Etsy dining table and chairs
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We want to increase awareness of the necessity to carry around sand in order to escape a violent situation
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2023.05.30 20:02 TheMostWildRaccoon What table saw to purchase
Steve Ramsey has his guide to making a shop under $1000, in the guide it has the rigid 10” portable table saw. I was wondering if that is decent or is there anything else in the <$350 range. Craigslist and fb market around me has table saws on sale for slightly less than store price so not worth it when I could spend 50 more and get it new. Any info is appreciated!
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2023.05.30 20:02 PlantsNBugs23 Do you believe in skin stereotypes?
Be nice about it.
I think all binary star Wu Changs are silly, never met a serious binary star haver. I fear default skin smiley and hell embers. Exoplanet Feaster's are merciless, they don't even graffiti back, Default Ann..... definitely exist, Wardens are equally silly and will become a helicopter after chairing someone.
I am scared of BSD acrobats (the lemon guy is from BSD right?), I don't believe default skin doctors take the game seriously.
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I think all binary star Wu Changs are silly, never met a serious binary star haver. I fear default skin smiley and hell embers. Exoplanet Feaster's are merciless, they don't even graffiti back, Default Ann..... definitely exist, Wardens are equally silly and will become a helicopter after chairing someone.
I am scared of BSD acrobats (the lemon guy is from BSD right?), I don't believe default skin doctors take the game seriously.
2023.05.30 20:02 myaugustdawn MOTN wake-ups while roomsharing... HELP!!!
Our 9.5 month old EBF baby did really well with CIO for bedtime (was going to sleep without a fuss within a week) but we always brought him back to bed (we had been cosleeping his whole life) after his first couple of wakeups (usually 2-3 hours apart). It feels like every time I am determined to leave him in his crib all night (except for feeds at least 3 hours apart) he has a terrible night. (Sorry for all the parentheses...)
This was last night:
Asleep at 7:45 as soon as I put him in the crib.
I went to bed in the same room at 10. We have no other option except the couch, and my husband has been there the last 3 nights.
1st wakeup 10:45, fed, put back in crib and asleep within seconds.
2nd wakeup ~1:40 fed, put back in crib at 1:50. Cried until 3:05 or 3:15; time began to blur at this point.
Slept for roughly 30 minutes, cried from 3:45 to 4:30, at which point I went to pick him up and found him sitting up in the corner of his crib. He had zero interest in nursing, so we just rocked in the rocking chair while I cried and tried to decide what to do next. I ended up bringing him to bed with me and we more or less crashed and nursed on/off until 8am. I know that might not have been in the best interest of progress, but all I could think about was how much sleep we had both lost in one night and how wrecked we would both be today if we didn't enter sleep survival mode.
Please, please, please, if you have any insights or suggestions, please let me know. I'm close to the end of my sleep rope.
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This was last night:
Asleep at 7:45 as soon as I put him in the crib.
I went to bed in the same room at 10. We have no other option except the couch, and my husband has been there the last 3 nights.
1st wakeup 10:45, fed, put back in crib and asleep within seconds.
2nd wakeup ~1:40 fed, put back in crib at 1:50. Cried until 3:05 or 3:15; time began to blur at this point.
Slept for roughly 30 minutes, cried from 3:45 to 4:30, at which point I went to pick him up and found him sitting up in the corner of his crib. He had zero interest in nursing, so we just rocked in the rocking chair while I cried and tried to decide what to do next. I ended up bringing him to bed with me and we more or less crashed and nursed on/off until 8am. I know that might not have been in the best interest of progress, but all I could think about was how much sleep we had both lost in one night and how wrecked we would both be today if we didn't enter sleep survival mode.
Please, please, please, if you have any insights or suggestions, please let me know. I'm close to the end of my sleep rope.
2023.05.30 20:02 Neither_Patient_7358 A question for the guys
I first met this guy back in November of last year at my new job. I followed him on Instagram before that, he had accepted, and then followed me back. On the very first day of training for the job— I kid you not, he coincidentally saw me walk by him like twice and texted me saying that he would come upstairs to see me after he viewed and replied to my story indicating that I was there. I had absolutely no idea that he was already working at the same place I had just signed up for. He eventually got upstairs to where I was, sat down across from me, and we talked for I believe a good 30 minutes.
At this point, we’ve only been familiar with each other for 7 months now. We’ve never had any other actual conversation aside from the one we had on that day. We only say hi whenever we see each other in the halls at school. Lately, not so much. This is where I’m curious. The last time we ever texted was when he replied to my last story where I indicated that I was in a certain restaurant of the community we work in, saying that I should wait until I see the one he’s at, in a humorous manner of course. I replied about 30 minutes later merely asking if they got outdoor dining. Ever since that text message, he’s been very distant by either turning away or immediately looking down at his phone whenever I see him or he sees me. Left me on delivered during the week until he eventually saw it over the weekend. I just don’t get it.
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At this point, we’ve only been familiar with each other for 7 months now. We’ve never had any other actual conversation aside from the one we had on that day. We only say hi whenever we see each other in the halls at school. Lately, not so much. This is where I’m curious. The last time we ever texted was when he replied to my last story where I indicated that I was in a certain restaurant of the community we work in, saying that I should wait until I see the one he’s at, in a humorous manner of course. I replied about 30 minutes later merely asking if they got outdoor dining. Ever since that text message, he’s been very distant by either turning away or immediately looking down at his phone whenever I see him or he sees me. Left me on delivered during the week until he eventually saw it over the weekend. I just don’t get it.
2023.05.30 20:02 IaProc [First of Our Kind] - Chapter 31 - Part I
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Chapter 31
It was a long while before Quin stirred. He knew it was well past the 14:00 mark when the crew would have re-boarded. He glanced down at his armband and saw 18:43. He was thirteen minutes late to the dinner hour. The weight of everything sitting heavy on his shoulders, he lethargically pushed himself out of bed and sat on the edge, his face in his hands. Falling forward onto his feet, he trudged over to the door and unlocked it. Out in the corridor, he found almost no one. A lone security officer made his way slowly around the corner as he was looking down at a tablet. He paid no mind to Quin and he slowly passed, heading to the cafeteria.
Maybe I can grab something to eat really quick before anyone recognizes I’m there, he hoped. They should all be busy eating, I could just slip in and out. He had no intention to speak to anyone. His armband and even the screen in his room were unusually silent, which didn’t bother him too much, given the way that he was feeling. He knew he would eventually have to face the crew, and especially Nova, back at work the next day. I technically should have been back already. There was mixture of fury, shame, and uncertainty brewing in his gut and he wanted to quash it before having to meet anyone. He breathed slowly, deeply, and leaned up against a wall. He let his head rest against the wall and felt the queasy feeling subside a bit. He sighed and pushed out a long exhale, leaving the wall.
He saw no one as he wound through the crew dormitories, arriving at the main hallway that connected the crew living space, the command deck, and the working spaces. Right on the edge of this junction, the main cafeteria’s double doors opened into a massive bay, with tables stretching far down the open space leading to the serving line and kitchens in back. Quin knew that back there, Bostwick had arranged to have coffee served continuously. He looked around and saw pockets of people eating and a larger crowd lounging around a group of tables. Quin saw Mae and Bostwick among the group and made to leave to avoid them, but Mae caught his eye and waved him over, preventing his escape.
Quin trudged over and sat down at the periphery of the group, He didn’t recognize a lot of the people sitting there, though he could remember a few being among Mae’s engineering section. He supposed the others were a good mix, some being security, judging by their builds and haircuts.
Mae leaned toward him a whispered, “As you can imagine, word has travelled fast.” This set Quin on edge. He in no way felt ready to confront his fellow crewmembers about what took place in that hangar. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat before he felt a hand on his upper arm. Mae was looking at him, meeting his eye as he silently pleaded to escape. Her firm clutch on his arm was remarkably comforting.
“It’s okay, Quin,” Mae whispered to him. “Nothing is going to happen. I’m here and so is Commander Bostwick. Stay, eat.” She slid him her tray where a good portion of her meal was untouched. He grabbed a rehydrated roll and tore off a bit. It was about all he could stomach. He chewed slowly and let his eyes trace the floor tiles between his feet. It allowed him to be ignored by the ongoing chatter while still paying attention to what was being said. A number of the crew were debating amongst themselves, some more loudly than others.
“Drake here thinks we can just go killing each other willy-nilly,” one crewmember said loudly. She gestured to an older, scruffy looking man in a white t-shirt and a stained apron reclining against the table, a hardened look about him. He was the head of the kitchen crew that Quin remembered from his first briefing.
“Shoulda killed ‘em while she had ‘em pinned,” Drake grunted. His accent was more British than anything, though it was course and not like some of the academy instructors’ more refined dialect.
“You can’t be serious, Drake. Killing another person? That’s so senseless,” Mae said.
“Goddamn thief, gotta lot less than ‘e deserved,” Drake scowled.
“Drake, we’re on a goddam humanitarian mission, for the love of…” Mae quipped, exasperated. “How can you be for killing this guy when we are trying to save all those people of Gaia?”
“It’s tha’ job, girlie,” Drake retorted. “You officer types got all these ideas. You know how much a support staff gets from this? Imma retire tha’ minute we get back.”
“Well, sure, there’s that,” Mae said, a little resigned. “But there’s also the humanist principle. Protecting and promoting human life.”
“Life is pointless, dearie. Th’ sooner you reconcile yerself with tha’, the sooner you will be comfortable with th’ fact tha’ nothing you do matters. Tha’ bloke is insignificant. An’ so are you,” Drake stated, punctuating his last sentence with a jab of the finger at Mae.
“Why are you being so cold?” Mae said, rather hurt.
