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2023.05.28 15:40 visitingsomorn Can you get paid in UK without paying rent?

Hi all :) I am working in UK and my rental contract will end in September. I am planning to remote work for 5 months abroad (employer is totally fine). Hence, I don't want to extend the contract and pay the rent of an empty place for months. I also don't want to ask my employer about this. Does any one happen to know.. Do I need a proof of address to continue to get paid?/Can you get paid in UK without paying rent? If yes, can you please suggest any less costful (and legal) alternatives?
Thank you!
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2023.05.28 15:34 Valachio List of Public Libraries in Shanghai and which ones are good/bad?

Hi all. Canadian-Chinese just moved to Shanghai, hopefully for a long time (depending on how quickly I manage to get temp rezzy permit).
I'm looking to rent a place for ~3 months that's beside a public library because I need a good "coworking office" and coffeeshops don't do it for me because they're too loud.
I'm currently living at a hotel beside the main Shanghai library (name is literally 上海图书馆) but I know there are many other public libraries in shanghai.
I need help finding a list of all the public libraries in Shanghai. I thought it would be easy to find but I just spent like 20 minutes looking it up on baidu and can't find a complete list of them.
Also I would love to know which ones are good and bad. The main library is quite good and I like it. The main downside of this area is that it doesn't really have anything cool around it.
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2023.05.28 15:24 Kind_Ad4466 AITA for cutting off my friend bcs she’s a lazy ass pick me or am I the toxic one?

I, 24 female have a friend let’s call her Vivian. Vivian and I became friends in our sophomore year of college. She was a sweet friend at first, a little too exaggerated on her reactions like when she sees something that she finds pretty, she would squeal and slap your arm multiple times. Which I found funny at first but it got annoying later on. Anyway, after the pandemic we became roommates in our senior year for like a month, but during that month I was getting a vibe from her, like she would ask my boyfriend to pick up her laundry and do things for her like he’s her personal assistant but I didn’t say anything and my boyfriend didn’t complain to me too so I chose to keep quiet. I moved out of that apartment after a month due to a disagreement with the landlord, Vivian couldn’t afford to move out yet but I was adamant and found a new apartment just 3 days after deciding to move out and I’ve also found a new roommate (whom I loved) but she stated that she will be renting for just a month and Vivian wanted to take her place, but my roommate decided to stay until graduation, Vivian and our other friend would get together once a week and Vivian would always ask me, “When’s your roommate moving out? i thought she was just renting for a month?” 3 months after graduating, we needed to review for our upcoming licensure exams, my mom’s best friend offered me a room in their house in the city so I didn’t have to pay rent anymore and I only have to pay for electricity and water which is cheaper. Knowing Vivian couldn’t afford a place of her own, and me being a good friend, I asked my mom if Vivian could come and we could share the room since I didn’t mind sharing a room for 3 months. My mom’s bfriend said it was no problem and so we moved in. This is where I realized I didn’t like her. Vivian is a lazy ass bitch. I would cook our meals, refill the drinking water, and the butane that we were using for cooking and also clean the bathroom. It would take up a lot of my personal study time. But I was still getting high scores in our practice exams in the end of every subject lectures and I just knew that that pisses her off. There’s this one time, in january we were studying for a practice test, and as usual I was the one preparing the meals and she was studying all day. She gets break between meals that I prepared. It’s infuriating just thinking about it. Anyways, when the scores came out, Vivian got 10 points lower than my score and she kept bragging about on our way home saying, “I got a high score even though I didn’t finish studying.” Like— bitch I DIDNT FINISH STUDYING BECAUSE I WAS THE ONE PREPARING THE FUCKING FOOD SO YOU WONT STARVE WHILE STUDYING. Urrrrg. She would also say comments like, “I’m so relieved that I have a mom with me” she calls me her “mom” because I fucking cook for her and do shit for her! she’s also such a pick me, like when I dress up and put make up on she would be like “you are such a girl, you’re so lucky you know how to do make up bcs I don’t know how” Wtf. Anyway, when I had enough I confronted her and say if she could please help in doing chores. You know what she said to me? “Thank you for telling me, I’m sometimes too insensitive about these things.” Like bitch, you call me a mom bcs I cook for you? You can’t sense that something is wrong about that? I’m your fucking friend not your mom. Wtf. Anyway, after that confrontation she tried to make up for it, we took turns in terms of cooking but I’m just really exhausted having to take care of people and people apparently just expect me to take care of them! I vented to my boyfriend about this when I decided to cut her off after taking the licensure exam. And the relief in his face, he started venting too. He says he felt uncomfortable when she would take a picture of him post it in her ig stories making it look like they were a couple. (She’s been doing it alot and I just kept quiet, I’m not a jealous type but that felt weird), also he didn’t like it that she would order him around like a servant, so I apologized to my boyfriend and we decided to cut her off. So Am I the Asshole?
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2023.05.28 15:20 Pisidan I'm s failure in life

My life the last year had been hell. I've been fighting mental health issues most of my life but it's the worse it's ever been. I've tried to take my life 3 times all unsuccessful. I'm such a failure I can't even kill myself. It started in August. My wife left me, Because of my mental health she was the main money maker n in on disability. I slept in my car for a week until I found a room to rent since I don't get enough for my own place and it all goes down hill. My kids stop talking to me n block me on every thing n I have no idea why. I have physical disabilities that make it hard to work on top of the mental but I'm trying. I'm in physical pain always humid n wet days make it so much worse. I eat seldom because most of the money I get goes to rent. I have no family, no friends nothing. I'm beyond poor, lost my car most of the possessions no future outlooks except my disabilities getting worse and have been told eventually I'll lose the use of my legs and my hands are starting. I grew up poor and struggled to get out of it. I finally did than all these ailments happened but it's ok because I have a loving spouse who I supported for decades. Now after she is set up n great job she leaves me. I have never felt such betrayal n hopelessness. I'm right back to where I was as a teen poor n no future. I failed as a husband, a father my career and I've lost everything. I'm even a failure at suicide. I just wish I could go to sleep n not wake up.. I'm looking into maid but knowing my luck I won't get approved. I just want all this suffering to end. I have no purpose anymore. I just exist n it's not enough
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2023.05.28 15:20 AlyStar123 I saved $1m and would like to buy a house in cash. How much should I spend?

Hello all, I reached my coast fire number of $1m. It’s grown to $1.3m since then. I have recently decided I would like to buy a house as I’m sick of renting and dealing with property managers, the uncertainty that comes with renting specially recently as rents continue to increase an vacancy rates are extremely low. I strongly believe now it now makes sense for me to buy - I don’t think I was ready to commit before but I recently had a change of heart.
I’m planning on buying a property outright in cash. What % of my net worth would you recommend I spend on a property so to get a decent asset that will hopefully maintain with inflation (and fingers crossed even grow in value) but also to ensure it’s a nice decent place but not too extravagant or something that can be financially stressful.
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2023.05.28 15:19 Kind_Ad4466 AITA for cutting off my friend bcs she’s a lazy ass pick me or am I the toxic one?

I, 24 female have a friend let’s call her Vivian. Vivian and I became friends in our sophomore year of college. She was a sweet friend at first, a little too exaggerated on her reactions like when she sees something that she finds pretty, she would squeal and slap your arm multiple times. Which I found funny at first but it got annoying later on. Anyway, after the pandemic we became roommates in our senior year for like a month, but during that month I was getting a vibe from her, like she would ask my boyfriend to pick up her laundry and do things for her like he’s her personal assistant but I didn’t say anything and my boyfriend didn’t complain to me too so I chose to keep quiet. I moved out of that apartment after a month due to a disagreement with the landlord, Vivian couldn’t afford to move out yet but I was adamant and found a new apartment just 3 days after deciding to move out and I’ve also found a new roommate (whom I loved) but she stated that she will be renting for just a month and Vivian wanted to take her place, but my roommate decided to stay until graduation, Vivian and our other friend would get together once a week and Vivian would always ask me, “When’s your roommate moving out? i thought she was just renting for a month?” 3 months after graduating, we needed to review for our upcoming licensure exams, my mom’s best friend offered me a room in their house in the city so I didn’t have to pay rent anymore and I only have to pay for electricity and water which is cheaper. Knowing Vivian couldn’t afford a place of her own, and me being a good friend, I asked my mom if Vivian could come and we could share the room since I didn’t mind sharing a room for 3 months. My mom’s bfriend said it was no problem and so we moved in. This is where I realized I didn’t like her. Vivian is a lazy ass bitch. I would cook our meals, refill the drinking water, and the butane that we were using for cooking and also clean the bathroom. It would take up a lot of my personal study time. But I was still getting high scores in our practice exams in the end of every subject lectures and I just knew that that pisses her off. There’s this one time, in january we were studying for a practice test, and as usual I was the one preparing the meals and she was studying all day. She gets break between meals that I prepared. It’s infuriating just thinking about it. Anyways, when the scores came out, Vivian got 10 points lower than my score and she kept bragging about on our way home saying, “I got a high score even though I didn’t finish studying.” Like— bitch I DIDNT FINISH STUDYING BECAUSE I WAS THE ONE PREPARING THE FUCKING FOOD SO YOU WONT STARVE WHILE STUDYING. Urrrrg. She would also say comments like, “I’m so relieved that I have a mom with me” she calls me her “mom” because I fucking cook for her and do shit for her! she’s also such a pick me, like when I dress up and put make up on she would be like “you are such a girl, you’re so lucky you know how to do make up bcs I don’t know how” Wtf. Anyway, when I had enough I confronted her and say if she could please help in doing chores. You know what she said to me? “Thank you for telling me, I’m sometimes too insensitive about these things.” Like bitch, you call me a mom bcs I cook for you? You can’t sense that something is wrong about that? I’m your fucking friend not your mom. Wtf. Anyway, after that confrontation she tried to make up for it, we took turns in terms of cooking but I’m just really exhausted having to take care of people and people apparently just expect me to take care of them! I vented to my boyfriend about this when I decided to cut her off after taking the licensure exam. And the relief in his face, he started venting too. He says he felt uncomfortable when she would take a picture of him post it in her ig stories making it look like they were a couple. (She’s been doing it alot and I just kept quiet, I’m not a jealous type but that felt weird), also he didn’t like it that she would order him around like a servant, so I apologized to my boyfriend and we decided to cut her off. So Am I the Asshole?
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2023.05.28 15:18 AlyStar123 Reached coast FI. Want to buy a PPOR with cash. How much should I spend

Hello all, I reached my coast fire number of $1m. It’s grown to $1.3m since then. I have recently decided I would like to buy a house as I’m sick of renting and dealing with property managers, the uncertainty that comes with renting specially recently as rents continue to increase an vacancy rates are extremely low. I strongly believe now it now makes sense for me to buy - I don’t think I was ready to commit before but I recently had a change of heart.
I’m planning on buying a property outright in cash. What % of my net worth would you recommend I spend on a property so to get a decent asset that will hopefully maintain with inflation (and fingers crossed even grow in value) but also to ensure it’s a nice decent place but not too extravagant or something that can be financially stressful.
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2023.05.28 15:13 LTC_user Not sure if this is correct sub but any insight is appreciated.

