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GAAP accounting standards and FASB in plaintext?

2023.06.02 01:05 accounting_q_dude GAAP accounting standards and FASB in plaintext?

Hey! I am trying to figure out how GAAP accounting taxonomy maps to the FASB standards, but all I can find are endless PDFs and incomplete datasets in excel files. Does anyone know if this stuff is available somewhere as plain text?
For example, I would love to be able to get from an ASC like 720-35-50-1 to a matching bit in the taxonomy sq:SalesAndMarketingCostPolicyPolicyTextBlock. A long plaintext file would be ideal... Any ideas of where I could find this?
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2023.06.02 01:04 Dan-knee_DeVito How do you get over teaching guilt?

This is my first year, and I know I’ve done a good job. I’ve got strong relationships with my students, parents have called the principal to compliment me, I’ve been recognized by my admin in the school newsletter several times, and out of the entire math department I had the highest percentage of students pass their standardized test.
To be clear, I have been worked to the bone since August. I’m also not a licensed teacher, and I’m what my county calls a board substitute (not sure if it’s the same verbiage for others). This means that I get paid about half as much as licensed teachers, but I am still the teacher on record. I was never treated/expected to act as just a board substitute until recently when I was denied a teaching contract after I was promised one once I passed the PRAXIS. There’s a lot more to it, but essentially I was told by HR to stop doing any work outside of contract hours unless I’m receiving additional pay.
All this to say, I stopped offering tutoring outside of contract hours. I also stopped recording videos of the notes we did in class. I used to offer tutoring from 7am-9am every day, and hold after-school review sessions about once a week. I never had to do these things to begin with, but I teach at a title 1 school and my student’s math knowledge is seriously lacking.
Today, I found out that a student who I have only seen twice this quarter complained to some admin (I think) saying that I refused to help them and their failing grade is on me. Long story short, admin took their side and still hasn’t talked to me about it. They’re letting the student skip my class, admin told the student they’ll handle it and make sure they pass for the year, and all communication between me and them is now through their counseloadmin. I only know this because another student told me. Again- I still have not been spoken to about this.
I think I know what instance the student is referring to, and I think it’s because I said I could not tutor them outside of school and told them that they need to start coming to class more. I just feel so fucking bad about it now. Me and this student used to have a strong relationship. I feel like teaching gives you the extreme of every emotion, and right now I just feel so guilty. I feel like I should have done more, and I should have worked those extra hours with them. I’m the only teacher they’ve done this too, even though they’re failing every class, and I’m so confused and hurt. We’ve never had a problem, and I’m just so confused right now. I’m also confused as to why no one has talked to me about this? Is this normal? I would like to know if this is how the education field is, because if so, I’ll need to start looking for a different career.
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2023.06.02 01:04 JoshAsdvgi The Four Stages of Life

The Four Stages of Life

The Four Stages of Life
Life consists of infancy, youth, the middle years and old age.
Each stage is an important and beautiful time of growth, learning, caring and sharing in a special and unique way.
Four fires representing these stages are lit in the center of the sacred circle at ceremonial gatherings.
Children are taught to relate these ages to the fingers and thumb of one of their hands in the following story:
Look at your little finger.
It is weak and hard to do anything with unless the other fingers help it.
It is like a baby and represents the first stage of life.
The second (ring) finger is taller and stronger representing the teen-age years and young adulthood.
The middle finger is the biggest and strongest of all - it stands above all the others and has greater responsibility.
These are the years of raising families and caring for parents and grandparents.
The middle years should be long and full, drawing upon the strength and experiences of youth while gaining wisdom and patience in preparation for old age.
Now! The pointer.
Don't you know how elders seem to shrink a little as the years go by?
That's why the finger representing the later years is shorter and has a bit less strength than the middle and ring fingers.
But, still, this is the finger that points the way and helps to support the grip of the others when we pick something up or use a tool.
All we have left is the thumb.
And what good are any of the fingers without it?
It's awfully difficult to use our hands for anything without depending on the thumb for help. That is why the thumb stands for the creator.
Throughout all the stages of life we need the help of Manitoo-oo.
Notice something else about your hand.
The index finger, representing the elders, is next to the Creator!
This is why we are always respectful and kind to older people.....
they, too, stand close to the Creator.
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2023.06.02 01:03 Famous-Chemistry-530 I AM SO 👏 FUCKING 👏 SICK 👏 OF THOSE STUPID ASS "hE gEtS uS" jesus ads on Reddit

No matter HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES I block and report this stupid ass account, I am still flooded with these rage-making ads every fucking time I'm on Reddit.
Fuck that shit.
Maybe I'm NOT christian.
Maybe I'm not religious.
Or maybe, I grew up in the stupidly cultist southern Baptist culture AND THIS SHIT TRIGGERS MY FUCKING PTSD TO NO END.
I'm totally atheist. I think it is dumb as fuck to believe in a magical sky daddy who "guides" us/ "solves our problems"/ etc etc etc.
But if someone else DOES believe, OK. That is your right, and none of us can definitively prove if a "god" does or does not exist. And if believing in a "higher power" helps you be a better person, or even just to manage this shit ass existence none of us asked for, then fine. I'm not trying to "create more atheists" or whatever. I would never declare myself as some arbiter who knows how people should live and die,and/or how their moral compass should be adjusted. As long as they aren't hurting me or anyone else (which pushing beliefs onto others is, imo, a form of harming), then I say to each his own.
Declaring themselves arbiters of other peoples' life/death/moral compass is about all Christians seem to fucking focus on. And I cannot fucking stand it.
I am not shoving my beliefs down other peoples' throats. SO STOP 👏 FUCKING 👏 DOING IT 👏 TO ME!!! 👏 👏 👏
Fuck outta here with this shit, reddit. Quit fucking up my - and Im sure many other peoples'- mental health for the few dollars I'm sure some smug church is paying you to flood us with these goddamn ads.
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2023.06.02 01:03 quesadilla2andahalf Question about midnight whale

I can’t really find any info about the Midnight Whale story besides the other post, which doesn’t seem to mention a lot. My partner and I usually play together and we’ve been busy at alternate times today, so I didn’t want to start without them, but is this a limited time event? How long will the event be here? Are there any rewards for the event like unique items, or is it more for the story? I suppose the “how much more time do we have” question is most important.
Thank you very much.
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2023.06.02 01:03 Imaginary-Donkey2036 What I wouldn't give to know if you are falling too.

We both have experiniced pain in past relationships that caused us to not want what is considered a traditional relationship. But the incredible chemistry that we share is to much to ingnore. The passioon that we share between us is not something two people have with no attachment to one another. It is breath taking at times the amount of passion we share for one another. We both have serious trust issues yet with you have undoubtedly with out a hesatation let you in a form of trust I have never given to a soul on this planet. And the crazy the more trust I give the better it gets. I am a pretty good judge of character and I can feel people pretty well as far as reading them. I know you have reservations about this whole being together crap as society sees it. But I am also not saying that we need to jump into anything quickly or soon like this probally sounds. But I can tell there is more to this than you will ever admit ever. And there is more to it than I will ever say in fear that I make just leave. But I think we should take our time do this our way and who cares what anyone thinks. This is us and I feel us can grow into something ever more fantastic than we have experinced yet. You once said that it was your poor choices in the past that you feel this way. This is what I think. It's not your choices in the men you were with rather you didn't know they were so weak. A man who has treated you in the manner they did to make you feel the way you do now is weak. Only weak men treat anyone like that especially a women or a child. You not used to having a man who will be strong for you and treat you as you should be. I am not a knight in shining armor and I never will be. My Armour is battered dented rusted and bloodied. thats becuase it has been tested. It has protected those who brought me the same pain you feel and I would never bestoy upon you as I know what it can do. I am the knight who well be patient but persistent in showing you that there are still good men out that are worth loving and that you especially have the worth beyond your imagination to be loved in ways you don't exsit. I will go through the hell the tests the good the bad they pretty the ugly I am still going to be there no matter what. What makes you is every perfect thing and every flaw and imperfection. I fell for what you are now. I do not care about your past other than the pain you that caused you to feel this way. Give that pain to me when ready I promise I can take it. But if you feel the same way I do your going to come to a crossroads a y in the path. Your going to have to make the hardest decision you have ever made. Take the path you are okay beign on now. Or leap jump fall for what you feel in your heart. I Hwant you to know if you choose to fall I will catch you. I will hold you tight for the rest of time and never let you fall agian. I will protect you from the past and you never have to tell me I just don't want it to hurt you anymore. when you have bad dreams of this I want you to know I hold you because I don't ever want to see you hurt. I don't want to see you have to go through that every time you shut your eyes. I want you to know as that nothing and I mean nothing will hurt you agian. I know it is going to take a long while before you put that kind of trust in anyone. Just know that I am here for the long haul. I am willing to put in the work to show just how incredibility of a beautiful woman you truly are. And that you should never be someones other choice or picked after other things. I want you to know everything you say will be heard everything you say matters and that you no matter what was done in your past are so worthy of being loved. How do I know. because I feel for you the first day I saw you. the funnything I saw your inner beauty before your outter. And I don't care how pretty a woman thinks she is there is no woman who can be pretty on the outside without being beautiful on the inside. I hope you know you can say anyting and you will never run me off you never know it might be just how I am feeling as well. I want to say it to as our lips meet I want to tell you how much you mean to me how I fully trust you with things I never even allowed anyone to see or do. I vulnerable with you I have let every gaurd down with you. And it has allowed me to see just how special this can be. I hope you feel the same
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2023.06.02 01:03 Strange-Sherbert7357 Feeling bad after reconnecting with former LL4M-GF

My ex-LL4M-GF left me half a year ago for another man. She was always LL4M, never felt a strong sexual chemistry towards me.
We reconnect a few days ago, spend some hours together and talked. She is still together with the man she left me for. I told her I am glad she is happy, which is the truth. Even if she hurt me very much, a part of me still cares for her. I would never want to go back in this relationship to be clear, but I thought it would be better if I look more at the good and not only the bad things.
It was a nice evening, but the day after I felt really bad for the following reasons:
- She always talked about her sexual past with a high energy and enthusiam in our relationship. This was torture for me especially because of our DB situation. At some time she stopped after I got more and more angry if she did it, but the damage was already done. I sometimes dreamed about her casual hookups: With the new guy she is dating, from the beginning she never talked about her sexual past. This chapter is closed she told me. I think it is the right thing to do, but I asked myself why I had to go through this hell and he not. It is like I was a only an exercise partner and after me she was ready to act right towards her partner.
- We both know we do not match in the bedroom (she from the beginning and keeping me in the dark, I unfortunatly much later). While we talked, she made a comment that I did not follow her orders to chance a few things in the bedroom and that hurts very much after thinking about it. My affair (started a few weeks after I had my own place again) told me, that when I touch her, it's going under her skin. My ex-LL4M-GF always told me I am not touching her right. For her, to tell me 6 months after she left me the cause of our DB was, that I was not learning and following her orders, is highly manipulative. She was never into me and therefore I couldn't do anything right, while my affair complement me about the same things I did wrong in the eyes of my ex-LL4M-GF. I think it was her fault, she know from the beginning she had no chemistry and hold me in the dark. Our relationship should have ended before it started.
- My affair and I split up after 3 months. It started from the beginning as something casual from both sides. She felt in love with me, but we have different plans about our future (I was transparent from the beginning) and therefore it had to end. My ex-LL4M-GF asked about my dating experienced and I told her. After that she shamed me, I should have known it earlier, that my affair felt in love with me. I should date woman 15 years older that could not have kids anymore if I want something casual. I'm really angry about this presumtion.
At the evening I was really happy for her, but now I think:
- I suffered in this realationship, ruminate sometimes a few hours a day about our DB situation, while she made me jump though hoops.
- She knew from the beginning she had no chemistry, despite it, she made me solely responsible for our DB.
- She thinks I have no right to date woman my age our younger if a want something casual, while she had tons of casual sex.
I feel really bad and think about seeing a therapist to work on it. What do you thing?
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2023.06.02 01:02 RainDropResurrection Survival Guide for Getting Help in Lab: Never Let Reddit Take Place of Your Mentor!

