Dark black elf on the shelf
Elf On The Shelf
2012.12.07 03:55 flamyngo Elf On The Shelf
You never know where Elf on the Shelf is going to end up.
2012.09.09 20:05 taciturnbob Black Mirror
Black Mirror on Netflix
2010.06.03 15:45 discord Black Metal
2023.06.06 05:03 Pury1 Serious transgender discussion I found on a random forum
You little piece of shit , now before you call the fbi or something let me tell you that you fucked yourself by making yourself a transgender woman, just be a man if you were born like that you are just a bitch and you cant change that for the rest of your life, i actually like this anime and i dont see everything black and white but because of a nipple sucker like you the world gets worse and worse and actually i cant believe people make themselfes trans that is disgusting af and everyone i mean literally almost everyone who thinks otherwise is fat or some other shit disease they have , i am very calm and i wrote this text rationally even though i intentionally used some insults but that is okay because you are jealous and said the word "fucking" yourself so fuck you and i got big balls and high iq i tested it on a mensa denmark test i got 128 i dont boast because stephen hawking said that it sucks to boast about intelligence but just to give you a reference how a smarter person might think like unlike the fool you are yourself, and your parents are probably not proud, but you had the decision to make them proud but you instead cut your penis off which is kinda sad because you make the whole world worse and you are just a garbage shit in this planet well earth is kinda fucked anyways but you are one of the many reasons for that, well i could write on and i enjoyed writing this in my 5 minutes of free time, please dont be a shit human anymore, you are welcome to use your whole potential and you can be better, btw trans suicide rates are at 40% or something so please dont kys and always stay hard, well sorry you cant be hard anymore because you are a woman right?
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2023.06.06 05:03 sed4718 GILF’s Slutty Dinner,Dwayne Foxxx Rion King Seka Black Willow Ryder,Brazzers
Sexy GILF Seka Black is hosting a dinner for some of her extended family and their partners. While she sets out to be a good host, her horny nature quickly takes over when she sees how hot her family’s partners (Willow Ryder and Dwayne Foxxx) are! She sneskily comes on to both of them, jerking them both off under the dinner table, then luring Dwayne to fuck her in the kitchen. Willow soon leads Seka u to a bedroom for some scissoring, before Dwayne makes it a hot threesome!"
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2023.06.06 05:02 HumanPersonOnWebsite Need ID
 | Unfortunately didn’t get to see in person. Found in a home in North Carolina. Doesn’t appear to have the trademark black lines on the head from the picture- but also doesn’t look like a turkestan or PA woods roach in my opinion submitted by HumanPersonOnWebsite to GermanRoaches [link] [comments] |
2023.06.06 05:01 sed4718 Evelyn’s Husband Sends A BBC Surprise,Evelyn Payne Will Tile,New Sensations
Exceptional employee and hard working BBC Will is two days late on very important files for his boss and is hand delivering them to his boss’s house only to find out he is not there only his sexy hot blonde half nude milf wife Evelyn. Will being very concerned about her outfit Evelyn calls up her hubby to confirm with Will the “he” is the special good thing that his wife was expecting and Evelyn was down to fuck now and fuck hard. As soon as Will’s big black cock whipped out Evelyn’s mouth began to drool as she knew this was going to be a bbc party for her tight pink married little pussy in need of that dark throbbing monster dick balls deep inside her hungry mouth, wet puss and pouring it’s hot thick cock cream cum into her pleased cum craving mouth."
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2023.06.06 05:01 Dgcampbe Concerning Protests Over Reddit API Changes
Ignore that I happen to be a subreddit mod for this post. I am posting this as an individual. I haven't made a reddit post in years, since I was a cringe teenager. However, I feel like since the Reddit overlords have decided to effectively kill all third-party Reddit clients, I feel the need to mention it to bring awareness. Might as well make a post before Reddit as I know it dies, I guess. Many large subreddits have decided to have a black out on June 12th to protest. I am naturally hot-headed and strongly opinionated (perhaps to a fault), so I instinctively really want feminineboys to join in. That might not be a good idea for a support subreddit, however, as others have pointed out to me. Particularly so during Queer Liberation/Pride Month. I guess that is my post. I don't really know how to end a reddit post nor exactly what point I am trying to make. Alright. End of post. Nya :3
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2023.06.06 05:01 Sen_Btiller Sanctuary 1st experience and reviews
 | My review of sanctuary and its offerings that I selected. is a soild 5/10. for the price it's hard to justify hopefully they will keep up good sales and improve thier products. didn't have any live concentrates or rosin at the time of my vist for me to try was told by the tender that they are coming soon. All in all if its on a good sale take the gamble hopefully you get a good batch. submitted by Sen_Btiller to FLMedicalTrees [link] [comments] Sanctuary: Beach Budz top cut whole flower indica first impressions 6/10 Nose: kinda muted kinda green smelling nothing to write home about. After breaking it down it brightened up a bit some citrus a bit of funk but kinda underwhelming. Looks: first thing i noticeed is some tight bud structures and a nice dusting of trichromes some orange hairs peaking out. Flavor: harsh right off the 1st bowl then it leads to a somewhat creamy kinda gasy exhale but -between coughing I can taste maybe some fruit but very harsh. High/legs: after forcing myself to finish the bowl i had a decent head buzz and my body was beginning to feel less tense and a tiny bit buzzy. legs could longer lasted about 45 minutes before i started to feel the head high start to wear off. Overall: 3/10 wouldn't buy again. Sanctuary: Blueberry headband top cut whole flower hybrid first impressions 5/10 Nose:upon opening the jar its not very bright very muted smell, some slight hints of berry and haze but muted. When I ground it up definitely took on more of a nose very bright tart Blueberry with a skunky haze undertones. Looks: same tight bud structure as the beach budz my eighth was 2 nugs one huge one coming in at 3.34grams and one tiny nug to complete the eighth. buds are very dense and tight with a rich green color some orange hairs peaking through with less trichromes than the beach budz Flavor: berry sweetness upfront with a nice hazey finish not as harsh as the beach budz but still not the smoothest High/legs: nice head high with that classic headband feel, focused and not too floaty. Could've fooled me for Lt.Dan, high was as long as the grass in a HOA neighborhood. Overall: 4/10 Flavor was the only thing saving this one. Sanctuary: Extraterrestrial Bananas top cut whole flower hybrid first impressions 6/10 Nose: smells of unripe green bananas and hay/ grass (earthy?) Gets alot more funky and fruity when ground up not nearly as much grass smell when ground. Looks: a thick coating of orange hairs with dark green patches coming through with a light frosting of trichromes tight dense bud structure. Flavor: very muted no green banana comes through sadly some musty funkiness but nothing wild in terms of fruit not as harsh as the beach budz but still not the smoothest. High/legs: nice head change after a rip that moves down in a heaviness in my chest then arms and legs with a calm euphoria rounding out the experience this one had the longest legs of the three but still not what i was expecting for a $60 eighth of thier "top shelf" flower lasted maybe an hour if that. Overall: 5/10 if i could grab this on a crazy sale i would but seems the ticket is too high on this in my personal opinion. Afterthoughts: if asking questions about products and wanting suggestions is something you're interested in they did not have any recommendations for me when I was shopping kept saying the sale items are good and seemed to forget it was my 1st visit multiple times throughout the interaction my entire experience in sanctuary too roughly 30 mins from getting a profile built to asking about terp %s and suggestions there was no one ahead of me in line but there was a line forming shortly after I arrived. |
2023.06.06 05:01 bagelboii69 It’s Gone— by Gene H.
“We’ve no idea what we’ve got until we lost it.” But I knew; All I had slipped through my fingers Made an escape, Ran into the silent dark. The thought of my mistakes still lingers behind. They’re projected in everything that I do Like a film scaring me to drink until I’m blind. I’m the only one watching and all I see is you. So you see, the fault fully rests in your hands. You made me think we shared the same vision And just when I felt all of our love expand, That’s when you made the lone decision. So I guess you had no idea what you had. But you lost it, now we’re both on our own. Sleeping next to another one you’ve found— I know it’s not as good, and you’ll feel bad. But I’ll leave you with this: If you’re not with me, I hope you die alone.
June 5, 2023
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June 5, 2023
2023.06.06 05:01 Jose_Canseco7 Uma0 on Vita 1000
So my black 3g 1001 had such bad screen mirroring I think it's called that I ordered a mint white 1000 off of eBay that arrived today, my black Vita was on 3.65, this one is on 3.60 and I took out the prefilled micro SD that came with the Vita and put my own in and all my games, even my psp games in adrenaline are there and running, but I also have my proprietary Sony SD card in the memory card slot and I now have no uma0 on vitashell, does anyone know how I can go about getting that back without losing all my games and game saves?
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2023.06.06 05:00 AngBuc Ay carumba!
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2023.06.06 05:00 Top-Celebration6571 Suspicious man on bike outside Deco Alister on Burgin Parkway
My fiancé and I took our dog out at 10:30 tonight and a man on a bike dressed in all black with a full face mask on rode past us, stopped, then turned around to ride past us again. He already looked out of place and was acting suspicious. The man then turned around again and took something out of his pocket and rode up to his. I carry pepper spray so I took it out of my pocket and was holding it. The man started aggressively asking us if we were “siccing” our dog on him. Mind you, we have a one year old mini Australian shephard who has a wiggle butt that shakes side to side when she sees other dogs, birds, and people. She was leashed on the grassy area with us and didn’t do anything to indicate she was being aggressive or that we were “siccing” her on anyone. We were just trying to get our dog to poop! We are new to this area and found this very alarming- has anyone else experienced this living at the Alister Deco?