“Cause life hurts, right Chief?” Drake sneered. He turned to Commander Bostwick with raised eyebrows. It was clear that Bostwick was now the only person that could say anything that would be heard by the entire group, Drake included. The familiarity of the remark seemed to indicate that Bostwick and Drake had been on missions before together.
“Actually, Drake, I don’t agree,” Louis said, seemingly waking out of a deep reverie.
“Really? You think this whol’ thing ain’t some crock of shit?” Drake asked incredulously.
“I have long ago come to terms with how small I am compared to the grand arch of the universe. You can’t be a space traveler and not see that. In my experience, it usually drives people to one of two extremes: they either become extremely religious in their search for belonging and purpose, or they become so nihilistic that caring goes the way of the common cold: extinct. I see that you tend towards the latter. Me?” Louis shrugged, offering, “I take a different approach. Yes, our existence has a sense of cosmic horror and pointlessness. We are not some Ancient Ones, consuming worlds and manipulating the very fabric of physical laws. We are subject to the universe’s ebbs and flows. So, what do we do? What can we do? We give our lives purpose; we give them meaning.”
“Yer just like ‘er,” Drake said, shaking his head and flapping his hands to wave him off. “Sentimental wishing that’ll save tha worl’.”
“Perhaps. Though I would say I’ve seen quite a few loved ones and colleagues senselessly killed: training accident mishaps, space travel cataclysms, incurable diseases, not to mention at the end of a gun.” Quin was frozen, though he was staring intently at the floor so as to not meet anyone’s gaze. He knew who Bostwick was talking about when listing those causes, and Quin felt his stomach churn violently when imagining himself being on that list.
“Their deaths affect everyone around them and funerals are for the living,” Bostwick continued. “You can’t see that and not be angry at the universe for what seems like random fatal chance. I know I have been at some points. So, I’ve come to look at it this way. In light of everything that could go wrong at any time, YOU, yourself, are responsible for giving your life meaning.”
“Philosophical bullshit,” Drake said, interrupting, and crossing his arms and leaning back against a cafeteria table.
“Shut the hell up, Drake,” Mae said testily, turning back to Louis.
“It’s okay, Mae, everyone is entitled to their opinion,” Louis said, smiling softly.
“Sure, but he keeps dismissing it without letting you explain it. What do you mean by ‘giving meaning’?”
“Hmm, well, look at it like this. Whatever you do in life, you are remembered by. Everyone interprets things too, so your meaning is the only thing that comes from you, intrinsically. Once you put it out there, it’s for others to deal with as they please. Especially in death. That’s why we gild our historical figures, we project our best wishes on them, despite what meaning they may have intended for their life. It is only in your own life and your own motivations that you are able to control your meaning, your purpose, so that is why you have to live your life as fully as possible.”
“Wow, that’s pretty heady,” Mae said, smiling a bit.
“Not really. Look at it like this. When the Europeans set out to conquer the American continents, they were after large amounts of gold. Gold, itself, has no real intrinsic purpose, until a person comes along and gives it a purpose or meaning by using it for something. So, the Europeans ascribed it tremendous value. The Native Americans living on those two continents, millions of people spread across thousands of miles of land and spanning cultures, languages, and beliefs, were subject to such cruelty and horror, through genocide and plague, all because the Europeans ascribed value to a particular resource. And the kicker is, these native groups held that resource in a different regard. Imagine an alien race coming along and saying that your…shoes,” Louis said, gesturing toward Mae’s feet, “were extremely valuable and were going to trade you for them. And you refused, so they killed you for them. Wouldn’t you think that their purpose for shoes is a little…off?”
Mae simply nodded. The rest of the cafeteria was silent.
“Sure. Humans are the only beings that we know of right now that can not only give purpose to things, but also to themselves. It’s why our species had religion for so long. People seek purpose. Now, I have no patience for such a system where my purpose is controlled by something else. Some people go their entire lives, repeating a mundane set of tasks within a relatively limited amount of space, and call that living. If that’s where they get their own purpose, then fine. But I’ve concluded that living a purpose-driven life means taking personal responsibility for one’s own actions and putting it at the service of others. I give myself purpose. That’s why I’m here. I’m fortunate that my life’s purpose is aligned with the humanitarian ideals present in our mission. Many people search a long time to find such a unity of purpose.”
“So yeh’ve got yer altruism an’ it keeps you warm an’ fed at nigh’,” Drake said sarcastically.
“I’ve got my bread and my cot, so I’m taken care of. I’m speaking about a higher search for meaning. I believe to my core that such a mission is purposeful, because I am dedicating my existence to others. I’ve come to accept my fate. If I die—and I shall because all of us are only temporary passengers on this journey—then my life’s meaning is crystal clear,” Louis finished, sitting back in his chair, taking a sip of coffee, and glancing over at Quin, who was busy tracing a panel of floor tiling with his eyes and trying to soak in everything Louis said. “And if it needs to be stated for the record, I’m also opposed to killing anyone onboard this ship, or off it for that matter, no matter what crime they are believed to have committed.”
Drake stood up, staring at Louis, and wiped his nose on his sleeve. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but instead just shook his head and wagged his finger and stomped off to the kitchen.
Quin stood up too and skulked off out the main cafeteria doors. Louis jumped up and chased after him, leaving the rest of the room sitting quietly.
“Quin! QUIN! Will you just stop and talk to me?!” Louis said part-way down the hall, grabbing Quin’s arm and turning it. Quin’s eyes were burning as he was trying hard to hold in his guilt.
“Okay, come on,” Louis said, guiding him down the hallway.
They walked a full quarter length of the massive ship, Louis guiding him through the twists and turns of the labyrinth that was the Nemo. They passed through the portal leading to officer quarters and arrived at Louis’s chamber. The walls closed in around Quin as he and Louis crammed themselves into the room. Louis sat Quin down on the bed and took the desk chair.
“You need to cool down,” Louis said. “I know it’s not your fault. You have this really annoying, yet really endearing habit of carrying the weight of the cosmos on your shoulders. Even Atlas himself asked for a break. No one is dead.”
“Yeah, but it could have gone a lot worse. And I had no way of controlling it, yet I’m still responsible for it, Louis,” Quin half-shouted, launching himself up and pacing the small room. Bostwick’s eyes followed him back and forth. “I can’t face Captain Fuentes, or the other crew, let alone Nova. I don’t know what to say to her. Aside from that I almost got someone killed.”
“Like I said, Quin,” Louis said, smiling softly, his piercing grey eyes suddenly warm, “leave it to others to gab about the situation and suppose everything. You, yourself, are the only person who knows what is in your heart. But, my friend, I think I can guess what’s in there.”
Quin’s his chest was tight as he was burning up with humiliation and rage.
“You know what I do when I need to calm down?” Louis asked.
“What’s…that…” Quin said between slow breaths to calm himself, the tightness in his chest refusing to abate.
“You ever heard of Hendrix?”
“No, what’s that?”
“You mean, who’s that,” Louis said, hopping up. “Take a deep breath, lean back, and rest your head. Let the music wash over you.”
Quin laid his head back against the wall next to the bed and got comfortable.
“Now, center yourself. Take a deep breath,” Bostwick said softly as he scrolled through a menu on his tablet in the wall. He pressed play on his tablet, and the first twangy guitar strums filled the room, like a heartbeat, pulsing the air through Quin’s chest.
Quin let his eyes go unfocused and closed them as the lyrics began emanating from the nothingness around him. “After all the jacks are in their boxes…” the cool edge of the singer’s voice and the slow, driving grit of the guitar took over him, and he drifted off to sleep. The Nemo cruised on into the black, and it was as if Jimi and space fused as one, his music making the nothingness swell with soul. “And the wind…cries…Mary.”
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Chapter 31
It was a long while before Quin stirred. He knew it was well past the 14:00 mark when the crew would have re-boarded. He glanced down at his armband and saw 18:43. He was thirteen minutes late to the dinner hour. The weight of everything sitting heavy on his shoulders, he lethargically pushed himself out of bed and sat on the edge, his face in his hands. Falling forward onto his feet, he trudged over to the door and unlocked it. Out in the corridor, he found almost no one. A lone security officer made his way slowly around the corner as he was looking down at a tablet. He paid no mind to Quin and he slowly passed, heading to the cafeteria.
Maybe I can grab something to eat really quick before anyone recognizes I’m there, he hoped. They should all be busy eating, I could just slip in and out. He had no intention to speak to anyone. His armband and even the screen in his room were unusually silent, which didn’t bother him too much, given the way that he was feeling. He knew he would eventually have to face the crew, and especially Nova, back at work the next day. I technically should have been back already. There was mixture of fury, shame, and uncertainty brewing in his gut and he wanted to quash it before having to meet anyone. He breathed slowly, deeply, and leaned up against a wall. He let his head rest against the wall and felt the queasy feeling subside a bit. He sighed and pushed out a long exhale, leaving the wall.
He saw no one as he wound through the crew dormitories, arriving at the main hallway that connected the crew living space, the command deck, and the working spaces. Right on the edge of this junction, the main cafeteria’s double doors opened into a massive bay, with tables stretching far down the open space leading to the serving line and kitchens in back. Quin knew that back there, Bostwick had arranged to have coffee served continuously. He looked around and saw pockets of people eating and a larger crowd lounging around a group of tables. Quin saw Mae and Bostwick among the group and made to leave to avoid them, but Mae caught his eye and waved him over, preventing his escape.
Quin trudged over and sat down at the periphery of the group, He didn’t recognize a lot of the people sitting there, though he could remember a few being among Mae’s engineering section. He supposed the others were a good mix, some being security, judging by their builds and haircuts.
