotted the bottle under my bed. She didn’t say anything about it, but laid dead still, keeping an inscrutable smile. She lingered on it for a moment then returned her attention to me, taking off the glove of her right hand in the process. She gestured to come closer with one of her revealed fingers. “Come here.”
The very instant I closed the distance, I received a slap for the second time today, faster than I could react as well.
“I deserved that.” I sputtered gracelessly, rubbing my swollen cheek. She didn’t hit me as hard as Warspite had, but it had been the same side and reignited the sting from earlier.
“I will not tolerate being spoken to in such a manner, not from you nor anyone else. Not now, not ever.” Hood folded her arm and raised her nose curtly, her face a scowl of indignation. “No matter what you went through, to threaten one of us with an order of that kind goes against everything you stand for, and if you ever begin to stray again a slap will be the least of your problems, James.”
I looked down, misery once more coming afloat.
With her fury vented, Hood's posture relaxed and she looked at me more caringly. She put on her glove again. “James. I–we only desire to be of service to you in any way we can. You need not suffer alone. You don’t have to suffer alone, nothing good will come of it. Which is why I am here now.”
She carefully sat down on the small chair in the room, ensuring her large skirt didn’t get caught or creased.
“I don’t understand?”
She smiled with dignity. “My cabin is directly next to yours. And the walls are naught but a thin sheet of metal. I know you regularly awaken suddenly in the night from being disturbed in your sleep, so I'm here to ensure you get a proper night's rest.” She waved to the pile of books and the bed. “Don’t worry about me, I will keep myself occupied.”
I opened my mouth to protest but she quickly cut me off. “There will be no negotiation, you assisted me when I struggled to sleep and now I shall do the same. Now get yourself ready for bed, I will close my eyes.” She leaned back and shut her eyes.
Knowing there was no point in arguing, I removed both my shirt and trousers and laid myself down in bed. My face felt warm at the idea of Hood sitting by me while I slept, enough to overpower the last bits of lingering pain from the slap, but exhaustion hit me like a train the moment I laid down.
Hood reopened her eyes with the slightest bit of a blush of her own. “Good, now you just relax and I will be here if you need me.” Hood reached down and grabbed the bottle. “Honestly, I don’t understand your reasoning behind seeking comfort in this instead of getting it from a beautiful lady.” She opened the bottle and took a rather large swig.
“Don’t know where I could find the latter.” I mumbled.
“I am not ignorant of how I look, nor am I to your wandering gaze.” She quipped with a coy smile. “Now enough chitchat, it’s time for you to rest. That is unless you want me to read for you?”
“Fine, fine. Have it your way.” I said, resting my head down and shutting my eyes. It took a while to get over the nerves of having Hood sitting beside me, but the occasional flip of a page became a pleasant background noise that helped lull me to sleep.
—
Warspite sat in her captain’s chair, resting her head in her arm as she wracked her brain. She rocked her head back with a groan once more. “Why did you have to go and hit him, Warspite? You bloody stupid ship.”
She didn’t know why she had such a rush of emotions when he spoke and acted without thinking before bawling like an infant. Why is it now that just his presence is enough to throw her whits into a loop, yet she couldn’t wait until he was sitting in this chair with her at his side again?
“Things were easier when I wanted naught but to throw him overboard.” She sighed.
Another issue came to her mind, something she had brought back from the facility, not the notebook; that could remain safely locked away until she was sure her opinion of humans wouldn’t worsen even more. This was something else, something she wished she had never even touched and just left it where it lay, for what it meant made her sick.
Someone approached her bridge, Warspite quickly brushed aside her thoughts and tried to figure out who it was. She was unsuccessful at figuring out who it was but when the door had opened she quickly dropped to her knee.
“Good evening, your Majesty.”
Elizabeth smiled and walked onto the bridge. “There will never be a day where thou need to kneel upon thy own bridge. Stand, my dear Warspite.”
