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2023.05.28 19:19 Johnwestrick The House on Jackson Street

The House on Jackson Street

By John Westrick
I used to walk with her, now I walk alone. We used to marvel at the beautiful houses together, now I look down at my feet. Each home a grain of salt in the wound, each house a reminder of what I lost. Even though it hurts, I still find myself continuing our walks. Sometimes pain is good. I’d rather feel the pain of her passing, than not feel her at all.
She’s alive when I walk. She’s the shadow that strolls behind. Though I can’t see her, I can feel her. Her presence is like a windbreaker draped across my shoulders in an especially violent storm. The pain isn’t gone but it’s bearable when I’m moving. I can’t speak to her, but she’s there. When I trip over a root, a hand steadies me. When I veer off course, I feel a gentle nudge.
And every day I end up in front of the same house on Jackson Street.
A grand home, at least at one point it must’ve been. The windows are boarded closed. The door is locked. Beware trespasser signs are strewn haphazardly across the tangled mess of the once impressive lawn.
I feel her presence strongest here. It is almost tangible, as if she’s hiding behind a thin curtain. I call to her, yet she never answers. I reach for her, yet I can never lay hands on her. It is here on my journey where my emotions get the best of me. Every day I come, every day I cry.
The neighbors look at me with trepidation, but long gone are my days of caring what others think. I stand there an old man, face in my hands and weep for the woman I lost. Let them think what they want, but my Lenore was worth every tear.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and look up to see the front door of the house swung wide. Light is pouring out of it, and there she is, my Lenore. I rush towards her and the gaping maw, towards the woman I’ve lost. The woman who heard my cries and has returned for me.
As I barrel forward through the brambles and overgrown weeds, I hardly am aware of the scrapes and cuts. Nor does it bother me that I trip over a hidden bottle and go tumbling face first in the dirt. I sling myself forward with the stamina of a much younger man.
And then, I am there standing in touching distance from her. It’s her. She’s got the same strawberry blonde hair that always tended to leave me breathless. It’s wrapped in a French braid with a daisy tucked behind her left ear. She looks younger by nearly twenty years. Her nose and cheeks are dusted with a fine layer of freckles.
I began to giggle like a schoolboy as I remember I once tried to count them. Twenty-three is the highest I got before I found my mouth on hers. And suddenly I have an inappropriate urge to pull her close and continue the kiss in front of God and all the neighbors.
Shortly before I do just that, she vanishes, leaving me standing in the front door alone once more. I look around the hallway and notice it’s fully furnished. There is no dust or decay. The parlor is in perfect condition. Even more shockingly I hear someone playing the piano. It’s Fur Elise and I could recognize that sound anywhere. Lenore was playing it the day she died.
The Turkish rug leading down the hall looks familiar, the pattern of the wolf howling at the moon, the picture of the ship sailing in rough seas. I know it. I walk forward, no longer in control over my own body. Instead, everything begins to flash in front of me like a movie. I see my own hand reach for the gilded door knob. I know on the other side of this door is a set of stairs that leads to the great room.
Still, I don’t remember, I can’t remember. They threaten to come back, but I don’t let them. I don’t want to remember. I’m back. Oh God have mercy on me, I’m back to the day my wife died.
I come to this conclusion even as my own traitorous hand throws wide the hallway door. I fight for control. I do everything in my power to not see. My eyes fling wide and I look to see the back of my sweet Lenore’s head, the damned daisy still perched behind her ear. She’s playing and she doesn’t know I’ve arrived.
I know what is coming but I don’t want to. Yet those damned feet, those mutinous mother fuckers keep pushing me forward. First up one step then two, before I even know it, I’ve scaled half of them. Now I can see her back, she’s in a flowery dress with what looks to be hummingbirds sucking at the honey. Fur Elise is ramping up, and the song is nearing its climax.
And then I see it. Him to be precise. He’s lounging in my chair, drinking my whiskey, with his shirt partially unbuttoned. Rage, white hot fills me once more. I look to the left and then the right, and that’s when I see my cavalry saber hung on the wall for decoration.
I remember the outcome, yet I can’t force myself to let go of its hilt. My hand turns white from grasping it so hard. There’s nothing I can do to lessen my grip. I see myself marching up behind her sword held high in one hand.
Fur Elise climaxes as my arm swings. I strike her left shoulder blade and with a discordant whine the music stops altogether. Inwardly I scream. I curse my God’s damned temper. I watch as she slumps out of her chair.
Without a second glance, I am charging the man just beginning to look up from his comfortable spot in my seat. My blade penetrates his right abdomen, he lets out one shriek before my second swing catches him directly in the throat.
I am appalled at the blood spurting from his nearly decapitated neck. My hands are scarlet, I feel wet stickiness oozing down my face. Yet I can’t control my own limbs as they swing and swing and swing, chopping the man into kindling. I try to close my eyes but they won’t, so I see his hand go flying. I watch as his innards come bubbling out of his abdomen. I split his head like a grape and watch his brain matter leak out of the side of it.
To my dismay, I hear a gurgling sound coming from behind me. I turn knowing what I’ll see but powerless to stop it. I look to see my Lenore’s face towards me trying to speak. Blood bubbles drizzling out of the side of her mouth. I don’t need to hear the words to know what she is trying to say. “Please, no more.”
Pity fills my heart and my own eyes refuse to cry. “Please don’t do this,” I scream at myself in vain. I watch as I slowly move towards my former wife letting the blade carve a wicked groove into the marble floor. With no mercy my arm swings the blade up once then twice then three times, and all goes black.
Finally, I regain control of my limbs and body. I look up to see a vandalized great hall with a nasty groove in the marble floor, and there my chopped wife lying on the floor looking up at me with dead yet still very much alive eyes.
I see the monstrosity of my late wife clamber to her feet. Her left eye slides out of its socket running like egg yolk down her face. Black pustule blood leaks from her wounds. Her right eye locks with mine and in a slobbering wet noise she said, “I will never let you forget what you did here. Jail wasn’t enough for you. You didn’t stay your hand, so even in your Alzheimer’s I won't let you forget. Same time tomorrow, honey?”
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2023.05.28 19:19 Delicious-Shake-9517 It’s been 2 months now since I opened up to my former therapist about my past inappropriate relationship with my teacher at 15, she wanted to report it but I didn’t, I have 0 details of her, where I went to school, and where I was living, and I’m 24 now.

Almost 2 months ago I told my former therapist on the phone about my past inappropriate relationship I had with my teacher at 15, she was trying to report it but I gave 0 details of her, the school I was in , and the city I was living in at that time.
It’s been almost 2 months now since I opened to my therapist about my past inappropriate relationship with my former teacher I had with when I was 15 but I gave no details of her, the school I went, and the city I was living in at the time. I’m 24 now.
Oh, so I’m 24 years old and I live in California and it’s been almost 2 months now since I’ve told my former therapist about my past, and after I told her the story of how everything went down and how everything ended, she was very helpful and got me to understand what it meant and everything else but she did say she was a mandated reporter, and said she would have to report any current sexual abuse going on with a child or an elderly person, or that if I was feeling suicidal and threatening to harm myself or harm others she said she would have to report, but in the middle of our conversation even before our first session on the phone, she didn’t say anything about reporting my past abuse, I clarified that I was 24 and then the next day she texted me trying to ask me for answers and then that’s when she said she was gonna have to make the report within 24 hours, but I refuse to give information, and my therapist kept pressuring me to give her details and everything else but of course I kept refusing because I personally do not want to report it because my teacher no longer works there. I haven’t seen her in almost 10 years now she only worked there for a little while and then she resigned and she told me she was no longer going to be working as a teacher and she moved out of state, but didn’t say where so I don’t even know her whereabouts.
When my therapist texted me, I felt like when she was pressuring me, she was also trying to guilt trip me even though I knew where she was coming from but honestly I forgave my past and I feel no need nor want to report now if she was still working at the school then yes, I would have to report even if I didn’t want to, but at that point, I would have to look out for others. I understand the therapist wanted to help the best she can but at the same time she needed to realize that not everything is in her control but yes, if I was still a minor then that would be a different story. After refusing to get information, that’s when she stop texting me and then three days later she texts me again asking me the same questions and of course I refuse them and everything else and then at that point and she kept going I just about had enough and that’s when I decided to end my sessions with her. After telling her that, I appreciate everything she’s done for me, but I would like to cancel my sessions with her. She far right out agreed and told me to consider them canceled and then she told me to be well and then a few minutes later, she asked me one last question what school did you go to? I didn’t even bother to answer because I’ve already went over this with her so many times so I blocked her number and that was it. It’s been almost 2 months now and I haven’t heard anything out of this and she has not tried to contact in any other way so I have not heard anything out of her ever since I’m still worried if she made the report or not because like I said, I don’t want to report It. I’ve been a little paranoid although it’s been almost 2 months, I’ve been smoking cigarettes, and vaping a lot because of it.
So far no has contacted me to ask me questions about it, or has came to my door to ask me any questions. I talked to my aunt about it recently and she’s a former therapist, she was a therapist for 19 years before she became a caregiver, she said she dealt with someone similar a girl who had an inappropriate relationship with her teacher back in high, my aunt said she was an adult by time she worked with her, my aunt said she couldn’t report it because she only gave his last name and not any other details such as his full identity, where she went to school, and everything else. I’m currently seeing a new therapist whom I like way better than my former one, although I appreciate everything my former therapist was trying to do for me, I felt like she was going outside her work by trying to play detective, and at that point I felt like she was being a vigilante just for how she was acting like a detective instead of helping me. But so far I still have not heard anything of the report, I’ve been looking online to see if the report was made and so far nothing, no one has called me about or came to my door and it’s been almost 2 months now. Should I be worried I really don’t want to dig up my past I just want to move forward with my life. Based off of my research I did, I found that in most cases therapist are not required to report past abuse if their client is now an adult and that the victim will have to report it themselves. I feel no need to report I wish my first therapist would’ve understood that I came in for professional help not to dig up old memories. Should I worry now that is been almost two months? I am working with a new therapist and it took me a week to finally feel comfortable with opening up about my past and telling her what I pretty much told my former therapist but I made it clear to my other therapist that I’m going to leave her name out and I’m not going to give any further details because I just want to put this behind me and move forward, and my therapist asked me “ Are you sure you don’t want me to report it”? And I said “yes I’m sure” and I clarified that she’s no longer working at the school and that she’s no longer working as a teacher so my therapist said “ OK then there really nothing there to report and if you don’t want to report it, I understand. I respect your wishes either way because I’m here to help you get through this. “
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2023.05.28 19:18 Johnwestrick The House on Jackson Street