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2023.06.06 05:00 loljkbye Just completed Season: A Letter to the Future
There was a lot of crying involved. Happy crying, sad crying, hopeful crying; I did all the crying. Here is your sign, if you haven't played this beautiful, stress free, mesmerizing walking simulator yet, to get a cup of your favorite tea and get ready for the coziest, most bitter-sweet bike ride of your life.
You play as Estelle, a young woman from a secluded mountain village, who's soothing voice will guide you along a journey through an imminently changing world that you are discovering for the first time. In the hopes of creating a record of the world as it is in this moment, you set out with only a camera, a sound recorder, and a scrapbook journal. As you cycle across the valleys and ruins of a season long forgotten, the landscape reveals what's been lost to the changing of seasons, and what may become lost to the passing of this one.
Mild gameplay and content spoilers in the following segment
The main mechanics of this game were designed in a way that never made them redundant. Taking pictures and recordings will make the story progress by having Estelle provide insight on her thoughts as you capture certain things, and the scrapbook journal was a surprisingly satisfying gameplay element. I found myself dedicating much of my time laying out the history of the valley and its people for the reader who would someday discover my notes and learn about this world. I recorded every birdsong I heard, every waterfall in the distance. And I pet every single goat.
Story spoilers in the following segment
The magic elements do a great job of helping the player connect with Estelle. She is someone who has been confined to her village her entire life, and for whom the history of the world has been somewhat taboo. You realize quickly that you are playing as a character who has a very loose grasp on history and technology, and for whom a vending machine looks completely foreign. As magic and mysticism start poking their heads, you too, the player, start realizing that what you know is only a small part of what's out there, and suddenly, it becomes a lot easier to see the world through Estelle's eyes. And as you hear stories about the war that ended the last season, you start to uncover the many perspectives the people of this world have on loss and hope.
Major spoilers ahead - only read if you have played the game
I could not believe how this game made me feel. Stepping into a graveyard of sleeping soldiers with a young boy while on a tour of the Valley was not something I was expecting; nor was I expecting to cry/laugh at a drawing of a crab shown to me by a purple man who had just gone on a tangent in a language I did not understand. Which brings me to the last thing I want to bring up. Meeting the stranger on the beach has to be the single most perfect thing this game could have done for me after taking me on this bleak roller coaster. I thought the game would end with Estelle's hope for someone to find her book. Instead, I got to share my memories with a new friend, and as he shared his, this character, that I had only known for a few seconds, became the brightest beacon of light in an otherwise very dark night. I thought the villagers of Tieng Valley held all the hope this game had to offer, but just when I thought I had sent that hope on its merry way, I was hit one last time by how beautifully this game portrays community.
I really hope more people get to experience this game. For selfish reasons, because I want to be able to talk to more people about it, but also because I think it's an all around amazing game that anyone can appreciate. The environment is beautiful, and I found it to be a meditative experience. And if the story might feel a bit bleak, there is an overall message of hope, and warmth, and community.
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You play as Estelle, a young woman from a secluded mountain village, who's soothing voice will guide you along a journey through an imminently changing world that you are discovering for the first time. In the hopes of creating a record of the world as it is in this moment, you set out with only a camera, a sound recorder, and a scrapbook journal. As you cycle across the valleys and ruins of a season long forgotten, the landscape reveals what's been lost to the changing of seasons, and what may become lost to the passing of this one.
Mild gameplay and content spoilers in the following segment
The main mechanics of this game were designed in a way that never made them redundant. Taking pictures and recordings will make the story progress by having Estelle provide insight on her thoughts as you capture certain things, and the scrapbook journal was a surprisingly satisfying gameplay element. I found myself dedicating much of my time laying out the history of the valley and its people for the reader who would someday discover my notes and learn about this world. I recorded every birdsong I heard, every waterfall in the distance. And I pet every single goat.
Story spoilers in the following segment
The magic elements do a great job of helping the player connect with Estelle. She is someone who has been confined to her village her entire life, and for whom the history of the world has been somewhat taboo. You realize quickly that you are playing as a character who has a very loose grasp on history and technology, and for whom a vending machine looks completely foreign. As magic and mysticism start poking their heads, you too, the player, start realizing that what you know is only a small part of what's out there, and suddenly, it becomes a lot easier to see the world through Estelle's eyes. And as you hear stories about the war that ended the last season, you start to uncover the many perspectives the people of this world have on loss and hope.
Major spoilers ahead - only read if you have played the game
I could not believe how this game made me feel. Stepping into a graveyard of sleeping soldiers with a young boy while on a tour of the Valley was not something I was expecting; nor was I expecting to cry/laugh at a drawing of a crab shown to me by a purple man who had just gone on a tangent in a language I did not understand. Which brings me to the last thing I want to bring up. Meeting the stranger on the beach has to be the single most perfect thing this game could have done for me after taking me on this bleak roller coaster. I thought the game would end with Estelle's hope for someone to find her book. Instead, I got to share my memories with a new friend, and as he shared his, this character, that I had only known for a few seconds, became the brightest beacon of light in an otherwise very dark night. I thought the villagers of Tieng Valley held all the hope this game had to offer, but just when I thought I had sent that hope on its merry way, I was hit one last time by how beautifully this game portrays community.
I really hope more people get to experience this game. For selfish reasons, because I want to be able to talk to more people about it, but also because I think it's an all around amazing game that anyone can appreciate. The environment is beautiful, and I found it to be a meditative experience. And if the story might feel a bit bleak, there is an overall message of hope, and warmth, and community.
2023.06.06 05:00 luckytron New Terran Refugee (Pt - 20) : An NOP fanfic
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New Terran Refugee (Pt - 20) : An NOP fanfic
Thanks to u/SpacePaladin15 for letting people write fanfics.
This is just a fanfic of course.
This chapter went through several iterations, I might have let myself think I could release it 1 week late (and failed). Also, I might have gotten sidetracked with other non-writing thing, oops.
TL;DR:
“OOPS! All Rewrites! And side projects!” – Me
In any case, here’s the chapter:
Memory transcription subject: Tayla, Venlil Widow
Date [standardized human time]: October 18, 2136
The first thing I became aware of was that I had awoken enveloping a richly warm pillow with a soft surface from above, and that not only was it hot but that it was also soft and squishy but without too much give, in fact it was somehow firmer below the surface, I snuggled closer to the material that was emanating heat below me and drove off my mind’s attempts at waking me up, this was too blissful an experience to stop suddenly.
The second thing I became aware of was that I didn’t remember replacing my heated pillow as the cold wind season was still expected to be a good deal of time away and that I had much more important things to spend my limited budget on.
The third thing I became aware of was that I wasn’t hugging a pillow, this only happened when I noticed that it wasn’t moving because I was snuggling into it, but rather moving in a steady motion against me, like when someone breathes while asleep.
The fourth thing I became aware of, were the memories of what led me into this situation ‘Just gonna close my eyes for a moment’; Why did I lie to myself like that?
The final thing I became aware of snapped me out of my musings, it was the reason I woke up, and the reason I had crashed so hard into sleepiness.
The consequence of drinking copious amounts of [shade root] tea to keep watch over Jorge until I could call the number in the email during the schedule it had included beneath itself, this was made worse by the cans of ‘Twilight Energy’ I had drank at the end when more drastic measures had to be taken.
I couldn’t ignore it I couldn’t help but feel the pressure mounting inside my bladder as I peeled myself off from on top of Jorge.Why did I move so much while asleep?
Oh Protector, I missed his warmth already…
I made a mental note to look into repairing my heated pillow for cheap due to a sudden urge to sleep with something warm more frequently, the abrupt thought jogging loose some memories about contact information of some local repairvenlil I’d called before for one reason or another, along with the memory of the number I called before… napping with Jorge…
A great feeling of chagrin manifested along with my bloom while closing Jorge’s bathroom door behind me as I remembered the text beneath the schedule, ‘Extended working hours during emergency situations’, the aftermath of antimatter bombing definitely applied… especially since that Mrs. Bennet sounded so exhausted so soon after the supposed start of her work claw.
I decided to chalk up my lapse in judgement to have been due to how Jorge’s expression before he sealed himself in had left my thoughts racing and heart pounding in worry over him.
With my thoughts somewhat settled, I examined the strange toilet that had been installed, before throwing caution to the winds when the urgency I felt reasserted itself with force.
…
After closing the lid and washing my paws, I finally found what had to be the equivalent of the pulley and chain, a small, recessed button parted into 2 asymmetric parts on the top middle part behind the seat.
I pressed both parts at the same time just in case.
FWOOOSH
A small eep escaped me but was drowned out by the noises that were still coming from the strange toilet!
Finally, the ruckus ended, letting me calm down from the unexpected loudness. Wait, did that noise wak-
THUNK THUNK THUNK
A bigger eep escaped me as I jumped a little into the air; However this time it wasn’t drowned out by another noise.
“¿you ok in there?” I could barely make out Jorge’s voice through the door, like he was putting in the barest effort needed to speak.
“Y-yeah, j-just startled…” I opened the door as I trailed off, a sudden realization had me asking him a question, “I guess I know how It felt w-when I s-startled you h-huh?”
His normally expressive face remained still, the only reaction to my attempt at lightening the mood a brief exhale from his nose; He simply slipped past me as I left the bathroom and muttered something I didn’t quite hear just before shutting the door softly.
I went back to the bed and turned on his pad, after a few seconds of waiting for it to turn on, and a few more waiting for my translator to parse the strange [date and time] format the humans used (Honestly, who separated the [hours] and the [days/months] like that?) I felt a bit of relief as I sank a bit into the still warm bed.
