Thank you for this Reddit channel!!
I passed today with an 835. Not great but still a pass, right? Ok, so what did I use? I'm older and haven't tested in years. I was really stressing out. So I like the training videos and reading. During the exam, I had a couple around azure arc. most of the 36 questions were yes / no. I had questions around subscriptions, can you merge them? can you have more than one? can resources be shared across subscriptions, I stumbled a bit on premium storage account questions... What did I use to train?

1. Microsoft Learn.
2. John Savills Training, he explains what they do and how they work. helps with the understanding what each item is.
3. created a free portal.azure.com account and just messed around in there. make sure you know how to open the Azure CLI prompt window. It is a question. Make sure you know what can run on Mac, Windows and Linux... it is a question.
4. The Tech Blackboard (Youtube) is awesome. They review and discuss actual questions. very cool and very accurate. Some of the same questions actually showed up on the test. I don't know if I would have passed so easy without it. I found this the afternoon before the exam and watched this morning before going in. I recommend 3 days of it before taking the test. You will probably do way better than me. This show actual test format and wording of the questions. This really helped me to look at what the question was really asking for and how.
5. Make sure you understand the process of elimination, for example: Azure Advisor... what does it do? if you know what it does, then you know what it wont do... when you look at the answers to the question it will jump out at you.

I am already signed up for the AI-900 later in June. Go Team, you got this!!!!! Old man out.

I’ll keep this brief:

• I’m 26 years old, not ugly, not handsome, not super smart, not super dumb. No degree but plenty of experience. No pets, girlfriend or anything tying me down to anywhere or anyone.
  
• I can speak intermediate Spanish after living with and dating a Spanish girl in Valencia.
  
• I have a half decent job in tech sales but it will be coming to an end in mid-July I anticipate. I have 5-6 years experience working in Tech sales.
  
• I believe I’m a skilled photographer. It’s the only thing I truly know I’m good at.
  
• I suffer from crippling social anxiety and depression, culminating in suicidal ideations and episodes. However, my best friend and housemate (as well as others) tell me I don’t show it when I’m around others. Deep inside I feel hopeless and like a stuttering, slow mess.
  
• My horrendously expensive apartment lease will be coming to an end early September.
  
• I live in the UK but have itchy feet to live in another country again. I have a ton of friends in Australia, Japan and Canada mostly. Good connections in Spain also.
  
• I will have around £6k in the bank by September to do something with.
  

An initial thought was to go to Peru and use Workaway, taking photos for businesses, but I fear I’ll spend that £6k in a heartbeat. Then I have absolutely nothing.
I’m too shy to ask people for money for photography. That’s a big downfall. But when it comes to payment, I always crack under the pressure of believing my work isn’t good enough. I’m sure I could make some extra £s this way but Brighton, where I live, is flooded with talented young photographers who are better at more in demand photography/videography work (food, concert and video work.)
If anyone can suggest a magical place that I could move to while I have an opening in my life, or just any advice on what to do with this money/lack of responsibility, I would greatly appreciate it.
I understand - you can’t tell me how to live my life. But maybe you know a cool, Spanish speaking, aesthetically pleasing place to try and escape the rat race.
Any suggestions??

In 2012 the MK7 Golf was released in Europe and I began devouring the press photos. I was newly employed out of college at the time and when the car was unveiled I was looking for something to replace my aging Audi B5 S4. In 2018 I purchased a new Sportwagen S 4Motion 6 speed. It has been the most fantastic car I've ever owned. Everything you need and basically nothing you don't (if anyone knows how to retrofit blind spot detecting side mirrors hit me up). Almost 36k miles later and I've had near-zero problems with the car (I got the 6 yea72k mile warranty to boot as standard).
I just took the car on a 1600 mile road trip to the Indy 500 and back and I swear this thing is a beast. Great fuel economy the entire journey and it took my new roof bars and 18cu foot roof box like an absolute champion. I love this car. I have no desire to daily drive anything else. I'm waiting for the water pump in the 1.8TSi to shit itself at some point but whatever, everything else has been brilliant!

I’m a junior looking for a place for the school year! At least fall 2023-spring 2024.
I’m open to any places with 1,2,3, or 4 spots. $800 a month maximum, less is better ofc. I prefer close to green st/county market but I’m flexible!!
Comment or message me with any questions.

This is my first post here and some of the post I see here are literally like reading book and but I’ll keep this short and sweet.
I’ll start this off with by saying I’m looking to meet new people and see what happens. Ideally something more serious but whatever happens naturally is what happens :)
About me -
•I’m 20 years old and white from just outside of London
•I work as an electrician
• I love to go to the gym and workout at least 5-6 times a week and love being active and swim and cycle and live walking so who fancies a long walk in the park?
•I travel regularly and have visited 5 new countries in the past few months and plan to visit at least 10 new countries this year so any suggestions? Or be my travel partner!
• I love to watch movies but truly I prefer music. I used to go to many events mainly house/techno. But listen to all types of music.
•In a perfect world I would love to get to know someone that is open to travelling and would go on trips with me. Depending on where you are located we would find ways for this to work for both of us.
I would like you to at least be able to look after yourself and have some goals in your life. I understand this is not a traditional way to meet someone so good communication is nice.
Don’t hesitate to message me! I am just looking to meet new people and see where it goes will send pics over and verify I am real and my post is true to real life. Location doesn’t matter all too much as I can travel however I would like to see you In real life if we click.
Look forward to hearing you!

