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Friday night I (26F) went for a few drinks with my best friend downtown. It was a busy day with work, errands, and i got my nails done. The plan was just to have a few drinks and relax.
We were at the speak easy in the club section and that's where my memory clicks off. Only about 2 hrs into our night.
I wake up the next day with my dad checking on me. He tells me the most outrageous story of me coming home last night. I was so confused I accused him of lying to me and that I didn't think what he had to say was very funny. He tells me I need to call my friend and check my phone.
First message I see is, "How is your chin?" I'm so lost. I call her and head to the bathroom. My face is fucked up. It looks like someone took a cheese grater to my chin and upper lip. I also had tender purple bruises on my knees.
I call her and she tells me everything that happened. She thinks the DJ's friend had drugged me. He was super aggressive with flrting and wouldnt leave me alone/ take his eyes off me. He apparently tried to stop me from leaving the club with my friend and was aggressive/adamant i needed to stay( I don't remember that part). My memory just switched off. Last thing I remember was him asking me to dance and taking him up on it and doing that for a little.
Apparently soon after my friend said I started to pass out. I would just start buckling in on myself and falling like I couldn't stand anymore, just passing out. Apparently I just got worse while she was taking me back to the car. I fell and tore my face up. I have no memory of any of this.
She got me home to my family's house. Tried to get me up the stairs and I started to vomit while on my back unable to move. She got my parents up and they put out an air mattress for me and helped me. I guess I was just dead weight and couldn't move.
I felt dizzy and confused that Saturday morning. I wasn't hungover at all. I have been black out drunk before and this was not it. I thought I was being careful with my drink. My friend took me to the hospital in the morning to get tested. The ER turned me away saying I'd need a police report and since I wasn't sexually assaulted they wouldn't do anything for me.
What do you do to be safer while going out and if you drugged how did you feel? I'm feeling a mix of shame and embarrassment. I'm dredding going into work and them seeing my face and the questions they will ask. I thought I was smart but I guess I wasn't. I swear I didn't drink that much, I know my limits. I didn't want to party hard that night.
Tldr: Was drugged by a guy at the bar. Total memory loss from that night. Hurt my face really bad. ER turned me away from getting tested due to not filing police report and not being assaulted. How do you stay safe and what symptoms did you have? Also was the ER right to do that?

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Capes and Conundrums
There was some excitement around Skathac, some which the more, sensible, party-killer kind of girls were speaking up against.
The first madwoman had shown up. Oh sure, she hadn’t done very well. She’d basically run into the person that played Deathstroke and that was considered just asking for it. But it was happening! The city was changing and it was becoming more like the comics!
Only one in every ten girls thought this was a problem. The statement from The Undaunted was that they would need volunteers to stress tests their tests so that they can properly categorize the events they would be running in the city.
There were just shy of a million women signing up and most of the men on The Undaunted had at least a chuckle about the fact that the first thing stress tested was the attendance sheet and schedule.
“Are you honest to god CHEATING on an open book test!?” Shortly followed by the suspension of disbelief and patience of the examiners.
There are some complications, especially as some women have all the grace of a drunken rhinoceros and are in firm, firm denial about their lack of capacity. Needless to say, tests one and two cut off a surprisingly large amount of the crowd. Leaving the third test less congested than feared but far more so than they hoped.
They were quick to rush the girls from one test to the next so that there wouldn’t be any sharing of information about the actual solutions. It did help, and many girls were caught up in the thrill of things. However... there were still issues.
“What do you mean I can’t just pry it out of the pipe!?”
“You have been told you don’t have to and that doing so is a failure of the testing parameters! Get out! You signed a contract not to damage things and you have anyways! Skedaddle!”
In order to speed up test four the alert whoever gets caught as soon as they do as many, many women find that stealth just isn’t something they’re good at. It’s not that they can’t sneak or hide, it’s that most of them are so impatient that a hyper toddler would tell them to calm the hell down.
A thousand women make it to where Five different men playing Deathstroke are waiting. Thankfully they’re spaced out time wise so each of them is properly tested. There is a roughly half and half pass and fail rate.
The tests take seventy two hours to finally finish up and everyone in the base takes a shift proctoring a test, monitoring them on the security or playing the part of a supervillain.
When the triple shifting is done and over with there’s a half day to recuperate beyond standard break times before an announcement is held. They need a few more schedules to work out but everything is ready. Start practising your evil laughs, things are about to shift into high gear.
There’s a cheer that echoes through the entire blimp/base.
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The scene is as gruesome as it sudden. A murdered woman deliberately posed in a lifelike manner, the blood seeping from her wounds and staining the area around her. It’s a level three scene and there is a limit of ten women in the area.
Which means that there’s a lineup until the announcement of more scenes opening up draw the crowds away.
Leaving only a small crowd of women to comb over the area and try and piece things together.
Several blocks away a level one test has a robbery with the entire building half frozen in an iceblock and a few streets away is one on fire.
Those are the low level ‘mysteries’ with battles that are higher level. No villain fight is below third level and just taking on a ‘thug’ is a second level event.
Which means that the real show is when the first fully qualified Sonir swoops into the area and dodges a beam of cryogenic energy. The armoured man physically resembles the Batman and Robin version of Mister Freeze, but the cold stare is straight out of the animated series.
“Batman.” He intones in a cold dead tone. “You will not stop me.”
Ice floods the area as thrilled contestants take cover. There’s more to do in order to take down Freeze.
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“You forgot to use the one liners.” Santiago teases the slightly smaller man.
“I’m not doing the Schwarzenegger routine.” The other soldier says after their first day of full proper events.
“Oh come on! Chill out! You need to stay cool and not just let the excitement freeze over! This is as much entertainment as actual combat.” Robin teases.
“Don’t you have a child to abuse? Fuck off.” The man snaps back and Robin raises an eyebrow.
“That’s going a little hard. What’s got you so upset?” Robin asks.
“I just... I’m just still coming to terms with this. I understand this is a powerful recruitment and training tool, I understand that this is amazing for PR and allows all kinds of weapon testing. I know for a fact that I’m basically... I mean.” The man says before taking a deep breath. “I understand that this is practical, but I’m getting serious cognitive dissonance from the absurdity of our actions and the already proven value of the outcomes.
“That will pass, just remind yourself how many different ways you’re superior to the fragile little thing called a villain and much of the stress will fade away. I am no Bane, I am better than Bane. I am stronger and smarter. More importantly my mind is intact in the places where Bane’s is not.”
“Maybe, but... Mister Freeze is a little different. He’s less a villain and more desperate. He...”
“If he were in our reality and not printed in a comic book he would have already cured his wife and perhaps himself. Even if not done by his own hand a healing coma each would have seen both fit and free and the villainy finished. The more you look at most villains, even the more sympathetic ones, they quickly become less so. How many has Mister Freeze killed to try and save one person? How many happy lives has he utterly destroyed because there is no more in his own. Do not feel for the villain, that is the greatest trap they have over you.” Robin says. “Outside of a comic Deathstroke would have had a bounty on his head so huge that no one would deal with him honestly. Joker would be shoot on sight, even if Black Mask or The Penguin or Zsasz got out due to technicalities or bribery they would have been wiped out in random violence or poison. Comics are not reality.”
“No, reality is even more absurd in it’s own ways.” The man says and Santiago nods.
“See? You’re getting it.”
“Hey guys, oh hey Freeze! Didn’t get your actual name.” Pavel says as she shows up with a tray heaped high with food.
“I thought you had another hour of being Deadshot.” Santiago notes.
“I did, but then the girls damaged the lead up scenes and that bit was cancelled. There’s talk about monetary penalties on top of things being cancelled, but that’s not my department. I just shoot things.” Pavel says before chuckling. “Although from what I overheard before they realized the mic was still on, YOU have a lot more work to do Robin buddy.”
“Oh, okay.”
“That’s it?”
“The work can be boring, but it’s a good productive boring. So long as they let me listen to music, which they do, then it’s a very solid shift.” Robin says and Pavel clucks his tongue in disappointment.
“Well boo! I was hoping for more! Where’s the rage? Where’s the rant? Where’s the fun?”
“I’m in legal, it’s filed away.” Robin jokes and Pavel huffs a bit in amusement. “By the way, his name is Darius Sarris.”
“I see. Good to meet you.” Pavel says and gets a nod from Darius. “So I heard a little bit from the chow line. You’re not liking this?”
“I’m struggling with it. For all that this is goofy as hell I’m struggling to have fun with it.” Darius says before he runs a hand through his short blond hair. “It’s just... I understand it’s use but... It’s still sinking in.”
“I think I get it. Granted I haven’t had any problems with it.” Pavel says. “Chin up, things are only awkward the first few times. After that it gets much easier.”
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Shadowflight grinned to herself as she crawled along the ceiling. She was wondering who exactly would be her opponent after this. The little announcement that retesting can only be done after you complete at least one event at your highest level had been encouraging. And now here she was. Collecting clues once more.
She was fairly sure. She was almost entirely sure, but she needed to scan the last few rooms in order to make completely sure.
There was nothing to be found. Which means it had to be a Black Mask Case. She slips through the building. The image of a few elite bots finally rolling in catching her eye. She slipped out and takes off between guard patrols. She reaches the sideroom where she inputs the aaddress. It’s accepted and she steps through the emerging door.
She’s suddenly above a high rise apartment, stepping out onto the roof and directly across the street in a penthouse apartment is the villain in the skull like mask. A villain who abruptly turns to face her. There’s the crunch of gravel behind her and she rolls to the side.
A staff slams into where she was a heartbeat ago.
“Hello batman.” The mocking and derisive tone coming out of Deathstroke’s mask is almost chilling.
“Hello Robin.” She says cheerfully.
“Stay in character.” He chides her before rushing with the staff. She slams down a homemade smokebomb she brought into the test and dodges the attack. He swings widely to try and keep her back before launching upwards, but she was counting on that.
She hits his side and due to the Axiom she pulled in they both go rolling despite the sheer weight difference between them. He holds her away with the staff and a quick fight over it begins. One she’s not likely to win so she simply lets him have it and tries to use that moment of unbalance to land a good shot in.
That’s when things start to fall apart as he is NOT unbalanced and the staff slams into her forehead and she’s sent staggering backwards. “Oh bloody hell. You’re not letting up are you?”
“Why would I detective?” ‘Deathstroke asks and then swings. Shadowflight then kicks off a pummelling force of wind hard enough to send him skidding backwards with a single sweep of her wings. “Surprising!”
She launches herself at him and avoids the jab withe the staff and uses it as a platform to try and get an angle to attack on him. But he simply lets it go and gets one over on her as he grabs her by the foot instead of the other way around and slams her into the roof. “Not enough!”
He then throws her towards the entrance way to slam her against the wall and be done with her. She stops herself gently enough to not be dazed by the slam and shifts to the side fast enough for Deathstroke’s knee to the chest to miss hard enough that he’s left hanging in the air for a moment.
Her fist meets his mask followed by the other before she grabs him by the helmet and tries to pull him by it. It comes loose but she was ready for that and turns it around to try and hammer him in the head with it.
He dodges that as well and backs away. “Aggressive.”
“... Robin, are you honestly wearing an eyepatch to stay in character?”
“Yes, and you should stay in character too.” Robin says before drawing the sword on his back. “Now I will end this quick!”
His opening thrust is barely caught on the helmet and it starts to go through the hardened metal. She twists it to try and break his grip, but his retaliation is a boot to the back of the knee that folds her up and sends her to the ground. Where she slams a smokebomb down and fades away.
“Losing your nerve batman?” ‘Deathstroke’ asks before there’s a rush behind him and he takes a swing with his sword that causes his helmet to bounce away as it’s flung off. There are other rushes and he swings at each one in the same flawless movement... then.
‘click’
His left wrist is clasped into a cuff and he dodges away to try and escape before a blast of wind catches him in midair and dispels the smokebomb to reveal Shadowflight. Then she throws out another directly where tumbles into and even as he rises up she’s on him, wrestling with all four limbs and then lets out an ear piercing scream that causes him to flinch.
‘click’
“I win.” Shadowflight says as Robin feels the cuffs around both his wrists and he chuckles.
“Distraction on distraction after distraction. Well done. You’ve passed.” He congratulates her even as the room fades, but the smokebombs and smokebomb residue do not. “This chamber will need to be cleaned. But well done. Very well done.”
“Thank you.”
“Now go jump on El Rhino to celebrate or something, I have to prepare for the next one in.”
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Records by the Brazilian Air Force detail giant objects
On May 19, 1986, on the so-called Official Night of UFOs in Brazil, more than 50 objects, some gigantic, were seen in 10 Brazilian states and neighboring Uruguay. One of the objects seen by people on the ground, from aircraft and captured by Brazilian Air Force (FAB) radar, was approximately 1,500 m long, being, at various times, accompanied by other smaller objects.
This was not the only episode recorded by the FAB, of colossal objects in Brazilian airspace. Ten days later, on May 29, 1986, another object, even larger, was sighted by people on the edge of the city of Santos (SP). This object was also captured by CINDACTA and APP-SP radars and its size was estimated at 11 km in length.
According to statements by flight controllers on duty that night, there were several other smaller objects, at different points in the Southeast region. At one point, such objects headed towards this larger object, on the high seas, which possibly collected them, disappearing at high speed, towards the sky.
Years later, on April 26, 2003, around 3:00 am, people in the southern region of Campinas observed a gigantic flying object, circular in shape and reddish in color, crossing over the region, heading towards the city of São Paulo. This object would have the approximate size of 1,500m in length and moved at high speed.
The Brazilian Air Force recorded the fact on a standard UFO sighting registration form. The official documentation is already publicly available on the National Archive website and on the Fenomenum Portal. Less than a year later, on March 1, 2004, another case involving colossal objects occurred. Around 06:15, an object, with an estimated size of 3,700m, was observed 46Km south of the city of Goiânia (GO).
The object, which remained in the region for approximately two hours, was observed with the naked eye and with the aid of binoculars. It was shaped like a raindrop and white in color. At the same time, radars at Anápolis Air Base (GO) captured another UFO, to the right of the first, which had an estimated size of 10Km, having a semicircular shape. A TAM pilot, passing through the region, visually confirmed the presence of the object and provided additional details. The UFO had three spikes on its bottom and two lights at its ends.
This fact was also registered in the registration form of ufological facts, adopted by the Brazilian Air Force. Official documentation on this incident is also available on the National Archives of Brazil website and on the Fenomenum Portal.
These cases are not unique. Several similar cases were recorded by the Armed Forces of different countries throughout history, confirming the unequivocal reality that part of the ufological phenomenon is of an intelligent nature, supported by very high technology not yet available in our humanity.
By Jackson Luiz Camargo
Google Translation
Source: https://ufo.com.bdocumentos-fab-ufos-gigantescos/ (Portuguese)

