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Marvel Cinematic Universe Tie-In Comics - Definitive Reading Order

2023.03.25 11:44 SteveOMatt Marvel Cinematic Universe Tie-In Comics - Definitive Reading Order

So, a while ago I decided I wanted to read all the MCU comics that tie in to the films and stuff because I've read a couple here and there, but just wanted to get the full story and get a little more MCU. One thing I noticed is that there isn't much in the way of reading orders online other than just lists of said comics. Even then most of the lists separate adaptations from preludes and it becomes confusing.
I decided to just do it myself in this post. If you're interested in also reading the tie-in comics, I think they're worth looking into and is an interesting way to go through the MCU again without watching all the movies.
The way I've sorted them is not so much timeline order and it's not order of release for the comics. This is because a lot of the "preludes" are just adaptations of previous films in the series. It all just gets a bit messy. But I've cleaned it up and made things easier to go through, so here you go (the brackets are the description of what the comic actually is):
  1. Iron Man: I Am Iron Man (Iron Man Film Adaptation)
  2. Iron Man 2: Public Identity (Iron Man 2 Prelude)
  3. Iron Man 2: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (Iron Man 2 Prelude)
  4. Iron Man 2 Adaptation (Iron Man 2 Film Adaptation)
  5. Thor Adaptation (Thor Film Adaptation)
  6. Captain America: First Vengeance (Captain America: The First Avenger Prelude)
  7. Captain America: The First Avenger Adaptation (Captain America: The First Avenger Film Adaptation)
  8. The Avengers Prelude: Fury's Big Week (The Avengers Prelude)
  9. The Avengers Prelude: Black Widow Strikes (The Avengers Prelude)
  10. The Avengers Adaptation (The Avengers Film Adaptation)
  1. Iron Man 3 Prelude (Iron Man 3 Prelude)
  2. Thor: The Dark World Prelude (Thor: The Dark World Prelude)
  3. Captain America: The Winter Soldier Prelude (Captain America: The Winter Soldier Prelude)
  4. Thor: Ragnarok Prelude (The Incredible Hulk Film Adaptation & Thor: The Dark World Film Adaptation)
  5. Captain America: Civil War Prelude (Iron Man 3 Film Adaptation & Captain America: The Winter Soldier Film Adaptation)
  6. Guardians of the Galaxy Prelude (Guardians of the Galaxy Prelude)
  7. Guardians of the Galaxy Prequel Infinite Comic (Guardians of the Galaxy Prelude)
  8. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 Prelude (Guardians of the Galaxy Film Adaptation)
  9. Jessica Jones (Jessica Jones Prelude)
  10. Avengers: Age of Ultron Prelude - The Scepter'd Isle (Avengers: Age of Ultron Prelude)
  11. Ant-Man Prelude (Ant-Man Prelude)
  12. Ant-Man - Scott Lang: Small Time (Ant-Man Prelude)
  13. Ant-Man and the Wasp Prelude (Ant-Man Film Adaptation)
  1. Captain America: Civil War Prelude Infinite Comic (Captain America: Civil War Prelude)
  2. Spider-Man: Homecoming Prelude (Captain America: Civil War Film Adaptation)
  3. Doctor Strange Prelude (Doctor Strange Prelude)
  4. Doctor Strange Prelude - The Zealot (Doctor Strange Prelude)
  5. Spider-Man: Far From Home Prelude (Spider-Man: Homecoming Film Adaptation)
  6. Black Panther Prelude (Black Panther Prelude)
  7. Avengers: Infinity War Prelude (Avengers: Infinity War Prelude)
  8. Avengers: Endgame Prelude (Avengers: Infinity War Film Adaptation)
  9. Captain Marvel Prelude (Captain Marvel Prelude)
  1. Black Window Prelude (Black Widow Prelude)
  2. Eternals: The 500 Year War (Eternals Prelude)
That's it I'm afraid, that's how they all end. It is a shame they stopped doing them in the end as some are actually pretty good and you can understand what I mean about some of the naming conventions being confusing. Hopefully this can clear the fog for people who want to go through them all again, a lot of them you can find free in places like Comixology if you're interested.
I kinda wish they did some more, especially with the Disney Plus series, maybe some of them could have been flushed out a little more? But alas, Eternals is where it all ends and even then that comic is different in style to the rest.
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2023.03.25 11:43 Zamans_ I need advice on how to make my situation-ship work or if I should still hold on to it

I (24M) met an incredible lady last September through a mutual friend at a party. We clicked instantly. Asked her out on a date and things went well, although she was the one who made the first move. She left the next morning after our date as she came to visit my city.
During our date, we talked about expectations and where we saw this going. At the time, I really didn’t feel like doing a ldr as my previous relationship was one. I also mentioned that I wanted to work on myself. She agreed. But after she left, something felt off and reached out to her explaining that I want to scrap our conversation about being together and try to make it work. Once again, she agreed until a month later, I blurted out something that put her off. In one of our conversations, we spoked about being on the same page when it came to our situation-ship. I spoke about the frequency of us visiting each other and how we can make this work which stomped her and she wanted to call it off. The reason was I dropped out of school and she was about to start working at a big financial consulting firm from the following month and it would only be me who would have to make the effort of visiting her. Not that she didn’t want to visit, she wouldn’t have the opportunity to do so.
It was radio silence from the following day. But few days later I reached out to remind her about a promise I made to that I would visit in one of our conversations before she wanted to call it off. She was cool with me visiting. During my visit, we had a conversation about our expectations again and this time she told me that she doesn’t want a ldr as she her love language is physical touch. I respected her decision and tried to make the best our time together. After I came back, she changed her decisions and told me that she’s okay with continuing this. She thanked me for fighting us.
My second visit was in the beginning of this year. This time things went smoothly. Well, there was that one time I asked her out to be my girlfriend and she said no because she wants to be with a man who is serious with their career. She gave me an ultimatum to move to her city with a proper job (I’m a web developer). Meaning no odd jobs. Honestly, even before she asked me to move cities, I was planning on making the move this May because job opportunities are higher in her city than mine and I would be closer to my family. I took it as a motivation to push myself. I shared my plans with her and she agreed.
Post second visit, her job was occupying most of her time as tax season is coming. She would be working seven days a week 9am till 11pm. She was drained. Yet, she made the effort to call me every night to talk to me. She needed someone to be there. I couldn’t make it due to financial reasons. One fine day, we were on a call when I blurted something like breakup about a certain couple and that triggered her again. She wanted to call it off again because with everything going on in her life, she felt this situation-ship to be a burden. I tried fighting for us again but she was hell-bent over cutting me off.
Third visit. Still on-going. Before, she called it off for the second time, we planned on meeting this month. The itinerary was to spend time with her and also meet my family, they moved to the states this January, and we haven’t seen each other since pre-pandemic. I thought this visit would turn out to be like the first one. Where we work it out again. But it didn’t. After my family left, our time spent together was mostly me trying to convince her to just wait a bit longer since May is around the corner. She didn’t want to and kept on saying the same thing she told me before- this feels like a burden right now. I tried to make her open up about why she feels that way and she gave vague answers.
Now, I would like to address something before we move on. She’s an avoidant. I’m the anxious one. I like communicating when I deal with problems. She runs away. In this situation, she is running away again.
I explained this to her and told her that the only way we can try to fix this is by either communicating or by talking to a counselor. She mentioned that she’s depressed but didn’t go in-depth and she wants to cut-ties for good. I suggested us taking a break so that she can have her space and work on herself but she didn’t approve of that. I thought maybe we can make it work once I move for good in May and maybe she’ll be able to figure things out by then. So, I agreed.
My flight got cancelled on the day it was supposed to depart and the airlines rebooked it for the following Monday. We both talked about meeting the next day (she lives with her mom but was staying with me at my airbnb) to watch a movie. Everything was fine until that very evening she started giving me the cold shoulder. I got triggered and asked her if she didn’t want to continue this anymore let’s just call it off. She told me that it’s not that she doesn’t want to be with me but meeting me or talking to me is making it harder for her. She is going to fall for me more. Right after that, she canceled the movie plan and any other plans of meeting till I’m here. I tried asking her several times to spend time with me till I’m here but that led to even deeper into her hole. I think I hit a new low that day.
The next morning, she sent me a text briefly explaining how she really appreciates me and likes me but she needs some time and space to figure things out. She doesn’t expect me to wait. She will eventually reach out when she thinks she’s ready. Ended the text by saying that she wants me to work as hard as her as she doesn’t want to be with a man who’s a bum.
I think the text made me a little happy and maybe was the closure I was looking for. I immediately called her back and apologized for pushing her into staying to which she said she’ll call me back later. Its been two days since then. I want to give her space and wait but I do not know if I should hold on to this or move on. What should I do? Should I be expecting anything, reddit?
TL;DR: My situation-ship partner is an avoidant and needs some space and says she’ll be back when she’s dealt with her problems. Should I hold on?
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2023.03.25 11:26 kayenano The Villainess Is An SS+ Rank Adventurer: Chapter 4

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Juliette Contzen is a lazy, good-for-nothing princess. Overshadowed by her siblings, she's left with little to do but nap, read … and occasionally cut the falling raindrops with her sword. Spotted one day by an astonished adventurer, he insists on grading Juliette's swordsmanship, then promptly has a mental breakdown at the result.
Soon after, Juliette is given the news that her kingdom is on the brink of bankruptcy. At threat of being married off, the lazy princess vows to do whatever it takes to maintain her current lifestyle, and taking matters into her own hands, escapes in the middle of the night in order to restore her kingdom's finances.
Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Action, Fantasy, Copious Ohohohohos.

Chapter 4: Best Laid Plans
I was pacing about my bedroom when I should have been dreaming about tomorrow's breakfast.
Behind my window, the moon was so large that it almost seemed to be watching over my antics. With few clouds to block its view, it had every balcony seat in the theatre to be entertained by my relentless strides as I shuttled back and forth from my wardrobe to my mirror.
Yes, I was currently making one of the hardest decisions of my life.
“Bright colours will suit spring and summer, but will look gaudy come autumn. Dark colours are more forgiving, but will make me appear aloof and unapproachable ...”
It was deciding what to wear for my journey ahead.
That's right! I will restore our kingdom's finances through whatever means possible! And that meant … leaving my bedroom!
It was plain to me that I could no longer ride on the coat-tails of my family. My mother, father and siblings were all striving towards the kingdom's prosperity. I, alone, cannot bear the shame of inaction. Especially if inaction meant looming poverty!
How could this situation have transpired? Were our fields not verdant and green? Were our forests not ancient and tall? Were our mines not deep and bountiful? From the shores of our western bay to the mountains of our eastern hinterlands, the Kingdom of Tirea was awash with resources that were the envy of the world over!
How, then, did things come to be so dire?
Civil unrest, deteriorating security, organised crime, border skirmishes, rebellion, failing industries, loss of merchant shipping … I couldn't imagine what succession of travesties had occurred that would cause so much to go wrong. And I didn't intend to find out by meekly sitting in my room and begging for answers.
No … I could no longer rely on others. This was a crisis I must solve. My very ability to pretend I enjoyed escargots au beurre persillé while stealthily tossing it beneath the table depended on it.
I came to an abrupt halt. I was putting the cart before the horse. It was very important, true, but before I decided what I wore, I needed to decide on what I wanted to do and where I was going.
To start with, then ... a step-by-step action plan!
Step 1: Discover what wrongs are plaguing this kingdom, and fix everything!
The clock by my mantle ticked audibly as I waited for my brain to conjure up additional steps to follow.
None came.
Wait, was that it … ?
Well, what else was there to do? Clearly, our sources of income were failing us. In that case, all I had to do was see to the issue in person!
Undoubtedly, my family and our retainers would have approached the sources of our kingdom's problems already. As a result, their failure to reverse declines suggests it wasn't something a mere royal visit could solve. Or more specifically, something that simply stamping the boot of authority couldn't solve.
Normally, that'd be an issue for me as well. However, as someone with overwhelming confidence due to never having tried anything that could result in failure, I was extremely upbeat about my own abilities.
That's right! My success rate was 100%. And until the day I tasted failure, I intended to abuse that winning streak for as long as I can. Ohohoho!
I went to my bedside table and picked up a parchment and quill.
Dearest Mother and Father,
In keeping with the traditions of our family, I will be undertaking a royal tour of our kingdom. Please be assured that I will use this opportunity to see to the needs of our people and to honour the dignity of this House. When I return, I will be worthy to hold the title of princess.
Do not allow the kitchen to braise confit de canard with hot oranges ever again. It is disgusting.
I nodded, satisfied at my detailed penmanship.
Strictly speaking, it was only the crown prince or princess who undertook a royal tour of duty, and usually just before their ascension. But there was precedent for greater participation in times of civil unrest.
My letter complete, I resumed my search for suitable attire. Travelling attire, at that. And one which didn't scream royalty. A highly difficult task. And yet one I had to succeed at for this endeavour to bear fruit. Long gowns, excessive frills and pandering crowds would hinder my walk even to the nearby village outside the Royal Villa.
Yes. Walk.
Even thinking the word caused my very spine to shudder. To use my own legs instead of a horse. It's a wonder I didn't search for a hoe to carry with me too. Yet such burdens on my soul were necessary.
As this journey would most certainly be forbidden by both Mother and Father, I needed to make my way to the village by myself. And also leave there by myself. I could not stay within the vicinity of the Royal Villa. I'd need to find a means of transporting myself to wherever the kingdom's ills are most severe.
Fortunately, time was on my side. It would be midday at least before the maids grew concerned that the food outside my room hadn't been touched or thrown back out. Time enough to be on my way to my destination.
But where was that?
Before I knew which problem to fix, I needed to know the true extent of them.
I needed to assess the state of the kingdom. That much was clear. And from an unbiased source. I doubted if anyone within these walls would give me an account untouched by a curtain of kindness.
“Hmm. I suppose this will suffice.”
Having scoured my wardrobe from top to bottom, I'd accumulated a set of clothes that could substitute as travelling attire.
It was the most informal pieces of clothing I owned, and would never see the light of day in a royal function. Even so, it was enough to clearly distinguish me as a nobleman's daughter.
Dark boots and high leggings. A patterned skirt and a square buckled belt. A small shoulder cape tied with a red ribbon. A grey sleeved tunic and white gloves. My experience with aristocratic families told me I'd fit well with a merchant baron's household.
With my clothes settled, I attached my sword, Starlight Grace, to my new belt.
Clothes? Yes.
Equipment? Sword.
Belongings? None.
Hmm. I couldn't help but wonder if I was missing something. My lack of experience with midnight escapades was beginning to show itself, wasn't it?
I looked in the mirror and adjusted my hairband. A small, black rose decorated the side. My personal sigil, should I ever choose to adopt one.
There. Better.
And with that—
It was time to depart.