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I think everyone has at least one critically praised game that they started, but could never finish. We usually feel like the odd one out during these moments, so we don't like to share our opinion with anyone, as we fear we would get harassed. Well, it's our time to shine. I'll start with a few games that I lost interest in after playing. Bioshock is a game that I wanted to try out, because of it's interesting premise and lore. However, I found the gameplay unbelievably boring and I couldn't force myself to continue. I played the Borderlands prequel for around 2 hours and I can barely remember anything. I found the gameplay uninteresting and the opening didn't hook me. I was confused and I didn't understand anything that was going on, so I didn't see the point in continuing. I came back to Horizon Zero Dawn over and over again, but I could never finish. I found the gameplay was repetitive and the story was OK at best. It wasn't enough to keep me invested. I also tried Forbidden West, but the gameplay was so frustrating that I had to stop. Now, it's your turn to share some of your unpopular opinions

Hi all, just an average lab tech (degree in biotech) trying to pass time at work. I am very open and just looking for new friends.
About me in 5 words: asian, anime, science, gym, food

Curious as to who you guys trust for lineup recommendations. Over the past few years it’s been easy for me, I would simply fire up the latest video from CBrev. I generally agree with most of his takes and really valued that he would give you many different breakdowns depending on your budget or how you play the game.
I haven’t seen a whole lot from CBrev this year so I’m wondering if you guys have anyone else you’d recommend. I am familiar with the ShowZone website that’s where I’ve done most of my research up to this point for this year. But I find myself spending way more time weeding through that site compared to a video or something of that sort.
I’m wide open to any suggestions! I’m willing to check out anyone or any outside sites! Thanks in advance for any help!

Hello, and thank you for taking the time to read this, and I apologize if it's rather lengthy. My spouse has been battling depression all her life, and did not grow up with very supportive parents. For a little backstory, her mother is extremely religious, as well as has very obvious mental disorders of her own. She's always been hard on my wife growing up, and never really provided any type of love or emotional support, but rather constantly shoving Jesus down her throat all the time.
Her father, was always working, and never really there, so she never really had any love or support from anyone growing up at all. In short, she's an atheist, who absolutely abhors religion, and I cant say I blame her. She and I have been together for well over a decade, and sad to say, I have not been the best emotional support for her either, due to the fact I myself am autistic, and struggle with my own issues as such.
She's been on all kinds of medication, from antidepressants to benzos, and nothing has ever really helped her more than it did harm. She's constantly battling ups and downs of depression, suicidal ideation, is not currently on any medication, and we don't have adequate health insurance to cover any kind of treatment.
At the moment she is overwhelmed, as such, has described to me that shes felt completely disassociated from reality, and doesn't have the ability to feel anything, just completely numb for the last 2 months. I've been searching for ways to help her and get her the proper help, we were thinking about going the holistic route, since traditional therapy and pharmaceutical medicine, has never been much of any help in our experience., but perhaps on a sliding scale.
One of the things I'm concerned with, is that she told me that she feels like she wouldn't be able to be completely honest with a therapist, without being admitted into a hospital. This has already happened to her once in the past, where she had a mental break down, and her parents admitted her into a hospital for some length of time for suicidal ideation.
I expressed to her the need to be completely honest, to receive the right help, and she says that if she told the therapist everything, her suicidal ideation, her plans and methods for killing herself, she would be admitted, and we wouldn't be able to work or pay bills because of it. Which, obviously in my eyes, that all comes 2nd to her being able to recieve help, yet she refuses.
Right now, she says she's fine, as long as she doesn't feel like she's alone in having to deal with everything ie bills, responsibilities, that her suicidal ideation is kept at bay, despite the fact shes constantly disassociated and numb all the time.
Unfortunately, due to my job and responsibilities, I can't always be there with her at home, and there are days when she's home alone off from work. One of my greatest fears, is coming home one day, and finding that shes killed herself, and I would not be able to live with myself were that to God forbid ever happen. Thats a fear I've been battling myself, all the years I've been with her.
I don't honestly know what to do in this situation, I'm trying to find her affordable help, and asking people for advice, and just simply be there for her as much as I can, but I don't know what else to do, I feel powerless. I'm Buddhist, and have tried to invite her to the temple to be in a peaceful setting and around good people, but as I said, she hates religion, and she also has severe social anxiety, and is therefore not open to it.
Any help, or advice you're able to give is much appreciated, and needed. If you guys know any kind of good sliding scale doctor or treatment, or certain methods that I can use to help her etc. Any kind of information you guys can provide will be much appreciated. Thank you.

Me and my wife would like to bike some of the trail. We are looking to rent bikes for the day. Are they any good places to rent bikes for the trail near downtown? Also what is a good section to do for a day ride? I was thinking maybe start in the south side and go to McKeesport. Anybody have any tips or experiences they could share?

Hello. My mother's health has been sharply declining the last few weeks (to the point where she cannot stand unassisted) and she absolutely refuses to see or go to a doctor. At this point, I really doubt that she'd even be able to walk down a couple steps to a car to go to a doctor. I'm at my wits end, as she seems to expect me to somehow nurse her to health despite the fact that I cannot keep houseplants alive and often forget to feed myself. So I need help. I was wondering if there were still any sort of home-visiting doctors around, and if anyone has good experiences with one. Maybe just someone to take a look at her and run some tests, maybe help figure out what's actually going on. Similarly, if anyone knows any solid visiting nurse services that can be hired out on an hourly or contractual basis, that would be appreciated. I'm not entirely sure I'm looking in the right place, so if anyone has any similar but alternative suggestions, I'm open to it. I've never been in a situation like this and I don't really have any other family to help us, so I'm pretty at-a-loss on what to do.

So I’m on day 12 of sertraline and one of my new side effects today is a rash on both of my thighs. I guess possibly the rash could be from something else, but I don’t know what else it could be from. I was having horrible shortness of breath yesterday which I blamed on increased anxiety, but now Im wondering if I could be having an allergic reaction to this? I’ve also had feelings of horrible burning throughout my body and chest tightness nearly everyday which I thought was just a normal side effect. I have an appt with my doctor on Thursday so I’m just going to bring it up to her then.
Honestly not sure if this is just my anxiety or if I am truly having an allergic reaction. I’m just starting to feel like this medication is not for me, I never had intense side effects on Lexapro or Prozac 😩 I hate feeling like I’m going to die every day on this medication because of the side effects.
If I do need to stop taking this - does anyone know if I can just quit cold turkey after 12 days?