According to the pad, I’d just taken a short nap, I still had plenty of time until my children came back home, hopefully I had enough time to actually have some kind of talk with Jorge.
I’d have to somehow get him to talk about last Paw’s… reaction of his, and find a way to convince him to talk about his family, It’d be good for him to recognize that pain, maybe he’d even hold onto it like me…
FWOOOSH
That thing that the humans called a toilet interrupted my train of thought before I could do more than think of the barest of ways I could breeze into such heavy topics, the small delay between the toilet’s sound, the groaning of water travelling to the faucet, and the door opening wasn’t even enough to get back on my mind’s [zephyr].
A quick focus on Jorge’s face made my determination start to breeze away a bit, it was much easier to think of how to talk to him when I couldn’t see just how heavily everything [to wear down like a long strong gale would] on him.
Jorge deflated slightly but visibly at how I apparently froze up at the sight of him.
“well, thanks, i… feel better, you can just… leave me be for now”
Jorge stood still, averting his eyes from me until he shrugged strangely after turning to look at the barricade, he then shuffled over and started to shift it to the side a bit, evidently wishing to put it back in place after I left.
“ah” he cleared his throat, “sorry, you can leave now” he returned to averting his eyes from looking at me and awkwardly motioned towards the wide opening he had made after dragging the barricade as he stepped away morosely.
“Jorge.” I paused to breathe; I’d managed to huff out his name just as I needed to exhale.
Jorge stood still for a moment before tentatively focusing on me, a strangely vulnerable expression sat on his face.
I patted the bed (an appropriate and proper distance away from me) with my tail before curling it away from the spot, he seemed to get the message and soon he had sat down beside me, brief moment of hesitation notwithstanding.
I turned my head towards him as I’d seen him do when talking, he flinched a little when his eyes met mine, closing them and averting his face, I reached out for his nearby claw with my tail and put it down gently on top.
I waited patiently for him to start talking; Thankfully the wait was short.
“this… ¿is this about… my reaction yesterday?”
“Yes,” I squeezed down on his claw softly with my tail in a comforting gesture, “I wanted to speak with you about that sooner, but for now…” another gentle squeeze, “I’m just glad you seem to be doing a little bit better.”
Silence enveloped us as Jorge seemed to mull over what I’d just said.
A small hint of a hunch had me examining him more closely, it seemed he was anxiously waiting for me to talk some more.
I chastised myself internally, ‘Of course he wasn’t going to be feeling very talkative…’, how could someone jump straight into talking about such a topic? It’d probably be better to start with other stuff and gauge things from there; With that my mind sifted through possible topics until one stood out.
“S-so, I kind of… used up a lot of your powdered ingredients… heh…” I took in his features, he seemed halfway here and halfway far away.
Maybe… Maybe if I somehow mentioned the call to remind him that there were more humans he could try talking to? Just in case he was getting tired of my clumsy attempts at talking with him…
“I, uh, didn’t think of asking Mrs. Bennet about their availability when I called her this Paw, s-sorry about that… b-but I’m sure they’ll get some more that you can use soon, right?”
That got a reaction, a small one, out of him; His eyes widened. It… felt wrong.
“o-oh, well, i’d better get started packing then…”
An impossibly heavy weight settled deep inside my stomach as he moved his claw out from under my frozen tail tip, my throat clenched up as Jorge got up and limply started wading to his bag.
I stared in mute horror as he dumped his clean body coverings into it, trying to communicate anything to him, and failing miserably as the sheer disbelief of just how horribly I had miscommunicated kept me frozen, while the pain and betrayal I could imagine him feeling kept my mind reeling.
He stopped just as he reached his bag, his claws clenched for a moment before he unclenched them slowly and turned around to look directly at me.
He’d shed more tears, his eyes were an ugly and fresher shade of red.
“y-you were waiting down here for me to wake up again just to have this conversation as soon as possible. ¿am i right?”
Th-this wasn’t supposed to go like this!
“I… I was-”
“I!” interrupted Jorge with an elevated tone of voice, “…Earlier, I woke up and went back to sleep a few times, I could see you sitting on the stairs, sometimes you and your pad would be missing, I kept thinking that maybe you were worried about me ¿you know?”
“I-” An intense look from him kept the rest of my response in my head; ‘I was!’ I wanted to plead.
“I guess you didn’t plan for me falling asleep after crying…” He trailed off and seemed to go into deep thought for a moment, before his eyes narrowed dangerously. “¿Did you just bring me that Atole to soften the blow?” He held up one of his claws towards me while making a stabbing motion with it, his voice came out as a much lower growl than normal from him. “¿Or was putting me to sleep part of the plan?”
My face felt as if I’d been hit by an icy gale. ‘Did he just insinua-?’
“You’re fucking heartless.” That last sentence from him was punctuated by a fresh set of tears from his eyes, though no sobbing came from him as he let himself fall backwards down onto the floor, like a puppet with its strings suddenly cut.
My heart was beating wildly, and my eyes stung from the horrible accusations that he was making, and from how I’d probably be doing just what he had said if this had happened a few days ago…
I gave myself a moment to recollect myself, I’d thought similar enough things when I was alone in the hospital after losing my family, not nearly as extreme but… my circumstances back then and his right now weren’t comparable.
I shuddered internally at how much worse I’d have fared if it had been Venlil Prime that had been attacked; I’d probably… I’d have tried to do what he tried last night…
With a sigh I focused consciously on Jorge, who was breathing a bit more steadily now, as I picked up the bottle and moved steadily towards his alert gaze.
I sat down in front of him and opened the bottle, he narrowed his eyes even further in response, making the redness and glistening more pronounced, the patches of fur above his eyes changed position as well; I didn’t quite know what it meant, but it couldn’t possibly have been from him feeling happy or at peace.
I pushed through the sense of fear that was starting to form from being under his stare and took in the rest of his body language… I readjusted my position and observed as he flinched away from me…
I slowly raised the bottle and drank; The patches of fur over his eyes returned to their normal position, overshot and stayed raised while the intensity of his stare diminished. Finally, he tilted his head ever so slightly.
After a few gulps more I stopped drinking and offered him the bottle, he still wasn’t accepting it; I wiped my lips and prepared to speak.
“…I wouldn’t do that to you…” A small quiver at the end made me trail off until I was certain my voice wouldn’t fail me. I wouldn’t do that now. “None of those things, I mean… Even after all I did… You gave me a chance…”
“When you put it like that…” Jorge wiped his eyes. “I mean, I don’t know what came over me…” He looked to the side and deflated a little.
“I understand… I was like this too…” A small shiver traveled through my spine, thinking about it always did… I ignored the shiver by standing up and offering him the bottle again, this time he grabbed it and drank deeply.
He trailed behind me, we sat down on opposite sides of the bed, him hugging his legs as he sat against the wall, and me with one leg over the edge of the bed with the other one crossed over it.
Dozens of starting points were flurrying in my head, I couldn’t decide on one, so I cleared my throat and let myself say whatever came out first.
“I’m married.” Jorge became extremely visibly confused. “I-I’m a Widow, I meant to say…” The familiar sting of pain grounded me as his expression changed into one I could recognize even from him, pity.
“He-”died “…It happened 11 years ago, I… I lost my family at the same time…”
Jorge’s expression softened even more, no longer out of pity, but out of understanding… of the pain we shared…
“It was my dad’s idea, he’s always wanted to have a big family homestead… when the latest batch of colonies were finally cleared for habitation he bought a plot immediately, my sister and her husband went with them first, then my brother and his wife, and finally me and…”
This whole talking thing was much harder than I thought… I cleared my throat; I couldn’t go on just omitting any names in my retelling…
“Krayla, that’s my mother’s name.” I paused, waiting for his reaction, he ‘nodded’ slowly, solemnly. “Tavk’io, my dad; Talnum, my b-brother; Tahyiya, m-my sister; …a-and Glim, m-my husband…”
I buried my head in my paws, this was too much…
A moment passed, I felt something brush against my tail; Opening my eyes I saw that it was Jorge’s claw, he patted the tip gently until his eyes met mine.
“Emiliano José Cauich Ayala, t-that’s my father’s name.” He paused to breathe and wiped his eyes. “Ixchel Paola Rojas Canul, that’s my mother’s name.”
We stayed in silence for a while longer, at least in my case recovering from the emotional toll that I had just gone through.
“S-shortly after we arrived at the colony,” I began. “I l-learned I was p-pregnant, G-Glim and I celebrated it with my family, we were going to name our baby after my brother and his wife, Kiyomi. It… It was something we had all come up with [years] before, everything was going just like we had dreamed and talked so much about…”
I squeezed my tail against myself, all those nights at the colony laughing and joking with each other about increasingly outlandish names (ones that we’d never use of course), gone just like that…
“G-Glim and Talnum were busy helping the colony expand by clearing new plots for development and as buffer zones, I helped around with Taylee and Talim when needed but I helped dad with the house most of the time; There were always things that needed to be taken care of after all. Th-then one day in the colony, I f-fainted while picking up Taylee and Talim from school, a f-few [weeks] after that… I had to be sent back here since the colony’s hospital had lost their last equipment shipment to an Arxur raid.” I paused and lowered my voice. “G-Glim stayed behind to take extra assignments, t-to cover expenses, h-he… he was… he was on his last pawful of shifts b-before leave wh-when…”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“…D-dad was at home looking after the kids, he’d sprained his leg while doing some maintenance, he called me early in the morning there, Talnum and Glim were in some kind of assignment together, and my mother had taken everyone else to get stuff from the market to prepare a farewell meal f-for Glim…” And after that… “The call disconnected abruptly, it had happened before so I… I j-joked to m-myself a-and the nurse that it was p-probably j-just the signal failing because I wasn’t there to maintain things p-properly…”
Tears started forming in my eyes again, Jorge shuffled closer, put his soft claw on my shoulder and gave a light squeeze, his warmth spread throughout me.
