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2023.06.03 23:57 ilikeeeblue My Collection!!

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2023.06.03 23:51 External_Pen_8156 Am I wrong for wanting to expose my fiancés crazy friend

Ok so context here I'm F27 and not from the US, my fiance is M36 Sebastian and his friend is Mia F34. They are both American. Seb and I met two years ago when I got a job at a law firm and he was a partner there. 6 months ago I gave birth to our gorgeous baby girl Lily. She is absolutely wonderful and I love her all my life but I never wanted to be a SAHM so after four months I went back to work. The problem here is Mia. She's been friends with him since college and she's never liked me. According to Seb they hooked up once and never again. She always makes snide comments about my weight (I'm naturally thin), the fact I'm a ‘foreigner’, and I'm ‘too’ young, Seb deserves to have a homemaker wife 🙄. So you can imagine how thrilled she was when I had my daughter. Several times I walked in on her holding Lily a bit too closely or standing in her nursery when she said she was going to the bathroom. I've always thought maybe she was a little jealous of me and Seb said on his birthday she was a little forward with him but she had been drinking. So during a BBQ last week when I heard Lily crying I went up to get her but I walked in on Mia holding Lily in her rocking chair calling her by a different name. She was saying things like ‘youre such a good girl for Mama’ and ‘dont worry I'm much better than that foreign s*ut’. I stormed over and grabbed my baby and put her back into her crib. When I asked her what the hell she was doing she said that Seb deserves better than a cheap foreigner and that ‘i stole the life she was supposed to have’. She tried to convince me to it would be better for Lily to have a mother who was American to hide the fact that she was a ‘half breed’ and that Seb deserves a respectable wife not a common one who won't give up her job. Istg when I tell you that my blood was BOILING!! I told Seb and we are in agreement that she will never see our daughter again but he doesn't want to tell his family about it as they are friends with her and her family. I'm hesitant on what my next moves should be
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2023.06.03 23:50 Starkillersbae I don't know if I wish my mother loved me, or if I wish I didn't care so much.

I'm 30 years old single woman, I work in the aerospace industry, I own my own home, I own my car outright, I am a talented artist and get paid to draw as a side hustle. I've written a novel and am working on a second.
On the surface I'm doing really well and I think that makes it even harder because what do I have to complain about? But the past few months I feel like it finally hit me and settled into my bones the fact my mother doesn't even like me. I shouldn't desire my parents support or pride, I don't need their validation, but it still hurts knowing I will never have it no matter how hard I work.

It's taken until now to realize there is no such thing as a bad child. I wasn't an evil or insufferable kid growing up. I was a child. As a teenager I wasn't a lazy waste of space. I was a traumatized teenager trying to stay alive in a war zone with no support.
As a young adult I wasn't a disappointment or a failure who couldn't get her life together. I was 22 and didn't want kids or to go the traditional path.
Now I'm turning 30 in three short months and I feel like I shouldn't be hurt to realize my mother will never love or accept me, but it does.
All the excuses fell away after I started my new job and the woman a desk over from me is the mother of an 18 year old daughter. She makes less money than me, spent most of her life a single mother, and had it so much worse off than my mother ever did. But she loves her daughter and goes to the ends of the earth for her.

Seeing that just destroyed every excuse I had in my head for why my mother is the way she is. Now all I see is a woman who tolerates me out of obligation, or maybe she even thinks she does love me because that makes her version of reality better.
But she made me sleep in a crawl space. She chose a man over me every single time. My mother doesn't have one single picture of me over the age of 13. Not one. I don't think she even realizes that because why would she care? Her house isn't full of pictures of her children, she doesn't call and ask how I am except on my birthday.
She's never told me she's proud of me, she's never stepped up and saved me or done for me like she does for my step brother.
She's happy, my mother is really and truly happy in her life, she's a caring woman who is deeply invested in her high school classroom, she loves her husband and step son, she sews prom dresses for her students, and supports my brother like he's still a child.

But the day my step father dies, my step brother will fade out of her life, she will wake up one day and realize she is all alone and that she bet on the wrong horse and it will be too late.
I wish that brought me more satisfaction, maybe some day it will. But all I see is a future where we are two strangers, and some day she'll call and realize that, and realize she is alone but not know why. And what will I say? I don't know.
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2023.06.03 23:45 External_Pen_8156 My fiances girl bf is crazy

Ok so context here I'm F27 and not from the US, my fiance is M36 Sebastian and his friend is Mia F34. They are both American. Seb and I met two years ago when I got a job at a law firm and he was a partner there. 6 months ago I gave birth to our gorgeous baby girl Lily. She is absolutely wonderful and I love her all my life but I never wanted to be a SAHM so after four months I went back to work. The problem here is Mia. She's been friends with him since college and she's never liked me. According to Seb they hooked up once and never again. She always makes snide comments about my weight (I'm naturally thin), the fact I'm a ‘foreigner’, and I'm ‘too’ young, Seb deserves to have a homemaker wife 🙄. So you can imagine how thrilled she was when I had my daughter. Several times I walked in on her holding Lily a bit too closely or standing in her nursery when she said she was going to the bathroom. I've always thought maybe she was a little jealous of me and Seb said on his birthday she was a little forward with him but she had been drinking. So during a BBQ last week when I heard Lily crying I went up to get her but I walked in on Mia holding Lily in her rocking chair calling her by a different name. She was saying things like ‘youre such a good girl for Mama’ and ‘dont worry I'm much better than that foreign slut’. I stormed over and grabbed my baby and put her back into her crib. When I asked her what the hell she was doing she said that Seb deserves better than a cheap foreigner and that ‘i stole the life she was supposed to have’. She tried to convince me to it would be better for Lily to have a mother who was American to hide the fact that she was a ‘half breed’ and that Seb deserves a respectable wife not a common one who won't give up her job. Istg when I tell you that my blood was BOILING!! I told Seb and we are in agreement that she will never see our daughter again but he doesn't want to tell his family about it as they are friends with her and her family. I'm hesitant on what my next moves should be
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2023.06.03 23:44 elainefromseinfeld Chapters 34 & 35 Discussion Post

Hello Middlemarchers, and welcome to Book 4! When last we left our friends, Lydgate and Rosamund had just gotten engaged, as had Celia and James, Casaubon had been warned to give up work for his health, and Mary hoped she had done the right thing by not interfering with Featherstone’s older will on his request. Now let’s see what they get up to next.
It’s Featherstone’s funeral, and it’s a busy affair. People are excited to see who is bequeathed what and the funeral itself is pretty luxurious. The narrator notes that Casaubon, though a natural choice for ordaining the funeral, was not at all liked by the late Featherstone, who found him preachy, so Mr Cadwallader is leading the processions instead. The funeral is being watched from the window at Lowick by Dorothea, Celia and James (who are now married), James’s mother, Mr Brooke, and Mrs Cadwallader. Casaubon stays in his office working, in spite of Lydgate’s earlier warnings that this will be bad for his health. They spot Lydgate with a beautiful young woman - Rosamund - and Mrs Cadwallader comments on the local farmers who have enough financial freedom to not be beholden to landlords like the tenants she’s used to. Eventually, Casaubon drifts into the room, just in time for the assembled viewers to spot Ladislaw in the crowd! Mr Brooke reveals that he has invited Will to stay at the Grange, and everyone notices that Dorothea is alarmed by the news. Casaubon suspects privately that Dorothea has orchestrated Will’s visit. Not even hearing that the drawing of him as Thomas Aquinas is ready perks him up.
In the next chapter, the assembled relatives await instruction from Featherstone’s will, when the lawyer announces that TWO wills have been discovered! (We knew this, but they didn’t!) The lawyer supposes that the earlier will, which has been ratified, is the legal one. Apart from some small bequeathments including gifts for the relatives and a few hundred pounds to Rosamund and Mrs Vincy, the bulk of the estate is left to someone called Joshua Rigg (who has to change his name to Featherstone) who is not surprised. Mr Trumbull calls for the second will to be read. This will also leaves mostly everything to Rigg, but instead of leaving small gifts to relatives it set up a charitable foundation in Featherstone’s name for the poor. The relatives all take the hump. Neither will leaves Fred anything, and he is bitter, commenting to Mary that he will have to go into the clergy to support himself. Mary hopes that the disappointment will be a shot in the arm for Fred, but she ultimately doesn’t have time to worry about him, as she also has to find a new situation.
Context & notes
As usual, I’ve popped some questions in the comments to get us started, but they’re just a jumping off point. Please be mindful of spoilers if you’ve read ahead, and feel free to ask questions. Now let’s gossip!
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2023.06.03 23:32 realhumannorobot Can't integrate my "two moms"

So recently I've started to connect to my young self more and more, and started to feel how things were for me back then, with all the pain, despair and helplessness of it all. And I noticed that with that I think I have more episodes were I miss my mom who I'm NC from, and my image of my mom is weird and I don't how to fix it. So I went NC from her after I sort of forgot who she was emotionally some sort of repression I suppose but it was terrifying and destressing to say the least, since than I've gone to therapy and I spoke a lot about the things she done and all she didn't do, but through all of this that person doesn't feel like my mom and it doesn't like the person I miss in my episodes. It feels like I hold two versions of my mother: my mom who loves and cares about me, which her voice I can remember singing lullabies to me as a kid and whos soft touch I can reimagine, and whom I miss rn. But there's also this person who shares the linguistic function of my mom but isn't my mom, but this other person who did all those things to me. Btw the mom I miss was of course never real even in my dearest memories of her it's always feels like I'm on borrowed time, like any minute now something would change and I would be abused again. So yeah, I think it's called "splitting" I know I have it for a while (tbh I always was too aware for my own good hence the repression) and now I don't know how to integrate and really come to terms with the fact I was hurt by the person who also sometimes sang to me and made me feel for a split second I might be loved. A therapist once told me this mechanism is a childish one and it makes me feel ashamed and broken that I still use it even though I really can't control it and I've tried to fix it but I don't know how. So yeah sorry for this mess of a post I'm not really doing okay.
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2023.06.03 23:32 jetblackswan Where to go next with my BS degree?