A family member has had a car insurance claim void and has had to foot the bill of over £70k.
They wanted 2k a month to settle this in 3 years but they cannot afford this, instead they are going to offer 100 a month.
They are not paying rent and been living with us as a favour for quite a while now but need to get their own place.
Their plan is to show the insurance company they can only afford 100 as they will need the rest of their spare money in the future for rent and bills.
Any ideas if this is feasible, as if they take all their disposable income they will be trapped with us unless we kick them out?
Also worried as the address where the debt has been sent is our home and do not want bad credit, or debt collection ppl coming here or anything else affecting our credit or us.
We are located in England
Any insight or advice is welcome.
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2023.05.28 15:10 Master_Intention518 Does my ex gf’s dad have a leg to stand on with regard to ‘alleged’ unpaid rent?

I lived with my (now ex) gf (Jen) in her dads (Steve) house for about a year, he worked away so we barely saw him, but were paying £600 p/m in rent and covering the bills ourselves, despite never having a tenancy agreement or anything in writing, definitely nothing signed by me.
I chose to move out to follow a better career prospect however owed £600 in unpaid rent at the point of leaving, I did tell Steve that I had every intention to pay it, just needed to get settled into the new job first.
There has been drama, Jen and I broke up for good and now I don’t particularly feel like paying the debt. I am well aware that it’s immoral and I can live with that, I just want to know if I can get away with it…
fake names for obvious reasons
Edit: The above all took place in England
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2023.05.28 15:08 mollyweasleyswand [Breeds] recommendations for our family please

1) Will this be your first dog? If not, what experience do you have owning/training dogs? * No. Have pretty much always had a dog. Have done basic obedience training. Nothing fancy. 2) Do you have a preference for rescuing a dog vs. going through a [reputable breeder]( http://ownresponsibly.blogspot.com/2011/07/identifying-reputable-breeder.html)? * We have a preference for a pup. We are unlikely to get a pup as a rescue, so will likely need to go through a reputable breeder. 3) Describe your ideal dog. * Good tempered with kids, cuddly, friendly, quiet and a bit lazy, low maintenance. Easy to train and will be obedient to all adult and children human family members. 4) What breeds or types of dogs are you interested in and why? * Most important to us is a dog that will be happy with what our family has to offer. We don't mind what that is. 5) What sorts of things would you like to train your dog to do? * sit, stay, walk on a lead, good recall, eat on command. Nothing fancy. Basic obedience. 6) Do you want to compete with your dog in a sport (e.g. agility, obedience, rally) or use your dog for a form of work (e.g. hunting, herding, livestock guarding)? If so, how much experience do you have with this work/sport? * No. **Care Commitments** 7) How long do you want to devote to training, playing with, or otherwise interacting with your dog each day? * Training and actively playing, 30 mins some days. A couple of hours on others. Depends on the day. Chilling and hanging out, most of the day (except for a couple of days per week when noone is home). E.g. would love it to cuddle up in my lap or on my feet amd snooze when I am working from home. 8) How long can you exercise your dog each day, on average? What sorts of exercise are you planning to give your dog regularly and does that include using a dog park? * Walking (not running) with humans. Can incorporate some off leash running for the dog while the humans walk for sniffing of good smells or ball chasing. Wouldn't go to dog park regularly, but might sometimes. Likely to encounter other dogs while exercising. Realistically, some days we may only manage a short walk. 9) How much regular brushing are you willing to do? Are you open to trimming hair, cleaning ears, or doing other grooming at home? If not, would you be willing to pay a professional to do it regularly? * Prefer a dog that needs minimal grooming. **Personal Preferences** 10) What size dog are you looking for? * Small or medium with a preference for medium. Potentially could consider larger if it was quite placid. 11) How much shedding, barking, and slobber can you handle? * Prefer not too much of any of those. 12) How important is being able to let your dog off-leash in an unfenced area? * Important but not essential. We have some nice places we walk where our old dog would enjoy being off leash to have a bit of an explore and a sniff. We would like our new dog to enjoy this too. Additionally, there are physical limitations on the humans running, so it's better if the dog can be trained to go off leash (I.e. good recall) so that it can have a run. **Dog Personality and Behavior** 13) Do you want a snuggly dog or one that prefers some personal space? * Snuggly 14) Would you prefer a dog that wants to do its own thing or one that’s more eager-to-please? * We want a dog that wants to hang with the humans but also won't be anxious when left home alone. We aren't the most amazing trainers, so one that is easy to train and happy to be obedient would be great. 15) How would you prefer your dog to respond to someone knocking on the door or entering your yard? How would you prefer your dog to greet strangers or visitors? * We do not want an aggressive dog at all. We would like the dog not to jump on visitors in excitement either. 16) Are you willing to manage a dog that is aggressive to other dogs? * No. 17) Are there any other behaviors you can’t deal with or want to avoid? * Excessive barking, jumping on people, or aggression would be very difficult for certain members of our family. **Lifestyle** 18) How often and how long will the dog be left alone? * up to two days per week for a full work day 19) What are the dog-related preferences of other people in the house and what will be their involvement in caring for the dog? * This will be a family dog, so the thoughts of the whole family are reflected in all of the questions. 20) Do you have other pets or are you planning on having other pets? What breed or type of animal are they? * We have a cat. She likes to lie nearby, but not cuddle. She also likes to swipe living beings as they pass. She's a bit flighty. We cannot have a breed that will harm the cat. 21) Will the dog be interacting with children regularly? * Yes, the dog will live with several children aged later primary schooland up. This includes a child with dog anxiety and also a very rambunctious child. 22) Do you rent or plan to rent in the future? If applicable, what breed or weight restrictions are on your current lease? * No. We live in our own home and there are no restrictions. We have a big fenced yard. 23) What city or country do you live in and are you aware of any laws banning certain breeds? * There are no dog breed restrictions where we live. 24) What is the average temperature of a typical summer and winter day where you live? * Average high in summer is 29 degrees average low in winter is 0 degrees. Note, temperatures are in Celsius. We have heating and cooling. **Additional Information and Questions** 25) Please provide any additional information you feel may be relevant. * a funny/entertaining dog would be a nice bonus, but not essential. 26) Feel free to ask any questions below. 
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2023.05.28 15:07 YukiteruAmano92 There Will Be Scritches Pt.97