Asking for help is an essential skill in demanding careers. Avoiding hard conversations with your mentor will stunt your career growth or trap you in an uncomfortable working environment. We are here to help and success in science requires you to tap into your support network. I have been in the lab 12 years; 8 years academia (BS, MS, PhD), 4 years industry, and I feel this skill made the biggest difference in how well people did in grad school and their publications. Yes I have made or seen just about possible mistake a person can make in the lab and I am still here!
TALK TO YOUR MENTOR. You chose to work with them because they are brilliant and can teach you valuable skills. Mentor does not automatically mean PI. If you are new, you are most likely working with a postdoc or graduate student. Start with them then work your way up the ladder when needed. Working with another student is valuable since both of you are learning, and they probably have or will make the same mistakes. If you are new and working by yourself then your PI is negligent.
This is science. Let the data do the talking. If the data are messy then it is telling you something is wrong. At the early stage of your career, those are the kinds of questions you need to answer before you can even start tackling your project. You will need help sooner or later because you do not show up to lab with all the answers. That is the point of research!
Letting Reddit override your advisor is one of a few fatal mistakes you can make. Avoiding your mentor is a sure way to get on their bad side since they are accountable for the project and it makes you look arrogant if you never talk to them about it. Mistakes and embarrassment happen, and often lead to avoidant behavior, which only makes things worse. Mistakes are great learning opportunities, and an integral part of your journey. Other students learning alongside you are a great resource to put your heads together when you get stuck. On the other hand if you encounter a mentor you cannot safely talk to about difficult things then that is a bad fit. Take the L, don't internalize, and try another lab sooner than later.
Like many of you, I grew up in a traumatic household and the lab was my way out. I was very much on my own with no family support and no one told me how to navigate difficult conversations. I know all about the terror of approaching a cranky advisor about something you messed up or don't understand, only to walk away uplifted and confident in my abilities. He already knew and was waiting for me to bring it up to him! The world will not end talking to an authority figure and no one is out to get you. Humility goes a long way and we are all students in science.
Some "primers" for those who need them:
"I am still new. Who would be a good person to help with protein extraction from mouse tissues so I do it correctly and safely?"
"I don't know how to do cell culture. Will one of the grad students train me?"
"I never learned about sequencing. Do you have a protocol or paper I could read about it first?"
"I have all these bands on my western when I used this new antibody. Before I do another repeat, at what step could I have gone wrong?"
"I could use another set of eyes to be sure my primers are correct."
"My qPCR results look strange. Do you think it was a problem with reverse transcription or primers?"
"Is anyone else having issues with the thermal cycler? My genotyping PCR did not amplify, including my positive control."
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2023.06.02 01:02 PsychologicalMall868 I am crazy about an older man and then he blocked me

Good evening, friends, I confess to you that I have developed a strong obsession towards a person whom I barely know or don't know at all. This individual is a man who is roughly twice my age (23). I have this feeling as if I have known him for a long time, as we frequently exchange glances. I often feel his eyes on me. Sometimes he even initiates conversations with me. Lately, I have been seeing him more often, and I've found myself thinking about him strangely frequently, even involuntarily, during the past few nights. I find it difficult to gauge the current situation and whether there might be mutual interest between us. Since I only caught his name briefly, a few nights ago, I resorted to searching the internet and eventually stumbled upon his account. Yes, it may have seemed a bit stalker-ish, in a way. Additionally, I don't have a Facebook or a proper Instagram account, so I attempted to contact him through my fake Instagram account. However, when he tried to follow me, I panicked because that account only follows a few of my closest friends and perhaps a few random accounts. It was clear that he would immediately make a connection to me, so I removed him as a follower and tried to tactically message him, expressing admiration for his artwork. Unfortunately, he didn't respond to that and merely asked, "Who are you?" I mentioned that I preferred to maintain my anonymity for now. Consequently, he blocked me without any further interaction, and now I can no longer indulge in any wild fantasies involving him, as if the string or bond I had with him has been severed. I'm not sure how to maintain contact with him, as I would never dare to approach him or reveal that I have feelings for an older man. I apologize for sharing so much of my personal story, but I needed to get it off my chest and hope that you may have advice or insights to offer. Perhaps you have had similar experiences or can help me better understand this situation. Thank you for your attention and support
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2023.06.02 01:02 AJAskey Reality of Current Debt Ceiling Bill

There is no debt ceiling though 2025. This means the Treasury can sell infinite bonds and create a slush fund of $10-50T.
The stupid Republicans believe they can vote against appropriations bills. So what? For how long? Trillions will be in the slush fund and will be approved at some point in time for spending.
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2023.06.02 01:02 Only-Inevitable7744 My gf [23f] made a not-so-serious mistake, but it triggered a lot of anxiety in me [24m]. I don't know what to do.

TL;DR: long distance girlfriend got very drunk and acted flirty/touchy feely with people. She told me about it, and I know it shouldn't be a big deal (especially because our relationship is so good). However, because of my past relationship, it triggered a lot of anxiety. Don't want it to affect me, but it does- I don't know how to proceed.
Brief context- had traumatic, abusive relationship. Involved cheating + degradation. Broke up, had severe anxiety and insecurity issues, but went to therapy and worked through it.
~3 year later, I meet this girl. She is EXACTLY who I needed. Felt like I found a partner, and we compliment each other and grow from each other. Never had a single issue or argument. Just perfection. We're long distance, and have no issues.
Anyway, it’s been over a year of an amazing relationship. Present time: I get a call from her a few days ago. She’s visibly upset. Tells me that she just spoke with her best friend, and that he told her that when they had gone out the week before, she got really drunk and was acting in a certain way around other people.
Apparently she was too drunk to remember, and I didn't ask the specifics, but she said “If you acted that way I did I probably wouldn’t have been ok with it.” She then went on to apologize a lot, say she couldn’t believe that she could act like that, and that she never even knew she had a side to her that could be like that when she’s drunk. (She’s a professional athlete, so going out/getting drunk is a very rare occasion). She said she didn’t want to act in way that would make me uncomfortable, and felt bad that she would do something like that when our relationship is so good, and that she definitely doesn’t want anything to do with other people.
Internally felt bad, but didn't let it on. I told her that people can get flirty/touchy-feely when their drunk and that if she crossed a bit of a line, while I wasn’t happy, I understood it as a mistake. Explained that I didn't think it was a big deal.
I also know what it’s like to be super drunk and wake up next day to stuff you regret, and how icky that feels. So I sort of tried to dismiss it and not make a big deal of it. Unfortunately, it triggered SO much anxiety.
I had another conversation with her the next day, and sort of just explained that it made me anxious but that I trust her and that it’s ok, but not to do something like that again.
Since then, everything’s been “normal.” Or at least it has for her, but I’ve been fighting off serious serious anxiety.
I just don’t know what to do about it. Any opinions on how I should proceed? I know that what she did wasn’t a big deal. Probably just got super touchy with someone and danced a little too close. I didn’t ask, so I’m just playing benefit of the doubt. I OBJECTIVELY know it shouldn’t be a big deal, especially for someone who is inexperienced and stuff. A one time mistake is fine.
But god is it fucking with my head. It reopened all the anxieties and personal insecurity from my last relationship, and its been three days of hell for me. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Or what's appropriate. If the ways I've been feeling are an overreaction, etc.
(Feel free to ask any context questions if you want because I tried to be brief. Thanks.)
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2023.06.02 01:01 Famous-Chemistry-530 I AM SO 👏 FUCKING 👏 SICK 👏 OF THOSE STUPID ASS "hE gEtS uS" jesus ads on Reddit

No matter HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES I block and report this stupid ass account, I am still flooded with these rage-making ads every fucking time I'm on Reddit.
Fuck that shit.
Maybe I'm NOT christian.
Maybe I'm not religious.
Or maybe, I grew up in the stupidly cultist southern Baptist culture AND THIS SHIT TRIGGERS MY FUCKING PTSD TO NO END.
I'm totally atheist. I think it is dumb as fuck to believe in a magical sky daddy who "guides" us/ "solves our problems"/ etc etc etc.
But if someone else DOES believe, OK. That is your right, and none of us can definitively prove if a "god" does or does not exist. And if believing in a "higher power" helps you be a better person, or even just to manage this shit ass existence none of us asked for, then fine. I'm not trying to "create more atheists" or whatever. I would never declare myself as some arbiter who knows how people should live and die,and/or how their moral compass should be adjusted. As long as they aren't hurting me or anyone else (which pushing beliefs onto others is, imo, a form of harming), then I say to each his own.
Declaring themselves arbiters of other peoples' life/death/moral compass is about all Christians seem to fucking focus on. And I cannot fucking stand it.
I am not shoving my beliefs down other peoples' throats. SO STOP 👏 FUCKING 👏 DOING IT 👏 TO ME!!! 👏 👏 👏
Fuck outta here with this shit, reddit. Quit fucking up my - and Im sure many other peoples'- mental health for the few dollars I'm sure some smug church is paying you to flood us with these goddamn ads.
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2023.06.02 01:01 TheOmniac [QCrit] Adult Fantasy, The Omnia (135k, 1st Attempt)

Hello everyone,
I'm new to this sub and am currently trying to query my first novel. I would appreciate any feedback!
Dear ___,
The Omnia is a character-driven fantasy epic, adopting many traditional story tropes and sending them through several twists and turns as the characters develop. Complete at 135,000 words, the story takes place in the world of Draconia, a high fantasy setting in a transitional period between traditional medieval and industrial steampunk technology. I believe this story would be enjoyed by readers of Brandon Sanderson’s The Stormlight Archive and Patrick Rothfuss’s Kingkiller Chronicle series.
Lucian Eloi, along with his four childhood friends, planned for years to abandon their dead-end, isolated town to explore the world. One morning, during the town's annual tourney, they are visited by the Sanctus, the World Government, possessing the divine power to control the will of dragons. After a brutal attack, burning the town to ash with their friends and families slaughtered, Lucian and his friends are forced to flee. Soon after, they discover their dream would go unfulfilled. There was nothing left of the world to see. The Sanctus had already ravaged all of Draconia, leaving it little more than a wasteland.
Driven by hopeless vengeance, the group soon somehow manages to find themselves a thousand years in the past, a time when the Sanctus existed, but had yet to succumb to corruption. Determined to destroy the Sanctus before it enacts its destruction, the friends set out on a journey across the world to build a global army in hopes of fixing their broken future, unaware that their actions may have created a far more dangerous threat.
The Omnia is the first in a series of an estimated eight novels. The second novel has already been completed, and I have begun work on the third.
I sincerely hope you too enjoy what I have written, and look forward to hearing from you.
First 300 words:
(The wind stopped as a black shadow overtook the sun. The busy city fell silent as every citizen raised their head to the sky. For an everlasting moment, not a soul uttered a whisper, but the same disquieting thought infested every one of their minds. Those… things were coming.
“Tristan,” murmured a trembling young girl of six, clutching her older brother’s wrist.
Tristan wanted to calm his sister, but he couldn’t pull a word past his chest. He could only stare. The bronze and steel towers that pierced the skyscape, standing as a shining monument to the city of Decora’s progress, no longer exuded any sense of majesty. That dark shape overshadowed all else, blanketing the metropolis in a still deepening darkness.
How could this happen now? he wondered. They only ever came out at night. It was still mid-afternoon. Mere minutes ago his mother had sent him and his sister to the market. At the age of ten, he was certain he could protect her, but never had he anticipated…
The instant Tristan found his voice, so it seemed did the rest of the city. Before he could get a word out, the street erupted in screams. Townsfolk hurried off in every direction, forcing their way past as the grip on Tristan’s arm tightened. “Run, Judith!” he shouted, turning and taking off, pulling his sister behind him.
Tristan made for the nearest door. Pounding at the front steps of the building, he cried and begged for anyone to let them in. No one answered. Instead, someone from inside appeared at the windows, only to cover them with wooden boards. Cursing, Tristan headed to the next door, but fared no better. After several failed attempts, he accepted no one would shelter them. They would need to flee straight back home.)
Any feedback would be appreciated! I understand 135k words is generally considered too long for a new author, but I've cut it down about as much as I can unless I split the book in half, which I can do if you all think that would be the best course of action. Thanks again!
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2023.06.02 01:01 Ponchojo How long does my dad have left?