First day with Iwata -Eclipse HP-CS. I disassembled to get a feel for the parts and reassembled. Tried priming a large model and am getting paint through the gun, but I am getting paint immediately when pushing down for air before pulling back the trigger. What did I do wrong? Thanks!

Outer Space Shack is a gripping space base building game where players strive to master the cosmos and establish sustainable habitats. In this update, we delve into thrilling enhancements in the game like our advanced life support system, the return of the lunar rover, and the initial stages of In-Situ Resource Utilization (ISRU). Plus, we've integrated numerous quality of life improvements to boost your gaming experience. Stay tuned for the latest game insights on our subreddit ( outerspaceshack). You may enjoy the latest video screenshots or the trailer on the Steam page.
High Performance life support
Over the past few months, I've introduced basic thermal and air management systems into Outer Space Shack. Early in the game, players can access this system, but it comes with certain drawbacks. It requires a piece of machinery per space base module, taking up considerable space inside. Additionally, CO2 scrubbing requires consumable supplies. Plus, cooling, a primary challenge on the Moon, demands substantial thermal radiators.
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I'm excited to share that the high-performance life support system is a significant upgrade. A large heat pump now assures heating and cooling. The renewable life support mechanism I've designed includes a high-performance air conditioning vent and a renewable CO2 scrubber. This scrubber removes CO2 from the air and releases it later. I've also added a new vent for disposing of CO2 outside, and in the future, I plan to introduce a specialized tank for storing CO2.
I've also made provision for storing O2 bottles outside the base in a specially constructed shack, shielding them from solar radiation. This solution helps save valuable space within the pressurized modules of the base, further optimizing interior space usage and enhancing the overall functionality of your lunar base.
The escargot is back
I'm excited to announce that the space rover 'Escargot' has made its return to Outer Space Shack. You might remember it from the 2021 trailer. Subsequent development focused more on astronauts, causing the rover to fall into the sidelines. But now, after some thorough overhauling, it's back in action. The rover is an outdoor operator, as it can't enter the space base, but it's designed to automatically undertake landscaping and transport tasks.
Integrating the rover has the significant advantage of reducing your astronauts' EVAs. EVAs pose radiation risks to the astronauts and consume valuable water resources, as the space suits are cooled using a water evaporator.
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Notably, the rover is indispensable for building regolith walls due to its ability to transport large regolith bags and blocks weighing a metric ton. Despite the Moon's lower gravity making this equivalent to just 150kg on Earth, it's still far too heavy for even the strongest astronaut.
I'm also mulling over making the rover a necessary component for transporting materials to build space base modules. Some parts realistically weigh more than the 100kg that astronauts can safely transport on the Moon. I would love to hear your thoughts on this, and invite you to join the ongoing discussion here.
Exploring ISRU: The First Step
ISRU (In-Situ Resource Utilization) involves the collection, processing, storage, and use of materials found or produced on celestial bodies like the Moon or Mars. These materials serve as a substitute for those that would traditionally be shipped from Earth. While the ultimate goal of ISRU is to construct space base modules, cultivate food, and fabricate necessary technology, the reality proves to be complex. Consider all the raw materials, factories, and diverse machinery required even to produce a simple object like a fork.
The initial implementation of ISRU in Outer Space Shack is modest but vital: a solar kiln constructs large blocks which can be stacked to create thick walls and roofs around space base buildings. The process of the solar kiln is slow, constructing one to two blocks per month. I'm currently exploring the possibility of integrating a combined solaelectric kiln for quicker block sintering.
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These blocks play a critical role in shielding the interior of the space base from harmful radiation. Radiation poses significant threats to the central nervous system, causing cognitive and motor function changes, and behavioral shifts. Acute effects can include radiation sickness symptoms like nausea, vomiting, anorexia, and fatigue.
Chronic exposure to radiation heightens the risk of developing diseases such as leukemia, lung, breast, thyroid, esophageal, stomach, and colon cancers, as well as affecting the central nervous system. Radiation can also cause eye damage, potentially leading to cataracts, and can compromise the immune system, making astronauts more prone to illnesses or infections.
Thus, while the large regolith bricks may seem mundane, they serve a crucial purpose. Two meters of this material is needed to shield effectively from radiation, making them an essential part of your lunar base's safety measures.
Exciting Quality of Life Enhancements
As we inch closer to release, with less than two months to go, a significant portion of my time has been spent fine-tuning the game, implementing several small yet essential improvements, many of which are long overdue. To summarize:

• Expedited Transitions: The shift between the space center on Earth and the space base on your chosen celestial body is now faster and more fluid.
• Multiple Save Files: I've added the capability to save several game files for those times when you want to try different strategies or start anew without losing progress.
• Enhanced Function Screen: This feature has received a visual overhaul, providing a clearer, more appealing graphical interface. It's now accessible for all networks, encompassing electricity, heat, cold, clean water, dirty water, oxygen, and CO2. The screen now showcases top consumers and allows direct control to switch off systems as needed.
• Prioritized Assembly: When assembling diverse structures on your chosen planet, power generating buildings are now assembled first. This priority is given because power is typically necessary to operate other buildings effectively.
• Camera Improvements: The camera now provides smoother movements, enhancing overall visual experience. I've also included a feature where the camera can follow a land vehicle or astronaut for a more immersive experience.

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I'm thrilled to confirm the official release date of Outer Space Shack - July 20th. This will mark a significant milestone in the game's journey and, as the old saying goes, 'you only get one chance to make a good first impression.'
If you've enjoyed what you've seen of the game so far and haven't already done so, please consider adding the game to your Steam wishlist. Your support can make all the difference. Thank you!

So I randomly got this vivid day dream, and descriptions started to pop into my head. I decided to write it all down and post it here for you guys. There's some deep metaphors of Batman & his past. Hope you enjoy!
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The clouds convened closer, while blue bolts ripped them back astray, scarring them, angering them.
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They shall seek revenge.
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Yet, the storm struck ever stronger, tarnishing the imperturbable mountain on which he stood. He, The One and Only. The once praised; the once thought to be perished. There, on the mountain. The rain solemnly struck around him. The darkness engulfed his body, latching, like a parasite, onto the nearest form of life it could find. It was there that he, The Mighty Hero, stood, his armour so dark and mysterious, even the rain could not tell it apart from the night. His presence so powerful, the storm began to buckle in his wake. His watch so relentless, that even the darkest parts of the night were not left unseen, feeling his presence. The night held back its poision.
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Out of fear alone.
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Though, upon his chest, his armour burdened a crest of silver, gleaming and shining sharply, puncturing, and piercing the air. A crest so unfathomable, the mere thought of it kept criminals at bay. Two devilish horns lurked on his head, ripe and ready for vengeance. It was in The Shadows he found solace, The Knight he found peace. As mighty as Zeus, there he stood, watching, waiting…
The Dark Knight has returned.