Previous Next First


---Lhamo’s perspective---
---2680 Terran Calenda33 years BF---
I streak through the skies of Gangsri Gsar at a multiple of the speed of sound, looking down on the snow capped mountains that give the planet it’s name.
The setting sun is to my right and the creeping darkness of night to my left.
It’s so utterly freeing to have the yoke of my craft in my hands and an endless sky to fly through!
I can’t imagine having to go everywhere by safe, AI driven capsules!
This tiny craft and the lessons to pilot it are the best investment I ever made!
Of course, had I not had more valuable skills, that training almost certainly would have had me conscripted to the Fighter Force.
Apologies to whatever poor sod took my place!
The nav is trying to send me on a detour around the Sisters, A Lcag and ’Og Ma, 15km and 12km tall, respectively.
I look at the gap between them and at the 90 second detour my screen is instructing.
Cute…” I smirk, as I plough straight forward at full speed.
The sheer rock face of A Lcag passes less than 200m on my right and ’Og Ma the same on my left.
10% of a yak racing track might sound like a lot but it really isn’t when you’re traveling this fast!
Passing out the other side of the Sisters, the ocean comes into view and, with it, so does one of the very few sea level cities on this planet.
Most places where the mountains meet the sea, they plunge straight into it with nowhere to build.
Here, the alluvial plain, deposited by the same river as runs through the heart of Lhasa Gsar, allows for the existence of the city of Chuchen Zhingkha.
I reduce my speed significantly.
I hail my destination “This is private craft Dzha10759Ka82, requesting permission to land, transmitting clearance code now.”
“Stand by… You are clear to land, private craft Dzha10759Ka82.”
I begin my descent, hovering down as I line myself up with the landingpad that my HUD is highlighting for me.
I set down and immediately see the irritated bodylanguage and expressions of the nearest pair of MPs.
I ready my holo as I swing open the door of my tiny personal craft.
Miss…!” says the closer one, angrily, as he approaches, his open faced helmet showing me his scowling face “…I don’t care who you are, you’ve got to clear that pad, right now! We’re expecting…!”
“Dr Lhamo ‘Crane’ Yeshe, special consultant to the UTC Intelligence Service Office of Lhasa Gsar…” I say, casually turning my screen around to show him my ID app.
He’s stunned into silence for a moment before he checks my screen.
“…Am I not who you were expecting?” I smile with an (I feel) not unjustified quantity of smugness.
“I… was expecting someone… older… looking…” he says, adding that last word after apparently checking my age and finding that I am, in fact, 35 and just so babyfaced I regularly still need to prove my age when purchasing alcohol!
“Yes, well, regardless of what you were expecting, would you care to show me inside?… It’s chilly out here, in spite of the low elevation!”
The pair turn, without apologising, and begin walking toward the nearest building.
I follow.
As we approach, a man who looks very out of place on a military barracks emerges from the door and, spotting me, makes a beeline.
“Dr Yeshe, I presume?… Formerly professor of theoretical xenopsychology at Lhasa Gsar University?” asks the weedy European man in accented English.
“I am. Though, I think we can dispense with the word ‘theoretical’, these days(!)” I smile, extending my hand and speaking in English.
He takes my hand and shakes it as he says “Dr Otto ‘Alpenstock’ Kleinfeld, a pleasure to meet you! Thank you so much for making the journey!”
“Thank you for the flattering assessment of me as the best person on world for the task…” I smile “…Please… lead on, Dr Kleinfeld.”
The little man leads me inside. The MPs (thankfully) do not follow.
“So… you have read the brief?” he asks.
“Enemy pilot, seems to have stolen a fighter craft and flown it hear to surrender to us. Has a device, inferred to be a personal holo, that can translate his language into English but can’t manage Tibetan. Says he has information on the current position of a GU fleet that he’s willing to trade to us on the condition that we neutralise it with minimal casualties. When asked his reasoning, he answered that the Admiral was knowingly on his way to engage with a dreadnought blockade… which he regards to be a suicide mission. He believes he can give us the information necessary to take the fleet by surprise and surrender it with minimal loss of life. You want me to assess whether he thinks he’s telling the truth, whether he might have been fooled into thinking he’s telling the truth and what it might be worth promising him for the information he claims to have. That about the size of it?”
“Yes… very good.” chuckles the man, nervously, as he pulls out his holo “I just have a checklist to run down with you before you can undergo decontamination… Have you had symptoms of illness any time in the last six weeks?”
I smile “I think I can save some time there, Doc… tell me the author of that checklist, would you? Should be down at the bottom… fine print…”
The man frowns but scrolls down and squints.
The penny drops as he says “Dr L ‘C’ Yeshe… et al…” and looks up at me, a little defeatedly.
“Shall we assume I wouldn’t have bothered making the journey if I were to answer negatively any of the things I should answer positively, or vice versa… on the list that I was the lead author of?” I ask, trying and failing not to sound patronising.
He slumps before answering “I suppose I’ll just fill this out for you myself then… We’re here…”
He directs me through a door, into a darkened room.
To my left is the backside of a one way mirror.
Tentatively, I walk toward it, bringing into view the xeno defector.
The first thing that strikes me… is just how enormous he is!
I’m 175cm but that guy’s as tall as me, sitting down!
Some quick mental maths tells me that he’s got to be more than 2.5 metres, standing!
The next thing I realise is the fact that he has no nose… where it should be is instead just a smooth, flat patch of pale, purple-blue skin.
The longer I look at him the more uncanninesses I find in his appearance; one too many fingers on each hand and thumbs on the wrong side, eyes too large and a vivid orange colour with no pupils that I can see, ears the wrong shape, limb proportions slightly off, body too slim…
And… yet… despite all that…
Kinda hooot…(!)
Certainly no pinnacle of masculinity (in any way besides his imposing stature) but handsome none the less!
The kind of handsome you could see being cast as the love interest in a 24th Century scifi romance film(!)
He’d be the prince of a space kingdom, son of an eeeeevil space king, who unwillingly goes along with his father’s dastardly plans until meeting the beautiful Human heroine, in the second act, who causes him to have a change of heart, in the third(!)
Maybe I should take up screenwriting, after the War(!)
Of course, I know better than almost anyone not to share even a fraction of my little daydream with the room at large, having helped write the book on xeno interrogation procedure!
“Alright then… shall we start…?”
---Ngngomg’s perspective---
One of the Terrans enters what I infer to be the decontamination chamber, adjoining this room.
She raises her arms above her head and is sprayed with a liquid substance, following which the chamber is illuminated by harsh, bright light.
She stands in the sterilising rays for what seems like a dangerous amount of time before the internal door finally opens.
“Heh lother. Itsnaiss tu miitchu, Wii Ngkoman Der Ngngomg, mai neimz Lhamo.” she says.
If I didn’t already know what she was, I could walk past the woman in the hallway of a space station and think nothing of her except, maybe, to notice that she’s rather pretty… in spite of that strange, prominent sense organ in the middle of her face(!)
The language she speaks is what I recognise as her kind’s lingua franca and not the other one that I’ve heard, since landing, with a completely different cadence and tonality.
Apparently, the Terran's have thousands of languages… though, I don’t believe that personally.
Probably, they have thousands of dialects of a few dozen unique languages! That seems more realistic to me.
My assessment of what she spoke to me is proven correct when my holo is able to translate it into ngGollogng for me.
“Greetings. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, [untranslatable rank: ‘Wing Commander’. Meaning: one who orders and is obeyed while flying] Ngngomg, my name is Lhamo.”
Irritatedly, I correct her “Ngngomg is my personal name, you will address me by my tribe name, Ong!”
She looks at my holo as it turns my words into her language.
When she seems to have understood, she closes her eyes and dips her head.
“Apologies, [Wing Commander] Ong… that is my mistake.”
I narrow my eyes at the woman as she sits on the far side of the wide table, the weighty *thud* of her body meeting the surface hinting at the powerful density of her body.
She’s… much more polite than I expected a deathworlder to be!
I truly expected to have to endure days of torture before they’d finally listen to me but… unless they consider being locked in an interrogation room for hours on end to be a form of torture (which isn’t out of the question, given how much they purportedly revile boredom), I’ve endured none!
The woman places her hands, palm down, on the table in front of her.
Her thumbs point inward, toward eachother!
She curls her mouth without baring her teeth and says “I would shake your hand, [Wing Commander], but it’s probably best if you and I don’t touch… Don’t worry about airborne microbes… this whole room acts like a fume hood… It’s extremely unlikely that anything I breathe out over here is going to make it over to where you are.”
I don’t answer.
“So… I understand you have some information you want to give us, [Wing Commander]?”
“I dont…” I scowl.
Seeming confused she looks to my face and says “You do not?”
Angrily, I stand, towering in comparison to the little deathworlder, and slam my palms down on the table “I don’t want to! I don’t want to be a defector!”
She raises her hands, defensively, but… not toward me
Her eyebrows are both raised, her eyes wide, her jaw set and her skin pale as she faces the mirror.
It takes me a few moments to realise that she must be worried that they’ll storm in here and subdue me, given my outburst.
I feel my attitude toward her soften… she wasn’t even slightly worried for herself!
True… she probably doesn’t actually need to worry for herself but… still!
Satisfied that she has conveyed her wordless message to the spectators, she returns her attention to me and says “Why not tell me, in your own words, what lead you to were you are right now?”
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2023.05.28 15:05 thatHunterMainguy At what point should I (26M) give up on my ex(24F)

Backstory - we were together for over a year (first real love of mine) , outlined a series of plans for the future and very much in love. We never really had any arguments but one thing that she was pushing for was for me to move in with her. Now I also help my mother out with rent and that was an issue for my ex. I told her I’d happily move in with her but until the tenancy is up I’ll still be contributing rent to my mother and hers when I move in. She felt that I had chosen my family over her and then arguments ensued.
We broke up for a month and then decided to try again, shortly afterwards she felt things were slipping back into the same pattern , she’d get frustrated with things I say and see it more as talk than action, which is why we broke up in the first place.
My actions are now reaching my words, I’ve got a new job lined up , I’m looking to move out come the end of the year and I’m doing a lot of self improvement (therapy has helped).
I’m still hung up on my ex because I feel we love eachother but are a victim of circumstances , I take ownership of most of those but I fail to understand why she wasn’t willing to compromise (like I had) or wait a little bit longer.
Current - after not speaking for a month I reached out to her. Just to explain my journey and how I want her to be a part of it. She spoke about herself and how she’s moving on and I don’t fit in her life anymore. I respect her decision and made a point to say so. She then messaged again much later on saying that me messaging her again is messing with her head. That wasn’t my intention in the slightest , I just wanted to voice what I want. I apologised and said so.
I guess what I’m trying to get at is, what would you do ? Respectfully I know I should give up and leave it be, I don’t wish to contact her or cause her anymore distress.
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2023.05.28 15:05 resurrective Chapter 17 – The trial of heart

The black domes, they were pocket dimensions, which were completely detached from the material world. Bound to the stream of souls, flowing inside the ephemeral branches of the world tree, they presented a personal hell for each person cast into them. They are a limbo of regrets, the hell of one’s own making, places where the living meets the dead.
There’s only so many ways to elope them. One must either reconcile with the restless souls, or join them, succumbing to their rage and regret that they carried into their afterlife. After all, to even get there, one must possess unparalleled strength and resilience; and only those who had caused deaths and destruction on their path to greatness can even hope to get to this trial.
Freia, Flare, the First princess of Jioral. For some – a good friend, lover, and companion. For others – a nightmare embodied, a vessel of divine powers, a force to be reckoned with. She had many enemies: princes and princesses felled by her authority, treacherous servants and greedy nobles, the knights, who opposed her corruption, slavers and bandits, destroyed on her quest for redemption and restoration of herself… But there were more. Children she had burned, serving her kingdom, women who perished by the tides she conjured, men that had been torn apart by raging tornados of her making, elderly that were buried under the rubble she created…
And how did she oppose them?
“Flagella terram et vescere inimicis meis, o magnum tempestas ignis!” The sorceress chanted, spinning her staff above her head. Then, right before the raging mob reached her, she hid from them behind a vortex of fire. One move and this wave of heat would incinerate everything and everyone in this accursed realm. But…
SUNNARI (die)!
Curses and jealousy, bitterness and hatred. The chorus of tortured souls surrounding the fiery boundary couldn’t be silenced even by the roaring flame. There couldn’t be any redemption.
“I’m sorry for all of you, who unjustly died by my hand!..” And even though there were people deserving their apologies, those who had to perish in favor of Flare’s political ambitions, those she sacrificed to appease her tyrannical father…
“But I won’t give in to you!” The pink-haired woman exclaimed, absorbing mana into her staff. “Furthermore, there’re those of you I will never regret killing! And there are those, for whom I must live! I MUST GET OUT OF THIS PLACE!!!” Then, she slammed the lower tip of her weapon into the floor made of the absolute darkness. Instead of wailing, being consumed by fear, guilt, self-loathing, and, ultimately, perishing, Freia sundered this entire “world”. One magical strike from her, and cracks of white and gold covered the entire dome. The wall of fire faded, but when the vengeful spirits rushed forward to maul their prey, they crumbled into piles of black salt. “I’m so… so sorry!” The girl lamented, kneeling near the remains of children, whose future she stole. “But I… I must move forward. I must save…”