My dad was a super healthy 75 year old who lived alone and went to the gym three times a week, then a year ago he started having falls and shortness of breath and was diagnosed with with cardiac amyloidosis. His appetite went away over the last 6 months or so and he went from 240lb to 140lb (he's 6 foot 3). In the last two weeks his situation really took a nosedive.
There was a lot of confusion and his doctor gave us a urine test to administer at home. When I sent her a pic of the dipstick she diagnosed cystitis and sent two doses (two day course) of fosfomycin. I was very glad when she said it was a UTI because I know that can cause confusion in older patients and I saw my mom in the same state two years ago and then I thought it made perfect sense. After he finished the course he was not better at all and was just bedridden, although he would have hallucinations at night and one time he got out of bed and fell and hist his head. Another doctor who was on call came by and immediately prescribed a 7 day course of penicillin. He could not pass urine at the time but she left a vial for us to collect a sample, which I did only the next day after he had already had three doses of the penicillin.
The following day the doctor phoned and said pathology did not detect any infection, this was just his disease progressing naturally. Since then he's been completely bedridden. He's developed a bedsore on his back. He seems to be asleep all the time but when you talk to him he replies, although his speech is slurred and he speaks very softly (I guess from breathlessness). He's usually lucid but sometimes he gets confused and wants to get up and go run errands (is this normal or is it a result of a possible brain injury from when he hit his head?)
He's been on several types of medication but the doctor advised us to stop several - magnesium, vitamin D, diuretics, beta blockers and statins.
Now he's just on amioradone, colchecine, potassium, gabapentin (for neuropathy), and his doctor has added diosmectite for diarrhea (he was constipated for the past few months, I understand this is a symptom of amyloidosis), quetiapine (to help him sleep through the night) and has given us some Ativan for if he gets Anxious (but we haven't had to use that yet).
When he was diagnosed he got a pacemaker and today someone from the hospital came to turn off the defibrillator.
He has petechiae in several places, but I don't really know or understand why. The doctors don't seem worried about it.
He's still eating (but very little) and taking his medicine but he's developing a cough that sounds quite bad. Thankfully he does not seem to be in any pain or have any discomfort. His blood pressure is extremely low but his oxygen levels seem fine (he is on oxygen for most of the day - whenever we have electricity, but we live in South Africa and get rolling blackouts for 6-10 hours per day).
We have a great team of doctors, nurses and caretakers but when I ask how long he has none of them will really say anythinhg.
I know it's impossible to say with any certainty how long he has left but I just want to know, are we looking at days or weeks? My sister lives in Holland and I want to know to whether I should tell her to come say goodbye. I also just wanted to know if there's anything else I should expect. I've read how scary it can be when people are dying and have agonal breathing. Should we expect that? Will there be anything else I should prepare myself for?
Thank you to all the experts who share their knowledge here. You guys are the salt of the earth.
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2023.06.02 01:01 ur_hornybro 20 [M4A] looking for a longterm bro Heyo! 20 m indian living in Sweden for a long time now. I m bi curious and wanna meet more people my age and looking for a bro to help out A bro for me is a great friend with the horny component lol 😉😂

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2023.06.02 01:01 Acceptable-You9068 How My Ex (20F) Helped Me (21M) Develop Schizophrenia

My close friends tell me I should write a book. There’s no way to include all of the side stories and intricacies of the situation in a single post, like my surgeries or the heinous amounts of food I was doordashed. I just want to get this off my chest and have the reality of what happened written somewhere as I feel I’m fading into insanity.
I’m certainly not innocent here and I don’t feel like a victim. One of the hardest things about being cheated on is the feeling of not being enough and not being desirable. I definitely instigated this girl to chase me a little in order to feel better about myself, but I never could’ve imagined how far she would go.
I (21M) dated my ex (20F) for three years- let’s call her Katie. I go to school in the Midwest and shes in school back home on the east coast (we were both college athletes- she has since quit). We started dating in high school and spent every second of every day together when I was home. Katie was loved dearly by my family, which consisted of nearly a dozen younger siblings that all became very attached. Our parents had no doubt that we would get married. I had experienced a traumatic breakup a few years prior and she made me forget about it completely.
About a month into the school year, I was on a long bus ride home from an away game and got a text from a mutual friend that Katie had cheated. I went through the stages of grief over the next 13 hours, stuck on this bus. I confronted her about it and after denying it over and over, she finally confessed.
We had spent the previous summer traveling the country together, both with her parents and alone. It turns out that she had cheated twice in April with a guy in her friend group right before we had left for our travels. She was horrified by what she did and planned on taking it to the grave. She claimed they were short, drunk mistakes. None of the rest of the friend group knew it happened, except for the one guy that ended up telling me, and obviously the guy she cheated with. Katie cut him off but apparently began entertaining him again once she got back to school, which prompted the mutual friend to tell me after seeing them flirting at the bar, but still not enough for any of her other friends to notice.
Katie along with me, my friends, and my family were devastated. It was months of misery, and still is. I was very dependent on her and had a hard time letting go. She was insistent on making it up to me and proving herself. She would constantly tell me that God told her that I’m her husband. She wouldn’t leave me alone. My parents believed her and advised me to forgive her.
I cut her off several times and each time she found a way around it. She showed up to my house unannounced (10+ hr drive) several times and wrote me, no exaggeration, over 120 letters. One time I was on a road trip and got a call from an unknown number around midnight. She was calling from some restaurant at the halfway point between our schools letting me know she was on her way because I had her number blocked.
It didn’t go well any time she was at my place. I regret to say she would convince me to let her sleep in my bed and things would go from there. I told myself that I was doing the right thing by not turning her away after that long of a drive. I’d promised her father that she would always be safe with me and turning her away in a dangerous Midwest city didn’t feel right. Regardless, I don’t have a good reason for sleeping with her.
I was desperate and had even tried taking another girl out on a date, but cut it off because I just wasn’t over Katie. I didn’t want to hurt someone else in this mess.
Eventually Thanksgiving break came around, and I was concerned about what would happen when Katie was down the street and not across the country.
I was flying home and I’m very cheap, so I always take any layover that will lower the price of my ticket.
This particular layover was totally out of the way in the deep south. My flight from this southern airport to the east coast was delayed. I looked around for a place to chill in the airport when I saw a familiar face from high school. I’ll call her Riley (20F). We had never really crossed paths in high school, but we both knew of each other.
I walked over and sat next to her and we hit it off. It was something out of a movie. It was the first time in months that I felt any kind of relief from Katie. We were on the same flight and just happened to be sitting next to each other on the plane.
The wounds from Katie were still fresh, but how could I not follow up on that? I ended up taking her out on a date a few days later and hung out a few times after. We were both really into each other and I was enjoying the mental peace. She was gorgeous and incredibly entertaining just to talk to.
Unknown to me, (I probably could’ve guessed this) Katie and Riley were friends at one point in high school and word quickly got around to Katie that Riley and I were talking. Part of that made it even sweeter.
Katie wasn’t exactly happy about this and still wouldn’t leave me alone. She would guilt trip me into doing Bible studies with her and would hang out with my sister (19F) when I ignored her.
This was all unknown to Riley. I felt guilty about it and didn’t want to hurt her. But Riley made it clear that she wasn’t looking for anything serious, so I opted not to mention it to her. I felt like it was alright because when I would see Katie it’d be at like a Dennys or something and we would just read the Bible and leave separately.
I didn’t have a car on the east coast, so Riley would have to pick me up when we hung out. One time, she stopped to get coffee right before picking me up and ran into my sister and Katie. Katie ran out of the shop crying and Riley and my sister had a brief interaction (Riley had never officially met my sister). Riley was very aware that me and Katie dated for a long time, but didn’t know why we broke up.
Anyway, she picked me up right after and did an incredible job acting like nothing happened. I heard the story a few days later from Katie and my sister, but never from Riley.
I kept in touch with Riley and we agreed that we would catch up over Christmas break.
My house on the east coast is about an hour and a half from the airport. I have to take a train into the city, and then get a ride from one of my friends in the city to the airport. On the way to the airport, while I was on the train, my ride bailed on me. I was going to miss my flight.
I knew that Katie was at school in the city. I totally see how this is wrong, I could’ve paid for an Uber. I think part of me wanted to see her in some pain, knowing I was with Riley.
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2023.06.02 01:00 myhappyspace Time management and me getting triggered when it’s suggested. Can I time management work for me? I just want to give up

Hi everyone, first time poster here.
(I apologize for any typos and the long post) I honestly hope that I don’t sound insensitive to anyone where time management works for them. It just doesn’t work for me.
I recently found out that ADHD is considered under the disability service at my college and I was actually happy.
I didn’t bring in paperwork from my psychiatrist (b/c my psychiatrist that I previously had was neglectful and I’m currently seeing a new one next week that’s kind and on it when it comes to their patients). I let the person I was meeting with know and she said typically they don’t need the paperwork; it helps, but if a student can provide and articulate their own symptoms and what they need, that would work just fine.
I stated on the paperwork that my symptoms are difficulties with executive functioning, I have a hard time with processing information and applying it to my class work. I get anxiety with test taking and getting assignments in on time. And the person I had the meeting with just focused on the anxiety with test taking and they let me know that I could have “time and a half” which would give me 30 extra minutes on my test and I could test in a private room. they said how does that sound? I smiled and said that would be helpful and as I started to sign the paperwork I asked them would I be able to get extended time with turning in assignments? They said well it depends, we can’t really do that because it depends on the professors, it’s a case by case situation. so if I was having a stressful week where my ADHD symptoms were heightened that she could email my professor to ask for extended time. They offered meeting with a counselor to work and get coached on my time management skills and I felt myself almost about to cry and I just breathed through it and smiled again and said yeah that could be helpful. And that was it.
College is honestly very much a drag, It’s not paying for my bills, it’s not helping me clean my home, it’s not helping me with my mental health. It’s literally making my life worse.
College school work always gets pushed on the back burner. I work two jobs and am living in a very cluttered home because all of my time either goes to coping by watching YouTube videos that make me happy or tv shows.
When I work both jobs in one day I’m literally doing school work on the clock all the time, I get home and I just want to die. Then I do it all over again, until I have my three days off where I’m just coping and mitigating the symptoms of depression, anxiety, ADHD, sometimes I’ll just get nonverbal. I can’t do anything else. I can’t even keep in contact with my friends, which I don’t really mind, I have a problem of becoming friends with people who only want and take from me, use me as there entertainment for the day. thankfully I live with my mom but it’s bittersweet and she at least understands (sometimes) my symptoms but she’ll also say just set yourself up for success. Yet how can? I can’t stick with it.
I’ve tried time management, I’ve bought the books, I’ve watched the videos, I’ve talked with my therapist, I’ve time blocked my days, I’ve set the alarms, I’ve don’t the song and dance.
“Just try harder” “Try it for a week and see” “Use Google calendar, that helps me” “Just do time management skills, and stick with it”
I honestly get triggered when people suggest time management to set myself up for success because it’s been such a struggle for me.
What’s the point anymore. This is just literal hell to me.
Sadly I’ve bullied myself to stick with my time management and when I screw up I ridicule myself even more for not being able to “handle doing time management” because other people can do it so why can’t I?
I just don’t know what to do? Should I talk to my new psychiatrist about having issues with getting assignments in? As well as talk to them about breaking down my tasks into reasonable accommodations for myself? My therapist is moving so I asked my therapist if there were any therapist that specialize in ADHD mitigation and she found one for me so maybe I can work with them on alternative ways of making time management work for me and my own capabilities?
Thank you for taking the time to read and if you have any suggestions please let me know.
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2023.06.02 01:00 alexisjoy666 The Toxicity of the Fandom