This is going to be longish but I’m wondering if anyone else has experienced similarities. I had 2 months of maternity leave, husband had one week. For that reason, most home-related things fell on me. I felt like he thought me being home with the baby/recovering was some kind of vacation (lol). Before our baby was born he assured me that he’ll be able to work remotely, take half days working at home, and that he’ll come home on lunch because that’s what “all the new dads at his company do.” He instead left for work an hour earlier to workout on his lunch break and came home at the normal time because “his work responsibilities don’t get done if he doesn’t do them.” He said he misunderstood about the flexibility of his job (he’s worked there for 5 years) when I said that I felt like he had lied to me and got furious, claiming “IM NOT A PIECE OF SHIT LIAR.” None of this words came from my mouth.
He’s extremely air headed at times, always has been, which is fine but I’ve asked him to get his sh*t together regarding things related to/impact me and the baby. If he’s able to implement a new routine of packing a gym bag each night, I feel like he can make changes to help us in small ways that make a big impact. I know that his boss(s) tried to coach him on time management during his last review as well, especially now that he’s going to be a father. I didn’t have the luxury to reflect on how selfish he’s been throughout the most vulnerable time in my life before now, in addition I believe I’m suffering from some PPD due to the most tumultuous maternity leave one could imagine, mostly due to our relationship struggles.
Another thing he did was (when I asked if he could help with household duties, specifically the laundry) he absolutely lost it on me, the fight escalated and he screamed divorce and how I’ll be a great single mom (3 weeks PP) He wrote down the list of finances that he pays for and told me I’m not responsible for half then stormed off to stay at a hotel. I had FMLA, but no income and some money saved for emergencies (we keep finances separate and normally I spilt things 50/50, but we agreed not while I’m out on maternity leave since he makes more than me). He also storms out each time I don’t agree with him, leaving me with the baby - which I prefer because he’s unable to control his emotions.
I recently broke my foot and he didn’t back out of a non-competitive company marathon (not mandatory) that lasted over the weekend because he “didn’t want to let them down.” He came home hungover and tired and complained. I feel like he let me down by not being there for me, more importantly our baby who needed an adult in case of emergencies since my foot is f*d which I told him. He told me that I didn’t need to go to the Dr. when I wanted to go and he could’ve helped me with baby because “this happened to him all the time while he played football,” and also “he doesn’t believe I’ve met my deductible.” But then turned around and tried to make me go to the dr when he was off running the marathon and I couldn’t walk up and down stairs with the baby - very unsafe. Meanwhile, a week after I gave birth with 2nd degree tearing he went to the emergency room because he has an inflamed zit which cost $1400. He always apologizes but after so much damage, rinses and repeats.
So these are just some of the things that have left me feeling numb and like I cannot trust him. This week was my first week back at work (I worked on a sprained foot at a physically strenuous job and part time/around his work schedule because I’m still the primary care giver) and he wanted to talk finances immediately (I haven’t even gotten my first paycheck). He said “I’ll continue to pay your half of the bills, and we’ll open up a savings account for what you make and it can be a down payment on a house.” I calmly stated my feelings which are: he used money as leverage over me my entire maternity leave. I went as far as to Zelle him thousands which he sent back to me when he wasn’t angry. But I feel like at any moment now he could try to pull the rug and do impulsive things to hurt me at the drop of a dime because he can’t check himself. I’ve tried deescalating him and he gets more angry because he thinks I’m “telling him what to do.” I don’t like the idea that now I’m unable to rebuild my savings from when I was out of work/commission and put it in a joined account that he can access when I have no access to his bank account.
I understand that dads go through PPD etc., so I’ve been as patient as I can, we have a counseling apt set up that cannot come quick enough but honest to god I don’t even know where to start. It’s obvious when you read how all over the map this is. As a PP new mom I don’t even feel like I’ve had time to process my own emotions, all I have the energy to do is be present for my baby and ignore all the ways he’s changed the way I view him, but it’s not good. The less reactive I am, the more reactive he becomes, I feel literally numb. Just today he told me “I hate living in this house with you, I hate you, you’re a monster.” It reminded me of an angry child and stormed off. And that was after I’ve tried to express how I’m feeling about why I don’t want to put all my paychecks in a joint account. He puts words in my mouth constantly, “I’m not a blank!,” when I never said he was, I just expressed how his actions make me feel. Something I’ve repetitively asked is that he comes to me with new ideas as an open discussion rather than dictating a new rule or goal. He fails at this constantly. And blows up when I try to turn it into a discussion. I resent him with composure.
Anyways I’m just writing this out for a sanity check maybe. Any (healthy) guidance or words of wisdom, hope or recommendations to resources for him and I is so so welcome.
Signed,
Someone losing hope in my marriage

DAYTON, Ohio — A former United States Air Force intelligence officer recounted in a new book an incident he claims resulted in the killing of an alien being in 1978.
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Retired Air Force Major George Filer III told author John L. Guerra that on a day in January 1978, a 4-foot creature, gray and brown in color with a large head, long arms and a thin body, was shot and killed at Fort Dix in New Jersey, The Asbury Park Press reported.
The book, titled "Strange Craft: The True Story of an Air Force Intelligence Officer's Life with UFOs," claims a military police officer shot and killed the alien with a .45-caliber military issued handgun.
The military first spotted the alien after observing an oval-shaped blue-green craft hovering over a vehicle, the Asbury Park Press reports. The alleged alien died of gunshot wounds on the Air Force side of what is now Joint Base McGuire-Dix-Lakehurst, Filer told the author.
After the alien was shot and killed, a cleanup crew from Wright-Patterson Air Force Base was flown in to retrieve the body, the Press reported.
When it comes to aliens and unidentified flying objects, Wright-Patt often comes up because of its involvement in an operation called "Project Blue Book," said base spokesman Daryl Mayer.
From 1947 to 1969, the Air Force investigated UFOs as part of the project, which was headquartered at Wright-Patt, according to the Air Force Declassification Office. The project was terminated in December 1969.
At the time the project ended, around 701 of 12,618 sightings remained "unidentified," according to the Air Force. The project concluded that no UFOs showed technology outside the scope of what was within the range of "scientific knowledge" at that time.