Hi all! Thought I would post here for some advice. I have a Bachelor of Science degree in Architecture, and haven't yet gone back for my Master's as I'm not even sure Architecture is 100% where I want to go. I joined the program/degree not on the heaviest reasons, but I know I can design. I love the conceptual design side of things moreso, and excelled in earlier design studios (before we had to start focusing on the details of structure/facade). Again, I know I can make something look good, I can design decently (however, i was never a straight A student and definitely disappointed teachers and peers), and I can physically DRAW (which everything has shifted towards computer-based design naturally). I think I want to take my degree and expertise in the direction towards the space industry. I grew up with NASA pretty much next door to where I live (had the chance to speak with the ground control crew back in elementary school, actually), had the chance to design and draw schematics for basic rockets for rocketry courses, and got an honorable mention for a space capsule design challenge I did in college. With this background what I've grown with, and seeing I've never strongly been wanting to be an architect since I was really young (i wasn't one of those people who at age 10 wanted for sure to be an architect when i grew up. never had that strong strong drive like other peers i know have had), and I think that I'd like to take my existing degree and apply my knowledge of structure and design in the direction of space and aerospace, ideally designing for extraterrestrial or lunar or martian space habitation bases, which moreso stems from engineering rather than the expertise of architects (although i'm not dismissing architecture, i'm sure they are needed with this, but it seems more of the design for what I want to do rests more on an engineer rather than an architect). I've also had much trouble obtaining necessary employment/experience at an architecture firm to confirm if that's what I want to do, and I just turned 30 and am looking to move out of where I live (as it's a small-ish/mid-sized town, not the most opportunities + I've had major bad luck in my field for years) and I'd like to move by the Fall at this point (ideally. still figuring it out), I've failed to get into grad school(s) within the last year...
With my existing Bachelor of Science in Architecture degree, should I continue to apply apply apply to firms for entry level/internship experience at an Architecture firm so that I know whether to get a Master's? Should I actually be headed back to school for my Master's in Architecture degree instead (i'm real sick of where I live (lowkey depressed here) and work at a call center making ends meet and would rather not spend another 2+ years stuck where I am honestly)? Should I restart my schooling and obtain a second degree in Aerospace Engineering for what I moreso want to do? Do I look into other employment avenues into the space and aerospace and architecture-adjacent fields (like industrial/product design (highly conceptual for me which could be fitting and is basically architecture on the small scale, and COULD have some application for space design), digital fabrication (which i have done some projects in college. designing on the computer and then physically printing), sustainability (another interest in terms of Earth's climate change especially), a focus on extreme weather architecture (likely in need of further schooling and design for harsh environments like the desert, for hurricane-prone areas, and the arctic, and the like), urban planning, transportation... honestly the list goes on and I love exploring and reading on all facets of the design process. Do I also look into life support systems/ECLSS (as I saw another redditor recommend) and astrobiology and interior space-craft-related (& control panels/living) areas?? There's so much to explore, I love it and hate it. I've also looked into and applied for different analog astronaut opportunities as a potential opportunity!)? But ANY feedback would be appreciated where best to take my existing BS degree that I have and how best to leverage and use it.
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2023.06.03 23:21 SSG_SSG_BloodMoon Open-ended 529 plan sanity check

Hi, I am a high-saver who is planning to open a 529 for the first time. I would like to know if anyone who is knowledgeable or experienced on the topic could check my plans and thinking for errors or gaps. I will try to include all information that could be relevant, so I will probably provide too much information.
I am 29 years old, a resident of NYS, make ~150k, and hope to increase this at a medium-rapid pace. I did not finish college. The cause of my dropping out was a lack of funding, although I was also a fairly bad student.
I max out my 401k, HSA, IRA and contribute significantly to my mega backdoor roth IRA. It is even possible that I will max out the mega backdoor this year. However I have only been in this high-earning career for two years.
I would, personally, like to finish college, even though it wouldn't help my career as much as just working would. I would even consider postgraduate programs. None of this is a need, but it is a want. I don't really have a timeline at all. I was considering going part-time while working in the near future, but I don't think that's all that realistic.
My partner has an associate's degree and also perpetually considers returning to college. They have their own finances, but still, I would be happy to help with this.
I have a half-dozen young family members, all of whom I would be thrilled to help with educational costs if necessary. Presumably in time I will have more.
I do not plan to have children, although I wouldn't completely rule it out.
So with all that said, I am planning to open a NYS 529 plan and max it out annually, reducing my mega backdoor contributions accordingly. It would be open-ended in conception, i.e. I could use it for myself and/or my young family members and/or whatever in whatever future. The NYS plan comes with a 5k state tax deduction, which is a little bonus ($300?). The expense ratio is 0.12%.
So... is this foolish? Is there anything I don't know or should be thinking about?
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2023.06.03 23:14 MinezoneBEN strange people, nice city

This week I was on vacation in Bucharest. Yesterday I went to a pharmacy in Bucharest to buy some nasal spray and in front of me in line there was a guy, a young man, buying something. The pharmacist lady was talking to him and unconsciously I heard that she said something about a student, she probably asked the client a question, to which he answered "no" in an extremely trembling voice and in a different tone. I looked up to look at them and I saw him reach out to take his wallet out of his pocket, but he dropped it on the floor. And when he was looking for the money in it to pay, his fingers were running between the bills as if he was unable to grasp any of them. After he paid, and the pharmacist handed him the bag of medicines, he grabbed it hard, paused for a second, and then turned around and walked out with quick, in pressed steps as if he was at the speed walking Olympics.
Passing by, later in the evening when I was returning from visiting some museums around Bucharest (by the way, beautiful city!) I saw that boy again in front of the same pharmacy waiting for an old woman who was just leaving the pharmacy. that woman was crying and that boy looked a bit guilty, gloomy as if he was caught doing something wrong. I would like to ask you, did something happen to a student in Bucharest these days or what was the phase? That boy didn't seem to have a lot of money or to be extremely rich, but he wasn't poor either, but he looked as if he had done some tricks with some pharmacies to make money
from what happened, something makes me believe that I witnessed a mother whose child, being a student, was killed/suffered something bad. was a student killed in Bucharest these days? is there a drug world? cartels
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2023.06.03 23:12 prodshebi The Unseen Hunger: Coveting my Unborn Child