The House on Jackson Street

By John Westrick
I used to walk with her, now I walk alone. We used to marvel at the beautiful houses together, now I look down at my feet. Each home a grain of salt in the wound, each house a reminder of what I lost. Even though it hurts, I still find myself continuing our walks. Sometimes pain is good. I’d rather feel the pain of her passing, than not feel her at all.
She’s alive when I walk. She’s the shadow that strolls behind. Though I can’t see her, I can feel her. Her presence is like a windbreaker draped across my shoulders in an especially violent storm. The pain isn’t gone but it’s bearable when I’m moving. I can’t speak to her, but she’s there. When I trip over a root, a hand steadies me. When I veer off course, I feel a gentle nudge.
And every day I end up in front of the same house on Jackson Street.
A grand home, at least at one point it must’ve been. The windows are boarded closed. The door is locked. Beware trespasser signs are strewn haphazardly across the tangled mess of the once impressive lawn.
I feel her presence strongest here. It is almost tangible, as if she’s hiding behind a thin curtain. I call to her, yet she never answers. I reach for her, yet I can never lay hands on her. It is here on my journey where my emotions get the best of me. Every day I come, every day I cry.
The neighbors look at me with trepidation, but long gone are my days of caring what others think. I stand there an old man, face in my hands and weep for the woman I lost. Let them think what they want, but my Lenore was worth every tear.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and look up to see the front door of the house swung wide. Light is pouring out of it, and there she is, my Lenore. I rush towards her and the gaping maw, towards the woman I’ve lost. The woman who heard my cries and has returned for me.
As I barrel forward through the brambles and overgrown weeds, I hardly am aware of the scrapes and cuts. Nor does it bother me that I trip over a hidden bottle and go tumbling face first in the dirt. I sling myself forward with the stamina of a much younger man.
And then, I am there standing in touching distance from her. It’s her. She’s got the same strawberry blonde hair that always tended to leave me breathless. It’s wrapped in a French braid with a daisy tucked behind her left ear. She looks younger by nearly twenty years. Her nose and cheeks are dusted with a fine layer of freckles.
I began to giggle like a schoolboy as I remember I once tried to count them. Twenty-three is the highest I got before I found my mouth on hers. And suddenly I have an inappropriate urge to pull her close and continue the kiss in front of God and all the neighbors.
Shortly before I do just that, she vanishes, leaving me standing in the front door alone once more. I look around the hallway and notice it’s fully furnished. There is no dust or decay. The parlor is in perfect condition. Even more shockingly I hear someone playing the piano. It’s Fur Elise and I could recognize that sound anywhere. Lenore was playing it the day she died.
The Turkish rug leading down the hall looks familiar, the pattern of the wolf howling at the moon, the picture of the ship sailing in rough seas. I know it. I walk forward, no longer in control over my own body. Instead, everything begins to flash in front of me like a movie. I see my own hand reach for the gilded door knob. I know on the other side of this door is a set of stairs that leads to the great room.
Still, I don’t remember, I can’t remember. They threaten to come back, but I don’t let them. I don’t want to remember. I’m back. Oh God have mercy on me, I’m back to the day my wife died.
I come to this conclusion even as my own traitorous hand throws wide the hallway door. I fight for control. I do everything in my power to not see. My eyes fling wide and I look to see the back of my sweet Lenore’s head, the damned daisy still perched behind her ear. She’s playing and she doesn’t know I’ve arrived.
I know what is coming but I don’t want to. Yet those damned feet, those mutinous mother fuckers keep pushing me forward. First up one step then two, before I even know it, I’ve scaled half of them. Now I can see her back, she’s in a flowery dress with what looks to be hummingbirds sucking at the honey. Fur Elise is ramping up, and the song is nearing its climax.
And then I see it. Him to be precise. He’s lounging in my chair, drinking my whiskey, with his shirt partially unbuttoned. Rage, white hot fills me once more. I look to the left and then the right, and that’s when I see my cavalry saber hung on the wall for decoration.
I remember the outcome, yet I can’t force myself to let go of its hilt. My hand turns white from grasping it so hard. There’s nothing I can do to lessen my grip. I see myself marching up behind her sword held high in one hand.
Fur Elise climaxes as my arm swings. I strike her left shoulder blade and with a discordant whine the music stops altogether. Inwardly I scream. I curse my God’s damned temper. I watch as she slumps out of her chair.
Without a second glance, I am charging the man just beginning to look up from his comfortable spot in my seat. My blade penetrates his right abdomen, he lets out one shriek before my second swing catches him directly in the throat.
I am appalled at the blood spurting from his nearly decapitated neck. My hands are scarlet, I feel wet stickiness oozing down my face. Yet I can’t control my own limbs as they swing and swing and swing, chopping the man into kindling. I try to close my eyes but they won’t, so I see his hand go flying. I watch as his innards come bubbling out of his abdomen. I split his head like a grape and watch his brain matter leak out of the side of it.
To my dismay, I hear a gurgling sound coming from behind me. I turn knowing what I’ll see but powerless to stop it. I look to see my Lenore’s face towards me trying to speak. Blood bubbles drizzling out of the side of her mouth. I don’t need to hear the words to know what she is trying to say. “Please, no more.”
Pity fills my heart and my own eyes refuse to cry. “Please don’t do this,” I scream at myself in vain. I watch as I slowly move towards my former wife letting the blade carve a wicked groove into the marble floor. With no mercy my arm swings the blade up once then twice then three times, and all goes black.
Finally, I regain control of my limbs and body. I look up to see a vandalized great hall with a nasty groove in the marble floor, and there my chopped wife lying on the floor looking up at me with dead yet still very much alive eyes.
I see the monstrosity of my late wife clamber to her feet. Her left eye slides out of its socket running like egg yolk down her face. Black pustule blood leaks from her wounds. Her right eye locks with mine and in a slobbering wet noise she said, “I will never let you forget what you did here. Jail wasn’t enough for you. You didn’t stay your hand, so even in your Alzheimer’s I won't let you forget. Same time tomorrow, honey?”
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2023.05.28 19:18 AmericanClassic7 51 [M4F] #Lakeland, Florida - HONEST AD: Attractive, right wing, dominant man seeks younger, fit, conservative woman for traditional relationship and marriage