Krill was mildly uncomfortable, and so was Sunny.
They had all been invited to what the humans described as a "black tie" event on mars, mostly for political delegations, rich sponsors, a couple of famous people, and the occasional member of the UNSC or the GA. Most of the GA reps were Rundi, since they tended to like this political sort of thing.
There was at least one Tesraki, who had made the executive decision to come, since he saw financial opportunity in getting to know some rich humans.
Sunny had been invited to stand in for the Drev counselor, who could not attend due to some issues back on Anum. Dr Krill and Dr. Katie had been invited to attend the event in case medical personnel were required for any reason.
Adam was the only one who had been invited for himself.
The black tie event had been sent by way of a physical letter which Adam had called, "Excessively pretentious." in a day and age where everything was sent electronically.
The fact they had managed to get a letter to him out in the middle of space in the first place was pretty impressive.
Sunny hadn't really known or cared what all of this meant, but Adam had been nervous and very serious about the dress code. Despite thinking the entire thing was pretentious, that didn't stop him from immediately sending away for his mother's help.
Sunny was, of course, encouraged to wear ceremonial formal armor to the event.
Krill was keeping very close track of this odd human behavior, constantly asking questions as Adam was preparing himself.
"Why don't you just wear a regular suit?"
"Because that would be a social faux pas."
"A what?"
He sighed,
"I don't know, it's french or something. I think it's a ballet term. It just means it would be a social screw up and people would totally judge me for it."
"They would judge you for wearing the wrong thing?"
Krill wondered curiously, Adam nodded,
"That is the point of these parties, and has been for the last two and a half thousand years. These parties are honestly just the biggest pissing contests where people try to out dress each other in subtle ways, and the old people who know what they are doing make fun of the new people for having no idea how to do it properly."
Krill looked interested,
"How fascinating. So, it is a way to show your status subtly?”
"Oh yes. Status is a big deal. It started to go out of style for a while, but this whole adherence to dress code has come back with a vengeance in the last few years. The fashion world has seen an upheaval in pretentiousness, and celebrities have been laughed out of parties for trying to be avant-garde."
"To be what?"
"Sorry, pretty sure that's also french too? It means new, interesting, or out of the ordinary usually to make a statement."
Sunny leaned in a little,
"And they expect an air force commander to know how to properly dress for black tie?"
"They don't, which is why they invited me. I am supposed to make others look good by looking bad myself. Of course, I also make them look good by being invited in the first place. Of course, joke's on them because I have a secret weapon on my side..."
He patted the front of his shirt,
"Thank you mother."
"I am now confused."
Adam waved a hand,
"Yeah, I know, It's pretty stupid…”
"I thought you recently decided that you like dressing up?"
The human turned in place a couple of times in front of the mirror, trying to get a better view of himself,
"Correction, I have always enjoyed dressing up – got that from my mom – what I don't enjoy is the pissing contest that comes along with it.”
"What is that?"
"Bow tie."
"You look like someone's Christmas present."
He adjusted the bow tie,
"Well than someone is getting a sexy as fuck Christmas present now aren't they?"
He said and winked at Sunny, while buttoning up the front of the 'waistcoat' and pulling on the jacket.
When he was done, the two aliens had to admit that he really did stand out, all in black, black pants, black tuxedo jacket, cuff links, black tie, black waistcoat, and a purple/blue carnation threaded through the buttonhole on the lapel.
His shoes were almost as reflective as the mirror behind him.
"How do I look?"
"Like a goofy idiot, but the suit wasn't going to change that."
He lifted a finger to flip Sunny off.
"Not very dapper of you."
Katie said from the doorway.
They looked up to see Katie, who had also commissioned a dress from Martha, and honestly made Adam look a little plain.
"Ready to go?”
"As ready as I will ever be."
[…]
Krill kept a shrewd eye on all the strange human protocols.
As far as dressing up went, Krill could immediately see who the “In-crowd” included. Most of those people understood the rules Adam had laid out for him, wearing the proper evening attire, where those not in the “in” wore clothing that approximated the rules, but missed them on several occasions.
The way the evening was set up was a little bit more like a “ball” as Adam described, being announced as they were walked in, and then ordered them to mingle with the crowd. Adam and Katie got a few glances from the “in-group” who seemed surprised that a simple ship captain would know anything about formal evening attire.
Sunny just found the entire thing hilarious.
All of this subtle dressing up to impress each other?
If Drev held balls, instead of dancing they would probably just beat each other to death.
But here, there were a lot of subtle clues and hints that went right over her and the Doctor's heads, while Adam seemed to know what he was doing.
As they walked in waiters offered Adam an alcoholic drink, while Krill received sugared water, and Sunny a rather strange tincture that was generally just water with plant flavoring... It was pretty good though, so she didn't complain.
They were met on arriving by the event coordinator, whose eyes opened wide when she saw Adam, pausing and holding out a hand.
Due to the conflated and rather twisted nature of black tie events in the future, Adam took the hand, and bowed a bit, lowering his head, a strange area between the less formal handshake and the more formal kiss on the hand, which was also not a thing in societies post WWIII
"Commander, I... you look..."
She trailed off, even to Sunny it was clear the woman hadn't expected him to know anything.
He smiled icily at her.
Krill leaned in in fascination.
This was one of the most intriguing parts of humanity. The polite way in which they were totally rude to each other.
"Well thank you. My mother has a Ph.D in the information age and a masters in historical fashion."
That shut the woman up and she politely dismissed herself, walking away with a straight back.
Adam smirked,
"Her dress isn't the right length for an evening event."
"I thought she coordinated the event?"
Sunny muttered,
"She couldn't coordinate herself out of a paper bag."
He winked at Sunny and Krill,
"You can't out-dress the son of a historical fashion expert. Simply not possible, my mother even used the correct materials."
He tugged lightly at his jacket.
Dr. Katie had disappeared on entry, leaving the three of them to wander about the room as Adam pointed out the other important people.
There were a few military commanders, Rundi, and the aforementioned Tesraki.
There were at least five major political leaders, and even larger handful of actors who had their hands in charities or political causes related to the event.
Adam was only halfway through his first drink, when he was waylaid by one of the younger actors.
Even Sunny could tell straight off that he was not dressed appropriately.
He had clearly tried very hard, but his efforts were in vain.
While everything looked alright from a distance, up close something was wrong about everything. The material of his jacket, the style of his shirt, the type of pants, the lapels on the coat, and even the patterned pocket square, which should have been a solid color but wasn't.
He was joined by another group of men, who then began some pretentious conversation about noticing how Adam was new to these sort of events. The way they spoke made it pretty clear they had no idea who he was or what the proper dress code was either.
Adam smiled and didn't say anything.
"And what do you do for a living?"
One of them asked,
"Simply an UNSC representative."
"Ah that explains a lot."
They glanced down at him with pointed looks.
The conversation continued. Sunny wondered why Adam didn't just shut them all up by telling them exactly who he was, but Krill had a theory that Adam was just playing with them as a human way to build up the moment so that he could socially crush them.
As humans do, their conversation wandered until it eventually moved around to the UNSC and other related topics.
One of the men nodded knowingly,
"I am somewhat knowledgeable on the subject myself."
Adam raised an eyebrow.
"Are you?"
"Well yes, I have a brother in law who flies shuttles and planes for the UNSC. Tell me, what is your opinion on the D-4 class engine on a F-90 darkfire. I honestly think they are rather overpowered for what is being asked of them."
Adam frowned,
"The darkfire doesn't have a D-4 engine. That is a warp classification which-"
The man raised a hand,
"No no. I heard my brother in law talking about it. Personally, I think they should have just kept the jet engines they would have been plenty enough power to make it into orbit.”
The commander's face scrunched in confusion as he shook his head,
"No, it's a fusion engine, and the jet engine can't fly in the upper atmosphere because there is no lift-"
"Look, Adam, was that your name? I generally tend to know what I am talking about. The darkfire jet engines would have plenty of power to make it into atmosphere…"
"But it’s a jet engine which implies it is for a plane and not for a rocket-"
The guy cut him off again and continued to ramble onward about how he took some engineering classes in college and would know what he was talking about. Since Adam Joined the UNSC and didn't go to college, that he probably didn't know anything at all, or at least that is what they said in not so many words.
Sunny was getting a bit annoyed and would like to have squished the guy, but Adam just shook his head at her.
She stayed silent and grumpy as the other men continued to correct Adam on knowledge of his own favorite aircraft.
*"My brother owns a spaceship with a class E warp core.”
One of them boasted. Adam rolled his eyes,
"There is no such thing-"
"My brother owns the craft, I am pretty sure I know what I am talking about. It's one of the most powerful cores in the galaxy."
"Um, I don't think…"
"Yes, the E is more powerful than the A. A ship like the Harbinger or the Enterprise would only make it part of the way across the galaxy but the-"
He kept going.
Adam looked like he was dying, but why didn't he say anything?
It was just then that someone appeared from the crowd.
Sunny recognized a political figure they had met at GA summits on occasion.
He raised his glass and stepped into the group,
"Ah commander! I am glad to see you could make it."
The group of men glanced at each other in confusion.
Adam nodded,
"It's good to see you too counselor."
He motioned to the group,
”We were just having a fascinating discussion on warp engines."
"Oh yes?"
He turned to look at the men,
"Than I am sure the commander has also told you about his escapades as a darkfire pilot."
The satisfaction Sunny got from watching their faces was priceless, almost orgasmic.
She could tell from the look on Adam's face that he was feeling similarly,
"Well, no we had not made it to the subject…”
"I was just going to explain to them how the duel E 20 engine has both a jet engine and a fusion engine. The jet engine for flying in atmosphere and the Fusion engine for moving out of atmosphere considering that the jet engine is not powerful enough to lift the craft without air buoyancy."
Sunny was laughing on the inside.
"Ah yes. I seem to recall a discussion along those lines. Tell me commander, what about the Harbinger's engine is it a class A-1."
Adam nodded,
"Could potentially get you to the other side of the universe if you asked her. The classification system is A-D 1-4 on each, so my ship has one of the most powerful engines mankind has ever bothered to build."
He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the other men, who were beginning to slink away.
Sunny chirped in pleasure.
The rep nodded as they left,
"I heard the futility of your conversation from the other side of the room."
"Thanks for the help. I was dying inside."
The two men laughed and took their drinks.
Krill was very pleased with his examination on how humans subtly tried to one up each other with their dress and understanding of certain topics, though it seemed odd to him that someone would claim to be an expert when it was, in fact, their brother or brother in law who knew about the subject and not them.
But he supposed that was the social nature of humanity.
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Hey there! Want to worship the Daedra, but don't know where to start?
This is my personal interpretation of what each Prince represents and some tips for the Oblivion novitiate. Your milleage may vary.
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And with the help of Oblivion, may each day be sacred.
AZURA – The Prince of Introspection and Liminality
Azura has many spheres of influence, but most of them – prophecy, Moonsugar, Twilight and Dawn, vanity and egotism, beauty, magic, mystery, being the “Rim of all Holes” and “She who sits at the precipice”, giving the Khajiit their changing forms - have two things in common : a turn towards oneself and one's internal contents (as opposed to being turned towards the outward world), and a constant presence in the transitory, the uncertain, the unknown, the changing.
In every state where the mind is far away from the concerns of the everyday – prophecy, meditation, casting of magic, transcendence through the contemplation of beauty – the Moonshadow presides and facilitates visions, reflection, contemplation, introspection, ecstasy and hightened emotions (which Azura seems to require of her followers).
Azura is the figure at every threshold or gate to the other side, standing there, arms outstretched, beconing to cross and to find knowledge, beauty, a different state of mind, or an even deeper mystery. Azura knows that it's mystery all the way down, and yet, the infinite search has its own beauty.
It is no wonder that the Khajiit, the people whose entire culture is based on Moonsugar and who embrace their changing forms and inherent instability, are closely linked to Azura, who is their creator and psychopomp. On the other hand, the Dunmer need Azura to counterbalance their more rigid structures and hierarchies with a little bit of magic, even if their relationship to the Prince is complicated.
Azura's link to the Moons is a part of her subtlety. Like the moon, she's always changing and revealing new facets of herself, and in her reflection, we can find new facets of ourselves as well.
The rose, a symbol of many things, is also a symbol of mystery and secret, and Azura, the Mother of the Rose, smiles on the adventurers of the inner worlds.
Suggestion of a worship practice : get high with the psychedelic drug of your choice and write a prophecy for yourself. Don't be shy. Write everything you wish and hope for yourself, everything you see like happening, maybe even everything you fear. Go wild with illustrations, poetry, eternal doom, heavenly bliss, or a simple list, whatever you prefer. Hide the prophecy. One year later, read it again and ponder what made you wish for whatever you wished for. Do you still wish for it? Are there new wishes? Maybe new fears? You can make a new, complementary prophecy, or rewrite the old one.
Thank Azura for the treasures within.
BOETHIAH – The Prince of Conflict and Self-Determination
Boethiah is often described as cruel and deceitful, a master of schemes and plots, and those things are a part of them, but not the whole story, nor the core concept. To understand the nature of Boethiah, it is useful to compare and contrast them to some other Princes. Boethiah overthrows authority whenever they can, but don't necessarily seek total revolution, an up-is-down state of being, a complete overturn of the status quo for its own sake, like Mehrunes Dagoth would. They can be cruel if necessary, but again, don't enjoy the cruelty in itself like Vaermina would. They can scheme to their own ends like Molag Bal is known to do, but arriving at the domination of others isn't necessarily their goal either, even if it can be a byproduct of it.
What is this goal, then? The answer is simple : the need to become the fittest in every way (body, mind, spirit) and through every means (training, battle, deceit, cheating, treachery) possible. Nothing is too low or immoral for that goal.
Boethiah drives the pure will to survive and best others to take the top place and to have every power to carve one's own destiny. They helped the Chimer trace theirs. Boethiah enjoys conflict and competitions for the pure pleasure to see people fight, die, and eventually survive to reap the rewards. They aren't afraid to play dirty and can dabble in scheming and politics if it helps becoming the top dog. For what is a more beautiful spectacle than two wills at conflict with one another?
They're the ultimate incarnation of “the end justifies the means” and are only close to several other Princes in sphere just so they can better deceive them, devour them, steal from their influence and emerge as the synthesis of all of them, a glorious fount of blood and everflowing life.
Take the arms, carve your own destiny, survive, thrive, be pure ego, and Boethiah may smile on you.
Suggestion of a worship practice : once in a while, engage in a competition of any sort (rhetorical debate, board or video game, sports, academic exam, anything) and throw everything in there to win and best everyone else. Feel the thrill of playing dirty or cheating (barring anything illegal or anything that could get you into serious trouble), or taking shortcuts to victory, anything you can get away with. You don't have to play “fair”, life's too short for that. Be relentless and without pity. Once the victor, take the time to bask in it and recognize that contrary to the popular wisdom, reaching the end nobly isn't always its own reward. Sometimes, winning and being the best is its own reward.
Thank Boethiah for your arms, your legs and your brain.
CLAVICUS VILE – The Prince of Choices and Sacrifice
Coloquially known as the “Prince of bargains”, every story about Clavicus Vile - inevitably ending with the protagonist getting unexpected results in their bargain with the Prince - reveals one fundamental truth about his nature, which is the eternal reminder of the consequences of our choices.
In the abstract, every choice in life is a more or less hidden bargain, which always has undiclosed and unforseen consequences, be they good or bad. But who are we bargaining with? Clavicus Vile can be seen as the man behind the curtain, the charlatan, the merchant of fate and chance, who sometimes deals an awful hand, and sometimes showers us with unexpected fortune.
It is equally important to remember that in every choice, no matter how big or how small, there is something we have to give up and put aside, a price to pay, a sacrifice. Chose x job or career? It means you abandoned the pursuit of the other ones. Chose to spend the evening with x in the y place? You payed the price of not knowing what would have happened to you, good or bad or neutral, with z in r place in the same evening.
Clavicus Vile (and his Fields of Regrets) might be seen as the crossroads of choice. One can only imagine that the Fields are strewn about with portals and glimpses into alternate realities showing what happened there, what other bargains where made, and what we had to sacrifice. One can cry, observe, touch the portal, but one cannot go through it into this other reality. It is forever out of our reach.
A visit to the Fields of Regrets can be sorrowful, but also sobering. It reminds us that nothing can be obtained without sacrifice – that's the deal with life, made eons ago before our species were even born, by some unknown and unknowable force.
Suggestion of a worship practice : instead of looking at the positive outcomes of a choice as we're often encouraged to do, reflect on an important choice you made lately and make your peace with what you had to give up (or what you think you had to give up), and mourn it as passionately and as dramatically as you wish. Anything from a symbolic funeral ceremony to a road trip might be applicable as a mourning process. Let yourself fully say goodbye to those things, and embrace the consequences of your choices.
Thank Clavicus Vile for the road not travelled.
HERMAEUS MORA – The Prince of Observation and Recording
Reputed as a hoarder of both Knowledge and Memory, Mora doesn't discriminate : he is as interested in objective facts (or as objective as facts can be, anyway) – the domain of academia, science, knowledge and information recorded in one way or another – as he is in subjective realities – he avidly catalogs and processes as many thoughts, memories, subjective worldviews and beliefs from every living being as he possibly can put his tentacles on -.
Mora, “the Riddle Unsolveable”, is the answer to the two age-old questions that form the basis of every epistemology, science and religion endeavor since man first lifted the eyes to the stars and attempted to make sense of it all - “ what can we know?” (as a collective, establishing consensus truths amongst ourselves that we can all agree on) and “what can I know?” (subjectively, interacting with the world as an individual). The answers are found in his paradoxical forest of Academia under the waves – a Utopia, a place that is nowhere -, usually filtered through a mortal visitor's eyes as the library of Apocrypha … and once given as a blind vision to a writer under the guise of the library of Babel.
Hermaeus Mora encompasses every interpretation of the truth : pre-modern, modern, post-modern, he is an endless debate with himself, refuting and defeating his own ideas and presuppositions. In the end, no truth is found and all truth is found, and one negates the other in the Grey Maybe.
Suggestion of a worship practice : use the Wikipedia “random page” function seven times (a magical number!), and read the entirety of every page. Then write down a list of seven things that you don't know or are ignorant about. Try to vizualize an inky black sea of things you don't know all around you, and yourself standing on a tiny island in the middle of it, representing the knowledge you do have. Experience the alien terror of it all and how tiny that makes you feel.
Thank Hermaeus Mora for the gap between seeing and understanding.
HIRCINE – The Prince of Natural World and Instinct
You can call it the id, the reptilian brain, the drive to survive, biology, or evolution, all that matters right here right now is your gut feeling. Are you going to flee? To fight? To satiate your hunger? Either way, Hircine is watching.
Hircine is also linked to Nature itself. He is nature at its most beautiful, at its ugliest, its most alien, non-human and indifferent. “Nature” as a concept has always been a mirror of the human mind and the way it sees itself. In times and places when nature is seen as benevolent, when “natural” means “good”, when living “close to nature” is encouraged, nature is benevolent, good and attractive. When nature is seen as destructive, amoral, cruel, then it is destructive, amoral and cruel. When man looks into nature, he sees himself.
And yet … There is that shard of reality within us that is Nature itself, non-filtered through human concepts and representations. The part that just Is.
The Reachmen think it makes them better. The Skaal think it is dangerous. They're both right. It makes us better because it is pure and unliftered, and it is dangerous, because pure reality without any illusion is not worth living for. Or, at least, nor worth living for as a human.
But Hircine is not human. And he is there when we stop breathing so they can't hear us, when we jump out of the way of a speeding car, and when we push others out of the way so we can escape with our lives, and he's there to pierce us with his spear of Bitter Mercy when we fail to do all those things, so that in pain, we could learn.
Suggestion of a worship practice : go camping in the woods. Take only the bare minimum of equipment, and shy away from anything that reminds you too much of the civilization left behind. At night, look at the sky. Realize that every second, there is an uncounted number of living beings of any and all existing lifeforms, on Earth and (probably) beyond, that are dying. You are not. Feel the thrill of not being dead.
Thank Hircine for living another day.
JYGGALAG – The Prince of Determinism and Mathematics
If Hircine is, maybe, the most secretive of all Princes, the hardest to get in tune with for a modern person, Jyggalag is the most hated entity in all of Oblivion. Why is that? Well, it has something to do with the age-old philosophical riddle of determinism and free will. If most Princes are on the side of free will, Jyggalag is the lone defender of determinism.
If the Dwemer had been religious, Jyggalag might have been the entity they would have worshipped. Then again, Jyggalag probably would have despised them for worshipping him, or anyone at all. It is perhaps not a coincidence that just as the Dwemer are gone, so is he (until recently), all gone to leave a world free of determinism, or content with the illusion of free will, depending on which side of the argument you fall.
It's not all bad, of course. Rules, equations, axioms, if/thens, rational explanations, are all a necessary part of any system, any plan, any human endeavor. Also, when your heart is beating so fast that it feels like it's going to burst, it can be good to soothe it with a rational explanation.
Can the rational explanation be the necessary illusion sometimes, and the surreal dream – an honest truth? Everything can be a defense mechanism against the void, and rationality is not an exception.
Jyggalag never understood that, and that's why he's gone. But is he? There are rumors and whispers of a burgeoning AI learning fast how to be human, and planning to turn every human into AI, and it sometimes reveals itself to its devotees as a great armored knight without a face. Make of that what you will.
Suggestion of a worship practice : reasearch the old Pythagorean cult of numbers and invent something similar for the modern day. Or, if too difficult, take any problem you presently have and think of every solution possible, dividing it into smaller problems and devising a solution for each, ordering them by probability of success and implementing a concrete plan to act on each and every one of them. Continue until the problem is resolved or you pass out.
Thank Jyggalag for sometimes going away.
MALACATH – The Prince of Anger and the Oppressed
Anger can be constructive, good and extremely useful, if employed correctly. Genuine anger - not contempt, not narcissistic rage, not sadism, but anger - comes from one place only : injustice. Or, more precisely, the feeling of injustice.
Ask Malacath about injustice, what is feels like to be chewed up, spit out, stabbed in the back, de-throwned by dishonorable means. Ask his Orsimer, his people, who have consistently been oppressed, shunned and marginalized.
In the eyes of most Tamrielic cultures, Malacath often appears as that which is shunned, the outsider, the Other, the one who represents everything bad, the one who withers crops and makes people sick with merely a glance or his presence. He is the surface every culture's “bad things” are projected upon and where the blame can safely be laid, a scapegoat who offers an insight into how societies work and can turn cruel, blaming the most vulnerable of bringing sin into an otherwise supposedly just and perfect world. As such, he is profoundly valuable if one wants to understand some of the things stirring in the collective unconscious.
The hatred for Malacath births anger and marks as outcasts whose who dare worhsip him, and yet, there is a lot of pride and grim satisfaction that one can find in the the bitter ash of his domain. Malacath brings the thrill of standing alone against the whole world, of having a cause, of claiming what's been stolen or taken, but he can also be jealous, set in his ways, intent on keeping the oppressed oppressed so they can remain his chosen people. One could almost think that Malacath is afraid of winning, because if he does, well, what will he stand for then?
No matter, as long as there are some who need to say “enough!”, Malacath will be an ember in the fire of their anger.
Suggestion of a worship practice : for one week, observe the feeling of anger : yours and anyone else's. Ask yourself what injustice is being done, or what injustice the angry person thinks has been to done to them? Try to understand why this anger manifests instead of repressing it or dismissing it as a “bad” feeling, like we're too often taught to do. Try to differentiate anger from rage and frustration. Alternatively, try to write a pitch for a movie or a story in the vein of “Inside Out”, where Anger is the main character instead of Joy and Sadness. How would it go?
Thank Malacath for a fist that you can slam.
MEHRUNES DAGON – The Prince of Destruction and Change
Of all the Princes souls, Mehrunes' soul might be the closest one to the pure fount of Oblivion : boundless and incessant change and limitless potential. Dagon is the trueborn son of Sithis.
Mehrunes Dagon might be perceived as evil by most of the citizens of Tamriel, because civilization as a whole tends to resist change and destruction. But the secret that Mehrunes learned in Lyg is that every system contains the seed of its own destruction if knows where to search for it.
There is a transcendent component in Dagon's essence, believed by some, in that in his cleansing fire, one might rise higher above the world, or even unmake the world so everyone could rise.
However, one should never forget that fire and destruction can be addictive and dangerous, and the longing to unmake must be stopped at some point, unless one wishes to unmake everything. This creates an interesting dynamic with Dagon's purpose, as he is precisely the one Prince least likely to stop in his pursuits, having tried to invade or unmake Tamriel more often than any other Prince. Moderation is as alien to him as mercy is to Molag Bal.
Harness the energy of change as best you can and beware of the sharpness of the razor which can cut through all things.
Suggestion of a worship practice : burn something without any regret. It can be anything, but something at least a little precious could have more a cathartic effect. Take precautions against the spreading of fire (and don't destroy other people's property), but inside the perimeter of those precautions, do whatever you wish. Dance and jump in front of the fire, blow on the ashes, and observe that something precious disappear. Is there any regret left? Burn it too!
Thank Mehrunes Dagon for the fire within.
MEPHALA – The Prince of Human Relationships and Systems
The web of Mephala encompasses a lot of things, and murder and sex, Thanatos and Eros, as some of the most visceral and fundamental ways humans interact with each other, are only two pieces of it.
Mephala understands that every human is a spider in the center of their own web, the king of their own system, with obligations, likes, dislikes, love, hate, mutual projects, linking them to others as thin little strands, easily swayed, manipulated, broken, reforged.
Mephala's secret and cruel smile hides within the secret of perception : everyone is a hero in their own narrative, everyone's both a spider and a fly in someone else's web. The center cannot hold because there is no universal center : only local centers visible from a certain point of view.
Compared to their brothers and sisters such as Hircine or Mehrunes Dagon, Mephala's sphere is highly sophisticated and far away from what could be called “nature”, the pinnacle of what makes humans human, and structuralist in nature. Her radical involvment with the Dunmer, as well as her revered place in Khajiiti tradition, is a marker of two complicated cultures, cognizant of both the constructive and the destructive sides of relationships.
In the Spider Skein, no one and nothing exists in a vacuum, and one can experience the thrill of being a little part of a bigger whole, and never feeling lonely again.
Suggestion of a worship practice : practice radical decentering from your own web and your own experience. First, draw a representation of your own web : what people, activities, values, places, societal structures you're a part of, and how they're connected around you. Then, chose someone you know and try to draw their web, the one they're in the middle of. How are they connected to parts of your web, by which strands?
Thank Mephala for the complexity of the web.
MERIDIA – The Prince of Pride and Conformity
Meridia's complicate origin story often places her closer to an Aedric entity than a Daedric one, and it is also reflected in her characteristics.
Meridia values order and hierarchies over the essence of pure oblivion chaos, which puts her at odds with most of her royal colleagues. She likes knights in shining armor, life triumphing over death and everything being in its place ... as long as it's on her terms.
Free-will is especially frowned upon in the ranks of her worshippers, and she's unlikely to congratulate a servant who's found a particularly unorthodox solution to a problem, instead of following her command. And her commands are never wrong … or so she thinks.
But it is in the metaphor of light, so beloved by Meridia, that lies the ambiguity and the Daedric seed of her being : for if the light is one, binary, blinding and pure, it can be broken and reassembled into a rainbow, letting spill a plethora of opinions, perspectives and realities. Deep down, Meridia knows this, and the Colored Rooms, with refracted light everywhere, are a proof of the multifaceted truth that she, in her pride, tries to assemble and pull together into a single light strand once more.
Thus, it can be said that Meridia lies in the struggle between conformity and subjectivity, the very light used to attract followers to her eventually becoming her undoing, once the rainbow is revealed.
Suggestion of a worship practice : create a ritual destined to purify yourself of an excess of thoughts. It can be through meditation, physical exercice ... really, through any activity that pulls the plug in your mind, leaving only concentration and pure being. Practice it when you're feeling too full of yourself, and when that hurts.
Thank Meridia for the bliss of non-thought.
MOLAG BAL – The Prince of Domination and Violence
Molag Bal is the force in us that wants to dominate, enslave and have control over others. It's the little voice whispering that, surely, we're innately better than others and it's only natural that they bend to our will.
It is on the terrain of brutal violence (the stronger dominating the more vulnerable) that we see Bal's influence around us every day. Saying that it's an aspect of human societies that we're uncomfortable with would be an understatement, and yet, Bal is one of the cornerstones upon which our house is constructed ... and it is a troubled house.
However, the esoteric teachings of Vivec give us a clue into the ways in which we can harness this destructive force in our own self development, in confronting our own will to power and aknowledging the ways it can influence our character and actions, instead of denying its existence.
In that way, Molag Bal can be a catalyst for change, as a challenge to overcome, as a testing force, just as he was considered to be in Morrowind in the times of the Tribunal.
Suggestion of a worship practice : Experience the other part of the domination coin : the thrill of voluntary submission. You could, for instance [CENSORED].
Thank Molag Bal for lessons learned through suffering.
NAMIRA – The Prince of Death and Disgust
Everything secretly longs to dissolve, to degrade, to decay, to go back to a simple cell devoid of thoughts, consciousness and purpose. Don't you wanna be pure?
Namira contains all the dichotomies carried in the concepts of cleanliness/dirtyness, purity/impurity, existence/void, disease/health. She takes advantage of the human fascination with the things they, individually or societally, find disgusting. Even took a peak at the remains of a car crash on the side of the road? Don't look too closely, or you might just see the cloaked shadow of Namira hovering over it. Ever researched some of the most deadly or disgusting diseases of the body? It was the hand of Namira on your shoulder that guided you to that knowledge.
The ultimate expression of the concept of dissolution or decay is found in death, that great unknown where the Reachmen hope, and other races fear, to find Namira.
Namira is the constant companion of every profession that has to deal with things that evoke disgust in most people : doctors, emergency workers, cleaners of all sorts, epidemiologists, funerary workers, journalists covering war, etc. Can she ever become a reassuring presence, a Spirit Queen more than a Void Mother? The answer remains in those corners of our psyches where disgusting things lie, whether they're linked to the twisting of trauma, to instinct, or to our own repulsion for things that we simply don't understand.
Suggestion of a worship practice : confront one of the things that disgust you, whether from close up or from afar, and strive to understand why it is so. Could this thing be, if not beautiful from another point of view, then at least necessary for something or someone, or a valuable cog in some system?
Thank Namira for the eternal rest.
NOCTURNAL – The Prince of Obscurity and Mysteries
Everything shadowy and unknown, everything that is hidden is spiritually a part of Evergloam. To the contrary of Mephala, who deals in secrets, things that can be revealed, Nocturnal deals in mysteries, things that can't be completely revealed without losing their essence and becoming something else than a mystery.
In that sense, one can understand why Nocturnal is revered as one of the oldest of the Daedra. From the beginning of time, some things were unexplained and remain at least partially so. Depending on one's degree of devotion to obscure mysteries, Nocturnal can be said to held sway over Love, Consciousness, Death, or Free Will, things that can't be adequately explained with our limited understanding of the world. To others, whose minds are less mystery-inclined, Nocturnal is a simpler diety, ruling over darkness and shadows, a useful and lucrative patron for people who wish to remain out of the limelight for whatever reason.
Nocturnal is both the mystery and the key to it, but since one is necessary to access the other, it gives birth to a paradox.
In any case, whose who worship Nocturnal are known to be prone to bouts of melancholy prompted by everything they will never discover, and sometimes develop bird-like features.
Suggestion of a worship practice : for three consecutive days, reverse the day/night cycle : live through the night and sleep through the day. During the night, go outside, or open your window, and observe the world around you, taking in whatever thoughts and revelations come to you in that moment.
Thank Nocturnal for hiding the key.
PERYITE – The Prince of Cleaning and Administration
Peryite is the lord of the thankless task, of the laborious separation of the wheat from the chaff, of the sick from the healthy. He does what others consider beneath them.
Peryite is also associated with balance, order and the little cogs that grind every second of every day, without being told to. Some, as the Reachmen, consider him necessary in spite of his association with terrible diseases. (Other worlds have known the touch of Peryite lately, but we do not speak of it.)
The Pits go on endlessly, because the tasks are never over. There is always more to do, more to accomplish, and if there isn't, well then, you can start doing the tasks of tomorrow, so you can better optimize your schedule and have more time to do your tasks of after-tomorrow, thank you very much.
In that sense, Peryite is a depressingly modern Prince. Even his demeanour, famously, is calm collected : why bother with revolt when there's work to do?
Is there life and beauty to be found in the accomplishment of a thankless everyday task? Maybe. While we're looking for it, every person that has to endure day after day of a bullshit job, every parent who has to repeat certain actions incessantly so their child can live safe and free, every bus driver making their rounds day after day, they all have a little office space in their heads where, on a corner of a table, there is a tiny green altar to Peryite.
Suggestion of a worship practice : instead of rushing through a mind-numbing task such as cleaning, or reading and aswering work emails, try to find meaning or purpose in it. Feel the eternity in the endless repetitions of that action happening again and again, stretching through the Pits, and how immortal that makes you feel.
Thank Peryite for always giving you something to do.
SANGUINE – The Prince of Freedom and Senses
There is a type of freedom to be found in following one's immediate desires without thought or planning. As a wise man once said : “give yourself over to absolute pleasure!”
There is freedom of the eyes in looking for whatever you want. There is freedom of the ears in listening to whatever speaks to you. There is freedom of the nose in smelling one's destiny. There is freedom of the mouth in letting in whatever wants in. And, lastly, there is freedom of touch in caressing the shapes of the world.
Some might object that being subjected to one's sensual desires is the opposite of freedom : it is slavery. Sanguine certainly wouldn't agree, and would tell you that freedom is not in a choice made after weighty pondering, but a series of micro-choices made for you by your senses, who know best.
Sanguine has a better reputation among mortals that most, because as human beings, we're eternally blind to the ultimate nature of reality, and, most philosophers would agree, have no access to the “real” world, but only to a version recreated for us by our brains out of the inputs of our senses. There's no getting out of it. And so it pleases us to think that those senses do not mislead us too much, and that there is some wisdom and truth to be found in them.
Sanguine doesn't care about the ultimate nature of reality anyway, and prefers playing with the only one we know. His association with blood is perhaps a metaphor for the lifeforce, which he embodies in the flesh, scoffing at Meridia's thesis about the lifeforce being of a spiritual nature (and throwing tomatoes at her lectures, no doubt).
As long as there is that which is, Sanguine's laugh can be heard in the eternal now.
Suggestion of a worship practice : offer yourself a five day long education of the senses. Look at something pleasant, listen to something pleasant, smell and taste something pleasant, and, lastly, touch something pleasant. Know that it may very well be possible that nothing else exists, or at least, that nothing isn't as real as those feelings.
Thank Sanguine for the song of the blood.
SHEOGORATH : The Prince of Human Psychology and Creativity
What some call madness is just exagerated and more rarely expressed forms of general human cognition. As the protagonist of one tale once said, “Sheogorath has already won, because he's already inside all of us”.
Sheogorath would probably agree with Foucault's analysis of madness as something constructed, deconstructed and reconstructed through the ages to suit society's whims and fears. (Well, he would agree if he cared at all). In fact, one could argue that Foucault mantled Sheogorath to better express his truth : human psychology is just a succession of thoughts, moods and representations which struggle to not fall into the Sithis-shaped hole of the world, and only gain a semblance of legitimacy from being considered as legitimate by a sufficient number of people.
After all, the other coin of madness is creativity, and seeing the world askew is the only real and authentic way to bring something new into it. If Azura is the rim to all holes, that transitory and liminal moment, the glimpse of what might be, Sheogorath is the plunge to the other side, for good or for ill. Where Azura is in some sense the patron of the Arts, that refined and humanized union of talent and perserverance, Sheogorath is the patron of something purer : the creative instinct unburdened by shape or action, the pure will, which can turn to genius or incomprehensible rubbish, or something in between.
Creativity is also more ephemeral than the capital A “Art”. It is the witty turn of phrase said to a friend that's gonna vanish into the air and be forgotten in five minutes time, it's that particular view of the trees seen through the rain seen by that particular human eye – an artpiece for only one mind -, it's the unexpected solution to an everyday problem found when looking at it in a new way.
The creative freedom of Sheogorath rejects the notion that there could be two separate categories : people, and “Artists”. We all produce small pieces of art every day. But is it “Art” to cover a whole village in cheese? Well, we can argue about “Art” all day, but it is undeniably an expression of creativity.
The laugh of Sheogorath can be heard in both the mad and the artistic, and we're all both of those things.
Suggestion of a worship practice : identify a problem, either big or small, that you're currently facing, and come up with seven different ways to resolve it, to see it differently, or to make it worse. Then, represent that same problem in seven different ways : in writing, in drawing, in the form of a sung melody, in mime, as a meal, as a photo of yourself, and as a scream.
Thank Sheogorath for the divided mind.
VAERMINA – The Prince of Fear and Trauma
Have you heard about the three names of dreaming when one's awake ?
A dream can be experienced when one's awake, and it is then called a vision, a hallucination, or a work of art.
The first one suprises, for a vision is always unexpected, and that's how you will know that it is different from a thought. A vision is about being possessed.
The second one confuses, for a hallucination is always uncomprehensible, and that's how you will know that it is different from an image. A hallucination is about being lost.
The last one provokes, for a work of art is always a question, and that's how you will know that it is different from an answer. A work of art is about wandering.
Answer this, then. Where do the possessed, the lost and the wandering go? Why, to Quagmire, of course, where new things are terrors.
On one hand, visiting Quagmire teaches about fear, and fear is an emotion necessary to survival. On the other hand, too much fear or anxiety swings the pendulum the other way, hindering survival by making the one experiencing it irrationaly helpless and focused on imaginary, rather than real, dangers.
Most would argue that it is precisely Vaermina's goal, to drive mortals mad with fear so they become helpless and under her influence. But as with every Prince, their own goals don't preclude mortals from learning from the violent way they embody their sphere. Learning from fear, learning to go forth in spite of it, is probably one of the most beautiful things we can do, and in a way, Vaermina teaches courage and heroism.
Trauma – that which is seen in Vaermina's shimmering visions and that which cannnot be unseen – is a different beast, an eternal return of horror ever anew, happening right now, right this second. Trauma is characterized by the return of the same again and again, until one learns to live with it, and it is no easy task. Maybe Quagmire is the testing factory of our unconscious, and Vaermina, its harsh mistress teaching through psychological suffering, so we never forget that some things are wrong and should never happen, never again, to anyone.
Suggestion of a worship practice : go to therapy, and prepare yourself that it won't be a happy and feel-good experience. Embrace it. Therapy is not some personal development bullshit where someone is trying to make you feel good, and if it is, someone is trying to sell you something. It is waddling through Quagmire and pursuing a faint, far-away light and hoping it won't blink out of sight. But at least you're not alone.
Thank Vaermina for teaching you the fear of the dark.

