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Alright, I'm prepared to sound like a complete idiot here... BUT... in my defense, I teach 2nd grade, and thus, the math skills bar is set low. (Seriously, why am I still teaching time on an analog clock?)
My FET was May 24 with a 5-day embryo.
Beta 1 was June 5 (12dp5dt). 791 was my score (Wait, do we call it a score?)
Beta 2 was today (14dp5dt). My score was 2430.
The nurse scheduled my ultrasound for June 20th, so 13 days from today.
Here's where I'm confused... how many weeks along will I be on June 20? I thought you had to be 6 weeks to hear a heartbeat, so if I'm doing my math right, isn't this ultrasound at 4 weeks? Do they look for something else besides the heartbeat? I thought that was the purpose of the first US.
Your answers, as always are appreciated, and if you want to admit to me that you didn't understand all this when you first started, that's appreciated also. (It's better feeling dumb with others.)

Any places that are open after 12? It's okay even if it's any small shop which sells lays chips 😭. I wanna get something but no place is open near me. So if u guys can say a place I'll go with my scooty. Nearby places to me is dwarakanagar.

I never even really drank at all until the whole craft beer scene came around in my late 20s. In my city (Indianapolis) at the time, we had an awesome beer scene with lots of cool people, cool spaces in old buildings that used to be abandoned, and it just felt... I don't know... so.... hip. We'd get growlers of beer, ride our bikes around, explore abandoned buildings, bar hop all night on our bikes, and generally just howl at the moon in a way that I had never experienced before. I wish I could look back on it with anything but fondness, but frankly, I can't. It was probably the coolest I ever was in my life.
We often talk about playing the tape forward on here. And in this sense, I wish I could have played the tape waaaay forward to see what effect alcohol would have on my life. Now, I never came to sobriety from a place of a huge problem, but there were definitely areas of my life that were not what they could be because of alcohol. And in your 40s, that shit just isn't as cool. Another post mentioned paying $23.99 for a four pack of IPA... I was totally that guy. Just fucking take my money, you hipster tap room manager with the giant discs in your ears! Roll your eyes, treat me like shit, but this shit makes me cool, dammit!
I can really almost chart a graph of my drinking habits and the rise and decline of craft beer. Many of the breweries are closing up shop and I've decided that I'm done with drinking... done with hangovers... done with hooking up with tap room flies (although fuck... that part I do kinda miss NGL)... done with throwing away huge sums of money on the next chocolate lavender infused bourbon barrel aged gin blossom stout organically grown with fair trade ingredients from hops that are blessed my monks.
But all the snark and silliness aside... I've often talked on here about my own issues with self esteem, and those years riding fixed gear bikes around the city and knowing all the tap rooms really well made me feel cool AF. And, frankly, giving that up has made me feel like I'm confronting my own feelings about myself now that I don't have a cool urban-living craft beer guy persona to cling onto, which is why I feel like this whole sobriety thing is brave AF. There's no more persona to cling to... no more external validation from how you think people see you... just you and your own thoughts and actions about yourself... laid bare with only your sober mind to process them all... learning to love and respect yourself for who you really are... not some image that you think you project.
Really, I'm just throwing this out there if anyone identifies with it... It seems like there are a lot of us who got really into alcohol only with the craft beer wave of the late 2000s.

10/10 for avoiding the guards….. Cayo you nearly caught me but not this time old friend.
See you soon Rubio -_-