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2023.03.25 11:23 DauntedSoul6 The Devil Assured Me: Pulchra Anima [Mystery/Romance]

Author's Note:
Hi everyone, I'm so excited to announce the remastered version of "The Devil Assured Me". In celebration, I've decided to publish the first chapter also here on the HFY sub-reddit. If you wish to show me some support, please check out the story on Tapas, and consider following me there. I really appreciate your support!
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Story blurb:
Step into the year 1827 and enter the tumultuous life of Dante, a young victim of the working class, struggling to make ends meet through child labor. Discrimination and hardship have cultivated a deep-seated hatred within him, not just for his own circumstances, but for the entire social class that suffers alongside him.
As fate would have it, a tragic incident brings Dante to the brink of death, where he meets the Devil and pleads for a chance to change his life. Upon waking in a decrepit hospital, Dante's life seems to have taken a positive turn. However, his path takes a dark and twisted turn when he enters Dennis' manor and uncovers the true reason behind his encounter with the Devil.
But this is not just Dante's story; it's a tale of characters with their own distinct views on life, each struggling to succeed in their personal endeavors. The story delves deep into the themes of tragedy, violence, and discrimination, and challenges the reader to question their own perceptions of society.
Prepare to be drawn into a world of gripping narrative, powerful characters, and thought-provoking themes that will leave an indelible mark on your mind.
Chapter 1 - A Beautiful Dream
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“It has been quite a while since we last encountered, has it not?”
“You don’t wish to talk?”
“You’re left with nothing, but a mere illusion of emptiness, how will you persist, having discovered the truth? He awaits You. Do you bear a grudge against Him, or do you understand His deeds?”
“After all, you did not choose this path, or did you?”
“It is high time for you to return to slumber, for you cannot foresee your own future, but you know that by now, right?”
“Goodbye, Vincent, but bear in mind…”
“Never lose your faith.”
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"Dante... Dante..., Dante!"
Gasp, "Mother..."
"It is time to wake up, Dante..."
I had experienced such a delightful dream, however, reality has once again dealt me a harsh blow. My parents' endeavors to provide for our household are meager, and residing in a cramped and dilapidated cottage, I was awakened to prepare for my daily labor.
I am Dante, a 16-year-old boy, residing with my two younger sisters and one younger brother, and both of my parents, in the rural outskirts of Castle Combe, England. The year is 1827. Our family is impoverished, subsisting on the brink of destitution in our humble abode, relying on the proceeds of my father's fishing and the limited bread we can afford through the labor that both my father and I undertake.
As the eldest, I have always shouldered the responsibility of caring for my siblings.
My father is a fisherman and also toils in the same factory as I. We are the primary sources of income for our household, while my mother, suffering from a debilitating condition, oversees the children, and manages to prepare meals and attend to the basic needs of my siblings.
As I groggily extricated myself from my bed, my father, attired in his work attire, wore a perpetual expression of gravity, his black hair tied in a brown cord, his gaze fixed upon me...
"Are you gonna sit there and watch me? Get up!"
I had not realized it, but my body felt as if it were on the brink of collapse. The rigors of labor have taken their toll on me. Six days every week. I felt so fatigued...
"Father, I am not feeling well..."
My father's anger was immediately aroused upon hearing my despairing words. He approached me, seized my emaciated arm, and dragged me from my bed. As I fell to the ground, my head began to spin.
I remained with my head resting on the floor, my father's shouts ringing in my ears.
"Get up or else you will be sleeping in the woods again!"
My mother attempted to placate him, but to no avail, he pushed her away. I ponder what has caused this sudden change in him.
We once lived in a slightly larger cottage, but unfortunately, the land on which it stood was requisitioned to build the factory where my father and I now labor. We were evicted and spent months as homeless individuals, until fate smiled upon us and we discovered this small cottage, which now serves as our home. Sadly, it came with a grueling and perilous lifestyle. It has been five years since we were evicted, the factory was completed two years later. Shortly thereafter, boy children living below the poverty line aged 13 or older were conscripted to work at the factory.
We are viewed as mere expendable laborers, and who can blame them, they hold the power. And where else can we go, we are of no use to anyone other than as manual laborers. None of us have any formal education either. It is a lamentable state of affairs.
I have been employed at the factory for over three years now.
My vision began to blur, but I mustered the strength to hoist myself upright and don my work clothes. It still pains me to see how my father has become so abusive in recent years. I often ponder, "I strive to the best of my ability to not disappoint my family, yet I am treated in this manner. Why...?"
I only had the opportunity to imbibe a small amount of water before my father ushered me out of the cottage, and I had yet to bid farewell to my sisters.
"Don't make me go late, son. You will be dead if we are."
I am surprised that I am able to remain upright, without the support of my father, I fear I would have succumbed to collapse. I can only pray that someone will display benevolence and provide me with something to relieve my grogginess or any other means to achieve the same end.
Upon our arrival at the factory, a cutting-edge knife manufacturing facility established by a benevolent organization, I had formed a few acquaintances. Among them, one individual stood out to me. I had never disclosed my domestic plight to him, yet he seemed to be cognizant of it. He consistently made efforts to look after me.
He exuded an air of jubilance, and like myself, he was of humble means. Despite the harsh winter weather, he persistently wore his work clothes, a sight that caused me much sorrow as I knew he did not possess a coat. As a result, I had resolved to save a minuscule amount of money, with the intention of purchasing him a modest but durable coat when winter arrived. Fortunately, it is currently autumn. His name is Thomas.
My colleagues and friends often likened Thomas and I to the Sun and Moon, with Thomas being the embodiment of brightness and myself being the embodiment of melancholy. I cannot fault them for this perception, as I do possess a penchant for a melancholic disposition. I had even considered cutting my long black hair in an attempt to alter their perception, despite my personal inclination towards it.
My role at the factory primarily involved honing the knives crafted by the older workers. The task could become quite arduous as we were not provided with gloves and were required to perform our duties with bare hands. The heat was a constant affliction, but one becomes accustomed to it over time.
My father and I would separate after signing in at the administration room. I would proceed to my designated work area, while my father would depart. Thomas, however, would always await me in the administration room, at the opposite end of the hallway.
"Top of the morning Dante! Had a good sleep?"
(As boisterous as ever... A perfect substitute for a cup of coffee, his energy alone is invigorating...)
"Yes, I've been okay."
Thomas approached me and ruffled my hair, (great. Now it's disheveled again...)
"Lookin a little pale today mate, you sure you're... okay...?"
He forgot I was with my father, as I mentioned earlier, it seemed as if he were privy to my domestic circumstances. He raised his gaze and saw my father glaring at him.
"Good morning mister Porter! Let's make it a good day today alright!"
He attempted to greet him cheerfully, only for my father to leave an awkward silence as he walked away without a word.
My other friends arrived as well, we were a group of four individuals. We had all met each other at the inception of the factory. I could say that we had grown quite close to one another, even my reticent self had warmed up to them, it was a pleasant feeling to say the least.
Me, Thomas, Okabe, and Gabriel. Okabe's parents were foreigners, hailing from the distant country of Japan. However, Okabe had been born here.
He was not well-versed in the customs of his motherland. He and Gabriel possessed a more relaxed disposition. Both of them were not as impoverished as Thomas and I, yet were still of modest means to be working at the factory. They both had the opportunity to attend school, a privilege that I envied. I am certain Thomas did as well.
Gabriel was the tallest among us, he also possessed the most striking visage. It was sometimes difficult to reconcile that he lived a life of poverty. He possessed all the desirable attributes, with his beautiful short-cropped blonde hair, hazel blue eyes, and well-proportioned physique.
Okabe was the shortest among us, he also commonly donned his work clothes, almost as frequently as Thomas did. He often bore a relaxed expression on his face and was never reticent to engage in conversation. He bore a visible scar on the right side of his face, and he would become hostile whenever anyone inquired about it.
Thomas was our jester, it still befuddled me how he and the others were able to maintain such a positive disposition. I would constantly observe them at the workplace, and it was astounding to me that they were able to laugh and jest while we worked. Thomas was almost as tall as Gabriel, he had freckles on his face, green eyes, and ginger hair color. He often had his hair tied back.
Then, there was me. Compared to my contemporaries, I appeared to be the most unwell. I donned larger-sized garments to obscure my gaunt physique. Though I was unable to conceal my emaciated visage from the others, it was a small price to pay. My dark brown eyes did not lend themselves to an appearance of vitality.
"You sick or something? You're looking so pale, did you have breakfast?" Gabriel inquired.
I ignored Gabriel and cast my gaze upon my father, who was already occupied with his work.
Gabriel reached into his satchel and procured a substantial piece of cinnamon-sugared bread, which he offered to me.
"Work this down, I also have some water for you. We have some time before we go work anyway."
I was relieved to have something to eat for breakfast, as I had gone nearly two days without sustenance. I was famished...
We engaged in idle chitchat, with Thomas regaling us with his fantastical tales, as was his wont. He frequently related the dreams he had recently experienced.
But all good things must come to an end, and it was time to commence work. Thankfully, it was also a Saturday, so we did not have to labor on Sundays, which was the day I finally got to rest.
We got to take a little breath, for 30 minutes. We sat together at a table outside, and they all brought food with them. However, I did not have anything with me. I surmised that we only had enough food to eat before nightfall, and nothing to bring with us for the day. I should suggest to my father that we should endeavor to go hunting sometime. We live in close proximity to nature, after all.
(Where even is he? Should he not be here...)
I observed my father indulging in a hearty meal of meat and bread with his colleagues. Lucky him...
"What are ya dozing off for Dante?" Thomas queried.
I shrugged it off, shaking my head, it was nothing, I was accustomed to this, anyhow. My friends most likely did not have enough to share, anyhow, so I would let them be.
"Oh, it's nothing, perhaps I did not sleep enough."
To my surprise, Thomas handed me a piece of bread.
"Here ya go, fella! Chomp it down, you bony vessel."
I supposed it was my lucky day, today.
"Thank you."
We continued our banter, and Gabriel made an unusual comment about me.
"Do you guys not think Dante's vocabulary is so different from ours?"
"Oooh, yeah! He talks like those noble squirrels!" Thomas replied.
Even Okabe silently nodded in agreement. Me, being compared to nobility? What a jest.
"Oh please friends."
"Hey, why not go out together tomorrow? Go in the woods, the cities, steal some food for ourselves, ya?" Thomas proposed.
"But tomorrow is resting day, you know that. Stores are most likely closed on Sundays." Okabe responded.
Gabriel insisted on Thomas his idea, "Let's try it okay? We come here at noon, at the front gate. Is that okay?"
We eventually came to an agreement to venture out together the following day. The only issue was our parents...
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The day had come to a close. I returned home with my father, it was always a comfort to be reunited with my family, who were all in good health. My mother was engaged in preparing a meal, and my younger brother greeted me with enthusiasm, having evidently missed me greatly.
"Dante! Hey, Papa!"
"Hello, Noah. Have you been good?"
"Yes, Dante! I help mommy!"
I assumed my sisters were asleep, but Mother noticed our return. My father had gone to their bedroom, leaving me with Noah and Mother.
"Hello, honey. How was work?"
"It was okay, Mother. I feel a little better, too."
"Oh! I made some tea that might help you feel even better!"
She poured me a cup of tea made from simple ingredients like herbs, plants, cinnamon, and sugar. It was the best tea I had ever tasted, and I felt a sense of pure euphoria with my first sip.
"Where did you get this from, Mother?"
"I made it myself, dear."
"I really like it, Mother. I would love to have more."
"I'm so glad you do. Change into your nightclothes, and let's relax before bed."
I changed and came back downstairs to spend time with my family. My father was engrossed in a book and not inclined to converse with us. Eventually, I retired to my bedchamber, gazing at the beautiful night sky…
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2023.03.25 11:15 zaddar1 glittering seas/ sonorous mountain tops