“…A few claws later I learnt the truth, that the colony had been raided and that the shelter had been breached, shortly after that, I… I lost my…” I did my best to look him directly in his eyes. “After that… I started planning how to get to the hospital’s roof…” There, a glint of recognition and pain in his eyes. “I was just waiting for the rescue fleet to finish up there, just in case, thankfully… my dad hid Taylee and Talim in one of the [Kitchen] cabinets after taking down the family pictures, since he couldn’t take them to the shelter, he… Taylee told me that he… he begged her to keep quiet before closing the cabinet. She stayed in there with Talim for I don’t even know how long… She… She hasn’t talked about it ever again.”
Another squeeze, then silence and cold as he retracted his claw back towards him, his face turning to another side while taking on some kind of thoughtful intensity.
“S-So… What I’ve been trying to say was… I kind of understand what you’re going through… A-and if you want to talk… I-I’m here?”
A small ‘nod’, and more silence. My eyes were beginning to feel heavy again, that nap hadn’t been enough it seemed.
Jorge harrumphed, causing a bolt of wakefulness to course through me as he began speaking, filling in the silence that had fallen on the room.
“…I don’t think I’m ready yet…” His face turned towards me once more. “But… thank you, for sharing, and for worrying about me, I… If you hadn’t been there when I drifted into and out of sleep…” His eyes widened in a flash. “Wait. ¿You haven’t slept right? ¿Are you feeling OK?”
“I-I t-took a nap after you f-fell asleep…” B-beneath him… “Y-you left a lot of space…” He did, but I couldn’t get to it from under his legs…
“Good, good…” His eyes flicked between me and the door. “Well… I suppose you’ve got stuff to do now. ¿Am I right?” Somehow, the expression that sat now on his face felt forced in a way. I kept quiet as I rummaged through my memories of The Aftermath.
Of course, he was trying to get me out to wallow in peace, just as I did…
That was the last thing he needed right now.
I needed to find a way to get him out of this room…
“Actually… I’m free until my kids get back, I’m used to taking care of chores quickly.”
“Right…” Jorge seemed to slowly steel himself, if I didn’t interrupt me, he’d just ask me to leave directly…
I tried to think faster, but the drowsiness was returning in force, it was no use… Unless…
“H-Hey!” My exclamation startled him, I pressed on to keep the momentum strong. “I uh, I kind of went through my whole supply of [shade root] tea to stay awake…” I didn’t. “And… I don’t really want to drink more energy drinks this Paw, I don’t suppose you have something to stay awake with you?”
Jorge blinked, again, once more, and again one last time before responding.
“¿I… think I have some coffee I could make?” He tilted his headadorably to one side as he scratched his head with one claw.
“Sounds perfect! Would you please make me some?” I stood up before he could even answer, reached for his idle claw and tugged at it towards me; He stood up in what seemed like a daze out of reflex.
We spent the next few [minutes] browsing the intact shelf, whatever this coffee was, it wasn’t there, the tentatively positive mood that had formed cracked a little as Jorge looked at the shelf barricade before he trudged over to it, stopping beside it where he gestured at vaguely with his claw.
We stepped past the barricade, tried not to look at each other, failed, shuffled in place for a moment and began sifting through the items strewn about the floor in an unspoken agreement.
It wasn’t long until I found myself holding a container that my translator insisted was labeled ‘Instant Coffee’. “Hey,” I started while turning, “is this the ri-” Jorge was looking intensely at something on the floor, I followed his gaze and saw it, the broken remains of the flame projector.
“J-Jorge?” I extended my tail cautiously towards his arm, his claws ceased to strain against themselves following the subtle flinch he had when the tip of my tail made contact with him.
I gave him the ‘Instant Coffee’ I was holding and scooped up the remains to dispose of them properly this time; Jorge held up the container and murmured an affirmation at me, I gestured for him to lead the way and proceeded to follow him to the [kitchen].
I raced my way directly to the trash container, separated the single-use fuel cannister from the remains I was holding, and dumped the inert bits inside; I’d have to take this last part to a proper disposal collection point in town some other time. For now, I glanced at Jorge and tucked it into a discreet spot in the cabinets when he wasn’t looking. Only after that did I notice what a mess I’d made up here despite my best efforts at cleaning up…
Jorge’s eyes were scanning all over the [kitchen], taking in every splotch, every spill and every crusted over utensil I’d used, he lingered noticeably longer on the open and haphazardly arranged containers of his that I had used, finally he stared at the Vanilla Extract bottle with a soft expression, it was the only container that had remained completely spotless and didn’t have a significant amount of its contents drained.
Yet another unreadable expression had settled on his face as he took a big pot and barely put any water in it, the other more reasonably sized ones just too dirty to deal with quickly, before putting it to boil on the [stove top].
“Uh…” He shifted his weight from one leg to the other a few times. “I… never did thank you for the drink earlier ¿Didn’t I?”
“N-no but there’s no ne-”
The patches of fur above his eyes furrowed together.
“You… mentioned before that you entered the program for money…” He looked confused. “¿Why didn’t you just… ask for me to be picked up? You’d have gotten someone else in no time… Hell, I’d still understand if you did it now. You don’t have to go through all this trouble for me.” The confused expression deepened as he gestured at the messy remains around us.
“…”
He was waiting for an answer.
“I… w-well I d-did enter for the money… b-but… I don’t want to just replace you… I like being around you. I d-don’t know if we’re there yet… But I’d like to be… f-friends! W-with you someday…” Oh Protector, I couldn’t be more obvious unless I just came out and said it…
“Well for what it’s worth… Thank you Tayla, you don’t know what that means to me right now.” He was looking directly at me, with raw emotion and palpable aliveness, my face started to feel as if I was standing under sunlight…
“I-It was the l-least I could d-do…” It was worth it even though he didn’t seem to understand quite what I accidentally meant before…
I was spared from further embarrassment by the pot of water sizzling violently behind Jorge who turned around in a blur to turn the heat off, while he did that I grabbed two (clean) mugs and set them down near him, though I didn’t move my paws quite fast enough as his claw brushed against me while he moved the mugs closer to him to pour the water on them.
He let the water cool down a little as he put his sugar and ‘Instant Coffee’ containers close to the mugs; He poured the less-than-boiling water into the mugs, stirred in a measure of ‘Instant Coffee’ and a measure of sugar as well.
He passed me a mug with a cryptic warning. “If it’s not to your taste, let me know.” Then he grabbed the other one, sipped a little and waited.
The mischievous glint in his eyes left me no choice, I’d have to play along for now; I raised the mug and sipped…
SPEH
WHY WAS EVERYTHING THESE HUMANS HAD SO BITTER?
I futilely attempted to remove the grimace from my face; Strangely, the roar of laughter I expected was nowhere to be heard, I found myself looking at Jorge with some amount of concern, though the clear, if understated, smile he sported calmed me down somewhat.
Wordlessly, Jorge reached for my mug and the can of powdered coconut milk, he then proceeded to mix in a little of it in both mugs, turning the liquid from a dark oily brown to a much lighter tone. Finally he mixed in a single drop of his Vanilla Extract in each mug and gave me back mine.
I gave him the best glare I could manage as I pouted at him, he took a deep drink from his own mug and held it up for me to examine.
With a sigh I tried mine again.
Warm. Flowery. Smooth. Bitter but not too much, like a perfectly harvested root. But most importantly of all, I could feel myself waking slightly more already, whether it was just self-suggestion or the drink having an effect so soon I couldn’t tell.
Once more, the reaction I expected from Jorge was missing, this time he seemed to be lost in thought, staring at a distant point in the air.
I took a moment to examine him, whatever he was thinking, it was starting to fester. It’d be better to get him talking “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“It’s no-” He shook his head. “It’s just… I… my dad… he liked to drink his without adding anything, no sugar, no… coconut milk…, and… me and mom used to tease him about it…” He was retreating into himself once more.
I kept drinking my coffee; There had to be something else I could talk with him about…
Jorge straightened up, something about his posture, about the way he held himself had changed.
“Say… Tayla… ¿Can I ask you for a favor?” Despite the confidence he exuded he was running one of his claws over the back of his mug repeatedly.
“W-what kind of favor?”
“There’s something I want, no, something I need to make for the end of the [month], and… I’m going to need your help getting the stuff, I’d just ask you to get it all for me, but honestly that wouldn’t be right.”
“O-ok, but you still haven’t told me what the favor is?”
“I need to buy flowers, candles, a good tablecloth, and see what dishes I can actually make here that’d be good enough.”
“W-What for?” W-Was he? My heart was beating wildly in a peculiar mix of elation, nervousness and apprehension.
“I’m going to make an Altar for Day of the Dead (Día de Muertos), it’s the least I can do for my family all the way over here.”
W-
Wh-
WHAT?
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Thanks to u/SpacePaladin15 for letting people write fanfics.
This is just a fanfic of course.
This chapter went through several iterations, I might have let myself think I could release it 1 week late (and failed). Also, I might have gotten sidetracked with other non-writing thing, oops.
TL;DR:
“OOPS! All Rewrites! And side projects!” – Me
In any case, here’s the chapter:
Date [standardized human time]: October 18, 2136
The first thing I became aware of was that I had awoken enveloping a richly warm pillow with a soft surface from above, and that not only was it hot but that it was also soft and squishy but without too much give, in fact it was somehow firmer below the surface, I snuggled closer to the material that was emanating heat below me and drove off my mind’s attempts at waking me up, this was too blissful an experience to stop suddenly.