“Yes, your Majesty.” The battleship stood back up. “How was your rest? I hope the rain was not too distracting.” Warspite offered the captain's chair to Elizabeth for her to sit. But the tiny Queen remained standing.
After surveying the surrounding sea Elizabeth turned to her sister. “T’was most pleasant. How did things fare while I rested? Did you speak to our Commander about the book?”
“Ah, well.” Warspite scratched her head. “He gave me the same answer as you, your Majesty. I will wait until Cleveland is in a better condition and ask her permission to read it.”
Elizabeth brought a hand to her chin, noticing the small movements and fidgeting her sister was still doing. “Yet something troubles you still. Is it anything I could be of assistance with?”
Warspite sighed and dropped her shoulders. “May I ask for your assistance in something, not as my queen but as my sister?”
The Queen nodded with a soft smile. “I will always be your big sister before I am your Queen, Warspite. What is it you wish to confide in me with?”
“One second.” She replied before walking off into a small secondary inner communications room connected to the bridge, its purpose made redundant by her being able to control the ship completely no matter where she was. But inside a small cabinet was an inconspicuous rag that hid the source of her problems. She returned to the bridge with the item in hand.
“The notepad wasn't the only thing I grabbed before leaving.” She spoke as she walked over. “When James…” Warspite paused as she relived the memory. “When he shot that wretched man he dropped his gun.”
Peeling back the rag she showed Elizabeth the firearm. “There had been something about the sound it made when it fell that made me curious. I could tell you, but I think it's better for you to see for yourself.”
She offered the gun to her sister cautiously. Elizabeth took the firearm into her hand, instantly finding herself being able to handle it like she had trained with it for decades. Her brow furrowed as she noticed something was off about it.
“It can't be.” She pressed down on the magazine release to confirm her suspicion. “It's… empty?” Elizabeth was dumbfounded at the empty magazine. “Did you unload it?”
Warspite sighed and shook her head. “Unfortunately no. This is how it was, so technically…”
“James was never in any real danger.” Elizabeth finished, remembering what Warspite had told her of the exchange when they had returned.
“And that's the problem, I know James would want me to be honest to him. But what he did is tearing him apart inside, this would only make things worse.” She looked in the general direction of where his cabin would be. “I’m perplexed, Elizabeth. I’m sorry for dropping this on you, but what should I do?”
The Queen was silent for a while. Her gaze was distant as she thought over the problem until her smile returned and she returned the gun to her sister. “You should throw this in the ocean and forget about it. He put a gun against our James’ head. Loaded or not, James acted accordingly.”
Warspite looked at the gun and nodded. “I should have clocked it.”
An arm rested against her shoulder. “The past is filled with should haves and would haves, Warspite. If we were able to go back and change things then a lot of disasters could have been avoided.” Elizabeth felt the echoes of a memory come to mind, of a beach too steep to climb and an ocean filled with blood. “But we can't change them, so we must learn, grow stronger and soldier onward.”
The two sisters embraced one another in a hug for a long time until eventually breaking and retiring for the night. But not before the old warship went and threw the gun overboard, cursing the name of its deceased owner as she did, hoping the seas would swallow one more secret, never to resurface again.
(A/N) once again I ended up seeing this chapter getting longer and longer, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and look forward to the next, it should be coming soon as at the time of posting this the next chapter is already about halfway done.
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Fanfiction.
Chapter 28 cont;
Working at sea had made me buy a coat specifically designed for the more extreme types of weather, but with its age and my short stint in the Irish sea the efficacy of the wax coating had all but vanished, after only taking a few steps I felt the water beginning to seep through. Putting aside the chill that came with wearing wet clothes I made my way along the deck until I found the cruiser.
She wasn't particularly difficult to find. Her cherry blond hair and pure white cape made it easy to spot her against the greys of the ship and sky. Her head was tilted upward with her eyes closed. She held Montpelier’s cube in her arms letting the rain fall on it. She must have noticed me coming, for she opened her eyes and looked over to me as I approached.