"Okay," Sookie called out. "That's a wrap!"
A ragged cheer went up from the cast and crew. Deacon walked around, clapping his hands and cheering loudly, making sure everyone else was cheering, too. Sookie walked over to her chair and sank into it, her feet throbbing in time to the cheering people around her. She smiled at anyone who caught her eye and just relaxed.
This was the end of a grueling, forty-five day shooting schedule that had been supposed to be ten hour days, but had ended up being more like thirteen to eighteen hour days for her. They weren't done filming the season. Far from it, in fact. But these were the worst shots, and the cast and crew involved had all agreed to push through hard until it was done. After this, they had about two more months of shooting on a more normal schedule, and then editing could begin.
Deacon, despite his enthusiasm for the end of the push, had not had to attend most of the shots they got, and had instead, been spending 'quality' time with a couple of local groupies and the White Lady. Sookie didn't begrudge him this, of course. She worried a little about the amount of booger sugar going up his nose at times, but his agent had repeatedly assured her that he was using far more often during shoots than during his off time.
Besides, it was only fitting that the star of the show should enjoy the fruits of his fame. Sookie herself had picked up a bisexual couple a week or two ago, when they had a shoot end 'early' (at nine PM) and the next's day's shoot wasn't scheduled to begin until eight AM. She had left set almost immediately and headed to a local gay bar, where someone had recognized her from her OnlyFans days and insisted upon introducing his boyfriend.
She sighed, remembering the sensation of two well-endowed men thrusting into her, and how she'd simply melted when the one behind her leaned forward and around to kiss the other. Bi men were soooo hawt...
She promised herself she'd try to find another bisexual 'gay' couple, now that she had the time.
Deacon had finally got everyone sufficiently enthusiastic -which was a credit to his charisma, really, as everybody was exhausted- and came over to sit next to her in his own chair.
"I am so ready for a couple weeks off," he said.
"It's one week," Sookie reminded him. "And then you need to be ready for the fight scenes. Have you been working with your choreographer?"
"I haven't really had the time..." Deacon whined, causing Sookie to sigh.
"Deek," she said, sitting up in her chair and turning to face him. "You haven't needed to be on set for the past two weeks. You've been coming to, in your own words, 'help keep morale up'. And while I do appreciate your efforts in that regards, it is far more important for you to be ready to shoot your fight scenes in a week. I'm serious here. You need to get with your choreographer and get your moves nailed down tight. We don't have time to push those shoots back any further."
Deacon held up his hands in surrender. "I'll be down at the dojo tomorrow, I swear."
"Tomorrow morning," Sookie insisted.
"Tomorrow morning," Deacon agreed. "In fact, I'm going to get the playbook and go over it tonight, to try to get a head start."
Sookie smiled and patted him on the knee as she rose. She didn't want to be here anymore. The PAs and crew could finish cleaning everything up so the teardown crews could get started tomorrow.
She found her personal assistant and instructed her to make sure everyone knew to do their own breakdowns, then left. Filming on set had certain advantages, including the fact that she was within walking distance of her hotel.
The security guard that Julie had insisted she maintain since that incident a few years ago with the psycho stan peeled herself off the wall she'd been holding up and fell into step behind her. Sookie wouldn't have minded so much, except Julie had carefully picked married, monogamous men and women to fill her security schedule with, to avoid any 'conflicts of interest'.
This gal, Linda Gottlieb, was probably the worst of all. She had a girlfriend and a boyfriend, and yet refused to sleep with anyone else. On top of that, she was as slender as Sookie, flat chested (which Sookie found to be a major turn on) and hard as a rock, with veiny arms and shoulders and even a few visible on her belly.
Sookie was a woman of many tastes, but skinny girls with visible veins and no tits were one of her more notable favorites, and so Linda's categorical refusal to so much as let Sookie slip a hand down her pants was grating.
Linda wasn't wearing a uniform. She wore a tight tank top and a loose flannel with the sleeves rolled up and the front unbuttoned over a pair of blue jeans and hiking boots. Sookie knew she had a gun on her somewhere, but couldn't speculate as to where.
Well, that's not true. Sookie imagined the handle sticking of her ass, riding up between the cheeks of that ass that all flat-chested women seemed to have that was categorically unfair to better-if-still-modestly endowed women like Sookie. She slowed down to get a peek at it.
"Looking at my ass again?" Linda asked.
"Yes," Sookie said. "I was wondering if you keep your gun there. The handle could fit between those cheeks and nobody would be the wiser."
Linda laughed and lifted her flannel to show a handgun tucked into her belt on her hip. "Sorry to disappoint," she said. "But I kinda need to keep it where I could easily get at it."
Sookie sighed, her pleasant illusion ruined.
They turned left out of the studio gates and walked up the road. Despite the presence of the studio, this was kind of a rough area, so Sookie appreciated having some security as she made the walk. Not that she couldn't handle herself, but she'd learned the hard way that being taken by surprise left her as vulnerable as anyone.
They hadn't gotten more than a half a block before a ragged looking man approached them, reeking of booze and shit. His clothes were filthy and torn and he had a scraggly beard that ranged from a centimeter to three inches long, seemingly at random.
"Spare a dollar?" he asked.
"No," Linda said, stepping forward to catch his attention so Sookie could slip past.
"S'just a dollar, lady. I'll lick your pussy for it!" The man leered at Linda, who didn't blink or flinch, but rather gave him a hard shove back.
"Don't you fucking crowd me, talking shit like that," she said menacingly, taking another step forward to keep him off balance.
"Be respectful," she added with force. The man looked like he wanted to argue, but something in the way she looked or held herself made it clear to him that Linda was not to be trifled with. He stepped back until his back was to the wall of the building behind him and watched as Linda turned and caught back up to Sookie, who was watching the whole thing over her shoulder.
"Fucking Dykes!" the man shouted. "Suck my dick!"
"You'd think that at least one of them would figure out that being aggressive like that doesn't work," Sookie mused.
"It doesn't work on you or me, but that's because we know we could take his head off if he tried to get violent," Linda said. "Most women aren't fighters. They'll give him cash just to get him to stop harassing them."