listen. so i was just sitting on the couch when i suddenly realized that someone in rzen appears to have been writing comments that where probably chinese characters in english. like you are writing in english, but as if you were thinking in chinese and then making a direct translation of chinese characters into english words
so if someone was to translate those words you wrote from english into chinese, they would come out in some form of chinese as if they were actually spoken originally in chinese, and not in english
i didn't know who it was, so i searched posts until i found one and it was you ”
my reply
well i have read a lot of chinese poetry (in translation of course as i can't read any chinese) and they do think a bit different, more semantically dense and minimally grammatic than english and basically targeted at an intelligent literate audience which was the administrative class, the same class that supported ch’an
its interesting to compare chinese poems with ryōkan who was writing for a general audience, often farmers and tonally, they are quite different
you have made a very interesting comment thanks
the cornea is the most nerve dense organ in the body, interfere with it at your peril !
we are so dependent on our eyes for our quality of life that any problems considerably degrade that
glittering seas
sonorous mountain tops
verdant valleys and trinkling streams
they do not last
because we do not last
the problem with post modernism and its critique on power (of itself not wrong) is that they take it a step further and apply a utopian value system and attempt to create a uniform distribution that historically has never worked, the constant of power in reality always being confined to small groups who try to maintain it with varying degrees of ferocity
"woke" is an example of this postmodernist theory, fortunately so flawed in its inconsistencies and the general level of retardation in its adherents that it is not a serious threat to the existing social order in the way bolshevism was though there is an undercurrent of marxism
a solution (of the equations of string theory) is an approximation to a quantum state which is what really describes the universe
the mind is a prediction machine, its constantly involved in this sort of activity just to keep a formed world about you
faux religious ideas based on some sort of zero mental activity state like "the cessation of suffering", god’s peace, nirvana are just the usual craziness
even sleep is highly active with drastic functional shifts in the brain
not a nigerian princeling or general’s daughter with problems hiding what is rightfully theirs from an unjust world, but the real thing
Nazi Party = NAtional soZIalist German Workers’ Party; and its level of stupidity can be gauged by its forcing half the team who worked on the theory enabling the development of the atomic bomb to flee germany because they were jewish and one of those (otto frisch) ended up instrumental in the manhatten project along with many other émigrés who no doubt advanced the timetable by years
interestingly german scientists were very lukewarm on the prospects of an atomic bomb in WW2, fortunately for the allies as the japanese were surprisingly advanced in the development of a bomb and a well funded combined effort may have seen them producing such a weapon about the same time as the americans
another effect of the "diaspora" from germany and europe was the rise of hollywood with the incredible influx of entertainment talent
anybody reading about the last weeks in the berlin bunker can only come away thinking what a bunch of insane stupids !
interestingly hitler was deliberately childless and yet indirectly killed more than almost any-one else ever
endless the monks
asserting themselves against the master
who tells them
neither truth
nor falsity
failing to understand
they waste their time
the zen koan
"there are no teachers of zen"
it turns out
there is no zen either
women’s make-up has always been a black hole of toxicity and lack of regulation
the problem with eihei dogen, is not eihei himself but his elevation into a "cult god" by the soto zen sect and his writings are literally scripture than cannot be questioned by the faithful
when you can’t ask, "what if he’s wrong", then there is a problem
its a very christian paradigm actually and the worst is the monotonous bores who drone on and on with some wacked out "interpretations" of his more voynichated writings
unlike a lot of zen
ryōkan was real person
and those poems he wrote he actually wrote
and the places he wrote about
were real places
actually he was a poet, zen is their own claim
so its not surprising he was real
ed. there is a better than usual translation of ryōkan by john stevens called "dewdrops on a lotus leaf" , a lot of what is out there is stupid soppy designed to indoctrinate
weave apart
and come together again
a succession of moments of truth
only to fragment
into the nothingness
of the unbenign
the insane tell themselves
and you
neither fantasy or reality
outside the boundaries
they have
a surprising salience
the solving of problems
a vast meta in itself
yet how to
the solved ?
looking at the strange characters of urdu
yet to another will speak a clear understanding
so is life and we to each other
borderline personality disorder is a no exit street, fail to learn how to recognize it at your peril !
these gaslighting manipulators bring disaster to all around them
women are not like men, they can’t reason their way into "love". either they love you or they don’t !
some realm of somewhere
other than here
the brain
rolling along
a railway track
the impaired
polynomial time = nondeterministic polynomial time
problems that can be solved
and problems that can’t be solved
but for which
solutions can be verified
the solution of the solving
has yet to be verified
who would have thought rupert murdoch would be such a vigorous old fool ?
four and now five wives
and he still doesn’t understand women
wealth being honey to flies
how we are born
what we are born into
the dice of existence
rolled for the first time
with this
as we know it
an executors
or burns
like an
i think emily bronte picked up TB at the "clergy daughter’s school" at cowan bridge as she felt her health was never the same after being there, it can remain latent for decades
the harm that boarding school did to the brontë family was beyond tragic, a deep colour that pervaded all that was to follow
i agree with this video , she was autistic
i am sure the sisters together had an accelerated artistic development through their mutual interaction, hence the very high quality of their writings so young
helps isolate ourselves
the common herd
their idiocy
the beauty of memory
can flower
in ourselves
“ people, i can’t stand them ”
what about yourself ?
“ i’m not a person ”
politicians and diplomats wouldn’t last a minute if they said what they really thought
the way of the world
putin is selling out russia to china and killing his own ethnic kin, its really bizarre
the universality of aphorisms and poetry
there’s nothing that cannot be expressed
only an endlessness of the yet to be discovered
is and is not
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2023.03.25 11:03 sarcasonomicon [Zindan Central Cemetery] - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Zindan valley is a national agricultural center. The vast cemetery abuts farmland used for crops and livestock. Indeed, until recently, the Zindan Central Cemetery itself had been farmland. Inevitably, goats and other animals from nearby farms and homesteads wandered into the cemetery. Local jokes about the Zindan goats' diet of plants fertilized by the dead soon evolved into ugly superstitious tales about the ill fortunes befalling those who ate the meat, or used the milk of Zindan goats.
The superstitions and scientifically unreasonable anecdotes spread and festered. Soon, it was not just Zindan's goats that were implicated in spreading the ill fortune of the dead, but cows and chickens too. Then the crops of the nearby farms. Then the entire output of the Zindan valley was, in the national imagination, somehow tainted by the internments in the cemetery.
A large fraction of our national exports come from Zindan. Historically, even small variations in the environment of the valley - an extra or missing centimeter of rain - can be linked to spikes and downturns in measures of the entire nation's economic health. Zindan's new reputation as a center of necro-tainted agriculture dealt a terrible blow to the economy.
National exports slowed. Internally, the flow of products from Zindan to the other regions dropped catastrophically. The currency plummeted. And plummeted again.
Once again, nobody seriously considered whether the problem Zindan Central Cemetery was built to solve - the problem of lofty internments - still remained a problem. Perhaps the mania of lofty internments had permanently ended, like a fire that burns intensely but briefly. Perhaps, the economic hardship caused by Zindan valley's new and unwarranted reputation as a source of corpse-tainted food, would have taught a generation of our people that the old ways were the best.
But the business of Zindan Central Cemetery was already a permanent feature of our economy. Saying we no longer needed Zindan Central Cemetery was unthinkable - akin to saying we no longer needed a capital city or a national railway.
Zindan Central Cemetery needed to exist in harmony with the rest of the national economy. Given this constraint, the solution was obvious. Build a wall around the cemetery.
If all that was needed was a way of keeping goats and cows out of the cemetery, then my daughter would still live in this world. But a simple fence would not solve the problem. The wall needed to loom larger in the national imagination than the hundreds of thousands of corpses leeching fluids into the soil and oozing the ill luck of the dead into anything that touched Zindan valley.
The wall's design and means of construction would indulge every known superstition about death and every tradition about the dead, no matter how old or obscure. It would rise exactly one hundred eleven meters tall. It would be tiled with black tiles on the outside and white within. The bricks would be formed so that the wall would have an odd number of courses. Even numbers, in the minds of some, containing ethereal holes through which spirits could flow. The texts of holy books and ancient symbols would be inlaid in the tiles. The gates in the walls to allow access within would be proportioned according to the ancient tenets. Totems of every variety were to be built onto the top, looking to the heavens, the Earth, and wherever else they needed to look to satisfy every system of beliefs and traditions that existed within our borders.
Tenders of incredible value were issued. Sons of families with construction concerns were married to the daughters of well-placed government officials. Daughters of businessmen were paired with unmarried officials themselves. My own parents came to be together through such an arrangement.
There were a few who foresaw the terrible problems that would one day arise as a consequence of the wall's construction. Botanists and insect phrenologists spoke out, in their way. But what chance does a polite cough from the back of a large room stand against the vast fortunes to be made from the wall’s construction? How could heavily caveated and vague warnings about the possibility of eventual, potential problems compete with enormous, already-awarded tenders cemented with family ties?
The wall was built. The goats stayed on the outside, and the reputation of Zindan's agricultural output was rehabilitated. For years, the dead passed through the gates in the Cemetery's great wall and our family happily interred them. And the seeds of the terrible problem that would ultimately destroy our family began to sprout.
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2023.03.25 11:00 martinkaller John Wick director wants to "push the colour palette" in Ghost of Tsushima movie adaptation

John Wick director wants to "push the colour palette" in Ghost of Tsushima movie adaptation
Director Chad Stahelski, who is currently promoting his latest film John Wick: Chapter 4, wants to find a way to "push the colour palette" in the upcoming Ghost of Tsushima movie.
Speaking to DiscussingFilm, the director was asked how he was planning to approach the adaptation of Sucker Punch's samurai epic.
"Ghost of Tsushima is a really interesting story if you really dive into the tale of Jin Sakai and what the film is really about. And you tie him to these amazing visuals," Stahelski replied.
"You can already tell from the John Wick films that I love colour and I love composition. To really try and not only live up to but exceed what the game has done with its visuals is completely fascinating to me."
He continued: "So that's something we're currently researching and working on. Like, how can you push the colour palette? How can you bring that world to life in a very realistic and grounded way?"
Stahelski echoed this comment during a recent John Wick Q&A. The director was asked what he will bring to the upcoming Ghost of Tsushima adaptation, specifically in relation to his experiences working on John Wick.
"With every John Wick, we try to build the world a little bit bigger with the characters and set pieces and lighting," he shared (via IGN).
"Just what we've learned over the past couple years with DI, digital intermediate - the colouring at the end [of production] - and what you can do with new technology and with new Alexa cameras, that's kind of allowed us, hopefully, to take cinematography to the level that Ghost deserves."
He went on: "You can see the purples and pinks, and we can push the colour and highlights about as far as you can push in Chapter 4... So it was a big technological achievement to get the colours that we did in this and to get them to really stick, especially in the theatres you're seeing them in."
All that being said, the director also suggested Ghost of Tsushima's Kurosawa Mode could make a showing in the film. When asked about the possible inclusion of the game's grainy black-and-white filter, Stahelski teased: "It's definitely a conversation."
The upcoming Ghost of Tsushima film is just one of many projects currently in the works with Sony, with Stahelski confirming last year that this adaptation will have "a complete Japanese cast, in Japanese".
He stated this may "scare the shit out of most people", but said Sony is "on board with backing [him] on that".
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2023.03.25 10:59 resurrective Chapter 20 – Business, treats and threats

It was way beyond the midday, when Keyaruga woke up from his restless dream. Freia, Setsuna, Eve – all of his companions clung to him in some way or another, so it took a bit of effort not to wake them up.
It didn’t work. I still see them. I still… dream of them.
The hero stood up, but a heavy burden on his soul never allowed him to straighten his stiff shoulders. His vengeance was almost complete. Even if Blade survived, she would have to live with her trauma from her encounter with the healer for the rest of her miserable days.
Josephine too carried deep scars within her, and after what happened in the night, her wounds would never heal. Takemikazuchi didn’t save his daughter, he merely took away the tormented doll from the lad, thus prolonging her suffering.
So what now? My vengeance wasn’t worth it?.. No… It was. Someone had to do something about that bitch, and I even got my divine armament, so I mustn’t think about it too much.
My issues, though… Nobody can help me with that, so sparing myself will only make me weaker. Persevere, Keyaruga. You’re a man, so keep it together and don’t whine.
With that in mind, the man pulled his clothes from the wardrobe, dressed, and even gathered Blade’s tattered clothes. He had a pretty nice idea of who would pay for these rags and scraps. Before that, though…