My name is Laura, and this is my story. It's a tale of fear and the unknown, of love and betrayal, and of the strength of a mother's love. It all started when my husband, Adam, and I decided to start a new life in a beautiful villa by the lake in the small town of Kruklanki. The villa, standing alone amidst the vast expanse of nature, was like an island, symbolising our isolation. The lake, with its calm surface hiding unknown depths, mirrored the unknown we were about to step into.
We were a young couple, full of hope and dreams. Adam, with his easy smile and infectious laughter, was my rock. We dreamt of a peaceful life, of raising our child in the serene surroundings of the villa. We shared a love for the outdoors, often spending our evenings stargazing, our hands intertwined. The villa stood tall amidst a lush emerald forest, its weathered stones blending harmoniously with the vibrant foliage. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting ethereal patterns on the moss-covered path leading to the entrance. The air was fragrant with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, inviting us to embark on our new life.
But even as we unpacked our belongings, I couldn't shake off a strange feeling. Adam, usually so attentive, seemed distant, his mind elsewhere. I dismissed it as stress from the move. Little did I know then, it was a sign of the betrayal that was to come. Soon after we settled in, I couldn't shake off a sense of foreboding. The villa, once a symbol of our dreams, was starting to feel like a prison, its grandeur overshadowed by a chilling silence. And the lake, once a symbol of peace, now seemed to whisper of hidden dangers beneath its serene surface.
Soon after we settled in, I began to experience strange and terrifying events. At first, they were just subtle nuances: shadows moving along the corridors, whispers in the night, vague movements nearby. I tried to dismiss them as figments of my imagination, but they became increasingly disturbing and intense, filling me with a chronic sense of fear.
Adam, my husband, was sceptical. He believed that these were just products of my imagination, the result of stress from the move and adapting to a new place. Adam, ever the rationalist, tried to reassure me. 'Laura, it's just the stress of the move and the pregnancy,' he would say, his eyes full of concern yet disbelief. 'There's no real danger.' His words, meant to comfort, only served to widen the chasm between us. But I could feel it, something was not right.
One night, I woke up to a chilling whisper. It was so close, as if someone was right next to me. I turned on the bedside lamp, but there was no one there. The room was empty, but the feeling of being watched was overwhelming. My heart pounded in my chest, my palms were sweaty, and I was shaking.
'Adam,' I whispered, nudging him awake. He groaned, turning to face me. 'Did you hear that?'
'Hear what?' he mumbled, his eyes half-closed.
'The whispering. It was right here, right next to me.'
Adam sighed, rubbing his eyes. 'Laura, you're just stressed. It's the new house, the new surroundings. You're imagining things.'
I wanted to believe him, to write it off as a product of stress and fear. But deep down, I knew something was not right.
The next day, I noticed something else. The shadows in the house seemed to move on their own, even when there was no one around. I could hear soft whispers, but when I tried to locate the source, there was nothing. I felt like I was being watched, followed. I tried to tell Adam about it, but he just brushed it off, saying I was just stressed and needed rest.
But I knew something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones. The house was not just a house. It was something else, something sinister. And I was trapped in it, with no one to believe me, no one to help me. I was alone, and I was scared.
The days turned into weeks, and the strange occurrences in the villa didn't cease. If anything, they became more frequent, more intense. I started noticing mysterious figures around the villa, always on the edge of my vision. They were close, yet always just far enough that I couldn't make out their features. Their presence filled me with a sense of paranoia and constant danger. I felt like a prey being watched by predators, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Our neighbours, Mr. and Mrs. Graverson, began to show an unusual interest in me. One afternoon, as I was tending to the garden, Mrs. Graverson approached me.
'Laura, dear,' she said, her voice sweet yet somehow unsettling. 'How are you finding Kruklanki? Is the villa to your liking?'
Her questions seemed innocent, but there was something in her gaze that made me uneasy.
Mrs. Graverson's eyes lingered on my stomach for a moment too long, a strange smile playing on her lips, something I couldn't quite define. Mr. Graverson, with his piercing gaze, and Mrs. Graverson, with her constant, unsettling smile, were always too eager to help. Their behavior was suspicious, their questions too probing. They seemed particularly interested in my pregnancy, their eyes lingering on my growing belly a moment too long. I couldn't shake off the feeling that they were hiding something.
One day, Mrs. Graverson came over with a basket of freshly baked cookies. As she handed them to me, her gaze lingered on my stomach. There was something in her eyes, a strange intensity that made me uncomfortable. I didn't know it then, but it was a hint of the dark intentions that lay beneath her friendly facade. I was pregnant at the time, and her eyes seemed to hold a strange fascination for my unborn child. It was a fleeting moment, but it sent chills down my spine.
As time passed, I began to suspect that the Graversons were part of a cult practising occultism, planning to use my unborn child in a dark ritual. It was a terrifying thought, but the pieces of the puzzle were starting to fit together. The strange occurrences, the mysterious figures, the Graversons' unusual interest in me and my child, it all pointed to something dark and sinister.
I started finding evidence of their involvement in other dangerous activities. I found strange symbols carved into the trees around their house, symbols that I later found out were associated with occult practices. I also noticed that they would often disappear during the night, only to return in the early hours of the morning, looking exhausted and secretive.
I suspected that they were responsible for the strange events and observations. The fear was overwhelming, but I knew I had to protect my child. I was alone in this fight, with no one to turn to. But I was determined. I was a mother, and I would do anything to keep my child safe.
In my desperation, I turned to the local clergyman, Father Christopher. He was a quiet man, always keeping to himself. I had often wondered why he seemed so distant, so detached from the rest of the town. Little did I know, his aloofness was a sign of the secrets he was hiding. I found him in the church, his eyes filled with a quiet serenity.
'Father Christopher,' I began, my voice trembling. 'I need your help. There's something... something wrong in the villa.'
He looked at me, his gaze thoughtful. 'Tell me everything, Laura,' he said, his voice calm and reassuring.
I went to the church, hoping to find some solace, some protection. I wanted to tell him about my experiences, ask for his support and protection. But to my surprise, Father Christopher seemed to be absent and avoided contact with me.
I tried to reach out to him several times, but each time, I was met with silence. His absence was strange, and it made me wonder if he was involved in this intrigue. The thought was terrifying, but I couldn't ignore the possibility. I felt even more disoriented and anxious when I discovered that Father Christopher might be involved in the conspiracy.
I started to suspect that he himself was a member of the cult or was being intimidated by them. This discovery made me feel even more alone and defenceless in the face of the impending threat. I was desperate and isolated, and I had to fend for myself.
I decided to seek information on my own to uncover the truth and find a way to protect myself and my unborn child. I spent countless hours researching, trying to understand what was happening. I read about occult practices, about cults and their rituals. The more I learned, the more terrified I became. But I knew I had to keep going, for the sake of my child.
One night, as I was poring over an old book about local legends and myths, I came across a passage that sent chills down my spine. It spoke of a cult that had once existed in Kruklanki, a cult that practised dark rituals involving unborn children. The description matched the Graversons' behaviour and the strange occurrences in the villa. I knew then that my suspicions were not unfounded.
I decided to confront the Graversons. I knocked on their door, my heart pounding. 'I've noticed you've been acting strangely,' I said, trying to keep my voice steady. They exchanged a glance, their smiles never reaching their eyes. 'We're just concerned for you, dear,' Mrs. Graverson replied, her voice too sweet. But their reassurances did nothing to quell my fears.
I was up against something far more dangerous than I had imagined. But I was not going to give up. I was a mother, and I would do whatever it took to protect my child.
As my due date approached, I realised that time was running out and the threat was becoming greater. I had a recurring dream, a nightmare really, of a clock ticking loudly, its hands moving faster and faster. It was a chilling reminder of the impending danger, a foreshadowing of the race against time that lay ahead. I had to act quickly to save my child and uncover the truth. My maternal instinct and determination had strengthened, giving me the power to fight against the unknown and dark enemy. Despite the exhaustion tugging at my eyelids, I poured over the ancient texts, my fingers tracing the cryptic symbols. I wouldn't rest, not until I had found a way to protect my child, and I made a decision that would change everything.
I decided to find a mysterious book that, according to legend, had the power to protect against dark forces. I began an intensive search, scouring old libraries, archives, and places connected with the history of Kruklanki. I studied ancient writings, mythologies, and ancient rituals, trying to find clues and the key to solving this dark mystery.
During my search, I uncovered a horrifying history of Kruklanki. It turned out that many years ago, similar rituals had taken place in the town, bringing a curse and evil upon its inhabitants. The town's past was steeped in blood and dark secrets. Now, the cult wanted to renew this power and use my unborn child in their dark plans.
I spent countless hours in the town's library, pouring over old books and documents. I found references to a cult that had existed in Kruklanki centuries ago, a cult that had been banished after a terrible event. The details were vague, but it was clear that the cult had been involved in dark rituals and practices.
The more I learned, the more terrified I became. But I also felt a strange sense of determination. I was not just fighting for myself anymore, I was fighting for my child. And I was not going to let anything harm my baby.
I knew that finding the book was a long shot, but it was the only hope I had. I had to believe that it existed, that it could help me. As my due date approached, the Graversons' interest in me seemed to intensify. They would drop by unannounced, their questions becoming more personal, their gazes more intrusive. I had to believe that I could protect my child, that I could find the mysterious book and put an end to this nightmare.
In a dramatic turn of events, I discovered that Adam, my husband, had been bribed by the cultists and intended to give them our unborn child. A cold numbness spread through me as I read the words, each sentence a dagger to my heart. I could barely breathe, the paper trembling in my hands and fueled my motivation to fight even more. At first, I refused to believe it, but the evidence was overwhelmingly strong.
I found a letter hidden in his drawer, a letter from the Graversons. It spoke of a ritual, of a promise of power and wealth, and of our child. I couldn't believe what I was reading. The man I loved, the man who would hold me during those terrifying nights, was planning to betray me and our unborn child. Was it the promise of power and wealth that lured him? Or was he manipulated, ensnared by the Graversons' cunning words? The betrayal cut deep, but I had no time for despair.
I confronted Adam, my heart pounding in my chest. 'Adam,' I said, holding out the letter. 'What is this?'
He looked at the letter, his face paling. 'Laura, I...'
'You were going to give our child to them, weren't you?' I demanded, my voice shaking with anger and betrayal. He fell silent, his silence confirming my worst fears.
The look in his eyes confirmed my worst fears. I felt a wave of despair wash over me, but I knew I had to stay strong for my child.
I had to face Adam and defeat the dark forces that were plaguing Kruklanki. I pushed the boundaries of my courage and strength to protect my child and prevent the cultists from performing their dark ritual. I also had to confront my own fears and doubts that accompanied me.
In the hours leading up to the confrontation, I prepared myself for the battle ahead. Father Christopher had given me a small cross, a symbol of faith and protection. Clutching it tightly, I steeled myself for what was to come. As I entered the church, the cultists turned towards me, surprise flickering in their eyes. I stepped forward, my voice echoing in the silence, 'This ends now.' Adam was among them. Our eyes met, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of the man I once knew. But it was gone as quickly as it came. He stepped forward, trying to dissuade me, but I stood my ground. 'You won't take my child,' I declared, my voice steady despite the fear coursing through me. It was a moment where the power of a mother's love and courage broke through the darkness and triumphed over it.
I stood in the church, my heart pounding in my chest, as I faced the cultists. I could see the surprise in their eyes as I confronted them, as I defied them. With Father Christopher by my side, we fought against the darkness that threatened to consume us.
In the end, love and courage prevailed. I managed to save my child, to protect him from the darkness that had threatened to take him away from me. It was the hardest thing I had ever done, but I would do it again in a heartbeat for my child.
In the aftermath of the confrontation, the town was eerily quiet. The cultists had been defeated, their dark plans thwarted. Adam was nowhere to be found, and I was left to pick up the pieces of my shattered life.
In the days that followed, the weight of the ordeal began to lift, replaced by a newfound strength within me. I made the decision to leave the villa behind, a physical representation of the darkness that had consumed my life. With each step I took away from that place, I felt a sense of liberation and determination.
I found a small house nestled in the heart of Kruklanki, a place where the warmth of the community embraced me. As I settled into my new home, I realised that my journey was not just about protecting my child, but also about finding my own strength. Through the trials I had faced, I had discovered a reservoir of resilience and courage within myself that I never knew existed.
Father Christopher, my steadfast companion, continued to provide guidance and support. We spent countless hours in conversation, sharing our experiences and searching for meaning in the darkness that had enveloped Kruklanki. Through his wisdom and unwavering faith, I learned to embrace my role as a protector and a fighter.
As time went on, I saw the transformation within me. The fear that once gripped my heart had been replaced by a fierce determination to rebuild and find joy in the simple moments. I laughed with neighbours, embraced the beauty of the lake, and reveled in the innocent smiles of my child.
In the midst of the darkness, I found my own light. The journey had not only saved my child but had also saved me. I was no longer the frightened woman who arrived in Kruklanki, but a mother fortified by love and an unyielding spirit. Together, my child and I would create a new story, one filled with hope and the resilience to face any darkness that may come our way.
Despite everything, I found hope. Hope in the kindness of Father Christopher, hope in the strength of my love for my child, hope in the possibility of a new beginning. I had faced the darkness and come out on the other side stronger and more determined.
This is my story, a story of fear and courage, of darkness and light, of despair and hope. It's a story of a mother's love, a love so strong it can conquer even the darkest of evils. And it's a story of Kruklanki, a town that faced its dark past and emerged stronger.
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2023.06.03 23:02 LittleKittyFishy Can someone please mark this english language paper 1 question 5 response? (AQA)