Mae leaned toward him a whispered, “As you can imagine, word has travelled fast.” This set Quin on edge. He in no way felt ready to confront his fellow crewmembers about what took place in that hangar. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat before he felt a hand on his upper arm. Mae was looking at him, meeting his eye as he silently pleaded to escape. Her firm clutch on his arm was remarkably comforting.
“It’s okay, Quin,” Mae whispered to him. “Nothing is going to happen. I’m here and so is Commander Bostwick. Stay, eat.” She slid him her tray where a good portion of her meal was untouched. He grabbed a rehydrated roll and tore off a bit. It was about all he could stomach. He chewed slowly and let his eyes trace the floor tiles between his feet. It allowed him to be ignored by the ongoing chatter while still paying attention to what was being said. A number of the crew were debating amongst themselves, some more loudly than others.
“Drake here thinks we can just go killing each other willy-nilly,” one crewmember said loudly. She gestured to an older, scruffy looking man in a white t-shirt and a stained apron reclining against the table, a hardened look about him. He was the head of the kitchen crew that Quin remembered from his first briefing.
“Shoulda killed ‘em while she had ‘em pinned,” Drake grunted. His accent was more British than anything, though it was course and not like some of the academy instructors’ more refined dialect.
“You can’t be serious, Drake. Killing another person? That’s so senseless,” Mae said.
“Goddamn thief, gotta lot less than ‘e deserved,” Drake scowled.
“Drake, we’re on a goddam humanitarian mission, for the love of…” Mae quipped, exasperated. “How can you be for killing this guy when we are trying to save all those people of Gaia?”
“It’s tha’ job, girlie,” Drake retorted. “You officer types got all these ideas. You know how much a support staff gets from this? Imma retire tha’ minute we get back.”
“Well, sure, there’s that,” Mae said, a little resigned. “But there’s also the humanist principle. Protecting and promoting human life.”
“Life is pointless, dearie. Th’ sooner you reconcile yerself with tha’, the sooner you will be comfortable with th’ fact tha’ nothing you do matters. Tha’ bloke is insignificant. An’ so are you,” Drake stated, punctuating his last sentence with a jab of the finger at Mae.
“Why are you being so cold?” Mae said, rather hurt.
“Cause life hurts, right Chief?” Drake sneered. He turned to Commander Bostwick with raised eyebrows. It was clear that Bostwick was now the only person that could say anything that would be heard by the entire group, Drake included. The familiarity of the remark seemed to indicate that Bostwick and Drake had been on missions before together.
“Actually, Drake, I don’t agree,” Louis said, seemingly waking out of a deep reverie.
“Really? You think this whol’ thing ain’t some crock of shit?” Drake asked incredulously.
“I have long ago come to terms with how small I am compared to the grand arch of the universe. You can’t be a space traveler and not see that. In my experience, it usually drives people to one of two extremes: they either become extremely religious in their search for belonging and purpose, or they become so nihilistic that caring goes the way of the common cold: extinct. I see that you tend towards the latter. Me?” Louis shrugged, offering, “I take a different approach. Yes, our existence has a sense of cosmic horror and pointlessness. We are not some Ancient Ones, consuming worlds and manipulating the very fabric of physical laws. We are subject to the universe’s ebbs and flows. So, what do we do? What can we do? We give our lives purpose; we give them meaning.”
“Yer just like ‘er,” Drake said, shaking his head and flapping his hands to wave him off. “Sentimental wishing that’ll save tha worl’.”
“Perhaps. Though I would say I’ve seen quite a few loved ones and colleagues senselessly killed: training accident mishaps, space travel cataclysms, incurable diseases, not to mention at the end of a gun.” Quin was frozen, though he was staring intently at the floor so as to not meet anyone’s gaze. He knew who Bostwick was talking about when listing those causes, and Quin felt his stomach churn violently when imagining himself being on that list.
“Their deaths affect everyone around them and funerals are for the living,” Bostwick continued. “You can’t see that and not be angry at the universe for what seems like random fatal chance. I know I have been at some points. So, I’ve come to look at it this way. In light of everything that could go wrong at any time, YOU, yourself, are responsible for giving your life meaning.”
“Philosophical bullshit,” Drake said, interrupting, and crossing his arms and leaning back against a cafeteria table.
“Shut the hell up, Drake,” Mae said testily, turning back to Louis.
“It’s okay, Mae, everyone is entitled to their opinion,” Louis said, smiling softly.
“Sure, but he keeps dismissing it without letting you explain it. What do you mean by ‘giving meaning’?”
“Hmm, well, look at it like this. Whatever you do in life, you are remembered by. Everyone interprets things too, so your meaning is the only thing that comes from you, intrinsically. Once you put it out there, it’s for others to deal with as they please. Especially in death. That’s why we gild our historical figures, we project our best wishes on them, despite what meaning they may have intended for their life. It is only in your own life and your own motivations that you are able to control your meaning, your purpose, so that is why you have to live your life as fully as possible.”
“Wow, that’s pretty heady,” Mae said, smiling a bit.
“Not really. Look at it like this. When the Europeans set out to conquer the American continents, they were after large amounts of gold. Gold, itself, has no real intrinsic purpose, until a person comes along and gives it a purpose or meaning by using it for something. So, the Europeans ascribed it tremendous value. The Native Americans living on those two continents, millions of people spread across thousands of miles of land and spanning cultures, languages, and beliefs, were subject to such cruelty and horror, through genocide and plague, all because the Europeans ascribed value to a particular resource. And the kicker is, these native groups held that resource in a different regard. Imagine an alien race coming along and saying that your…shoes,” Louis said, gesturing toward Mae’s feet, “were extremely valuable and were going to trade you for them. And you refused, so they killed you for them. Wouldn’t you think that their purpose for shoes is a little…off?”
Mae simply nodded. The rest of the cafeteria was silent.
“Sure. Humans are the only beings that we know of right now that can not only give purpose to things, but also to themselves. It’s why our species had religion for so long. People seek purpose. Now, I have no patience for such a system where my purpose is controlled by something else. Some people go their entire lives, repeating a mundane set of tasks within a relatively limited amount of space, and call that living. If that’s where they get their own purpose, then fine. But I’ve concluded that living a purpose-driven life means taking personal responsibility for one’s own actions and putting it at the service of others. I give myself purpose. That’s why I’m here. I’m fortunate that my life’s purpose is aligned with the humanitarian ideals present in our mission. Many people search a long time to find such a unity of purpose.”
“So yeh’ve got yer altruism an’ it keeps you warm an’ fed at nigh’,” Drake said sarcastically.
“I’ve got my bread and my cot, so I’m taken care of. I’m speaking about a higher search for meaning. I believe to my core that such a mission is purposeful, because I am dedicating my existence to others. I’ve come to accept my fate. If I die—and I shall because all of us are only temporary passengers on this journey—then my life’s meaning is crystal clear,” Louis finished, sitting back in his chair, taking a sip of coffee, and glancing over at Quin, who was busy tracing a panel of floor tiling with his eyes and trying to soak in everything Louis said. “And if it needs to be stated for the record, I’m also opposed to killing anyone onboard this ship, or off it for that matter, no matter what crime they are believed to have committed.”
Drake stood up, staring at Louis, and wiped his nose on his sleeve. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but instead just shook his head and wagged his finger and stomped off to the kitchen.
Quin stood up too and skulked off out the main cafeteria doors. Louis jumped up and chased after him, leaving the rest of the room sitting quietly.
“Quin! QUIN! Will you just stop and talk to me?!” Louis said part-way down the hall, grabbing Quin’s arm and turning it. Quin’s eyes were burning as he was trying hard to hold in his guilt.
“Okay, come on,” Louis said, guiding him down the hallway.
They walked a full quarter length of the massive ship, Louis guiding him through the twists and turns of the labyrinth that was the Nemo. They passed through the portal leading to officer quarters and arrived at Louis’s chamber. The walls closed in around Quin as he and Louis crammed themselves into the room. Louis sat Quin down on the bed and took the desk chair.
“You need to cool down,” Louis said. “I know it’s not your fault. You have this really annoying, yet really endearing habit of carrying the weight of the cosmos on your shoulders. Even Atlas himself asked for a break. No one is dead.”
“Yeah, but it could have gone a lot worse. And I had no way of controlling it, yet I’m still responsible for it, Louis,” Quin half-shouted, launching himself up and pacing the small room. Bostwick’s eyes followed him back and forth. “I can’t face Captain Fuentes, or the other crew, let alone Nova. I don’t know what to say to her. Aside from that I almost got someone killed.”
“Like I said, Quin,” Louis said, smiling softly, his piercing grey eyes suddenly warm, “leave it to others to gab about the situation and suppose everything. You, yourself, are the only person who knows what is in your heart. But, my friend, I think I can guess what’s in there.”
Quin’s his chest was tight as he was burning up with humiliation and rage.
“You know what I do when I need to calm down?” Louis asked.
“What’s…that…” Quin said between slow breaths to calm himself, the tightness in his chest refusing to abate.
“You ever heard of Hendrix?”
“No, what’s that?”
“You mean, who’s that,” Louis said, hopping up. “Take a deep breath, lean back, and rest your head. Let the music wash over you.”
Quin laid his head back against the wall next to the bed and got comfortable.
“Now, center yourself. Take a deep breath,” Bostwick said softly as he scrolled through a menu on his tablet in the wall. He pressed play on his tablet, and the first twangy guitar strums filled the room, like a heartbeat, pulsing the air through Quin’s chest.
Quin let his eyes go unfocused and closed them as the lyrics began emanating from the nothingness around him. “After all the jacks are in their boxes…” the cool edge of the singer’s voice and the slow, driving grit of the guitar took over him, and he drifted off to sleep. The Nemo cruised on into the black, and it was as if Jimi and space fused as one, his music making the nothingness swell with soul. “And the wind…cries…Mary.”