Title says it all. I think we can all agree to disagree about certain points.
We don’t need to hate on real people just because they don’t like the characters we like. I think it’s ok to compare. It’s been scientifically proven that our brains immediately compare information as soon as we absorb it, so it is inevitable.
Just as long as we keep it civil. I don’t think it’s as bad as other fandoms. But it is there..
It’s odd to have to say “we are done talking about this”, whatever topic we’re taking about, due to some people having the incessant need of doubling down on a point they whole heartedly believe in. Obsessively. The key word here is obsessive.
Healthy banter is always fun. I’m talking about those who will go on even after you say “we’re good”. You know when you’ve really beaten that horse and there’s nothing else to talk about and you’re spiralling to make a point? That’s what I am specifically talking about.
I try to sympathize since people have been bullied in their real lives (we all have tbh) and so when we relate to one character for wtv reason, and anyone targets the character we identify with, well we consequently feel as though we have been targeted ourselves. That’s what I believe is happening here.
Which brings on the toxic remarks and obsessive doubling down.
It’s all over this place that’s why I tune out after a few back and forths. It’s therapy some of us need. While some of us are on here for the entertainment. It’s become so apparent that we can’t talk about certain things without having the toxicity flare up as soon as we say “notice this”.
Notice how some of us are walking on eggshells on certain posts? A clear sign that we should reevaluate our own behaviours. I know I am.
FYI therapy is awesome so not bashing it at all. People need to relive their past traumas with a professional however.
Not online.
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2023.06.02 01:00 Tyranitron [Fanfic[ A Beast's Heart Ch.40

Hey everyone! I managed to finally do what I planned and alternate fics with each chapter xD. I don't know what it is, but I get hyper focused here and there and then I can get such writer's block with certain things while writing but then get in a zone after managing to get past certain sections. Anyway, this is the second of three planned Linked Souls Day chapters, the next one being the last and from there just hopefully one more chapter that serves as a prelude and transition into the canon events. But don't quote me fully on this as it MIGHT turn into two chapters depending on if I can fit everything in it. But I'm excited to get into the canon material as I've had plans for it since 2020 xD. Anyway, I'm going to likely swap back to my Helluva Boss fic to do a chapter than swap back to this as I want to try to prevent any burn out. Fair warning, I might get a lil hyper focused on the HB fic, but I will do my best to keep a good balance and get back to this as soon as possible.
As I've said before both of these fics are passion projects that I intend to finish no matter how long it takes as I love writing in both worlds. Also, I'm still sticking to this being set pretty much in Japan given everything in canon and sticking to those sensibilities and laws while not neglecting my own western ones and other westerners. I know I've put the disclaimer bout the Nazomi and Sebastian relationship on every prior chapter focusing on then, I just want to make it clear each time this is being handled with care and the maturity it demands. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and I might get the next chapter out maybe early next month or near the end of this one depending on how things go, but I WILL get it out.
Also, curious what everyone thinks about my introduction of a Valentines equivalent.