As day turned to dusk, the reality of the situation Mike had found himself in was starting to dawn on him. It was already established he was in monster central, and in another world, and alone, and had no idea what was going on around him, but after the initial need of not getting spotted and probably mauled was satisfied, a whole new slew of problems were arrayed before him. Where would he eat? Drink? Sleep? If he injured himself, where could he get medical supplies? Where was he going? How could he get back home?
Could he get back home?
A stiff wind blew around him and stole the heat from his body, leaving him cold in an encroaching dark. 'How do I know I can even get back?' besides knowing it existed, Mike knew nothing about magic. He was fairly certain that kobold had sent him back the first time, but by the looks of it they had also summoned him in the first place. Something else pulled him in the second time, so there was a very real chance that he wouldn't be able to do anything. 'and of course, that all comes before the fact I have no idea how to find the little lizard.' Mike ducked into an alley to avoid some kind of flying fish as he considered his situation. Hopeless as it was, finding a needle in a haystack was the only option to present itself, so he reluctantly chose his only option.
Things hit an all time low as Michael sat under a bridge that would serve as his shelter for the night. Sure, there were plenty of haunted houses to choose from, but they all ran the risk of him being found by the monsters that lived in monster city. The bridge was a solid piece of work, being composed mostly of concrete and some kind of wood, and it passed over a wide river that was pretty turbulent for its size. Mike was suprised by the lack of metal, but it seemed to be holding up well enough so he let it go.
Slinging off his backpack, Michael decided to occupy himself by taking stock of his inventory and situation. Laying everything out, he had:
The gym clothes he was wearing, just a tee shirt and shorts. They were sweaty, dirty and didn't cover much
His regular clothes, thick jeans, another tee shirt and an over shirt
His phone, which had no service and 67% battery life. 'yeah, let's turn on airplane mode and the battery saver.' it wouldn't last long, but the calculator, flashlight, stopwatch, notepad and compass tools could all be useful.
Earphones, 'ha! I downloaded all my songs and can listen to them forever if I find a charger! Suck on that Spotify elitists!'
Shoes, nothing special about them
A bag of chocolates that monsters think they're too good for
An almost empty water bottle. 'pro tip, if you're lost in the desert, conserve sweat, not water.' Remembering that bit of survival trivia, he downed the last few gulps.
His pocket knife, score! The salesman had told him this thing could withstand his own weight on the blade, and Mike had really put it through its paces to confirm that claim. It was also a swiss army knife and had several tools in it, even a firestarter! That alone tripled his chances out here.
His wallet, full of useless bills, coins and cards
A gym membership, also useless
Ankle and wrist weights, with detachable pieces of metal to change the weight. 'Should I keep these on or off?' On one hand, he would like to be as physically capable as possible for whatever was coming, and the constant work out would only help with that, but on the other, they would slow him down and tire him out. Not good without a food source. He took them off for now.
And a gym bag, which is always good to have.
The first thing Mike did was change back onto his normal clothes. They would keep him a little warmer and weren't so smelly, which would be good for werewolves that might sniff him out. Walking down to the river, it seemed clear, so he filled his bottle - he could always not drink it later - and began washing the gym clothes.
As he scrubbed his mind moved onto the situation he was in. Another world, monsters, magic and local superpowers are all established. Judging by the state of things, that being the ruins and monsters, this was probably once a thriving nation that had since been overrun and was now populated with the monsters that did so. The biggest concern that came out of that was that this clearly hadn't been a medieval society. True, just about everything was alien to him but he could recognize a TV screen or a car, this place was just as if not more advanced than earth, and they still got wiped out by monsters.
As Mike started wringing out his shorts, his introspection was interrupted when he heard voices overhead. He immediately stopped and turned his head up. It was getting dark by now and whatever was above him had a light, he couldn't understand what the two, no three voices were saying, but he didn't like the tone or the fact that the light source seemed to be getting closer to the side of the bridge. He tensed, and slowly put his sopping clothes into his bag as quietly as he could.
With a loud grunt, whoever has the light jumped over the edge of the bridge, still out of view behind a support but that was as close as he was willing to get. Mike took off as fast as he could in the opposite direction of the ravine the bridge crossed. The ones still on the bridge pulled out another light and called out to the one on the ground, who growled a response back. 'crap, crap, crap!' rang through Mike's head as he put on more speed, the sounds of pursuit not far behind. Between the weights and wet clothes, Michael was worried he might have to ditch his bag again, but it wasn't weighing him down nearly as much as the thought it should. 'just wish adrenaline would come this easy at the gym!' he was making good speed all things considered and was glad to hear his pursuer falling behind.
His hopes of escape were shattered however as one of them proved able to fly, because he heard a screech overhead and saw a silhouette giving away his position! Come on, that's not fair! He had to lose the little cheater and soon, otherwise the others could just run him down at their leisure! Mike turned, slipping on the grassy turf as he aimed to go back in the city. If the universe would just throw him a bone for once, there wouldn't be many other monsters, and he could shake these jerks.
He ducked into an alley, left onto a street before swinging behind some buildings again. Looking up he could still see that cheeky little spy plane was still on him, and from the sounds of the voices, the ones on foot were taking a direct route instead of weaving around, they were closing in. Thanking the universe for actually not putting other monsters in his way, Mike ducked into another alley and saw what he was looking for; a dumpster (he assumed) right under an open window. The only issue was the chain link fence between him and it. 'Really though, who sets up a fence right in an alley like this?' another call from above reminded him of his situation. 'right, deal with it now, ponder neighbors who probably hated each other later.' despite his dismay at the obstacle, he practically leapt over the fence, which was at least 6 feet tall. Adrenaline was one hell of a drug, but there was no way he could do that!
He mentally stored that away as well as he hopped on the dumpster and into the window, waited a couple seconds and hopped back out. He couldn't see the spy anymore which meant they couldn't see him either. He just managed to crawl down a basement window of a building on the other side of the alley before his pursuers burst into the alley as well.
Watching through the window, Michael finally got a good look at the one on foot. That was a big guy, like 8 feet tall and built like a truck kind of big. He was the one with the light in his hand, a glowing ball that floated in his palm, and it cast a rather terrifying shadow over his crocodilian face. He was a crocodile man, no other way about it. Thick tail, heavy green scales that are more yellow on the underside, whatever you're imagining is probably right. The teeth didn't look too sharp but they made up for that in size and number. Besides, if he was anything like earth crocs he had enough bite force to make gums probably work.
Mike was thanking his lucky stars he hadn't been caught when suddenly a second head popped out from behind the first, and he realized the croc had a bucket strapped to his back with something poking out of it. After a bit of chatter, a second creature slithered out of the bucket and onto the ground. It was... Strange to say the least.
The creature stood at four feet tall, and was clearly an aquatic being, being covered in fins from head to toe to tail, along with burgundy scales so small he might've mistaken them for skin. Looking at its head it was decidedly a moray, with a mouth full of sharp teeth and an eels... Tail? Body? Let's say tail, coming out of the back of its head. Or would it be a humanoid body coming out of the moray's neck? 'This thing is weird to look at! Why do you need two bodies!?' Michael mentally screamed at the merfolk. He was just getting a grip on his mental image of it when the merfolk threw a wrench into his poor brains attempt to understand it, by flying. Well ok it wasn't flying flying, but with a little hop and spreading its wing-like fins it was able to glide along while hardly touching the ground. 'well this just keeps getting less and less fair.'
A call from above, undoubtedly from their flier, probably told Mr. Crocodile that Mike was in the building that he double backed out of, because his made some growling sounds of their own before he and the merfolk entered in through the window. Mike released a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding and took a look around the room he was in. It was dark in here, with only a bit of light coming from the twilight of a single window, but he could see place was almost empty, with little more than the occasional rug or bit of furniture that had been strewn about and a bit of debris by the stairs.
Seeing his way out, he ran to the stairs before noticing that there was more debris in the way than he saw in the dark. Turning on the flashlight on his phone, his hopes were dashed as he saw that the upper floor had caved in, blocking his access out. He hadn't seen the flier come down to enter the other building, so they were most likely keeping overwatch in case he tried to give them the slip, which he already kinda had, but he needed to make the same trick to work twice, and that always goes well.
Peeking out the window, Mike caught sight of what he assumed to be the flier making rounds overhead. There were only a few seconds on the far side that line of sight was broken, not enough time to run, but there were other hiding spots. Taking a chance, Mike crawled back out of the window as soon as the flier was out of sight and hopped into the confirmed dumpster. It was around now that he realized he didn't exactly have a plan, and his situation wasn't exactly improved either. 'I'm just making sure that I'm not cornered in case they find me. Yeah that's it!' now he had a plan, and his situation had improved too! Sort of, stop asking questions. A few seconds later he was out and under a shutter, and on the next loop he was out of the alley.
Turns out, it's not that easy. Mike had thought he was safe, after rounding a corner he ran until he was sure he'd lost them, only to hear more footsteps from behind. The flier must have seen him and Mr Croc was in pursuit again, at least Mike had enough of a lead he couldn't see them yet. Testing a theory, Mike found a balcony and jumped for it. Yep! Lower gravity was confirmed as he made it nearly two meters off the ground! He also undershot it and smacked his head on the underside of the balcony, eliciting a (hopefully) dignified shriek, ruining the momentous occasion. Still, he was able to hit the ground running and made for another escape.
It had not taken long for a pattern to establish, Mike would hide and lose pursuit only to be spotted by the flier as soon as he got any distance. His best bet was, somehow, to stay close, under the radar so to speak and lead them away. He wasn't sure how they always knew what direction he was in, considering how well he kept out of sight, until he saw Mr. Croc kneel down and sniff a footprint. Ahh, they were tracking him.
That might actually be a blessing in disguise, because they were moving from an abandoned looking residential area to an industrial complex that was more populated, seeing a bit of foot traffic and lights in windows. He just might be able to lose them in there. Mike had a bit of a laugh at the fact that monsters were living on a jobsite when there were some perfectly fine - ok dilapidated, but so is everything else - houses a few streets over. He snapped his attention back to the situation at hand, he was still being chased after all, and now he planned on escaping by walking through Monster City night life. 'how did I let this become my best option?' there was nothing for it though, he just had to hope he could still keep out of sight.
After a couple close calls where Mike had turned a corner only to see a wall or monsters that somehow hadn't noticed him, he got enough of a lead that he could try hiding. Finding a road with hundreds of footprints up and down it, he backtracked a few meters before diving behind a couple pipes that were sticking out of a building.
Mr. Croc showed up not long after with the eel in tow, and signed the flier to come down. He could finally see that dirty little spy plane! It was a... Moth! 3 feet tall with big black eyes, droopy antennae and some soft looking fluff on its head and body, Mike would have thought it adorable if it hadn't been snitching on him!
Being unfamiliar with monsterese, Mike had no idea what was being said, but the body language made it clear they were arguing. It actually looked like a parent scolding their children, with Mr. Croc being 8 feet tall while the others were in the 3-4 foot range. That didn't stop fire being flung both ways as the small pair clearly gave the kind of back talk that would have gotten the taste slapped out of Michael's mouth if he tried it on his dad. With someone saying something the conversation suddenly came to an end with Mr. Croc spitting on the ground and turning away. He fiddled with a latch on his chest and the bucket on his back came loose, hitting the eel on the head and soaking it, undoubtedly on purpose. With a few snide remarks the three went their ways, leaving Mike gracefully alone.
...In the middle of monster city.
Why did the universe insist on not improving the situation? 'Ok that wasn't fair universe, you're trying very hard, and I appreciate you getting me out of that.'
Karmatic retribution for his insolent thoughts hopefully averted, Mike got moving again.
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Much to his own chagrin and with a hint of irony, Mike found himself tailing Mr Croc. Looking back it was ridiculous that nobody had noticed him running through the streets but he was found squatting under a bridge. Mr. Croc clearly had a reputation of some kind, because people seemed to avoid him like the plague. When Mike tried to backtrack he found himself relatively surrounded by monsters compared to the empty streets he was chased through, and he ended up finding sanctuary in the invisible bubble of Mr. Croc's presence, causing no end of irritation on Mike's end.
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After nearly an hour of following, Michael's blood was boiling. Maybe because it was due to the lack of sleep, maybe it was due to being chased for hours for no reason, maybe it was due to being forced to hang around his least favourite semi-aquatic reptile. Or maybe it was because he was witnessing a mugging.
While sneaking along behind his quary, Mike did his best to hang back aways and keep an eye out for an escape route. They were still in the industrial complex, but must have been leaving the populated area, judging by the fact that fewer and fewer monsters were coming out after the crocodile had passed. Michael was just about ready to finally get away from him when he spotted someone walking in their direction, clearly having missed the memo to stay away.
The Croc was on them in a flash and the old bird -that's not an insult, she had feathers and a beak- tried to run but didn't get more than a couple steps away before the Croc had gotten a hold of her. Michael watched from the shadows as the bird lady was shaken, growled at and nearly had her head taken off by the snapping maw of an Egyptian god who had a chip on his shoulder. She was panicked, trying to run and begging, but the actual monster had her arm in a firm grip, and with his other hand he grabbed a pouch of some kind of the lady before shoving her onto the ground and walking away like nothing happened.
Michael was fuming. All that just to snatch a purse!? This thug who had chased him all throughout town, acted like he owned the place, who could probably rip Mike in half, did all that over a freaking handbag! His anger froze cold as the victim slowly picked herself up. Now that she wasn't being actively assaulted he could see she really was an old bird, with patches of feathers, wrinkles, generally frail looking, he was looking at someone's grandmother! And that crocodile... No, he would not get away with this!
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Michael's anger had been subdued by the realization of what he was doing, now tailing the 8-foot lizard man a lot closer than before and armed with a pocket knife, one that felt a lot smaller in his hand as he realized what he was doing, he wasn't sure how to actually do this. The bastard deserved what was coming, but after cooling off Mike knew rushing in was a bad idea. Luckily this industrial complex, or whatever it was, was packed with rails, pipes, and other things so tightly there was practically a second road overhead. Mike's plan, if you could call it that, was to jump down onto the guy and take him out before he even knew what was happening.
Michael barely made a sound as he went up and over, stopping only when his target looked around. It seemed he could tell something was off, but wasn't ready to act on the feeling just yet, which wasn't the kind of opportunity that Mike was one to waste. He dropped, silent as a shadow.
The crocodile may have been 8 feet tall, built like a brick and was in a lower gravity setting, but the simple fact was that he wasn't ready for someone to suddenly land on his neck. He went down like a sack of potatoes with Mike clinging on, the tumble having left him momentarily disoriented. Still, he quickly righted himself, this needed to end fast, or it would turn into an actual fight where he would have the disadvantage. Wrapped around the monster's head Michael brought the knife to its neck and... Hesitated. Mike had been in fights before, but those were scuffles in the school yard, now he was about to kill. He knew his opponent deserved nothing less, but that seemed to fade in the face of taking a life. It was enough to take the fire out of him.
And so, instead of pushing the blade into his windpipe he only pressed it to the Crocs neck instead. "Alright listen up you big bastard," but the big bastard did not listen up, a fact made clear when a large hand grabbed and threw him off. Mike rolled as he landed and quickly got his feet back under him, knife luckily still in hand. The croc slowly stood up, cracking his neck as he did so before speaking. "Ev'uoy tsuj edam ym yad." It said with a toothy grin. Mike just glared from his crouched position. 'different language, nice to know I wasted my time!' kind of obvious in retrospect, but there's nothing for it now. Mike kept low to the ground, with a two foot difference in height he wouldn't even try to match his opponent in strength or reach, so he opted to keep low.
The Croc tensed for a moment before lunging at Mike, maw open and ready to swallow him whole. Mike lunged himself, keeping low to the ground and barely ducked under the attack and swiped at the exposed neck. He didn't expect to land the hit, but his opponent was taken off guard by his offence and didn't quite pull back fast enough, taking a superficial cut below the chin. Shock flashed in the croc's eyes and he lept back, lashing out with claws to keep Mike at bay. Unfortunately for him, Michael knew that playing fair was for suckers, and that you kick opponents when they're down, so he didn't let up. He was moving forward before the Croc had even landed, stayed below the counter and was in his guard again.
This time he didn't hesitate, and plunged his knife in the croc's side eliciting a shocked gasp from the titan and, keeping his momentum, moved just beside his opponent's shoulder before jumping just a little higher than intended and striking again. Still reeling from the first stab, the croc had only managed to make eye contact as Michael's knife sought his throat again, and this time did not stop. Michael landed on his feet as the croc sunk to his knees, blood leaking freely from his neck as he tried to stop the bleeding with his bare hands but it was already done. The crocodile was dead before he hit the ground, and Michael breathed a sigh of relief.
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That purse wasn't the only property Mr. Croc had appropriated, as Michael found plenty of interesting things on his person. His things now, as he had no way of returning them. Despite the haul, his mind was elsewhere as he walked.
That guy did not know how to fight, probably used to just intimidating people around him. When an actual fight came he was honestly kinda sluggish, and didn't even think to use magic or the shiv that was in his pocket. Even so, that was a dumb thing to do. What was he thinking, attacking someone like that? What if he had known what he was doing!? Mike could not afford these kinds of mistakes in a survival situation, even if he did get lucky, even if he somehow got out unscathed! You just don't rely on that happening, and Michael resolved to remember that in the future.
Finding a good spot, he set the purse down in the middle of a road and retreated to a hiding place. Soon enough the bird lady passed by even slower than before, the only reason Mike got ahead of her was because she was slowly limping along. Seeing that made his hatred flare up again, but his anger faded away as with a shocked look, the bird lady found the purse, looked inside and sagged with visible relief before looking around suspiciously and continuing with just a bit more pep in her step. 'Well,' Mike thought, 'maybe that wasn't such a dumb move after all.'
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Alright part 3 is out! Hope y'all enjoy.
In case anyone had missed it, large portions of Reddit will be going dark in protest of the removal of third party software on June 12th. I had originally planned to join the protest, but then I read the HFY 's official take on the matter (remaining neutral to act as an escape from stressful situations like this) and decided that's worthwhile. As such I will continue posting but otherwise will be off of Reddit in protest.
The first shall be previous and the next shall be in a week or so.