"Fair enough," Sookie said.
This was a common occurrence. Almost every time Sookie walked to her hotel, at least one homeless person would try to panhandle her. Sometimes, if she had any cash, she'd give them some. Once in a blue moon, one would engender enough sympathy for a good payout, a hundred bucks or so. But most of the time, they struck her as entitled ruffians, living on the street thanks to their own bad decisions and trying to get by on other people's labor.
She knew that was an old-fashioned mindset. She knew a lot of these people would, if they got clean of whatever they were using, sort out their lives and take care of business. She knew that the DCM Group even had a charitable arm who straight up gave condos and large sums of money to many homeless people, who immediately used that gift to get back on their feet. She knew the stats, too.
But this particular area seemed to attract the sort of homeless people whom right-wing motards used as an archetype for all homeless people. Twice, someone from the crew had been assaulted, causing Sookie to declare that she and the stunt coordinator were the only ones allowed to walk to and from the studio.
"I wonder if they're actually even homeless," Linda said, her thoughts echoing Sookie's.
"Me too," Sookie said. "I mean, it's a very poor neighborhood, adjacent to a place where very wealthy people work. There's no rule that says you have to be homeless to panhandle."
Linda nodded. Sookie wondered idly if she'd been following her own logic, or seeking out a belief that made her feel better about judging the people here. She wasn't sure which, really.
The area they moved through got progressively nicer as they continued. They turned the last corner, with three blocks still to go when Sookie saw the next one.
This one was older. he only had about a week's worth of beard on his face, though Sookie could see that it was mostly gray. He wore similar clothes to the other one, the once-vibrant colors having long since faded towards a muted gray tone. His clothes, however, looked cleaner and the holes had all been neatly stitched. As they drew close, Sookie could read his sign.
Please helpLeave a dollar or take a resumeWill work for food
Sure enough, he had a stack of resumes weighted down with a rock next to him. Sookie stopped, intrigued and bent down to retrieve one. She handed the man a folded ten dollar bill at the same time. A reward for creativity in his panhandling, she thought.
She looked at it. The man had a pair of enlistments in the Marine Corps at the top of his work experience. It was back in the early 2000s, and it mentioned Helmand Province, which Sookie recalled had been at the center of a lot of the fighting in Afghanistan.
The next few lines were security companies, starting with a high-end competitor to the Group, and then a long sequence of construction and day-labor work, ending on his current work, which was "Self Employed - Private Investigations". Below that, he had a string of qualifications, including armed security, close protection and bail enforcement.
"This is actually quite a good resume," Sookie told him. She glanced up at the top to get his name, Eric Stephens.
"I'll work," he said hopefully. "I can swing a hammer and do plumbing. I'll do a full day's work for lunch and dinner, or a hundred bucks, whichever you prefer."
Sookie handed the resume to Linda, who looked down at it.
"Ain't much different than mine," she said. "Oorah."
"Oorah," Eric muttered back, seemingly on pure instinct.
"So why are you out here, Eric?" Sookie asked. "Your resume says you're self-employed as a private eye."
Eric shrugged. Sookie noted the redness and swelling of his nose. "Work's been scarce," he said. "Been getting fewer jobs for the last few years. Fewer jobs means less money, less money means losing my office, not being able to afford nice clothes, which leads to fewer jobs."
Sookie looked a question at Linda, who shrugged. "We're always looking for investigators. It can be hard to recruit former cops, and those we do are often old enough not to stay on for more than a few years before retiring."
Sookie smiled and nodded, turning back to Eric. "You want an interview?"
"Hell yeah," he said with some enthusiasm. "As long as they don't mind me looking a little rough around the edges."
"Where do you live?" Sookie asked. Eric gestured around. "Lost my apartment last month," he said. Sookie pursed her lips and then nodded and held out a hand to him.
"Come on, Eric. I'm Sookie, and this is Linda. I'll make you a deal. I'll get you a nice outfit to wear and arrange an interview at the LA office tomorrow. I'll put you up on my couch for the night, too. That way, you can shower and shave and look presentable for it. What do you think?"
Eric took her hand and let her help him up. "Are you serious?" he asked. Sookie nodded.
"Holy crap, thank you, lady. Sookie, I mean. Thank you." His eyes began to get watery. "I don't... I don't even know what to say. That would be amazing."
Sookie smiled, her heart wrenching for the guy. She knew he had a drinking problem, but she also remembered all those people the Group's charities helped. Get someone on their feet, and there was a good chance they'd stay there.
"Do you have stuff to get?"
"I uh... I have a storage shed. It's paid up through the end of the year," he said. "My stuff is safe there, I just need to go get my toiletries."
"Don't worry about that," Sookie said, stepping to the edge of the sidewalk and waiting for the traffic to clear enough to cross the road. "We can stop by a drug store, too."
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Sookie and Linda took Eric shopping and got him everything he needed. Which wasn't much, really. Sookie had a spare toothbrush, razors, shaving cream and cologne at her hotel room. It was all stuff she kept on hand to be the best slut she could be, and make her dishes du jour feel welcome. They bought him deodorant and an electric beard trimmer, and decided to take a pit stop at a hair and nails salon next to the pharmacy.
The girls there had cooed and gooed over Sookie and Linda helping this man out, and refused to accept any money for the trim he got. Unfortunately, they weren't set up to shave a man (all of the other clients inside were women), but Eric protested that he was perfectly capable of shaving himself, so it all worked out.
The next stop was, at Sookie's insistence, one of the ultra-high-end men's clothing stores near her hotel. Linda had protested that simply taking a car to Walmart would be good enough, but Sookie would have none of that.
"Linda, it's been over six years since I've seen a person in Walmart that I'd be willing to give a handy to. It's been even longer since I've seen any clothing there that looked like it didn't come from Walmart, especially the suits. We're not going to Walmart."
As a result, Eric got fitted for a custom-tailored suit and outfitted with a tie that was a pleasant, deep blue, bespeckled with tiny, god-embroidered Marine Corps logos. He seemed pleased with it, and had to keep wiping his eyes as he repeatedly and profusely thanked her.