Sparks and crackling, whistle and dazzling – time and time again the surge of lightning breached through the veil of darkness.
UO-O-O-O-O-O!!!” A guttural scream filled the oppressive silence under the dome. Eve Reese, so childish and bashful, so eager to prove herself, now wore a stone mask of indifference. “Nira-a-a (no-o-o)!!! Yuarmta (I won’t forgive you)!!!” Cornar yelled, held still by at least seven shadows, he had been tortured, killed, bruised, smitten by the raging element of lightning. No longer did the girl see him as a threat; no longer did she cower at the feet of her former husband. Maybe, Eve was condemned to getting back her memories as a means of punishment, something that would make her sympathize with this petty little tyrant…
Yuarm yau (I don’t need your forgiveness).” The Me-ua kahul spoke, looking at her crackling right arm, trembling with power and guilt combined. Not for forsaking her would-be-spouse, not for becoming Panakea’s pawn…
These souls, these loyal shadows – turned out, she never called upon them… until the very end. Her subjects, her brethren… Eve feared that if she let them out, they would tear her tyrannical husband into little pieces.
“Haa… Haa…” And now, she had to choose. To turn around and let someone else fix her problem, or… “Haa… HAA!!! HAA!!! HAA!!! SUNI (I’ll kill you)!!!
A Punch to the maw, to the chest, through the ribs, to the heart! He didn’t die! He couldn’t die here! This scumbag of a man, this monster just wouldn’t go away! No matter how much pain she caused him, no matter how many times she slit his throat, broke through his torso, shocked him with spells, cut him with magical light…
And what of Cornar?
A-A-A-A-A!!! A-A-AGH!!! HA-HA-HA-A!!! NA SHENBATA, SETOAN (you can’t get rid of me, woman)!!!” The son of Hakuo never relented. He relished in his immortality, laughed through the hellish torments Eve inflicted upon him. The skinned lion spotted a weakness in Eve’s heart, and he pressed at it, as if breaking the girl would get him back to the world of the living…
No, he wanted to take Eve to the world of dead.
“Gha-a-a-a… Agh-h-h…” The queen-to-be grabbed her forehead, her rugged breath not only siphoned all the focus out of her, threatening to cast the girl into a pit of despair, it also deteriorated her control over the mana she wielded. Unlike the city of salt, there was enough ambient magic to harvest here, but doing so would require skills, precision, and, most importantly, personal discipline and control over one’s own mind.
Praibi, orna Iblis (Drain yourself, my Iblis)!” The prince of Batnara shashu tribe provoked, feeling the grip of the shadows losing its strength. A little more, and he’d be free… A little more…
“Hm…” But Eve wouldn’t relent. She once again covered her arm in a coat of magical lightning. She would never surrender; the queen would never let anyone treat her like a slave ever again. Not after Keyaruga’s perseverance taught her a lesson of resilience. Not after his gentleness, however tainted by his wounds, showed her what true love should look like.
She took a swing, prepared to strike…
“…” But then, two winged shadows stopped her hand. Amda and Sana, they were barely recognizable in their spiritual forms… but Eve would never mistake her parents for anyone else. They couldn’t speak, yet they still communicated with their daughter through other means. Emotions, wishes, urges – they never wished such evil to befall their daughter, but what they hated even more – was to see their child descend into the same pit.
“I… I don’t… have to?..” They asked her to stop, to let them relieve her of that burden. “B-but!.. No! You will die!” The girl snarled, grabbing her parents in a hug. She knew what was to come – her mother, father – they wished to sacrifice themselves to drag Cornar back to the afterlife. But that… wouldn’t that mean she’d lose them all over again? Wouldn’t…
Yes! You’re dead! So what?! What do I?..” The feeling of pain and powerlessness engulfed the verdant woman. Barely had she found the strength to stand before her fallen tribe, before those who she desired to see the most now left her.
YOTJAR (finally)!!!” With Eve’s will getting weaker, so did the shadows of her ethereal court. Her tyrannical husband finally broke free, slamming and stomping her shadows, as they fruitlessly tried stopping him. Amda and Sana Reese hugged their child for the last time… and now they stood up to defend their precious daughter. That is… the least they could do.

Freia broke inside another dome. From the outside, they looked like bright constellations of stars, formed on the points of a massive, galactic-scaled pentagram. The personal chamber for each of the contenders. One was broken from the inside, collapsing inwards, into a black hole with an orange halo – this was Freia’s dome. There were four more. Two were dimmed, two still shone brightly. The Hero of Magic travelled through this empty space, lit by numerous distant stars. In her current form, things like speed, form, and time – none of them mattered, aside from her destination. And now, she had to choose one of the two luminous chambers.

What is true power? Does one determine this abstract concept by the weight one can lift with their muscles? Maybe it was the charisma necessary to lead the masses? Enough money to influence others? Authority earned or inherited?
“Well-well-well…” Whatever the answer truly was, Ellen had none of it right now. No strength to fight, no troops to hide behind, and certainly – those who opposed her now had little if any need of whatever amount of gold she now carried.
TANOUTUR (murderer)!
NEZAH (why)?!
MERA RIVARO (my life)!..
YAU MA (how dare you)!
Oh, they came for Norn. There were hundreds, if not thousands of them, some she could recall from her Murian and Teuteccain campaigns – the series of expansions past the great wall; others were the court warlords she and John unseated in her ascension; rebellious villagers too came to exact their revenge on the younger princess, after her demons decimated them; and there were the victims of Buranikka’s carnage. This was the mountain of corpses Norn Clatalissa Jioral used to climb onto the very peak of political power…
“Now then, what do you want from me? An apology? Maybe my penance?” Even now, surrounded by countless dead souls, whose entire being now revolved around their grudge, the girl wouldn’t let herself be crushed by their rage. Not mentally, at least.
MAN WOR YAKSI (give me your eyes)!
And so, hundreds of voices began howling in unison. So passionate, so eager to share their hardships and aspirations, that Ellen actually started pitying them a little. So many words, so much pain in them.
“Haa… I guess, that something like this was bound to happen someday. Well…” Instead of listening to the rest of the traumatizing nonsense and wailing, the crimson-headed cutie just began… to simply undress. “I don’t have the power to struggle, I can’t break out of here, and all of you came here for me. So go on. Rape me, maul me, kill me, do whatever you want. I’ve already done everything I wanted.” Ellen, now naked and completely defenseless, stretched out on the ethereal black floor, looking into the endless black void above her. The raging souls now came closer and closer, dozens of faces now loomed above her, as their hands reached out to grab the fallen warlady and tear her apart. This… was the end.
Keyaruga, Setsuna, sister… I hope you won’t miss me too much.
And so, she closed her eyes. Time to finally die.

There was no pain, nobody dragged the girl around, not even a single blow fell upon her. Ellen was… safe?
YOLA-A-A-A-A (it hu-u-u-urts)!!!
Slice and dicing, the ripping of flesh and clattered bones, “death” of a sort, dealt to the undying, torment for the tormented who themselves wished to inflict suffering upon her – someone kept the restless souls away from the princess. Someone precise, fast, and masterful with his tools of mayhem.
“Haa, is that you, Organ?” Ellen asked sullenly. Denied her excruciating retribution once more, she could only cover her tightly shut eyes with her palms.
“How did you know, Your Highness?” Indeed, it was him. As brutal as he was gallant, the deceased demigod was the only one out of these dead souls, who spoke to her, and not wailed at her like some sort of a beast.
“I know only two men, who’d come for me here, and the other isn’t so discreet, you moron.” The young general replied, opening her eyelids. The first thing she saw was the Champion of Jioral, covered in black blood. His prized amber eyes were no more, only black gaping holes were there instead. “Why’re you here? Do you want a piece of me for yourself?” The girl asked, still unwilling to stand up. Honestly, she felt robbed at this moment. This would be such a fitting end for her, but no! “Don’t tell me you’ve just barged in here to… Pff! PROTECT… me.” The second princess spat these words through her painfully clenched teeth.
“First things first, Lady Norn, I suggest you cover your shame and cease this indecency.” The warrior spoke, piercing and slashing the mob with his sword, impaling them with his hidden blade, tossing them back with his kicks. He was far from his prime form, and so, wounds and sores, cuts and lesions were left on him, as he, alone, overpowered dozens of raging men and women, keeping them away from the girl he swore to protect. Indeed… “Forgive me, princess, but I made a vow to your mother, and death is hardly a valid reason to…”
YAKS… (giv…) A-A-A-A!!!
“…to renounce my…”
DOKI-I-I (step away)!!!
“…loyalty to her!”
Despite everything, no matter the odds, Hawkeye continued to push back the angry spirits. He couldn’t dodge, as every missed blow could land on the lady, he couldn’t step back, as she needed protection more than any time in her life, and, certainly, sustained by this oppressive dimension, he couldn’t die. He couldn’t kill anyone, as they just rose anew from their own black blood, but the man couldn’t retreat.
“He-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh…” The princess chuckled, curling her torso in order to sit up. It hurt her stomach, but the girl persevered nonetheless. “Why am I always surrounded by stupid stubborn men, who just can’t help but dingle their balls before me? Seriously, a dead man, upholding a promise to a dead woman, how much more ridiculous can this get?” The girl scoffed, pulling back her panties, bra, and whatever she left lying around, back on. After all, why even bother now? “Be honest, idiot! What do you want from me?”
“I came here…”
Slash, backflip, tackle, toss – Organ Trist twirled around his commander, pushing back everyone, who came too close to his prized princess.
“…to ask you, Lady Norn!..”
Shoulder slam, side-kick, a flurry of bloodshed embodied in the son of Artemis!
“…to save my…”
Stabbing enemies with that hidden blade, crushing their skulls with the handle of his blade, ripping their eyes out and tossing them away – however useless this double-sided brutality may seem, Hawkeye had purpose, skill, and, most of all, conviction, that allowed him to push the mob away.
“…daughter! Save Marianna!”
After all, what can be stronger, than a father, eager to protect his dear child?
“And you think keeping me alive will help you with that? You, moron, this bloated pigeon trapped me here! I have only one way out – fucking death!” The second princess, now properly clothed again, yelled however loud she could. Unable to comprehend the reasoning behind this idiocy, the girl just stood there, pulling her crimson hair. “Also, you’re severely mistaken! I’m not Norn! Norn’s dead! My name is…”
“…Elly! Elly-y-y!!!” Barely had the princess opened her mouth; before the dome had been breached from the outside. The Hero of Magic emerged above the ground. She levitated, using magical blue flames; she secured her sister by forming a wall around her, a barricade made from powerful ice spears. The sorceress even went so far as to send one into the undead Champion, it was one he easily avoided, though. “Step away from my sister, Organ!!!” The raging magician demanded, pulling her sibling towards her with a gust of mystical wind.
Ghh! Oh, hey there, Friea!” The fallen warlady spoke, bracing herself against the dizziness her brief flight had caused. Still, this didn’t look good. The last time those two met, Hawkeye severely injured the pink-haired girl, and she just wouldn’t live through it again, unless two gods appeared to help her. This time, though, it was her turn to be a deity-savior.
“Get away! You’ve bested me once, but this time, I can crash this entire realm down onto your head!” The Hero of Magic promised, putting her staff between her sister and her enemy.
“Aw shit, this just gets better and better…” The little genius lamented, nervously shaking her head. Not only was her glorified suicide rudely interrupted, but now this situation threatened to kill her sister as well. Still…
“Elly, Elly… Ellen? Ellen the Adopted?” Despite Freia’s expectations, Organ Trist was more interested in the new name she called Norn, rather than anything else, really. He already had his fair share of battles, after all. “Ho-ho-o! I guess, in the end, you really did become the better version of yourself! And the ‘brother’ in question – is that sir Keyaru?” The blinded man asked with the same smugness he once boasted with in his grandiose life.
“What’s the point of answering you now? Aren’t we just traitors to you?” The heroine replied with every bit of animosity she had in her. “Hold on, Elly, I’ll get you out of here.” Freia stated, charging her staff with the magic that shaped this entire “world”.
“Heh, aren’t you afraid of what that damn poisoned pigeon might do to you for breaking her rules?” The crimson-haired cutie scoffed, witnessing the entire black dome covering with cracks.
“I don’t care about her rules! All I want is to see you safe!” The sorceress spoke with even more defiance toward Caladrius than Norn ever had in her. If needed, she would challenge this feathered nightmare to a duel, anything, just to save her family.
“I see…” Hawkeye uttered, kneeling before the two girls. All that time, rather than monitoring Freia’s moves, his supernatural senses were aimed outside, to make sure no restless souls cross the fence of magic ice. But now… “I see your eyes, Princess Flare, they’re just like hers. I’m sure; you’ll make Lady Reeharoze proud of you yet.” Now, before he once again departs to the other side, there was one last thing to tell them. First praise, then a claim… “Lady Ellen, I beg of you. The life of Marianna now lies in your hands.” …and finally a plea. With all that said, Organ Trist crumbled, his body turned into black salt. And with it, the entire realm began to collapse in itself…
“Hold tight, Elly…”