Hi
How are you?
You know how you want to be bowled over and think, whoa, I think I've found my exact match who just fits me so well, it's like we're made for each other?
Yeah, let's find out.
We're not talking perfection or anything, just a really great match that makes our lives seem like our own little Heaven on earth. At least we try and make it that way every day.
With that in mind, here's who I am and what I'm looking for.
Here's what I want in you:
Now, a quick note: I like a woman who shares her ideas and opinions and sees if something holds water when I say what I want done. Not in a sarcastic tone or questioning way, but tactfully and politely. If there's something you wrestle with, let me know. Ask if I've considered this or that, or give me a different perspective to consider. Or just as good, offer an alternative. Say I want to obey you and I will, but would be ok if I... (fill in the blank with your alternative idea) to try and get that same result for you?
Something like that. And if you're the quiet type and just want to obey without much input, I can work with that.
Note: Be willing to talk about sex and answer any number of questions. Ask any you have. Sex is essential in a great marriage, and we need to know if we're compatible with our desires and preferences and what we expect or are looking for. If you're less experienced or a virgin, no worries. There are still things to talk about.
This is getting long and you're not reading fast enough.
You should already be thinking of what you're going to say to me and stand out from the other women.
Hints: I love honesty. It's essential to me. I love longer replies (not just the first ones, but any). Not every one has to be some mini-novel but you get what I'm saying. I love details. I mean, I don't need the "I had this sandwich at 12:32 and it didn't sit well with me, and my boss has this habit where he walks the hall and I keep my door partially open so..."
More like you just fill me in who you are, what you believe, what you like or love, what you want in relationships, anything. "I love swimming, I try to go 2-3 times a week and mountain biking is almost my thing. I went on this trail the other day and it was..."
Or "OMG you described me to a T. You mentioned being obedient and loving to serve my man and I'm like, hey, if he only knew! I'm throwing up a hand here and making my way to the front of the line so you notice me because (fill in the blank with things you love to do)
OR the super honest route:
"You know what, there are prettier girls (I'm doing ok in that area, though ;) and I don't have all of what you're looking for but I do have (list the things you have) and most would probably win if you compared us in some of the things you listed, but I can say that no one will outwork me, no other woman will be as committed to you, or do her best to make your life better in whatever way I can, or love you like crazy (we'll get there) or not let myself go and try and look good. Those things I can control. So if you're looking for an "average" girl but who can offer extraordinary in some ways, and treat you like a king, you may want to write me back. We could have the best relationship!"
You get the idea.
I work odd hours sometimes.
So if you write me (and you should), don't disappear if you don't hear from me right away, or even in a few hours. I will find you. I will write and we'll begin our first chapter in what is hopefully, a wonderful romance that fills us with joy, love, happiness and a peace because we've found that right match for us.
Message or chat. Hit that button and tell me about you. Age and location and anything you want to share. Be willing to trade pics very soon.
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2023.05.28 19:18 princesswiftie Is my progesterone too high?

Hi all, just found out I’m pregnant and I’ll be 5 weeks on Tuesday! Is my progesterone of 76 ng/ml too high for where I’m at? My lab gives a 1st trimester range of 41-34 but other sources on google say 11.2-90? First two hcg’s have doubled well so far. I’m so anxious, we’ve been waiting so long for this 😭🙏❤️
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2023.05.28 19:17 S627 Tholian build and event set

So I'm still a few days away from unlocking the new event set but it does seem like a fun gimmick I wanna try and add to my for fun Tholian themed Tarantula build. It is just for fun, not high spec or anything hence why it's light on details, but I still wanna be a little efficient with it so wondering if I can get some advice on what to swap out, thanks.

Ship Loadout: Tholian Tarantula Dreadnought Cruiser

Slot  Item 
Fore Weapon 1  Hyper-Dual Refracting Tetryon Beam Bank  
Fore Weapon 2  Refracting Tetryon Beam Array 
Fore Weapon 3  Thermionic Torpedo Launcher 
Fore Weapon 4  Refracting Tetryon Beam Array 
   
Aft Weapon 1  Omni-Directional Antichroniton Infused Tetryon Beam Array  
Aft Weapon 2  Refracting Tetryon Beam Array 
Aft Weapon 3  Nukara Web Mine Launcher  
Aft Weapon 4  Refracting Tetryon Beam Array 
   
Deflector  [Nukara Deflector Array ]() Mk XV Ultra Rare 
Impulse Engines  [Nukara Impulse Engines ]() Mk XV Ultra Rare 
Warp Core  Temporal Phase Mk XV Very Rare 
Shields  [Nukara Crystalline Resilient Shields ]() Mk XV Ultra Rare 
   
4 Engineering Consoles  Console - Universal - Tholian Web Cannon 
  Console - Engineering - Neutronium Alloy Mk XIV 
  Console - Engineering - Trellium-D Plating 
  Console - Universal - Enhanced Tholian Web Generator 
   
3 Science Consoles  Console - Science - Temporal Disentanglement Suite Mk XV 
  Console - Universal - Enhanced Tholian Tetryon Grid 
  Console - Universal - Nukara Particle Converter 
   
4 Tactical Consoles  Console - Tactical - Tetryon Pulse Generator 
  Console - Universal - Tholian Webspinner Array 
  Console - Tactical - Vulnerability Locator 
  Console - Universal - Sticky Web 
T6-X Universal Console  Console - Universal - Troyius Protocol 
   
did I do this right? First time posting a build on here. Also it doesn't HAVE to be the tarantula if you think one of the other Tholian ships would be better.
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2023.05.28 19:17 Bruins15_ Am I depressed?

I’m 19M, who lives in what I think of as a “happy” household.
Anyway, recently my girlfriend of 4 years who I spent all of high school with and some time before that, broke up with me because I had a very tough time expressing how I was feeling or what was on my mind etc, etc… (there’s obviously more to it, I’m just summing it up). I been absolutely devastated and just broken all together. I’ve been slowly starting to talk to people about how I’ve been feeling and it got me wondering if I’m showing moderate signs of depression.
But putting the break up aside, this is how I’ve been feeling before:
So I’d say maybe 2-4 months before we broke up, I had very little to no appetite for no reason. I typically get all my meals in and sometimes more. But since then, I’ve just had no appetite at all. I’m basically eating because I know I have to, and sometimes I get sick because of that.
Sometimes I feel nothing. No emotion, not happy, nor sad. Just nothing. I’m not sure how else I could explain it other than that.
I’ve been very irritated, very snappy at people. Even when they’re are just trying to say something as simple as “hi”.
Furthering on that point, I just don’t feel like talking to anyone in general. It’s almost as if I don’t have the energy to talk to any other human. I’ve only really had the energy to work, because I have to then go home.
Sometimes my friends have to do a lot of convincing to make me do things that’s I’ve always loved doing. I just don’t feel like doing stuff as much.
No suicidal thoughts or anything like that.
I just know the breakup has added a lot of weight on me and just made me really think about how I’ve been feeling mentally in the past. Also, a concern to me is that my parents might over worry if they hear the word “depression” come out of my mouth. And I really just don’t know if I’m overthinking about myself and I’m fine. I’m just pretty lost to what to think in general right now.
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2023.05.28 19:17 yfaphi Lining for Polyester Taffeta

Hey folks! Looking to get an opinion here :) I’m making a variation of this dress to fit some wonky body proportions and bust needs, and I’m planning on using a poly taffeta for the outer fabric, but I’ll be wearing this at the HEIGHT of summer and don’t necessarily want to be in full polyester.
Would it be crazy to use cotton for the lining? I need to bone the lining like crazy, so I need something sturdy, but I want to be somewhat breathable and (tmi) sweat wicking/absorbing as well. My thought would be a sturdy cotton shirting or even a sturdier linen fabric, but this is the first time I’m making a highly structured warm weather dress, so I’m a little nervous.
Thanks for any insight you have!
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2023.05.28 19:16 Embarrassed-Dig-5289 How do I switch into a Secondary Education from Engineering?