After Shinoku and Vega left to meet up with Anya and Sheila, Sebastian took the time to finish getting ready for when he’d meet up with Nazomi. Just like his friends, Sebastian took his time to make sure that he looked good enough for their rendezvous, putting on some clothes he had that looked very similar to the Cherryton uniform aside from differing colors and other minor things. Also like Shinoku and Vega, he had gotten Nazomi a gift as well. After making sure he was good and ready for his meet up with Nazomi, Sebastian went back to reading to pass the time till he needed to head down the hill to meet up with her. As he waited, Sebastian heard his phone ring, quickly going to see who it was and answering it when he saw it was his mother.
“Hello Sebastian.” His mother said as he answered the phone. “I hope you’re well.”
“Hi mom.” he replied. “Yeah, I’m doing well.”
“That’s good to hear. How are your grades, I trust you’re keeping them high like you always do.” His mother inquired.
“I am.”
“That’s good to hear, you always do your best. Though, I’m not sure why you don’t do cram school like your brother did and your sister is doing. It’s nice that you work hard, don’t get me wrong, but I just want to make sure you’re living up to your full potential.” She said, her tone carrying that always subtle pressure of a proud lioness with high expectations.
And there it was; while she did care for him like any lion mother, she always wanted him to live up to the standards and the image of what a lion should be. Not that she was any different from any other lioness towards her kids, they all knew they had to make sure that the reputation of the king of beasts was maintained. It was an ever present driving force for lions; to stand apart, set the example, excel and push yourself to ever higher points and positions. It was both the greatest driving factor, and the most dangerous threat to a lion. While most would manage to get by and repress the toll it took or even thrive; for others, it would be far too much pressure. It was what lead to so many lions to go to the back alley, to form the likes of the shishigumi or join it.
Sebastian took a moment, the pressure of his mother’s expectations briefly showing before he quickly composed himself. “I understand mom, don’t worry, I have everything planned out.” he assured her. “I’m just tackling things in a way that allows me to give my full attention to my grades here. It’s not that I’m not interested in cram school, I just think it’s more logical to not have my focus split too much.”
“Always the analytical one my little Seby.” his mother commented. “But you only focus on your schoolwork and your reading, even your brother managed to handle doing cram school AND being on his school’s baseball team. He always did so well, even as a cub. Your sister’s also excelling in her gymnastics.” She added. His mother never overtly sounded disappointed, but the subtle nudges and constant reminding of his siblings’ achievements spoke volumes of her wanting him to be like them and every other lion. Why couldn’t she just understand that while he had the potential like every other lion, he just didn’t have the interest? Wasn’t it enough that they were bringing home trophies to show off?
Sebastian let the pressure he felt slip slightly once more before regaining his composure again. “That’s good to hear they’re doing so well…” he said in a cheerful voice. “You don’t need to worry though mom, I’ll make sure I get into a good college, plus all my teachers like me. Getting a recommendation good enough to be accepted won’t be hard to get.”
“True, your teachers always liked you.” His mother said. “But it’s just so rare for a lion not to do cram school. At least, in terms of the ones wanting to make a good life for themselves.” she commented in a veiled implication that a lot of the lions who chose not to were always trouble makers and bad seeds.
“I know mom.” Sebastian replied. “But I do have a career path set and I’m not going to stray from it.”
“And given the way you study and your grades I have no doubt. I can’t wait to hear what prestigious college you become the head over. But you might decide to be something equally important to society.” his mother commented. He never dared once to say he wanted to just teach, he didn’t even care where. All he ever said when what he wanted to be came up was something potentially in education and just smile and nod when his mother would suggest stuff. “By the way, have you found a nice lioness yet?”
“No, not yet mom.” Sebastian replied. He didn’t even dare to think about giving her a hint that he had found someone, knowing full well the questions that ensue about her and wanting to see a picture of or talk to her.
“That’s a shame, I hate to hear that you’re alone on Linked Souls Day. Are you looking?” his mother asked.
“Yes mom, I am.” Sebastian lied. “I’ll find someone, it just takes time for some.”
“But you’re so handsome, are you sure you’re looking or giving good impressions?”
“I am…” Sebastian replied as he held back a sigh.
“Alright. But just know that I have a few friends with very nice daughters, I could always introduce you to.”
Sebastian pinched his brow. “Thanks...but I’m sure I’ll find someone soon.”
“OK, just don’t get so caught up in your studies that you forget.” his mother commented. “Anyway, I need to get going, your father’s going to be taking me out for a romantic date. He says hi by the way.”
“I won’t.” Sebastian said as he composed himself once more. “And that sounds nice, tell him I say hello.”
“Sure. And Sebastian, keep working hard and making us proud.” his mother said before hanging up.
Sebastian let out a sigh as he hung up his phone, putting it back in his pocket. As he did so, Hassan looked at him. “I get the whole familial pressure, it’s not fun. I can only imagine what it’s like with being a lion.”
“She means well…” Sebastian replied.
“Clearly given the expressions you let slip.” Hassan pointed out. “I’m not trying to say your mother’s horrible, but her intentions aren’t exactly selfless.”
“It’s just how it is for us lions.”
“Well if you ask me it’s a bunch of bullshit.” Jax commented.
Hassan just shrugged. “Like Sebastian said, it’s just what it is. All we can do is just not let it get to us and forge our own paths the best we can when it comes to expectations.”
“Anyway, I better start heading out, it’s getting close to time for me to meet up with miss Nazomi.” Sebastian said as he stood up, walking over to get the flowers and gift for Nazomi.
“Sure you don’t need any help?” Hassan asked.
“I’ll be fine.”
Hassan nodded. “Alright.”
“Keep living the dream dude, maybe you’ll get to spend the night with her.” Jax said with a wide grin.
Sebastian just rolled his eyes at Jax before walking out to meet up with Nazomi, not even wanting to respond to the comment. As he headed down to the main floor of the dorm, Sebastian felt a combination of excitement and nervousness. It was his first time celebrating Linked Souls Day with anyone, not that he was ever really bothered about not being able to do so in the past. Sebastian also felt a bit guilty due to the fact that because he was a student and Nazomi a teacher, he couldn’t really do anything publicly with her let alone the fact that she was preparing the meal for them to eat.
Deep down he was a romantic at heart, much maligning the fact that he couldn’t be the one to treat her to a cooked meal. It didn’t really feel right that on Linked Souls Day she was doing most the work. It was just something that he would make sure to do in the future if things got that far with them. Although he still worried about being the potential cause of her losing her job. That, and exactly when and how he was going to introduce her to his parents when he was no longer a student. Hopefully he’d have it figured out when the time came.
Sebastian let out a sigh as he exited the boy’s dorm. Despite all the worries, he still deep down found himself hoping that this would work out. Even with the returning thought of this being just a potential rebellion against his parents and their expectations, he could not deny how he felt about the older feline. Especially with their first date still ever present in his mind. No matter what challenges or obstacles they might face, he was willing to face them, his resolve hardening all the more. Even if it ended up with them having to end things before something bad happened, he’d rather live knowing he tried his best than giving into the fear and not trying to fight for his own happiness.
It didn’t take long for Sebastian to leave the school and get down the hill to where Nazomi said she would be waiting for him, and as he got to their rendezvous spot he stopped. His eyes widened as he felt his heart about to beat out of his chest. Before him stood Nazomi next to her car, dressed in a rather nice satin button down green blouse and black business skirt with a slit on the left side that fit her perfectly. She looked beautiful, so much so that Sebastian felt his cheeks were on fire and his heart was about toleap out of his chest as he blushed, unable to really say anything for a few moments.
“W-wow…” he managed to say as he managed to walk over to Nazomi. “You look...amazing.”
Nazomi smiled a bit. “Thank you, I did try.” she said as she blushed ever so slightly. “I would have worn a dress, but I didn’t want to arouse any real suspicion…”
“It’s fine, there’s not a time I’ve seen you where you didn’t look beautiful.” Sebastian said as he continued to blush, rubbing the back of his head as he did so.
Nazomi blushed more. “You look quite handsome yourself, and just as professional as I do.” she commented. “At least it won’t look too suspicious...I hope.”
“I’m sure it won’t.” Sebastian commented before blinking. “Oh, right, I got you these.” Sebastian added as he handed her the bouquet.
“Awe, thank you love.” Nazomi almost cooed as she took the flowers. “They’re beautiful, I can’t remember the last time I got flowers...Thank you.”
Sebastian smiled as he then handed her a smallish wrapped box. “I also got you this.”
Nazomi blinked as she took the gift, opening it to see it was a bottle of perfume. Taking it out of the box she gave it a sniff. “It smells wonderful, I can’t imagine how much this was…”
“It’s nothing, I saw it one day and thought it’d suit you. So I saved up to make sure I could get you it for today.”
Nazomi smiled, tail flicking as a purr emitted from her throat. “You really are too sweet.” she said as she moved to put the gifts up and then hugged Sebastian. “Again, thanks.” she added as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Shall we?”
“Yes.” Sebastian replied, giving Nazomi a nuzzle.
The two got in Nazomi’s car, Sebastian first asking if he should maybe hide out of site like in the trunk only for Nazomi to insist that he sit in the passenger seat. Despite his concerns she said if anyone asked, she was just helping him get to Linked Souls Day meet up. Which, in the most technical sense was not a lie. Sebastian nodded, getting in the passenger seat before Nazomi started her car up and drove.
As They drove through the city to Nazomi’s house something hit Sebastian that he could not believe he didn’t think about even when he had first seen the female cat. “Hey, Mrs. Nazomi?” he asked as he looked at her.
“Yes love?” she asked.
“I just’re a bit tall for an oriental shorthair. It’s something I should have realized sooner, are you…”
“A mixed species?” Nazomi finished asking for him with a slight smile. “Most don’t really take note until they hit their growth spurts and outgrow me by whatever their heights usually are depending on species. But yes, I am.” she answered. “I’m one third panther on my mother’s side.”
Sebastian blinked, that would explain why she was a bit more ebony in her fur color and why she was taller than the typical shorthair. In fact, her coming up to just under the mid point of his chest hadn’t come off as odd until he thought about it. With some growth still to come, odds are she’d likely be at his gut or just over his waist by the time he finished growing. Not that it was really a problem or he minded, it was just an observation he made.
His eyes glanced over at the scenery as they drove, taking in the buildings and noting that they were sticking to a fairly nice part of town. He then glanced over at Nazomi, taking in how beautiful she looked with a blush, she really was quite something. Sebastian found himself moving his hand closer to hers when they stopped at a red light. Nazomi smiled as she noticed, her hand moving towards his as they held hands for a moment before the light turned green. It did become a thing though with each stop they had to make, both of them enjoying the sign of affection.
It didn’t take too long until they had entered in a rather nice looking neighborhood, about the kind Sebastian assumed Nazomi might live in. It was nice and modest and the house that Nazomi pulled in to was just as nice looking. Thankfully, most of her neighbors were either out celebrating the holiday or doing so in their homes.“Here we are.” Nazomi said warmly.
“It’s a nice looking home.” Sebastian said as the two got out.
“Thanks. It’s really nothing all that special, but it’s nice and cozy and it’s really all I need.” Nazomi replied as she got the gifts Sebastian had gotten before heading to the door with the lion, both their tails flicking and even entwining a bit as they approached it. When they got to the door Nazomi fumbled a bit as she got her keys to unlock it.
“Allow me.” Sebastian offered as he helped her unlock the door, opening it for her.
“Thank you.” Nazomi smiled as she took a quick look around before pecking his cheek. “I’ll put these up while you make yourself at home. I haven’t quite started what I was going to fix, so it will be a bit longer before we eat.”
“You haven’t?” Sebastian inquired. “Then mind if I help? I feel bad that you’re doing a lot of the work and it’s only right that I do everything I can for you today.”
Nazomi smiled as she looked at him. “You’re such a kind, sweet, animal Sebastian. I don’t mind, really.”
“I insist.”
Nazomi chuckled slightly. “You really are a gentleman aren’t you?” she mused.
Sebastian blushed a bit as he rubbed the back of his head. “I just...I want to do whatever I can. You’re a wonderful woman and a great teacher. And, well, I want to take any and every opportunity I can get to treat you right because you deserve it.” the lion said as he blushed some more, conviction clear to see in his eyes.
Nazomi couldn’t help but blush, his words having touched her more than anything in her past relationships. “Alright, how about this? If you want to help me then let’s make it a thing and finish cooking it together?” she offered with a smile.
“I’d like that.” Sebastian agreed with his own smile.
“Alright, just give me a moment.”
Sebastian nodded as Nazomi went to go put up the gifts that Sebastian jad gotten her. As she headed off, Sebastian found his eyes wandering over her form, taking in her figure that was shown off by her attire as well as lower, noting her slightly swaying hips and…tail. Sebastian cursed himself as he moved his eyes to something else. Sure he was still a teenager, a boy, but he prided himself in being better than most. Sure he had his...moments, as Jax so brazenly pointed out. But the last thing he wanted was to be that inappropriate towards Nazomi, even if he did, at times, allow some indulgences here and there.
When Nazomi got back she smiled. “Alright, ready?”
Sebastian nodded. “Yes.”
“OK, should be done in half the time with both of us working on it.”
Nazomi lead Sebastian to the kitchen to show him that she was preparing, a fruit lasagna with the usual accompaniments. After Sebastian looked over the recipe she was using, one from the cooking show Happy Happy Cooking that was toted to be one of their more popular ones among carnivores. he set to work helping her, working side by side as they prepared the fruit, making sure that everything was layered properly. Like in the car, ever now and then Nazomi and Sebastian would briefly hold hands as they prepared the meal, satisfying their feline proclivity for touch contact. It wasn’t too long before they had the lasagna in the oven and the accompanying bread.
“Alright, shouldn’t be too long for it to fully cook, thanks for the help.” Nazomi said as she nuzzled Sebastian, giving him an affectionate hug as well. “In the meantime, we can go over some of my old notes and other things while we wait to help you out with your career path if you like.”
“Sure.” Sebastian smiled as he nuzzled and hugged her back, the two staying like that for a good minute.
“I’ll go get them then.” Nazomi said as she finally and somewhat hesitantly separated to go get her old college notes and study material, returning shortly after with them.
While the food cooked Nazomi went over various things she had to study and learn with Sebastian, covering things they hadn’t gone over from prior times and quizzing him on material they had. To Sebastian, this was like cram school in a sense, getting ready for what he’d need to know to excel in college, only with a more...personal and romantic one on one touch. While he never had issue with paying attention to any of his teachers, Sebastian always hung on every word Nazomi said. To him, her voice was just as beautiful as everything else about her. And just like all the times before, they shared affections with each other.
It seemed like no time at all when the food was done, the two of them chalking it up to them just enjoying each other’s company so much. As Nazomi got the lasagna and bread Sebastian set the table before helping her prepare their plates. As he finished helping her he noticed her take out some wine glasses and a bottle of wine and pouring some of the red liquid in each, although one was more of a sample serving compared to the other, before putting it up and placing them on the table.
“Wine?” Sebastian inquired.
“Just to help things feel a bit more normal.” Nazomi explained. “You don’t have to even drink it. But I was your age once, Rex it only feels like yesterday, and even back then sampling wine wasn’t wrong. That first date we had where you encouraged me to not deny myself any wine, where we acted like a teacher and student just having a meet up to discuss things, stayed on my mind for a while. It wasn’t right that there was some inequality, a full romantic atmosphere. So, I figured sense we’re in private I’d have us on an even level or give the feeling of it. But as I said, you don’t have to drink it.” she said before sitting down.
Sebastian blushed, smiling as he sat down. “Thank you, love.” he said with a fair bit of warmth in hid voice.
It never ceased to surprise the other that both worried about the other’s feelings and the challenges they had to face with their secretive relationship. Something that mad each grow more attached to the other was when a few days after their first date Nazomi had confessed to Sebastian that she was far more hesitant and worried than she let on. Revealing she had been hiding the anxiety of them being a thing and was actually on the verge of suggesting they just call the attempt off out of fear as well as the revelation of his uncle. But she had decided to go through with it because of how truly genuine and good a man he was among other things that made her want to try. Sebastian himself had also confided in her his own concerns and worries about it and her, which made her just feel all the stronger for him over time.
“By the way, how has your day been so far?” Sebastian asked as he began to eat, taking a bite of the lasagna. “Oh, this is delicious.”
“It is.” Nazomi agreed as she took a bite of it. “It’s all thanks to you though, doubt it would have been as good without a little help.” she said with a smile. “As for my day, it’s gone well so far, just the usual grading of papers and preparing for the coming weeks’ lessons. Same old, same old, really. So far the rest of the students I have are nice and do there best. Despite what issues some might cause outside of the classroom I don’t really have to deal with any troublemakers really. Maybe a few slackers or an unmotivated student, but that’s about it.”
“Well you’re a great teacher, I find it hard to believe that any pf my peers would want to cause any trouble in your class. Not only that, but you’re very nice and helpful too.” Sebastian commented.
A smile formed on Nazomi’s mouth as her ebony fur darkened. “Thank you, you’re always so sweet Sebastian.” she said as she purred a bit. “Honestly, I think you’re one of the best students at the school, you work hard and are always so polite. I know you’ll go far with being a teacher.”
Sebastian blushed heavily. “Thank you…” he said with a half smile. “Though I will admit, keeping it up can be a bit— stressful. Comes with being a lion, expectations and familial pressure.” he admitted
Nazomi blinked as she looked at him. “Is it that hard?”
“It’s, well…”
Nazomi moved her hand to rest on top of his. “You can tell me if this is something negatively effecting you Sebastian.”
The lion sighed a bit. “It is hard. Being a lion you’re seen as the king of beasts, someone who’ll go far and have high positioned jobs or in some form of leadership. That image both helps and hurts us, becoming a driving factor of pushing ourselves as much as possible to keep to a standard. It’s something that permeates every lion family, the mothers and fathers pushing their kids to do something worthy of being a lion. Cram school is seen as an expected and normal thing to do and those who don’t do it are mostly looked down on as they are often those that end up in gangs or didn’t try hard enough.”
Nazomi’s hand gripped his, squeezing gently. “Is your family pressuring you?”
“Not...entirely. My mother often brings up what my older brother and my sister are doing and keeps suggesting I try to do the same. She doesn’t seem disappointed, but there’s just something about her voice…” Sebastian admitted. “She is happy that I’m doing well, but I know she expects more. She thinks I’m planning to go into an education position that’s high up, or at a prestigious university when I don’t care where I teach so long as I do some good.”
Nazomi squeezed his hand again, feeling bad for the lion. “That’s not all that good Sebastian, have you thought about bringing it up to a councilor?”
Sebastian shrugged. “Somewhat. But as I said, this permeates lions as a whole, it’s far too ingrained to really be dealt with. Thankfully my situation isn’t too bad, it cab be far worse. Plus, I like learning so it’s not that big of a deal. I also have my friends and, well, you.” he smiled.
Nazomi blushed heavily. “I see…”
“I hope I didn’t make things awkward or anything…”
“No, no! You’re fine Sebastian.” Nazomi assured. “It’s good you have a support system and you don’t really let it get to you, you’re very strong for that. Will you tell your mother you’ll try to teach anywhere?”
“Eventually, yes, when I’m nearing the end of my higher education and am about to apply to various places.” Sebastian answered. “Just like how I’ll tell her about us when I’m a bit into my freshman year at college or before I get into college if we get that far, which I hope we do and keep doing. You are an amazing woman and to be honest, to me you are far more exceptional than any other.”
Nazomi blinked, her fur becoming more dark red than ebony black as her heart melted. He was the kindest, most genuine soul she had ever met and continued to prove he was mature beyond his years. “I— thank you Sebastian.” she said with a soft purr, falling a fair bit more for the lion.
From there the two continued to talk as they ate, taking their time and enjoying each other’s company as they swapped stories about their childhood. Nazomi found herself surprised as she learned that even as a young kid Sebastian was well mannered and somewhat bookish. She felt comfortable around him, able to share with him more embarrassing things like the time she was so nervous to do a presentation in high school that she messed up a word or two or when she practically face planted when she was looking at a crush. It just felt right and natural to be so open with him.
When they had finished eating, Sebastian even having drank the small bit of wine, he and Nazomi cleared the table. Sebastian even helped her with the dishes before they went back to going over some more of Nazomi’s old papers and work to help prepare him. It seemed like no time once more as they noticed the sun was start to set.
“Is it really that late already?” Nazomi asked as she looked at her clock, taking note of the time.
“Looks like it.” Sebastian commented.
“My how time flies, it seems to go so slow until well…” she blushed. “I’m around you.”
Sebastian blushed heavily. “Yeah…”
“Thank you for the lovely time, as well as the gifts and helping out, not many guys are as considerate as you.” Nazomi commented.
“Well, you’re worth any effort…” the lion blushed.
Nazomi smiled, blushing as well. How could this lion keep finding ways to make her heart feel like it was a puddle? She hadn’t really met many guys with the ability to do that over the years, more so not in recent years. It had gotten to the point where she just really stopped looking. But then Sebastian came around and made her feel things she hadn’t felt in a long time. His gentlemanly studious nature and willingness to be so considerate, among other things, just had her more enamored with each time they were together. The fact that he was willing to take things so slow, deny himself the most basic of typical teenage experiences that most his age were having just made him seem too good to be true. And yet, there he was proving to be just that good.
Then there was the fact that while she did do a fare share for the holiday he had not only helped out, but went out of his way to get her flowers and a rather nice gift, not expecting anything special in return and just wanting to treat her right. As the lion got up from where they had been sitting she stood. “Sebastian, before I take you back to Cherryton...I think you deserve another kiss.”
Sebastian blinked as he blushed. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to…”
“No, I want to.” Nazomi admitted with a smile. “The only true thing that’s tricky with our relationship is that you’re a student and I’m a teacher. You’ve proven time and again just how good a man you are and that you are someone I...have looked for.” she blushed. “So I don’t see us kissing, at least in private and while off school grounds as being an issue. I know you’d never take advantage of me and I want to reward you for such, and for treating me to one of the best times I’ve had in a while.”
Sebastian’s tail started to flick happily as he smiled. “Alright.”
The two approached each other, embracing as they leaned in to share a kiss. Just like with their first, it was utterly electrifying for Sebastian. The feel of Nazomi’s lips unlike anything he felt before as his heart beat out of his chest as he started to purr. Sebastian enjoyed every second that the kiss lasted, his hands starting to subconsciously roam along her back a bit, though he would catch and restrain himself before they went too low.
Nazomi for her part pressed a bit firmer than last time, what with it being a holiday for love. As they kissed she noticed that Sebastian’s hands roaming along her back, taking in her form and the feel of her body and causing her to purr a fair bit. She smiled as she noticed he restrained himself from doing anything inappropriate, knowing her trust in him would never be misplaced. Although she promised to herself one day when he was no longer a student, she’d allow him to no longer restrain himself.
As she finally broke the kiss Nazomi smiled. “That was a wonderful kiss, possibly better than the first.” she giggled.
“Y-yeah…” Sebastian agreed, his cheeks a dark red.
“Thank you for being such a gentleman and not taking advantage.” Nazomi commented as they stayed embraced.
“I’d never.”
“I know love.” she smiled. “And that is why I will make you this promise. If we manage to make it to when you are out of school, then you have permission to not restrain yourself anymore as we’ll be in the clear. Not that you’d need my permission at that point” Nazomi giggled. “Anyway, we best get going before it gets too dark.”
Sebastian’s blush deepened all the more. “Yeah…”
The two headed back out to Nazomi’s car, first checking for anyone that might notice before getting in and driving off. The ride back went much like the first, the two briefly holding hands here and there as they made their way through the city. It was something that both Sebastian and Nazomi seemed almost unable to resist doing. Hell, when they had walked back to Nazomi’s car their tails entwined again.
When they got back to the bottom of the hill that Cherryton rested on the moon had not been fully risen for too long. “Thanks again for the lovely Linked Souls Day, I haven’t really celebrated it in so long.” Nazomi said as she parked the car.
“No problem, hopefully our next date can be somewhat soon.” Sebastian replied with a smile. “I hope the rest of your weekend goes well.”
“Thank you Sebastian, you too, I’ll see you Monday.” Nazomi smiled.
Sebastian was about to get out when he stopped. “Nazomi?”
“Mind if we...have one more kiss?” Sebastian asked as he blushed.
Nazomi smiled as a giggle escaped her lips. “I suppose not, it’s only right to have a goodnight kiss after a date.”
The two leaned in close, sharing in one more kiss as they rested a paw on the back of each other’s head, purring loudly as they did so. When the kiss broke a few moments later Sebastian smiled. “Good night.”
“Good night love.”
Sebastian got out of the car, walking back up the hill as Nazomi turned her car around and left. The lion smiled as his heart continued to race, he was as happy as he had ever felt and was all the happier that Nazomi felt the same way as he did. While it was true their relationship had a strong possibility of stopping if they were ever in great enough danger of being found out, it seemed that she was daring for it to work as much as he was. Whether it did or not, only the future knew.
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2023.06.02 01:00 uReallyShouldTrustMe Weekly Meet-Up: Travel together! AND CoVid + Entry/Exit Thread