And now, there was only one dark dome left. Arguably, the worst of them all, this particular world was to be the prison for Keyaruga… or his cemetery. No doorways to run into, no windows to jump from. He was alone, trapped with hundreds of those who were slain by his hand. Those poor bastards – the restless souls, their minds were so obsessed with hatred, and their grudge – powered by the sheer immortality of their ethereal blackened bodies. This was hell in its purest form. The question is – a hell for who, exactly?
YE-E-E-E-E-EAH!!! IT’S HEALING TIME!!!” Keyaruga snarled and began splattering blood all over the place. Everyone who was touched by that substance became horribly mutated – their heads bloated, their muscles strained so much, they crushed their very bones! “WHAT’S WRONG?! KILL ME!!! KILL ME NOW!!!” The man demanded, dancing around his would-be tormentors with his blade, blessing his foes with the exquisite gift of perpetual agony! Saber in his right hand, Georgius on his left, one complementing another.
Despite what the lad asked, nobody could bring him down. His immortal flesh defied any blade, his bones healed in an instant, his mad frenzy alleviated any pain.
He thought he could kill his enemies for the second and final time, give them proper death in the most excruciating manner. He was wrong…
DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND ALL OVER AGA-A-A-A-AIN!!!” The hero yelled chopping off heads and severing limbs! He killed so many, he couldn’t even count the slayings! He murdered the same people over and over, each time their agony being more exquisite then the last!
Kill a man once, he won’t even notice, his rage will only rise! Kill him thrice – he’d waver! Five – and the seeds of fear are sown. Ten – and he’s broken completely!
Keyaruga just couldn’t help himself, he hated these scum so much, he just couldn’t contain all his passionate hatred. It was so strong, that the feeling of pure, raw, primordial wrath transcended every possible modification he had put into himself.
A-A-A-A-A!!! UGH-H-H-H-H!!!” A soldier was weeping, hugging his boot. “S-S-S-S-SPA-A-A-ARE ME-E-E!!!
YO-O-OU!!! I remember you!” The healer spoke, raising the cretin by his neck. “My first kill! You watched me being raped, drugged… BEATEN!!!” The man yawped, slicing off his upper face with one nimble slice. “AND YOU NEVER!!! EVER!!! EVER FUCKING HELPED ME!!!” The lad, tainted by black and red blood, slammed the sentry into the ‘floor’…
A-A-A-A-A!!! PLE-E-E-EASE!!!” …and gleefully sliced off his arms, ignited sparked his left armored hand into a gauntlet of blazing heat!..
GU-GHH-GUU!!! UA-A-A-A-A-A-A!!!” And finally, cauterized the wounds, just so that the retard wouldn’t die too soon.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!!!” The crazed avenger yelled, grabbing Leonard, so conveniently nearby, weeping. “YOU SAID, I’VE DONE NOTHING FOR THIS FUCKING KINGDOM?! I’LL SHOW YOU, WHAT I CAN DO NO-O-OW!!!
And so he did, the madman rested his two fingers on the sadist’s forehead. A second passed, and a purple spark had announced the richest form of suffering.
Oh… U-u… Uo-o-o-o-o-o… Khh…” Indeed, although it wasn’t as vocal as previous ones, Keyaruga was more than pleased with the result. He knew of a human having specific nerves, specifically for reacting to pain. And he just overloaded them. Toxic spiders, dangerous medusas, venomous snakes and scorpions – all of them could do that with their poisons. Hell, even Keyaruga could brew neurotoxins. But damn, this thing had one ultimate merit compared to all of those – the instant effect, so potent, in fact, that the victim can’t even cry out from the excruciating pain!
“He-e! That’s a neat trick.” The lad mumbled, approaching a maid, lying on the “floor” like an embryo. Flare’s bodyguard shivered and sucked her thumb, completely lost to this twisted world. Just one little touch… “Pam! You’re already dead!” Keyaruga sneered tapping his armored fingers by her temple.
Uh… Uh… Ugh… W… Wha-?.. A-A-A-A-A-A-AGH-H-H!!!” The woman grabbed her skull, but it was too late. All the blood, bile, and even marrow now came into her brain, bloating it, up until it burst in a fountain of black blood and shining entrails.
“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!! I FUCKING LOVE IT!!!” The deranged healer laughed so loud, and his presence was so overwhelming now, that nobody even dared to come close to him, let alone attack, unless they wished to become a victim of a new twisted experiment. Oh, their fear, this agonizing panic! They’re giving me a fucking boner! I wanna fuck! I want a woman! Oh, this! This will do nicely!
And so, Keyaruga dropped his saber, unfastened his belt, ripped the dress, slapped that ass which he had found, grabbed it, pushed it in! The woman with a blackened tail was slowly dying of blood loss, but that barely concerned the lad. He grabbed her pelvis and began to move, so fast, so frantic, and so mindless, that no one could see a human in him. No-o, this was a wild beast, slamming his bulging cock into the defenseless female, too tired to react, let alone resist somehow. She wasn’t even tight, just barely warm, but even that was enough. A few minutes of such suffering inflicted on her, and he came, this was a brilliant orgasm, deeply perverted, and twisted to the very core…
Oh, that’s the fucking best! I love it so much!
Keyaruga grabbed her hand, wiped his penis with it, pull back his pants, and…
I don’t remember her. I wonder, who that is.
He pushed the body, rolling it to the back.
“Ha-a-a… Hello again, Kailia…” The mad lad recognized her instantly. An agent, sent to find and assist Eve Reese in her quest, hired by someone named Carol. But that alone wouldn’t be enough to get Keyaruga to brutally rape her. “You’ve killed my Norn, but I spared you. Heh, after Kali left, I tasked you to ward off whoever they sent after my Eve, but… It seems like you’ve failed. Really, really sad.” The healer spoke, resting his left hand on her dying flesh, recovering it in an instant. And just like that… “Oh, fuck!” She nearly stabbed him with a knife. Gods only knew where she got it from… “Sit still.” But then, Keyaruga just pressed his finger on her forehead, and completely shut down her limbs functions. He pitied her… but could do nothing for this miserable leopard woman.
“Haa… Damn, it’s getting boring here.” The hero lamented, picking up his weapon of choice. At this point, he just put it back in its sheath. Only then did he spot a couple of new faces in the crowd of weeping bastards. “You there! You don’t look like you should be here. What’s… wait…”
STAY AWAY FROM ME, MONSTER!!!” The woman cried, she was weeping into her man’s now tainted shirt.
Heh! He-heh! No-no-no-o! Oh no-o-o!” Keyaruga frantically shook his head, unable to believe what he just saw. This was the worst. This… “Anna! Kurt! What… What’re you even doing here?! I… I avenged you! You shouldn’t have…” His parents were there, they stood among the thugs, slavers, robbers, bandits, zealots, murderers… But they… they weren’t one of them…
You killed us, traitor. You raped my wife, after everything she’s done for you. You’re disgusting little shit!” The mighty harvester told him, pointing his war-scythe at the hero. The only thing that held him at bay, though, was his spouse, loudly crying with black tears pouring from her eyes.
“Heh… You… really think I’d…”
No. But you’ve proven it.” Kurt spoke with the coldest possible rage in his voice. Keyaru’s cruelty couldn’t be doubted, after all. Not after everyone he maimed this day. “I don’t give a fuck, what the hell is wrong with you, but I’ll slice your guilty ass as many times as I need.” The older man spoke, pushing Anna aside. And then, he lunged.
Kurt struck as a true warrior – he was swift, accurate, precise – his war scythe – basically a reforged farming tool, grazed Keyaruga’s torso, cut his leg, he even stabbed his foster son through his chest. But… there was no blood.
“Calm down, you two.” The hero demanded, stoically taking hit after hit, like the heavy glaive-like blade was nothing. While Anna crumbled to her knees, lost in her weeping, Kurt wouldn’t stop attacking. “You can’t kill me, I’m immor-…” Barely did the lad say so; before his foster father grabbed the handle in a wide grip, and just swept his head off with one precise strike.
NO-O-O-O-O-O-O!!!” Strangely enough, despite all of the delusions his parents had about him, Anna just couldn’t stand seeing her child being killed so brutally. “A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A!!! WHY-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y?!!!” As Keyaru’s head rolled on the ground, the thugs, at least those who weren’t affected by any of hero’s inventive afflictions, started to get rallied again.
You had it coming, you ungrateful dipshit!” Kurt spat through tightly closed teeth. He couldn’t watch, couldn’t face what he had to do with his adopted prodigy. Even if he was a criminal. Even if…
“I really did…” But the bastards weren’t enjoying the show for too long. Right when the healer seemed to fall, a new body started to grow from his neck-stump, the clothes, the pouches, the weapons – everything turned into ash just to materialize again on the proudly standing conqueror of death itself.
What devilry is this?” Kurt’s reaction was understandable. A mix of fear, anger, and disgust, was all over his tainted face. In turn…
KEYARU-U-U-U!!!” Anna just dashed forward to hug her child. No matter, how disgustingly atrocious his resurrection was, without even looking at the beheaded body that now lied nearby, the woman just went ahead and embraced the lad. She… didn’t seem to be in her right mind, even for a dead soul.
“Anna, I… I…” The shivers began taking a hold of him. His hands, his knees – they trembled so much, this simple touch he though he lost forever, this… This was enough to make him cry. “I’m sorry… I’m so, so, so, so-o-o sorry!..
THAT YOU HAVE TO SEE ME DOING THIS!!!” Keyaruga yelled, grabbing Leonard by his wrist. Just a little pressure – and he dropped his sword, the weapon faded into nothingness. Then, the man pushed Anna back, punched his foe in the gut, and proudly showed his captive to his family. “Haa… He-heh! He-e-e… This… This is Leonard, Flare’s… right hand…” The hero spoke, this time trying to maintain his sanity, as his parents now cautiously looked at him. “I… I came from the future! I had to rewind time’s flow itself… Because Flare was evil, and he…” Then, the man put his hand onto the barely struggling imbecile, thus transforming him into Keyaru, the motionless child, whose entire mobility, except for breathing, was shut down for the ease of what he was about to do. “I killed Flare! And he took my guilt. Then…” Afterwards, the healer went ahead and summoned raging flames upon his free hand. Kurt and Anna watched motionlessly, as he placed the magic-shrouded palm onto his ‘own’ face, burned it, scourged the blackened flesh with the sorcery he ‘learned’ from Flare… “My trick was revealed, and he headed out to our village, looking just like me. The rest… you know the rest.”
And finally, Keyaruga dropped the motionless doll, unable even to cry out from the excruciating pain the Hero of Healing inflicted upon it. He then faced his parents, still shocked by such a display of merciless brutality, they couldn’t even properly reply, this entire spectacle of bloodshed, mayhem, rape, torture, demonstration of immortality, and now – proofs of metamorphosis – all of that left them utterly silent.
“Kurt, Anna… I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you… But I can’t let you, or any one of these fuckers keep me here! I… I have a family! Freia, Setsuna, Ellen, Eve – I so wanted you to meet them… But you can’t now. You… might not believe me, and I understand that.” The red-eyed lad uttered, as his posture slouched more and more, along with his fading bravery. “This is what it’s like to be a man! I must be strong! I have to be ruthless now, so that nobody would challenge me in the future!” The man added, now turning his back to his foster parents. He stood straight, he stretched his shoulders, took a deep breath, and… “LISTEN HERE, YOU FUCKING MONSTERS!!! WHAT YOU’VE FELT NOW IS BUT A TINY BIT OF WHAT I’LL DO TO YOU, ONCE I’M FUCKING DEAD!!! NOW YOU WILL GO INTO THE DEEPEST PITS OF HELL, AND WHEN YOU’RE THERE, PRAY I DON’T FUCKING DIE ANYTIME SOON!!! BECAUSE WHEN I FINALLY KICK THIS SHITTY BUCKET, I’LL FIND EACH OF YOU, AND WE’LL BE PLAYING FOR THE WHOLE OF ETERNITY!!! BUT WHY WAIT, WHEN WE CAN HAVE SOME FUN NOW, HU-U-U-UH?!!!
The speech was told, the impact made. His words were so zealous, so passionately intimidating, that the weeping fools now reached a whole new depth of despair.
KUUNDA (I’m so scared)!!!
And so, this entire crowd, this mob of immortal corpses, just ran away. Everyone, who could still stand on their feet, began fleeing in panic, trampling each other in the process. What they failed to notice, though, is that the dome is endless only for its main victim. Everyone else just came up against the invisible wall.
The Trial of Heart – its goal is twisted, to be certain. To pass it would mean releasing the dead souls from their grudge toward you. A saint would shift it to forgiveness, but the deranged avenger pumped so much fear in those criminals, that their hatred was replaced by the purest and most animalistic terror. Still, with the task done, the souls began to dissipate in a white light. They would finally be free…
REMEMBER!!! YOU’VE NOT SEEN THE LAST OF ME!!! WE’LL MEET AGAIN, YOU FUCKING SHITBAGS!!!” Unfortunately for them, though, Keyaruga’s long shadow still loomed above them all. And such, even in relief, the crowd continued to cry, to sob, to wail, to…
“Keya… ru…” But not all left because of dread. When the avenger turned around, his foster mother, crumbling into white flakes, stood on her tiptoes to give him a last kiss on the cheek. “You’ve grown… so much…”
And so, she faded. Kurt quickly followed, although it wasn’t forgiveness or benevolence that filled his raging soul. No, it was an impotent acceptance. He saw Keyaruga as a mirror, in which he saw himself, before he deserted the royal guard and found himself in Alban.
“Someday… you’ll follow my path…” And this was what the man spoke at last, dropping his war-scythe to the ethereal ground. With no souls to redeem in the most twisted of ways, the dome of blackness quickly turned insufferably bright.
The Trial of Heart had been passed.
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2023.05.28 15:03 Background_Yellow_12 Total Newbie here - pls help