2023.05.30 20:01 Kiwi_Koalla Ideas for wedding venues?
Hi folks! I recently got engaged and have started looking for places to hold the ceremony/reception. I'm struggling a bit to find places that 1) have the rental price listed and 2) fit our needs.
We're looking at about 75 attendees, we'd like to spend absolutely no more than $2,500, and decorating stresses me out so if the place includes tables, chairs, and is nice enough to just hang up some string-lights and flowers and call it good, it's a huge bonus. An outdoor area for the ceremony itself would be nice but is not a deal-breaker.
We're also trying to keep it within the Hillsboro, Beaverton, Tigard, or Portland city limits. Right now, we're waiting on emails back from the Portland Art Museum and from Urban Venues about their pricing. We're also considering the Walters Cultural Arts Center.
Anyone have ideas? Tips? Where did you go? If you had to rent out tables/chairs, who did you use for that? Thanks in advance for your replies :)
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We're looking at about 75 attendees, we'd like to spend absolutely no more than $2,500, and decorating stresses me out so if the place includes tables, chairs, and is nice enough to just hang up some string-lights and flowers and call it good, it's a huge bonus. An outdoor area for the ceremony itself would be nice but is not a deal-breaker.
We're also trying to keep it within the Hillsboro, Beaverton, Tigard, or Portland city limits. Right now, we're waiting on emails back from the Portland Art Museum and from Urban Venues about their pricing. We're also considering the Walters Cultural Arts Center.
Anyone have ideas? Tips? Where did you go? If you had to rent out tables/chairs, who did you use for that? Thanks in advance for your replies :)
2023.05.30 20:00 R3ALT3CH Dog Attacked @ McAlpine Creek Dog Park
I took my dog to McAlpine Creek Dog Park for his second time yesterday. We typically go to Reedy Creek, but I thought I'd take him to McAlpine for a change of scenery. We were there for almost an hour and he was having a great time before he was attacked by another dog.
A Hispanic family showed up with what appeared to be a brown German Shepard mix. My dog was running from a distance when I heard him yelp. My dog ran towards me and I could see that he was bitten on his side. He hid underneath the table when another dog approached. I wasn't sure if this was the same dog who initiated the attack. But the, dog approached closer and attempted to bite my dogs neck. My dog took off running to get away. I yelled as loud as I could and saw a couple others attempting to separate them in the distance before my dog was able to escape.
The aggressor had a choke collar and his owners had him on a retractable leash meant for small dogs. The daughter of the family clearly had no control over him and he ran off multiple times. They watched as their dog bit mine and only slowly started walking over when I started yelling and sprinting over from the distance. I approached her father and told them they needed to leave before someone's pet gets seriously injured or killed and the guy didn't have much to say about it. I exited with my dog and noticed someone else's dog getting attacked as I was driving away.
Was anyone in this sub at that dog park yesterday? I wanted to check and see if that dog made it out of the park ok.
Update - I posted this in a fb group called "McAlpine Creed Dog Park" and someone informed me that this wasn't the first incident. That dog apparently attacked someone's pet a couple months ago.
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A Hispanic family showed up with what appeared to be a brown German Shepard mix. My dog was running from a distance when I heard him yelp. My dog ran towards me and I could see that he was bitten on his side. He hid underneath the table when another dog approached. I wasn't sure if this was the same dog who initiated the attack. But the, dog approached closer and attempted to bite my dogs neck. My dog took off running to get away. I yelled as loud as I could and saw a couple others attempting to separate them in the distance before my dog was able to escape.
The aggressor had a choke collar and his owners had him on a retractable leash meant for small dogs. The daughter of the family clearly had no control over him and he ran off multiple times. They watched as their dog bit mine and only slowly started walking over when I started yelling and sprinting over from the distance. I approached her father and told them they needed to leave before someone's pet gets seriously injured or killed and the guy didn't have much to say about it. I exited with my dog and noticed someone else's dog getting attacked as I was driving away.
Was anyone in this sub at that dog park yesterday? I wanted to check and see if that dog made it out of the park ok.
Update - I posted this in a fb group called "McAlpine Creed Dog Park" and someone informed me that this wasn't the first incident. That dog apparently attacked someone's pet a couple months ago.
2023.05.30 20:00 I_Love_Cyndaquil2 I’m seriously contemplating suicide now.
I can’t take this anymore, I’m failing civics, history, math, and my shop teacher stared right at me while saying that if anyone fails they will have to re-take the course next year, and stated that doing bad on our main project could make us re-take it, and I know I did bad on it, the majority of my cuts were off, I forgot to sand down the dowel, the wood split, the angles were wrong, and the table wobbled.
My mom says if I fail any classes I get kicked out, and with a month of school left my chances of being kicked out are almost guaranteed now.
I can’t take this and it’s not helping that I have no hope in the future from price increases, overpopulation, and global warming, not to mention at this rate I won’t be able to get a job, at all since I have no skills and can’t interact with people because my social anxiety is so bad that simply saying hello sends me into full blown panic mode.
I have a bottle of adhd meds and fluoxetine at home which could probably get the job done, I just don’t know if I should do it.
Not to mention every day the things that haunt me are slowly killing me and I can’t take it anymore.
The worst part is, I dared to hope, I dared to dream, I thought that maybe all hope wasn’t lost, that the spell I did and the prayer had worked, but they didn’t.
It’s funny how life works like that, it shows you love and happiness, peace and joy, yet when you finally dare to hope, life hits you harder.
I tried looking into chemical imbalances, but that was false information spread around the internet, adhd only causes depression as a result of not meeting societal standards.
Born with a chemical imbalance some say… my earliest memory is having a fucking rottweiler latching onto me, my second youngest is cops showing up in my room at night and telling me my dad was taken. After that was my brother showing me vidoes of him beating people up, and telling me of how he bashed my dads head in with a fucking metal baseball bat, all this below the age of fucking five.
And when I tried to talk to people I was told to grow up, that I was faking, man up, men don’t cry, that my life wasn’t bad because I live in Canada.
I can’t even fucking remember all the words, just that they fucking hurt.
YOU WANT MEN TO NOT FUCKING CRY? WELL YOU GOT YOUR FUCKING WISH, I HAVEN’T CRIED IN YEARS, INSTEAD I LASH OUT AND BREAK SHIT.
These words have been louder than any fucking actions, they’ve literally fucking broke me.
I can’t fucking function as a human now because every time I do I have the voices of these assholes speaking in my head about how I’m not good enough, I’m ugly, that I’m stupid, that I’m fat, that men don’t fucking cry.
And I can’t fucking take it anymore, all I fucking understand is pain to the point that when I finally felt happy I sought pain because happiness was foreign.
I can’t take this fucking life anymore, I’ve pushed the nice people away and now I have nobody, all I fucking have is reddit, and what the fuck does that do.
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My mom says if I fail any classes I get kicked out, and with a month of school left my chances of being kicked out are almost guaranteed now.
I can’t take this and it’s not helping that I have no hope in the future from price increases, overpopulation, and global warming, not to mention at this rate I won’t be able to get a job, at all since I have no skills and can’t interact with people because my social anxiety is so bad that simply saying hello sends me into full blown panic mode.
I have a bottle of adhd meds and fluoxetine at home which could probably get the job done, I just don’t know if I should do it.
Not to mention every day the things that haunt me are slowly killing me and I can’t take it anymore.
The worst part is, I dared to hope, I dared to dream, I thought that maybe all hope wasn’t lost, that the spell I did and the prayer had worked, but they didn’t.
It’s funny how life works like that, it shows you love and happiness, peace and joy, yet when you finally dare to hope, life hits you harder.
I tried looking into chemical imbalances, but that was false information spread around the internet, adhd only causes depression as a result of not meeting societal standards.
Born with a chemical imbalance some say… my earliest memory is having a fucking rottweiler latching onto me, my second youngest is cops showing up in my room at night and telling me my dad was taken. After that was my brother showing me vidoes of him beating people up, and telling me of how he bashed my dads head in with a fucking metal baseball bat, all this below the age of fucking five.
And when I tried to talk to people I was told to grow up, that I was faking, man up, men don’t cry, that my life wasn’t bad because I live in Canada.
I can’t even fucking remember all the words, just that they fucking hurt.
YOU WANT MEN TO NOT FUCKING CRY? WELL YOU GOT YOUR FUCKING WISH, I HAVEN’T CRIED IN YEARS, INSTEAD I LASH OUT AND BREAK SHIT.
These words have been louder than any fucking actions, they’ve literally fucking broke me.
I can’t fucking function as a human now because every time I do I have the voices of these assholes speaking in my head about how I’m not good enough, I’m ugly, that I’m stupid, that I’m fat, that men don’t fucking cry.
And I can’t fucking take it anymore, all I fucking understand is pain to the point that when I finally felt happy I sought pain because happiness was foreign.
I can’t take this fucking life anymore, I’ve pushed the nice people away and now I have nobody, all I fucking have is reddit, and what the fuck does that do.
2023.05.30 20:00 Low-Drama1098 Lighting Help... Any tips?
 | Single interviews of inmates in a medium security prison... asking them how they involvement with training dogs helps/develops them as people. Should be pretty emotional. This is the room im being forced to work with... Now that im independent I miss rattling off ideas with other creatives like when I worked with others. Need some help on this room. No windows, horrific background doesn't even say "prison" to me. Ive got two cameras, all lens lengths, two great solix lights, and a nanlight panel. submitted by Low-Drama1098 to videography [link] [comments] Options as I see it:
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2023.05.30 19:59 SKwiatks Written In the Stars Ch. 14: Bright Morning Stars part 2
Clementine walks outside of the dormitory with AJ. The sun is bright and warm making the air all fresh and new from the thunderstorm last night. Some minor damage was done to the east side of the wall, but nothing threatening that will endanger everyone. The grass was still wet from the rain, and so were the picnic tables. Clementine hobbles away with AJ by her side as they make their way to the watchtower. Willy and Aasim are scheduled to go out and hunt early in the afternoon, and Ruby and Violet should be in the greenhouse today gathering herbs and tending to the garden. Louis will be out later in the afternoon checking the traps for game along with Tenn.