The second thing I became aware of was that I didn’t remember replacing my heated pillow as the cold wind season was still expected to be a good deal of time away and that I had much more important things to spend my limited budget on.
The third thing I became aware of was that I wasn’t hugging a pillow, this only happened when I noticed that it wasn’t moving because I was snuggling into it, but rather moving in a steady motion against me, like when someone breathes while asleep.
The fourth thing I became aware of, were the memories of what led me into this situation ‘Just gonna close my eyes for a moment’; Why did I lie to myself like that?
The final thing I became aware of snapped me out of my musings, it was the reason I woke up, and the reason I had crashed so hard into sleepiness.
The consequence of drinking copious amounts of [shade root] tea to keep watch over Jorge until I could call the number in the email during the schedule it had included beneath itself, this was made worse by the cans of ‘Twilight Energy’ I had drank at the end when more drastic measures had to be taken.
I couldn’t ignore it I couldn’t help but feel the pressure mounting inside my bladder as I peeled myself off from on top of Jorge.
I made a mental note to look into repairing my heated pillow for cheap due to a sudden urge to sleep with something warm more frequently, the abrupt thought jogging loose some memories about contact information of some local repairvenlil I’d called before for one reason or another, along with the memory of the number I called before… napping with Jorge…
A great feeling of chagrin manifested along with my bloom while closing Jorge’s bathroom door behind me as I remembered the text beneath the schedule, ‘Extended working hours during emergency situations’, the aftermath of antimatter bombing definitely applied… especially since that Mrs. Bennet sounded so exhausted so soon after the supposed start of her work claw.
I decided to chalk up my lapse in judgement to have been due to how Jorge’s expression before he sealed himself in had left my thoughts racing and heart pounding in worry over him.
With my thoughts somewhat settled, I examined the strange toilet that had been installed, before throwing caution to the winds when the urgency I felt reasserted itself with force.
…
After closing the lid and washing my paws, I finally found what had to be the equivalent of the pulley and chain, a small, recessed button parted into 2 asymmetric parts on the top middle part behind the seat.
I pressed both parts at the same time just in case.
FWOOOSH
A small eep escaped me but was drowned out by the noises that were still coming from the strange toilet!
Finally, the ruckus ended, letting me calm down from the unexpected loudness. Wait, did that noise wak-
THUNK THUNK THUNK
A bigger eep escaped me as I jumped a little into the air; However this time it wasn’t drowned out by another noise.
“¿you ok in there?” I could barely make out Jorge’s voice through the door, like he was putting in the barest effort needed to speak.
“Y-yeah, j-just startled…” I opened the door as I trailed off, a sudden realization had me asking him a question, “I guess I know how It felt w-when I s-startled you h-huh?”
His normally expressive face remained still, the only reaction to my attempt at lightening the mood a brief exhale from his nose; He simply slipped past me as I left the bathroom and muttered something I didn’t quite hear just before shutting the door softly.
I went back to the bed and turned on his pad, after a few seconds of waiting for it to turn on, and a few more waiting for my translator to parse the strange [date and time] format the humans used (Honestly, who separated the [hours] and the [days/months] like that?) I felt a bit of relief as I sank a bit into the still warm bed.
According to the pad, I’d just taken a short nap, I still had plenty of time until my children came back home, hopefully I had enough time to actually have some kind of talk with Jorge.
I’d have to somehow get him to talk about last Paw’s… reaction of his, and find a way to convince him to talk about his family, It’d be good for him to recognize that pain, maybe he’d even hold onto it like me…
FWOOOSH
That thing that the humans called a toilet interrupted my train of thought before I could do more than think of the barest of ways I could breeze into such heavy topics, the small delay between the toilet’s sound, the groaning of water travelling to the faucet, and the door opening wasn’t even enough to get back on my mind’s [zephyr].
A quick focus on Jorge’s face made my determination start to breeze away a bit, it was much easier to think of how to talk to him when I couldn’t see just how heavily everything [to wear down like a long strong gale would] on him.
Jorge deflated slightly but visibly at how I apparently froze up at the sight of him.
“well, thanks, i… feel better, you can just… leave me be for now”
Jorge stood still, averting his eyes from me until he shrugged strangely after turning to look at the barricade, he then shuffled over and started to shift it to the side a bit, evidently wishing to put it back in place after I left.
“ah” he cleared his throat, “sorry, you can leave now” he returned to averting his eyes from looking at me and awkwardly motioned towards the wide opening he had made after dragging the barricade as he stepped away morosely.
“Jorge.” I paused to breathe; I’d managed to huff out his name just as I needed to exhale.
Jorge stood still for a moment before tentatively focusing on me, a strangely vulnerable expression sat on his face.
I patted the bed (an appropriate and proper distance away from me) with my tail before curling it away from the spot, he seemed to get the message and soon he had sat down beside me, brief moment of hesitation notwithstanding.
I turned my head towards him as I’d seen him do when talking, he flinched a little when his eyes met mine, closing them and averting his face, I reached out for his nearby claw with my tail and put it down gently on top.
I waited patiently for him to start talking; Thankfully the wait was short.
“this… ¿is this about… my reaction yesterday?”
“Yes,” I squeezed down on his claw softly with my tail in a comforting gesture, “I wanted to speak with you about that sooner, but for now…” another gentle squeeze, “I’m just glad you seem to be doing a little bit better.”
Silence enveloped us as Jorge seemed to mull over what I’d just said.
A small hint of a hunch had me examining him more closely, it seemed he was anxiously waiting for me to talk some more.
I chastised myself internally, ‘Of course he wasn’t going to be feeling very talkative…’, how could someone jump straight into talking about such a topic? It’d probably be better to start with other stuff and gauge things from there; With that my mind sifted through possible topics until one stood out.
“S-so, I kind of… used up a lot of your powdered ingredients… heh…” I took in his features, he seemed halfway here and halfway far away.
Maybe… Maybe if I somehow mentioned the call to remind him that there were more humans he could try talking to? Just in case he was getting tired of my clumsy attempts at talking with him…
“I, uh, didn’t think of asking Mrs. Bennet about their availability when I called her this Paw, s-sorry about that… b-but I’m sure they’ll get some more that you can use soon, right?”
That got a reaction, a small one, out of him; His eyes widened. It… felt wrong.
“o-oh, well, i’d better get started packing then…”
An impossibly heavy weight settled deep inside my stomach as he moved his claw out from under my frozen tail tip, my throat clenched up as Jorge got up and limply started wading to his bag.
I stared in mute horror as he dumped his clean body coverings into it, trying to communicate anything to him, and failing miserably as the sheer disbelief of just how horribly I had miscommunicated kept me frozen, while the pain and betrayal I could imagine him feeling kept my mind reeling.
He stopped just as he reached his bag, his claws clenched for a moment before he unclenched them slowly and turned around to look directly at me.
He’d shed more tears, his eyes were an ugly and fresher shade of red.
“y-you were waiting down here for me to wake up again just to have this conversation as soon as possible. ¿am i right?”
Th-this wasn’t supposed to go like this!
“I… I was-”
“I!” interrupted Jorge with an elevated tone of voice, “…Earlier, I woke up and went back to sleep a few times, I could see you sitting on the stairs, sometimes you and your pad would be missing, I kept thinking that maybe you were worried about me ¿you know?”
“I-” An intense look from him kept the rest of my response in my head; ‘I was!’ I wanted to plead.
“I guess you didn’t plan for me falling asleep after crying…” He trailed off and seemed to go into deep thought for a moment, before his eyes narrowed dangerously. “¿Did you just bring me that Atole to soften the blow?” He held up one of his claws towards me while making a stabbing motion with it, his voice came out as a much lower growl than normal from him. “¿Or was putting me to sleep part of the plan?”
My face felt as if I’d been hit by an icy gale. ‘Did he just insinua-?’
“You’re fucking heartless.” That last sentence from him was punctuated by a fresh set of tears from his eyes, though no sobbing came from him as he let himself fall backwards down onto the floor, like a puppet with its strings suddenly cut.
My heart was beating wildly, and my eyes stung from the horrible accusations that he was making, and from how I’d probably be doing just what he had said if this had happened a few days ago…
I gave myself a moment to recollect myself, I’d thought similar enough things when I was alone in the hospital after losing my family, not nearly as extreme but… my circumstances back then and his right now weren’t comparable.
I shuddered internally at how much worse I’d have fared if it had been Venlil Prime that had been attacked; I’d probably… I’d have tried to do what he tried last night…
With a sigh I focused consciously on Jorge, who was breathing a bit more steadily now, as I picked up the bottle and moved steadily towards his alert gaze.
I sat down in front of him and opened the bottle, he narrowed his eyes even further in response, making the redness and glistening more pronounced, the patches of fur above his eyes changed position as well; I didn’t quite know what it meant, but it couldn’t possibly have been from him feeling happy or at peace.
I pushed through the sense of fear that was starting to form from being under his stare and took in the rest of his body language… I readjusted my position and observed as he flinched away from me…
I slowly raised the bottle and drank; The patches of fur over his eyes returned to their normal position, overshot and stayed raised while the intensity of his stare diminished. Finally, he tilted his head ever so slightly.
After a few gulps more I stopped drinking and offered him the bottle, he still wasn’t accepting it; I wiped my lips and prepared to speak.
“…I wouldn’t do that to you…” A small quiver at the end made me trail off until I was certain my voice wouldn’t fail me. I wouldn’t do that now. “None of those things, I mean… Even after all I did… You gave me a chance…”
“When you put it like that…” Jorge wiped his eyes. “I mean, I don’t know what came over me…” He looked to the side and deflated a little.