I've rented my first domain, and I wan't to start making the pages as fast as possible. I've read quite a few reddit and generic posts about how to use Wordpress, but I still haven't found out how to do it correctly.

I'm trying to build my website according my figma design, which I've done prior to renting the domain and setting up wordpress. I thoght that Wordpress was going to be a bit like figma, but it really isn't, which is my fault for not checking it out prior to renting the domain.

So I've come to ask: Is it possible to anyhow make Wordpress look "like" figma (not in terms of blocks rather in the "design" of figmas page editing)? I just can't use the wordpress layouting and website design editor somehow, its weird for me that I cannot place blocks anywhere I wan't them to be...

It's probaly an irrelevant question, but I haven't found a solution after trying for a few days, not online nor offline, so I thought I'd ask here.

Sorry if this post is replicated like a thousand time and I just haven't found it yet,
sincerely Vale.
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2023.05.28 14:53 Fuzzy-Sorbet-48 I think my MIL might be trying to kill me?

Okay, so for context: My MIL(49F) stepped by a few weeks ago to have a cup of tea and I(24f) had made some fresh cookies. While there she asked me about my will (I have none) and what would happen to my appartment if I died (I am not dying or even sick). The thing is my BF(27m) of almost a year moved in with me in february. I own the appartment, and I alone pay the mortage. BF pays half the cos associated with living there (around 350$/m all inclusive) plus we have a joint account for food (200$/m/each). When he moved in, I asked that he did not make a deposit plus would not pay rent till he was out of his old lease. The reason being that I wanted him to have some savings in case we split up and he needs to rent a place. Anyway: I told my MIL that the appartment and the HUGE dept along with it would go to my parents in the case of my untimely demise. She was not happy with the answer and insisted we should make a will to benefit each other (he owns nothing, so really it would be to benefit him), so that her son wouldn't end up homeless if somethign happened to me. I in turn told her that in the unlikely case that I got hit by a bus, then that would be something he needed to sort out with my parents (they love him, there is no way it would be an issue). That was that and she left soon after. I didn't think too much of it at first because I am in lawschool and "what is the law on this?"-questions aren't out of the ordinary, until I realized: She wasn't asking what the law was. She knew damn well what the law was. She was asking if I had a will and implying I should make one in favor of her son. Since then, I have been a little paranoid if I am being honest. I keep "hearing" her in the discussions I have with my BF and I know he talks to her about everything. It has slowly started to drive me nuts, and I am reconcidering a lot of things all of a sudden: 1) I am making adjustments to my loan in seven months. I had concidered offering him to buy half of it, so we'd own it together, but now I am not sure that is a good idea... 2) We have been looking at houses and even one apartment together, that we could possibly afford after we both graduate this summer, but I think maybe purchasing something on my own might be a better idea... 3) We have talked about getting maried and "project baby" but all of a sudden I want to put everything on hold. The thing is: I will never be sure, will I? That he isn't faking all the love, I belive we have togethter...
Am I being completely unreasonable?
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2023.05.28 14:47 Wifey_of_pugs a sleepover that haunts me to my core.

At the time of the sleepover, it was me, and my best-friend, both age 7 or 8. We are both now 16 and 17, and haven’t talked about this incident since. We lived in Florida, about 15 minutes away from Tampa. It was one of our many sleepovers we had, and it was no different from others. We played with Barbie’s, watched movies, read books, until we couldn’t take it anymore and went to bed around 9 or 10. I turned off the lights and climbed up to my top bunk where both me and my friend were going to sleep. As I laid down, something immediately didn’t feel right. The house I lived in was relatively old, and our landlord sucked and never came to fix anything. Let alone, did he only care when our rent was due. Before getting in bed, I flipped on my fan, and had my mom turn the AC down. But as I got In bed, my fan was turned off, so was the AC. But I thought the power went out and didn’t think much of it. About 20 minutes go by and I can’t sleep, and I feel like I’m dying of heatstroke. I’m not sure if my friend is awake, so I say her name quietly. She responds immediately, saying “I can’t sleep. But it’s not because it’s hot”. I look over, and can barley see her but her silhouette. I look up at the ceiling and sigh, and say “what is it then?” She responds saying “it’s the man in the corner”. When I say I got chills, I got chills. I look over at her slowly, and the turn my head to look at the corner. I thought she was lying, because I didn’t see anything. I let out a breath of air I didn’t know I was holding in. I go to adjust my blanket, and that’s when I see him. A man, dark and tall, seeming to stare are both of us. I immediately grip my friends hand, and close my eyes hard. “We have to get my mom” I whispered, and I felt my friend nod. But we both laid there, unable to move. All of the sudden, I feel the movement of someone climbing up the latter and crawling slowly. The blankets moved with the movement, and I slowly opened my eyes, to watch the man slowly starting to crawl towards us. I was gasping for air and looked over to see my friend watching to, paralyzed from moving. I look back at the man, and can only see his outline, no features. I hold my friends hand right and say “scream when I tap you finger” I barley got out in a whisper. She slowly nodded, and as I watched the man slowly reach for my face, I tapped her hand and we both screamed bloody murder. My mom came running in, no later than 20 seconds, and turned on the light, and both me and my friend were holding each other crying. There was no trace of the man, and my mom checked all doors, saying they were locked and weren’t even touched. We both slept on the couch that night, watching Barbie movies, and holding each other tightly. To this day, I don’t know what it was, or who it was, but I will always remember the eery feeling of death being close to my face.
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2023.05.28 14:34 medu_nefer Lent books to a friend (and borrowed 1) but then the friendship ended. We'll see each other for the last time in two days. What do I do?