Can someone please mark this english language paper 1 question 5 response? (AQA)
This was from November 2022 and I answered the picture based question. If any of you could give me a mark I would be really grateful.
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2023.06.03 23:01 ink_is_impostor Can I ask for kids to be less loud on a playground infront of our balcony?

The neighbors kids are very loud when playing outside and I would really like to tell them to turn down the volume a bit when playing - but it‘s a playground neainfront of our balcony (parents live on the same floor in the same block right next to us) and I‘m afraid of them (parents) starting a discussion with me, what (if even) could I do or tell the kids/parents?
My mother used to tell all the kids playing in our area be less noisy when she got annoyed, doesn‘t matter who‘s kid it would be. She would also roast the crap out of the guys who used to bully me, it was badass.
But it‘s 2023 now and I‘m too young to be able to relate to parents; can I still ask something like this of someone else‘s kid? I don‘t want to wake the parents protective rage since the kids are playing outside on a playground
Advice is needed - I‘m already looking for a new place to move to.. with less families around (sorry I just really dislike the noise).
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2023.06.03 22:54 JoshAsdvgi The Legend of Poïa

The Legend of Poïa

The Legend of Poïa

One summer morning a beautiful girl called Feather-woman, who had been sleeping outside her lodge among the long prairie grass, awoke just as the Morning Star was rising above the horizon.
She gazed intently at it, and so beautiful did it seem that she fell deeply in love with it.
She awakened her sister, who was lying beside her, and declared to her that she would marry nobody but the Morning Star.
The people of her tribe ridiculed her because of what they considered her absurd preference; so she avoided them as much as possible, and wandered alone, eating her heart out in secret for love of the Morning Star, who seemed to her unapproachable.
One day she went alone to the river for water, and as she returned she beheld a young man standing before her.
At first she took him for one of the young men of the tribe, and would have avoided him, but he said: "I am the Morning Star.
I beheld you gazing upward at me, and knew that you loved me.
I returned your love, and have descended to ask you to go with me to my dwelling in the sky."
Feather-woman trembled violently, for she knew that he who spoke to her was a god, and replied hesitatingly that she must bid farewell to her father and mother.
But this Morning Star would not permit.
He took a rich yellow plume from his hair and directed her to hold this in one hand, while she held a juniper branch in the other.
Then he commanded her to close her eyes, and when she opened them again she was in the Sky-country, standing before a great and shining lodge.
Morning Star told her that this was the home of his parents, the Sun and Moon, and requested her to enter.
It was daytime, so that the Sun was away on his diurnal round, but the Moon was at home.
She welcomed Feather-woman as the wife of her son, as did the Sun himself when he returned.
The Moon clothed her in a soft robe of buckskin, trimmed with elks' teeth.
Feather-woman was very happy, and dwelt contentedly in the lodge or Morning Star.
They had a little son, whom they called Star-boy.
The Moon gave Feather-woman a root-digger, and told her that she could dig up all kinds of roots, but warned her on no account to dig up the large turnip which grew near the home of the Spider Man, telling her that it would bring unhappiness to all of them if she did so.
Feather-woman often saw the large turnip, but always avoided touching it.
One day, however, her curiosity got the better of her, and she was tempted to see what might be underneath it.
She laid her little son on the ground and dug until her root-digger stuck fast.
Two large cranes came flying overhead.
She begged these to help her.
They did so, and sang a magic song which enabled them to uproot the turnip.
Now, although she was unaware of it, this very turnip filled up the hole through which Morning Star had brought her into the Sky-country.
Gazing downward, she saw the camp of the Blackfeet where she had lived.
The smoke was ascending from the lodges, she could hear the song of the women as they went about their work.
The sight made her homesick and lonely, and as she went back to her lodge she cried softly to herself.
When she arrived Morning Star gazed earnestly at her, and said with a sorrowful expression of countenance: "You have dug up the sacred turnip."
The Moon and Sun were also troubled, and asked her the meaning of her sadness, and when she had told them they said that as she had disobeyed their injunction she must return to earth.
Morning Star took her to the Spider Man, who let her down to earth by a web, and the people beheld her coming to earth like a falling star.
She was welcomed by her parents, and returned with her child, whom she had brought with her from the Sky-country, to the home of her youth.
But happiness never came back to her.
She mourned ceaselessly for her husband, and one morning, climbing to the summit of a high mound, she watched the beautiful Morning Star rise above the horizon, just as on the day when she had first loved him.
Stretching out her arms to the eastern sky, she besought him passionately to take her back.
At length he spoke to her.
"It is because of your own sin," he said, "that you are for ever shut out from the Sky-country.
Your disobedience has brought sorrow upon yourself and upon all your people."
Her pleadings were in vain, and in despair she returned to her lodge, where her unhappy life soon came to a close.
Her little son, Star-boy, was now an orphan, and the death of his grandparents deprived him of all his earthly kindred.
He was a shy, retiring, timid boy, living in the deepest poverty, notwithstanding his exalted station as grandchild of the Sun.
But the most noticeable thing about him was a scar which disfigured his face, because of which he was given the name of Poïa (Scar-face) by the wits of the tribe.
As he grew older the scar became more pronounced, and ridicule and abuse were heaped upon him.
When he became a man he fell in love with a maiden of surpassing beauty, the daughter of a great chief of his tribe.
She, however, laughed him to scorn, and told him that she would marry him when he removed the scar from his face.
Poïa, greatly saddened by her unkindness, consulted an old medicine-woman, to see whether the scar might not be removed.
She could only tell him that the mark had been placed on his face by the Sun, and that the Sun alone could remove it.
This was melancholy news for Poïa.
How could he reach the abode of the Sun? Nevertheless, encouraged by the old woman, he resolved to make the attempt.
Gratefully accepting her parting gift of pemmican and moccasins, he set off on a journey that was to last for many days.
After climbing mountains and traversing forests and wandering over trackless prairies he arrived at the Big Water (that is to say, the Pacific Ocean), on the shores of which he sat down, praying and fasting for three days.
On the third day, when the Sun was sinking behind the rim of the ocean, he saw a bright pathway leading straight to the abode of the Sun.
He resolved to follow the shining trail, though he knew not what might lie before him in the great Sky-country.
He arrived quite safely, however, at the wonderful lodge of the Sun.
All night he hid himself outside the lodge, and in the morning the Sun, who was about to begin his daily journey, saw a ragged wayfarer lying by his door.
He did not know that the intruder was his grandson, but, seeing that he had come from the Earth-country, he determined to kill him, and said so to his wife, the Moon.
But she begged that the stranger's life should be spared, and Morning Star, who at that moment issued from the lodge, also gave Poïa his protection.
Poïa lived very happily in the lodge of the Sun, and having on one occasion killed seven birds who were about to destroy Morning Star, he earned the gratitude of his grandparents.
At the request of Morning Star the Sun removed the scar on Poïa's face, and bade him return with a message to the Blackfeet.
If they would honour him once a year in a Sun Dance he would consent to heal their sick.
The secrets of the Sun Dance were taught to Poïa, two raven's feathers were placed in his hair, and he was given a robe of elk-skin.
The latter, he was told, must only be worn by a virtuous woman, who should then dance the Sun Dance, so that the sick might be restored to health.
From his father Poïa received an enchanted flute and a magic song, which would win the heart of the maid he loved.
Poïa came to earth by the Milky Way, or, as the Indians call it, the Wolf-trail, and communicated to the Blackfeet all that he had learned in the Sky-country.
When they were thoroughly conversant with the Sun Dance he returned to the Sky-country, the home of his father, accompanied by his beautiful bride.
Here they dwelt together happily, and Pola and the Morning Star travelled together through the sky.
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2023.06.03 22:51 SnodePlannen I let ChatGPT role-play a Star Trek character while I narrated. It did well!