I started out in Engineering during my First year, and quickly realized that I absolutely hated it. I worked as a teacher at a community centre for majority of this year, and realized that teaching is the best career based on my actual interests and passions. I now want to switch into Secondary Education - major in Social Studies and minor in either ESL, General Sciences, or Physical Sciences.
Since I can’t apply into Education now, I’m planning to switch into Arts (sociology major for now), and take the required courses until I can finally apply into Education, and officially start in Fall 2024. However, I don’t know how to go about it, aka if this is even possible or a good plan. So I have a few questions I would really appreciate getting an answer on:
Which courses do I take?
Should I take major related courses or try to take the required education courses next year (if that is even possible)??
How many extra years of schooling would I need to complete my degree since I’ve already wasted a year?
If I took ANTHR150 this winter, could that count towards credits in both my major AND minor, or only one?
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2023.05.28 19:16 incyweb My 5 Habits for Change

Whoever suggested children need a good grounding in the three Rs (Reading, Writing and Arithmetic) had an ironic sense of humour. Nonetheless, they were right. At school, I struggled with reading and writing, but was pretty good at arithmetic. I wanted to study Maths at university and, for that, most required GCSE English Language. I sat my English exam a year late, due to an admin mix up, and failed it. However, I did go on to get a degree in Maths and Computing. In my 30s, I decided to address my communication shortcomings. I started reading books, writing much more and presenting in meetings and other forums. While I did not label it as such, I had established a habit for change.
Kevin Kelly (Wired Founding Editor) suggests that, Good habits ensure we make progress on our bad days. Habits eliminate self‐negotiation. Here are five habits for change proposed by Kevin that I follow:
  1. 15 minutes per day improvement
  2. Rewrite, rewrite, rewrite
  3. Imperfect deadline
  4. Work hard, rest hard
  5. Choose change

Habit 1: 15 minutes per day improvement

Compound interest is the most powerful force in the universe. - Albert Einstein
Spend 15 minutes per day (1%) improving how we do our thing. Study, experiment or refine a process so we are a bit better every day. From an unpromising childhood, I now love reading and write for at least 15 minutes per day.If we improve 1% daily then we will be 37 times better by the end of the year. Small changes matter little in the near term, but can make a huge difference in the long term.

Habit 2: Rewrite, rewrite, rewrite

If failure is not an option then neither is success. - Seth Godin
Kevin Kelly suggests, After you've completed your first draft, redo it from memory to see if better ideas find their way to the page. To make something good, just do it. To make something great, just redo it, redo it, redo it. I don’t rewrite my blog post from memory, but I do put a rough draft together then after a few days rewrite, cut and refine. 100 Ways to Improve Your Writing book by Gary Provost is a gem and includes 12 ways to avoid making your reader hate you.

Habit 3: Imperfect deadline

I set and try to keep to a tight deadline for things I care about and want to progress. As a critical foundation for my mobile game, Scarper, I am building a database. I have given myself three days to complete the first version. This deadline will force me to make progress. Imperfect, but progress.

Habit 4: Work hard, rest hard

Forty-hour workweeks are a relic of the Industrial Age. Knowledge workers function like athletes: train and sprint then rest and reassess. - Naval Ravikant
I work in sprints, some short, e.g. 40 minutes, and others longer, e.g. a few hours. At the end of each sprint I take a break, to rest my eyes and re-energise. At the end of each working day I go for a good walk. I find this mix of focus and relaxation works well for me.

Habit 5: Choose change

Kevin Kelly suggests, When faced with a difficult decision, take the path that produces the most change. Change is the catalyst for personal and professional growth. Increasingly, technology allows me to learn new things and work anywhere. I love exploring new technologies and plan to revolutionise meetings using AI. As Chris Dixon suggests, The next big thing will start out looking like a toy. I’m excited to see what new toys I can play with next.

Other resources

As Kevin Kelly says, Habit is far more dependable than inspiration.Have fun.Phil…
A Bit Gamey
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2023.05.28 19:16 Miatrump123 iPoGo - The Best #1 Advanced Spoofing App

iPoGo - The Best #1 Advanced Spoofing App
In Pokémon Go, trainers constantly look for ways to enhance their gaming experience. One popular method is GPS spoofing, which allows players to simulate their location and access different regions without physically being there. Among the various spoofing apps available, iPoGo has emerged as the leading choice for trainers seeking advanced features and a seamless user experience. In this article, we will explore the features, advantages, safety considerations, and how to use iPoGo and compare it with other spoofing apps.

iPoGo

What is iPoGo?

iPoGo is an advanced GPS spoofing app designed specifically for Pokémon Go players. It offers a range of features that enhance gameplay, including location spoofing, joystick control, enhanced throw accuracy, IV stats scanning, and more. Unlike other spoofing apps, iPoGo is highly user-friendly, making it accessible to trainers of all skill levels.

Features of iPoGo

  • Location Spoofing: iPoGo allows trainers to simulate their location and explore different regions, giving them access to rare Pokémon, gyms, and PokéStops that may not be available in their area.
  • Joystick Control: With iPoGo's joystick feature, trainers can easily navigate the Pokémon Go map and precisely move around their desired location.
  • Enhanced Throw Accuracy: iPoGo offers a unique feature that enhances throw accuracy, increasing the chances of capturing Pokémon on the first attempt.
  • IV Stats Scanning: Trainers can quickly scan and analyze the individual values (IVs) of their Pokémon using iPoGo, allowing them to identify their strengths and weaknesses.
  • Auto-Walking: iPoGo's auto-walking feature saves trainers from physically moving by automatically walking their avatar, helping them hatch eggs and collect rewards effortlessly.

How to Use iPoGo

Using iPoGo is straightforward and doesn't require advanced technical skills. Here's a step-by-step guide to getting started,
  • Download iPoGo: Visit the official website or trusted app store to download the iPoGo app on your device.
  • Install iPoGo: Follow the instructions and grant the necessary permissions when prompted.
  • Configure iPoGo: Launch the app and customize your settings, including preferred spoofing locations and joystick control options.
  • Start Spoofing: Once configured, activate the spoofing feature and enjoy Pokémon Go from different virtual locations.

Advantages of iPoGo

iPoGo offers several advantages over other spoofing apps,
  • User-Friendly Interface: iPoGo's intuitive interface ensures trainers can easily navigate and utilize its features without confusion.
  • Regular Updates: The iPoGo team is dedicated to providing regular updates, ensuring compatibility with the latest Pokémon Go versions, and adding new features to enhance gameplay.
  • Stability and Reliability: iPoGo is known for its stability and Reliability, minimizing crashes or glitches that could disrupt the gaming experience.
  • Community Support: The iPoGo community is active and supportive, with trainers sharing tips, tricks, and information to maximize the app's benefits.

Safety Considerations

While iPoGo offers exciting features, it's essential to consider safety precautions to avoid potential risks,
  • Respect Terms of Service: Pokémon Go's terms of service prohibit using GPS spoofing apps. Trainers should be aware of the risks of using such apps and accept responsibility for any consequences.
  • Use Alternate Accounts: To minimize the impact on your primary Pokémon Go account, use iPoGo with an alternate account instead.

Comparison with Other Spoofing Apps

IPoGo stands out for its advanced features, user-friendliness, and regular updates compared to other spoofing apps. However, before deciding, trainers should research and evaluate different options based on their specific needs and preferences.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Is iPoGo available for both iOS and Android devices?
Yes, iPoGo supports both iOS and Android devices.
Can using iPoGo lead to a ban in Pokémon Go?
While spoofing apps like iPoGo violate Pokémon Go's terms of service, there is a risk of account suspension or banning. Trainers should use such apps at their discretion.
Are there any subscription fees for iPoGo?
iPoGo offers both free and premium versions. The premium version provides additional features and may require a subscription fee.
Can iPoGo be used without jailbreaking or rooting the device?
Yes, iPoGo can be used without jailbreaking iOS devices or rooting Android devices, making it accessible to a wider user base.
Is iPoGo safe to download and use?
While iPoGo is generally considered safe, it's important to download the app from official sources and exercise caution to avoid potential security risks.

Conclusion

iPoGo has established itself as the leading advanced spoofing app for Pokémon Go players. Its extensive features, user-friendly interface, and regular updates make it a top choice for trainers seeking an enhanced gaming experience. However, trainers should know the associated risks and follow safety guidelines to mitigate potential consequences. Remember always to respect the terms of service of Pokémon Go and use spoofing apps responsibly.
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2023.05.28 19:16 SepticSauces Trouble Maker: Nightmares & Visas! [10]