Pasensiya na sa mga dog lovers. Pero kung may problema din kayo sa mga asong gala na nagkakalat ng baho at basura, ito ang para sa inyo. Ingles ito kasi ipo-post ko din sana sa Dogfree kaso low karma pa ako. Ayun.
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TL;DR: I'm an old man, living in somewhere in Asia, and I invested in an airsoft sniper riple to deter many stray dogs in my neighborhood. I learned that they do fear me now, they know me very well. They wouldn't dare to walk near my house and in my street. I learned that they spread news too to the other dogs.
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I live somewhere in Asia where dogs can be treated as delicacy (legally). In my country, it is somewhat illegal but there are people who eat them. I don't. I do not even eat goat meat nor rabbit.I live in a province where stray dogs are literally everywhere.You don't even know who owns any of them.You can't control them because even the police and the government do not even care.They pee everywhere, contributing to the noise pollution, and worst, they spread their disgusting feces on roads. You're unlucky if they mark your garage as their poo territory.My neighborhood is small but again, dogs are everywhere, especially at night.
My street used to have dogs excrements every single day. Until I snapped, and thought there could be something I could do here to make them fear me or my street.I bought an Airsoft Sniper Rifle. The one with laser so I could hit them accurately. My neighbors, when they learned about it, were thankful to me, as if I am their hero. It's funny.I have a two-story house and I sit and drink beer every night trying to chill. Sometimes I do check my street in the morning. And as soon as I spot a dog, I would turn off the safety, point my airsoft rifle to that damn dog, and pull that sweet trigger. It feels good every time I hit them.
After a month (I have been doing this for 2 years), I learned that they fear me. Whenever they see me, they run for their lives. No kidding. Believe it or not, they know me. Even if when I'm at work, they wouldn't still dare to go to my street. Now, you might ask, if they fear me, why do I still hit them? Well, I do not know how to phrase this properly in English but some times there are "new" dogs in the neighborhood, like a visiting stray dogs probably from the other streets. And some times those old dogs who fear me would still cross the road near my street/house, near enough for my airsoft to target them.You know what I also learned from this? It's as if they spread the news that there's an asshole old guy in that street that shoots dogs. It's as if they warn other dogs.
There's this 1 particular pack of stray dogs, and whenever I cross their street, they would look at me with terror in their eyes. And you might ask, why they don't run? Well, that's their territory. I apologize if this is too long.