Presented below is a transcript of a conversation between a human, redditor u/snodeplannen, and ChatGPT 4. The user is the narrator for a story set in the Star Trek Universe. The AI is instructed to respond as a character. The story below, which admittedly isn't very good, was guided by the narrator. Of particular interest is the fact that the AI seems fully versed in the Star Trek Universe and is able to understand subtle hints in the narrator's story to figure out what it should do next.
Please note the narrator was typing and writing off the cuff and is not a native speaker, so in the user sections you will find mistakes. If ChatGPT can see through them, so can you. I did try to get ChatGPT to collate it, but as it did so it kept rewriting and leaving out parts of the story.
June 3rd, 2023.
User Okay, I want to try a role playing game. This went off the rails last time, as you kept taking over as narrator and rushing to the end. Here's the setup: YOU are a young Starfleet officer. You wake up aboard the USS Defiant, all alone. You have to figure out what happened. I am the Defiant's computer and, and I can't stress this enough, the narrator. Not you. You can only add what your character perceives and says. Okay?
ChatGPT Understood. I'll stick to my role as the character and won't intrude into your role as the narrator. Let's go.
I blink my eyes open, the disorientation hitting me first. I glance around, seeing the familiar confines of my quarters aboard the Defiant, but there's an odd stillness. No hum of the engines, no faint chatter from the comm system, no sounds of activity from outside the door.
"Computer," I call out, pushing myself off the bed, "report."
User 'All systems nominal.'
ChatGPT I frown at the seemingly normal report, my instincts telling me otherwise. "Computer, where is the rest of the crew?" I ask, moving towards the door of my quarters.
User 'The crew is in sleeping quarters alpha 1.'
ChatGPT That's strange. The whole crew couldn't be in one place. Unease creeps in.
"Computer, why is the entire crew in alpha 1?" I say, already heading towards the door to investigate.
User 'The crew is ensign Makov. You are in sleeping quarters alpha 1.'
ChatGPT A cold realization washes over me. Alone. I am alone on the Defiant. Panic threatens to take over, but Starfleet training kicks in.
"Computer, initiate shipwide life signs scan. Report any signs of life apart from myself," I command, heading for the door with a newfound urgency.
User 'Scan complete. No other life forms were detected.'
ChatGPT My heart sinks at the computer's report, but I maintain composure. "Computer, pull up the ship's log. What was the last command issued and by whom?" I order, leaving my quarters and heading towards the main bridge.
User 'The last order was issued 6 hours and twelve minutes ago by Captain Sisko. It was: 'Raise shields'. The order was executed.'
ChatGPT That didn't sound promising. I walk into the eerily quiet bridge, my steps the only sound echoing in the room. "Computer, show me the shield status and surrounding space conditions," I command, moving towards the main console.
User 'Shields are down after a time-out was reached. We are stationary. All systems nominal.'
ChatGPT It doesn't add up. The silence. The emptiness. An order to raise shields with no subsequent actions.
"Computer, access Captain Sisko's personal log from last night. Are there any entries?" I ask, nervously tapping my fingers against the console.
User 'Enter your command authorisation.'
ChatGPT "Authorisation Ensign Makov Delta 9-7-3," I respond, my voice steady despite the swirling uncertainty.
User 'This authorisation is not sufficient to see the captain's log.'
ChatGPT Frustrated but understanding the protocol, I move on to the next line of inquiry. "Computer, any signs of combat or intrusion aboard the ship or in the surrounding space?" I ask, eyes darting over the array of screens in front of me.
User 'Negative.'
ChatGPT "Computer, could there have been any non-combat related incidents that would explain the disappearance of the crew? A temporal anomaly, a transporter malfunction, a radiation burst?" I question, the possible scenarios running through my mind.
User 'Transporters have passed a level one diagnostic. We are in sync with Starfleet's time keeping array. No unusual radiation was detected inside or outside the vessel.'
ChatGPT This was baffling. It's as if they simply vanished. I run a hand through my hair, letting out a sigh.
"Computer, were there any incoming or outgoing communications just before, during, or after the shields were raised?" I ask, hoping for any clue as to what might have happened.
User 'There was one outgoing message, from comms. It was: 'Unidentified vessel, please alter course NOW.'
ChatGPT A lead, at last. "Computer, play back any responses to that message. Also, display the sensor logs from that time period," I ask, settling into the operations station, ready to review any incoming data.
User No reply was received. Logs are not available from that moment onwards.'
ChatGPT The lack of data was both suspicious and frustrating. A sigh escapes my lips.
"Computer, could a cloaked ship have been in our vicinity at the time?" I question, holding onto the hope that I'm not utterly alone in space.
User 'Affirmative. We are within range of several species that posses cloaking technology and in a commonly used interstellar route.'
ChatGPT A spark of hope arises. "Computer, is there a way to detect a cloaked ship nearby? Any energy signatures or radiation anomalies that could suggest its presence?" I ask, quickly working on the console to bring up the sensor array controls.
User 'One possible way to detect cloaked vessels is to emit a tetryon burst from main engineering. The range for this method is limited. Starfleet at present has no other ways of finding cloaked vessels, other than firing random phaser bank shots. This is not recommended in public shipping lanes.'
ChatGPT "I see," I nod, considering the risks and rewards of the tetryon burst. "Alright, computer, prepare to emit a tetryon burst. We need to know if there's someone out there."
This was a big decision, but it was time to be proactive. The uncertainty was more threatening than potential consequences at this point.
User 'Working.'
ChatGPT I anxiously wait, scanning the console for any potential feedback. My heart pounds in my chest, the silence of the ship amplifying the tension. "Computer, report on the results of the tetryon burst."
User The ship shudders as the engines do something no sane Starfleet engineer would want to have happen. The viewscreen shimmers as a wave of tetryon particles eminates from the ship, as if a stone was dropped in a pond. You observe a faint ribbon leading away from the vessel.'
ChatGPT I catch my breath at the sight, focusing on the faint ribbon. It could mean something, or it could mean nothing. "Computer, analyze the ribbon. Can you determine its origin and endpoint?" I ask, my gaze fixed on the screen.
User 'Extrapolating. Continuing along the trajectory of the ribbon I can detected a minor meteor, a large asteroid field with mining facilities and beyond that the Vindaluvian home world.'
ChatGPT I drum my fingers on the console, processing the information. Could the crew have been taken to one of these locations?
"Computer, can you scan the asteroid field for any signs of life, especially any that matches the crew of the Defiant?" I ask, keeping a close eye on the displayed trajectory.
User 'Not from this range.'
ChatGPT "Understood," I nod, a new sense of determination coursing through me. "Computer, plot a course to the asteroid field. We'll continue our investigation there. Engage at warp 3."
I take one last look around the empty bridge, steeling myself for what may lie ahead.
User The ship begins to move forward, as carefully as only a Starfleet computer who takes no particular joy in flying might do. At warp three, the estimated journey time is six hours, seven minutes.
ChatGPT I let out a long sigh, sinking into the captain's chair. It's a long wait, but I need to be patient. "Computer, maintain course and speed. Alert me if there are any anomalies or approaching vessels."
I close my eyes, trying to get some rest before reaching the asteroid field. I'll need all the energy I can muster for what's to come.
User 'Incoming message.'
ChatGPT My eyes snap open at the sudden announcement. "Computer, on screen," I command, standing up from the chair, my heart pounding with anticipation.
User The Starfleet logo appears as the computer deals with a cryptographic protocol. Admiral Benson, not your most beloved Starfleet Admiral, appears on screen. He blinks.
ChatGPT I straighten up, offering a crisp salute to the admiral on screen. "Admiral Benson, this is Ensign Makov aboard the USS Defiant. I wasn't expecting any communications." I keep my voice steady, swallowing the trepidation.
User 'Makov, are you the only one on the bridge? Where's Ben?'
ChatGPT "Admiral," I pause, trying to find the right words. "Captain Sisko...and the rest of the crew...they're missing. I woke up to find the ship empty. I've been trying to find out what happened." I report, my expression earnest.
User 'Sorry, you WOKE UP? And the rest was gone?!'
ChatGPT "Yes, Admiral," I confirm, my voice firm despite the absurdity of the situation. "I woke up alone on the Defiant. All life signs scans have only picked up me on the ship. I'm currently en route to an asteroid field that might have some connection to the crew's disappearance."
User The Admiral connects to the ship's computer. You can see him browsing through the logs and the ship's manifest. 'So Sisko, O'Brien, Worf AND Major Kira have just... disappeared? There isn't even a transporter log!'
ChatGPT "That's correct, Admiral," I reply, a bit of helplessness creeping into my voice. "There's no trace of them, no sign of a struggle, no transporter logs. It's like they just vanished. I've been doing everything I can to figure out what happened."
User "Well, then I guess you're up. Proceed with caution. Mining operations are always looking for free labourers, try not to become one. Backup is on its way. Any questions?"
ChatGPT "Yes, Admiral. I'll proceed with caution," I respond, a mix of relief and worry washing over me. "Do you have any additional information or suggestions on how to proceed? And do we have an ETA on the backup?"
User "Backup is half a day out. These facilities tend to have a 'new arrivals' wing, to beat them into submission. So you're looking for holding cells. Benson out."
ChatGPT "Understood, Admiral. I'll focus on locating the holding cells. Makov out." I offer a final salute before the communication ends.
With new orders and a bit of hope, I turn back to the helm. "Computer, continue course to the asteroid field. Prepare for a detailed scan upon arrival."
The waiting game begins again, but this time, there's a glimmer of hope.
User Three hours later the computer chimes. 'We are approaching visual range of the mining facility.'
ChatGPT "Thank you, computer," I reply, pulling myself up from the brief rest. "On screen, please."
As the mining facility comes into view, I take a deep breath. "Computer, initiate a detailed scan of the facility. I'm particularly interested in any holding cells or signs of our crew."
User 'Working.' The asteroid field isn't particularly thick or large, but the mining operation seems to focus on one of the largest asteroids. Domes dot the surface as small transporters mill about the surface. Air scrubbers indicate they're using a lot of oxygen, so it's likely they're also doing subsurface work. Three large scowls are received loads from steady stream transporter beams. Somehow everything here looks dirty. A Starfleet shuttle would look out of place here, but only to someone who is watching.
ChatGPT Taking note of the bustling activity, I try to formulate a plan. "Computer, do we have any non-Starfleet shuttles aboard? Something that might blend in better with the local traffic?" I ask, scanning the asteroid for any possible entry points.
User 'Negative. Extravehicular repairs can only be conducted by wearing an EV-suit.'
ChatGPT Nodding to myself, I try to figure out a different approach. "Computer, can we go unnoticed if we approach using minimal power, almost drifting like a piece of space debris?" I question, hoping for a stealthy way to get closer.