AJ walks with Clementine as they pass Omar's black caldron to cook their meals. AJ cast a look up at his mother figure as she is wearing an unusual smile on her face this morning. AJ looks down at the ground to ponder on it for a moment. Clem's hat blocks out most of the sun from his eyes. He finally spoke to her as they made their way to the watchtower, "Why are you smiling so big?"
Clementine shook her head to clear it from her thoughts with Louis from last night, "Huh, what?"
"You are smiling a different kind of smile today," AJ commented being observant of her.
"I am?" Clementine asks with one of her eyebrows arching a little.
"Yeah, like you are glowing or something. What made you so happy last night? Did Louis and you have some sissy gross love talk?" AJ asks.
Clementine looks down at him as they approach the ladder to the watchtower to climb up on. "Yes, we did." Clementine casts her look away not wanting to admit to her surrogate son her first sexual experience.
"That can't be, because you never have that look when you guys talk of kissing love. And kiss and stuff, so what exactly happened between you and Louis that made you...this happy?" AJ looks up at her one more time.
Clementine sighs as she shakes her head, "AJ...."
"I am curious, is all? I have never seen you this happy, even when you guys do gross love things together." AJ said.
"Some things you don't need to know kiddo. At least not right now. When you get a bit older, I will tell you. But you are still my little goofball, and I want to keep it that way for as long as I can, even if you are growing up too fast for me." Clementine said as she reaches out to rub AJ's head and her old hat. Making it go lop-sided on AJ's head.
AJ straightens out her hat on his head as he pouts up at her, "It is AJ or Alvin Jr, not goofball. How many times do I have to tell you that."
"Sorry bud, old habits, and I still like that nickname." Clementine teases him.
AJ gave her a swat back as Clementine balanced on her prosthetic foot, "Well I don't. It makes me feel like I am three again and a baby, which I am not." AJ crosses his arms over his chest and looks away from Clementine.
"Okay, I will try not to use it, alright, kiddo." Clementine sighs, and AJ turns to smile back at her. She then puts on her motherly leadership tone now, "Okay, time to do look-out duties. You go up first." Clementine said as she let AJ climb up first. Once Clementine makes the climb up she let AJ use the binoculars to see as she scans the horizon with her eyes on danger. She tries not to think of about her time with Louis and focuses on looking out for danger, but the thought keeps coming back in her head. Is Louis right? Do I have a glow on my face from what happened last night? Do women glow after they have sex? Do men do as well? And if AJ sees it do the other kids know about it as well? Am I really that obvious to everyone? She tries to hide it, but her heart and happiness will not hide away. Clementine shakes her head to clear it as she focuses in on the threats outside the walls of her home.
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Louis finished picking up the rest of their fort and gathered his cards up. Smiling as he thought about his and Clementine's passionate night last night. She made him the happiest guy on earth. Once Clem's room is all packed away, he slowly puts on his green shirt and never notices the hickeys Clem left on his neck.
When Louis closes the door to his and Clem's room, he feels a little dizzy, and light-headed all of a sudden and a sharp pain at his gut. Louis leans on the door for support. The pain was a sharp burn, like a bad cramp or something. He never noticed Aasim was just coming out of his room and looked at Louis kind of funny.
"You okay, dude?" Aasim asks.
Louis took a moment then shook his head as the pain was dull but not as severe. "Yeah...must be something I did last night." Louis slowly spoke.
"Uh huh, and that moaning in your and Clem's room had nothing to do with it?" Aasim arches his eyebrows and crosses his arms.
Louis flush in the face now, as Aasim heard his first sexual encounter with a girl, "We...uh...practicing her combat skills." Louis cast to the floor as Aasim is not buying his act.
Aasim chuckles to his friend and looks to Louis, "Look. Lou, I am no idiot. I know you and Clem did it last night. It was obvious by the soft moans from the two of you as I passed your room to go to bed. I won't tell anyone." Aasim looks at him. "You have my word, bro."
Louis looks down, then back up at Aasim, and has a new appreciation for his old friend and for keeping to the guy code. He still held his hand on the side of his body, and Aasim took notice. "Are you sure you are okay Lou, I can go get Ruby?" Aasim asks.
"Yeah, I am fine, and no need to get your girlfriend involved. It is probably hunger pains." Louis half joked as he never experiences this deep pain. Or maybe this is after sex pain.
"Okay, suit yourself. I have to find Willy. He and I have hunting duty, and you Lou, need to rest the traps. It is your turn today, besides fixing up the wall from the storm last night." Aasim said.
"Will do, after I eat something," Louis said as he leaned his back on Clem's dorm room door.
Aasim started to move and kept his eye on Louis as something was not right or not good with him, and he was a bit concerned. Louis took deep breaths as the pain slowly subsided, and he slowly began to move to go outside.
Louis sees Aasim getting his food and taking it over to where Ruby is as they are being all cutesy with each other. He smiles at his friend's romance, and then Louis's eyes fall on Clementine and AJ up in the watch tower. He sighs a happy smile at seeing his girlfriend as she still has that glow upon her face that she and he did last night. And strangely, Louis, too has a glow on his face. He shakes his head as he grabs food and starts to eat it, hoping whatever pain he felt was just hunger pains.
Then he spots Violet coming in from the graveyard, of all places. He has seen her near there a lot, and it is not like her to see her ex-girlfriend's grave marker and act so damn happy when he knows for a fact Minnie ruined Violet back on the beach after the Delta boat blew up. He watches as Violet heads directly to her room, and he lets out a sigh. Once Violet is seen to go to the dorms, Louis looks out over at the wall of the school and the traps as they can wait to be fixed, as Louis wants to find out where Violet has been sneaking off to in the dead of night and coming back in at dawn, or mid-morning. Louis finishes his stew and puts it where the rest of the dishes are and heads to Violet's room, room 202.
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Maya made it back to her tent without anyone noticing her absence. She sees Aniya is still asleep in her bed on her side of the tent, while Maya crawls into bed and smiles with her heart feeling like it has wings. There is no doubt now on Maya's face that she is in love with Violet. Maya only got a half hour of rest when she felt Aniya waking her up, "Maya, Maya...wake up. Bonnie wants us to go hunting again."
Maya groans a little and squints her eyes, "Okay.." Maya slowly gets up, and Aniya looks at her older sister with concern.
"You sure you are up for it? You look exhausted." Aniya said.
"I will be fine." Maya yawns.
Aniya looked at the door and then back at her sister, "You were with Violet all night, weren't you?"
Maya looked down at her feet then her brown eyes met her sisters. "Yes."
"Maya.." Aniya shakes her head.
"Before you say anything, I told her how I felt about her." Maya sighs, "I love her,"
Aniya looks at her, "Maya, I am glad, even happy for you. You found love in this world. But you know this is going to get very complicated. People will start to get subspinous about your disappearing to go meet her. Bonnie will soon pick up your weird behavior and start to question your loyalty. I don't want to see you getting kicked from the group. I need my sister."
Maya understands her little sister's worry as Maya bows her head and puts her hands over them, and lets out a heavy sigh. For the first time, she admits it out loud to her little sister, "I am so torn, Aniya. Sometimes I wished I never met her or those group of kids that fateful day."
Aniya reaches out to her sister and lightly touches her shoulder, "Why?"
Maya pulls her head up and moves her hands to the side of her body. "Because this way, I wouldn't put my heart through this hell I am feeling. It is getting very damn difficult to leave her to come back to this group. You are the only thing that keeps me here, you and Robert." Maya sighs and softly mourns, "Please don't hate me for saying that. I love you, and you are the only kin I have left in this world, and I vowed to Mom and Dad I will take care of you, and know I will never leave you."
Aniya nods and holds her sister tight, "I know. And I don't hate you, Maya, for having those thoughts. But to tell you the truth. As much as I sometimes come off as being jealous, your love for this girl is not a mistake, and don't ever think that was. Seeing you deeply in love with Violet actually gives me hope for a future in this bleak dark world. In some ways brings back memories of when Mom and Dad were alive. And if you feel your home is with Violet and her group, I will go where you go, sis. Family sticks together." Aniya reminded her.
Aniya coughs and nods to the doorway, "Alright, come on, we got hunting to do before Bonnie gets suspicious. Do what you can, sis, and I will try and think of something of an excuse for why you are exhausted."
Maya shakes her head, "I appreciate the loyalty Aniya, but I don't want you to lie for me. I will devise my tale and not let you get involved. Bonnie will know something is up if you do that. Come on."
Maya, Aniya, and Bonnie head out on the beach scouting for food. Maya braces the cold wind as it blows on her fingers, making it difficult to hunt with the bow. They walked what felt like miles, and Maya spotted what looked like a deer. She blinked several times, and it was a deer. Maya gets in a low crouch and begins to stalk it. Maya drew her bow and an arrow from her quiver. She knows when hunting deer out west, she needs to be quick with her motions. Maya drew the arrow back of the string of the bow until it was taunt. Before Maya could strike at the deer, the deer turned and looked at her.
Maya gazes at the deer as it doesn't run or flee, and soon Maya's heart stops and knows this is not just a deer. It is a spirit. Maya lowered the bow and withdrew her arrow from the string.