“Hey.” She greeted, her tone completely neutral and with a distinctive lack of the boyish bravado I had heard before. Her hair and all of her clothes were absolutely drenched yet she didn't seem to care.
“Hey. How are you holding up?” I awkwardly replied.
“Fine, I guess.” Cleveland replied, looking down at the cube and affectionately rubbing it with her thumb. “I’ve had this body for half a year now. Yet this is the first time I've ever felt the rain.”
“And how are you finding it?”
“Cold and wet.” She lifted her head up once again, letting the rain splash against her face. “But it is kinda nice. The sound against the deck and sea is rather pleasant.”
“You should try listening to it near a forest or field, especially during spring. I used to listen to it all the time back home.” Memories of countless days back home sitting in the study with the window open reading book after book while it rained outside surfaced.
“Guess that stereotype holds true then, eh?” There was the faintest hint of a smile on her lips. “Monty always enjoyed the quiet time we had together.”
My eyes were drawn to the cube in her hands. “May I?”
There was a moment of reticence before she slowly offered the cube to me. “Please, be careful.”
“I will, I promise.” I carefully took the item from Cleveland, taking it into my hands as delicately as I could. The dull crystal felt cold to my touch, and it wasn’t only due to the rain. I slowly rotated it in my fingers, hoping for something, anything that would show a sign of activity within, yet my mind didn’t become awash with random thoughts or feelings; it felt like nothing more than mundane glass in my hands.
The guilt was piling up again. “I can't begin to express how sorry I am. We should have acted sooner.”
Cleveland looked at her hand while she flexed her fingers, but her eyes never left the cube. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You did all that you could, and even took a great risk for complete strangers. It's me who is to blame for not being there for her. For leaving her behind.”
“But I will not fail her again.” She continued, confidence returning to her voice and posture. “I know within my heart that we will be reunited one day.” She ran a hand along the silver streak in her hair.
“If you don't mind me asking, what happened when you touched your sister's ship? For a moment it looked like you had two riggings.” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
“I don't really know what or how I did it, I just couldn't let her ship fall apart like that. However, now it seems like I can have both my and her rigging.” She waved a hand out to sea where a Cruiser sailed alongside the battleship. And with a flash of light her rigging appeared. “It's uncomfortable having both at the same time to say the least, but like this it's not too bad.”
“Well you can keep her ship safe for her.” I carefully held out the cube for her to take back. “If there's one thing I've learned in the time I've spent around you girls is that anything is possible.”
“Thanks.” She took the cube back. “Not just for saying that, but for everything you and your crew have done. It's heartening to know there's at least one person out there looking out for us.” Cleveland rocked on her heels. “If it's alright with you, may I hang around with you guys for a bit? I don't really have anywhere else to go and being part of a fleet sounds nice.”
“There will always be a place for you in this fleet, Cleveland. For you and any other ship that wishes to join us.” I offered my hand. “No strings attached, if you don't wish to fight or follow orders then you can just wait out any fight onboard a ship”
Cleveland gave a toothy smile. “I won’t be no slacker. I'll earn my keep just as much as any other girl. You can depend on our six inch guns.” I paid attention to her eyes when she took my hand. Now there was the distinct blue glow for less than a second in her right eye, something that had happened before with other girls. Cleveland seemed to relax slightly after the exchange, but I could still see weariness in her.
She tilted her head up to the sky. “Man, it's really coming down now. We should head back inside.” Cleveland took one more pensive look at her ship before walking inside.
The water dripping from our clothes echoed inside the ship as we walked. We came upon a junction where we would go down different paths, and Cleveland paused to speak, rubbing the brooch on her cape once again. “James… About what you did. I know it probably isn't right to say, but thank you. If anyone deserved such a fate, it was him. So you ever need anything from me, no matter what it is I will do it.”
“Uh, thanks.” I replied, unable to think of something meaningful to say. The idea of being thanked for what I did was hard to comprehend, but the gratitude I saw in the cruiser's face helped ease the turmoil within.