When all was done, they finally went to the hotel. Sookie had a full suite on the top floor. It wasn't the biggest suite, but it was close, with two spare bedrooms, a living room and a full kitchen, in addition to a balcony that afforded her a great view of the city (so long as the smog wasn't too bad) and a private elevator to the rooftop pool.
Linda took her usual spot at the door to await her relief for the evening while Sookie showed Eric the large bathroom and made sure he had everything he needed. While he showered and shaved, she decided to review the script.
She walked over to the safe in the living room and carefully punched in her combination on the keypad.
The scripts for The Legend of Jimmy were like solid gold. Every studio out there wanted to get their hands on one, to steal ideas from. Every fan wanted to get one, just for the thrill of knowing what was going to happen next. During the second season's filming, they'd had multiple scripts stolen and leaked, and Sookie had learned to crack down on that. As a result, she was the only one who ever had a full set of scripts for any given season. She kept them safely under lock and key at all times.
She pulled out her working copy, which was different from the 'archive' copy she also kept in the safe. The working copy had all of her handwritten notes on it. She pulled it out, closed the safe back up and locked it, then sat down at the table and flipped open to the scenes they would be filming after the break. Using a red pen, she made notes for herself, things to remember during shooting, like camera angles and notes on the VFX.
She heard the shower turn off, but she was engrossed in her work when the door opened.
"Thanks again," Eric said, causing her to look up. He had a towel around his waist, but Sookie noted that he had a lean torso, with some muscle still there, despite a rough life. Clean shaven now, he looked much better. He'd never get a gig as a model, but he was handsome enough in his own way. Sookie smiled at him.
"You don't have to keep thanking me," she said. "I'm happy to help."
She closed her script and stood, walking it over to the safe. Obscuring her hands with her body, she punched in the code again and placed the script inside. She hadn't yet closed the door when she heard Eric mutter "Oh shit."
She turned to look and froze. He'd turned back towards the bathroom, and then dropped his towel by accident. He was currently in the process of picking it up, affording Sookie a great view of his ass and what might well have been considered a third leg hanging from between the other two.
It came almost to his knees.
A flush of heat went through her, washing away all thoughts of largess and generosity, and kindling a very selfish desire. She heard the spattering on the hardwood floor where she crouched as her usual over-the-top wetness kicked into high gear and soaked through her pants in seconds. She could feel herself throbbing as she eyed Eric's enormous member.
Her disguise slipped and the horns erupted from her head, her tail curled up painfully inside her pants and her skin turned red, with large patches of scales. Operating purely on instinct, she magicked up a veil of mundanity. She didn't want Eric to freak out, and this would keep him from registering her appearance as anything out of the ordinary.
He retrieved his towel and made to wrap it back around his waist, but Sookie shot to her feet and spun, already ripping her shirt off.
"Wait," she said. Eric froze, then turned to look at her over one shoulder. She tossed her shirt on the couch and peeled off her pants. She wasn't wearing any underwear or bra, of course. She never did.
"I just thought of a way you could thank me," she purred, taking a languid step forward. Eric reacted immediately to the sight of her naked, turning, his hog's leg stiffening and rising from its vertical hang slightly.
"Are you, uh... I mean... I'm not..." Eric stammered. Sookie stepped closer to him and put her hands on his shoulder, then ran them down his chest.
"I am damn sure I want to do this, if that's what you're asking," she said, her hands reaching lower as she stepped close enough to press her breasts into his ribs. She took hold of him and felt him grow almost immediately rock hard as he gasped.
"Wow," he said. "This is... This is like something from a porno with a bad script..." he said.
"Uh huh," Sookie said. "And we're about to do the fun parts of it." She pressed her lips into his, and then squealed in delight as he grabbed her by the ass and hoisted her up.
"Where?" he asked into her mouth.
"Pussy, mouth and ass," she replied. She felt the heat rush through his cheeks.
"I meant where in this room," he said.
"I don't fucking care," Sookie responded, lining his huge cock up with her most convenient hole and squirming down onto it with a loud gasp.
----
Sookie awoke the next morning and rolled over to see if Eric was up for a little wake-and-shake. Her hands slapped the empty bed and she pouted.
"Eric?" she called, a wonderful aroma meeting her nose as she did. "Are you making coffee already? I'll fall in love with you, or deepthroat you, your choice, if you are!"
He didn't answer.
She opened her eyes and saw that his new suit was missing. An empty hanger was hooked to the coathanger next to the closet. She climbed out of bed, frowning, and walked out into the living room.
It was empty. She could smell the coffee even stronger, and she walked into the kitchen to find the coffee pot full and a business card sitting next to it. She picked it up and peered at it with sleep-bleary eyes.
"Eric Stephens, Private Investigations, Corporate Espionage, Bail Bonds, Security Consultation," she read out loud. There was a QR code on it, so she picked up her phone from where it had been flung to the floor last night and scanned it. While the page loaded, she glanced in the bathroom to see Eric's old clothes still piled there.
She glanced at her phone to see a very clean-shaven and well-dressed Eric smiling at the camera at the top of a very tastefully designed web page. She scrolled through it for a moment, confused.
That was, until she looked to her own pile of clothes by the safe and saw the door still hanging open. With a gasp, she rushed over only to find the safe empty. Both of her scripts were gone!
"Shit!" she shouted.
The door opened and a large, muscular man dressed like a lawyer rushed in, a gun in hand.
"Miss Ohma, is everything all right?" he asked after scanning the room and peering through the open doors.
"No," Sookie wailed. "I just got my scripts stolen!"
"The gentleman who left this morning?" her guard asked. She nodded. "I'm so sorry, Miss Ohma. I would have stopped him if I knew."
"No, you did fine," Sookie said as her eyes filled with frustrated tears. "You're used to men heading out in the morning. Usually they do it after I wake up and we can get another good fuck in, but still... You didn't do anything wrong."
"He left a note," the guard said. "I saw it taped to the inside of the door." Sookie looked over and saw a folded piece of paper taped there. She stalked over and ripped it down, sniffling angrily and wiping at her eyes to read it.