A special thank you to the amazing u/SpacePaladin15 for this fun world.
A thank you u/ImaginationSea3679 y u/Acceptable_Egg5560 for helping me with plot stuff.
Sunday Time! Two chapters in one today!
[Prologue][Previous][Next]
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Memory Transcription Subject: Extermination Officer Tova
Date [standardized human time]: August 24rd, 2136, Late first claw
“Dad!?”
My shout was barely loud enough to go over the noise of blaring klaxons. I skipped alongside my father, his paws clasped around mine as he tried to pull me down the hall.
“Not much farther, Tova. Your mother’s waiting for us at the brid-” A panicking venlil stormed right through the hallway, sprinting right between my father and I, sending all three of us sprawling out onto the ground! The rude man didn’t even stop to help us back up, running a stampede right back through the swarming venlil!
“RUN! RUN! THEY’RE COMING! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!! I DON’T WANNA DIE!!”
Of course, he wasn’t the only one shouting; a mother crying for her pups, venlil screaming in panic, and the cries of pain: Many venlil having been trampled in the mad dash in random directions! The general fear was merely feeding into a grander self-fueling cycle of panic!
“My arm hurts,” I whine, watching my father spring up from his fallen position. He is barely able to move before the entire ship’s hull lurches to one side, sending most venlil careening into one of the walls, but thankfully for me, the impact wasn’t hard enough to break any of my bones. My father wasn’t so lucky, clutching one of his legs with a tight grasp, and letting out a pained whimper. “Splesh…” He groaned out, grabbing tight for a brief second before correcting himself. “Gah, sorry, shouldn’t have said that in front of you.” He chuckles aloud despite the pain and does well to maintain a cool and collected gaze.
I didn’t really care if my father had said a naughty word. I was more worried about the crooked state of his leg. It was bent at an old angle, and one part that was normally straight, his upper thigh, was actually bent as well.
It looks awful!
I crawled my way over to him as quickly as I can, wrapping my two paws around his wrists. “C’mon, we need to hurry! Please get up!” I tried to tug my father up onto his paws, but due to my smaller size, I wasn’t able to be of much assistance. “Come on, Dad!”
I try again to lift my father up but to no avail. The middle-aged venlil merely hobbles one step before collapsing back onto the ground. The other venlil all begin to stand up and swarm past us. I am thankful that they don’t manage to accidentally trample us beneath their paws.
“Come on, Father! It isn’t that much farther, just about fifteen more tails or so, and we’ll be safe with Mom!” My voice breaks as it raises in pitch, crying out in anguish and desperation! I give one last firm tug to my dad’s wrists, but instead of pulling the man upwards. He gives me a small shove, sending me falling down onto my hindquarters.
The sound of more screaming venlil fills the corridor as the taint makes itself known. A brief exchange of plasma fire is heard beyond the wall, but other than that, I could only discern the fact that the arxur have boarded.
“Go! Your mother can take care of you. She’s a good woman. Just go!”
I turn tail and make a mad dash with the rest of the venlil toward the bridge’s doors, stopping to look over my shoulder upon reaching the giant mechanical doorway, peering through the now-closed window.
Arxur by this point have begun to make themselves known, coming around the corner with speed! They don’t waste any time, jumping upon downed and injured venlil, and chomping down upon limbs and arms.
Their screams fill the hallway and leak into the bridge…
My father, despite his injury, reaches for a knife he likes to carry on himself, and readies the blade, waiting for the first Arxur to approach. He doesn’t have to wait long, for one is already barreling down onto him. Its massive jaws opening wide!
“Tova!? Tova! Tova!”
And within a moment, I am jolted from my nightmarish slumber by Quilix’s paws shaking my chest. He had a tight grip on my short wool, grabbing on firmly. I could feel his grip ease up the second he noticed an eye looking back up at him. “Y-you were screaming, so I… I figured I’d… I’d check up on you.”
The small and white venlil looked like he was on the brink of crying: Tears were coating the undersides of his eyes, which appeared to be puffy and orange. I was so enthralled with my nightmare - I haven’t had nightmares in years: Not one since I have been around Quilix, that I hadn’t remembered the past two paws very well, but when I did, I placed a paw against Quilix and gave the male a weak shove, pushing him off of me with ease. “Don’t touch me, I still have not forgotten what you have done.” I take a moment to adjust my messy wool. Quilix does the same, taking a moment to adjust the scraggly mess it had become within a mere two paws.
He still appeared to be taking care of himself, at least. I couldn’t say the same for myself. Normally, I’d take a shower after grueling work claws because I often got some grease or oil in my fur, but the past two paws had left me feeling ragged.
He nods to my words. “You should take a shower, my beautiful-” - “Don’t tell me what to do.”
The sharp, bluntness within my tone cuts down whatever Quilix was going to say. He lowered his head and tail before sheepishly walking out of the room. A part of me wanted to feel bad about seeing my mate like that, but I struggled to find that empathetic bone within me. It just wasn’t easy to take his words with any meaning after having that whole fiasco dropped on my head!
The insincere guile of hiding everything from me! Then he feels bad when I learn about it!?
It actually takes some effort on my part to not slam the door when I walk into the bathroom. I waste no time turning on the water to its hottest setting and slide back over the mirror. I stare at my reflection, loathing the mess that I appear to be; split ends, unregulated wool, drooping eyes, grease stains, and oil stains that have gone uncleaned. I felt like an idiot for not taking that one shower when Arwen was still sleeping.
Why does Arwen want Quilix and I to get back together so quickly? Is this a human thing?
I briefly pause, remembering something.
I mean, it isn’t like I could break up with Quilix. My mother would kill me, and I am fairly positive Quilix’s parents would do the same.
I should have just gone with Pasala to have my mind fixed. I spehing hate this. I thought my nightmares were over with… I’m not deserving of this second chance with Arwen.
I briefly rub my tearing eyes with my paws, wiping away the dampness that had built up underneath my two eyes. I take a moment to adjust myself, scratching a few itches and doing a bit more rubbing, and then finally hop into the hot water.
My muscles and mind relax under the pouring stream for a few minutes, letting it clear my mind and thoughts away like that of a morning’s rain. Then I go through the routine of shampooing, conditioning, and cleaning out all the nooks and crannies between my paws, ears, tail, and so forth.
Eventually, I turn off the shower and finish up with the rest of my cycle; drying, brushing my teeth and brushing my wool until it’s smoothed down. Finally, I walk out and head down to our living room. I may have not eaten over the past few claws, and I can feel myself grow famished.
When I enter the living room, I take note of the fact that Quilix is reading on his tablet. Something I seldom see the small male do. Normally, he does all of his reading and writing for his books on his main computer, which he has stored away in his office, so this was quite new to me.
His expression quickly shifts the second he sees me: ears perk up highly and his tail wags against the couch, but the expression is fleeting, falling not even a moment later, for he quickly notices my sour gaze landing right back on him.
Regardless of my disappointment, I still couldn’t keep my curiosity at bay. “What are you reading?”
My belated curiosity was enough for the male to perk right back up with a hopeful ear flick. “Well, Arwen and Trivi sent us instructions on what we should say when we go to acquire our visas to Earth, and what not to say to the humans. We’d probably get in trouble, but I’d be worried more about Arwen.”
“Just forward it to my tablet and I will read it later. I’m hungry.”
“You don’t want to read it with me?” His hopeful tone tugged at my heartstrings.
“No, I said I am hungry!” And like that, he was crushed right back down.
A part of me actually did want to read it with him. He was still my mate after the fact, but that was a very small part of me. I was still upset, angry, livid, even! I was also very, very hungry.
With another annoyed tail flick, I moved my way to the kitchen and fixed myself a snack, eating it at the dining room table. Quilix continued to look at me, holding out that I would join him on the couch, but once again, I would dip back to my room to retrieve my tablet, opening up the message from Arwen and Trivi.
Hello Quilix and Tova,
There’s been a small change of plans, but I won’t tell you the little details. What I do want to tell you is what you should and shouldn’t mention to the UN visa agent that came to Venlil Prime. Firstly, don’t mention the ranch, for obvious reasons…
If I were you, I’d talk about your passions, and claim that I mentioned one of them. I do recall hearing something about you liking swords, right?
I do like swords… How does Arwen know that?
Well, you could talk about some old medieval museums: St. Fagans is a good one to talk about. I’ve actually been there, but only because my father was a bit of a history buff. Hah! They have some swords on display and a really, really old sword. It’s about 1.45 Tails [870 millimeters] if I remember correctly. I figured you’d like to see it.