That gratitude was also disturbing somehow.
–
I decided to return to my cabin with my drenched self and next to no desire to eat. I changed out of the wet raincoat and inner clothes and sat down on my bed, contemplating what to do. With how exhausted I felt sleep would probably come easily but I knew without a doubt it would be anything but peaceful.
There was the option of finishing off the bottle under my bed, but while it would help it’d only be pushing the problem aside temporarily, and I didn’t want Warspite or worse, Javelin or Z23 see me in that state. I continued mulling over my options until the daylight disappeared completely. Just as I was about to risk a night's sleep there and there came a gentle knocking at my door.
With a sigh, I got up and opened the door. I was greeted with the warm and dignified visage of Hood standing on the other side, with several books held under her arm and lips curled into a smile when our eyes met.
“Ah good,” her eyes moved to the empty tray still left at the side. “I see you enjoyed your lunch. May I come in?”
Hood had been the one to leave that try outside my door, even after how I had snapped at her, now I just felt even more guilty.
I stepped aside and waved her in. “Please.”
The battlecruiser walked into the small cabin with a familiar scent of lavender trailing behind her. She placed her books down on the small table while inquisitively looking around the room. I soon wished I had cleaned it.
I gulped when her eyes spotted the bottle under my bed. She didn’t say anything about it, but laid dead still, keeping an inscrutable smile. She lingered on it for a moment then returned her attention to me, taking off the glove of her right hand in the process. She gestured to come closer with one of her revealed fingers. “Come here.”
The very instant I closed the distance, I received a slap for the second time today, faster than I could react as well.
“I deserved that.” I sputtered gracelessly, rubbing my swollen cheek. She didn’t hit me as hard as Warspite had, but it had been the same side and reignited the sting from earlier.
“I will not tolerate being spoken to in such a manner, not from you nor anyone else. Not now, not ever.” Hood folded her arm and raised her nose curtly, her face a scowl of indignation. “No matter what you went through, to threaten one of us with an order of that kind goes against everything you stand for, and if you ever begin to stray again a slap will be the least of your problems, James.”
I looked down, misery once more coming afloat.
With her fury vented, Hood's posture relaxed and she looked at me more caringly. She put on her glove again. “James. I–we only desire to be of service to you in any way we can. You need not suffer alone. You don’t have to suffer alone, nothing good will come of it. Which is why I am here now.”
She carefully sat down on the small chair in the room, ensuring her large skirt didn’t get caught or creased.
“I don’t understand?”
She smiled with dignity. “My cabin is directly next to yours. And the walls are naught but a thin sheet of metal. I know you regularly awaken suddenly in the night from being disturbed in your sleep, so I'm here to ensure you get a proper night's rest.” She waved to the pile of books and the bed. “Don’t worry about me, I will keep myself occupied.”
I opened my mouth to protest but she quickly cut me off. “There will be no negotiation, you assisted me when I struggled to sleep and now I shall do the same. Now get yourself ready for bed, I will close my eyes.” She leaned back and shut her eyes.
Knowing there was no point in arguing, I removed both my shirt and trousers and laid myself down in bed. My face felt warm at the idea of Hood sitting by me while I slept, enough to overpower the last bits of lingering pain from the slap, but exhaustion hit me like a train the moment I laid down.
Hood reopened her eyes with the slightest bit of a blush of her own. “Good, now you just relax and I will be here if you need me.” Hood reached down and grabbed the bottle. “Honestly, I don’t understand your reasoning behind seeking comfort in this instead of getting it from a beautiful lady.” She opened the bottle and took a rather large swig.
“Don’t know where I could find the latter.” I mumbled.
“I am not ignorant of how I look, nor am I to your wandering gaze.” She quipped with a coy smile. “Now enough chitchat, it’s time for you to rest. That is unless you want me to read for you?”