Eve Reese was the second to rise. She slept in a sitting pose, covering herself with a pair of shiny black wings. Not like she felt cold amidst the summer in her dark nightgown, but the first thing she wished to obtain was her outfit. Conveniently enough, it hanged on the nearest chair.
“Good morning, birdie. I washed your dress, it must be dry now.” The man spoke monotonously, sitting behind a table in the far corner of the room.
“It’s not… morning.” The strained maiden replied, as she changed her clothes. From one side, there was nothing to be embarrassed of, since the healer was never distracted from his deeds. From another… “Do you always keep your guard up? It’s hard, you know? Living like that.” The maiden deadpanned, staring at the lad’s back. She didn’t actually fear this man. Remained cautious – certainly, but at the same time she saw traces of her deceased father in him. Sure, he did cheat on her mom a few times, just like Keyaruga indulged in sexual debaucheries with Freia and Setsuna, but at the same time, both of them never spared themselves from having to protect the ones close to them. Somehow… “I wouldn’t want you to die too.”
“Calm down, Eve, I’m immortal.” He dryly replied to her comment. He didn’t want her to fear for him, and yet the lad couldn’t stop worrying about her. His various phobias were rooted in the same memories of past traumas as his nightmares. Even if he knew, that only the toughest could defeat his girls. “Are you hungry?”
“I think… A little bit, yes.” The black-winged girl spoke, strolling toward the man. She noticed alchemical tools, a few pouches of different roots, plants, some fresh, some dried, some turned into fine powder in the glass mortar. “What’re you doing, Keyaruga?”
“Pondering my orb.” The man responded, half-jokingly, half-serious. The white sphere was placed on a towel on the far left corner of the table. But even so, he barely even looked at that direction.
“It doesn’t look that way.” The queen-to-be noted, taking one of two dozen phials from a small wooden box. The liquid of green and red piqued her curiosity with its peculiar nature. The color didn’t mix, after all, no matter how much the girl shook the vessel. “What is it?”
“Our money. So please put it back from where you took it.” Despite his own words, Keyaruga snatched the bottle from Eve’s hands himself. Put it in back in its place. Everything must be in order, after all. “I’m almost finished. After that, well, a carriage will come and take us to a restaurant.” He elaborated, briefly showing the maiden a sheet of deformed paper. The was an invitation in almost perfect Phasian, written by none other than Karman.
“I see… Hey, Keyaruga, you don’t look so good. Would you, you know, like to speak about something? Like, what’s happening between you and Freia? Why do you… growl in your sleep? Why…”
“That’s enough.” Keyaruga nagged, pouring his miraculous brew into the last vial. “This is something only me and Freia share.” The hero stated, closing the box he bought, while the girls remained asleep. A perk of living in a trustworthy deity’s house – you can always be sure nothing would happen to your treasures. And even that brief outing was stressful enough for the man.
“Ehm… Alright. Would you want to ask me anything?” Eve carefully wondered, making space for the man. Surprisingly enough, not only did he put the box in the bag, he also stuffed it with the same attire he came home in.
“Yes… It’s not a question, though.” The lad declared, turning his crimson eyes toward Eve’s red pupils. Just like his… “Norn, the princess who leads this entire army, and Freia’s sister, will come with us, regardless of whether she wants to or not, even if I have to butcher her entire army on my own and wipe her memories altogether.” The healer admitted, still staring in Eve’s eyes. There, he saw confusion, a little bit of fear, a little bit of stress, a little bit of anger. Clearly, the girl didn’t accept this reality.
“W-why?” The queen-to-be asked, trying to take a step back, only to find herself unable to do so. The twisted grin on the man’s face filled her with dread, as if the hero dropped his mask to reveal his true colors. She didn’t know much about the second princess, but even the rumors she heard painted Norn as an uncaring devil of plagues and murders in a child’s body.
“Because I made a promise, because I can’t leave her in Margurth’s hands. Because Freia asked me to let her live. Because she’s the visionary of a brand new world, a tactical genius who we can’t do without in our revolutionary campaigns. Because otherwise, her talent will be wasted on mass destruction and genocide. Because I saw the future, in which she razed Tenanulic and left you with only a few hundred cripples among the wasteland of Gurthal, because…”
Because I still love her? Did I ever love her? Did anyone love me? Freia only seeks redemption, Setsuna… Nayuta said she loved me, but she craves the strength I can give her, Kureha sees me as a paragon of justice, an idea rather than a man. And Norn? I was her spy… Maybe, she would use me, until I outlive my usefulness, and then…
The man got lost in his thoughts. So much so, that his own knees failed him and he almost crumbled on the ground right before Eve.
“…y… hey… Hey! Keyaruga!..” He remained deaf to the girl’s exclamation. In a haze, the man hardly even reacted to the reality, barely registered Eve’s attempts to grab him, to keep him from falling. As if hundreds of scrawny arms dragged him into hell, poisoning his tattered mind.
Oh? I passed out for a moment? That’s not good, how can I be strong, when I can’t even hold myself together?
Eve… Wait, what’s Eve doing? She holds me? Why? What can she achieve by that? What?..
“I’m fine, Eve.” The Hero of Healing said, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. It wasn’t a common occurrence for the man to lose his grip on reality that easily, and neither would he allow it to become one. “Let go.”
“No, you’re not, moron! What’s going on with you?” The kokuyoku scion asked somewhat harshly, refusing to break her embrace. She demanded at least some form of explanation. After all, why would anyone want to depend on someone, whose passions and suffering are beyond their comprehension?
“In the future I saw, you had to kill Norn for what she did, and I had to kill you. I hated it, so I’ll make my own destiny, where you and Norn will live.” Keyaruga announced, before patronizingly tapping Eve’s shoulder.
You’d become a Me-ua even without me. But that slut Panakea killed your man. Man… strange, he killed your friends, and you gave him two children… No matter, Panakea wants me to become your champion. And so I will. I will make you the queen myself.
“Thanks…” The maiden quietly said, taking a step back from her guardian. “For your honesty, I mean.” She added, puffing her cute cheeks. “You should get some rest, though.”
“No, I’m fine. And don’t thank me… You don’t even know what you were robbed off.” Keyaruga declared, rising in full height. Then, he turned toward his two other lovely companions. “Wake up, girls! We’re going after our breakfast now!”
After that, I’ll have to get back to the sphere. I’ll finally become a proper hero.

Finally, after so many labors, both physical and emotional, Keyaruga could enjoy a moment of peace. Forget about the war, ignore the fact that his ‘destined’ reunion with Eve was orchestrated by the goddess, bury his trauma under a layer of comfort. At least for now, anyway.
Keyaruga, Eve, Setsuna and Freia sat around a single table. They had plenty of expensive food, drinks (both alcoholic and not). Starters and snacks, soups and stews. All of that was paid from Karman’s wallet, of course.
“Allow us to thank you for your generosity.” Keyaruga said to the seller, after at least a minute of his silence. All that time the beastman spoke with Freia about her preferred cosmetics, Setsuna indulged him with a conversation about battle arts, and how some equipment could compliment certain moves, while debilitating others, and even Eve managed to have a comprehensive talk about how the world is turning to shit, referencing political crisis in Confederation.
“You know, I prefer to think of it as investments, rather than gifts. I don’t think you’ll disagree that trust is the most valuable asset.” Karman replied, seamlessly switching from speaking Tarenago with Eve to Phasian with Keyaruga. “Especially when I can enjoy the company of your beauties.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t really deserve these cuties.” The lad commented, taking a brief look at each of his companions.
“Keyaruga, you’re being too harsh on yourself.” The sorceress, who sat to the right from the healer, said, caringly covering the man’s hand with her own palm. For better or worse, she loved him dearly, which everyone around the table could tell. Except Keyaruga himself, to whom that seemed but a temporary passion from the princess, and even his own feelings he perceived as a desperate need for companionship.
“Uh-huh. You deserve Setsuna.” The girl to the left of him even went so far as to jump on the hero’s neck. In a peculiar way, the phlegmatic she-wolf was the beacon of positivity in the party. Not even her recent defeat changed that fact.
With those two Karman had literally no chances. Their infatuation to Keyaruga was still fresh, and even if it was otherwise, their loyalty wouldn’t shatter that easily. Eve, though, wasn’t among the man’s lovers, that much was for certain. So what did the green-haired beastman do? Well, at first, there was a smile. Then, a wink. Did it work? In some way…
Mi nanpa wor midunarund (I’m not seeking for relationships right now).” Eve indeed noticed the merchant’s attempts to flirt, but she almost instantly cut it off.
“Haa… No luck for me here, I guess.” Karman shrugged, taking a sip of his favorite wine. He knew too well, how easy it was to lose a partner by standing between him and his girl. The vendor already had such a lesson, that he wouldn’t share with the red-haired ‘alchemist’.
“Speaking of luck, is the client satisfied with my potion?” The hero asked slyly. He had little appetite outside of the bare minimum for refilling his body and mind with energy, and yet he was glad to see his companions enjoying the feast.
“You’re a miracle-maker, pal, I’ll give you that! I’d even kiss you for what you did for us!” The merchant sneered, enjoying a fine beef goulash. “It healed the girl in one sip! Although…”
“It hasn’t healed her soul.” Keyaruga admitted, recalling the vigilante’s words. He saved the man both directly and indirectly. After all, it seemed like if nobody offered Nina a free remedy, he wouldn’t listen to Keara, and Blade would’ve squashed him. Would that be beneficial to the healer’s revenge?
Too much of ‘would’s for my liking.
“Basically… Eh, no matter, she’ll get through it, eventually. The girl’s dad went out for a hunt himself, though. Said he saw some chick going toe to toe with Blade, can you believe it? Damn, I hope she’s still kicking.” Karman noted, looking at Keyaruga indifferently shaking a cup of wine in his hands. Fortunately, at that point Setsuna and Freia got back to banqueting.
“Why wouldn’t I believe? I… hired her.” Although it took a little bit of lie, that brief explanation didn’t fail to attract the beastman’s ultimate interest. “She’s a killer, just so you know.”
“No… fucking way!” Karman swore, making sure his distressed is properly conveyed to everyone. Even if Blade’s ‘name’ was deliberately omitted.
“And look, what she brought me.” His astonishment got even greater, as the red-eyed lad grabbed an inconspicuous leather package from under the table and slowly levitated it right to the trader’s hands.
Farafinatia Ahurama! Is this-?” The magic trick didn’t fail to impress the vendor, sure, but after he peeked inside… “Huh… This is what I think it is?” The merchant mused, evaluating the dirty tattered coat. The cuirass was in much better shape, but either way, he did recognize, who it belonged to. And right after that, the merchant unceremoniously tossed a heavy poach right in Keyaruga’s hand. In would smash his face, if not for the hero’s reaction, though.
“I’m buying this!” The vendor declared, hiding Blade’s clothes under the table, before some nosy folk beside them could tell, over whose demise was the transaction.
“Sold.” Keyaruga nodded, amused with how accurate his prediction turned out to be. The bag, filled with various jewels approximately equaling hundred of Jioral kadmi, Keyaruga hanged onto his belt. Probably, Karman would get even more from the victim’s father anyway. “Although, you shouldn’t sell these before Buranikka’s ‘guests’ get the hell out of here.” The lad warned the merchant, before nodding to Freia, so that the sorceress prepares the real goods.
“Heh, I knew it! My intuition never fails me!” Karman exclaimed, pointing his finger onto the man. His right arm shook in an gesture of enthusiastic endorsement.
“Really now? And what does it tell you now?” Keyaruga wondered, resting his chin onto his joined fingers.
“That you, my friend, didn’t just come here to brag on behalf of your mercenaries, or for a free meal. Ready to meet the market’s demands, alchemist?”
“Heh-heh.” The man chuckled, putting a box right between the dishes. Some were still untouched, some already empty, but what stimulated the monger’s appetite was within the container. “Take a look.”
And so he did. Karman pulled a peculiar monocle from his pocket, and proceeded to meticulously inspect each and every vessel among what Keyaruga presented to him.
“Thirty vials, huh? Restoration potions?” The beastman wondered, cautiously putting the last bottle of non-mixing double-colored liquid back in the box.
“Certainly. First comes the mundane effect – they mend your wounds. Then, this potion rejuvenates endurance. Dare I say, this is my masterpiece?” The red-haired man declared with pride.
“Did you also have to put your blood in it as well?” Karman asked, fighting with an urge to jump from the excitement.
“No, that was an exception.” The Hero of Healing shrugged casually.
“Exception this, exception that. You helped good people, that’s all that matters.” The green-haired man declared before closing the wooden box. “Alright, this is good stuff.”
“Won’t you give it a taste, then?” Keyaruga sneered, feeling like he discovered another golden mine.
“I’m a merchant, brother. I can tell, whether you’re pushing good stuff or not!” With that said, Karman offered the lad another poach with even greater amount of precious minerals as before. Keyaruga opened it, accessed, and silently accepted the payment, letting the beastman take his purchase. “Say, why won’t you sell it yourself?” The vendor pondered, tapping onto the precious box.
“What do you think I’m doing? Or you’re implying I have to spend days upon days, trying to cajole the locals to purchase my wares?” Keyaruga scoffed, and glanced at Setsuna, then Freia, and later Eve. All of them finished their meals, and just sat silently, waiting the healer to finish the transaction. Getting them to sell potions seemed like a good idea… but Keyaruga would never go for it.
“True, getting folk to trust you takes a while.” Karman spoke, impressed by the man’s sense in business. Not many wonder-mongers could actually profit, unless they were actually talented crooks. “I wonder if you also know, how much time I have to resell your potions.”
“Three days.” Keyaruga eagerly replied. “Today, tomorrow, and…”
“My, oh my! Can I be your first customer?” A deep and mannered voice resonated throughout the premise. It was a well-dressed gentleman, and his gentle tone had to himself pretty well.
“Certainly, I’m always rea…” Karman was ready to trade with the customer right there, but seeing Freia, Setsuna, and Eve jumping from their chairs and getting ready to battle put a halt to his intent.
“Careful, Keyaruga!” The Hero of Magic snarled, snatching her staff right from the thin air.
Grrrr!” Setsuna growled, summoning the icy crust on her forearms. After a swift jump she found herself standing atop of the table, cautiously avoiding stepping into the food. The huntress, no matter how swollen her belly was, prepared for battle. To protect those she loved.
“…” And even Eve summoned a small constellation of bright stars. The group prepared for battle, they attracted attention from all the guests, most of which wisely decided to leave the restaurant through the second exit, some of which didn’t even pay.
“Have you come to finish your task, Organ?” The princess snarled, rapidly pumping her new staff with magic potency. Along with her two sisters-in-arms, the caster was ready for the second encounter with Hawkeye. “If so, we…”
You will do nothing, Freia.” This time, though, Keyaruga was there to stand against the Champion. “Setsuna, please get off the table. This one came for me, apparently.” The Hero of Healing spoke smoothly, stepping next to Eve. With a single swipe, he extinguished her spell. “Don’t. This will hurt some passerby much more than him.” The man uttered, approaching the murderous archer.
“These girls are under my protection, good sir. Should you raise your blade on them, you’ll have to pass me first.” The red-haired man calmly declared, standing between Organ Trist and the table with his allies.
The tension kept rising, underneath Hawkeye’s indifferent façade Keyaruga noted a cold-blooded focus and the ultimate will. The sword, the bow, two hidden blades in his sleeves, a tiny firearm in the right gauntlet, a set of throwing knives, tiny razors and a pair of brass knuckles. Add a fighting capabilities to stand his ground against the very god of fencing, and the fact that most, if not all, of his comedically numerous weapons were heavily poisoned, and you get a recipe for a catastrophe.
Race: Human
Name: Organ
Class: Divine Archer
Level: 34 ☆
Mana: 67/108
Physical attack: 84
Physical defense: 91
Magic attack: 32
Magic defense: 53
Speed: 133
Fencing: 5th level
Spearsmanship: 4th level
Archery: 7th level
Battle arts: 5th level
Throwing skills: 6th level
Healing magic: 1st circle
Blood of Artemis: Artemis’ descendant’s exclusive skill. Improves ranged attacks capabilities
Amber eyes: Artemis’ blessing. Greatly increases the user’s speed, reaction, and visual comprehension.
Heavenly precision: Divine Archer’s exclusive skill. Greatly boosts accuracy of ranged projectiles.
Yes… That didn’t look promising.
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2023.03.25 10:54 AbbreviationsSea8243 Today sucked, bad.