Aniya looks at her sister as Bonnie catches a wild turkey and a few rabbits. She sees her sister staring at something invisible that only she can see. Bonnie looks to Aniya, "What is Maya doing?"
"I'm not sure," Aniya said as she tried to read her sister's actions.
Maya stares long and hard at this deer and soon feels a sharp pain in her forehead. The pain was so much it caused Maya to fall to her knees and hold her head. Then Maya blacks out and is about to get a vision of what happened to Clementine, Louis, and Violet that day on the beach when the Delta boat blew up
"Maya!" Aniya screams out and runs to her sister, and the same with Bonnie.
"What is wrong with her, Aniya?" Bonnie drops the kills she made and kneels to Aniya, holding her sister, who is unconscious.
Aniya answers, "She is having one of her vision things. She gets like this sometimes when a spirit or something contacts her."
Bonnie looks at her oddly, "This is ridiculous. We need to get back." Bonnie goes and reaches for Maya, and Aniya batted her hand away.
"No, don't...don't touch her when she is like this. You might not believe this kind of thing, Bonnie, but my sister is next chosen to be my tribe, Sherman. Shermans have special gifts of having visions of the past and foreseeing things. My grandmother had this gift, and it is passed to my sister." Aniya explains.
"So what do we do, wait until she regains conscious?" Bonnie asks, looking at Aniya holding her older sister.
"Yes," Aniya said.
"Who knows how long that could take? I don't want to—" Bonnie's words were cut short when both she and Aniya heard groans of walkers, about eight or nine of them. "Shit.."
Aniya stood up and looked at Bonnie, and Bonnie looked at her, "Well, we don't have time for your sister to come to now unless she wants to be walker food. You get our kill, and I will carry your sister to a better location where we are not easy targets. Keep those fuckers off of us." Bonnie picks up Maya and carries her in her arms as Aniya keeps the walkers off their tails Bonnie leads them to a cave to keep them hidden from the walkers.
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Maya wakes up on the sandy beach. The pain in her forehead eased up some as she heard gunfire. Maya looks and sees Clementine, the little boy named AJ, and Louis Aasim, a boy Maya has never met or seen before.
She hears a horse crying as the boy Aasim waves to some other kids Maya again has never seen before. Maya counted the seven kids and counted Violet, these must be Violet's other members of the group. Then out of nowhere, Maya sees the love of her life as she pleads to a girl Maya has never seen or heard of before.
"Minerva, why are you choosing to be with them? I still love you despite killing Sophie! Your home is with Ericson, not the fucking Delta! I know you remember!" Violet screams.
Minerva looks to Violet. She lets out a scream of confusion. When she sees Clementine shooting a member of her family, Minerva's eyes goes cold and turns from Violet. Violet kept screaming out her name, but she didn't know she was there. "Minerva!"
Violet knew from that moment her precious Minnie was lost to her. Violet watches in horror as Louis, Aasim, and Omar flee to safety. Minerva was going to kill or do harm to someone she cared about.
Minerva points her gun, and Violet sees what Minerva will do. Violet runs to stop Minerva, and the two of them battle and fight with each other until Violet gets slashed by Minerva's knife. Violet's felt the sting of her shoulder where Minerva sliced her. And the look in her eyes just then it is like she didn't care if she hurt Violet.
Violet, in tears now feeling betrayed by the love of her life, watches as Minerva, blindly in rage, advances onward toward Clementine. Violet slowly reaches for Minerva's crossbow and, with shaking hands, aims at her former lover and lets out her tears, knowing Minerva is no longer in love with her and the Minnie she once found love and joy in died the day she entered the Delta. Violet pulls the trigger and shoots Minerva in the shoulder when she tries to aim at her head. Minerva lets out a shriek of pain as she eyes Violet as the ultimate butyral of her former lover. Violet made her choice that day and was going to kill Minerva for the love of her friends.
Minerva yells at Violet, "Fuck you and everything we had." Minerva was unaware of a walker coming and biting her in the face. Louis puts his arms around Violet to protect her. Clementine looks to AJ and is about to follow after their friends when she hears Minerva screaming, "Clementine! FUCK YOU!" and lobs a grenade at Clementine and AJ, causing the separation of Clem and AJ from the rest of the Ericson group.
Maya's heart broke for Violet seeing how much Violet loved Minerva. And Maya stands on the sandy ash beach, watching the event unfold. Maya crashes to the sandy ground and holds her arms, "Oh, Vi...I...I am so sorry..." Maya sobs, and her heart aches for her lover. Maya soon looks up and wipes her eyes, and Maya looks and sees the deer she saw in the woods when hunting with her sister, and Bonnie now appears in the woods of her vision. Maya wipes her tears and realizes this is not just any deer.
Maya slowly stands up and eyes the spirit animal, "Why are you showing this to me? Why am I reliving Violet's past? Who are you, and what do you want? Tell me who you are?"
The deer looks at her and then toward where the horse carries Violet away. Then looks back at her. Maya gazes at the deer and soon hears rumbles. Maya turns and sees a storm making landfall on the river as a stiff wind blows sand in Maya's eyes. Maya sees flashes of bright lights, and soon, the sandy beach around her is filled with blood, and the sky is red. Maya looks back at the deer who stands in the shadows of the woods. Maya realizes this is a warning. The blood, the red sky, and the rumbles of a storm. The red sky means death is coming. No..oh dear God, no! Maya looks at the deer with sad eyes, "Don't fucking tell me I am going to lose the love of my life! Or my sister, Aniya."
The spirit never answers her and Maya soon felt the pain in her forehead as she holds her forehead until the blinding pain stops. And Maya is back to her reality.
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AJ walks with Clementine as they pass Omar's black caldron to cook their meals. AJ cast a look up at his mother figure as she is wearing an unusual smile on her face this morning. AJ looks down at the ground to ponder on it for a moment. Clem's hat blocks out most of the sun from his eyes. He finally spoke to her as they made their way to the watchtower, "Why are you smiling so big?"
Clementine shook her head to clear it from her thoughts with Louis from last night, "Huh, what?"
"You are smiling a different kind of smile today," AJ commented being observant of her.
"I am?" Clementine asks with one of her eyebrows arching a little.
"Yeah, like you are glowing or something. What made you so happy last night? Did Louis and you have some sissy gross love talk?" AJ asks.
Clementine looks down at him as they approach the ladder to the watchtower to climb up on. "Yes, we did." Clementine casts her look away not wanting to admit to her surrogate son her first sexual experience.
"That can't be, because you never have that look when you guys talk of kissing love. And kiss and stuff, so what exactly happened between you and Louis that made you...this happy?" AJ looks up at her one more time.
Clementine sighs as she shakes her head, "AJ...."
"I am curious, is all? I have never seen you this happy, even when you guys do gross love things together." AJ said.
"Some things you don't need to know kiddo. At least not right now. When you get a bit older, I will tell you. But you are still my little goofball, and I want to keep it that way for as long as I can, even if you are growing up too fast for me." Clementine said as she reaches out to rub AJ's head and her old hat. Making it go lop-sided on AJ's head.
AJ straightens out her hat on his head as he pouts up at her, "It is AJ or Alvin Jr, not goofball. How many times do I have to tell you that."
"Sorry bud, old habits, and I still like that nickname." Clementine teases him.
AJ gave her a swat back as Clementine balanced on her prosthetic foot, "Well I don't. It makes me feel like I am three again and a baby, which I am not." AJ crosses his arms over his chest and looks away from Clementine.
"Okay, I will try not to use it, alright, kiddo." Clementine sighs, and AJ turns to smile back at her. She then puts on her motherly leadership tone now, "Okay, time to do look-out duties. You go up first." Clementine said as she let AJ climb up first. Once Clementine makes the climb up she let AJ use the binoculars to see as she scans the horizon with her eyes on danger. She tries not to think of about her time with Louis and focuses on looking out for danger, but the thought keeps coming back in her head. Is Louis right? Do I have a glow on my face from what happened last night? Do women glow after they have sex? Do men do as well? And if AJ sees it do the other kids know about it as well? Am I really that obvious to everyone? She tries to hide it, but her heart and happiness will not hide away. Clementine shakes her head to clear it as she focuses in on the threats outside the walls of her home.
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Louis finished picking up the rest of their fort and gathered his cards up. Smiling as he thought about his and Clementine's passionate night last night. She made him the happiest guy on earth. Once Clem's room is all packed away, he slowly puts on his green shirt and never notices the hickeys Clem left on his neck.
When Louis closes the door to his and Clem's room, he feels a little dizzy, and light-headed all of a sudden and a sharp pain at his gut. Louis leans on the door for support. The pain was a sharp burn, like a bad cramp or something. He never noticed Aasim was just coming out of his room and looked at Louis kind of funny.
"You okay, dude?" Aasim asks.
Louis took a moment then shook his head as the pain was dull but not as severe. "Yeah...must be something I did last night." Louis slowly spoke.
"Uh huh, and that moaning in your and Clem's room had nothing to do with it?" Aasim arches his eyebrows and crosses his arms.
Louis flush in the face now, as Aasim heard his first sexual encounter with a girl, "We...uh...practicing her combat skills." Louis cast to the floor as Aasim is not buying his act.
Aasim chuckles to his friend and looks to Louis, "Look. Lou, I am no idiot. I know you and Clem did it last night. It was obvious by the soft moans from the two of you as I passed your room to go to bed. I won't tell anyone." Aasim looks at him. "You have my word, bro."
Louis looks down, then back up at Aasim, and has a new appreciation for his old friend and for keeping to the guy code. He still held his hand on the side of his body, and Aasim took notice. "Are you sure you are okay Lou, I can go get Ruby?" Aasim asks.