- why didn't they just use google translate with the Bulgarian dude?
- hell, why didn't they use phones more often as means of pictures and storing and relaying information. They're not hard to get.
- how the hell did Michaela give zeke the calling, what was that space zeke was in after he died, why did we not actually see how or why they get callings other than the speculative generic 'judgement' rhetoric the past couple seasons
- the entire detention center sequence lol. I get the purpose of it but found it unbelievable
- the utter incompetency of 98% of the passengers, if you weren't named ben, mick or saanvi you were all but worthless. they lost out on the potential for me to actually care about someone other than those three but nope didn't care really
- on the passengers note, was everybody else just dumb as hell? we see multiple times them get duped by Angelina and half of them at this point had to have been involved in cult like things with Adrian and Angelina
- Eagan and Adrian being judged as good??? the hell? in what world. Nowhere in my book did any of the quasi good things they did even stack up to the literal death and destruction they caused. And Eagan out of all people most likely had motivations that were selfish EVEN IF what he did benefited others, not what'd I'd call a good person so it kinda makes me not take the glow or deity or whatever it is that seriously. the bar is in hell, literally
Anyways lol I watched it all and it's much more enjoyable when you don't question anything or critically think.

I am a massive Lana Del Rey fan, so I'll just start off by saying that. BUT...
I don't know what happened to destroy the quality of her albums, but it's like a complete rollercoaster to me. She started off with 6...I repeat 6 NEARLY PERFECT MASTERPIECES, and then the 7th album was a complete turd! I know, my opinion...which is why I'm posting this to see if anyone else agrees. So I didn't even give her last couple of albums a chance because that one was so horrible (the Chemtrails one.)
Then last night I decided to start giving her next 2 albums a try to see if she still sucked or if some miracle happened and she became amazing again. It was somewhere in between. Blue Bannisters, to me, is mostly a dud but it does have 4 songs on it that I liked enough to download, one of those so addicting that I listened to it 20 times last night and could hardly tear myself away to go to bed.
Tonight I plan to listen to her newest one that came out this year. I'm skeptical but have a glimmer of hope. I can't be worse than Chemtrails (could it?), it won't be as good as the first 6 albums, and I'm hoping it is better than Blue Bannisters.
If you are a fan of her, what is your opinion on the quality of her albums?

ugh so idk how to start this. i’m 17 and a few months ago i was looking through my aunt’s draws and found one of her vibrators whilst i was staying at her house. we r super close and she’s only 24. i went to the bathroom and tried it and cleaned it and put it back after like 20 seconds of using it.
i have ocd, so i’m really stressed abt it. i was staying at hers for a week and just got horny and stopped before i could even get anywhere near finishing. i didn’t feel ashamed until recently. i just feel super dirty now and like she’d disown me if she ever found out.
just wanted to confess. seen many posts similar to this on this and other subs about teenage girls using their mom’s toys etc. so ik it’s not “normal”, but idfk. just wanted to confess on here, should i tell my mom or someone?