Hi everyone.
Let me begin by establishing a key portfolio:
Me (16F)
Today felt like one of the worst days of my life.
It all started around 1:00 when my friend, H, invited me to the beach for her party. L and I had some drama in the past, but I understood we were past that. She was, in fact, not past that.
I turn up to the beach and we go over to a park to hangout for a bit, and as I walk over three guys run away. One of these guys is an ex-situationship, one of them is a current situationship and one is a friend. The excuse they used is "Look, (Me) is coming, run!" And everyone got so angry at me because apparently I made them run away because they 'hate being around me' so much.
The day continues and the boys return and say hi to me etc.
Fast-forward to the trip to the party, we are all on a bus to the other beach the party will be held at. On the bus, J asks me, "Wait, (me), why are you here with us? Where are you going" and I'm like "I'm going to H's party, I was invited". Apparently my tone when I said this to her was so demeaning that L speaks up and says "Youre so rude, (me), no wonder why everyone hates you". At this point tensions really begin to rise, and nobody else on the bus which was a group of about 12 girls, sticks up for me. An old lady with her grandson tell L to be nice to me. How sweet. I ignore L's remark as best as I can, which aggravates her further.
At the party (20 mins later), L comes up to me and tells me to apologise to J for my attitude. I tell her I didnt do anything wrong, and that I was simply answering her question. She says some mean things such as nobody likes you, you have no friends, nobody here wants you, no wonder why your ex hates you, and eventually I cave and agree to apologise just hoping she would give me a break. I attempt to apologise, and J says to me " To be so honest with you, i dont know why your here, H doesnt even want you here, nobody does, your such a shit person to be around and you ruin everyone's mood" "Stop inviting yourself out to our group and stop associating with us, we dont like you"
At this point I'm a little hurt, and I just reply with a timid "okay"
I am responded to with a "Okay? If you understand then leave, just get out of here, nobody wants you"
She continues to tell me to leave and reinforces that I have no friends and nobody wants me here.. I don't respond and then she shoves me to the ground and tells me to respond.
I simply turn my back and talk to some other people whom I liked a bit better, and try conversate with them but am bothered by L again as she tries to shove and hit me. I can tell she wants to fight, and knowing my own strength I tie my hair up and pass my bag to a random person who stops me from fighting her.
L then brings up my ex-boyfriend. We had dated for a year, during which he physically abused me multiple times. She tells me that my ex feels uncomfortable around me and that he showed her all my messages apologising and missing him. (to be fair, it was a year long relationship where I lost my virginity etc). I simply tell her not to bring him into this, she had hit a nerve in me.
Teary eyed I retreat, knowing I had lost the fight. I can hear her telling everyone shit about me, I can hear them all yelling at me to walk faster and get out of there. I hear it all.

I walk to a cliff where I cry for multiple hours and proceed with drafting a suic*de letter to my family.
During this, I accidentally drop my $2000 phone down a cliff additionally.

Exhausted, depressed and alone I just give up and walk for three hours home as I couldnt pay for any busses as my money was in my phone. I'm currently writing this in a hot bath, trying to gather my thoughts and figure out how to proceed further.

I currently have lost all my friends I would hangout with, and am utterly alone with no mobile phone or any source of technology other than my laptop. I am exhausted and hurt. I have an extensive suic*dal history and can notice my behaviours seeking an extreme depressive state.
Please help Reddit, I dont know what to do with myself anymore. I am too scared to go out.
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2023.03.25 10:39 Hefty_Bison1857 Favorite r/xiuxiu albums that's aren't by Xiu Xiu, top upvoted one gets added, round 11. A I A: Alien Observer by Grouper wins the round 10.

Favorite xiuxiu albums that's aren't by Xiu Xiu, top upvoted one gets added, round 11. A I A: Alien Observer by Grouper wins the round 10. submitted by Hefty_Bison1857 to xiuxiu [link] [comments]

2023.03.25 10:36 New_Cyyandle4398 AITB for not accepting gifts brought directly to me in my apartment?

I live in Queens, and the other day got a shock; the bus driver on my usual route had came to my door and had brought me some VS lingerie and some candy (IIRC, 10 Hershey's bars, 5 packets of Skittles and six packets of Doritos).
She admitted she'd stopped the bus and let the passengers wait so she could deliver the package to my apartment and had somehow found out where I lived from a well-meaning third party and said she was rushing to get back to the bus.
I'm 32/F and live with my fiance, we've only been engaged 6 weeks!
I was shocked and surprised; I don't even have much interaction with her aside from paying for it. She's a big black lady with glasses and her hair in a ponytail.
I've never had any meaningful social interaction with her.
I said thank you but didn't really accept them and decided to put them somewhere else in the apartment, then told my fiance later that night.
I felt embarrassed and angry. I got nothing against lesbians or gay people but this is fucking weird.
My mom told me as a kid to be grateful for gifts received, but AITB here for NOT following that advice this one and only time?
AITB here, or is the bus driver?
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2023.03.25 10:30 mi555trZ [Store] 300+ KNIVES AND GLOVES e.g. Tiger Strike, Imperial Plaid, POW, Fade, Marble Fade, Big Game, Butterfly Crimson & Slaughter & Tiger Tooth & Autotronic, Skeleton Crimson Web MW, Karambit Tiger Tooth & Doppler, M9 Marble Fade & Tiger Tooth & Doppler, AWP Fade MW, AK Fire Serpent FN & many more

Taking csgo skins mainly (knives, gloves, aks, m4s, awps and so on). Anything as long as offer is good.
I don't update this list everyday, so I have many items which aren't listed here. Check if something interests you! Also, some of the items are on trade hold, for release date you can add me or check by yourself.
Add me to talk here:

Keys from these buy outs aren't TF2 keys.

Gloves Tiger Strike MW 0.12 float - B/O 400 keys
Gloves Tiger Strike FT 0.32 float - B/O 140 keys
Gloves Imperial Plaid MW 0.12 float - B/O 140 keys
Gloves Blood Pressure MW 0.12 float - B/O 100 keys
Gloves POW FT 0.37 float - B/O 90 keys
Gloves Emerald Web WW 0.43 float - B/O 80 keys
Gloves Fade FT 0.36 float - B/O 74 keys
Gloves Big Game FT 0.25 float - B/O 73 keys
Gloves Big Game FT 0.35 float - B/O 73 keys
Gloves Marble Fade FT 0.24 float - B/O 71 keys
Gloves Imperial Plaid FT 0.26 float - B/O 66 keys
Gloves Scarlet Shamagh FT 0.32 float - B/O 65 keys
Gloves Fade WW 0.40 float - B/O 52 keys
Gloves Mogul FT 0.32 float - B/O 50 keys
Gloves Mogul FT 0.35 float - B/O 50 keys
Gloves Diamondback MW 0.13 float - B/O 48 keys
Gloves Overtake MW 0.12 float - B/O 45 keys
Gloves Blood Pressure FT 0.35 float - B/O 38 keys
Gloves Bronze Morph FT 0.28 float - B/O 34 keys
Gloves Bronze Morph FT 0.36 float - B/O 34 keys
Gloves Bronze Morph WW 0.38 float - B/O 30 keys
Gloves Polygon BS 0.66 float - B/O 29 keys
Gloves Polygon BS 0.75 float - B/O 29 keys
Gloves Diamondback FT 0.37 float - B/O 27 keys
Wraps Giraffe FT 0.32 float - B/O 25 keys
Wraps Giraffe FT 0.36 float - B/O 25 keys
Gloves Jade FT 0.21 float - B/O 24 keys
Gloves Black Tie BS 0.75 float - B/O 24 keys
Gloves Buckshot MW 0.14 float - B/O 24 keys
Wraps Duct Tape MW 0.13 float - B/O 21 keys
Wraps Badlands WW 0.39 float - B/O 21 keys
Wraps Giraffe WW 0.38 float - B/O 21 keys
Gloves Overtake FT 0.18 float - B/O 25 keys
Gloves Overtake FT 0.37 float - B/O 21 keys
Gloves Yellow-banded FT 0.36 float - B/O 20 keys
Gloves Charred FT 0.27 float - B/O 20 keys
Gloves Jade BS 0.47 float - B/O 18 keys
Wraps Arboreal FT 0.37 float - B/O 18 keys
Gloves Overtake WW 0.39 float - B/O 17 keys
Gloves 3rd Company FT 0.23 float - B/O 17 keys
Gloves Snakebite FT 0.15 float - B/O 17 keys
Gloves Overtake BS 0.75 float - B/O 15 keys
Gloves Rattler MW 0.14 float - B/O 14 keys
Wraps Desert Shamagh FT 0.25 float - B/O 14 keys
Gloves Convoy FT 0.33 float - B/O 14 keys
Gloves Buckshot FT 0.18 float - B/O 14 keys
Gloves Rezan BS 0.57 float - B/O 14 keys
Wraps Arboreal BS 0.77 float - B/O 14 keys
Gloves Bronzed BS 0.50 float - B/O 13 keys
Wraps Duct Tape BS 0.47 float - B/O 13 keys
Gloves Emerald FT 0.33 float - B/O 13 keys
Gloves Needle Point FT 0.24 float - B/O 12 keys
Gloves Rattler FT 0.28 float - B/O 11 keys
Gloves Rattler BS 0.47 float - B/O 11 keys
Gloves Racing Green FT 0.26 float - B/O 10 keys
Gloves Racing Green WW 0.39 float - B/O 10 keys