This is the weekly meet-up thread. Always be aware of potential risks of meetings strangers online. Be careful and be safe.
To better match yourselves up, you may want to (but not required for now) fill out the following questionnaire:
  1. Age, gender, party group, Nationality
  2. Purpose of meet up.
  3. Length of meet up.
  4. Date/potential dates.
  1. M,33, solo traveler, USA
  2. Looking for food buddies to try Korean meals that require 2+ people
  3. Just for dinner, I have plans after
  4. Anytime this week, even today is possible


Weekly CoVid/Entry+Exit Korea questions
If your primary topic is related to:-Entry/Exit requirements (K-ETA, Q-code, vaccinations, etc) -CoVid Tests (where to get tests, what tests are required, vaccinations, what happens if I get CoVid, etc)-Predictions (When do you think X will open, what will change, etc)
Please post here. They are not allowed as a stand alone question anymore. All parent comments on this thread must be questions relating to those topics. If you’re one of those people interested in answering these, reply to parent comments. Travelers, try to look over the other questions asked on this week’s thread before asking. While some members don’t mind answering, it gets weary when every week the questions are the same. We understand the rules are constantly changing but try to do some homework first. The idea is to clean up the main page with travel questions about places to go, things to see, and so on and so forth. Cheers and happy travels!
Per user mikesaidyes:

Entry Requirements - Testing Rules, Documents, Timeline

(FOR Visitors and NOT for Korean citizens or long term residents with ARC)
The Singapore embassy has the most up to date info, better than the American consulates.https://overseas.mofa.go.ksg-en/brd/m_2435/
**The Singapore Embassy link has documents with Testing FAQ, how to use K-ETA and Q-CODE. Look at it and download the PDFs.**
  1. K-ETA for visa free entry: Follow the directions exactly - bureaucracy loves rules. Do as they say and don't take any shortcuts with pictures, etc. This is no longer required for some countries.
  2. Pre-Departure test NO LONGER REQUIRED.
  3. Q-CODE Passenger Locator Form https://cov19ent.kdca.go.kcpassportal/ . This is optional and can be filled as a paper form upon arrival.
  4. ARRIVAL TEST is no longer required post Oct 1.
  5. KOREA DOES NOT REQUIRE DEPARTURE TESTING. The departure testing requirements are set by the country you are going to, NOT Korea.
  6. Masks are required no longer required on public transit.
  7. No entry log, vaccine pass, nothing to enter when you go in anywhere. No curfews or gathering size restrictions.
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2023.06.02 01:00 TaediumVitae27 Two months of validating my strategy: +3261.68% gain

Two months of validating my strategy: +3261.68% gain
Note: Validating strategy means this is paper trading.
Be my guest with the usual "it means nothing if it's not real". I'll remain a firm believer that people who claim that validating a strategy via paper trading is useless and means nothing, are the exact people who make less that 10% of real traders profitable and then wonder on this sub why they're not profitable themselves. . .
Basic info can be found in my previous posts. I've posted results after first month and also a discussion about the rather big gains, percentage-wise. I'm posting some numbers of the month of May and also the conclusion of two months of trading. There are all the important ones (avg. win, avg. loss, win rate, expactancy, biggest win and loss, equity curve,...) for anyone with some actual input wondering.
The insane gain
I'll briefly address why/how I gained over +3260% (2k -> 67.2k).
No, I was not gambling. I was taught that rule no. 1 is to always preserve your capital and rule no. 2 is to follow rule no. 1. In my previous recap post (for month April), I mentioned there was a big dose of luck and coincidence playing together at the start, also I was successfully scalping the earnings of giants. And then it was just compounding due to my money management strategy
The that is the main reason why the gain is not as unbelievable as it might appear - the money management strategy I use. I described it in detail here .
So the huge gain is the result of two things:
1.) My Money Management strategy offers a geometric growth of capital and one hell of a geometric growth ride this was...
2.) I was not in a drawdown so the strategy could accelerate the growth at the maximum level. It's at this point where coincidence and perhaps luck as well came into play and it humbles the overwhelming result - it's not possible to trade long-term without experiencing a drawdown. And I'm aware of that. Then, the result will be much more reality-like, as my strategy suffers in a drawdown quite a bit (explained in my post about it).
Thoughts and Plans
Overall, I'm happy with how things are going so far. First two months had quite good results, statistically-wise. I don't care about overall percentage gain (as long as it's positive). I care about average win, average loss, win rate - these three combined in expactancy; and equity curve. As long as my equity curve and expectancy remain positive, I'll be feeling good and confident in my strategies and overall trading.
For plans, I still need to work on emotions and psychology, especially on FOMO. I'm glad I addressed the main problems I have in this field, analysed them and are working on them.
Today, with start of a new month, I reseted my account back to $2000 and I will try to confirm the validity of my strategies again (not by percentage gain!). I changed set-up of my money management strategy a bit (starting straight away with 2 MNQ contracts and not only 1 contract), so I'm curious what will happen in the following weeks. If this second attempt of paper trading will confirm the statistics I've been getting so far, I will go for live trading.
Any input and comments about the topic are welcome and well appreciated. Good luck with your trading journey everyone!
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2023.06.02 01:00 RandomaUser I don't know if this is the right place to ask this but..

So I have this crush on an enfp girl (that I've asked her about her personality type a while ago), I've managed to talk to her a few times last month and we even have similar interests and we've been getting along well.
But the thing is, it's always me who initiates a conversation with her, asking her how she did on her exams, and just checking in on her in general. She always replies enthusiastically and is talkative so I'm just really confused if she is just being nice to me or if I can hope for something more.
I don't mind taking the initiative, but I don't want to seem annoying or needy, so I'm kinda hesitant to be the one taking the initiative, but at the same time I don't want to wait for too long for her to initiate, fearing she might just not and lose interest overtime.
What would you fellow ISFJs do in this situation? I would appreciate your opinion and thank you very much!
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2023.06.02 00:59 JoshAsdvgi THE FOUR BROTHERS