So i (18) pretty much can't stand people touching me most of the time (i like hugs and stuff but not often and with very few select people) and i'm wondering how others here deal with that when you're in relationships. Im currently (and always have been) single but i have trouble with my friends over this. They are both very affectionate and like hugging/snuggling constantly. One of them has even started hugging me when she's drunk because she knows i won't push her away when she's in that state but tbh i still dont like it. When we have sleepovers and stuff they usually sleep together and i separately because i just severely dislike someone touching me like that.
So if i'm already having issues with friends over this i can't even imagine how it would go when i get into a romantic relationship. Even though this isn't something that's gonna happen in the near future i've managed to wind myself up thinking about this. So yeah, if any of you guys have advice/strategies how to deal with this i would greatly appreciate you sharing :))

Anyone have this or a similar experience?
I am managing a verified business who has their exhisting .com website listed. I am trying to set them up with a free Google Business Profile Website but for the life of me I cannot get it to activate or find the spot below. I was thinking maybe I should temporarily remove their link but I really do not want to. Any insight or suggestions would be welcome?
Below is a copy and paste from Google Business Profile Help.
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Hello! I’m trying to detach from my Q (husband). I’ve made progress thanks to this sub and personal experience that his alcoholism is out of my control. One thing I struggle with is changing the current dance my in laws / sister in law have when Q drinks. They’ve asked me to notify them when he drinks and I feel like a POS if I don’t :(
Dance goes like this:

• Q drinks (usually starts around noon)
• if Q is not home by 7pmish I would get worried and text my in laws, who then make my sister in law drive around look for him at the bars and bring him home

I know this isn’t helping Q reach rock bottom but how do I break this cycle? It’s made it so that if I don’t text them, they assume everything is fine.
Basically it’s become my responsibility to update them on his drinking and this is interfering with my need to detach. Since they are asking for updates all the time (when he’s drinking). They don’t even ask me how I’m doing or how the baby is doing.
Should I just tell them that I can longer spend my afternoons fully focused on Q’s safety? My Q drank yesterday and I told them but I also told them I wasn’t going to help find him and they never texted back… they were upset and I just don’t need one extra nuisance to worry about on top of everything else.
Not sure what I’m looking for but thanks for reading.