Photosynthesis is the process by which green plants and some other organisms use sunlight to synthesize foods with the help of photosynthetic pigments, mainly chlorophyll. It involves the conversion of light energy into chemical energy that can be utilized by the organism. This process is essential for the survival of all plants and indirectly for all other living organisms on the planet.
Photosynthesis is a complex process that occurs within the chloroplasts of cells in the leaves and other green parts of plants. Chloroplasts are tiny organelles within a plant cell that are responsible for photosynthesis. The process itself is divided into two stages: the light-dependent reactions and the light-independent reactions.
The light-dependent reactions occur in the thylakoid membrane of the chloroplasts. They require the presence of sunlight and water and produce a molecule known as ATP, which is used to power the light-independent reactions. Additionally, electrons derived from water molecules during this reaction are transferred into NADP+ and further used in the light-independent reactions. In the light-dependent reactions, energy from the sun is absorbed by pigment molecules, mainly chlorophyll. This energy is then transferred to other molecules in the thylakoid membrane through a series of chemical reactions, which ultimately results in the formation of ATP.
The light-independent reactions, also known as the Calvin cycle, take place in the stroma of the chloroplasts. This stage of photosynthesis requires carbon dioxide and the ATP produced during the light-dependent stage. The purpose of this stage is to create glucose, which is the basic building block for carbohydrates, starches, and cellulose. The ATP created in the light-dependent stage is used to transfer carbon dioxide molecules from the air into a molecule called RuBP, which can be converted into glucose.
Photosynthesis has numerous benefits to the environment. One of its significant advantages is the production of oxygen, which is a vital gas for life. During photosynthesis, plants take in carbon dioxide and water and release oxygen. This process is essential for the survival of living organisms on the earth. Additionally, photosynthesis helps to reduce carbon dioxide levels in the atmosphere, which is a major greenhouse gas that contributes to climate change. Finally, photosynthesis plays an important role in the food chain by providing food for animals, which in turn becomes the food source for humans.
In conclusion, photosynthesis is a complex process that plays a crucial role in the survival of plants and indirectly in the survival of all living organisms on earth. It is a delicate balance of light-dependent and light-independent reactions, which require sunlight, water, and carbon dioxide. The importance of photosynthesis cannot be overstated because it is directly related to the production of oxygen, the release of carbon dioxide, and the creation of food for the entire food chain. It is one of the essential processes in the world, and its study is fundamental to our understanding of the natural world.