Dear Sookie, 

Last night was probably the best night I've had in my life. It's certainly the best night I can remember. If you ever want to do it again, just let me know. I left you a card by the coffee machine, and there's a full pot for you, as well. If you don't ever want to see me again, well, I guess I understand. I'm sorry to have left the way I did, but I'm a man of my word, and my client was willing to pay a lot of money for that script. I hope this doesn't hurt you too much. For what it's worth, I'm sorry if I upset you. Wishing you all the best, Eric
Sookie crumbled up the paper and angrily threw it across the room.
"Motherfucker!" she shouted. The guard winced, but said nothing.
"He scammed me," Sookie said. "Got a nice new suit out of me, seduced me with that redwood growing between his legs and then ran off with my fucking scripts!"
She let her claws form and dug them into her thighs, carving bloody furrows that healed almost as fast as she made them. The guard started and rushed over.
"Ma'am, please," he said. "I'm not supposed to let you hurt yourself."
Sookie let him pull her hands up to her chest. She leaned into him for a moment. "You're married, aren't you?" she said.
"Uh, no," he said. Sookie turned her head to regard him. She didn't recognize him. "What's your name?"
"Devin, Ma'am," he said. "Devin Iglesias. This is my first shift on your detail."
"Who put you on this shift?"
"Uhh, Missus Williams. She said I'd enjoy this detail, and I agreed. I'm a huge fan of your show, Miss Ohma."
"Are you gay?" Sookie asked. Devin blinked. "Uh, no, Ma'am."
Sookie smiled. "I need you to do two things," she said.
"The second, and most important thing, I need you to call the office and ask for any information they have on a private investigator named Eric Stephens who works out of LA."
Devin nodded. "Yes, ma'am. And the first thing?"
Sookie smiled wider. "I need you to find out the real reason why Inanna thought you'd enjoy this posting."

i had a dream where i was walking up the stairs and my only current friend and one other ex friend (we fought and sometimes talk to eachother calmly but were not friends) were walking up beside me and i was in the middle and infront of my ex friend my science teacher was walking up so i said hi to her and she ignored me then my ex friend said hi and she said hi back so i said “why do you always ignore me?” i can’t remember what was said after but then she said something to my ex friend and sounded frustrated at her and said something like “she said hi first, why am i sayin hi to you” anyways then the teacher was right infront of me and my current friend stood to my right and my ex friend stood behind the teacher and the teacher gave me a black bag with a plushie in it, i said “what?” and the teacher replied with “its a gift, because you gave me one” (i have given the teacher a book like 2-3 weeks ago) and after i took the bag the teacher opened her arms for a hug and i huged her and she rested her head on my shoulder while doing so i was a bit surprised and rested my head on her shoulder too, i remember her face showing some sort of negative feeling it could be worry im not sure, the hug lasted a minute, then we all suddenly were at some rooftop and sat while i was playing with the plushie and my teacher was i think staring at me and my other friend was touching the plushie then started talking and my other friend was i think laying beside me there were stuff at the middle like food and notebooks and there was a plaid red and white food rug that we sat on, what does the dream mean?

So, long story short my gf is moving into my house(shared with some friends, one owns the house) with her cat. My roommate sprung on me yesterday that we need to have a door to my portion of the house(previously open, no door) or we can’t bring the cat.
She has to be out of her place tomorrow. So the door needs done today, when I get off work.
My plan in essence was to buy a 48x80 sliding door from home depot(closest, fastest place within my budget), build a simple square frame above it from 2x4s to allow it to reach the ceiling, and I would have to build one side of a frame that extends from the wall for the door to brace on.
Basically, the sliding door would connect on one side to the outer wall of the house. But, the other side would not line up with the opposite wall of the room, so I’d need a beam or some kind of extension to connect it to.
My plan was: buy the door , a ton of screws and or nails, a 4x4 beam to extend off the wall, a couple of 2x4s for the top frame, and it should be enough to get me through?
Think I need anything else? Is my plan too complicated? I basically need this done today.

Miss Crane

Class: Caster
True Name: Miss Crane
Gender: Female
Origin: Japanese Folklore, Chinese Folklore, etc.
Region: Japan
Alignment: Neutral Good
Height: 173cm
Weight: 55kg
Strength: E
Endurance: E
Agility: D+
Mana: C+
Luck: D
Noble Phantasm: EX
Character Creator: Tanaka Ten
Character Design: Shaka-P
Character Voice: Kaori Mizuhashi

Class Skills

Territory Creation (Atelier): C+
This skill specializes in clothing and apparel, and the quality of her work when created inside this territory both improves and gains additional effects. While the barrier provides a visual obstruction to prevent any from seeing inside, it is not so effective at protecting those within from attack.
Item Construction (Cloth): A
Allows for the creation of high quality cloth and clothing, imbued with magical energy

Personal Skills

Lady's Affection for Garments: EX
Proof of her love of all types of clothing. Even should it be a garment made without heart, her lightest touch will set it ablaze with the joy of life.
Overnight Haori: B
Instantly deploys a Bounded Field atelier, allowing her to lose herself in her work. At the same time, her passionate drive to create great pieces also burns the life out of her.
Thousand-Year Gratitude: A
Her gratitude for any kindness received will never be forgotten. Even after a thousand years, the sentiment neither disappears nor fades; it will remain as strong as the day she experienced that kindness. And now is the time to offer myself to return the favor.
The Crane's Hidden Measuring: A
The ability to instantly take the measurements of anyone she lays eyes on even over their clothes and immediately calculate all the correct values in relation to their body shape. This is important personal information and will NOT be disclosed. The dimensions and weight of fabric can also be identified at a glance
Since it's a skill used for tailoring in peacetime. It is not used in "FateGO".