My name is Billie and I was a passenger of the Midnight Train. Last time I ended up in the nightmare of an unborn child. In this part I get to leave the train at least for a short while.
Things calmed down after Nyxia left the train – well, at least as calm as a place like this could reasonably get. I stayed close to John, with whom I got along better than I had expected, and we spent our time making plans that focused more on survival than on actually getting away. John showed me his notes, a list of rules for dealing with the train's entities, and I was confident that as long as we were together, we could survive encounters with them.
The problem was, our other goal – leaving the train despite not having a ticket – still seemed impossible. Even after days, we hadn't been able to come up with even the semblence of a plan.
"We could kill it", I suggested once. "Get to the driver's wagon and murder the damn train itself. Then we'll get out of here, right?"
"Or we end up stranded in this abyss forever", John replied, gesturing vaguely to the dark swirls of colour outside of the windows.
"A risk worth taking?"
"Absolutely not." And that was the end of this. We fell into a weird routine of spending our days in the common wagons, eating dinner in the dining wagon, and occasionally running from the threats the train threw at us. For almost an entire week, the Cinder Queen didn't show her face and everything else was easy enough to avoid. Life was almost peaceful – at least when we didn't run from faceless waiters.
And then the train reached one of its destinations, allowing us to explore the world outside.
"I still don't see what you hope to achieve with this", John complained as I dragged him through the hallway, towards the wide open doors. "I've seen people stay out too long and none of them came back alive. Running away isn't an option."
"We're not running away, we're looking for something that could get us out of here", I corrected him.
"And what, pray tell, could that be?"
"You know... I hope I'll just recognize it when I see it." With a bright smile, I tightened my grip around his wrist and started walking faster.
But before we could go outside, there was someone waiting for us next to the door. Probably the only entity I would ever be happy to see. "Hey!", I greeted the black-eyed Distributor. "I haven't even thanked you for the dagger. That thing saved my life in that nightmare world... though I kind of left it in there? Sorry if you wanted it back, but..."
The child didn't say a single word, just reached into his bag like it had done last time and pulled out a small object.
"Oh? Another present? That's really nice, buddy, thank you! What...?"
He didn't let me finish my question, just pushed the object into my hands and walked away.
"Okay then." I turned to John again and showed him my newly acquired object. "We've got a compass. Oh my god, do you think we have to go on a ship? I've seen enough water in the nightmare for the rest of my life. Did I mention that I drowned twice?"
"You're missing the obvious solution to this problem, Billie."
"Now that we have this little thing?" I waved the compass around. "Absolutely fucking not. He just gave us what we're gonna need to survive."
John sighed. "You're basing this assumption on one single event", he reminded me.
"Well, then we're gonna test this assumption right now and prove it. Like an experiment. That's how scientists do it, right?" Once again I grabbed his hand. "Come on, Kira", I told my dog and we finally crossed the threshold.
It was surreal. There was grass under my feet, an overcast sky above me, wind brushing through my hair. "I'm outside!", I exclaimed. "And there's fresh air and real light and... oh my god, I think I hear birds! Birds, John!" The euphoria was overwhelming, I couldn't stop myself from laughing and if I hadn't been holding John's hand I would have spun around like a small child.
"Don't get too excited", John replied without any enthusiasm. "We'll be here for a few hours at most."
"Buzzkill." I rolled my eyes dramatically, but still with a smile on my lips. "I'll take these few hours and I'll be fucking excited. I mean... look at that! No water! Isn't that amazing?"
"There's someone waiting for us", John pointed out instead.
Only then I took the time to really look at my surroundings. So far I had focused on what wasn't there, making sure that I wouldn't end up drowning or falling off a skyscraper again, but only now I saw it for what it was. And, well, it was a hill. We stood close to the top of a hill, the train's tracks impossibly floating behind us, and all that might have been around this hill was hidden in thick fog. Just like John had pointed out, there was a person waiting for us on the hill, a man standing right next to an empty door frame.
Now if I had one thing in the nightmare, it was that one should follow the most obvious paths in impossible places like this. Someone – something – wanted us atop this hill and if I was perfectly honest, I was kind of curious what kind of man was waiting for us up there.
"Let's go say hello then", I told John with a bright grin. The hint of a smile appeared on his lips and he didn't complain as I pulled him along again.
We reached the top of the hill in no time and the waiting man watched as we approached him. He looked perfectly normal, though he seemed to have stepped straight out of an old movie, with his hat and trenchcoat and the cigarette between his lips. "There you are", he greeted us. "I've been waiting for you."
John frowned and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. "And just how did you know we would come here?", he asked, clearly suspicious.
The man shrugged. "I think your kind calls it... instinct?"
John didn't seem relieved in the slightest. "What exactly did your instinct tell you?"
"I'm working on a case", the man in the trenchcoat answered. "Some children disappeared and they're behind this door." He pointed at the empty doorframe.
For a moment I wondered if I was back in the dreamworld. On the other hand, nobody ever said that the train stopped at ordinary places. "Okay, lost kids. Sure. Maybe this thing will help", I said, showing off my compass. "We're on a bit of a time limit here, so... let's go, Mr. Detective!" Still holding John's hand, and with Kira right by my side, I walked through the doorframe.
I didn't actually see my surroundings change. In one moment, I saw the grass of the hill on the other side, and then just a second later I was standing in a hallway. A long hallway with an atrocious red carpet, mirrors in golden frames on the walls, and warm yellow light from the circular lamps on the ceiling.
I turned my head to look at John and the Detective, only to find that the door had disappeared behind them.
In retrospect, we really deserved this for walking through strange doors without thinking.
"Did you know this would happen?", John asked our new companion urgently.
"I didn't."
Now before one of us could point out that this was absolutely not good, a voice echoed through the hallway. "Guests! Oh hello! It's been so terribly long", it said, high and shrill like fingernails on a blackboard, sending an unpleasant shiver down my spine. "Can you help me look for my three sisters? They wanted to come to me and then they got lost. Please!"
"Are those your missing kids, Mr. Detective?", I asked instead of answering the voice.
He nodded. "I assume they are."
"Okay, nice. Hey, invisible voice person! We find your sisters and you make the door appear again! Deal?"
"Oh, sure, you'll get your door, Sybille", the voice agreed. "You'll get sooo many doors..." And with that, the voice faded.
"You know... if I had a dollar for every time I ended up in a weird place with a disembodied voice talking to me...", I joked.
"You're awfully calm, considering we're stuck here", John interrupted me harshly. "You do understand that we have no way out of here and that we are going to die?"
"What? I just made a deal, didn't I? We go and find the three kids, then we can leave. And we find them with the help if this!" Once again, I presented my compass.
"Excuse me, but I don't see how knowing where north is will help us here."
"Oh come on, do you really think the Distributor gave us something useless?" I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated with his lack of understanding. "The compass will lead us to the kids. Isn't that right, Mr. Detective?"
The Detective chuckled. "And how would I know, kid?"
"Instinct, maybe?" I shrugged and turned back around. "Whatever. Come on, let's go rescue some kids!"
"I sure hope you're right", John said. "Because otherwise you doomed us all."
I was well aware of this, I just didn't allow myself to think about it. Maybe I was an optimist, maybe just insane, but I firmly believed that we would make it out of here again. And in the best case scenario, we would return with something that would help us escape the Midnight Train for good. I was unlikely, sure, but how likely was it to walk through an empty doorframe and end up in a fully furnished hallway? How likely was it to enter a train full of inhuman entities? At this point I simply considered everything to be possible.
And so we walked down the hallway, following the needle of my compass. John was right next to me, Kira and the Detective behind us, and none of us talked any more. The atmosphere was tense, despite my best attempts to stay cheerful. There was a lot on the line, after all.
I was nervous when we reached the end of the hallway and there were two identical paths to choose from, one to the left and one to the right. My compass, however, started to spin and eventually the needle settled on pointing to the left. "It works!", I exclaimed. "It works! The Distributor is the best entity ever! No offense, Mr. Detective!"
"None taken, kid", the Detective chuckled.
We continued our way until we reached a threshold and when we crossed it, we found ourselves in the most horrifying room I had ever seen. There were dolls, small porcelain dolls in elaborate dresses, filling the shelves to the point that the walls were entirely obscured. The dim lighting cast shadows on their painted faces.
And as soon as we entered, they all turned their heads in unison, focusing their lifeless eyes on us.
I grabbed John's arm and held onto him as I waited for the dolls to stand up and attack us, but they didn't move any further. All they did was stare.
"Now that was mildly unsettling", John commented, which was probably the understatement of the century. I gave him a no shit look and turned my attention back to the dolls, looking around the room.
"Fuck", I whispered when my eyes fell upon a certain spot on one of the shelves. "There's the first one."
Right there it was, hidden between the porcelain faces. Decaying flesh and crumbling bones, old clothes fused with rotten skin. They held a small doll in their frail arms, not a porcelain one but one made of fabric, holding onto it for dear life while the remains of their face was distorted with fear.
"I thought they would be... I didn't...", I stuttered as I slowly approached the child's corpse. "They must have been so scared."
John sighed. "Let's just focus on not ending like them."
"But..."
He put a hand on my shoulder. "We can't do anything for them, Billie."
I knew he was right, but it was still a lot to see a dead child right in front of me. Though I had to admit, as tragic as this was, it wasn't quite as bad as seeing Derek turn into an ash monster right in front of me.
"Hey, kid!", the Detective called and I turned around to look at him. "Your dog disappeared", he informed me matter-of-factly.
And indeed, Kira was nowhere to be seen.
"What? Where is she? Hey, you... whatever you are! Where's my dog? Where did you take her?", I screamed at the entity that was in charge of this place.
Again, the dolls snapped their heads around, staring in our direction. "You're taking to long", they spoke with the shrill voice I had heard before. "It's getting boring. Hurry, Sybille, hurry and I'll give her back to you."
"Alive and unharmed!", I demanded.
"Alive and unharmed", the dolls agreed. "Now go. One has been found, two are missing still."
With shaking hands I lifted the compass again, waited for the needle to settle for one direction and finally left the doll room, John and the Detective following right behind.
Now with a time limit looming over us, we hurried through hallway after hallway, only stopping at crossroads as we waited for the compass to adjust. Everything looked the same, always the same after every turn, red carpet and yellow light and golden framed mirrors until I thought I'd lose my mind. The mirrors were the worst part, because every now and then, I caught a movement in the corner of my eyes that didn't belong to me or my companions.
Traversing the mazelike corridors felt like an eternity and it was maddening to the point where I felt relief when we reached a new door. I threw it open and crossed the threshold quickly, only to stop dead in my movement as I took the impossible room in.
It was bottomless. Or maybe it had a bottom, I certainly wouldn't know, because finding out would mean trowing myself into the pitch black abyss. And in said abyss were platforms that were bathed in blinding lights, colourful and erratic like the ones you'd see at a carneval. It was dizzying to look at – rainbow coloured platforms floating above the pit, and a red door on the opposite side.
The compass, of course, pointed at this red door.
"You guys go first", I told my companions with a shaking voice. "You get to the next platform and I'll hand the compass over before I jump."
John raised an eyebrow. "Why..."
"Look at me!", I cut him off, gesturing at my body. My rather short, slightly overweight body. "I'm the least likely of us to make these jumps. And this little compass is the only thing that's keeping us alive, so we can't risk losing it in this pit, so... you go first. And I'll hand you the compass."
They agreed and the Detective jumped first, followed by John. The distance between the platforms wasn't all that huge, so I could carefully hand the compass to John before taking the leap. I made it – although barely – and the Detective grabbed my arm as soon as my feet touched the platform, pulling me away from the edge.
And so we crossed through the room, jumping from platform to platform, making sure the compass wouldn't be dropped. My heart was racing the entire time, so fast that I was afraid I'd just faint everytime I had to jump. The adrenaline was the only thing that kept me on my feet. With every leap I saw myself fall into the gaping abyss, and I found myself surprised whenever I landed on solid ground.
But it worked. Slowly, but with a steady pace, we advanced through the room, always towards the red door.
Until it didn't work, of course. Until we inevitably failed.
Until I failed.
We were close to the door already and I could see a small figure right beside it; relief flooded through me as I realized that the second child was right there. I had just handed the compass over and took a few steps backwards, ran towards the edge like I had done several times before, and jumped.
I could feel my feet slip the moment I leapt.
My scream cut through the absolute silence like a lightning strike. In the fracture of a second I saw myself falling, being swallowed by the void until the blinding lights were nothing but a far memory, shattering on the ground somewhere deep down in the pit where no one would ever find my broken body. I reached out, desperate to hold onto something.
My hands clung to the edge of the platform.
"Pull me up!", I screamed at the two men. "Pull me up, please, don't let me fall!"
"Give me a moment!" John sounded almost equally panicked as he fumbled to tuck the compass away.
"I don't have a moment, my fucking hands are slipping!" I was quickly losing my grip, wether because the surface was slick or because I wasn't strong enough to keep holding on. And I was nauseous, oh so very sick to my stomach as I was seconds away from falling. I desperately tried to dig my fingers into the metal, but I was barely able to hold on anymore.
Cool hands wrapped around my wrist just before I lost my grip entirely. "I've got you", John exclaimed.
"Pull me up!"
"You're heavy!"
"Fuck you!", I spat, though my shaking voice didn't carry my annoyance.
A second pair of hands grabbed my other wrist then and I turned my head slightly to look at the Detective. "Got you, kid", he reassured me.
"I take everything back, you're the best entity ever!"
The two men pulled me up then, up to the security of the platform, and as soon as I had solid ground beneath my feet, I wrapped my arms around John and hugged him tight as I tried to calm my racing heart. "Thank you", I whispered over and over again.
"You're welcome, Billie", he replied, sounding almost as out of breath as I did, while he held me and let me cry.
The final three jumps were the most terrifying thing I had ever been forced to do, but we made it with no further incident. When all three of us stood safely on the final platform, I took the compass back from John and approached the corpse that lay next to the red door. Another young child, half rotten, cowering with its back against the wall and its arms wrapped around its knees. "We found the second one!", I announced to the voice.
A high pitched giggle echoed through the air. "Too slow, Sybille! You're too slow!", it taunted.
"No!" I spun around, afraid of what I would see, and indeed, only the Detective was standing on the platform with me. "No, not him! Give him back to me!"
"You'll get him back if you hurry up", the voice replied. "I won't warn you again..."
"Okay. Okay. We'll hurry." I reached for the red door and opened it – of course it revealed yet another hallway – when the Detective touched my arm.
"You alright, kid?", he asked.
"Nope. Far from it, to be honest." I flashed a bitter smile. "Shall we?" And with that, I grabbed his hand – like I had usually done with John, and I hated how the Detective's cold skin felt so different from his – and we ran.
Another set of unchanging corridors later, the compass led us to a new door and this time all I felt was dread. After porcelain dolls and bottomless pits, I had no desire to find out what was waiting for us in the supposed last room of this maze. However, we had to hurry if we wanted John and Kira back.
Whatever I had been expecting, it certainly hadn't been a mirror maze.
I saw myself countless times, sometimes distorted, sometimes as a crystal clear reflection. I let go off the Detective's hand and stepped further into the room, closer to one of the mirrors, and looked at my compass, hoping that it would guide us through the labyrinth. But the needle was spinning, with no sign that it would settle soon.
"Fuck!", I cursed. The compass, my lifesaver, was absolutely useless in here. Fine, whatever, it was just a single room. We could manage that. "Stay close to me, Mr. ..." The words died on my tongue as I turned my head and found myself all alone.
"Too slow, Sybille", the voice taunted again. "Last chance, our you'll stay forever."
"Go fuck yourself!" I started to run. With no idea where to go, I ran straight forward until I hit a mirror, where I turned to another direction and repeated the action. After a short while though, I wasn't sure wether I was running in circles or not. Nothing changed, except for the increasing fear on my reflection's face.
Tears rose in my eyes and I tried blinking them away. I stopped in front of a mirror before choosing a new direction, staring at my crying self, when I noticed a movement in the background. I spun around, but there was no one behind me, yet when I looked back at the mirror, John was staring back at me.
"John!", I screamed and tapped against the glass. "John! Can you hear me?"
If he could, he didn't show it, but he lifted his arm and pointed left.
"Oh my god, thank you! Thank you so much!" And I ran off, into the direction he wanted me to.
He was there at the next crossroad. And the one after that. Always there, pointing me in the right direction. And I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, praying that I would make it in time.
Until I found it. The small corpse, surrounded by mirrors, curled up on the floor. I stopped in front of the body and wondered if it was wrong to feel relief at the sight. I didn't matter though. I had made it. "I found it, asshole!", I screamed at the voice. "I found your siblings, now let me and my friends go!"
"As I promised I would", the voice agreed. A cobweb of cracks spread through the mirrors around me and before I understood what was happening, they shattered all at once and glass was raining down around me. I stood between the glittering shards, and in front of me were two doors. One black, one white.
"Which one leads where?", I asked.
"The black one leads outside, where your friends are already waiting", the voice explained. "The blue-eyed man, the Detective, and the dog. All alive and well, like I promised."
"And the other?" Though I couldn't imagine anything I would choose over my friends.
"The white one leads to my hallways. You'll stay, Sybille, keep me company. And in exchange, my three siblings can go home."
"The kids are dead!", I replied.
"I can bring them back", the voice informed me. "I'm a god in these corridors, I can bring them back to life, it wouldn't be a challenge." It giggled. "Think about it, Sybille. Three children, returned to their parents... the Detective would be so happy, wouldn't he? To have a happy ending for his case. And what difference would it make for you, you're stuck either way. Nothing in my corridors would try to kill you. Not like the Midnight Train."
And it was right, maybe it made no difference which prison I'd stay in. I could be a hero. Three lives for one – it should be an easy choice, really. But it would also mean giving up the tiny sliver of hope I still had, that I could find a way to leave the Midnight Train and go home.
I looked at the white door for a moment, then took a few steps forward. "I'm sorry, asshole", I said to the voice. "That's not the kind of person I am."
And so I stepped through the black door, only to find myself on top of the hill again, with John, Kira, and the Detective already waiting for me.
Kira tackled me immediately and I let her, combed my fingers through her fur and reassured her that everything was alright, I was back and we were okay. The next thing I did was throw myself at John and hug him. "I'm so sorry!", I sobbed into his shoulder. "You saved me twice back there, I owe you my life."
"It's okay, Billie", he promised me. "And we're never going outside again."
"Deal!" I let go off him and turned to the Detective. "I'm sorry about the kids."
He just shrugged and took a drag of his cigarette – which was still the same length as it had been when John and I had arrived. "Not your fault, kid."
I didn't correct him.
"We should go back to the train", John said. "Before it drives off without us."
I nodded and grabbed his hand, weirdly anxious that he would just vanish again, even though we had left the corridors behind. Kira was by my side, as always, but what was curious was the fact that the Detective followed us too. "You're coming along?", I asked.
"My case is closed", he answered, as if that explained anything. I didn't question it any further.
The Conductor was waiting for us when we arrived back at the train. "Welcome aboard, sir", he greeted the Detective politely, before turning to us. "Welcome back, sir, ma'am. I hope you had a pleasant trip."
"Sure. Whatever." Now that the adrenaline was leaving my body, I felt nothing but exhausted. I leaned my head against John's shoulder as we walked down the hall, towards our compartments. Although I had never expected to feel this way, I was happy to be back in the train. My resolve to escape the Midnight Train, however, had only hardened. If only to justify my decision back in the corridors.
This is all for now, I guess. Next time, everything goes to shit and more decisions are made.
Until then, be careful which doors you open.
You never know where they lead.
- To Be Continued -