Alone and apart from their tribe dwelt four orphan brothers.
They had erected a very comfortable hut, although the materials used were only willows, hay, birch bark, and adobe mud.
After the completion of their hut, the oldest brother laid out the different kinds of work to be done by the four of them.
He and the second and third brothers were to do all the hunting, and the youngest brother was to do the house work, cook the meals, and keep plenty of wood on hand at all times.
As his older brothers would leave for their hunting very early every morning, and would not return till late at night, the little fellow always found plenty of spare time to gather into little piles fine dry wood for their winter use.
Thus the four brothers lived happily for a long time.
One day while out gathering and piling up wood, the boy heard a rustling in the leaves and looking around he saw a young woman standing in the cherry bushes, smiling at him.
"Who are you, and where did you come from?" asked the boy, in surprise.
"I am an orphan girl and have no relatives living.
I came from the village west of here.
I learned from rabbit that there were four orphan brothers living here all alone, and that the youngest was keeping house for his older brothers, so I thought I would come over and see if I couldn't have them adopt me as their sister, so that I might keep house for them, as I am very poor and have no relations, neither have I a home."
She looked so pitiful and sad that the boy thought to himself, "I will take her home with me, poor girl, no matter what my brothers think or say."
Then he said to her: "Come on, tanke (sister).
You may go home with me; I am sure my older brothers will be glad to have you for our sister."
When they arrived at the hut, the girl hustled about and cooked up a fine hot supper, and when the brothers returned they were surprised to see a girl sitting by the fire in their hut. After they had entered the youngest brother got up and walked outside, and a short time after the oldest brother followed him out.
"Who is that girl, and where did she come from?" he asked his brother.
Whereupon the brother told him the whole story.
Upon hearing this the oldest brother felt very sorry for the poor orphan girl and going back into the hut he spoke to the girl, saying: "Sister, you are an orphan, the same as we; you have no relatives, no home.
We will be your brothers, and our poor hut shall be your home.
Henceforth call us brothers, and you will be our sister."
"Oh, how happy I am now that you take me as your sister.
I will be to you all as though we were of the same father and mother," said the girl.
And true to her word, she looked after everything of her brothers and kept the house in such fine shape that the brothers blessed the day that she came to their poor little hut.
She always had an extra buckskin suit and two pairs of moccasins hanging at the head of each one's bed.
Buffalo, deer, antelope, bear, wolf, wildcat, mountain lion and beaver skins she tanned by the dozen, and piled nicely in one corner of the hut.
When the Indians have walked a great distance and are very tired, they have great faith in painting their feet, claiming that paint eases the pain and rests their feet.
After their return from a long day's journey, when they would be lying down resting, the sister would get her paint and mix it with the deer tallow and rub the paint on her brother's feet, painting them up to their ankles.
The gentle touch of her hands, and the soothing qualities of the tallow and paint soon put them into a deep, dreamless steep.
Many such kind actions on her part won the hearts of the brothers, and never was a full blood sister loved more than was this poor orphan girl, who had been taken as their adopted sister.
In the morning when they arose, the sister always combed their long black silken scalp locks and painted the circle around the scalp lock a bright vermillion.
When the hunters would return with a goodly supply of beef, the sister would hurry and relieve them of their packs, hanging each one high enough from the ground so the prowling dogs and coyotes could not reach them.
The hunters each had a post on which to hang his bow and flint head arrows.
(Good hunters never laid their arrows on the ground, as it was considered unlucky to the hunter who let his arrows touch the earth after they had been out of the quiver).
They were all perfectly happy, until one day the older brother surprised them all by saying: "We have a plentiful supply of meat on hand at present to last us for a week or so.
I am going for a visit to the village west of us, so you boys all stay at home and help sister. Also gather as much wood as you can and I will be back again in four days.
On my return we will resume our hunting and commence getting our year's supply of meat."
He left the next morning, and the last they saw of him was while he stood at the top of the long range of hills west of their home.
Four days had come and gone and no sign of the oldest brother.
"I am afraid that our brother has met with some accident," said the sister.
"I am afraid so, too," said the next oldest. "
I must go and search for him; he may be in some trouble where a little help would get him out."
The second brother followed the direction his brother had taken, and when he came to the top of the long range of hills he sat down and gazed long and steadily down into the long valley with a beautiful creek winding through it.
Across the valley was a long plain stretching for miles beyond and finally ending at the foot of another range of hills, the counterpart of the one upon which he sat.
After noting the different landmarks carefully, he arose and slowly started down the slope and soon came to the creek he had seen from the top of the range.
Great was his surprise on arriving at the creek to find what a difference there was in the appearance of it from the range and where he stood.
From the range it appeared to be a quiet, harmless, laughing stream.
Now he saw it to be a muddy, boiling, bubbling torrent, with high perpendicular banks.
For a long time he stood, thinking which way to go, up or down stream.
He had just decided to go down stream, when, on chancing to look up, he noticed a thin column of smoke slowly ascending from a little knoll.
He approached the place cautiously and noticed a door placed into the creek bank on the opposite side of the stream.
As he stood looking at the door, wondering who could be living in a place like that, it suddenly opened and a very old appearing woman came out and stood looking around her. Soon she spied the young man, and said to him: "My grandchild, where did you come from and whither are you bound?"
The young man answered: "I came from east of this ridge and am in search of my oldest brother, who came over in this direction five days ago and who has not yet returned."
"Your brother stopped here and ate his dinner with me, and then left, traveling towards the west," said the old witch, for such she was. "
Now, grandson, come across on that little log bridge up the stream there and have your dinner with me.
I have it all cooked now and just stepped outside to see if there might not be some hungry traveler about, whom I could invite in to eat dinner with me."
The young man went up the stream a little distance and found a couple of small logs which had been placed across the stream to serve as a bridge.
He crossed over and went down to the old woman's dugout hut.
"Come in grandson, and eat. I know you must be hungry."
The young man sat down and ate a real hearty meal.
On finishing he arose and said: "Grandmother, I thank you for your meal and kindness to me.
I would stay and visit with you awhile, as I know it must be very lonely here for you, but I am very anxious to find my brother, so I must be going.
On my return I will stop with my brother and we will pay you a little visit."
"Very well, grandson, but before you go, I wish you would do me a little favor.
Your brother did it for me before he left, and cured me, but it has come back on me again.
I am subject to very severe pains along the left side of my backbone, all the way from my shoulder blade down to where my ribs attach to my backbone, and the only way I get any relief from the pain is to have some one kick me along the side."
(She was a witch, and concealed in her robe a long sharp steel spike. It was placed so that the last kick they would give her, their foot would hit the spike and they would instantly drop off into a swoon, as if dead.)
"If I won't hurt you too much, grandmother, I certainly will be glad to do it for you," said the young man, little thinking he would be the one to get hurt.
"No, grandson, don't be afraid of hurting me; the harder you kick the longer the pain stays away."
She laid down on the floor and rolled over on to her right side, so he could get a good chance to kick the left side where she said the pain was located.
As he moved back to give the first kick, he glanced along the floor and he noticed a long object wrapped in a blanket, lying against the opposite wall.
He thought it looked strange and was going to stop and investigate, but just then the witch cried out as if in pain.
"Hurry up, grandson, I am going to die if you don't hurry and start in kicking."
" I can investigate after I get through with her," thought he, so he started in kicking and every kick he would give her she would cry: "Harder, kick harder."
He had to kick seven times before he would get to the end of the pain, so he let out as hard as he could drive, and when he came to the last kick he hit the spike, and driving it through his foot, fell down in a dead swoon, and was rolled up in a blanket by the witch and placed beside his brother at the opposite side of the room.
When the second brother failed to return, the third went in search of the two missing ones. He fared no better than the second one, as he met the old witch who served him in a similar manner as she had his two brothers.
"Ha! Ha!" she laughed, when she caught the third, "I have only one more of them to catch, and when I get them I will keep them all here a year, and then I will turn them into horses and sell them back to their sister.
I hate her, for I was going to try and keep house for them and marry the oldest one, but she got ahead of me and became their sister, so now I will get my revenge on her.
Next year she will be riding and driving her brothers and she won't know it."
When the third brother failed to return, the sister cried and begged the last one not to venture out in search of them.
But go he must, and go he did, only to do as his three brothers had done.
Now the poor sister was nearly distracted.
Day and night she wandered over hills and through woods in hopes she might find or hear of some trace of them.
Her wanderings were in vain.
The hawks had not seen them after they had crossed the little stream.
The wolves and coyotes told her that they had seen nothing of her brothers out on the broad plains, and she had given them up for dead.
One day, as she was sitting by the little stream that flowed past their hut, throwing pebbles into the water and wondering what she should do, she picked up a pure white pebble, smooth and round, and after looking at it for a long time, threw it into the water.
No sooner had it hit the water than she saw it grow larger.
She took it out and looked at it and threw it in again.
This time it had assumed the form of a baby.
She took it out and threw it in the third time and the form took life and began to cry: "Ina, ina" (mother, mother).
She took the baby home and fed it soup, and it being an unnatural baby, quickly grew up to a good sized boy.
At the end of three months he was a good big, stout youth.
One day he said: "Mother, why are you living here alone? To whom do all these fine clothes and moccasins belong?" She then told him the story of her lost brothers.
"Oh, I know now where they are.
You make me lots of arrows.
I am going to find my uncles." She tried to dissuade him from going, but he was determined and said: "My father sent me to you so that I could find my uncles for you, and nothing can harm me, because I am stone and my name is "Stone Boy."
The mother, seeing that he was determined to go, made a whole quiver full of arrows for him, and off he started.
When he came to the old witch's hut, she was nowhere to be seen, so he pushed the door in and entered.
The witch was busily engaged cooking dinner.
"Why, my dear grandchild, you are just in time for dinner.
Sit down and we will eat before you continue your journey."
Stone boy sat down and ate dinner with the old witch.
She watched him very closely, but when she would be drinking her soup he would glance hastily around the room.
Finally he saw the four bundles on the opposite side of the room, and he guessed at once that there lay his four uncles.
When he had finished eating he took out his little pipe and filled it with "kini-kinic," and commenced to smoke, wondering how the old woman had managed to fool his smart uncles.
He couldn't study it out, so when he had finished his smoke he arose to pretend to go. When the old woman saw him preparing to leave, she said: "Grandson, will you kick me on the left side of my backbone.
I am nearly dead with pain and if you kick me good and hard it will cure me."
"All right, grandma," said the boy.
The old witch lay down on the floor and the boy started in to kick.
At the first kick he barely touched her.
"Kick as hard as you can, grandson; don't be afraid you will hurt me, because you can't." With that Stone Boy let drive and broke two ribs.
She commenced to yell and beg him to stop, but he kept on kicking until he had kicked both sides of her ribs loose from the backbone.
Then he jumped on her backbone and broke it and killed the old witch.
He built a big fire outside and dragged her body to it, and threw her into the fire.
Thus ended the old woman who was going to turn his uncles into horses.
Next he cut willows and stuck them into the ground in a circle.
The tops he pulled together, making a wickieup.
He then took the old woman's robes and blankets and covered the wickieup so that no air could get inside.
He then gathered sage brush and covered the floor with a good thick bed of sage; got nice round stones and got them red hot in the fire, and placed them in the wickieup and proceeded to carry his uncles out of the hut and lay them down on the soft bed of sage. Having completed carrying and depositing them around the pile of rocks, he got a bucket of water and poured it on the hot rocks, which caused a great vapor in the little wickie-up.
He waited a little while and then listened and heard some breathing inside, so he got another bucket and poured that on also.
After awhile he could hear noises inside as though some one were moving about.
He went again and got the third bucket and after he had poured that on the rocks, one of the men inside said:
"Whoever you are, good friend, don't bring us to life only to scald us to death again."
Stone boy then said: "Are all of you alive?" "Yes," said the voice. "Well, come out," said the boy.
And with that he threw off the robes and blankets, and a great cloud of vapor arose and settled around the top of the highest peak on the long range, and from that did Smoky Range derive its name.
The uncles, when they heard who the boy was, were very happy, and they all returned together to the anxiously waiting sister.
As soon as they got home, the brothers worked hard to gather enough wood to last them all winter.
Game they could get at all times of the year, but the heavy fall of snow covered most of the dry wood and also made it very difficult to drag wood through the deep snow.
So they took advantage of the nice fall weather and by the time the snow commenced falling they had enough wood gathered to last them throughout the winter.
After the snow fell a party of boys swiftly coasted down the big hill west of the brothers' hut.
The Stone boy used to stand and watch them for hours at a time.
His youngest uncle said: "Why don't you go up and coast with them?"
The boy said: "They may be afraid of me, but I guess I will try once, anyway."
So the next morning when the crowd came coasting, Stone boy started for the hill.
When he had nearly reached the bottom of the coasting hill all of the boys ran off excepting two little fellows who had a large coaster painted in different colors and had little bells tied around the edges, so when the coaster was in motion the bells made a cheerful tinkling sound.
As Stone boy started up the hill the two little fellows started down and went past him as though shot from a hickory bow.
When they got to the end of their slide, they got off and started back up the hill.
It being pretty steep, Stone boy waited for them, so as to lend a hand to pull the big coaster up the hill.
As the two little fellows came up with him he knew at once that they were twins, as they looked so much alike that the only way one could be distinguished from the other was by the scarfs they wore.
One wore red, the other black.
He at once offered to help them drag their coaster to the top of the hill.
When they got to the top the twins offered their coaster to him to try a ride.
At first he refused, but they insisted on his taking it, as they said they would sooner rest until he came back.
So he got on the coaster and flew down the hill, only he was such an expert he made a zigzag course going down and also jumped the coaster off a bank about four feet high, which none of the other coasters dared to tackle.
Being very heavy, however, he nearly smashed the coaster.
Upon seeing this wonderful jump, and the zigzag course he had taken going down, the twins went wild with excitement and decided that they would have him take them down when he got back.
So upon his arrival at the starting point, they both asked him at once to give them the pleasure of the same kind of a ride he had taken.
He refused, saying: "We will break your coaster.
I alone nearly smashed it, and if we all get on and make the same kind of a jump, I am afraid you will have to go home without your coaster."
"Well, take us down anyway, and if we break it our father will make us another one."
So he finally consented.
When they were all seated ready to start, he told them that when the coaster made the jump they must look straight ahead.
"By no means look down, because if you do we will go over the cut bank and land in a heap at the bottom of the gulch."
They said they would obey what he said, so off they started swifter than ever, on account of the extra weight, and so swiftly did the sleigh glide over the packed, frozen snow, that it nearly took the twins' breath away.
Like an arrow they approached the jump.
The twins began to get a little nervous. "Sit steady and look straight ahead," yelled Stone boy.
The twin next to Stone boy, who was steering behind, sat upright and looked far ahead, but the one in front crouched down and looked into the coulee.
Of course, Stone boy, being behind, fell on top of the twins, and being so heavy, killed both of them instantly, crushing them to a jelly.
The rest of the boys, seeing what had happened, hastened to the edge of the bank, and looking down, saw the twins laying dead, and Stone boy himself knocked senseless, lying quite a little distance from the twins.
The boys, thinking that all three were killed, and that Stone boy had purposely steered the sleigh over the bank in such a way that it would tip and kill the twins, returned to the village with this report.
Now, these twins were the sons of the head chief of the Buffalo Nation.
So at once the chief and his scouts went over to the hill to see if the boys had told the truth.
When they arrived at the bank they saw the twins lying dead, but where was Stone boy? They looked high and low through the gulch, but not a sign of him could they find.
Tenderly they picked up the dead twins and carried them home, then held a big council and put away the bodies of the dead in Buffalo custom.
A few days after this the uncles were returning from a long journey.
When they drew near their home they noticed large droves of buffalo gathered on their side of the range.
Hardly any buffalo ever ranged on this east side of the range before, and the brothers thought it strange that so many should so suddenly appear there now.
When they arrived at home their sister told them what had happened to the chief's twins, as her son had told her the whole story upon his arrival at home after the accident.
"Well, probably all the buffalo we saw were here for the council and funeral," said the older brother.
"But where is my nephew?" (Stone boy) he asked his sister.
"He said he had noticed a great many buffalo around lately and he was going to learn, if possible, what their object was," said the sister. "Well, we will wait until his return."
When Stone boy left on his trip that morning, before the return of his uncles, he was determined to ascertain what might be the meaning of so many buffalo so near the home of himself and uncles.
He approached several bunches of young buffalo, but upon seeing him approaching they would scamper over the hills.
Thus he wandered from bunch to bunch, scattering them all.
Finally he grew tired of their cowardice and started for home.
When he had come to within a half mile or so of home he saw an old shaggy buffalo standing by a large boulder, rubbing on it first one horn and then the other.
On coming up close to him, the boy saw that the bull was so old he could hardly see, and his horns so blunt that he could have rubbed them for a year on that boulder and not sharpened them so as to hurt anyone.
"What are you doing here, grandfather?" asked the boy.
"I am sharpening my horns for the war," said the bull.
"What war?" asked the boy.
"Haven't you heard," said the old bull, who was so near sighted he did not recognize Stone boy.
"The chief's twins were killed by Stone boy, who ran them over a cut bank purposely, and the chief has ordered all of his buffalo to gather here, and when they arrive we are going to kill Stone boy and his mother and his uncles."
"Is that so? When is the war to commence?"
"In five days from now we will march upon the uncles and trample and gore them all to death."
"Well, grandfather, I thank you for your information, and in return will do you a favor that will save you so much hard work on your blunt horns."
So saying he drew a long arrow from his quiver and strung his bow, attached the arrow to the string and drew the arrow half way back.
The old bull, not seeing what was going on, and half expecting some kind of assistance in his horn sharpening process, stood perfectly still.
Thus spoke Stone boy:
"Grandfather, you are too old to join in a war now, and besides if you got mixed up in that big war party you might step in a hole or stumble and fall and be trampled to death.
That would be a horrible death, so I will save you all that suffering by just giving you this.
" At this word he pulled the arrow back to the flint head and let it fly.
True to his aim, the arrow went in behind the old bull's foreleg, and with such force was it sent that it went clear through the bull and stuck into a tree two hundred feet away.
Walking over to the tree, he pulled out his arrow.
Coolly straightening his arrow between his teeth and sighting it for accuracy, he shoved it back into the quiver with its brothers, exclaiming:
"I guess, grandpa, you won't need to sharpen your horns for Stone boy and his uncles."
Upon his arrival home he told his uncles to get to work building three stockades with ditches between and make the ditches wide and deep so they will hold plenty of buffalo.
"The fourth fence I will build myself," he said.
The brothers got to work early and worked until very late at night.
They built three corrals and dug three ditches around the hut, and it took them three days to complete the work. Stone boy hadn't done a thing towards building his fence yet, and there were only two days more left before the charge of the buffalo would commence.
Still the boy didn't seem to bother himself about the fence.
Instead he had his mother continually cutting arrow sticks, and as fast as she could bring them he would shape them, feather and head them.
So by the time his uncles had their fences and corrals finished he had a thousand arrows finished for each of his uncles.
The last two days they had to wait, the uncles joined him and they finished several thousand more arrows.
The evening before the fifth day he told his uncles to put up four posts, so they could use them as seats from which to shoot.
While they were doing this, Stone boy went out to scout and see how things looked.
At daylight he came hurriedly in saying, "You had better get to the first corral; they are coming."
"You haven't built your fence, nephew." Whereupon Stone boy said: "I will build it in time; don't worry, uncle."
The dust on the hillsides rose as great clouds of smoke from a forest fire.
Soon the leaders of the charge came in sight, and upon seeing the timber stockade they gave forth a great snort or roar that fairly shook the earth.
Thousands upon thousands of mad buffalo charged upon the little fort.
The leaders hit the first stockade and it soon gave way.
The maddened buffalo pushed forward by the thousands behind them; plunged forward, only to fall into the first ditch and be trampled to death by those behind them.
The brothers were not slow in using their arrows, and many a noble beast went down before their deadly aim with a little flint pointed arrow buried deep in his heart.
The second stockade stood their charge a little longer than did the first, but finally this gave way, and the leaders pushed on through, only to fall into the second ditch and meet a similar fate to those in the first.
The brothers commenced to look anxiously towards their nephew, as there was only one more stockade left, and the second ditch was nearly bridged over with dead buffalo, with the now thrice maddened buffalo attacking the last stockade more furiously than before, as they could see the little hut through the openings in the corral.
"Come in, uncles," shouted Stone boy.
They obeyed him, and stepping to the center he said: "Watch me build my fence."
Suiting the words, he took from his belt an arrow with a white stone fastened to the point and fastening it to his bow, he shot it high in the air. Straight up into the air it went, for two or three thousand feet, then seemed to stop suddenly and turned with point down and descended as swiftly as it had ascended.
Upon striking the ground a high stone wall arose, enclosing the hut and all who were inside. Just then the buffalo broke the last stockade only to fill the last ditch up again.
In vain did the leaders butt the stone wall.
They hurt themselves, broke their horns and mashed their snouts, but could not even scar the wall.
The uncles and Stone boy in the meantime rained arrows of death into their ranks.
When the buffalo chief saw what they had to contend with, he ordered the fight off.
The crier or herald sang out: "Come away, come away, Stone boy and his uncles will kill all of us."
So the buffalo withdrew, leaving over two thousand of their dead and wounded on the field, only to be skinned and put away for the feasts of Stone boy and his uncles, who lived to be great chiefs of their own tribe,
and whose many relations soon joined them on the banks of Stone Boy Creek.
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2023.06.02 00:59 Wonderland-Diary I Need Help, is my Husband a Psycopath or a Moron ? Hes playing the Weaponized Incompetence card to death