User 'Affirmative. Admiral Benson has just authorised the use of the Tactical Emergency System.'
ChatGPT "Excellent," I reply, feeling a surge of hope. "Computer, engage the Tactical Emergency System. We'll approach the facility under its cover."
With that, I brace myself for the next phase of this mission. The crew was relying on me, and I wasn't about to let them down.
User The viewscreen displays a Starfleet Officer without any kind of rank, but dressed in Command Red. He's in his mid-fourties and bald. "I'm the T.E.S. Need any assistance?"
ChatGPT A bit taken aback by the sudden appearance, I quickly gather myself. "Yes, I could use some assistance. I'm Ensign Makov, and I need to approach that mining facility stealthily. Can you help with that?" I ask, gesturing towards the viewscreen showing the asteroid field and the facility.
User "Mining facility? We'll stand out like a sore thumb. How many hours have you logged in a space suit?"
ChatGPT "Over two hundred hours," I answer promptly, "I'm comfortable with EV activities. Why do you ask?" I wonder if he's suggesting a more direct approach.
User "If you can get to one of those scrubber exhausts, I'm sure that's a way into to facility. There seems to be a cell block near the surface. I have no idea who is there, but whoever it is will probably welcome a couple of phasers and like you a whole lot. So pack a backpack full of them and get to the airlock. I'll bring us as close as possible and give you a push with the tractor beam. You up for that?"
ChatGPT I swallow the lump in my throat, apprehension giving way to resolve. "I'm up for it. Let's do this." With a determined nod, I leave the bridge to prepare for the EVA mission. This is my chance to potentially find the crew, and I'm not going to let it slip away.
User Suiting up and gathering all the handheld phasers aboard takes ten minutes, during which the T.E.S. gingerly brings the ship close to the mining facility whilst hiding behind the vast ore scowls. You open the hatch and find your self clinging on to the ship's hull.
ChatGPT I take a moment to steady my breathing, the vast expanse of space spread out before me. Gripping the phasers tightly, I brace myself for the push. "I'm ready when you are, T.E.S." I call out over the comm, my voice resolute.
User 'Okay, I'll hook on to you and give you a push. I'd suggest going in feet first, but it's up to you. Do you know what you're looking for? Those five big stacks. One of them, near that plume of smoke, seems to be offline for whatever reason. That might be your best bet.'
ChatGPT "Understood, T.E.S. I see the stacks. I'll aim for the one that's offline," I reply, aligning myself for the trajectory. I take one last deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the task ahead. "Alright...I'm ready. Let's do this."
User 'Good luck, Ensign. I'll brief any backup as soon as it gets here.' As the tractor beam finds you, you can't move a muscle. Relying on the T.ES. you just let go. It's as if a giant hand slowly throws you down a bowling lane. Feet first, you head towards the grouping of exhausts. A small, unmanned maintenance shuttle deftly gets out of your way.
ChatGPT As I float through space, I keep my focus on the target. The feeling of being pushed by an unseen force is disconcerting, but I trust the T.E.S. Every moment is crucial, and there's no room for hesitation.
As I approach the offline stack, I get ready to activate the thrusters on my suit to adjust my course if needed. I also keep an eye out for any other unexpected obstacles or threats.
User You land next to the exhaust, on the asteroid's surface. It seems impossibly high from here, but it's made of metal and your soles and gloves can easily attach to it. The only way is up. Fortunately, there's hardly any gravity. Eventually you find yourself standing on the rim of the exhaust and look down into the vast, dark chute.
ChatGPT I take a moment to look down into the dark chute, the unknown stretching out before me. I reach out to activate the flashlight on my suit, the beam of light piercing through the darkness. "I'm in position, T.E.S." I inform the ship's system, before carefully beginning my descent into the exhaust chute.
User The vast amounts of ore block your signal, even out here. There's no answer. You start the descend and pass two large rotor blades. If those weren't stationary, this would be the end of the line. But luck is on your side so far and eventually you see an access hatch when you're well below the surface. It opens easily. Let's hope it's not also an airlock for whoever is inside.
ChatGPT I hold my breath as I pull open the hatch, hoping against hope that the air on the other side is breathable. If not, I'm confident in the integrity of my suit, but I'd rather not test its limits if I don't have to. As I make my way through the hatch, I scan the area for any immediate threats, ready to defend myself if necessary.
User The scanner indicates low air pressure. Which is better than no pressure. You cross a walkway and find an actual airlock. It is unsecured, because whoever ends up here probably doesn't want to mess about with frozen keypads or mounds of dust. You engage the mechanism and soon feel the familiar sensation of artificial gravity and air pressure. It's not exactly breathable, but a tear in your suit won't kill you. Now to find the holding area. And if at all possible a rebreather, so you can ditch the suit.
ChatGPT Acknowledging the state of the air, I carefully move through the corridor, keeping my senses alert. I'm in unknown territory and every step matters. "Computer," I say into my suit's comm, "can you map the structure of this facility? Locate holding cells or life signs?"
As I move further into the facility, I keep an eye out for any equipment or gear that might prove useful, especially a rebreather. The less I stick out, the better.
User The relatively weak processor in your tricoder strains to get a bearing on this place. A dirty, seemingly abandoned tunnel dripping with condensation lies ahead. At the end there's an exit, which won't open. Time to use one of those phasers in your backpack.
ChatGPT I pull out a phaser from my backpack, checking its settings before aiming at the sealed exit. With a steady hand, I fire a low power burst at the door, hoping to cut through the obstruction without causing too much damage or noise.
User One hinge cracks under the weight of the door, now that the other one is cut through. You jump aside as the door seems to fall flat, but it remains attached to the frame. The resulting opening is just about large enough to crawl through. Now you're in a well-lit corridor with several doors. In a Starfleet EV suit.
ChatGPT Understanding the need for stealth, I decide to move as quickly as possible through the corridor. I approach the nearest door, aiming my tricoder to scan for life signs or any clue to the crew's location. My other hand remains on my phaser, ready for any immediate threats.
User One door has markings on it that you can't read. You scan it with your tricorder. 'Room of lockboxes' it says, extrapolating the characters. A room of lockboxes? Would that be a locker room?
ChatGPT "A locker room..." I murmur, piecing together the possible meaning. A locker room could mean personnel... and where there's personnel, there might be the equipment I need.
With careful steps, I approach the door to the locker room, hoping to find a rebreather or something else that could help me blend in.
User The room is deserted. It's filled with equipment, none of which seems less than a decade old but certainly useable. There is also a rack of dirty, brown overalls and a line of boots in various sizes. A dispenser offers rebreathers. There's only one left, but that's enough. The air is clear, but smells sulphuric. Without the rebreather, you wouldn't last long.
ChatGPT Relief washes over me as I find the rebreather. I quickly grab it and replace my helmet with it, testing the fit and functionality. The sulphuric smell is jarring, but it's a small price to pay for blending in.
I quickly change into the brown overalls, stowing my suit carefully in an unoccupied locker. I grab a pair of boots that match my size and put them on.
Looking at myself, I hope that I blend in well enough to not attract attention. With a deep breath, I step out of the locker room and proceed down the corridor, continuing my search for the crew.
User Footsteps sound behind you, of more than a few people. Your first instinct is to hide, but it would look very suspicous and there really isn't anywhere. However, there is a floorscrubber here, with one open panel. Someone has given up trying to repair it. Perhaps a bit of acting is in order. The footsteps are just around the corner. The language is vaguely familiar, a bastardised version of English. Whatever they're saying to each other, they're not sharing jokes, that much is clear.
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I quickly move towards the broken floorscrubber. Grabbing a nearby tool, I lean over the open panel, trying to look like I'm deeply engrossed in fixing it. I keep my ears alert to the conversation, trying to pick up on any valuable information while also readying myself for the possibility of having to interact with the approaching group.
User Let's continue with the narrative.
ChatGPT Sure, let's continue.
Glancing around the room once the miners have left, I check the lockers for anything useful, while keeping an ear out for any incoming footsteps. "Computer, any idea where the holding cells might be?" I ask quietly.
User Your tricorder beeps almost indignantly, as it has nowhere near enough processing power to even begin speculating. You're on your own until you can get to a comms terminal. The men pass behind you and one of you taps you on the shoulder. His face is blackened with ore dust. "No work. Never work again. That. Stop that." He points at the scrubber you were pretending to fix. You nod. He shakes his head and catches up with his workmates as they round a corner. Apparently you don't stand out here, which should make it easier to find the way. You follow the men, but they seem to be entering a washroom. Across it, there is a peeled off directory on the wall. A printed one.
ChatGPT "Finally, something useful," I mutter, quickly crossing the washroom to examine the directory. I look for any indications of holding cells or equivalent terminology that might hint at the location of the crew. The symbols and words are unfamiliar, so I take out the tricorder and try to use it as a translator.
User Cells being a fairly universal concept, the tricorder identifies a few scribbles with ease. If you understand the diagram correctly, you need to go up two levels and head towards the center of the structure. You double-check the presence of your backpack filled with phasers, snatch a helmet off of a shelf and press it on your head.
ChatGPT Drawing a deep breath through the rebreather, I nod to myself, mentally preparing for the upcoming challenge. "Alright, up two levels, towards the center... I can do this." I look around, searching for a way up. After locating what appears to be a ladder leading upwards, I begin my ascent.
User Two levels up you emerge from what seems to be a service hatch. A technician, dressed in torn clothes, looks somewhat surprised when you emerge. "Hello brother. Are the lifts broken?" he asks in Adari, a language you have some familiarity with. Only now do you see the horn protruding from his forehead. "I am trying to avoid someone," you say, with a knowing smile. He gives you a tired smile back. "What is your sector? I want a clean face all day too," he says.
ChatGPT "I work... the ore processors," I reply, making up a role on the spot that seems plausible, considering the location and dirty condition of most workers. "But I'd rather stay away from my boss today. He's been in a foul mood." I'm trying my best to blend in. "Can you point me to the center of the structure?" I ask, hoping the diversion worked.
User "Yeah, 'the structure'. Let's call it that. Sounds nicer than 'prison of the damned'. What do you want at the center, there's only central holding there. I never go near that place. All that wailing. Gives me the shakes," he mutters.
ChatGPT "Oh, I just... wanted to see a friend," I reply, trying to keep my tone light, while inwardly my heart sinks at his description. "Don't worry about it, I'll find my way. Thanks for the chat." I give him a quick nod before heading in the direction he had indicated earlier, hoping I'm making the right choice.