Wait, aren’t we supposed to be treated like cattle? Was that the change of plans? Oh… Yeah, forgot about needing to sneak through.
For Quilix, there are plenty of art museums, more so than medieval-based Museums, so I am pretty sure we can find something for him as well. Anyways, I will see you later. I assume the twenty-eighth? That will be roughly four paws from now. I do suggest you get your visas, it might be a day, or not…
I finally close my tablet, having finished the message. I sat there for a couple of minutes to process what I have been told. My mind wandering back and forth in trying to decipher if Arwen changed her mind, was toying with us, or was purely trying to sneak us back to Earth under a more wholesome-sounding guise.
I only knew her for about half a paw, and within that half-paw, it was mostly filled with that massage and poem reading, so really, I didn’t even know her at all, and she still wanted to go through with this!?
Either she really wants clothes made from our wool or actually is extremely serious about forgiveness. I think… I think I am leaning toward the latter. Could also be humiliation… Wait, didn’t she agree to Quilix’s original plan…
OH BY THE SPElSHING STARS!
I calmed down rather quickly at the small realization. Arwen was probably angry and just suggested that on a moment’s notice. She probably wasn’t thinking straight and said something somewhat stupid. That’s all.
That’s what I told myself.
I hopped up from my bed, leaving my tablet behind, and walked back into the living room. Quilix was still sitting on the couch, but staring blankly at the wall. “Not going to draw or write?”
Quilix had a way of getting everyone to feel bad for him, and it wasn’t even purposeful to my knowledge. He was just so small and helpless, so when his mood shot down the drain, it was like looking at an unhappy child. His tail was limp and he had a general malaise over his posture: body laying flat across the couch with the tablet screen down on his chest. “Don’t feel like it.”
Even his tone was lower and slower than its normal high and fast pitch.
Ugh… I don’t want to deal with him.
Despite my inner thoughts, I remember what Arwen asked of us. I really didn’t want to put up with my mate, but it was probably the right thing to do.
Or at least I hope it is the right thing to do.
Memory Transcription Subject: Extermination Officer Tova
Date [standardized human time]: August 24rd, 2136, Early second claw
It wasn’t a long drive down to the UN’s little building, but it really was an awkward one. Quilix and I sat in relative silence, unsure of how to start any conversation. It made me wonder how humans dealt with mate infidelity.
Do they force the pair to stay together, or do they just split up?
I knew that splitting up wasn’t really even an option. We had both of our parents’ blessings. My mother would be displeased if we split up, and she’d probably be angry if I did: Our vyalkit was made from not just my and Quilix’s wool, but also our parents, and their parents, and then their parent’s parents! My side was almost touching sixty-three generations, and Quilix was thirty-two. To break apart would be to desecrate multiple generations of honor-bound loyalty! How could Quilix do such a thing!?
It was nearly impossible to keep myself from crying in the car, keeping myself calm with cool and steady breaths, but with every thought that came roaring through. I worried that I would burst like an over-pressured levee.
Am I, not enough?
Does he not trust me?
How would he have acted if I had done the same?
Those thoughts rattled around in my mind due to my inability to distract myself.
Quilix was unusually quieter than normal, and for a moment I caught myself hoping he’d hum a melodic tune, but no sound came from him, causing the car ride to be unnaturally quiet.
No poems read.
No songs sang.
No conversations pulled.
This car ride practically resembled our horribly damaged relationship; empty, degraded, and silent. Though to be fair, Quilix had tried a couple of times to bridge the gap, and I just wasn’t receptive. I thought about speaking several times to alleviate us of this awkwardness, but every time I tried to speak, I remembered what I did to Arwen, or what Quilix had done to me, and with a pain in my chest. I remain quiet. Thankfully, the drive comes to an end.
“Ah, welcome to the UN embassy. You must be Tova and Quilix, right?” A human with remarkably dark skin of brown coloration greeted us at the door. He didn’t have any hair on his head like any of the humans I have seen but sported hair along his jawline. A mask covered the rest of his face.
Quilix and I both nodded.
“My name is Davian Karslon, it is a pleasure to meet you. I will have you know that I got your message. Now, if you would accompany me inside.” He gestured for us to come inside.
Quilix and I followed the big, human down a few hallways before inevitably entering a small office. He beckoned us to sit down, seating himself behind a wooden desk that looked like it was just placed down within the last day.
It probably was.
“I’m a bit shocked that we already have venlil applying for a visa, and you two in particular.” The male clasped his hands in front of his stomach, leaning back in his chair.
I wasn’t expecting an interrogation! I was expecting them to be like “Oh? A venlil wants to go to Earth!? We must be making good impressions!” Speh, what did Arwen want us to say?
“Arwen suggested we can learn more about humans if we come visit her at her home. She mentioned lots of things regarding museums, and as you know, I am a poet, an artist, and a writer. Now, I am no fool, for I know you humans didn’t show us all you had done within the last few millennia. You avoid things like meat eating for our sake, and showed us the book Frankenstein, which while simple, still had a good sense of morals: Don’t judge someone based on their appearance. I wish to learn more, and I can’t do that here. I’ve already read most if not all of the books you have given us that weren’t pups’ books.” Quilix came to my rescue, for I was on the edge of having a nervous breakdown, but him speaking allowed my thoughts to coalesce.
“Marvelous, it seems someone here loves literature to quite the great degree!” Even with the mask on, I could feel the human’s gaze shift onto me. I do my best not to flinch under the hidden, but binocular gaze.
“I uh… Arwen- Well, you see the federation isn’t really fond of things I like, and Arwen told me that there are things on Earth that I can’t find on Venlil Prime, The Cradle, or Nishtal…”
“And those things are?”
I take a deep breath. “Swords.”
“Swords?” Davian repeated. “Elucidate me.”
“I’m pretty sure you see a lack of swords, right? Well, that’s because we stopped making them because they were predatory, so now they pretty much don’t exist. However, I now own my great, great, great…” I waved a paw for emphasis, “Grandfather’s sword. The only other people that know are Quilix, Pasala, and my mother, but that’s because they like me, and a couple fellow exterminators. I… want to look at more swords and donate mine, because, unlike my father. I don’t know how to take care of it. I have instructions to take care of it, and I can read it, but I don’t want to risk damaging something of such importance to me. The most I have done is clean the blade.”
“I see, and how old is this sword? What’s it made out of? How big is it?”
I take a moment to think, counting back over the number of generations the sword has been within my family. “It was pre-federation contact and for about thirty generations, so roughly eight-hundred years?” “EIGHT-HUNDRED YEARS!?”
The man’s booming voice caused Quilix and I to recoil back in shock. Thankfully, nothing happens.
“What the hell is that thing made out of!?”
“I don’t know!”
Thankfully, that answer seems to appease the man. He relaxes right back into his chair as if he had never shouted. “Sorry, that’s such a long time for a blade.”
All I can do is shrug in agreement. “Anyways, it’s about just more than one tail [twenty-four inches] in length, so I have it stored in a chest at home. Used to have it in my office, but I didn’t want anyone seeing it after a while.”
Davian clicked his tongue against the inside of his cheek a few times, thinking up his response. “That’s all wonderful to hear. I’m quite surprised.”
Yes!
“But,”
No!
“I heard from one of your fellow Exterminators that you two had a bit of an altercation. Any reason why that was filed?”
Speh! Speh! Speh! I don’t know how to respond to that!
“Well, you see, Arwen arrived early two paws ago, and well, Tova walked in on Arwen and I snuggling on the couch, and mistook that as flirtation. The miscommunication has since been cleared up.”
If it weren’t for Quilix’s ears and tail giving him away like the fibber he was. I would have been caught off guard by such a lie! He never was a good liar. Actually, he was still a poor liar.
“I see,” the human nodded to Quilix’s answer. “Well, it was pleasant to meet you two. I will go check with my agent and see if I can get your stuff sorted. Again, it was pleasant to meet you two.”
Wait, that worked?
Well, with that out of the way. That just left introducing the idea to our parents… Scorch it, I just hope they don’t kill us.
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[Prologue][Previous][Next]
Heavily inspired by the likes of…
Pack Bonding
Foundations of Humanity
Mixed Signals (NSFW)
And I snuck in some lingo from Nature of Humanity
Don't Look A Human In The Eye
I highly suggest you check them out!!
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2023.05.28 19:16 CauseIllustrious9701 What cognitive functions have I used while writing this? (This is for Enneagram)