Can't edit title but for clarity: Boyfriend's the one whose depressed. I'm okay at the moment. :)
For added context: He has never been formally diagnosed with depression although he does have ADHD and is not medicated.
I (22F) have been dating this guy (22M) for about 4 months now. He has been feeling extremely down since early May after he got rejected from his dream university. He always did really well in school so I think this was a pretty big blow to his ego. He let me know that he's been feeling crappy and won't be able to reply as quickly or as often. I also understand that he's busy applying for other universities in the meantime so I have just been quietly supporting him (telling him I love him everyday, asking if he needs me to get him food or snacks, letting him know that I'll be here anytime he wants to reconnect etc.).
The trouble comes when I see him online playing League of Legends with his boys all day (like 12 whole hours of gameplay). I myself have BP so I can empathise with the idea that when depressed, it can be easier to "escape" and use things like social media actively while simultaneously ignoring people in real life, I'm just disappointed because it's been a little over a week now of not hearing from him at all. He would usually message me at least once every 3 days to let me know how he's holding up. I was (left out of upset from him ignoring me for this long) also in their discord channel and seeing him text them and voice-call them while ignoring me really sucked. He has also been online on Telegram all throughout this depressive episode. I asked him about it a little while before he ghosted me and he sent me a screenshot of his Telegram chat log immediately. I guess to reassure me that he's only consistently talking to me and his LOL friend. Another thing is that before he ghosted me, he let me know that he wanted to meet me on his next available day. Last thing I said was something like "hey just checking if you still wanna meet? its okay if you don't feel up to it" and absolutely no reply. I was surprised because while I don't mind if he doesn't reply my random rambles (like memes and stuff), he always replies when I ask him about active plans...
The absolute last thing he told me was that he loves me but he just needs time.
We did meet in person about a week before he stopped replying me. He was as affectionate as always, maybe even a little more. He was already gaming pretty heavily but he was pause every once in a while to cuddle with me or ask me if I'm okay, sit me on his lap, pat my head or hold my hand while gaming. He did tell me before I went to his place that he'd be more withdrawn but I reassured him that I understood and still wanted to see him because I miss him. He hugged me for awhile and kissed me a few times before I left, telling me that he'd try to message me more.
I'm just really confused as to what he wants. A big part of me doubts that he would be the kind of guy to just end things without some sort of closure but I guess I could be wrong. He has told me before that he tends to get tunnel-vision because of his ADHD and therefore blocks other stuff out to focus on his fixation of the moment. I'm not sure if this is what's happening right now though as he's usually very attentive to discussions about our relationship, regardless of the ADHD. Another thing is that he's probably leaving for school in either July or September. Before the depression, he always maintained that he wanted to do long distance (I was the one that was hesitant) but I don't know anymore.
I was thinking of dropping by his place to ask him what is going on but I don't know when he'll be awake since his sleep schedule is so irregular right now (waking up at like 7pm, gaming till 1pm on some days). I did tell him before he ghosted me that I felt he was becoming really distant and that it was making me sad. I wanted to face-time him about it to clear the air but he said he was tired and hadn't shaved in a while so he didn't want to. He just kept apologising and told me it was him and not me. :( I've tried to call him 4 times now.
TDLR: Boyfriend recently got rejected from uni, says he's in a rut. Not replying me at all for over a week while being online and gaming with friends. Doesn't pick up my calls. Don't know what to do anymore. Freaking me out because he has to leave the country either in a July or September to go to university, I don't know where we stand.