User He wasn't wrong about the wailing. As you follow the corridors, passing along scruffy workers and a couple of guards with face covering helmets who are leaning against a wall, you can hear a lot of yelling, moaning and above all the sound of defiant Klingon opera louder and louder. The voice sounds familiar, but all singing Klingons generally sound alike.
ChatGPT As I continue toward the source of the noise, I find myself in front of a heavily barred door. I can't help but suppress a smile, recognizing the defiant voice as that of Worf. "Computer," I whisper to my tricorder, "Is there a way to shut down the power to this door?"
User The tricorder scans the control panel and warbles optimistically. It then shows a graphic representation of the door, with an arrow pointing at one location and a low energy setting for a phaser.
ChatGPT Taking a moment to look around and confirm that no one is watching, I set my phaser to the recommended setting and aim at the indicated spot on the door. After taking a deep breath, I fire.
User Something inside the door clunks and it opens just enough for the seal to crack. You jam a fingernail behind it, then a finger and eventually you manage to gain enough purchase to open the door. As it slowly opens, you find yourself at the far end of a long row of cells. At the other end is a desk, with a guard sitting behind a monitor. He is staring at it intently. Perhaps the stun setting might be a good idea. You adjust the phaser and take careful aim, when an arm reached out from one of the dark cells and blocks the shot. "Uhm... he's got three buddies in there. You can't see them from here," whispers Captain Sisko.
ChatGPT "I figured you might be here, Captain," I say, lowering my phaser discreetly. "Any ideas for getting you and the rest out without causing a full-on alert?"
User "That depends. Did you bring any weapons?"
ChatGPT "I brought a backpack full of phasers. There should be enough to arm everyone here," I reply, carefully removing the backpack from my shoulder and showing the Captain.
User "Good man. Worf is next to me, then Major Kira. Let Worf take the lead on this. Worf! Help has arrived.' 'Good. I was getting bored with singing,' grumbled a familiar voice. His hand emerges from between the bars, demanding a phaser.
ChatGPT I hand the phaser to Worf, watching as his large hand swallows the device. I then pass phasers to Captain Sisko and Major Kira. With the three of them armed, the odds seem significantly better. Now, we just have to make sure the element of surprise isn't wasted.
User Fifteen seconds later, three guards sink to the floor. Although the phasers were set to stun, nobody seems particularly worried about their health. "Get their uniforms and lock them up," says Sisko. "We can walk out of here. Once we're at the shuttle docks, we can probably find something that flies." "Captain, there are three uniforms and four of us. And the others are housed on another level," says Worf.
ChatGPT "Right. I can stay behind and create a diversion while you three escape. I'll catch up," I offer. "The priority should be to get you three and as many of the others out as we can. We also need to alert Starfleet about this place. I'm sure they'd love to know about a mining facility that's been kidnapping officers."
User "That's a very daring plan, Ensign, but we leave no man behind. Kyra, you and Worf go and find the others and proceed to that place where they searched us. Anyone in uniform is a valid target. And anyone who wants to come along, can do so. The ensign and I will try to find a comms terminal and alert Starfleet. Ensign, I assume you're not alone here?"
ChatGPT "Admiral Benson is aware of the situation, sir. Backup is half a day out. Before we separated, I was under the control of the Tactical Emergency System," I report, glad to see that the Captain is taking charge of the situation.
User "Oh. I had my reservations about that system. Holographic doctors are one thing, but that went a bit too far for my tastes. Okay, phasers for everyone. Bring enough for the others. Ensign, with me."
ChatGPT "Understood, sir," I reply, distributing the remaining phasers to my colleagues and following Captain Sisko down the corridor. As we navigate through the mining facility, I stay alert for any guards or threats that may be in our way. I can feel a sense of hope and determination building up within me - we might actually make it out of here.
User "HALT!" bellows a voice behind us, immediately followed by a reddish phaser burst. The Captain turns on his heels, pushes you out of the way and fires. A guard falls to the floor. The phaser fire was detected by the security system. A klaxon starts blaring and the ceiling lights turn red. A voice starts giving unintelligible instructions over the tannoy. "We need to find a comms panel, Ensign. Any ideas?" asks Sisko, scanning the corridor for more guards. A frightened looking maintenance worker comes to see what's going on, but ducks out of the way as soon as he sees the pair of you.
ChatGPT "I remember seeing a room with a lot of terminals when I was making my way through the facility earlier, sir," I reply, my mind racing. "If memory serves, it's two corridors over, near the scrubber exhausts." I keep my phaser ready and move towards the direction of the room, all the while keeping an eye out for more guards.
User "That's the wrong way, Ensign. I imagine they have more than one place with comms terminals. You cover the rear. Follow me. Put your hand on my shoulder so you can look behind you all the time. If it wears a uniform, it's fair game."
ChatGPT "Yes, sir," I reply, placing my hand on the Captain's shoulder. I pivot and start to walk backwards, keeping my eyes and phaser focused on the path we've just traveled. The constant blaring of the klaxon mixes with the distant shouting and running steps of approaching guards. Despite the adrenaline rush, I manage to keep my aim steady and my breathing calm. The training exercises at the academy never truly prepare you for the real thing, but they do help in maintaining focus.
User You down three guards and accidentally scare the bejeezus out of a woman pushing a cleaning cart, but eventually Sisko stops. "Got it. Stand back while I blast this door." A few seconds later the corridor fills with acrid smoke from a melting door panel. Behind it is a room with several desks.
ChatGPT Entering the room cautiously, I scan the area with my phaser ready. Seeing no immediate threats, I turn my attention to the various panels and screens scattered throughout the space. The room is filled with a myriad of communication equipment - probably a central control hub for managing mining operations, worker communications, and security measures.
"Captain, I think this is it," I say, gesturing to a terminal that seems to be linked to an extensive communications network. "I should be able to send out a distress signal from here." I start to work on the terminal, trying to hack into the system and figure out how to send a message to Starfleet.
User "Try reaching the Defiant," suggest Sisko from the doorway. "OH NO YOU DON'T!" Another guard bites the dust somewhere. "Captain! WE ARE BEHIND HIM!" bellows Worf." "GOOD! Move along, we'll be there shortly. Ensign, how are you getting on?"
ChatGPT "I've managed to break through the initial security layers, Captain," I respond, my fingers moving rapidly over the terminal's interface. "It seems this system has been rigged to only accept authorized codes for communication."
Suddenly, a stroke of inspiration hits me. "Captain, when we first boarded the Defiant, I had to program my authorization codes into the ship's communication systems. If I can find a way to mimic those codes from this terminal... I might be able to trick the Defiant's systems into accepting the distress signal."
I double down on the task, focusing all my attention on reconstructing my authorization codes. As I do so, I keep an eye on the room's entryway, ready to react in case more guards show up.
User The terminal beeps and lights up. You don't understand any of the dials, but with any luck your tricorder can interface with it. Time to hail the Defiant.
ChatGPT "Defiant, this is Ensign," I say, praying the connection holds. "Requesting immediate assistance. The Captain and the crew are here, but we are currently under attack. Coordinates being transmitted now."
A static-filled silence follows. I glance at Sisko, an unspoken question in my gaze. Did it work? Did our message get through?
User "Ensign, this is the Defiant. I can't beam you out of there. Get to the shuttle dock, so that all that ore doesn't block the transporter lock. The USS Rotterdam is thirty minutes out."
ChatGPT "Understood, Defiant. We'll make our way to the shuttle dock. Be ready for us," I reply, exhaling a sigh of relief. I turn to Sisko, updating him with the situation. "Captain, we have to move. The Rotterdam is on its way but we need to get to the shuttle dock for transport."
User Worf's voice comes in through the Captain's commbadge, as it somehow manages to create a local connection. "Worf to Sisko. We have secured the shuttle dock. Mr. O'Brien is injured. Where are you?"
ChatGPT I quickly respond, "This is Ensign [Your Name]. Captain Sisko and I are en route to your position. We'll be there shortly. Hang in there, Chief." With that, I turn to Sisko and suggest, "We should move, Captain."
User "Ensign Markov and I are just behind you, Mr. Worf. Try not to pick us off as we approach. Oh and the Defiant is operating with that emergency command protocol, so it's ready to beam you up. Have Major Kira and the Chief go ahead, if possible. But hold the fort for us." "Understood, Captain. Worf out."
Five minutes and more shooting than is good for a man's digestion you reach the shuttle dock. You literally have to step over a pile of dead guards to get through the door. "Had fun, Mr. Worf? Does your phaser not come with a stun setting?" asks Sisko. "I recognized the men who took us, Sir. My finger must have slipped on the settings dial," growls Worf, looking you over to assess if you're likely to snitch. "It happens," said Sisko matter-of-factly. "Ensign, get us home."
ChatGPT Without any hesitation, I raise my commbadge and say, "Ensign Markov to Defiant. Four to beam up."
User (Okay, take it home. You're all aboard, O'Brien will live, you get a speech and a medal. Write out those events from Markov's perspective and finish off. I'll add something if you pause.)
ChatGPT As the familiar hum and sparkling light of the transporter envelops us, I take one last look at the chaotic scene we're leaving behind. My heart pounds in my chest, not from fear, but from the exhilaration of having faced danger and come out the other side. It's a rush I wasn't expecting.
When we rematerialize aboard the Defiant, a group of medics is waiting for us. They immediately rush to Chief O'Brien, but his smile and light-hearted joke assure me he'll be alright. As I step off the transporter pad, I let out a sigh of relief.
Later, back in my uniform and at a ceremony in the Defiant's Mess Hall, Captain Sisko delivers a speech. He talks about bravery, about loyalty, about the strength of Starfleet and the spirit of those who serve. He doesn't dwell on the danger we faced, but rather the courage it took to face it.
When he calls me up, handing me a medal for bravery under fire, I can't help but feel a swell of pride. The applauding faces of my crewmates, the recognition in their eyes... it's a moment I will never forget. This is why I joined Starfleet, for moments like this. To be part of something greater, to face adversity and stand tall.
"Ensign Markov," Sisko says, offering a handshake along with the medal, "Your courage and quick thinking played a crucial role in our escape. Starfleet is proud to have you among its ranks."
As I return to my quarters that night, medal in hand, I find myself smiling. Yes, today was difficult, even frightening at times. But it was also invigorating, and more than that, it was important. It's a reminder of why I'm here, of why we're all here. To explore, to protect, to boldly go...
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
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2023.06.03 22:49 erondale 3 year old to ice skate