How I relate (or don't relate) to all types
  1. I tend to find corrections for things, and when I feel triggered by something, I may find ways on how to improve things. It's almost a natural tendency. I see a typo, I correct it in my head. I see that the menu in a restaurant is poorly designed, I propose ideas for improvement. I really fear being a bad person so I have to approach sensitive situations in a proper manner, or I may regret it after many years, as I tend to remember every bad experience, and I often end up regretting because I'm not careful enough. Much of my anger is internalized and while I don't appear critical from outside, I'm very self-critical, mainly because I see myself as rather flawed and everyone else is better than me. If I make a mistake, depending on the mistake, I may calmly fix it in one go, try to get over it by myself, or feel like a horrible person because of what I have done in the outer world. At my worst, I tend to see myself as flawed, defective, dysfunctional, and possibly mentally ill. At my best, I become more joyful, productive, and independent. I relate to the SP variant of 1 the most. I am not much of a hard worker, as I play hard, but I have some OCD-like tendencies such as checking to ensure everything is OK, and ruminating to find solutions because if I don't fret, I may easily forget and the problems will eventually find me harshly. That's why I'm so insecure because of my forgetfulness of important stuff. Writing down my worries has started helping me but I'm doing such a disgrace to myself because I really appear outwardly anxious, and everyone will be repulsed by that trait alone even if I have 50 desirable traits. I really need to practice self-compassion.
  2. This isn't one of the types I consider myself, but I may really appear like a type 2 from an outside observer. I really care about being well-liked, and I would hate to be the one who is globally disliked. I am not really proactive when it comes to helping others but when there's an help request, I may reluctantly take the opportunity to help the other person because it's the good thing to do. Not helping may cause conflict and as a result, feeling defective and anxious. I am almost never seen as manipulative or possesive though so 2 (and 8) are not the types which I regularly consider. Relationships are important but it wasn't my main focus throughout my life as I was more directed towards curiosity and intellectual interests rather than people and relationships, and I pride myself on my individualism.
  3. One of my biggest fears is being seen my others as a loser, and seeing myself as a worthless loser as well. I'm not really proactive and single-minded when it comes to being goal-oriented but I have my moments when I was more goal-oriented and accomplishing instead of just drifting, I feel happier and more productive. I care about external image but I may be forgetful about actually maintaining it, prefering to spontaneously adapt it instead. I may care a lot about social status, so I end up forgetting what is actually good for me, and whether or not I should actually pursue such popularity or success. I may be blinded by the prestige and fame as a result, and I end up feeling ashamed and dissatisfied with my own position even if I am just as accomplished, the grass is always greener on the other side. I care a lot about self-improvement and being the best version of myself, and I do the same thing for others. At my worst, I can really envy others and see everyone as high-class entrepreneur while myself as a village idiot who is completely defeated in life. Considering my ideal self, I become more competitive with myself and less with others, and I highly appreciate others' successes. I haven’t really considered myself as showy, and I can sometimes be too humble, but I can be rather showy when I’m trying to “prove” something or when I want ot appear cooler.
  4. I am preoccupied with my identity and my flaws almost every day, to the point that I considered depression but it’s not the case. I have alwasy felt like I was less capable than others, so I felt different from others. Maybe because of my shorter height (which is just average actually) and I romanticise being tall so much that I have considered height surgery. I really envy others who seem to have an easier life because of their height, personality, status, location, or successes. I have even envied others who are not inhaling tobacco smoke as if second-hand smoking makes you inferior to others, mainly because of health risks. When I see heart disease statistics, I may envy others who don't need to worry about heart disease as much as I do because of unchangeable correlations, but I noticed that it's just hypochondria. I don't try to make others suffer but I really make myself suffer. I am utterly obsessed with enneagram/MBTI because I want to relate my identity in a bite-sized form and I also want to improve myself, and have fun relating to memes but I just can't seem to find my own type because I fit into basically everything, or nothing. I don't emphasize melancholy purposefully, but I really see myself as a melancholic old soul even if others disagree with my perception entirely. I think I relate to 6 more than 4 but SP 4 is still possible.
  5. Throughout my life, I struggled with feeling less capable and more inept than others even if proven otherwise, mainly physical abilities, so I enjoyed PE classes more when I can be free to do whatever I want instead of playing a team sport. I really enjoy calisthenics and swimming as forms of exercise to improve myself, my health, my self-image, and to fight my negative emotions. I wasn't very talkative because I simply didn't find the right place for conversation during middle school. I was also bullied so that's why I felt weak and insignificant, which it added up to my low self-esteem. I have seeked information and saw it as more important than my physical needs, and I remember reading a science magazine and getting off the table ot read more and when my mouth is empty, I eat again. My interests may have been impractical but also very interesting. I became more talkative, social, and expressive over time but I'm still prizing individuality and independence. I really liked my alone time, sometimes more than socializing, so I may sometimes feel superior to others who don't really like alone time at all. I guess I have gathered information because 1- it's interesting, fun, and I love trying new things, and 2- I felt the need to feel more capable, if I can't be physically capable, then I'll invest in my brain instead. (which is actually fading and nowadays, I really value physical activity and sports, though it's still brain over brawn but more like having both)
  6. I have felt like I'm a rather weak person because of my height, getting bullied, and many other factors. I was always safety-conscious but I'm combating this tendency by seeking new risks. I definitely wasn't the person who had done too many dangerous things but I have to admit that I have done them more than I initially thought. I tend to appear outwardly anxious but I hide my anxiety as much as possible to appear more desirable and approachable, but it just makes me more anxious until I actually appear outwardly anxious. I have always tried to find new ways to handle anxiety, such as writing my worries down, embracing worry instead of trying to fight against it, doing something I fear to feel confident, and many others. I have loads of fear of punishment, and while I may see myself as a diligent rule-follower, this is not always the case, in fact, I was quite rebellious at many times, especially if it didn't involve people. I was pretty conflict-avoidant though with people to not get into trouble but I was relatively unconcerned with seeking support from others unless I'm really anxious about something and even then, I primarily rely on myself first, then I turn into outer sources such as the Internet and then, I resort to other people around me. At my worst, I can easily be worry-driven and unable to see anything beyond it. At my best, I feel more relaxed, optimistic, joyful, and willing to try ot everything. I may avoid doing certain stuff because sudden worry can ruin the enjoyment of the moment. I am also rather indecisive and wanting to try out everything but at the same time, needing to choose the best option because it feels like we'll never come to the same place again. I also tend to be in extremes pretty often even though I would like to be more moderate in things.
  7. I have to admit that I can be rather pleasure-seeking at times, and forget the essentials because of that. My grades used to suffer because of that but I relied on my ability to get things done fast last-minute to keep myself up. I put a lot of emphasis on positivity but I can end up being too negative myself, and feel lke being negative is wrong. I have a reputaton for being great at hard things but with easy and menial stuff, I may mess it up. I have had my rebellious moments mainly to discover something new with insatiable curiosity, such as drop-testing my items, mixing various bathing stuff, trying out private servers, and fascinating space simulators. However, while I'm considered as adventurous and curious, I'm not considered optimistic and always upbeat, which is far more important for being a 7. At my best, I am up for anything, and my ideal is to just have fun instead of being concerned about winning/losing. Basically, I work hard and play hard. At my worst, I criticize myself for not being careful or responsible enough. During my whole life, I pursued my interests and while I cared a lot about doing what I should first, I just end up instinctively do what I want first. Satisfaction and contentment is important, and I fear being deprived and trapped in pain, such as prison or death. While I'm not aggressive in a conventional sense, I may quietly do "stuff" to get what I want in order to avoid conflict but then, I may feel guilty if I feel like I don't deserve it.
  8. This isn't one of the types I regularly consider. I'm way more likely to be an SX 6. But I absolutely hate doing things just because someone else told me to do it out of nowhere. It's such a disgrace for me, and it makes me feel inferior. Other than that, I can't really relate to 8's, maybe SO 8 is possible but nothing else. Oh, and I can be rather intense but not directly aggressive, and I don't express anger outwardly either.
  9. I can be pretty conflict-avoidant because I don't want to feel defective, a bad person, or just ruin the enjoyment and peace. I am considered as adaptable, and I see myself in many types at once. I am more overly peaceful than overly violent, and I care a lot about likeability. I just hate hurting others and it makes me feel evil when I hurt them purposefully. When I hurt others accidentally, it may cause self-criticism about my ability to get along with others, and consider myself as mean or rude or selfish. But I don't relate to many of the 9 traits. For example, I'm more likely to maginfy some problems, and minimize others instead of being consistently minimizing. Which I can be positive, I can also be rather reactive and have a loud voice on accident. I sometimes feel lazy about starting because of my pleasure-seeking attitudes. I also relate to the stress arrow of the 9, as my mind starts racing out of nowhere. As for the 3 arrow, at my best, I become more productive and finally able to take action. I'm also pretty interested in things which are disturbing but I don't really talk about them to my friends unless it's already the topic, and even then, I may shift it into something more pleasant and joyful instead. I only really talk about my deepest negative reactions and fears with my family whereas with my friends, I prefer keeping things pleasant as much as possible, and hide any flaw to the point that I can be rather internally anxious about it.
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2023.05.28 19:16 HannahsOdyssey Existing with yourself: a free audio psychedelic guide I made over the past year (Odyssey #1!)