Noble Phantasm

『Innocence, The Crane's Tearful Farewell Poem』
Rank: EX
NP Type: Anti-Personnel
Range: 1 - 10
Maximum Targets: 1
Ten-i Muhou, Tsuru no Enishi Namida no Wakare.
A supreme piece of clothing woven with all her heart and soul. This Noble Phantasm (temporarily) manifests the ideal clothing all tailors and fashion designers seek to create. The sheer perfection of it is beyond human comprehension, and its beauty and comfort are on par with the Japanese celestial maiden's legend of the "Hagoromo." It is the very epitome of innocence.
The power this clothing possesses is quite simple: it offers hope to the wearer. That is all. Hope, hope, and more hope. So long as they have hope in their hearts, people can continue on, overcoming fear and adversity of any sort. At least, the clothing gives the wearer cause to believe so.
But creating clothing of that caliber can also be very draining to the creator. Once her masterpiece clothes your form, you are bound to realize: ah, she has flown away, beyond the sunset, leaving a memento of herself...

Character

First-person pronoun: Watashi
Second-person pronoun: Anata
Third-person pronoun: Anokata/〇〇-san/〇〇-chan
Method of Addressing Master: MasP-chan/〇〇-san

Personality

Good, kind, polite. Above all, she is loyal. She always repays favours and does the best she can.
She has a gentle sociability and can quickly establish a comfortable atmosphere, even when meeting people for the first time. However when it comes to idols and clothing she tends to go overboard despite her self-restraint.

Motivation and Attitude to Master

Affectionate, playful and loyal
She is reserved, but not passive. Tends to go all out if it's for Master's sake. Good at all household chores, a hard worker who spares no effort.
However, she do not approve of participating in evil or cruelty, and if forced to do so, will leave out of grief.

Dialog Examples

"You showed me kindness, so I'll devote everything I have to you"
"I have received your order. A dress that will make you shine, I'll certainly have it made and delivered to you"
"Now, stick your chest out and lift your head. Oh, Excellant! It suits you well. ...... Hey, you look great. Don't worry. You'll be fine."
"New stage clothes!? By tomorrow? Understood, I'll make them! Hmm, this is so exciting! It is my élan vital"

Historical Conditions and Figure

Her origins aren't human.
As the person themselves say they are an 'animal' that has taken the form of a human by chance. In China, they are the so-called 'crane who had come to repay a favour', and in Japan they are depicted in folk tales such as 'Kaima' and 'Onna'.
The way these stories usually go is that a kind person saves the crane from a trap and the crane repays the favour by taking the form of a human being. The target of the repayment may be an old couple or a young man, depending on the local tradition. When the target is a young man she repays him by becoming his wife adding an element of inter-species marriage to the tale. The crane weaves fabrics from its own feathers, bringing great wealth to the object of its gratitude, but is forced to leave when it is seen in its true form.
In the Muromachi period picture scroll, Tsuru no Zoshi, the crane becomes the wife of the young man, but the way of repaying the favor is different, and there is no element of weaving in the tale. In this story the wife gives the young man a monster called "Wasawai" in order to get revenge for the unreasonable demands of those in power

Figure within FGO

A peculiar big sister type crane who puts her all into making clothes and promoting idols either with pure hearted honesty or passion without ambition
She has encountered three wishes so far.
Paris. A Master and a friend who i shared happiness and sorrow with. The name of the wish i received was 'clothing' and I became absolutely absorbed with them. But she is gone
Chaldea. The gentle Romani Archaman gave me room and rest. The name of the wish I received was 'idol' and I became addicted to them But he too is gone
The Micro Singularity Moonlight Epitaph.
Confused by the Holy Grail, i twisted my two wishes into an eternal stage. However the Master of Chaldea and Echan stopped that mistake
And thought me my last wish
Thank you Good bye and I'll see you soon
......Hi I'm back!.
Miss Crane's Costume Shop is now open 24/7
It seems that there are a lot of visitors, not only because they sell spiritrion dresses, but also because they easily respond to all fashion-related concerns.
In terms of payment she is too lax (she doesn't even ask for the bills), so a kind Servant who couldn't stand that ended up becoming her backer
At the end of her studies she obtained the skill "The Crane's Hidden Measuring" the ability to take measurements in a split second of visual inspection. However when actually making clothes she always uses a tape measure to be cautious. If she wanted to she could easily determine someone's measurements from a picture and cut out the fabric without using pattern paper. However she doesn't like doing that as she thinks it "lacks sincerity"
As her stat values show, Miss. Crane's direct combat skills are low.
Her skills as a Caster are also nothing to write home about.
Her Noble Phantasms' ability is just to produce nice clothes
If she were summoned in a normal Holy Grail War, it would be extremely difficult to hope for victory.
Buf if you want summon to support you If you want hope to move forward She will be there for you as your greatest companion Even if she disappears there will be a brocade outfit there to inspire you