"Yeah, I am fine, and no need to get your girlfriend involved. It is probably hunger pains." Louis half joked as he never experiences this deep pain. Or maybe this is after sex pain.
"Okay, suit yourself. I have to find Willy. He and I have hunting duty, and you Lou, need to rest the traps. It is your turn today, besides fixing up the wall from the storm last night." Aasim said.
"Will do, after I eat something," Louis said as he leaned his back on Clem's dorm room door.
Aasim started to move and kept his eye on Louis as something was not right or not good with him, and he was a bit concerned. Louis took deep breaths as the pain slowly subsided, and he slowly began to move to go outside.
Louis sees Aasim getting his food and taking it over to where Ruby is as they are being all cutesy with each other. He smiles at his friend's romance, and then Louis's eyes fall on Clementine and AJ up in the watch tower. He sighs a happy smile at seeing his girlfriend as she still has that glow upon her face that she and he did last night. And strangely, Louis, too has a glow on his face. He shakes his head as he grabs food and starts to eat it, hoping whatever pain he felt was just hunger pains.
Then he spots Violet coming in from the graveyard, of all places. He has seen her near there a lot, and it is not like her to see her ex-girlfriend's grave marker and act so damn happy when he knows for a fact Minnie ruined Violet back on the beach after the Delta boat blew up. He watches as Violet heads directly to her room, and he lets out a sigh. Once Violet is seen to go to the dorms, Louis looks out over at the wall of the school and the traps as they can wait to be fixed, as Louis wants to find out where Violet has been sneaking off to in the dead of night and coming back in at dawn, or mid-morning. Louis finishes his stew and puts it where the rest of the dishes are and heads to Violet's room, room 202.
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Maya made it back to her tent without anyone noticing her absence. She sees Aniya is still asleep in her bed on her side of the tent, while Maya crawls into bed and smiles with her heart feeling like it has wings. There is no doubt now on Maya's face that she is in love with Violet. Maya only got a half hour of rest when she felt Aniya waking her up, "Maya, Maya...wake up. Bonnie wants us to go hunting again."
Maya groans a little and squints her eyes, "Okay.." Maya slowly gets up, and Aniya looks at her older sister with concern.
"You sure you are up for it? You look exhausted." Aniya said.
"I will be fine." Maya yawns.
Aniya looked at the door and then back at her sister, "You were with Violet all night, weren't you?"
Maya looked down at her feet then her brown eyes met her sisters. "Yes."
"Maya.." Aniya shakes her head.
"Before you say anything, I told her how I felt about her." Maya sighs, "I love her,"
Aniya looks at her, "Maya, I am glad, even happy for you. You found love in this world. But you know this is going to get very complicated. People will start to get subspinous about your disappearing to go meet her. Bonnie will soon pick up your weird behavior and start to question your loyalty. I don't want to see you getting kicked from the group. I need my sister."
Maya understands her little sister's worry as Maya bows her head and puts her hands over them, and lets out a heavy sigh. For the first time, she admits it out loud to her little sister, "I am so torn, Aniya. Sometimes I wished I never met her or those group of kids that fateful day."
Aniya reaches out to her sister and lightly touches her shoulder, "Why?"
Maya pulls her head up and moves her hands to the side of her body. "Because this way, I wouldn't put my heart through this hell I am feeling. It is getting very damn difficult to leave her to come back to this group. You are the only thing that keeps me here, you and Robert." Maya sighs and softly mourns, "Please don't hate me for saying that. I love you, and you are the only kin I have left in this world, and I vowed to Mom and Dad I will take care of you, and know I will never leave you."
Aniya nods and holds her sister tight, "I know. And I don't hate you, Maya, for having those thoughts. But to tell you the truth. As much as I sometimes come off as being jealous, your love for this girl is not a mistake, and don't ever think that was. Seeing you deeply in love with Violet actually gives me hope for a future in this bleak dark world. In some ways brings back memories of when Mom and Dad were alive. And if you feel your home is with Violet and her group, I will go where you go, sis. Family sticks together." Aniya reminded her.
Aniya coughs and nods to the doorway, "Alright, come on, we got hunting to do before Bonnie gets suspicious. Do what you can, sis, and I will try and think of something of an excuse for why you are exhausted."
Maya shakes her head, "I appreciate the loyalty Aniya, but I don't want you to lie for me. I will devise my tale and not let you get involved. Bonnie will know something is up if you do that. Come on."
Maya, Aniya, and Bonnie head out on the beach scouting for food. Maya braces the cold wind as it blows on her fingers, making it difficult to hunt with the bow. They walked what felt like miles, and Maya spotted what looked like a deer. She blinked several times, and it was a deer. Maya gets in a low crouch and begins to stalk it. Maya drew her bow and an arrow from her quiver. She knows when hunting deer out west, she needs to be quick with her motions. Maya drew the arrow back of the string of the bow until it was taunt. Before Maya could strike at the deer, the deer turned and looked at her.
Maya gazes at the deer as it doesn't run or flee, and soon Maya's heart stops and knows this is not just a deer. It is a spirit. Maya lowered the bow and withdrew her arrow from the string.
Aniya looks at her sister as Bonnie catches a wild turkey and a few rabbits. She sees her sister staring at something invisible that only she can see. Bonnie looks to Aniya, "What is Maya doing?"
"I'm not sure," Aniya said as she tried to read her sister's actions.
Maya stares long and hard at this deer and soon feels a sharp pain in her forehead. The pain was so much it caused Maya to fall to her knees and hold her head. Then Maya blacks out and is about to get a vision of what happened to Clementine, Louis, and Violet that day on the beach when the Delta boat blew up
"Maya!" Aniya screams out and runs to her sister, and the same with Bonnie.
"What is wrong with her, Aniya?" Bonnie drops the kills she made and kneels to Aniya, holding her sister, who is unconscious.
Aniya answers, "She is having one of her vision things. She gets like this sometimes when a spirit or something contacts her."
Bonnie looks at her oddly, "This is ridiculous. We need to get back." Bonnie goes and reaches for Maya, and Aniya batted her hand away.
"No, don't...don't touch her when she is like this. You might not believe this kind of thing, Bonnie, but my sister is next chosen to be my tribe, Sherman. Shermans have special gifts of having visions of the past and foreseeing things. My grandmother had this gift, and it is passed to my sister." Aniya explains.
"So what do we do, wait until she regains conscious?" Bonnie asks, looking at Aniya holding her older sister.
"Yes," Aniya said.
"Who knows how long that could take? I don't want to—" Bonnie's words were cut short when both she and Aniya heard groans of walkers, about eight or nine of them. "Shit.."
Aniya stood up and looked at Bonnie, and Bonnie looked at her, "Well, we don't have time for your sister to come to now unless she wants to be walker food. You get our kill, and I will carry your sister to a better location where we are not easy targets. Keep those fuckers off of us." Bonnie picks up Maya and carries her in her arms as Aniya keeps the walkers off their tails Bonnie leads them to a cave to keep them hidden from the walkers.
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Maya wakes up on the sandy beach. The pain in her forehead eased up some as she heard gunfire. Maya looks and sees Clementine, the little boy named AJ, and Louis Aasim, a boy Maya has never met or seen before.
She hears a horse crying as the boy Aasim waves to some other kids Maya again has never seen before. Maya counted the seven kids and counted Violet, these must be Violet's other members of the group. Then out of nowhere, Maya sees the love of her life as she pleads to a girl Maya has never seen or heard of before.
"Minerva, why are you choosing to be with them? I still love you despite killing Sophie! Your home is with Ericson, not the fucking Delta! I know you remember!" Violet screams.
Minerva looks to Violet. She lets out a scream of confusion. When she sees Clementine shooting a member of her family, Minerva's eyes goes cold and turns from Violet. Violet kept screaming out her name, but she didn't know she was there. "Minerva!"
Violet knew from that moment her precious Minnie was lost to her. Violet watches in horror as Louis, Aasim, and Omar flee to safety. Minerva was going to kill or do harm to someone she cared about.
Minerva points her gun, and Violet sees what Minerva will do. Violet runs to stop Minerva, and the two of them battle and fight with each other until Violet gets slashed by Minerva's knife. Violet's felt the sting of her shoulder where Minerva sliced her. And the look in her eyes just then it is like she didn't care if she hurt Violet.
Violet, in tears now feeling betrayed by the love of her life, watches as Minerva, blindly in rage, advances onward toward Clementine. Violet slowly reaches for Minerva's crossbow and, with shaking hands, aims at her former lover and lets out her tears, knowing Minerva is no longer in love with her and the Minnie she once found love and joy in died the day she entered the Delta. Violet pulls the trigger and shoots Minerva in the shoulder when she tries to aim at her head. Minerva lets out a shriek of pain as she eyes Violet as the ultimate butyral of her former lover. Violet made her choice that day and was going to kill Minerva for the love of her friends.
Minerva yells at Violet, "Fuck you and everything we had." Minerva was unaware of a walker coming and biting her in the face. Louis puts his arms around Violet to protect her. Clementine looks to AJ and is about to follow after their friends when she hears Minerva screaming, "Clementine! FUCK YOU!" and lobs a grenade at Clementine and AJ, causing the separation of Clem and AJ from the rest of the Ericson group.
Maya's heart broke for Violet seeing how much Violet loved Minerva. And Maya stands on the sandy ash beach, watching the event unfold. Maya crashes to the sandy ground and holds her arms, "Oh, Vi...I...I am so sorry..." Maya sobs, and her heart aches for her lover. Maya soon looks up and wipes her eyes, and Maya looks and sees the deer she saw in the woods when hunting with her sister, and Bonnie now appears in the woods of her vision. Maya wipes her tears and realizes this is not just any deer.