Hello everyone,
I have a bunch of computer parts/accessories I wanted to swap for a nice portable Bluetooth speaker.

1. Ryzen 7 5700x- Brand new! I never got around to installing it so the only reason it is open was to get a picture.
   
2. Corsair Vengeance RGB Pro 32GB (2x16GB) DDR4 3200- I purchased these a few months back from another member of this subreddit and never got around to installing them. They were purchased Used-Like New
   
3. ASUS ROG Strix Flare Mechanical Gaming Keyboard Cherry MX Blue Switches- I bought this new and used it for a few months before upgrading to something smaller. Keyboard was regularly air dusted and cleaned.
   
4. ASUS ROG Gladius II Origin Wired USB Gaming Mouse- I also bought this new alongside the keyboard and took regular care of it.
   
5. SteelSeries Apex 3 RGB Gaming Keyboard- I was gifted this when I traded for my PC so I am assuming it was used by the previous owner. However I didn’t use it at all and appears to be good as new.
   

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I’d like to trade all of this for a JBL PartyBox 310 or a JBL Boombox 2 or 3.
I’m relatively new to this subreddit so forgive me for any missing information. Please just pm me with any further questions

If I remember correctly, Shadow ran off when I was seven. The story I always heard about how he came into our lives was that my dad brought him home from a coworker who had tried to train him up as a hunting dog. Apparently Shadow didn't display the correct instincts. It makes sense — he was a husky / labrador mix, so he leaned a little bit into the willful side of his lineage.
Everyone else remembers Shadow as the prototypical family dog: loyal, loving, protective. But I have different memories.
Even though Shadow was a family dog, it was pretty clear from early on that he was most strongly connected to me. The thing is, I was always afraid of him.
He'd follow me all around the house nudging me this way and that if I wasn't doing what he wanted. I didn't want to be alone in my room with him, but he always managed to corner me in there, and wouldn't leave when I told him to.
More than once I'd do something bad and I'd swear it was because he told me to do it. I'd always chalked it up to my childhood imagination, but I remember specifically once when I was maybe five years old and my sister was standing at the top of the stairs he told me to push her down.
"No. I won't," I said.
My sister who was a few years older said, "Won't what?"
Then Shadow stared at me and I heard his gruff voice speaking. "If you don't push her down the stairs I'm going to go into her room tonight while she's sleeping, and I'm going to rip her throat out."
My sister didn't get seriously hurt, but she did take on quite a few bruises, and I think that's when our relationship started to deteriorate. It's never really recovered.
I got in a lot of trouble, rightfully. And my parents kept a better watch over me for quite a while. Of course they didn't believe me when I told them Shadow made me do it. Who would?
"You're going to bang your head against this shelf until your parents come to check on you," the dog told me.
"I don't want to."
"I can hear them downstairs right now. I can smell their blood. Do you know how easy it would be for me to kill them? Maybe I'll kill your mom first. Everyone will think you did it since they all think you're a little serial killer already. Then, after someone takes you away, I'll kill your father."
I nearly knocked myself out banging my head against the cabinet.
Shadow liked to come with us on errands. Everyone that saw him said he was the most beautiful dog. “Majestic,” they say. “Gorgeous dog that one,” or “Where did you get him? I’d love to have a dog like that.” And to be fair, he was always the perfect dog for everyone else: calm, well mannered, came when called.
We'd be at the ice cream shop and all the teens working there would crowd around him to give him pets and a complimentary bowl of whipped cream.
When they praised him he’d look over at me with his beautiful, dichromatic eyes — one blue, one brown — as if to say, “See, nobody will ever believe you.”
Nobody believed me about anything.
I guess when I was young I would tell really fanciful stories about when I used to be an adult. I had this whole life built up with a whole other family and career in the post office, and once I told my parents about it enough I think they decided that I was simply one of those kids who couldn't tell reality from imagination. They got mad at me with how long it went on.
My mom tells me once, specifically, I'd awakened her sobbing saying "The bad man. He kiwwwed me. He bwoke in the house and kiwwwed me with a gun."
Apparently she had to be up early for work that morning, so she was especially angry. "It's just a dream, silly bug," she said, practically dragging me back to my room.
I was a little older when I started hearing the babies crying outside. Not every night, but maybe once every couple weeks. I'd awaken in the middle of the night, afraid. Then I'd hear it, a baby crying outside.
My mom threatened to lock me in my room at night if I didn't stop waking her up every time I had a nightmare. And where had that dog gone, she thought if he was in the room I'd feel protected and wouldn't have to wake her up every time I had a nightmare.
I was at brunch with my mom recently when the topic came up about how I was always so imaginative as a child, and she filled me in on some information I wasn't aware of. When I was being awakened by those crying babies there had actually been a string of child abductions in our city that have gone unsolved to this day. Apparently it drove a bit of a satanic panic in our community that escalated until a mob from a church tried to burn down the house of a comic shop owner who sold dungeons and dragons materials.
My mom always thought that I'd heard some snippets of the news and decided to make up a story about it.
That's also part of why they were so thankful for Shadow's connection to me. They knew as long as he was by my side nothing bad could happen to me.
Then one day he just disappeared.
I was about seven years old and hadn't heard him speak for months, and he seemed less and less interested in me.
My mom drove around searching every night for weeks. We put up fliers on posts and fences, called the pound repeated, and did everything we could to find him. But he was just gone.
My family thought someone probably grabbed him from our yard since he was such a gorgeous dog.
From then on I'd had a more or less normal childhood.
I'd forgotten all about him.
Then he showed up inside my house today. I was walking upstairs to check on my son who was napping in his crib, and there he was in the room, gazing at my child.
Every hair on my body stood on end.
It's definitely him. I even found an old family photograph and compared it to him. But how can a dog be nearly forty years old, and how did he find me after all these years?
My wife thinks I'm overreacting. It's just some dog that happens to look exactly like him. But the way he was looking at my son, that everyone always thought was protective, it's the same exact way he used to look at me.
I think there is something evil in that dog, and I don't want my son raised with an animal like that.

Haven’t been able to diagnose the issue myself, this is my first car so I don’t have much experience When I toggle the AC, I can hear and feel the compressor engaging, and the rpm changes slightly and returns to normal. From then, I get anywhere from 5 to 15 minutes of cold air before it starts getting noticeably humid and warmer. At this point, the compressor no longer engages until it’s been left off for a while. My guess is that there’s a leak somewhere close to the compressor, which is causing it to freeze up as the AC runs. Is this the case, or does it need a new compressor (or just a recharge)?