“Fine, fine. Have it your way.” I said, resting my head down and shutting my eyes. It took a while to get over the nerves of having Hood sitting beside me, but the occasional flip of a page became a pleasant background noise that helped lull me to sleep.
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Warspite sat in her captain’s chair, resting her head in her arm as she wracked her brain. She rocked her head back with a groan once more. “Why did you have to go and hit him, Warspite? You bloody stupid ship.”
She didn’t know why she had such a rush of emotions when he spoke and acted without thinking before bawling like an infant. Why is it now that just his presence is enough to throw her whits into a loop, yet she couldn’t wait until he was sitting in this chair with her at his side again?
“Things were easier when I wanted naught but to throw him overboard.” She sighed.
Another issue came to her mind, something she had brought back from the facility, not the notebook; that could remain safely locked away until she was sure her opinion of humans wouldn’t worsen even more. This was something else, something she wished she had never even touched and just left it where it lay, for what it meant made her sick.
Someone approached her bridge, Warspite quickly brushed aside her thoughts and tried to figure out who it was. She was unsuccessful at figuring out who it was but when the door had opened she quickly dropped to her knee.
“Good evening, your Majesty.”
Elizabeth smiled and walked onto the bridge. “There will never be a day where thou need to kneel upon thy own bridge. Stand, my dear Warspite.”
“Yes, your Majesty.” The battleship stood back up. “How was your rest? I hope the rain was not too distracting.” Warspite offered the captain's chair to Elizabeth for her to sit. But the tiny Queen remained standing.
After surveying the surrounding sea Elizabeth turned to her sister. “T’was most pleasant. How did things fare while I rested? Did you speak to our Commander about the book?”
“Ah, well.” Warspite scratched her head. “He gave me the same answer as you, your Majesty. I will wait until Cleveland is in a better condition and ask her permission to read it.”
Elizabeth brought a hand to her chin, noticing the small movements and fidgeting her sister was still doing. “Yet something troubles you still. Is it anything I could be of assistance with?”
Warspite sighed and dropped her shoulders. “May I ask for your assistance in something, not as my queen but as my sister?”
The Queen nodded with a soft smile. “I will always be your big sister before I am your Queen, Warspite. What is it you wish to confide in me with?”
“One second.” She replied before walking off into a small secondary inner communications room connected to the bridge, its purpose made redundant by her being able to control the ship completely no matter where she was. But inside a small cabinet was an inconspicuous rag that hid the source of her problems. She returned to the bridge with the item in hand.
“The notepad wasn't the only thing I grabbed before leaving.” She spoke as she walked over. “When James…” Warspite paused as she relived the memory. “When he shot that wretched man he dropped his gun.”
Peeling back the rag she showed Elizabeth the firearm. “There had been something about the sound it made when it fell that made me curious. I could tell you, but I think it's better for you to see for yourself.”
She offered the gun to her sister cautiously. Elizabeth took the firearm into her hand, instantly finding herself being able to handle it like she had trained with it for decades. Her brow furrowed as she noticed something was off about it.
“It can't be.” She pressed down on the magazine release to confirm her suspicion. “It's… empty?” Elizabeth was dumbfounded at the empty magazine. “Did you unload it?”
Warspite sighed and shook her head. “Unfortunately no. This is how it was, so technically…”
“James was never in any real danger.” Elizabeth finished, remembering what Warspite had told her of the exchange when they had returned.
“And that's the problem, I know James would want me to be honest to him. But what he did is tearing him apart inside, this would only make things worse.” She looked in the general direction of where his cabin would be. “I’m perplexed, Elizabeth. I’m sorry for dropping this on you, but what should I do?”
The Queen was silent for a while. Her gaze was distant as she thought over the problem until her smile returned and she returned the gun to her sister. “You should throw this in the ocean and forget about it. He put a gun against our James’ head. Loaded or not, James acted accordingly.”
Warspite looked at the gun and nodded. “I should have clocked it.”