Knives and high tier items:
AK Fire Serpent FN 0.06 float - B/O 440 keys
Butterfly Crimson Web MW 0.12 float - B/O 380 keys
Butterfly Doppler MW P1 0.07 float - B/O 310 keys
Butterfly Slaughter FN 0.06 float - B/O 300 keys
Butterfly Tiger Tooth FN 0.02 float - B/O 300 keys
Butterfly Autotronic FT 0.37 float - B/O 270 keys
Skeleton Crimson Web MW 0.11 float - B/O 260 keys
Butterfly Autotronic FT ST 0.20 float - B/O 260 keys
Butterfly Slaughter MW ST 0.14 float - B/O 260 keys
Karambit Doppler FN P2 0.01 float - B/O 240 keys
M9 Marble Fade FN 0.03 float - B/O 230 keys
Karambit Tiger Tooth FN 0.02 float - B/O 210 keys
Butterfly Black Laminate WW 0.43 float - B/O 190 keys
Butterfly Crimson Web FT 0.21 float - B/O 190 keys
AWP Fade MW 81% 0.07 float - B/O 180 keys
M9 Vanilla - B/O 180 keys
Karambit Doppler FN P1 0.01 float - B/O 180 keys
Nomad Fade FN 91% 0.01 float - B/O 180 keys
M9 Tiger Tooth FN 0.04 float - B/O 170 keys
Talon Marble Fade FN 0.01 float - B/O 160 keys
Talon Marble Fade FN 0.04 float - B/O 160 keys
M9 Doppler FN P2 0.008 float - B/O 160 keys
M9 Doppler FN P2 0.02 float - B/O 160 keys
Bayonet Lore MW ST 0.08 float - B/O 140 keys
M9 Slaughter MW 0.08 float - B/O 140 keys
Butterfly Night FT 0.36 float - B/O 130 keys
M9 Autotronic BS 0.68 float - B/O 130 keys
Stiletto Fade FN ST 82% 0.03 float - B/O 130 keys
M9 Black Laminate FT 0.18 float - B/O 130 keys
M9 Ultraviolet MW 0.10 float - B/O 120 keys
M9 Crimson Web FT 0.37 float - B/O 110 keys
Karambit Ultraviolet FT 0.28 float - B/O 110 keys
Karambit Freehand FT 0.19 float - B/O 110 keys
Flip Fade FN 98% 0.03 float - B/O 130 keys
Flip Fade FN 83% 0.008 float - B/O 110 keys
Karambit Bright Water FT 0.18 float - B/O 110 keys
Karambit Bright Water FT 0.20 float - B/O 110 keys
Butterfly Forest Ddpat FT 0.33 float - B/O 110 keys
M9 Freehand FN 0.05 float - B/o 100 keys
Butterfly Scorched FT 0.37 float - B/o 100 keys
M9 Damascus Steel MW 0.09 float - B/O 100 keys
Stilettp Doppler MW P4 0.07 float - B/O 100 keys
Skeleton Case Hardened FT 0.17 float - B/O 100 keys
Bayonet Tiger Tooth FN 0.03 float - B/O 95 keys
Bayonet Doppler FN P1 0.008 float - B/O 95 keys
Talon Vanilla - B/O 95 keys
M9 Damascus Steel FT 0.21 float - B/O 90 keys
M9 Blue Steel WW 0.14 float - B/O 90 keys
Stiletto Slaughter FN 0.04 float - B/O 85 keys
Daggers Ruby FN ST 0.06 float - B/O 85 keys
M9 Freehand FT 0.21 float - B/O 85 keys
M9 Damascus Steel BS 0.45 float - B/O 85 keys
Karambit Boreal FT 0.15 float - B/O 85 keys
Nomad Vanilla ST - B/O 80 keys
Flip Marble Fade FN 0.02 float - B/o 80 keys
Nomad Vanilla - B/O 80 keys
Navaja Sapphire FN 0.06 float - B/O 80 keys
Karambit Forest Ddpat FT 0.25 float - B/O 80 keys
M9 Ultraviolet FT 0.24 float - B/O 80 keys
Flip Lore MW 0.10 float - B/O 80 keys
M9 Night FT 0.32 float - B/O 75 keys
Karambit Scorched FT 0.15 float - B/O 75 keys
Karambit Safari Mesh FT 0.20 float - B/O 75 keys
M9 Rust Coat BS 0.48 float - B/O 73 keys
Ursus Marble Fade FN 0.01 float - B/O 72 keys
Classic Crimson Web MW ST 0.13 float - B/O 72 keys
M9 Stained WW 0.41 float - B/O 71 keys
Talon Stained MW 0.09 float - B/O 67 keys
Stiletto vanilla - B/O 66 keys
Bowie Fade FN 93% 0.03 float - B/O 65 keys
M9 Boreal Forest FT 0.18 float - B/O 65 keys
Talon Blue Steel WW 0.44 float - B/O 64 keys
Talon Damascus Steel WW 0.44 float - B/O 64 keys
M9 Urban Masked FT 0.24 float - B/O 63 keys
Talon Blue Steel WW 0.54 float - B/O 63 keys
M9 Scorched FT ST 0.16 float - B/O 63 keys
M9 Forest Ddpat FT 0.37 float - B/O 63 keys
Talon Stained FT 0.20 float - B/O 62 keys
M9 Safari Mesh FT 0.34 float - B/O 61 keys
Nomad Case Hardened FT 0.29 float - B/O 61 keys
Talon Ultraviolet FT 0.18 float - B/O 65 keys
Talon Ultraviolet FT ST 0.36 float - B/O 60 keys
Bayonet Case Hardened WW 0.44 float - B/o 59 keys
Huntsman Fade FN 91% 0.04 float - B/O 58 keys
Bayonet Ultraviolet MW 0.12 float - B/O 58 keys
Flip Lore FT 0.28 float - B/O 57 keys
Talon Ultraviolet WW 0.38 float - B/O 57 keys
Bayonet Black Laminate WW 0.43 float - B/O 57 keys
Skeleton Night BS 0.67 float - B/O 56 keys
Skeleton Urban Masked FT 0.28 float - B/O 55 keys
Skeleton Boreal MW 0.14 float - B/O 54 keys
Survival Slaughter FN 0.04 float - B/O 51 keys
Talon Urban Masked FT 0.21 float - B/O 51 keys
Bowie Doppler FN P2 0.03 float - B/O 50 keys
Bowie Doppler FN P1 0.007 float - B/O 50 keys
Falchion Gamma Doppler FN P3 0.03 float - B/O 49 keys
Bowie Marble Fade FN 0.01 float - B/O 49 keys
Huntsman Marble Fade FN 0.03 float - B/O 49 keys
Falchion Autotronic FN 0.01 float - B/O 48 keys
Skeleton Forest Ddpat FT 0.22 float - B/O 48 keys
Falchion Marble Fade FN ST 0.01 float - B/O 48 keys
Flip Autotronic FT 0.36 float - B/O 48 keys
Falchion Fade Fn 99% 0.02 float - B/O 55 keys
Bowie Tiger Tooth FN ST 0.01 float - B/O 46 keys
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2023.03.25 10:30 Tobarus My kitten has FIP

Hi all. My wife and I are devastated to learn our rescue kitten probably has FIP now. While a death sentence, we’ve learned that this black market drug GS-441524 may save his life.
While we’ve read over and over about FIP warriors, it may not be an option for us due to our location.
We’ve come across and was wondering if anyone out there has used them for their cat’s treatment, specifically.
We’re not sure if is a scam, if the medication works, if they deliver (literally), etc etc. just tying to get any information at all out there that may help us.
Can anyone vouch for this organisation? The black market for this medication seems quite prolific, and there seems to be some really shady, maphia type “turf wars” happening. We’re somewhat shocked.
My sincere thanks for any advice. private messages welcome as well!
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2023.03.25 10:24 axofrogl Found on r/venting

The amount of rage I feel towards Young Sheldon is unhealthy. I hate his smug face. I hate his bow tie. I want to see his teeth get knocked out, crying and screaming with blood pouring out of his mouth while his white privileged asshole gets ripped apart by a black thug. I hate his actor too.
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2023.03.25 10:16 Significant-Voice-39 I'm a cowboy becuase I have to be

My parents are arrogant and narcissistic. The are divorced from each other and have extremely narrow minded outlooks on their end goals in life. For my mom it's her mini yacht and her boytoy and the hope that with his money they'll eventually move to Florida. For my dad it's landing his fourth marriage and checking those boxes again (yanno buying a dog that looks like at the last one, wife that looks like the last one just thinner this time an now you tie you finances together so she stays by Stockholm syndrome, basically buy everything you have before the last three marriages ended)
What I'm getting at is that their vain, narrow minded, arrogant, shallow and narcissistic.
Not to mention there was some neglect.
The internet was basically my parent
It taught me how to cook, file taxes, hunt, fish and everything my parents where supposed to do
Anyways years later they're now seeing they should have actually helped me. So much so that my father stole my tax returns to get filed and jotted my my account number wrong by one digit. I already had all my info saved on TurboTax. It's now my fault for communicating it wrong. I now do not have enough money to pay my phone bill.
Mom on the other hand is totally useless without a man and pursued a corporate career to further me in life while ruining my college fund my using it to buy a new car and drive in into a drunk driving accident. I receive gas money here and there beyond that I'm self made and out myself through trade school. Not to mention by her own admission she needs a man
They're both emotionally co-dependant
In the age of the internet my arrogant, narcissistic and clueless parents are if no value when I have friends I made on the internet I meet in person give me emotional support to get me through their bullshit. Their constant nagging of them telling me I need their help when in reality their help usually sets my back in an almost sitcom fashion and is really shallow help is wearing my down.
I hate these people
I wear a cowboy hat for a reason.
When I swap and engine if my truck he ends up anxiously pacing around me telling me I'm doing it wrong dispute it coming out alright
When mom gives help its asking this yrs boyfriend what to do while waving pom poms and getting angry and drunk when she don't know what to do
Mentally I'm fighting off wolves from my well.
Literally I drive four wheel drive V8 steel horse that I maintain well past its shelf life.
When family needed help tracking down a horse that wondered off into the Appalachian wilderness I threw in a new head gasket on my truck drove down loaded up my shotgun and marched my way through the black bear infested wilderness of Braxton County, WV
When my step sister got knocked up again I picked up another job to buy a crib
The people I call my parents just winge and complain.
I'm always on my own, sometimes that get lonely. But from experience I can say it's lonelier being in a dead relationship.
I have never broken a horse, or done farm work for more than a week at a time. But man, have I earned this buckaroo capm
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2023.03.25 10:01 SooCrayCray Wordington rage

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2023.03.25 09:56 Repulsive_Roof1723 Personal revelations thanks to "Everything Everywhere all at once" movie