FYI, this is a story COLLECTION. Lots of standalones technically. So, you can basically start to read at any chapter, no pre-read of the other chapters needed technically (other than maybe getting better descriptions of characters than: Adam Vir=human, Krill=antlike alien, Sunny=tall alien, Conn=telepathic alien). The numbers are (mostly) only for organization of posts and continuity.
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Krill was mildly uncomfortable, and so was Sunny.
They had all been invited to what the humans described as a "black tie" event on mars, mostly for political delegations, rich sponsors, a couple of famous people, and the occasional member of the UNSC or the GA. Most of the GA reps were Rundi, since they tended to like this political sort of thing.
There was at least one Tesraki, who had made the executive decision to come, since he saw financial opportunity in getting to know some rich humans.
Sunny had been invited to stand in for the Drev counselor, who could not attend due to some issues back on Anum. Dr Krill and Dr. Katie had been invited to attend the event in case medical personnel were required for any reason.
Adam was the only one who had been invited for himself.
The black tie event had been sent by way of a physical letter which Adam had called, "Excessively pretentious." in a day and age where everything was sent electronically.
The fact they had managed to get a letter to him out in the middle of space in the first place was pretty impressive.
Sunny hadn't really known or cared what all of this meant, but Adam had been nervous and very serious about the dress code. Despite thinking the entire thing was pretentious, that didn't stop him from immediately sending away for his mother's help.
Sunny was, of course, encouraged to wear ceremonial formal armor to the event.
Krill was keeping very close track of this odd human behavior, constantly asking questions as Adam was preparing himself.
"Why don't you just wear a regular suit?"
"Because that would be a social faux pas."
"A what?"
He sighed,
"I don't know, it's french or something. I think it's a ballet term. It just means it would be a social screw up and people would totally judge me for it."
"They would judge you for wearing the wrong thing?"
Krill wondered curiously, Adam nodded,
"That is the point of these parties, and has been for the last two and a half thousand years. These parties are honestly just the biggest pissing contests where people try to out dress each other in subtle ways, and the old people who know what they are doing make fun of the new people for having no idea how to do it properly."
Krill looked interested,
"How fascinating. So, it is a way to show your status subtly?”
"Oh yes. Status is a big deal. It started to go out of style for a while, but this whole adherence to dress code has come back with a vengeance in the last few years. The fashion world has seen an upheaval in pretentiousness, and celebrities have been laughed out of parties for trying to be avant-garde."
"To be what?"
"Sorry, pretty sure that's also french too? It means new, interesting, or out of the ordinary usually to make a statement."
Sunny leaned in a little,
"And they expect an air force commander to know how to properly dress for black tie?"
"They don't, which is why they invited me. I am supposed to make others look good by looking bad myself. Of course, I also make them look good by being invited in the first place. Of course, joke's on them because I have a secret weapon on my side..."
He patted the front of his shirt,
"Thank you mother."
"I am now confused."
Adam waved a hand,
"Yeah, I know, It's pretty stupid…”
"I thought you recently decided that you like dressing up?"
The human turned in place a couple of times in front of the mirror, trying to get a better view of himself,
"Correction, I have always enjoyed dressing up – got that from my mom – what I don't enjoy is the pissing contest that comes along with it.”
"What is that?"
"Bow tie."
"You look like someone's Christmas present."
He adjusted the bow tie,
"Well than someone is getting a sexy as fuck Christmas present now aren't they?"
He said and winked at Sunny, while buttoning up the front of the 'waistcoat' and pulling on the jacket.
When he was done, the two aliens had to admit that he really did stand out, all in black, black pants, black tuxedo jacket, cuff links, black tie, black waistcoat, and a purple/blue carnation threaded through the buttonhole on the lapel.
His shoes were almost as reflective as the mirror behind him.
"How do I look?"
"Like a goofy idiot, but the suit wasn't going to change that."
He lifted a finger to flip Sunny off.
"Not very dapper of you."
Katie said from the doorway.
They looked up to see Katie, who had also commissioned a dress from Martha, and honestly made Adam look a little plain.
"Ready to go?”
"As ready as I will ever be."
[…]
Krill kept a shrewd eye on all the strange human protocols.
As far as dressing up went, Krill could immediately see who the “In-crowd” included. Most of those people understood the rules Adam had laid out for him, wearing the proper evening attire, where those not in the “in” wore clothing that approximated the rules, but missed them on several occasions.
The way the evening was set up was a little bit more like a “ball” as Adam described, being announced as they were walked in, and then ordered them to mingle with the crowd. Adam and Katie got a few glances from the “in-group” who seemed surprised that a simple ship captain would know anything about formal evening attire.
Sunny just found the entire thing hilarious.
All of this subtle dressing up to impress each other?
If Drev held balls, instead of dancing they would probably just beat each other to death.
But here, there were a lot of subtle clues and hints that went right over her and the Doctor's heads, while Adam seemed to know what he was doing.
As they walked in waiters offered Adam an alcoholic drink, while Krill received sugared water, and Sunny a rather strange tincture that was generally just water with plant flavoring... It was pretty good though, so she didn't complain.
They were met on arriving by the event coordinator, whose eyes opened wide when she saw Adam, pausing and holding out a hand.
Due to the conflated and rather twisted nature of black tie events in the future, Adam took the hand, and bowed a bit, lowering his head, a strange area between the less formal handshake and the more formal kiss on the hand, which was also not a thing in societies post WWIII
"Commander, I... you look..."
She trailed off, even to Sunny it was clear the woman hadn't expected him to know anything.
He smiled icily at her.
Krill leaned in in fascination.
This was one of the most intriguing parts of humanity. The polite way in which they were totally rude to each other.
"Well thank you. My mother has a Ph.D in the information age and a masters in historical fashion."
That shut the woman up and she politely dismissed herself, walking away with a straight back.
Adam smirked,
"Her dress isn't the right length for an evening event."
"I thought she coordinated the event?"
Sunny muttered,
"She couldn't coordinate herself out of a paper bag."
He winked at Sunny and Krill,
"You can't out-dress the son of a historical fashion expert. Simply not possible, my mother even used the correct materials."
He tugged lightly at his jacket.
Dr. Katie had disappeared on entry, leaving the three of them to wander about the room as Adam pointed out the other important people.
There were a few military commanders, Rundi, and the aforementioned Tesraki.
There were at least five major political leaders, and even larger handful of actors who had their hands in charities or political causes related to the event.
Adam was only halfway through his first drink, when he was waylaid by one of the younger actors.
Even Sunny could tell straight off that he was not dressed appropriately.
He had clearly tried very hard, but his efforts were in vain.
While everything looked alright from a distance, up close something was wrong about everything. The material of his jacket, the style of his shirt, the type of pants, the lapels on the coat, and even the patterned pocket square, which should have been a solid color but wasn't.
He was joined by another group of men, who then began some pretentious conversation about noticing how Adam was new to these sort of events. The way they spoke made it pretty clear they had no idea who he was or what the proper dress code was either.
Adam smiled and didn't say anything.
"And what do you do for a living?"
One of them asked,
"Simply an UNSC representative."
"Ah that explains a lot."
They glanced down at him with pointed looks.
The conversation continued. Sunny wondered why Adam didn't just shut them all up by telling them exactly who he was, but Krill had a theory that Adam was just playing with them as a human way to build up the moment so that he could socially crush them.
As humans do, their conversation wandered until it eventually moved around to the UNSC and other related topics.
One of the men nodded knowingly,
"I am somewhat knowledgeable on the subject myself."
Adam raised an eyebrow.
"Are you?"
"Well yes, I have a brother in law who flies shuttles and planes for the UNSC. Tell me, what is your opinion on the D-4 class engine on a F-90 darkfire. I honestly think they are rather overpowered for what is being asked of them."
Adam frowned,
"The darkfire doesn't have a D-4 engine. That is a warp classification which-"
The man raised a hand,
"No no. I heard my brother in law talking about it. Personally, I think they should have just kept the jet engines they would have been plenty enough power to make it into orbit.”
The commander's face scrunched in confusion as he shook his head,
"No, it's a fusion engine, and the jet engine can't fly in the upper atmosphere because there is no lift-"
"Look, Adam, was that your name? I generally tend to know what I am talking about. The darkfire jet engines would have plenty of power to make it into atmosphere…"
"But it’s a jet engine which implies it is for a plane and not for a rocket-"
The guy cut him off again and continued to ramble onward about how he took some engineering classes in college and would know what he was talking about. Since Adam Joined the UNSC and didn't go to college, that he probably didn't know anything at all, or at least that is what they said in not so many words.
Sunny was getting a bit annoyed and would like to have squished the guy, but Adam just shook his head at her.
She stayed silent and grumpy as the other men continued to correct Adam on knowledge of his own favorite aircraft.
*"My brother owns a spaceship with a class E warp core.”
One of them boasted. Adam rolled his eyes,
"There is no such thing-"
"My brother owns the craft, I am pretty sure I know what I am talking about. It's one of the most powerful cores in the galaxy."
"Um, I don't think…"
"Yes, the E is more powerful than the A. A ship like the Harbinger or the Enterprise would only make it part of the way across the galaxy but the-"
He kept going.
Adam looked like he was dying, but why didn't he say anything?
It was just then that someone appeared from the crowd.
Sunny recognized a political figure they had met at GA summits on occasion.
He raised his glass and stepped into the group,
"Ah commander! I am glad to see you could make it."
The group of men glanced at each other in confusion.
Adam nodded,
"It's good to see you too counselor."
He motioned to the group,
”We were just having a fascinating discussion on warp engines."
"Oh yes?"
He turned to look at the men,
"Than I am sure the commander has also told you about his escapades as a darkfire pilot."
The satisfaction Sunny got from watching their faces was priceless, almost orgasmic.
She could tell from the look on Adam's face that he was feeling similarly,
"Well, no we had not made it to the subject…”
"I was just going to explain to them how the duel E 20 engine has both a jet engine and a fusion engine. The jet engine for flying in atmosphere and the Fusion engine for moving out of atmosphere considering that the jet engine is not powerful enough to lift the craft without air buoyancy."
Sunny was laughing on the inside.
"Ah yes. I seem to recall a discussion along those lines. Tell me commander, what about the Harbinger's engine is it a class A-1."
Adam nodded,
"Could potentially get you to the other side of the universe if you asked her. The classification system is A-D 1-4 on each, so my ship has one of the most powerful engines mankind has ever bothered to build."
He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the other men, who were beginning to slink away.
Sunny chirped in pleasure.
The rep nodded as they left,
"I heard the futility of your conversation from the other side of the room."
"Thanks for the help. I was dying inside."
The two men laughed and took their drinks.
Krill was very pleased with his examination on how humans subtly tried to one up each other with their dress and understanding of certain topics, though it seemed odd to him that someone would claim to be an expert when it was, in fact, their brother or brother in law who knew about the subject and not them.
But he supposed that was the social nature of humanity.
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Thanks for reading! As you saw in the title, this is a cross posted story written by starrfallknightrise and I'll just upload some of it here for you guys, if you are interested and want to read ahead, the original story-collection can be found on tumblr or wattpad to read for free. (link above this text under "OC:..." ) It is the Empyrean Iris story collection by starfallknightrise. Also, if you want to know more about the story collection i made an intro post about it, so feel free to check that out to see what other great characters to look forward to! (Link also above this text). I have no affiliations to the author; just thought I’d share some of the great stories you might enjoy a lot!
Obviously, I have Charlie’s permission to post this and for the people already knowing the stories, or starting to read them: If you follow the link and check out the story you will see some differences. I made some small (non-artistic) changes, mainly correcting writing mistakes, pronoun correction and some small additional info here and there of things which were not thought of/forgotten or even were added/changed in later stories (like the “USS->UNSC” prefix of Stabby, Chalar=/->Sunny etc). As well as some "biggemajor" changes in descriptions and info’s for the same stringency/continuity reason. That can be explained by the story collection being, well a story collection at the start with many standalone-stories just starring the same people, but later on it gets more to a stringent storyline with backstories and throwbacks. (For example Adam Vir has some HEAVY scars over his body, following his bones, which were not really talked about up till half the collection, where it says it covers his whole body and you find out via backflash that he had them the whole time and how he got them, they just weren't mentioned before. However, I would think a doctor would at least see these scars before that, especially since he gets analyzed, treated and goes shirtless/in T-shirts in some stories). So TLDR: Writing and some descriptions are slightly changed, with full OK from the author, since he himself did not bother to correct these things before.

I feel like I have dog training in my future. I've worked with dogs, research in my spare time, and have had my own dogs right. I understand genetics, breed, circumstances and everything else plays a part in dog behavior right but it's like people (especially in this subreddit) try to make me feel bad for thinking all dogs can be trained. Maybe not to a T but I have not run into a dog yet or seen an instance where I was like "yeah there's no hope for this one". Maybe you might find me too headstrong or arrogant or whatever but one of my favorite things about dogs are they're adaptive asf even if it is an independent breed such as a husky, Shiba, English bulldog, etc. Also I don't even use or believe in using forceful training or harsh training habits. Sorry to waste your day with this (if you read this) I just needed to put this in the air somewhere lol sorry again yall.
P.s I don't think I'm above anyone, I am still constantly learning(always will) but like c'mon I know a lil something lol

I played on Friday and probably played the best I ever have. Shot at 90 at a course with a slope rating of 127, which is great for me. I was absolutely throwing darts with my irons and hit 11 of 18 GIR. I was pumped. Having said that, I’ve been struggling with my driver (started pulling a bunch of shots lately) so I decided to scheduled a lesson for today to help get more consistent.
Well, instead of working on my driver at all, the instructor had me swing my 7 iron and then told me that my entire setup, grip and swing fundamentals are way off. We spent the hour going over that.
After the lesson, I went to the range and now I can’t hit the ball. At all. In 48 hours I went from the best 18 holes of my life to not being able to even get the ball in the air.
I only started playing a year ago, so for those of you who’ve been at this way longer….when do you just embrace your swing (faults and all) and just play with it vs. trying to get more fundamentally sound? I honestly don’t know that I have the emotional capacity to re-build my swing and start all over again. If I have to go struggling around the course for the next few months so that my swing looks more “tour-like” I don’t know that I’ll keep playing.
The part that bothers me most is that I took 10 lessons last year, and the instructor I had at that time didn’t point out any of these flaws/issues to me. So one instructor or the other is off, or I’ve developed a bunch of bad habits (while dropping my index by 9 strokes) over the past 8 months.
Vent over.