Sorry if this post is all over the place; it's my first time posting on reddit. I thought I might describe the whole relationship we had and what went down, in case it changed the etiquette. I'll put the beginning of the current situation and the actual issue in bold if someone wants to skip the massive backstory.
So, the thing is, I (now 24F) became really close friends with a girl (now 23F) from my grup at university 3 years ago. We were both good students, liked similar things, watched some of the same movies and shows, loved cats etc., so we quickly bonded. We became nearly inseparable, we studied together, shared all our notes, hung out after classes, I met her gf and spent time with them, and when they unfortunately broke up, I did everything I could to support my friend (and I was really really worried about her mental health, I got like 3 hours of sleep that first night between physically staying with her and then texting, I started inviting her to my family outings etc.), eventually (near the end of the friendship last year) I was even invited to spend a week at her house with her family and while I was there, I was also invited to her older sister's wedding that was happening about a month later (a lot of people started saying they wouldn't attend so the thought was that if I came, then at least some of the money wouldn't go to waste, I suppose).
While things started off great, they changed over time. Like I mentioned, she got that gf and I didn't have the time for dating and wasn't even particularly interested in the guys around me to begin with. She also got cats and then fostered kittens. So her life got busier while mine didn't, and I understood that. The workload of sharing notes started shifting to where I was doing increasingly more. But I was doing it mainly for myself anyway, so I saw no harm in sharing what I had.
But I'm not going to lie, it started getting more and more irritating. Sometimes we'd agree to split the questions between the two of us 50/50 and the day before the test she'd text me saying she wouldn't be able to do her part because she had had a migraine (I got that) and then she took her cats for a long walk, and also her new gf showed up at her place too (that I didn't get). By the time I finished the whole thing, she was asleep and read what I had prepared in the morning. Whatever.
Things started getting bad a year and a half ago, around the time of her sister's wedding. I live in the city where we study but she only rents a flat for the two semesters and goes home halfway across the country for any longer breaks. She was looking for a new place and I went to see one of the flats for her but ultimately, it fell through. Later, she found a place and decided to take it without sending me there to look at it - but she did ask me to get the keys from the owner. It happened the day before I was leaving for that wedding so I could take the keys with me. I agreed no problem but then she changed her mind, calling the whole thing off - only to change it again after a few hours. I told her it's okay but to please let me know earlier if we're ever in a similar situation again (I still had to pack, also it was quite some distance for me to travel so I lost about an hour on public transport, and ofc I had to buy myself tickets - but I didn't mention any of that). Which apparently was a wrong thing to say 'cause she got mad and started ignoring my text messages, including the ones where I asked what time I was supposed to meet the owner (I didn't have the lady's number). When she finally responded, she said she didn't know. Always one to placate others, I started politely asking her to please find out because I didn't want the owner to wait for me, blah blah blah. Eventually, we figured it out, I handled it and went back to preparing.
The wedding was a disaster in itself. It involved her absurdly creepy cousin who clearly had never spoken to a girl and after just 1 day was convinced we were in love and would be together. I understand she found my following her irritating but I didn't really know anyone else and I was freaked out by the cousin - and her egging him on didn't help xd One of the instances was when he kept openly staring at me (y'know how when you look at somebody and they look your way, you look away? well, he didn't) and I decided to kind of show him I wasn't there specifically as his plus one, so I asked my friend's plus one (he's gay and we had met a few times before) to go dance with me, and he was happy to go with me - but my friend said that no, he was there with her and I could go dance with the cousin. And when I finally snapped and glared at her and said firmly but quietly (so no one else could hear) to stop (she was laughing about how he and I should get a photo together for the wedding photobook), she got mad at me. Well, fine, it was just a few hours, I could sit at the table and endure the creepy staring, it's not like he'd try anything with everyone watching. My friend's plus one had a cold or something so I decided to leave with him. Apparently, she was upset that we left so early. The next day, she wasn't speaking to me until we had to leave for the afterparty and did some shopping together etc. But during the party she kept to her sister and her bff and I didn't want to cause any more trouble between us so I stayed on my own - until the cousin showed up. Now, I'm the type of person who freezes when in a sudden, stressful situations, and that's exactly what happened. He tried holding my hands, again stared at me, didn't realise my constant fiddling with my phone was an indication that I didn't want to spend time with him, and generally made this whole day miserable for me. I was so stressed out I couldn't even eat anything. In the evening, hours later, my friend realised what was happening and decided to drive me to her house early. Ofc he tagged along but she made sure to take him back with her. He kept texting me, saying he was going to go to the train station the next morning to see me off and that he would soon come to my city to visit me, and he could stay at my place while he was there. The next day, my friend's mom drove me to the station (my friend woke up too late to go), and once I was on the train, I blocked him. I also texted with my friend and found out that she, as well as her other cousins who sat at our table at the wedding, had approached the dude to tell him to stop but he ignored them. They eventually got his parents involved and that was why he wasn't at the train station. It made me feel much better about the whole thing, since she didn't abandon me like I thought she had. And again, I understand I was kinda a nuisance - a shy stranger at a family gathering.
After that, things were good for a while. But then, the classes started again and it was becoming stressful and taxing again. We have extracurricular classes we have to attend, and our group needed to prepare a short "article" on a topic we chose. I wrote the whole thing but asked the others to please read through it and let me know if they were okay with what I managed so I could send it to the teacher (they did). I also reached out to my friend and asked her specifically to let me know when she had a moment to read it because I valued her opinion a little bit more, since she would tell me if she didn't like something and the others wouldn't (it wasn't even 2 pages long), and she told me she would. Well, she never did, she started sending me memes and talking about the tests she re-took instead. So at the end of the day (the deadline), I asked her how her test went but because I was quite fed up, I didn't stop myself from adding, "thanks btw. next time, let me know you don't feel like doing something we agreed on so I won't have to wait unnecessarily". Should I have just ignored it and went on with my life? Yeah, sure. But I was angry and I don't think what I said was all that bad. Well, to her it was.
I had already noticed she didn't like any sort of critique of herself, even if it was something like us disagreeing on how to perform an experiment (the difference between us was that I had read the instruction). I suppose we both instinctively assume a bit more of a leadership role and sometimes we clashed because of that. She would get very defensive, and I suppose I did too. But in this particular instance, she clearly misunderstood me and an actual argument ensued. What I wanted to say was that I didn't like what our dynamic was, how I was doing so much and was held to those previous standards while she changed her mind whenever she felt like it, was much less reliable and I had to accommodate her almost all the time. But she seemed to think I was looking for gratitude for some reason? That's not what I care about at all; whenever I had some notes or excel sheets or whatever before the rest of the group, I always shared it on our group chat, and never expected thanks or anything. When I discuss a question that may be on a test with somebody, once I find the correct answer, I send it to them, even if it's days later, simply because they wanted to know at one point. I don't care about gratitude and in fact, it makes me uncomfortable. I want to have a good relationship with everyone and if my openness with sharing means that in the future when I need some help, I can go ask one of those people and they will willingly help me, that's an added bonus. Idk why my friend would ever think that but once I realised there was that misunderstanding, I tried to explain what I meant before trying to placate her.
She, however, was really mad, and said a bunch of really hurtful stuff. That, in turn, made me remind her of how she had treated me at the wedding (apparently I was still salty about her initially egging her cousin off), and that prompted her to say that she never wanted me at that wedding in the first place and that I inject myself wherever I can. Now, I never told this to anyone other than my very best friend, but I think I might be somewhere on the autism spectrum and I really don't know how to read between the lines. It's not clear to me what's appropriate and what isn't. So when her mother came up with the idea of me coming to the wedding, my friend's sister gave me an invitation and my friend encouraged me to go, I simply thought it would be okay for me to do so. Now I know to keep to myself and to turn down any offers unless they come from my closest friends and family. But once I got those texts, I got really hurt and was desperately trying to just end the argument, let her be mad at me for a while and we could go back to normal again.
Well, she was apparently done. She ended the friendship and blocked me. Honestly, while it made me realise just how lonely I am, it also did me some good, I think. I focused on myself, my own studying, and haven't had to retake a single test up to this day. She, on the other hand, had to retake almost all of them. Idk if it was just her being used to me doing so much for her or if something else came up in her life, and frankly, I don't care anymore. I wasn't going to go out of my way to antagonise her or anything, we just ignored each other. Eventually, we had to work together on some project and that led to us sometimes talking to each other during a chat with other people from our group. We say hi when we see each other. But nothing beyond that. She unblocked me (idk if she needed to do that in order for us to be able to create a group chat with a third girl for the project, or if she just randomly decided to undo it, don't care) but we don't text or talk when it's just the two of us. I realised that even if she wanted to make amends, I wouldn't want to be friends with her anyway. I got burned and I learned my lesson. Sometimes I feel like I was being used, sometimes - like I overreacted and was too self-centered. At one point, she saw me crocheting something for a colleague (I picked up crocheting fairly recently, she didn't know about it) and asked if I would make something for her (a specific project that she'd pay me for). I was a bit hesitant and mentioned it to my best friend and she told me not to ever do it. She said my ex-friend treated me the way she did but wanted to still gain from me. So I decided not to do it after all. If she wants it, she can learn or find somebody else.
Now. After some time, when I was still blocked by her, I realised she had two of my books, and I had one of hers. I have been struggling with what to do since then. They're my books and I want them back. I have read one of them and the other one suddenly disappeared from all bookstores here so I couldn't get it if I tried. I'm upset over the fact but at this point I'd rather buy them again than have to reach out to her. But on the other hand, I have that one book of hers - and it's supposedly her favourite.
Now, we're probably going to see each other for the last time for an exam on Tuesday. The next time would be at our graduation in March of 2024. So here's my question: do I bring her book on Tuesday without saying anything? Do I hand it to her and tell her to keep my books or give them away to a library? Or do I keep her book as a hostage in case she ever wants it back?
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2023.05.28 14:32 Typical-Breakfast758 Which areas around Birmingham are nice to live for a family?

I've heard that it has some nice areas and some not so nice areas, like every other city in the world. Which would be a nice place to rent for a family of three?
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2023.05.28 14:11 FreelancerIT URGENT: Sister harassed by in-laws, she's depressed, planning to get Divorce