I was watching the movie 'Everything Everywhere All at Once,' and it fucking hit me so hard at the end of it. It's like what I was talking about in my therapy session the other day. I was telling the doctor how much the rejection from other people affected me, but then I said, 'Actually, let me rephrase that. I don't fucking care at all what other people think about me AS LONG AS I don't have them in front of me.' But if you are face-to-face with me and I notice ANY discomfort of me towards you, I'll do ANYTHING to adjust my behavior to make you feel comfortable by my side and make sure you have a good impression of me. But as soon as you fucking leave the room, I'm gonna be able to breathe again and will say AMEN that you fucking left already because it took too much effort to make you like me… So what happens when it takes me little effort to be liked? When I "fit" with few to none filters at all, then I'll fucking cherish the hell out of you, and I'll live for you. BUT if we ever stop seeing each other, I WON'T GIVE A GOD DAMN FUCK. Swear to God, this is soooooooo weird. Like, I feel I literally DO NOT CARE about maintaining contact or care about anyone, but at the same time, I fucking try to solve everybody's fucking lives…. Oh my Gawd, this just hit me. But that was not what I opened the laptop to write about in the first place. I opened the laptop to write about another few things that hit me while watching the movie: All the multiverses are just particles and atoms randomly flying through space and time, and therefore the shapes we have are dependent on how those atoms bump into each other. Of course, they said it with a more refined scientific explanation, but anyway, that kind of struck me in the sense of, yup, everything is random. We care about everything too much; I care about everything too much. And it's sad because I feel lost. I feel like I should care less about things, but which ones? Do I care less about cooking homemade food? Do I worry less about how much time the kids spend away from me throughout the week? I know I won't leave them with their grandmothers five days out of seven of the week to be taken care of from 9am to 9pm and still force them to sleep over on Friday for my husband and me to be able to have some time for ourselves to watch Netflix, get high, eat and sleep. But one day a week doesn't feel right either. I feel like I need more! But what is the fucking middle? Well, okay, I think I deviated from the main topic again. I wasn't here to complain about motherhood; I was here to talk about the things the movie made me discover about my relationship with my mom, life, myself, my inner child... Oh God, I know why it won so many fucking Oscars. I would've given them my virginity as well. This was the fucking Pedro Infante of movies; it's a genre I don't like that much, from which I usually only consume the really, really super famous commercial stuff like Karate Kid and such, which is a no-brainer in this category of movies. But daaaaaaaaaaamn, this movie is the most perfect combination of stupidity, laughter, fun, deep meaning, drama, crying, relatable, heart-breaking FUCKING movie I've ever seen in my entire life. I never thought I'd be moved and fond with a character in a movie where people stick trophies and statues into their asses to jump between universes, hahaha. Okay, returning to the main point, the other part that freaked me out in the "OMG, this exceeded the expectations like CRAZY" was the part where the dad says he fights with love, and the part where he says to his wife that he knows she probably thinks that he's a loser. But then the movie doesn't show it, but it kinda makes the scene to make you remember how the dad was the one that got them the first extension to 6 PM, and now he got the 1-week extension, and he did it everything with love. Oh my God, this part is like, I mean, I don't want to compare myself to that super mega saint of a Chinese God, but I'm good, you know? I never say this to myself, and this is the first time I'm fucking writing like this, but I'm good. I enjoy picking up stray doggies from the street. I mean, don't misunderstand me, I don't want to portray myself like Mother Teresa. Of course, there have been MANY days that I regretted stopping to pick the damn dog up. One time, I picked up this little puppy that had part of her ear chopped off. At some point, I found myself picking up dog poop and pee from one of the rooms of my house that was supposed to be like a storage closet because it was cold, and she couldn't sleep outside. I didn't have enough money to buy a decent dog diaper bag, so I just put some cardboard boxes and newspapers, but of course, by the morning, everything was bitten away and destroyed, and the room smelled like someone had fucking died in there. I fucking HATED MYSELF for picking her up, and then after cleaning all that hell of a mess, I had to clean her ear too D: So NO, I don't think I enjoyed ANY FUCKING PART of that journey. And then years later, I got a picture of her huge with her owner that loves her so much, and I saw it, and it wasn't exactly how I thought it was going to be hahah. I was expecting, I don't know, to feel like "woooww" in my heart, but I was just regularly happy and thought, "well, I'm glad she's ok. That was one effort at least I didn't make in vain." But sadly, that's the only update I've gotten back from the dogs I've "saved." I've given them away, usually guiding myself through social media pictures and that superficial "research" of people who ping me whenever I post a pic of a puppy I need someone to adopt. But I usually just want the dog to go away. I like to think about it as a second chance, but sadly, that's all I can do. I can't put on hold my life to become a doggy monk that has a sanctuary and fucking interviews possible doggy parents. I have a job to attend, a house to maintain, kids to bathe. I just want that poor dog that was abused by some brutal stupid humans to have at least some relief, to feel that at least while he's in my house, everything is fine. I want him to feel what it feels like to be protected by someone else than by himself, which damn, now that I'm writing it, that's what I want to feel too. I wanna feel protection, but I've been let down so many times by all the major protection figures in my life (mom, dad, husband, sister) that LITERALLY the most reliable person I know to protect me is me. Ok, so my point is, I'm good, and helping dogs is not the only good thing I do. I've stopped in my way to pick families up and given them rides straight to their homes, of course only in rainy days, or very cold days, or very hot days. Usually, tbh, if it’s good weather outside, not too much sun, not too much cold, I am not picking people up unless, of course, I see you explicitly need it and if I have the time and space, of course. I love plants, I like to take care of the planet, and I'm planning to build a new house on a piece of land we just bought, and it will be as sustainable as I can get it to be with my resources at pocket and hand. And well, overall, I've never actively have EVER tried to hurt anyone on purpose, for the love of Goodd. I mean, out of envy, mmm, maybe. I don’t know when I was younger and I might've idk pushed another girl because I was mad or because she had been gossiping stuff about me or stupid teenager stuff, but other than that, I've ALWAYS, ALWAYS, tried to help anyone who I care about, and even I've tried to help people I don’t fucking know who they are because, as weird as it sounds, I like helping people. And it's not that I'd choose the life of other over my own, but in many ways, I've done that in smaller scales, maybe not given my life in exchange for anyone else's, but I've changed ways of being, I've gone to places I don’t want to go, I've dressed in ways I don’t want, I've talked to people when I didn’t want to, I've made myself uncomfortable SO MANY FUCKING TIMES that I think I got to a point of such tiredness that if I hint that x or y situation is gonna lead me to fucking have to fake and invent a personality to fit in, I just avoid it. Like in the concert a friend invited me, in the concert, I danced, jumped, yelled, sang, in a way I knew they were expecting it and I had to deliver. I was tired, I didn’t wanna be fucking jumping, but I would rather give the fucking show I was expected to give than to deal with the damn queue of questions about "are you ok?" "Are you sad?" "Are you depressed?" "You don’t look like your self anymore…" mmmmmmmm how? Stupid and yelling all the time? That’s my normal? NOOO MOTHER FUCKEER, that was the damn fucking version I created for you, and you tire me because you're not my true friend, you're just an acquaintance I see very often because our damn partners work together, THAT IS FUCKING IT! If my husband stopped working with yours, I would never fucking see your face again, and you know it's not that I hate you, it's not that I don’t like you, it's just that I know my raw self doesn’t go with you, and therefore I have to stick to this script of the approved ways of being around you so that I can be somewhat comfortable in this circle… Ok, I already deviated again, or maybe I'm not deviating, and maybe I'm just explaining each thing from the movie in a very deep, long, meaningful way. Fuck off if you don’t want to read, as ChatGPT to give you a fucking summary. It's hard to know the middle line in life because my biggest fear is to ever be a replica of my own mom. And so, whenever I try to prioritize myself, I immediately start to feel guilty. I don’t want my kids to ever think I put myself first than them. I know it sounds so stupid, and even I think some therapist would say I'm wrong, that I should show my kids what it looks like to take care of yourself in a healthy way, and to prioritize yourself. I know I have to show an example of what it is to be healthy, and of course, leaving yourself and your needs to the bottom of the list and putting them and/or anyone on top of you in your list of life priorities is not ok. Because I don’t want them to be like me, and it's fucking terrifying because for them to not be like this fucking ball of tangles of feelings and doubts and anxiety that I am, I have to set the example of how they can be a better person. And to be that better person, I can't let myself go. I can't continue putting my needs to the side for their needs to be always first. At least that’s what I think, but then my mental debate goes to the part of, ok, ok, you're gonna take care of yourself, we agree with that. We can't ask you to fucking ignore them and to just think about yourself like your sister does to her kid. But what poka yoke (metric/review/bulletproof system) will you put in place to make sure you don't go too steep on this journey? And that's where the debate ends. I don't know, I don’t have a compass. How do you know what the red flags are to know if you’re a shitty parent or not? The movie resonates with me so much because I think the plot is about a lost teenager that the only thing she wants is to understand/make sense of this mother fucking confusing world, which for me it was also the hardest task on my teen years, i wondered why my parents didnt like me, i wondered why it was so exhausting to just be awake, to make friends, to go to parties, and dont missunderstand me i liked it, but that didnt took away all the prices i had to pay the next day or even that same night, with my parents yelling at me because i was too drunk, or because i arrived past curfew, or because i was wearing short skirt, or a very open blouse, or just because i didnt fucking breathed the way they wanted me to... ughh, and now as an adult life continues to be hard to grasp, why do I need to wear high heels to weddings? I FUCKING HATE ITTT! And I know people are going to say, "Well, don't wear them if you don't like them and let the people around you choose whether they want to stay by your side or not". But I mean, that is one damn hard thing to do. You cant go always go around life just doing what ever you want to do without adjusting to anyone's standards. And if there are people that way, with the option and/or currently doing so, I would ask: where do you work? Do you have friends? Family? Are you weird? Do people around you like you? How many people stayed? I think if I let my raw self flourish and suddenly I had the superpower of literally not caring about anyone's opinions... ANSWER PENDING. Sorry, I don't know that version of myself, and literally, I'm in blank and can't imagine how I would be if I didn't care about anyone's opinion. Sad, I know =( And the other motherfucking mind-blowing thing that the movie moved inside me was the revelation of the mom at the end, of how she notices and opens her eyes to her daughter and starts seeing her beyond her "defects". It made me sob like a magdalena when she told the grandpa about Jabu's girlfriend. It's like the mom and the daughter were able to see themselves for the first time, and they were able to understand each other. And as weird as this sounds, I believe it wasn’t that they understood magically each other, but they were able to see and respect each side of their sooo different ways to see and make sense of life. And, well, the fact that the mom was the one that actually took charge of the situation and finally at the end, she was the wise one, the strong one, the loving one, and how she just didn’t let her child go away but instead jumped off of the cliff along with her and decided to understand her, to adjust, and to listen, and more importantly as well, TO BE LISTENED her self, because she didnt changed the fact that she didnt liked tatoos on her daughter or she didnt start pretending out of no where that she liked the way her kid was, but she definitely learned how to communicate the good and the bad in a healthy, non toxic, loving way. And the best and breath taking scene where the mom is so connected to ger daughter that when the girl firmly asked to be left alone, it's when the mom said: "ok, I'll let you go" and lets her hand go , but its goosbump worthy because then you start to see how mom says, ok ill let you go but ill be right behing you in case you want to come back, and indeed, they grabbed hands again, hug, cry, and love eacher other everywhere all at once and its like if the mom said: "I'll always go after you, here and in every fucking multiverse there could ever be, you're important to me", that fucking hits straight in the heart, the fact that you don’t need to have a life where you become the greatest business owner, entrepeneur, employee of the month or even to just have a "good job", the only thing you need is to have a life that is worth spending close to your loved ones and not alone, and to be undesrtood by those loved ones of course. Because mom could have chosen to be living in the flesh of any of the super successful selves from other universes where she didn’t end up with the husband that "dragged her down" which, in reality, it was the opposite. She was the strongest version of herself in many ways thanks to him, not only TO him, but with him, she was able to gather the strength and determination and force failure gives to become the best mother fucking version there could've ever been in all the damn doughnut, or that black ring, however, they call it. I don’t remember the name. And well, in summary, the movie plot is just everything I wish ever happened to me spiritualy talking. I'd like to have that feeling of looking into my mom's eyes and feel peace and protection, but I've never felt that and I won't, and that's what I'm paying the big fucking bucks to my therapist to help me make peace with it and to be able to find that better version that sees it, acknowledges it, but doesn’t get dragged down by it. So far, of course, I'm not there. =)
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2023.03.25 09:49 AfterLaughter2017 Becoming Emotionally Unavailable: Focusing on "Self" vs Relationship, Grass Greener on the Other Side...Or?

Hi there, where to start right?
This has been an interesting situation pretaining to a lot of different topics from my own personal experience and I've wanted to write about it for awhile now, but also don't know if I can get it out all in one sitting/writing lol.
Similar to someone else's recent post, I never gotten with the crush or person I would dream everything about and with and would give everything for. I'm not sure if it was just a 19 years boy's dreams and idealization (I'm years older now lol) that he was in love with or really her, and although her acts were still compassionate and caring towards me, the "ultimate" feelings were unreciprocated and she's with someone else now. Since then, I've felt jaded, and maybe emotionally unavailable when the feelings come up rather inside myself or from the other party, I don't really "act" how I used to. I haven't wanted to sound "demanding", but I've wanted someone whose felt the same, to also (actively) give me that undivided attention and dare I say, "patience".
There is a bit of another "trivial" matter, one that I have seen discussed here on this sub a few times, and that's of "do looks matter" to us, and (not that all need to agree) but the general consensus, that I felt the same about, was that it "should" be a pretty equal balance. Maybe I would say looks are a "foot in the door", but obviously too, some people can have a nasty soul inside of a pretty or handsome face.
I have softly "rejected" some people because, I would maybe most of the time I've usually had my eye on someone else first, and then maybe likely a style mismatch and/or wrong time, wrong place.
After a pretty "decent" failures, heartbreaks, and getting so lost in the astral plane desert I call my mind, I've been questioning if I've been getting something wrong completely with (my) attraction and appearance, if it's completely "natural" (at least for us and Se/Ni) and it's clicks or it doesn't at first sight (or first couple, getting to (finally) know the person), or even...rather if it's needing wait out the time for someone of my past, for us to run into each other again, or generically as everyone says, "wait on the right one".
The interesting thing about the "right" one and learning MBTI/cognitive functions (over my time and experience), I won't state what type(s) I think is best for us or at least myself to not sidetrack into arguments, and I even do leave it outended too, that we are more than our personality types/functions, and I've meant a few surprising people that have been outliers.
So anyways, I do have "ideas" of the general characteristics I would want of a partnegirlfriend/wife, but...being at a lower chapter in my life, I've questioned the "missed opportunities" I've had, if they were "right" or "settling". Settling in a good or bad sense...
I did have someone reach out to me of my somewhat recent past...things didn't end on the best note between us. Things happened, I've moved on, by myself, as I usually do, but they did reach out to apologize and even, to offer a relationship. I did care for this person, at least once, and what's somewhat embarrassing to write out (before I say that, they do meet my "standards" of being attractive and I think they're "fair" on the personality compatibility, for anyone interested, I could DM their type and my other thoughts about what could and maybe wouldn't work between us, it's a hard no but yes black and white thing) I'm at that low of a point in general and financially, the relationship could help us both out, but I can't help but feel it wouldn't be (all) me, commitment wise, and not if we're just making a relationship/marriage deal, like Game of Thrones.
I'm not that cliche about this, but it makes me question the worth of my first kiss, virginity, what will I tell my kids if I have any? Does being at rock bottom (and yeah, I try not thinking to jinx myself of "how much worse can it get?") really make any of that matter at this point and time, over the whole longevity? Again, there are a few caveats to this relationship/offer, that maybe I would feel more comfortable DMing someone about, but again, I don't know if this is me "stubborn" and stupid, to miss another "clear" opportunity or if it's best "sticking to my guns" my morals (whatever is left of them these days 🤕) and I'm "on the right track".
Thanks if you read this all and much appreciated ahead of time if you have a similar experience to share. Take care, stay safe and healthy <3
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2023.03.25 09:49 Skorpion_Sauce Was yours hateful/racist/constantly negative? Was yours also irresponsible/terrible with time managment? Did they also shamelessly spend your money and ungrateful?