i was totally immersed for 130+ hours - id done 3/4 of shrines, mapped the entire depths, collected probably 90% of the armor in the game, did all 4 phenomena, got the master sword, the hylian shield, hell even the biggoron sword, sky sword, wind waker shield - i was cruising around the map on my hoverbike farming dragons to feed the bits to the great fairies - i was IN it
and then, for the first time, last night i took a run at ganondorf, just for a lark
id gotten down there, saw the lynel, and thought, 'nah, ill come back later'
well i ran through that final area, beat ganondorf,>! beat the dragon,!< and that entire ending sequence,>! barring maybe the fight against the wave of mobs,!< was flatly bad
ganon did approximately no damage, i had enough heart containers that the gloom was nowhere near a problem (i didnt even need my anti gloom food), and then the graphics were *so* glitchy in the dragon fight it felt like a cheap indie
dragon ganon froze and just spun on its axis so i could land on the next weak spot, and dragon zelda would just slide, unmoving through the sky so i could land on her head
i get that the dragon fight supposed to feel triumphant, and even a *little* easy, like after he eats his secret stone ganon is already done and youre just putting the last nail in the coffin, but that doesnt excuse the graphical glitches, and it doesnt excuse how inexcusably easy the ganondorf/demon king fight was; they were almost certainly trying to go for the rush of the ganondorf fight at the end of wind waker (probably the best ganon fight ever, imo), but to me they failed spectacularly
weirdly, the cartoonish, scimitar weilding, barrel shaped ganondorf in the green tunic was way more menacing than the red and black flaming demon king ganondorf or the giant demon dragon
(also, bonus graphic bug, demon kings health bar inexplicably just extended off the screen)
and yes, the idea that ganon can eat a secret stone and then be killed while zelda can eat a secret stone, be a dragon for millennia, and then be turned back into a princess with the power of love or whatever, yes that was a hugely crap plothole that sucked all the drama out of the whole 'dont eat your secret stone youll lose yourself become undying and never be able to go back' thing
i get that this game isnt about the story, isnt about the ending, etc, but this was bad enough that i think im done; i feel no impulse to go back to this world
wild that after all that time the ending still feels like they didnt finish