An arm rested against her shoulder. “The past is filled with should haves and would haves, Warspite. If we were able to go back and change things then a lot of disasters could have been avoided.” Elizabeth felt the echoes of a memory come to mind, of a beach too steep to climb and an ocean filled with blood. “But we can't change them, so we must learn, grow stronger and soldier onward.”
The two sisters embraced one another in a hug for a long time until eventually breaking and retiring for the night. But not before the old warship went and threw the gun overboard, cursing the name of its deceased owner as she did, hoping the seas would swallow one more secret, never to resurface again.
(A/N) once again I ended up seeing this chapter getting longer and longer, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and look forward to the next, it should be coming soon as at the time of posting this the next chapter is already about halfway done.
2023.06.06 22:06 BrandohDaha
To the judicious and impartial reader,
twelve blessings to you. As you most probably well know I was honoured with a
I would like to acknowledge help which was provided by the Chair of
To all those who participated in rumours, in gossip and in slander: it is of course beneath me to address you
Lightlady and All the Divinites be with you.
Ossinda-ta-Ædramalada, emeritus, previously
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Here is a brief description of all of the Ten Dædric Princes who rule over the Oblivion, who are known among Men of the East as Voices or as
ALD AKAT: The Madgod, The Great Wyrm, The Grand Dragon: it is a mad god of cruelty, destruction, blasphemy and devastation. He is a cacophony of roaring voices speaking with tongues of black, living flame. Of all the Princes he alone receives almost no cultus or any other form of organized worship. Only the deranged and dregs of society call upon the name of the Great Wyrm. Cultists of Ald Akat regularly indulge in cannibalism as a perverse form of establishing complete control over others.
ARK: The Grim God, Endless One, Blackmoon, Gray Lady: it is a god and goddess of undeath, pain, struggle and obsession. Those who pray to Ark are divided as to his or her gender. As far as I am aware in the south Ark is more traditionally depicted as a female, while in the east it’s usually a man. It matters little. Cultus of Ark is devoted to one aim only: rejection of the flesh and life and embracing state of undeath. Ark is Prince of those who strive to overcome mortality and achieve perfection in endless existence. Overall those who pray to the Endless One are considered to be one of the rather harmless dædraphilics, though one should always have in mind that they are exceptionally callous, ruthless and determined in their goals. Hunting down those who embrace cultus of Ark is one of the main tenets of Peryiatic faith.
HROLL STAINDARR: The Pale Bull, Horned God, Silent Lord, King of Beyond-the-Twilight: it is a god of tyranny, domination, rule of might, industry and divide. Hroll Staindarr is considered to be among the most powerful of all the Princes. His oblivial domains are vast and strong. Denizens of his Chained Countries toil in endless mists and everlasting twilight under direction of merciless lesser dædra who serve the Horned God. Prince himself never speaks, always communicating through his messengers, a group of powerful demigods called the Vigilants. Silent Lord commands his followers to dominate lesser beings, to show their mastery through industry and endeavour, to always seek betterment of themselves and ultimate freedom which lies in independency. Weak must fear the strong is one of the most popular Staindarrite dogmas. Cultus of the Pale Bull is an official state religion of mannish realm of Ashenheart. Men who live there believe that their reigning queens-priestesses are selected wives of the god, who himself incarnated and resides deep within the Living Flame, greatest volcano in all of Tamriel.
KYNÆRAT: Heavensqueen, White Raven, The Vengeful: it is a goddess of the hunt, of revenge, schemes, plots and hate. Capricious Heavensqueen is one of the greatest of all the Dædra. She rules over a vast oblivial realm resembling endless mountaintops and snowy valleys, where giant birds prey on the weak and lost. She demands of her followers to follow their instincts, to bring her glory through fair chase and hunting, to take revenge for all slights. Cultus of Kynærat is a public religion of Nibennûl. Man-bull descendants of one of her many, many demigod sons still rule there in the south and claim divine right over all of the world.
TRINIMAK:
ZÆNNIS ATHAR:
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