“I understand… I was like this too…” A small shiver traveled through my spine, thinking about it always did… I ignored the shiver by standing up and offering him the bottle again, this time he grabbed it and drank deeply.
He trailed behind me, we sat down on opposite sides of the bed, him hugging his legs as he sat against the wall, and me with one leg over the edge of the bed with the other one crossed over it.
Dozens of starting points were flurrying in my head, I couldn’t decide on one, so I cleared my throat and let myself say whatever came out first.
“I’m married.” Jorge became extremely visibly confused. “I-I’m a Widow, I meant to say…” The familiar sting of pain grounded me as his expression changed into one I could recognize even from him, pity.
“He-”
Jorge’s expression softened even more, no longer out of pity, but out of understanding… of the pain we shared…
“It was my dad’s idea, he’s always wanted to have a big family homestead… when the latest batch of colonies were finally cleared for habitation he bought a plot immediately, my sister and her husband went with them first, then my brother and his wife, and finally me and…”
This whole talking thing was much harder than I thought… I cleared my throat; I couldn’t go on just omitting any names in my retelling…
“Krayla, that’s my mother’s name.” I paused, waiting for his reaction, he ‘nodded’ slowly, solemnly. “Tavk’io, my dad; Talnum, my b-brother; Tahyiya, m-my sister; …a-and Glim, m-my husband…”
I buried my head in my paws, this was too much…
A moment passed, I felt something brush against my tail; Opening my eyes I saw that it was Jorge’s claw, he patted the tip gently until his eyes met mine.
“Emiliano José Cauich Ayala, t-that’s my father’s name.” He paused to breathe and wiped his eyes. “Ixchel Paola Rojas Canul, that’s my mother’s name.”
We stayed in silence for a while longer, at least in my case recovering from the emotional toll that I had just gone through.
“S-shortly after we arrived at the colony,” I began. “I l-learned I was p-pregnant, G-Glim and I celebrated it with my family, we were going to name our baby after my brother and his wife, Kiyomi. It… It was something we had all come up with [years] before, everything was going just like we had dreamed and talked so much about…”
I squeezed my tail against myself, all those nights at the colony laughing and joking with each other about increasingly outlandish names (ones that we’d never use of course), gone just like that…
“G-Glim and Talnum were busy helping the colony expand by clearing new plots for development and as buffer zones, I helped around with Taylee and Talim when needed but I helped dad with the house most of the time; There were always things that needed to be taken care of after all. Th-then one day in the colony, I f-fainted while picking up Taylee and Talim from school, a f-few [weeks] after that… I had to be sent back here since the colony’s hospital had lost their last equipment shipment to an Arxur raid.” I paused and lowered my voice. “G-Glim stayed behind to take extra assignments, t-to cover expenses, h-he… he was… he was on his last pawful of shifts b-before leave wh-when…”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“…D-dad was at home looking after the kids, he’d sprained his leg while doing some maintenance, he called me early in the morning there, Talnum and Glim were in some kind of assignment together, and my mother had taken everyone else to get stuff from the market to prepare a farewell meal f-for Glim…” And after that… “The call disconnected abruptly, it had happened before so I… I j-joked to m-myself a-and the nurse that it was p-probably j-just the signal failing because I wasn’t there to maintain things p-properly…”
Tears started forming in my eyes again, Jorge shuffled closer, put his soft claw on my shoulder and gave a light squeeze, his warmth spread throughout me.
“…A few claws later I learnt the truth, that the colony had been raided and that the shelter had been breached, shortly after that, I… I lost my…” I did my best to look him directly in his eyes. “After that… I started planning how to get to the hospital’s roof…” There, a glint of recognition and pain in his eyes. “I was just waiting for the rescue fleet to finish up there, just in case, thankfully… my dad hid Taylee and Talim in one of the [Kitchen] cabinets after taking down the family pictures, since he couldn’t take them to the shelter, he… Taylee told me that he… he begged her to keep quiet before closing the cabinet. She stayed in there with Talim for I don’t even know how long… She… She hasn’t talked about it ever again.”
Another squeeze, then silence and cold as he retracted his claw back towards him, his face turning to another side while taking on some kind of thoughtful intensity.
“S-So… What I’ve been trying to say was… I kind of understand what you’re going through… A-and if you want to talk… I-I’m here?”
A small ‘nod’, and more silence. My eyes were beginning to feel heavy again, that nap hadn’t been enough it seemed.
Jorge harrumphed, causing a bolt of wakefulness to course through me as he began speaking, filling in the silence that had fallen on the room.
“…I don’t think I’m ready yet…” His face turned towards me once more. “But… thank you, for sharing, and for worrying about me, I… If you hadn’t been there when I drifted into and out of sleep…” His eyes widened in a flash. “Wait. ¿You haven’t slept right? ¿Are you feeling OK?”
“I-I t-took a nap after you f-fell asleep…” B-beneath him… “Y-you left a lot of space…” He did, but I couldn’t get to it from under his legs…
“Good, good…” His eyes flicked between me and the door. “Well… I suppose you’ve got stuff to do now. ¿Am I right?” Somehow, the expression that sat now on his face felt forced in a way. I kept quiet as I rummaged through my memories of The Aftermath.
Of course, he was trying to get me out to wallow in peace, just as I did…
That was the last thing he needed right now.
I needed to find a way to get him out of this room…
“Actually… I’m free until my kids get back, I’m used to taking care of chores quickly.”
“Right…” Jorge seemed to slowly steel himself, if I didn’t interrupt me, he’d just ask me to leave directly…
I tried to think faster, but the drowsiness was returning in force, it was no use… Unless…
“H-Hey!” My exclamation startled him, I pressed on to keep the momentum strong. “I uh, I kind of went through my whole supply of [shade root] tea to stay awake…” I didn’t. “And… I don’t really want to drink more energy drinks this Paw, I don’t suppose you have something to stay awake with you?”
Jorge blinked, again, once more, and again one last time before responding.
“¿I… think I have some coffee I could make?” He tilted his head
“Sounds perfect! Would you please make me some?” I stood up before he could even answer, reached for his idle claw and tugged at it towards me; He stood up in what seemed like a daze out of reflex.
We spent the next few [minutes] browsing the intact shelf, whatever this coffee was, it wasn’t there, the tentatively positive mood that had formed cracked a little as Jorge looked at the shelf barricade before he trudged over to it, stopping beside it where he gestured at vaguely with his claw.
We stepped past the barricade, tried not to look at each other, failed, shuffled in place for a moment and began sifting through the items strewn about the floor in an unspoken agreement.
It wasn’t long until I found myself holding a container that my translator insisted was labeled ‘Instant Coffee’. “Hey,” I started while turning, “is this the ri-” Jorge was looking intensely at something on the floor, I followed his gaze and saw it, the broken remains of the flame projector.
“J-Jorge?” I extended my tail cautiously towards his arm, his claws ceased to strain against themselves following the subtle flinch he had when the tip of my tail made contact with him.
I gave him the ‘Instant Coffee’ I was holding and scooped up the remains to dispose of them properly this time; Jorge held up the container and murmured an affirmation at me, I gestured for him to lead the way and proceeded to follow him to the [kitchen].
I raced my way directly to the trash container, separated the single-use fuel cannister from the remains I was holding, and dumped the inert bits inside; I’d have to take this last part to a proper disposal collection point in town some other time. For now, I glanced at Jorge and tucked it into a discreet spot in the cabinets when he wasn’t looking. Only after that did I notice what a mess I’d made up here despite my best efforts at cleaning up…
Jorge’s eyes were scanning all over the [kitchen], taking in every splotch, every spill and every crusted over utensil I’d used, he lingered noticeably longer on the open and haphazardly arranged containers of his that I had used, finally he stared at the Vanilla Extract bottle with a soft expression, it was the only container that had remained completely spotless and didn’t have a significant amount of its contents drained.
Yet another unreadable expression had settled on his face as he took a big pot and barely put any water in it, the other more reasonably sized ones just too dirty to deal with quickly, before putting it to boil on the [stove top].
“Uh…” He shifted his weight from one leg to the other a few times. “I… never did thank you for the drink earlier ¿Didn’t I?”
“N-no but there’s no ne-”
The patches of fur above his eyes furrowed together.
“You… mentioned before that you entered the program for money…” He looked confused. “¿Why didn’t you just… ask for me to be picked up? You’d have gotten someone else in no time… Hell, I’d still understand if you did it now. You don’t have to go through all this trouble for me.” The confused expression deepened as he gestured at the messy remains around us.
“…”
He was waiting for an answer.
“I… w-well I d-did enter for the money… b-but… I don’t want to just replace you… I like being around you. I d-don’t know if we’re there yet… But I’d like to be… f-friends! W-with you someday…” Oh Protector, I couldn’t be more obvious unless I just came out and said it…
“Well for what it’s worth… Thank you Tayla, you don’t know what that means to me right now.” He was looking directly at me, with raw emotion and palpable aliveness, my face started to feel as if I was standing under sunlight…
“I-It was the l-least I could d-do…” It was worth it even though he didn’t seem to understand quite what I accidentally meant before…
I was spared from further embarrassment by the pot of water sizzling violently behind Jorge who turned around in a blur to turn the heat off, while he did that I grabbed two (clean) mugs and set them down near him, though I didn’t move my paws quite fast enough as his claw brushed against me while he moved the mugs closer to him to pour the water on them.
He let the water cool down a little as he put his sugar and ‘Instant Coffee’ containers close to the mugs; He poured the less-than-boiling water into the mugs, stirred in a measure of ‘Instant Coffee’ and a measure of sugar as well.