INTRODUCTION
Hello everyone and thanks for visiting my post! My name is John and I am a litigation attorney from the great state of New York. Don't assume that I mean New York City either. There is a whole wide world of New York out there that doesn't revolve around the five boroughs!
I have my life together and am at a point where I want to share it with someone special!
HOBBIES AND SPECIAL SKILLS
I have a wide variety of hobbies and I am always trying to learn new things and hear about the passions that other people have. I enjoy reading, writing, bike riding, hiking, visiting new places and road trips to name a few!
I am also caring, a great listener, a hopeless romantic and can reach things on high shelves for you.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
I am not immune or ignorant to the fact that physical attraction is an important facet of any potential relationship. For me, I am 6'5, blonde hair, blue eyes and on the huskier [though height/weight proportionate] side of things. I am happy to exchange verification pictures so we can both prove we aren't Nigerian princes and princesses.
I have heard all the height comments before. So, before you ask, the air is better up here, I did play basketball and you have most definitely nearly decapitated me with your umbrella during a heavy rain storm.
WHAT AM I LOOKING FOR?
I am aware this is Reddit and so my expectations are low, but I am still optimistic! Ideally, I am looking for a long-term relationship. If it ends up that I make some new friends? Great! But, my focus is on establishing something for the long haul. I would ask that you at least be in the EST time zone or be willing or heading to New York in the near future!
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So, you've read this far [I hope]. You want to message me, but you don't know what to say? Tell me about yourself! Tell me the last book you read, movie you watched. Tell me your favorite hobby. Tell me something funny that happened to you this week. Tell me how you're even feeling at the moment. I'm sure we will find some common ground and potentially the start of something truly special.
It also wouldn't hurt to send a picture of yourself in the opening message and I will do the same. At the very least, a physical description of yourself would be great!
ANTI-GHOSTING POLICY
I would be remiss if I didn't mention my patent pending anti-ghosting policy. Look, I understand real life can get in the way of fun Reddit messaging. I know the anonymity of the keyboard can make it feel like you're not even talking to another person. But, we are both people. If, for whatever reason, you're just not feeling it, just say so! We can part ways amicably and wish each other well.
Looking forward to hearing from you!
Sincerely, John

Hi all. So I have three cats - Bella (11 y/o, spayed female), Riley (9 y/o, neutered male), and Minni (~1 or 2 y/o, spayed female).
Background info: We recently introduced Minni to the family about three months ago. Bella and Riley have never really gotten along but they mostly keep to themselves. Riley is friendly but not really bonded with me. Bella is EXTREMELY bonded to me since she was a kitten. I consider her my emotional support cat (and in turn, I’m sort of her emotional support human). She can sense when I’m feeling overwhelmed and will come sit next to me and purr and let me cry into her fur. When we introduced Minni, initially, Riley and Bella took to her well. They were curious about her, would sniff her, etc. Riley was initially kind of afraid of her, but after a few days he warmed up and now regularly tries to play with her.
The problem: About three weeks ago, I had a severe mental health crisis that I’m still going through/recovering from. Bella sat with me through the hardest days, and the onset of my mental health issues was the exact onset of the problem we’re having, and I’m 90% sure the two are correlated. Bella has suddenly become extremely jealous and/or overprotective of me and will not let Minni near me. Bella will attack Minni if she comes in my bedroom, tries to sit next to me, anything that includes being in my general vicinity. It has affected Minni to where she now hides for most of the day. Riley still tries to play with her, but she now responds in a defensive manner, whereas originally she would play back. I’m worried about Minni’s quality of life, and I’m worried about Bella’s sudden territorial nature over me. How can I get these two to get along again?

I have a 1B/1B available in right on the edge of Cupertino border, near San Jose. I just moved in solo into a 2B/2B, and am looking for a roommate to fill the other bedroom.
The complex is City Gate Cupertino. Rent is $1750. Lease is 12 months. Room is a little under 130 sqft not including the closet. There's an in-unit washedryer and the complex has a heated pool and fitness center. Pets are okay with additional deposit + 75 monthly rent.
About me: I'm a 31M software engineer who works hybrid hours and I've been in the Bay Area for over 10 years. I enjoy the typical bay area software engineering hobbies like hiking, board games, video games, etc. I'm also a bit of a cine-phile and an okay musician (piano and drums). I'm more of a nite owl than an early bird, but otherwise I'm pretty lax about my activities and fairly amenable to changes. I also have an adorable and sweet Cardigan Welsh Corgi named Einstein who would love to play with you as soon as you meet with him. He also gets along well with other dogs, and has gotten along okay with cats in the same household in the past.
If you are interested, please DM me for more details.

I am 19 year old male and weigh 175 pounds and am 5'11 so I don't know if that has anything to do with what size kettle bell to get. Thank you!