Hi Folks,
This is getting serious at my sister's place. Need your help.
Last night the in-laws came at our place to 'sort' things out but instead left my sister here at home and intimidated us not to take here back in case she doesn't cooperate. They tried to fake a brawl by removing their own turbans and beating themselves and started shouting loudly to create a scene.
So here's the background:
The husband is not at all supportive to wife in major decisions. Since 3 years of marriage, he has been giving taunts to my sister that she has done the whole marriage in 3 Lakhs (3 Lakh mein shaadi krdi, jaa leja apne 3 Lakh aur nikalja yahaan se). Even while FIL being a gazetted officer and MIL being a school teacher (MIL), they expect my sister to do household chores - all while she is working from home with stressful jobs and earns enough to hire a full-time household with her medical conditions. Both my sister and husband are working from home IT professionals.
Some time back because of a quarrel, my sister came back at our place. She stayed for 1 Week, after which my father took an initiative to call her husband to sort things out. Husband came to our house and created a scene by saying that she doesn't contribute to home expenses. So the issue was my sister denied giving some money to her husband because he wanted to buy a new car. She realized over time that relationship the husband has kept with her has been materialistic and transactional. He counts every small expense and asks my sister to contribute. Recently he started demanding Rs. 50 for a pack of biscuits, because she has started liking those that her husband ordered for himself! He threatened to leave my sister at our place. Next time, something similar happened and my sister came home. She stayed here for 1.5 months and the ass did not do an effort to call her and get things fine. My father had to call his father and meet him and then take my sister to their house. They disrespected my father, shouted at him told 'what's is even your standard?" (Tumhari aukaat kya hai). My father had enough, told my sister to stay their, be strong and fight them.
An important Note: My sister has had 3 operations in last 1 year -
  1. Abortion because of Fistula Surgery
  2. Fistula Surgery
  3. Miscarriage Abortion (no heartbeat of the foetus)
Since then, the in-laws have been planning something. Husband started saying that my parents health is getting deplorable, they do not want to take stress of family issues and want me (him) out of this house. He started asking her to pack bags and move to a new house on rent. But she doesn't trust him and fears that he will leave her there and will go back to live with his parents leaving my sister completely on her own.
Their Concerns:
  1. My sister should respect her in-laws (she does already, touches feet till today)
  2. She should not believe in any other god. (My sister has faith in Guruji Bade Mandir wale)
  3. Give contribution to monthly expenses (does that already orders household stuff)
  4. Not have a maid (while the poor girl has had 2 miscarriages in last 1 year, makes food for herself and husband 3 times and also looks at household chores)
  5. Not 'lend' her ornaments to her mother which she did for one day (because my mother did not have anything to wear at a family visit) and my mother returned them back the very next day.
So, Last night, they came to our place to sort things out and did this brawl faking that we had beaten them. Left my sister here and refused to take her along. I threatened that "she will go with you, if not I will take her along". And that's where things went ugly where they removed their own turbans, started shouting very loudly.
What we did:
  1. As soon as they left the place, we went to the Police Station (nearby in-laws) raised a complaint (not an FIR, police did not write it) of Dowry and Harassment.
  2. Took policemen along, got her laptops, essentials removed from their house
  3. She's staying with us now.
What we want:
  1. Get rid of this man forever and his cheap mentality
  2. Don't want to drag it for long but teach them a lesson for sure (My sister had a miscarriage because of this ass***)
  3. Move on as their is a b'ful life ahead for my sister.
Please suggest!
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2023.05.28 14:04 notme99222 AITA for resenting my best friend since she has moved in with my family?

For some background I (17f) live with my best friend (17f), my parents and little brother. My best friend lives with my family due to her parents losing custody of her (issues with substance abuse). We became close due to our first job, where we had a manager who was extremely creepy to us and we had to file reports against him. Since she has started living here, I feel disregarded as a friend and as though she disrespects my family.
My dad had one request upon her living here which was for her to pay rent and she keeps avoiding it and complains to me about it. My parents voice their struggles on affording a new addition to the household. She receives ~500 a fortnight from the government my dad requests 100 a week. The rent covers water, electricity, unlimited food/meals, hygienic items, bedding and furniture in her room that we provide for her.
She seems to feel entitled to my belongings and assistance, but will not do the same for me. When i’m away my parents say she wears my shoes and clothes, goes through my belongings in my room. She will spend hours in the bathroom before school leaving me with little time to get ready. We do similar classes at school, I will show her my assignments and assist her but if I ask for the same help on an assignment she has done or a test she had before me she refuses.
I am a supportive friend and genuinely congratulate her on her achievements and am excited to see her succeed. I notice she gets in a bad mood when I succeed and will sarcastically say “nice” or something and has stormed off on occasions. She seems excited more when I fail. Sometimes when i’m speaking to her she will say after i’m finished “to be honest i wasn’t even listening to you” and laugh.
My mum works a job where she needs a clean record for security. My friend smokes weed maybe ~3 times a day. On occasion she has done coke. My mum fears of losing her job if she is caught possessing drugs in her home but my friend does not change her behaviour despite being talked to.
She has a boyfriend who she begun dating after moving in with my family. We originally had plans to move out together after finishing school, but she abruptly told me she was moving in with him. I was upset, but understood and made plans to live with my own boyfriend after school. She then recently told me her boyfriend wants to live with his friends instead of her (she never discussed it with him in the first place). She said that I should drop my plans with my boyfriend for her.
Often she uses me as a therapist, I listen to all of her problems and try to be as kind as possible. When I complain I don’t think she really cares. I have brought up the things I’ve mentioned but it’s hard as she laughs it off and changes the subject.
I cant help but hate her due to the reasons i’ve listen above. I feel guilty for this as obviously her actions aren’t her own fault. Her life has been pretty traumatic so her past clearly has had an effect
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2023.05.28 14:04 mduda59625 What You Need to Know Before You Go

Are you thinking about moving to California? It’s a beautiful state with a lot to offer, but it can also be overwhelming if you’re not prepared. In this blog, we’ll cover everything you need to know before making the move, including practical tips for finding housing, dealing with logistics, and connecting with a reputable realtor in the area.

Why Move to California?

California is a highly desirable state for many reasons. For starters, it boasts a warm and sunny climate that’s perfect for outdoor enthusiasts. With hundreds of miles of coastline, California also offers some of the most beautiful beaches in the country, which attract millions of visitors each year.
Aside from its natural beauty, California is also a hub for innovation and creativity. With Silicon Valley, Hollywood, and other major industries, the state is a hotbed for job opportunities in various fields. Whether you’re an engineer, a filmmaker, or a writer, California offers a wide range of career options.
In addition to its booming job market, California is home to some of the best colleges and universities in the world, such as Stanford, UC Berkeley, and UCLA. The state’s higher education system provides residents with access to top-notch education and research facilities.
But that’s not all. California is also known for its diverse population and vibrant culture. From the food to the arts, the state’s rich mix of cultures and traditions make it a fascinating place to live and explore. Whether you’re interested in Mexican cuisine, Asian art, or African music, you’re sure to find it all in California.
Finally, California is a state of opportunity. From the gold rush of the 1800s to the tech boom of the 2000s, the state has a long history of attracting people who are willing to take risks and chase their dreams. Whether you’re an entrepreneur, an artist, or just someone looking for a fresh start, California offers endless possibilities.
All in all, California’s natural beauty, job opportunities, educational resources, cultural diversity, and spirit of opportunity make it a compelling destination for anyone looking to make a fresh start.

The Benefits of Using a Moving Service

Moving to a new home can be an exciting but stressful time. One way to alleviate some of the stress is by using a moving service. Here are some benefits of using a moving service:
  1. Convenience: A moving service can handle all aspects of your move, from packing and loading your belongings to transporting them to your new home. This saves you time and energy that you can use to focus on other aspects of your move, such as finding a new school or job.
  2. Expertise: Professional movers are experienced in handling delicate and valuable items, such as antiques, artwork, and electronics. They have the right equipment and techniques to ensure that your belongings are packed and transported safely.
  3. Insurance: Reputable moving services offer insurance for your belongings during the move. This provides added protection and peace of mind in case anything is damaged or lost during the move.
  4. Cost-effective: Although hiring a moving service may seem expensive at first glance, it can actually be cost-effective in the long run. A moving service can help you avoid the costs of renting a truck, buying packing materials, and hiring labor to help you move.
  5. Safety: Moving heavy and bulky items can be dangerous if you don’t have the right equipment and training. Professional movers know how to safely lift and move heavy items, reducing the risk of injury.
  6. Flexibility: Moving services offer a range of services, from full-service packing and moving to labor-only services. This allows you to choose the level of assistance that best fits your needs and budget.
Moving Truck Driver is a great option for those who need to transport their belongings in a U-Haul or Penske truck. They specialize in driving these trucks and can make the moving process smoother and less stressful.

Finding Housing in California

Finding a place to live in California can be a daunting task, especially if you’re not familiar with the area. Here are some tips for finding housing unique to the area:

Dealing with Logistics

Moving to California requires a bit of logistical planning. Here are some tips to help you prepare:

Connecting with a Reputable Realtor

Connecting with a reputable realtor when moving to California can have many benefits. A realtor can provide you with valuable information about the local housing market, help you find the right neighborhood, and negotiate the best deal on your behalf. Here are some reasons why you should consider connecting with a realtor:
  1. Knowledge of the local market: A realtor has access to information about the local housing market, such as property values, trends, and inventory. This information can be invaluable when making decisions about where to live and what to pay for your new home.
  2. Professional expertise: A realtor is a trained and licensed professional who knows how to navigate the complex process of buying or renting a home. They can guide you through the entire process, from searching for properties to closing the deal.
  3. Network of contacts: A realtor has a network of contacts in the real estate industry, including other realtors, lenders, and home inspectors. They can use their contacts to help you find the right property and ensure that your transaction goes smoothly.
  4. Negotiation skills: A realtor is trained in the art of negotiation and can help you get the best deal possible on your new home. They can work with the seller or landlord to negotiate a fair price, terms, and conditions.
  5. Legal protection: A realtor can help you navigate the legal aspects of buying or renting a home, including contracts, disclosures, and inspections. They can also help you understand your rights and obligations as a buyer or tenant.
A good realtor can help you find the right neighborhood, navigate the housing market, and negotiate a fair price. Moving Truck Driver has worked with amazing realtors all over the country and can connect you with a realtor in the area where you are looking, who can help you find your dream home.

Practical Checklist for Moving to California

If you’re planning on moving to California, here’s a practical checklist to help you get started:


Moving to California can be an exciting adventure, but it can also be a daunting task. With so much to consider, from finding the right housing to navigating the logistics of moving, it’s important to have a plan in place before you go. Utilizing a moving service that specializes in driving U-Haul and Penske trucks, such as Moving Truck Driver, can make the process of moving easier and less stressful. Additionally, connecting with a reputable realtor can provide you with valuable information and professional expertise to help you find the right home in the right neighborhood.
When moving to California, it’s important to do your research and plan ahead. Use the practical tips and advice in this article, as well as any additional resources you can find, to make the process of moving as smooth and stress-free as possible. Whether you’re moving for work, school, or just for a change of scenery, California has a lot to offer, from beautiful beaches to stunning mountains, and everything in between. So take the time to explore this amazing state and all it has to offer, and enjoy the journey along the way.
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2023.05.28 14:00 PamFlitton How Much Rent Do I Have to Pay to Make it Easier to Rent?

I'm from the U.S. and am in the very lucky position that my employer will pay my rent for my 9-month stay in Dublin (1 September 2023 through 30 May 2024)--if necessary, my employer is happy to swallow the cost of a full year's lease. I don't want to take advantage of my employer's generosity, but nor am I able to spend weeks fighting to get an apartment. At what monthly rent does the competition to rent get easier? In other words, how much should I expect to pay in rent for a studio or one-bedroom (or even a nice room in a nice group house) so that I'm not one of hundreds of people competing for the same place? It would be best if I rent a place near Grand Canal Dock or in Dublin 2 or 4. (Again, I know this is a great problem to have and I certainly won't be in this position after I return to the US!)
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