I dumped her in december after over a year together. It was a disastrous break up. She discarded me once a month or every other month over an imagined scenario or taking something small and blowing it out of proportion. When I had enough I broke up with her, she drove to my complex and started a scene...
Anyways for reference I was a 3rd year student doctor surviving on scholarship and veterans disability. She is a lawyer. Both of us are south Asian.
Racism. So she was so unapologetically racist it was just... shocking .... like I enjoy a racist joke here and there but she was an actual racist... on her birthday she wanted to go to the zoo... so we went to the zoo. There was this hispanic family literally just existing. Looking at animals. Mother and father in their late 20s with daughter in a stroller... as soon as she notices them she goes on a rant about illegal immigration and how hispanic men all rape/molest younger women because so many of them are stuffed into an apartment... I sigh because here it comes, the negativity/ranting. Once this starts it doesn't end, and the tables always end up turned on me. Since I sighed she fast forwarded to going in on me. I work in an area that's hispanic dominated. Almost all my patients, nurses, techs and other staff are Hispanic. So she begins accusing me of having the hots for young hispanic women I work with...
We went out to eat sushi. It was a good day so far. There was a white family minding their own business across the restaurant. It was what looked like parents with teenage sons. She starts going in on how the boys look like Harry Potter and Harry Potter doesn't eat sushi. I didn't realize it but I sighed because "here we go again" you know? She split on me right there and made a scene. She banged on the table which shattered a glass and screamed at me. Everyone was looking at us... I asked her to calm down please. I apologized. She kept screaming. We somehow didn't get kicked out. Server comes up to me to ask if I'm OK. Literally the staff is worried. She barks orders for alcohol for us two at the server. I say I have to go to the bathroom. I go in the bathroom and staff follow me in to ask if I'm in danger. They tell me I can leave through the back and pay or don't pay, they just want me to be safe. I explain I'm ok. They ask me if I'm sure and tell me they will pay to get me home safely. I told them I was OK. The truth is my laptop is in her place, and my overnight bag has a bunch of patient charts I need to type up. I can't lose that stuff. I can get in a lot of trouble. She later broke my laptop in a fit of rage. That's another story for another post. But I got screamed at the whole way back for making her look crazy. She hit me while I was driving. I had to pull over on the side of the road and have sex with her because that's the only cure to arguments. I wasn't into it, but I didn't want to die on the trip back.
She often referred to black people as nigg**s. Her justification was she grew up with black people and dated a black guy so she could use the word... I didn't agree but I'm just trying to survive so I put my head down. She moved at one point and the movers were black. She made me "watch" them because black people aren't "trustworthy" and movers are always "felons". It was embarrassing but I tried to find work in the same room as them to "watch" them but I really tried my best not to stand over or watch them. They accidentally ruined the tread on her bed but it was fixable by drilling bigger holes and they said they would do it and supply the bolts and they profusely apologized. In front of them she called the owner of the moving company and started using the n word with the hard R. I was so embarrassed. One of the movers was a masculine appearing black female and she called out my ex "say the n word to me again and see what happens". I apologized for my ex. I know for a fact she can't fight, even though she hits me.... another story though... after they left I got slapped around for not being a man.
To end off the racism note, most of my current local friends are white, since I did undergrad at a very white college and most of my friends are also veterans and this area has a lot of defense contractors work. She hated my friends even though they were nothing but warm to her, and she constantly told me I was a white person hiding in brown skin.
Every night on the phone we would talk 2-3 hours if I wasn't staying with her. Yes, she was closer to my job but I couldn't move in with her. Why would I do that? She would rant/complain for the first half of the convo then go over my faults for the rest of the convo...
She was so irresponsible and used me for money even though she made so much more than me... I'm literally a student doctor... at first she would give me a short grocery list to make us a meal... this eventually grew into buying her weekly groceries and since I lived by a fucking sephora I had to buy cosmetics... and since the Asian grocery store was closer to me I had to go there too... I had to shop for her for 2-3 hours before I came for a weekend and it got as bad as 200-300 each week in her list of stuff. I pleaded with her to go easy on the list because I'm literally a student. She would tell me she is a single woman running a "house hold" (she is living in an apartment on her own) and if I can't help out I'm not husband material. If I brought her store brand bleach instead of clorox I was berated for being cheap.. its literally the same product... easy to call someone cheap when it isn't your money, right? Ofcourse I'm expected to pay for every outing.
She was so irresponsible. When it came to her move, she didn't prepare until 3 days before. She went to an out of state music festival earlier that week she tried to force me into but I have work... I have patients to see and charts to write.. that was a fight... when she inevitably needed help moving and angrily demanded I come help her, I had to take off 2 days. Thank God my attending doctor was understanding. He could have given me an awful grade and destroyed my career. Luckily I worked super hard for him and he liked me.
She spent hours "planning out her day/week" but it never worked. If a store she needs to visit closes at 9 PM, she will decide to (make me help her) fold laundry at 8 PM. When we get there they are closed or closing and it's somehow my fault. The few times we went to an event for me (like the superbowl party with my friends) we can't leave until her place is completely clean. So I literally got there by the 3rd quarter. The one time I wanted to take her on a nice hike, she forced me to watch her look at purses. When I suggested she do it on the phone in the car, I was "selfish" because she is into purses and I should show an interest. She took so long that I could only take her 1/4 of what I wanted to show her. We had to turn back because it was getting dark... just so I could see purses she liked... which could be done later... oh and she would straight up tell me to buy/order stuff for her online... I took her for a $600 dinner for valentines... for our 1 year anniversary I thought I would be thoughtful. I took her where we did our first date. I got her 2 gifts. One was a star map of the date and location the day we had our first date. Total was $500 with gifts. Regardless, I ruined our anniversary according to her.
The ultimate break up occurred around Christmas. I got her a gift I believed she needed. It wasn't what she wanted though. She was a spoiled brat about it. I realized then this woman will never ever be happy no matter what I do. Cut it off. That's when she drove over and made a public scene at my apartment complex.
Anyone else have a similar experience?
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2023.03.25 09:33 SweetRoseSyrup Well then

It's become a meme, like, "inb4 the French start saying "we need a new Revolution !"", but omg, they actually mean it ! 🤯
More and more people (not just in our fandom) keep saying we need a GLOBAL revolution, as everything is controlled by "lobbies" (monopoly big companies), who are now trying to control even our life using data and stuff. I've read they said French people are not happy, because their government wants to start using "algorithmic surveillance", I have no idea what it means ? But they're not having it, obviously.
Anyway, more and more people feel like we live in a feudal world, where we can't do a thing, and everything is controlled by the 1 percenters and lobbies (think Microsoft, G00gle and the like). Patent (and patent trolling) is just 1 example of what we mean. They're also VERY s3xist and all linked to Epst3in and s3x [email protected] but apparently will never be punished for it.

Anyway, there are more and more topics on T1kt0k right now. Girls from other countries talked about stuff. Now girls in the LA/San Francisco area are talking to. It's weird, they're saying EXACTLY the same as Melina said. Like, some neighbors and random people doing [email protected], after the (targeted) girl called out some stuff online.... It looks linked and it looks like those people are paid hitmen (or people who can't reimburse their loans to loans [email protected] ....) Same exact ways. Same crowd behind this maybe ? Some of the girls are calling out s3x [email protected] and pr0n stuff (and social media, yovtube, like all is linked).
It just makes the theory that Melina was spotted in San Francisco and it's someone who lives there (or used to live there before and might still spend lot of time there) that is doing all this more plausible. She went to San Francisco when she was 18, more than a decade ago. She said she didn't meet "those people", though.
It's like, we know some p3d0 pervs, allegedly working at Microsoft, been stanning/stalking Melina (and other girls) from [email protected] when they were all 14 year old. Some were already harassing Melina from her old blog (not well known...)
Anyway, more and more people think that stuff that happened BEFORE Melina even used Twitter (before the end of 2012), in Shenzhen and other places, were actually linked to this already. It's just Melina never thought about it.
She did explain that stuff happened on We1bo and IRL. And they always use people with the same name (all of them had the same name, guys, girls, whatever).
We're not too sure of the exact timeline, but Melina said that in a court of law, it would take 5 minutes to prove (and also debunk their LIES and SLANDER). Melina doesn't have to justify herself or expose her private life.
Anyway, some stuff happened before Melina even made videos or created her first company (October 2015-July 2022). They posted [email protected] like "Melina is mine" + pictures of San Francisco on Tvmblr before she was actually known at all.
Melina said she doesn't know who could be behind that (but she's been told about some person specifically by name since 2015 in Shanwei (by people doing [email protected] gigs/[email protected] [email protected]), and "all of this stinks indeed".

Apparently, Melina doesn't care, she doesn't want to know, she doesn't want to check or anything, to her, it would be a waste of time, she just wants to make her softwares and do whatever.
Anyway, facts :
- Melina posted on a blog since she was like 15 ? Like 15 years ago onwards. She posted lyrics. She was asked by someone who claimed to be working in the music industry (in France) if she would sell her lyrics. Melina said no after a while (probably because she promised she would sing them instead ? Not sure WHEN all that happened). Allegedly, some song's lyrics sounded A LOT like the ones she had posted on her blog, though.... (15+ years ago)
- Melina talked in video about someone (else ?), also apparently working for music industry, talking a lot in private messages to her, giving her advice and telling her to NEVER accept work related appointments at night/in a night club. People tried to warn her about s3x [email protected] and stuff (Happened when Melina was still in France, person was talking to her in French)
- Melina talked about that "guy who looked nervous AF" and who went to talk to her in a mall in Singapore, because he was hiring models. Melina thought he was just "trying to get in her [email protected]", he looked nervous and also she's "1 meter nearly 60" tall, so, under the 1m70 criteria to be models. Opinion : Singapore has a "red light district" and is nearby other countries known for their s3x [email protected] issue.
The guy gave Melina his business card, she never called back, she was on holidays there. (Happened more than a decade ago)
- Some guy, even @ Melina before, always rambling about "his wife" not being with him (something weird about this), and later about how the girl he likes wasn't paying attention, he was trying to get her attention but she was kind of a dumb-dumb who doesn't get it and is whooooshed all the time. Melina literally @ back at him something like "Oh, that's sad, not sure how to help". Lot believe he was talking about Melina herself.

Theories (and opinions) :
- Some song lyrics, it's weird. Like, can't detail, but there is French even in the lyrics. And for some reason, it could be possible (we all know, but let's not type it out) it was @ Melina. I mean, people working in the music industry knew about Melina since years before that, so it's not impossible. Especially since the song is 1/2 in French.
- Something weird, insulting people with same health condition (same year as the songs, plural) that was doxxed about Melina (hypoglycemia).

Anyway, when asked, Melina basically said "Don't know, don't care, got better things to do". She doesn't want to know about stuff going on online or anything, she is obviously and understandably very not ok and bothered with people sent to her IRL even at her door, to always scream the same nasty [email protected] (see videos of it).
And other people, some are posting on T1kt0k, they seem to have the same stuff done to them. In the USA. It strikes as VERY similar. And they expose stuff.... Like, s3x [email protected] . Allegedly how a celebrity crush could be used for luring the victim................................................ Some used to work as s3x w0rker, so I would assume they know for a fact how stuff happen and how they do.

This is so weird. Because the more you know about those "random facts" that happened before, like more than a decade ago, the more you feel like, they already were doing [email protected], it's just that Melina wasn't paying attention, wasn't connecting the dots and didn't care at all. She literally still doesn't care and doesn't want to know.
But even then, it's weird, like, how many are they in his head ? Or was that several people already ?
Either way, that's weird.
Everybody is VERY upset, because for reasons that been doxxed, those pds (and dgse) they been stalking Melina (as the victim of something) for ever, so they know exactly who was talking to her, who wrote the lyrics (songs that sound A LOT like what Melina had posted and the other ones), who talked to her (because Melina said it was websites like Reddit, you don't know EXACTLY who you're talking to, could literally be talking to a pds for all we know), and they know who is behind everything that happened IRL. But they won't do a thing ! They only go after innocent people and victims of stuff !!!
In 2015, someone LIED and pretended to work in the music industry (or maybe they do have ties ?.........) and even managed to get Melina's phone number and talk to her. (See the recording, where she explains the guy was NOT actually in Shenzhen, was probably using a 2 in 1 phone number from HK (which expire after 3 months if you are not in HK to top money in it, no [email protected] to do so in HK ?), and he literally typed on his computer, while claiming to be outside, then played some [email protected] recording of Cantonese people talking in Cantonese (when most people don't talk Cantonese at all in Shenzhen, because it's like LA, most people living there aren't FROM there.....), in order to pretend he was in Shenzhen, but Melina could literally hear he was in a room, alone. Also, Melina's way of saying it is hilarious, but that's really creepy though.

Anyway, we're 👀👀👀 what other people are exposing. It really looks like it's linked, same ways and stuff.
We're just trying to figure who and what. Microsoft execs doing [email protected], that's one thing, they literally SIGNED what they did, real account, real name, and so on ! Then the m3th [email protected] and people trying allegedly to force people to [email protected] money for them. And stuff around SF. Is that actually linked ? Epst3in and stuff proved that actually all those people are linked by allegedly doing VERY evil things.
Also, I do not know if those other girls are checking here, but they should really be careful about their phone and apps. It's been exposed AS A FACT, that whoever has access to admin accounts, can check ANYTHING or even take control of their account........
Phones and phone apps, though. If your phone goes black at key moment when you want to record (allegedly what happened to Melina before), it's not "bad luck", it might not be a might mean some app has control over the camera and stuff. It's code. It's not a conspiracy, it's no magic, it's FREAKING CODE !

That is all. (For now....)
Those people will NEVER be in trouble, even if at least the pds know EXACTLY who and what (unlike us, who are trying to decipher). This is why more and more people believe that we INDEED need a GLOBAL revolution, just like what is going on in France rn ! (It's apparently not just about retirement, it's about more than that.)
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