Standard Weapons

Staff

Related Characters

Mysterious Idol X Alter
I like her (Immediate answer) Dear Echan. My idol. My best friend, and and... oh, I'm at a loss for words.Oh, hmmm, here it comes, an idea for a new outfit I want to dedicate to her!
I'll get it done in no time!
Habetrot
My sunshine. Spinning together, weaving together, carrying the needle together. What would we call it if we didn't call it happiness? You, lovely one, who gave me such wonderful warmth. I hope one day to be able to give you a beautiful outfit.
Medb
A valued customer. Retakes, specification changes, additional orders, you name it, she's done it. Unreasonable demands are proof of her trust in a tailor after all. I am very happy to do anything for her. And she's so, so, so cute! She is so cute And the clothes look good on her She seriously looks good She's like an idol queen, isn't she?
Tamano Cat
A strange friend She comes on a whim and tidies up my room, which tends to be a bit messy, with her brilliant handiwork. I can't stop thinking about her. When I offered her a carrot as a thank you, she left headbanging while saying "Onore Red Hare"
Okada Izō
Okada's orders were short and crisp, which was helpful. When the clothes were finished, he was so happy and he smiled so adorably. By the way what about the bill? That reminds me the other day Mr Sakamoto came and picked up the clothes
Medea
Someone to give advice on magecraft Also friends who share ideas for new clothes over tea. Come to think of it that golden fleece is so soft. Just trying to remember it makes me.......Ah
Hassan of the Hundred Personas
Ah I see... A Spiritrion Dress usable by all the Hassans materializing through Delusional Illusion. Yes, yes, I can do it! It's the ultimate goal of a tailor. Now come at me
Romani Archaman
I must apologize to you. The truth we pursued together: 'What is an idol?'
This philosophical question still has no definitive answer. After all, there are too many incredibly dazzling idols.
They're all different! They're all charming!
There is no single 'correct' answer!
Ah, of course, I know very well that you are a devoted fan of the super strong, fiery, and magical Mari-chan.
We'll surely continue this conversation someday

Comments from illustrator

In the initial draft, she looked younger than she does now, but I wanted her to look more mature so I raised her head slightly in the clean-up phase. A large witch hat was essential for the second ascension and it was difficult to balance with the staff when creating the battle sprites. The third ascension is an orthodox Japanese-style beauty, with no adornment herself but with the haori as the main part of her design (Shaka-P)

So here’s the situation. My cousin is getting married in a few weeks. We will call her Willow (30F) She has a sister named Bella (30F) who grew up with my mom & her sister Violet (45F) and Gordy (50F). Way back when Gordys husband Eugene (50M) sexually assaulted my mom with my dad and my aunt Gordy both present. After this he had made some inappropriate comments and moves on Bella when she was a lot younger. Then, last year Eugene sexually assaulted Gordys best friend in the same way as my mom. Pretty much everyone in our entire family was wearing the Brittany shirt “dump him” in their minds. My family is also very fake though and not very assertive ie passive aggressive, talks behind peoples back, mental illness etc so who knows how much of that talk was genuine. We (excluding my Dad) saw Eugene at a party for my cousin last summer and it was very uncomfortable and awkward. Since the party my mom and I grew a lot closer and she started confiding in me with more and more that has happened and in turn we have been working on setting boundaries. I am of the opinion that my mom should never have had to be subjected to Eugene’s presence (the SA happened a few years ago) and he propositioned my mom again after at a hotel where my cousins and I were sleeping as well as Gordy. So obviously there is a pattern and at least 2 women who have been assaulted and others who have said that he has done things that have made them uncomfortable. In result of working on boundaries, my mom decided not to go to Eugene’s house for thanksgiving like we usually do and also decided to make it clear to Gordy that he is not invited to Christmas at our house. Apparently she’s had a problem with this since Christmas and hasn’t said anything until now. One of her children actually stayed home with Eugene which we didn’t know until recently as well. So here comes the problem: Willow wedding is in a couple of weeks and Eugene is invited and his invite has been accepted. Bella and I have talked about the situation extensively and she told me that Willow and her soon to be husband decided to leave it up to Gordy to invite Eugene or not. There are a few other events this summer that we may encounter him as well but we have decided to not attend and create plans with the person the events are honoring on our own instead. We can’t do this with the wedding because I am giving a reading during the ceremony. But I am having overwhelming anxiety knowing the situation. There will be an open bar which worries me because Eugene is an alcoholic and his “excuse” for sexually assaulting women is that he doesn’t remember due to drinking. My parents have made many strides this year and my Dad who was a heavy drinker his whole adult life is now sober and my mom very rarely partakes. The reception is also in the hotel that everyone is staying at. I feel that Willow should tell Gordy not to invite her husband due to the fact that he makes everyone uncomfortable including the maid of honor - Bella (her twin)! We are already RSVP’ed but I just feel like this is a big problem for me and I don’t know if I even want to go to the wedding anymore. I’m not sure what to do. I don’t understand why my family doesn’t see a problem with a serial predator being invited to a room full of liquored up young women.

Please dont judge me. My wife and I care caring parents and this was a really scary experience. My 4yo son got out today. I didn't lock the top lock of the fence last night and he must have opened it. We had a babysitter over who must not have been watching him until it was too late. I saw him chasing a garbage truck on my camera but it was too late. He was found by the police further away than I would have ever imagined. He crossed roads. This was so scary. How do I track him?
My son is non verbal, but growing his vocabulary and he loves garbage trucks. I'm pretty upset that the garbage men wouldn't have done anything.
My son got so far away. How do I track him?

Hey all! My name is Tony and I'm a rising senior at Emory who is planning on interning in DC in the fall. I know this is SUPER last minute but if anyone is still looking for people to sublease their place (preferably private room and near a metro station) please feel free to message me! I'm going to be starting 6/12 so please lmk asap!!

I've(26F) been having intense feelings of betrayal with regard to my boyfriend (28M) and my mother, i feel that my mother is "involved" with my guy, i sometimes feel she may be "involved" with my brother (23M) as well. I get enraged and start feeling really angry at her, I feel like she's wronging me in some way. Im not sure what exactly. I have no proof of this other than just this intrinsic feeling I have. I'm unable to distinguish between what is right and what i think is right. This is causing me to doubt my boyfriend, and my close relationships, I'm afraid that if we get married I'll keep doubting him with my mom. (Meanwhile my relationship with my father is improving. Like I'm more open and sharing stuff with my father more than I used to) Am I going through some daady issues phase or are these mommy issues? My mother is actually quite narcissistic. Im not sure what's happening. Any help as to what I can do to stop these intrusive thoughts would greatly help.