He passed me a mug with a cryptic warning. “If it’s not to your taste, let me know.” Then he grabbed the other one, sipped a little and waited.
The mischievous glint in his eyes left me no choice, I’d have to play along for now; I raised the mug and sipped…
SPEH
WHY WAS EVERYTHING THESE HUMANS HAD SO BITTER?
I futilely attempted to remove the grimace from my face; Strangely, the roar of laughter I expected was nowhere to be heard, I found myself looking at Jorge with some amount of concern, though the clear, if understated, smile he sported calmed me down somewhat.
Wordlessly, Jorge reached for my mug and the can of powdered coconut milk, he then proceeded to mix in a little of it in both mugs, turning the liquid from a dark oily brown to a much lighter tone. Finally he mixed in a single drop of his Vanilla Extract in each mug and gave me back mine.
I gave him the best glare I could manage as I pouted at him, he took a deep drink from his own mug and held it up for me to examine.
With a sigh I tried mine again.
Warm. Flowery. Smooth. Bitter but not too much, like a perfectly harvested root. But most importantly of all, I could feel myself waking slightly more already, whether it was just self-suggestion or the drink having an effect so soon I couldn’t tell.
Once more, the reaction I expected from Jorge was missing, this time he seemed to be lost in thought, staring at a distant point in the air.
I took a moment to examine him, whatever he was thinking, it was starting to fester. It’d be better to get him talking “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“It’s no-” He shook his head. “It’s just… I… my dad… he liked to drink his without adding anything, no sugar, no… coconut milk…, and… me and mom used to tease him about it…” He was retreating into himself once more.
I kept drinking my coffee; There had to be something else I could talk with him about…
Jorge straightened up, something about his posture, about the way he held himself had changed.
“Say… Tayla… ¿Can I ask you for a favor?” Despite the confidence he exuded he was running one of his claws over the back of his mug repeatedly.
“W-what kind of favor?”
“There’s something I want, no, something I need to make for the end of the [month], and… I’m going to need your help getting the stuff, I’d just ask you to get it all for me, but honestly that wouldn’t be right.”
“O-ok, but you still haven’t told me what the favor is?”
“I need to buy flowers, candles, a good tablecloth, and see what dishes I can actually make here that’d be good enough.”
“W-What for?” W-Was he? My heart was beating wildly in a peculiar mix of elation, nervousness and apprehension.
“I’m going to make an Altar for Day of the Dead (Día de Muertos), it’s the least I can do for my family all the way over here.”
W-
Wh-
WHAT?
2023.06.06 04:59 JammingScientist Is it better to date non-STEM guys as a black woman?
I've never had any luck whatsoever ever with men, and am basically a khhv in my mid 20s. I'm hoping to end the cycle, and I'm wondering if the fact that I'm around engineers/scientists/med students/etc is making it even harder for me to date. I'm currently working on my PhD in biomedical engineering with a focus on Electrical engineering and computer science, so I'm around a lot of very science-heavy people. I feel like a lot of them only like Asian and white women, and it's kinda weird being one of the only black people in my classes (if not THE only black person). It doesn't help that all of the engineering and science buildings are in the same location, and it's right next to the medical facilities where there are med students, dentistry, PA students, etc. So I'm basically around these types of ppl all day long. I think many of them dont have much contact with black women, and since they also tend to have zero emotional intelligence, they seem to be horrible choices, are rude af, and don't even treat me as a human since I'm ugly as well.
I'm wondering if I'll have better luck if I somehow branch out and go for non-STEM guys. Idk how I'll find em...maybe I'll go sit in the law school at my university and study in there lol. It won't help for sure, since I'll still be ugly, but I'm wondering if that will make things a little easier since guys in more "creative" fields tend to be more well-rounded, tend to be around a more diverse set of ppl, are kinder, etc.
Anyone notice a difference between going for non-STEM guys vs STEM ones?
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I'm wondering if I'll have better luck if I somehow branch out and go for non-STEM guys. Idk how I'll find em...maybe I'll go sit in the law school at my university and study in there lol. It won't help for sure, since I'll still be ugly, but I'm wondering if that will make things a little easier since guys in more "creative" fields tend to be more well-rounded, tend to be around a more diverse set of ppl, are kinder, etc.
Anyone notice a difference between going for non-STEM guys vs STEM ones?
2023.06.06 04:58 Dizezed June 12th-18th - The Big Bear Brouhaha
As many of you probably know, on and around June 12th many subreddits will be going dark to protest Reddit's upcoming API changes. These changes will basically kill 3rd party apps like Apollo, Reddit is Fun, etc.
I've been on Reddit for 10+ years and have been using RIF for almost as long. It's the only way I use Reddit now and I won't be going back to desktop or getting the official app. So I'm using this to break the addiction and leave Reddit for good.
SO. Starting Monday, June 12th and going through Sunday night June 18th, this subreddit will be not be going dark. It will instead be a finale!
A week to post all of your best Bears with Views! Memes (of the bear variety) are now allowed and reposts are fine! I still encourage providing a source if you can!
Sunday night at midnight eastern time, I will turn submissions off forever. So instead of deleting this, it will become a shrine for all our Bears With Views!
I want to thank everyone for being a member of this community, even if it seems like it dies for years at a time. I originally created this as a joke and I never imagined that hundreds of people would join and it would become an actual subreddit.
So thank you all and get those BearwithaView pictures ready for the Big Bear Brouhaha!
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I've been on Reddit for 10+ years and have been using RIF for almost as long. It's the only way I use Reddit now and I won't be going back to desktop or getting the official app. So I'm using this to break the addiction and leave Reddit for good.
SO. Starting Monday, June 12th and going through Sunday night June 18th, this subreddit will be not be going dark. It will instead be a finale!
A week to post all of your best Bears with Views! Memes (of the bear variety) are now allowed and reposts are fine! I still encourage providing a source if you can!
Sunday night at midnight eastern time, I will turn submissions off forever. So instead of deleting this, it will become a shrine for all our Bears With Views!
I want to thank everyone for being a member of this community, even if it seems like it dies for years at a time. I originally created this as a joke and I never imagined that hundreds of people would join and it would become an actual subreddit.
So thank you all and get those BearwithaView pictures ready for the Big Bear Brouhaha!
2023.06.06 04:58 Boorok12 Check out my new DeadGods and y00tys NFTs! 👀
I’m super stoked to show you my new NFTs that I got from bridging my #DeGods and #y00ts from Solana to Ethereum and Polygon!
DeGods and y00ts are two of the coolest NFT collections out there, featuring animated avatars of gods and yetis with different traits and backgrounds. They recently announced that they would be migrating to new blockchains and launching new collections: DeadGods on Ethereum and y00tys on Polygon.
I decided to bridge my DeGods and y00ts to the new chains and get some of the new NFTs. And boy, am I glad I did! The new NFTs look amazing! They have new animations, colors, effects, and styles that make them stand out from the crowd.
Here are some of the NFTs that I got:
What do you think of my new NFTs? Do you have any DeadGods or y00tys? Share them with me in the comments!#DeadGods #y00tys #NFT #Ethereum #Polygon #Discord
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DeGods and y00ts are two of the coolest NFT collections out there, featuring animated avatars of gods and yetis with different traits and backgrounds. They recently announced that they would be migrating to new blockchains and launching new collections: DeadGods on Ethereum and y00tys on Polygon.
I decided to bridge my DeGods and y00ts to the new chains and get some of the new NFTs. And boy, am I glad I did! The new NFTs look amazing! They have new animations, colors, effects, and styles that make them stand out from the crowd.
Here are some of the NFTs that I got:
- A DeadGod with a skull mask, a flaming sword, a black robe, and a hell background. He looks badass!
- A y00ty with a pink fur, a unicorn horn, a rainbow scarf, and a candy land background. She looks adorable!
- A DeadGod with a zombie face, a chainsaw, a leather jacket, and a graveyard background. He looks scary!
- A y00ty with a blue fur, a pirate hat, a hook hand, and a treasure island background. He looks adventurous!
What do you think of my new NFTs? Do you have any DeadGods or y00tys? Share them with me in the comments!#DeadGods #y00tys #NFT #Ethereum #Polygon #Discord
2023.06.06 04:58 SF_Cuddler 38 [M4F] #SanFrancisco - Cuddle buddy wanted!
I'd like to meet your affectionate side shining at her full, supernova 🌟 strength. The inner cuddler that enjoys being held, finds relaxation in traced skin, and demands more than the mediocre or indifferent experiences the randomness of dating might provide. A craving for affection and closeness, met with enthusiasm and nurtured, in an environment that makes you comfortable enough to be affectionately expressive without holding back.
I've had some quality cuddle buddies in the past and I'm hopeful it can happen again. Past cuddle buddies have enjoyed:
Cuddling is not just foreplay or after care, but its own affectionate adventure to be nurtured and encouraged. I'd like to awaken your inner cuddler, appreciate her, and create comfort to pursue your affectionate cravings.
You should bathe regularly, realize when your many layers of clothing can be abrasive or inhibiting, recognize when your extra long hair presents a choking hazard, and be a generally easy-going person. Ideally we'd like each other enough to cuddle more than once, getting more comfortable with time and exposure.
I've developed an appreciation for expressive cuddlers and flowing affection. Curious if a good cuddle buddy is possible? Reach out and say hi!
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I've had some quality cuddle buddies in the past and I'm hopeful it can happen again. Past cuddle buddies have enjoyed:
- Reconnecting with her affectionate side, sometimes repressed or dormant after being under appreciated in past relationships
- Slowing down a busy world and escaping into a set of arms for relaxation and connection
- Revealing affectionate preferences she never realized existed, such as how she likes to be held and when she feels most relaxed
Cuddling is not just foreplay or after care, but its own affectionate adventure to be nurtured and encouraged. I'd like to awaken your inner cuddler, appreciate her, and create comfort to pursue your affectionate cravings.