Hi guys, I spent the past year trying to figure out how to create guides that introduce people to various elements of their psyche on psychedelics - thanks for your feedback on various elements of it and different versions over the past while.

I'm happy to share my first guide with you today for free. It's an audio guide on the topic of 'existing with yourself' - designed to help people take the first step towards self-love - simply letting yourself be as you are.

It's designed to be listened to on a low dose of LSD. I've also included a series of meditations for before and after and general guidance. Below I'm answering a few questions that you may have.

Any questions/upvotes/feedback would be hugely appreciated :)

"What actually is it?"

The guide for the trip itself consists of 100 minutes of guidance to help you find your inner core and, from this safe position, observe the workings of your mind.

For before your trip, I've included a meditation to help prepare your mind. For afterwards, there are a number of meditations to help you integrate the experience, and guidance on additional things you can do.

"What does existing with yourself mean?"

Well, it means spending a whole day just being with yourself. No agenda, no judgment, not even a desire to change anything. To float through all the emotions and feelings that make you, you - but just observing them, not absorbing them up, until you find your innermost self, your core.

This practice can do a couple of things:



"Why a low dose?"

Often, when we investigate our minds, we come across defense mechanisms and patterns of thinking that prevent us from going to certain places.

Many people try to blast through these defense mechanisms with a high-dose of psychedelics - to melt their mind to the point that they disappear - but an insight garnered in another world is often difficult to bring back into our world and your usual mind - notwithstanding the risks of doing this in the first place.

I thought that, with extremely thoughtful guidance on different topics, people could have trips on a lower-dose that could potentially lead to transformative insights that are much easier to reintegrate into their lives.

"Who's it for?"

It is for anyone who wants to explore and expand their minds and hearts with the help of psychedelics and gentle guidance.

It is for those, who understand that there are no quick solutions for any big quests in life and that all big quests start with a first step - such as simply spending a day to be with your inner self.

"Why's it free?"

I have been making guides about all kinds of topics for myself and my husband to help us on our psychedelic explorations for a few years now and it changed my life significantly for the better.

I feel like others can really benefit from it just as much from this kind of directed approach and want to make it accessible to as many as possible. While I'd ultimately love to someday make money from this, all of my guides will have a free version that you can download.

"Where can I get the guide?"

You can find a link to it here: https://steel-helmet-8f0.notion.site/Odyssey-Guide-Self-Love-1-Into-the-Inner-Self-7387830c8bb840939e087b166ce2af87

"How can I help?"

(okay, maybe you didn't ask this)

If you decide to do this Odyssey, I would love to hear your feedback and the story of your adventure! You can find my email address also on the page above.

If you know anyone who you think could benefit from this, I'd really appreciate it if you could share it with them also.
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2023.05.28 19:16 jordy_pordy10 Going through storage and I found my high school graduation cap

Going through storage and I found my high school graduation cap
I was sooooo excited for Splat 1, great memories
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2023.05.28 19:16 V3Qn117x0UFQ at what point did you realize that your narcissist, whom you thought was your core support/friend, has actually been sabotaging your life so you'll always be dependent on them? that your failures and them saving you feeds their narcissism?

it took me years of therapy until one day, someone whom i thought was a trusted person actually turned out to be the main person who has been trying to sabotage me.
i was a wreck and was socially and financially dependent on them, so as a result i looked at them as a "savior" while i was trying to get back on my feet. at the same time, there was many parts of me in which i still wasn't doing well around them
it wasn't until years of therapy that one day, my narc decided to project a negative thought onto me that i was acutely aware and i actually said "hmm, no, i don't feel that way."
and that's when the real conflict began.
she started to argue with me and saying that i wasn't actually happy in life, that i wasn't competent enough to succeed in my career like it was a fact (or "what if i am not competent enough?" to make me anxious), etc.
when i started to raise those boundaries with a simple "i don't want to talk about x/y/z", she started to threaten me by taking away financial support.
Personally, when i notice that someone I'm close to has become withdrawn from me, the first thing I check is to open the lines of communication by making sure they feel safe and checking my own self/actions - did i say something i shouldn't have? can i apologize?
with narcissists, when you raise boundaries, the first thing they do is to demand if that doesn't work, they resort to control - if they cannot emotionally manipulate you, they'll resort to threats, from withdrawing financial support or even trying to sever your current relationship
it's actually crazy how therapy helps identify these patterns with narcissists
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2023.05.28 19:16 davisonmp28 [USA-IN][H] Purple Apple IPad Air 5th gen Wi-Fi 64gb A2588 like new [W] PayPal

Timestamps first
I have a purple iPad Air 5th gen A2588 64gb. There are no scratches and the screen is in perfect condition. This is basically an open box unit. I received it as part of a trade for some other pc parts and I have no use for it. According to the serial number it was purchased in Aug 22 so it has a few months of manufacture warranty on it. I’ve done a factory restore on it and loaded some high intensity games to test the performance. It worked without issue. But because I know almost nothing about iPads, I’m selling this as-is and that will be reflected in the pricing. It seems to work perfectly so I have no concerns, but still throwing that out there.
Looking for $400+shipping. Please comment before messaging. Only looking to sell right now and must have at least five trades on the sub. Thanks!
Repairs: none to my knowledge
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2023.05.28 19:15 unsought_ I’m starting to realize why people don’t want to be teachers

This one is gonna be a little long so bear with me here. So I’m a student but I was never blind to how shitty some teachers have it especially at my school. Two of the most well liked teachers at my school had quit because of some students. The first one who was the sophomore history teacher had been falsely accused of rape because a girls grade got low. The second got sued for “physical assault”. The second one was the junior math teacher, one girl in my grade had been eating in class. He normally didn’t have a problem with this but she was being very loud and not really caring how loud she was. He had asked her to stop nicely multiple times but she didn’t listen so he took her chips from her. Could he have handled it differently? Maybe, like I said I’m not a teacher. But she had sued him for hurting her finger and permanently damaging it which got him on unpaid leave while it was going on in trial but then he just eventually quit. Everyone at my school has just generally assumed she won because she had driven a Tesla to school all of a sudden. So yeah that’s just the two most major cases but there have been multiple other incidents.
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2023.05.28 19:15 bvnjkl Flying solo to Japan

I've been to Singapore, South Korea, and UK and I never overstayed in any of these countries. The thing is, I wasn't alone in all of these trips.
I'll be flying to Japan solo to see my SO of 6 years this year. He was born and lives in the UK, comes to visit me every year. We're planning to meet in Japan this time. He will be staying in Japan for a year for work, and will have an apartment. The plan is I'm going to stay with him for 2 weeks before flying back home.
I have a stable, well-paying job at a private company which I've had for about a year now, and I will be paying for all of my expenses — flights, food, transportation, attractions, except accommodation as I will be staying with my SO. I have 3 credit cards and relatively more than enough balance in my bank account for this trip.
As a woman traveling solo for the first time & meeting someone at my destination, what are the odds that I will get past immigration? Any tips? Is there anything extra that I need to prepare? Or am I overthinking this?
I only got asked for my return date when I was flying to Korea.
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2023.05.28 19:15 pancakesquest1 Will the NDP close catholic schools? Asking a question pls don’t attack I’m not for or against either party you can read my blurb I wrote

Will the NDP close catholic schools? Asking a question pls don’t attack I’m not for or against either party you can read my blurb I wrote
’m begging to not be attacked for a question. There’s nothing worse then trying to find information and then being told that team x is better that team z and you’re an idiot if you don’t vote xyz.
I’m just genuinely curious if anyone knows if this is an actual thing or just a ridiculous spam email that I can tell my parents to leave me alone about.
Thank you!
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2023.05.28 19:15 susanlantz “If I don’t show you a source….”

Katie oh Katie.
Quote “If I don’t show you a source on something, it’s based on or a video I’ve done before in the past. (meaning she also didn’t have a source for that vid either!).” Unquote. @ 2:50ish of yet another Faceless voiceover post.
Later on, says she knows a lot & has talked to a lot of people about the Duggars. (Then why are you not an Expert starring in “Shiny People”, Ms Journalist? ) Just wondering.
Why would she even touch on that unless she was called out for being sourceless or receiptless ? There’s some stellar journalism there, KJP.
How do those in the Echo Chamber of Queen Katie settle for that? Are they that gullible ? Of course we know that answer.
In regard to pettiness on my part I know…. But why is WOACB showing an amateur green screen (of blue water that was making me queasy) and what looks like cardboard cutouts of pix of people? Again, it’s from Ms Journalist Extraordinaire . Looks like a high school project.
Is it me or is KJ avoiding the Elephant in the Room as to why she herself does not appear in the DocuSeries?
And again, is it me, or is Katie giving a rare pass to Michelle all of a sudden? Giving her Victim status in KJ’s warped mind? Strange to me. She seldomly gives a single Duggar a pass. Ever. Ever.
She just had to get a dig in at Jinger at the end! Eye roll.
SMH. All respectfully imho.
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