He's Very intelligent, cunning and witty. A intellect I haven't seen outside of Mensa. A thoughtful compassionate person with Superman Syndrome; just too much heart.
Yet when it comes to certain details hes a complete psychopath or idiot.
Its seriously killing me as his antics caused a BP of 240/170
Its stuff like me carefully writing out a List to get stuff I need if I'm sick at a Store we went to 300 times( on average 3 times a week for 2 years= 112 Weeks ( two years) ×3( visits per week to store)
He comes back hours later with almost nothing I asked for saying he didn't know where things were or if the store sold them. Dispite we bought the same items for years. it's when I pulled my leg out of socket.
Or acting strange like not remembering what major health issues I have. Or trying to punch a 80 year old cancer patient with a heart condition because she threatened me after getting she got a concussion. He was there for everything from cancer to the heart attack and assault where she hit her head. He claims he didn't know.
His most famous shtick is not knowing how to use a microwave or make coffee. Hes used the same 4 microwaves ( between work and home) and claims he doesn't know how because hes never used it before ( a Lie )
The Coffee machine is a bigger one then he originally had, same make just bigger. Claims he didn't know how to do anything.
Now just yesterday I had a really ugly fight with him.
I have a very strange and highly unusual health condition involving Body Dysmorphia( my Teeth) He was there helping me get over my delusions * to finding out I actually wasn't delusional about my teeth and that I do need them removed * super long story short my Immune system doesn't recognize my teeth and this issue caused an auto immune disorder. In layman's terms im Allergic to my teeth due to a Bone Deformity.
He knows just how serious this is, and I told him everything from my hopes and my fears. What's needed and other things Yet yesterday I tell him im scared to get more Teeth Removed due to a " Reverse" Charlie-Algernon syndrome* I been experiencing. Hes Seen it happen 5 times. Yet he acted like he didn't know what I was talking about yesterday. No compassion or empathy. * The Teeth caused a condition that kept my brain subdued from toxic liver issues. As a result each time they been pulled I has my IQ increase( I was below 80 now 160) , my agility and balance increased dramatically ( teeth killed the inner ear balance due to ICP* Inter Cranial Pressure ) and my Tumors disappeared ( Drs later said the teeth caused tumors since my body was trying to eat it self) Hes Seen this all and yet he honestly says he didn't notice.
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2023.06.02 00:59 theflowerchild16 I [23/F] want to break up with my [25/M] boyfriend who lives with me.

To start off, we have been together for seven years now. We started dating when I was 16 and he was 18. For two years now we have basically just been falling out of love.
We haven't been physically intimate all year and sexual intimacy is nonexistant for about 2/3 years now.
Back in January I broke a boundary and cuddled with my guy best friend just because it had been so long without any intimacy I enjoyed how it felt to be in someone else's arms again. That started us towards a downward spiral and I decided I wanted to break up then. Things got really heated and I said things like "you don't deserve someone like me who's gonna do that to you, you can do better than me, etc." He wanted to try and work things out so I did.
I talked to him about my needs in a relationship and how I felt they weren't being met. He said he didn't understand how, saying he literally does everything I ask and thinks of me all the time. I gave up and just settled because most of my relationships have been toxic and this is the first "healthy" relationship I've had.
So now, 6 months later, I've had enough. Nothing has changed, we've worked towards nothing, I've tried all I can to make things work and it's not. I'm slowly falling out of love.
The only dilemma is he lives with me and I don't know that he has anywhere to go. He might have his dad to go live with but honestly I don't know.
He doesn't know I'm planning on breaking up with him. How do I go about this the right way without deeply upsetting or hurting him?
TL;DR: I want to break up with my boyfriend of 7 years because the love isn't there anymore but we live together and I don't think he has another living situation. How do I go about this?
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