You should bathe regularly, realize when your many layers of clothing can be abrasive or inhibiting, recognize when your extra long hair presents a choking hazard, and be a generally easy-going person. Ideally we'd like each other enough to cuddle more than once, getting more comfortable with time and exposure.
I've developed an appreciation for expressive cuddlers and flowing affection. Curious if a good cuddle buddy is possible? Reach out and say hi!
2023.06.06 04:58 Purple_Waffle Looking for some missing volumes from the Harvard Classics
There were some boxes on Highland Drive labeled “free” that contained the 50+1 volumes of the “Harvard Classics, Five Foot Shelf of Books”. It looks like 7 of the volumes were missing when I grabbed them.
Specifically 2, 11, 14, 16, 17, 22, and 37 were missing.
If you happen to have them, I’d love to get my hands on the full set :) thanks!!
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Specifically 2, 11, 14, 16, 17, 22, and 37 were missing.
If you happen to have them, I’d love to get my hands on the full set :) thanks!!
2023.06.06 04:57 Evil_Kittie ADC input reading 0 at seemingly random times
i have a simple loop running on core 1 async def keyboardControl(): while True: GPIO.light.office_cache=GPIO.light.office() # office=ADC(28).read_u16 if 8000 < GPIO.light.office_cache < 12000: pass elif GPIO.light.office_cache < 10000: GPIO.light.keyboard.on() else: GPIO.light.keyboard.off() await sleep(1)
about every 15 min core 1 will send data to my server when doing so it dumps GPIO.light.office_cache into a json string, several times now i have noticed it shows me 0, how is it possible for this to return 0?
3.3v (AMS1117 LDO) -> 680ohm (1%) -> photocell -> GP28 -> 5.6Kohm (5%) -> ground
is the only explanation the photocell having a loose connection? (this is on a soldered breadboard)
i know the photo cell will read close to 600 kohm when it has been dark long enough, is that enough to get a legit 0 value
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about every 15 min core 1 will send data to my server when doing so it dumps GPIO.light.office_cache into a json string, several times now i have noticed it shows me 0, how is it possible for this to return 0?
3.3v (AMS1117 LDO) -> 680ohm (1%) -> photocell -> GP28 -> 5.6Kohm (5%) -> ground
is the only explanation the photocell having a loose connection? (this is on a soldered breadboard)
i know the photo cell will read close to 600 kohm when it has been dark long enough, is that enough to get a legit 0 value
2023.06.06 04:57 Jaded_Marsupial_ Power steering hose blew off
 | I finally got my F100 4x4 project moving under its own power, but I blew the line off the pressure side of the steering box when I turned to full lock. submitted by Jaded_Marsupial_ to LSSwapTheWorld [link] [comments] I'm not sure if it was too much pressure, or a problem with the line/fitting. Engine is a 2004 4.8. The power steering box is unknown as the guy who makes the kit is secretive. He acts like you are trying to copy his kits, so he won't give any information. I have tried to search the box based on numbers on the casting, but haven't had much luck. What is the thought on this? too much pressure or volume? Do In need to regulate either one of those? or just a fitting/line fitting? I'm not sure of the brand of the line and fitting, it was extra laying around the shop. Fitting must be pretty cheap, it started as black and got sun bleached to it's current color since it was installed in December. https://preview.redd.it/okp3wjhyab4b1.jpg?width=3024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9691d392405c9b6ccde91770a5851e6d9b4f1633 https://preview.redd.it/c96da001bb4b1.jpg?width=3024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=77c5bbe5eb974042737f6e191425e8310f32fdbc https://preview.redd.it/v84eqto2bb4b1.jpg?width=3024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4c380c6b94e591bbb17cda5a5a98fcdf25257423 |
2023.06.06 04:57 oksnariel Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouis scared the shit out of me
I read a lot of horror, but I have never read a book that genuinely scared me. I think a lot of horror I read is horrific and build on shock factor and weirdness, but nothing has creeped me out or unsettled me like this book has.
spoilers below
I have always been freaked out by aliens and humanoid figures. If someone was to ask me “what are you scared of is hiding in the dark” I always picture a tall, slender like creature. The scene where they see the jack-o-lantern faced lady standing in that room freaked me the fuck out. Then when it reached out from the well and that loud music was playing, I had to put the book down because my anxiety was so high. When they discovered those writings about themselves from the scientists that went missing in the 70’s I was losing my shit.
Something about this book focusing on the idea that we as humans are nothing but atoms, we do not matter, and we are being watched by other beings gave me the heebie jeebies. I literally couldn’t sleep.
I will say I really enjoyed the “house of leaves” inspired labyrinth at the end, but I was disappointed in the direction the book took. I was so happy with the unsettling weirdness of the alien like entities and the possibility of our main characters being an experiment for them, but what I got instead was more, basic? I still enjoyed the ending, it is my cup of tea, but I was really hoping it would take it somewhere completely different.
Anyway, with all that said, do you guys have any recommendations for books that have this same sort of vibe? I think this was my first delve into cosmic horror and I would love to try more, especially if it has creepy ass alien creatures or something like the entities in this book!
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spoilers below
I have always been freaked out by aliens and humanoid figures. If someone was to ask me “what are you scared of is hiding in the dark” I always picture a tall, slender like creature. The scene where they see the jack-o-lantern faced lady standing in that room freaked me the fuck out. Then when it reached out from the well and that loud music was playing, I had to put the book down because my anxiety was so high. When they discovered those writings about themselves from the scientists that went missing in the 70’s I was losing my shit.
Something about this book focusing on the idea that we as humans are nothing but atoms, we do not matter, and we are being watched by other beings gave me the heebie jeebies. I literally couldn’t sleep.
I will say I really enjoyed the “house of leaves” inspired labyrinth at the end, but I was disappointed in the direction the book took. I was so happy with the unsettling weirdness of the alien like entities and the possibility of our main characters being an experiment for them, but what I got instead was more, basic? I still enjoyed the ending, it is my cup of tea, but I was really hoping it would take it somewhere completely different.
Anyway, with all that said, do you guys have any recommendations for books that have this same sort of vibe? I think this was my first delve into cosmic horror and I would love to try more, especially if it has creepy ass alien creatures or something like the entities in this book!
2023.06.06 04:57 HoodieDisqus [USA-CA] [H] 2020 Razer Blade 15 in [W] PayPal
Selling my 2020 Razer Blade 15 in. It is in great condition and works with zero issues. Been using it for a year and haven't encountered any problems. Upgrading to a newer Blade though so decided to sell this one. The charging block is a bit scuffed up though.
Here are the exact specs:
Intel Core i7-10750H 6-Core, NVIDIA GeForce GTX 1660 Ti, 15.6" FHD 1080p 120Hz, 16GB RAM, 1 TB SSD*, Windows 11
*I removed the 256 gb ssd and instead added 2 500 gb ssd of faster storage
Also has a matte black D brand skin on top as the laptop was a bit of a fingerprint magnet. I can remove this before shipping if requested.
Price: $700
Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/msCHrQl
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Here are the exact specs:
Intel Core i7-10750H 6-Core, NVIDIA GeForce GTX 1660 Ti, 15.6" FHD 1080p 120Hz, 16GB RAM, 1 TB SSD*, Windows 11
*I removed the 256 gb ssd and instead added 2 500 gb ssd of faster storage
Also has a matte black D brand skin on top as the laptop was a bit of a fingerprint magnet. I can remove this before shipping if requested.
Price: $700
Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/msCHrQl
2023.06.06 04:56 Awesome0Sauce Keep a journal/diary
Hear me out.
One of the most frustrating things for anthropologists is when groups of people don't record stuff. Diary's and journals are like gold to future anthropologists because they are first-hand accounts for the minutia of life in an era. The small details can alter the inpression of a society in huge ways, but we rarely know the small details because many people don't write them down.
Take for example middle America. There are ancient texts referencing a powerful creator god that was such a well-known and integral part of life for their people that information about that god was considered common knowledge. Because of that, we have so little to speculate what domains this deity controled and what aspects about it were worshipped. Or all the information we don't have about the dark ages because the common folk were never taught to read and write. We only have the heavily biased account of the ruling class (the old catholic church) to go on. A salt shaker without salt is a total mystery to a civilization that doesn't have them. To learn that there was one in every household could be misinterpreted as any number of unrelated things. But all it takes is one person to describe a salt shaker in a sentence, and a whole part of life can be unveiled.
Also, writing about stuff in your life improves your memory and can help de-stress (no I will not provide sources, look it up yourselves)
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One of the most frustrating things for anthropologists is when groups of people don't record stuff. Diary's and journals are like gold to future anthropologists because they are first-hand accounts for the minutia of life in an era. The small details can alter the inpression of a society in huge ways, but we rarely know the small details because many people don't write them down.
Take for example middle America. There are ancient texts referencing a powerful creator god that was such a well-known and integral part of life for their people that information about that god was considered common knowledge. Because of that, we have so little to speculate what domains this deity controled and what aspects about it were worshipped. Or all the information we don't have about the dark ages because the common folk were never taught to read and write. We only have the heavily biased account of the ruling class (the old catholic church) to go on. A salt shaker without salt is a total mystery to a civilization that doesn't have them. To learn that there was one in every household could be misinterpreted as any number of unrelated things. But all it takes is one person to describe a salt shaker in a sentence, and a whole part of life can be unveiled.
Also, writing about stuff in your life improves your memory and can help de-stress (no I will not provide sources, look it up yourselves)