Maya slowly stands up and eyes the spirit animal, "Why are you showing this to me? Why am I reliving Violet's past? Who are you, and what do you want? Tell me who you are?"
The deer looks at her and then toward where the horse carries Violet away. Then looks back at her. Maya gazes at the deer and soon hears rumbles. Maya turns and sees a storm making landfall on the river as a stiff wind blows sand in Maya's eyes. Maya sees flashes of bright lights, and soon, the sandy beach around her is filled with blood, and the sky is red. Maya looks back at the deer who stands in the shadows of the woods. Maya realizes this is a warning. The blood, the red sky, and the rumbles of a storm. The red sky means death is coming. No..oh dear God, no! Maya looks at the deer with sad eyes, "Don't fucking tell me I am going to lose the love of my life! Or my sister, Aniya."
The spirit never answers her and Maya soon felt the pain in her forehead as she holds her forehead until the blinding pain stops. And Maya is back to her reality.
2023.05.30 19:59 glamericanbeauty if a restaurant doesnt open until 5, what time would you go in to apply?
im wanting to go apply at this fine dining restaurant today. general service industry rule of thumb is to always go in to apply between 3 and 5, never during service hours. however, most restaurants are still "open" during those hours. the restaurant doesnt technically open till 5, so i feel unsure. would it be better to try to go in to apply before service starts at 5? or would that seem inappropriate since the restaurant wouldnt technically be open?
i just feel unsure lol.
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2023.05.30 19:59 sean6428 Natalie White and Ashley Trainer
 | Could anyone else tell the difference between Natalie White and Ashley Trainer in Samoa. Literally could not figure it out until one of them got voted out. Wanted to know if it was just me LOL. This is an example of Survivor needing to cast different archetypes as Ashley was a fodder player who brought nothing to the table, where Natalie filled the archetype just fine. submitted by sean6428 to survivor [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/o6ws2bkfu13b1.jpg?width=612&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=7f95723caafed5e3538aec069f09940e3403b215 |
2023.05.30 19:58 Cpt-Dreamer Can someone lend me a hand in understanding why it’s a common opinion, that Arsenal will get weaker next season and everyone will leapfrog them?
I get that this season many teams underperformed and next season we will see those teams in a better place.
I don’t get why people are of the opinion that Arsenal will melt away when everyone else improves. I don’t see these two things as mutually exclusive at all.
I think Arsenal has a very young squad that with good additions this summer can be at the top of the table again, not winning a league title but up there.
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I don’t get why people are of the opinion that Arsenal will melt away when everyone else improves. I don’t see these two things as mutually exclusive at all.
I think Arsenal has a very young squad that with good additions this summer can be at the top of the table again, not winning a league title but up there.
2023.05.30 19:58 leocharm Need advice for improving performance in interviews
I recently failed a onsite interview at a big tech and the feedback was that I wasn't strong on ETL/SQL piece. I have 7 years of experience as a Data Engineer and this failure indicated I needed to prepare more in this area. In this interview I was given a production grade table and SQL code for a ETL pipeline. This SQL code contained a CTE clause with some analytical functions and another SELECT clause with few analytical functions. What followed were a series of questions around that SQL.
My question is, how do I prepare for such interviews? I regular practice on LC, is there something else I need to be doing or do differently in general?
Appreciate any feedback in this regard.
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My question is, how do I prepare for such interviews? I regular practice on LC, is there something else I need to be doing or do differently in general?
Appreciate any feedback in this regard.
2023.05.30 19:57 AdEconomy2566 New Enclosure Help/Setup 🍓
 | Hi! Apologies for the repost, my formatting got messed up. submitted by AdEconomy2566 to hamstercare [link] [comments] I'm a new (proper care) hamster owner with my little Syrian boy Augustus. I was hoping to see if people could help me out with my enclosure. I'll provide a list of what I have below and things that I'm planning to get. Also, little Augustus is in the last 2 images down below 🍓 I give him fresh water daily, a scattered mix of forage, fresh vegetables every other day, and 1.5 tsp of a mix of an Etsy business hamster food (mix of seeds, mealworms, oats, dried herbs and flowers) and Oxbow hamster essentials (what he had at the pet store. I'm weening him off it and won't buy another bag after it's done). Augustus has a Pawhut cage that came with two shelves, but I removed them. I cut one of them to use as a barrier between his natural Kaytee paper bedding and the Eco-Earth coco fibre that takes up 1/3 of his cage. His bedding slopes a bit, but at the highest point, he has 10-11 inches of bedding. What I have:
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2023.05.30 19:57 ohh_brandy i had an endometrial biopsy (and it sucked)
Fresh off the table and let me tell you, it was not a good time.
I was very apprehensive about having a biopsy done, as I have a very low pain threshold. I do, however, understand the importance of the test in proximity to my hysterectomy. I tried to advocate for pain relief but to no avail (other than a xanax and ibuprofen).
My doctor was very kind. He offered the ability to opt out and made sure I was heard. He told me he would stop immediately at my request.
The sucky part? It hurt. It feels like you got stabbed in an organ. It feels like having a zit on the inside of your nose. It hurts not because of the procedure, but because of the nerves in the area. It's not a little cramp. It hurts. You bleed.
The great part is, it was so much shorter than i thought. Definitely not 2 minutes, more like 6 seconds. Like a piercing. Definitely not the "medieval torture" i was expecting. My husband took it harder than i did. My yelp (and tears) made him go faint 😂
So now that i am home, full of donuts, i can definitively say- it sucked. But it's very survivable. And i promise you will be okay.
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I was very apprehensive about having a biopsy done, as I have a very low pain threshold. I do, however, understand the importance of the test in proximity to my hysterectomy. I tried to advocate for pain relief but to no avail (other than a xanax and ibuprofen).
My doctor was very kind. He offered the ability to opt out and made sure I was heard. He told me he would stop immediately at my request.
The sucky part? It hurt. It feels like you got stabbed in an organ. It feels like having a zit on the inside of your nose. It hurts not because of the procedure, but because of the nerves in the area. It's not a little cramp. It hurts. You bleed.
The great part is, it was so much shorter than i thought. Definitely not 2 minutes, more like 6 seconds. Like a piercing. Definitely not the "medieval torture" i was expecting. My husband took it harder than i did. My yelp (and tears) made him go faint 😂
So now that i am home, full of donuts, i can definitively say- it sucked. But it's very survivable. And i promise you will be okay.
2023.05.30 19:57 DxTxPxC Meatlocker ghost
This was back in 2006 at an abandoned building in the industrial area in San Diego (abandoned since the 1950s with no physical address to research the proprty on). We were a group of young punk rock street kids and turned the building into our home with couches and tables and other junk we would find.
From the beginning we would dismiss each others stories of seeing silhouettes or shadows of people in corners or hearing steps around the place. One friend woke up one night and saw another friend attacked by a shadowy figure, he thought it was a person and tackled the figure only to crash into the wall past the couch.
On one regular night of drinking I for whatever reason decided to pass, the next morning when everyone was leaving the next day to make money, find food, etc. I had decided to stay back and just relax and enjoy having some spaceto myself without the whole building being full. There were a few times while I was sitting in the main room that I thought I heard something so I wandered out saying "hello?" And getting no response, on the last occasion I went out and when near one of the corners of the building from within a room made of concrete (in a building otherwise made of wood,drywall...this weirdness is why we called the building the meatlocker) that only locks from the outside and was currently locked with our "valuables" inside I hear three loud thumps that are clearly coming from inside of the room followed by a blood curdling scream. I ran all the way back to the main room which was off our entry door this gave us light until the need for candles arose. It was too late to go out and be productive so I just sat near the doorway and waited for my friends to return....
Another time on a summer night I was in my room in the building my friend was sleeping on the floor and I felt that weird feeling like someone is watching you so I curled up in my sleeping bag and got all sweaty. Then a old rotary style phone began to give off a long eerie ring. The building has no electricity and there is no phone here for sure. I ignored it and eventually drifted off to sleep.
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From the beginning we would dismiss each others stories of seeing silhouettes or shadows of people in corners or hearing steps around the place. One friend woke up one night and saw another friend attacked by a shadowy figure, he thought it was a person and tackled the figure only to crash into the wall past the couch.
On one regular night of drinking I for whatever reason decided to pass, the next morning when everyone was leaving the next day to make money, find food, etc. I had decided to stay back and just relax and enjoy having some spaceto myself without the whole building being full. There were a few times while I was sitting in the main room that I thought I heard something so I wandered out saying "hello?" And getting no response, on the last occasion I went out and when near one of the corners of the building from within a room made of concrete (in a building otherwise made of wood,drywall...this weirdness is why we called the building the meatlocker) that only locks from the outside and was currently locked with our "valuables" inside I hear three loud thumps that are clearly coming from inside of the room followed by a blood curdling scream. I ran all the way back to the main room which was off our entry door this gave us light until the need for candles arose. It was too late to go out and be productive so I just sat near the doorway and waited for my friends to return....
Another time on a summer night I was in my room in the building my friend was sleeping on the floor and I felt that weird feeling like someone is watching you so I curled up in my sleeping bag and got all sweaty. Then a old rotary style phone began to give off a long eerie ring. The building has no electricity and there is no phone here for sure. I ignored it and eventually drifted off to sleep.
2023.05.30 19:56 Jnick_Mi Looking for something Similar to 64 bits_Elden ring Demake !
If anyone hasn't seen it 64 bit work before they are a animation group who does video game animations one of the more popular one is a Elden ring Demake! Ive already played a decent amount of chronotrigger and Final Fantasy Adventure! I have a pc but emulation is also on the table if possible any recommendations would be a huge help! Elden ring Demake : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vUl19SCttaM
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