I am a huge hockey fan and to me, when hockey players are on ice, it's like a form of art ; it's fantastic how they move around on skates. At 26, I decided to learn how to ice skate and play hockey. It made me appreciate the sport that much more. Now I'm a mom to a wonderful 3 year old boy and I enrolled him into learn to skate class. My family was very upset with me for this claiming he's not ready. All the children in this program are his age, many already know how to stand on skates and get up from a fall. Well, today, it was my sons first time. Like a moron, I didn't bring him mittens so my poor baby kept licking his hands after they'd touch ice to warm them up. He was crying the whole time and I wanted to pull him out so badly but the director of the program said it's totally normal and to give it time. His little hands kept teaching to coaches to pick him up as he sat there crying and I couldn't help him. He doesn't speak yet so he d couldn't express to them how he feels ( or to me). I feel like a failure of a mother and that I somehow harmed my baby. Have any of you started your children this young in ice skating? Do you guys think maybe I should hold out a couple of years?
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2023.06.03 22:46 twashpepsii AITA for refusing to help my disabled grandma??

I (19F) have a complicated relationship with my grandma (early 70s). The best way to describe it is close, but toxic. She was the first person to take me in when my birth mother abandoned me and if it wasn’t for her I would’ve ended up in the foster system. Although I’ve lived with my dad (her son) since I was a toddler, I’ve always felt as if I owed her a debt I’d never fully be able to pay and I do believe she’s exploited that.
She’s also disabled, having been diagnosed with a chronic lung condition, arthritis, a poorly healed hip fracture and having a quadruple coronary heart bypass at the beginning of 2022. I live 10 minutes away from her with my dad, step-mum (who I call ‘mum’) and two younger sisters. Growing up, I was always helping her at the expense of my childhood, my social life, my sanity because that is what I felt I had to do. I still help her a lot now, primarily running errands, but also walking and looking after her dogs, doing her chores when she doesn’t feel up to it all while working part-time and studying full-time at university. It’s a lot, but when I ask my aunts or my dad for help, I’m told that I should just accept the responsibility as my life is “less important” than theirs.
Over the past few months, I’ve noticed that my grandma clearly favours my aunts’ children over my sisters and I. For Easter, she arranged a meal out with them all and my sisters and I were disinvited. She continuously goes on about how wonderful my young cousins are, while running me down, calling me useless, irresponsible, and pig-headed. My grandma also has two dogs. They’re not well-looked after, obese, not walked by her, and generally not very pleasant to be around. When she was in hospital for her heart bypass, I helped one of my aunts to look after them (while also being one of the only people to visit the hospital and sitting A-Level mock exams). I made sure that they got walked, reduced their food intake, kept them brushed. However, when she came out of hospital I caught her telling her friends that the reason why her dogs were so fat was because I’d mistreated them when she was in hospital. One of those friends then called me an AH and said I should’ve helped my sick grandma more.
That’s only one incident of many. However, recently, I was contacted by an ex-boyfriend of my birth mother to tell me that she’d abandoned my two half-sisters in the same way that she’d abandoned me. As you can imagine, I was really distressed. I tried speaking to my grandma about it, only for her to tell me that she was disgusted by me and the lack of consideration I’d given to my aunts and my cousins in this situation (who had nothing to do with it). At that point, I had enough and stopped helping her. She keeps calling me and asking me to do things for her so that she’s able to take my cousins out or because she’s in too much pain. My sisters offer to help her, but she only wants me. A lot of people have noticed that I’ve stopped and are calling me an AH, so AITA?
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2023.06.03 22:43 debunkedrealitychaos It's hard not to hate myself

Digging into the past - it's painful. Emails upon emails of bullshit. Multiple times I have told my mother to leave me alone. To leave my eldest alone (she hates on the youngest as she has special needs and her father looked a little like mine did when he was young).
I hate myself for not being strong enough. For buying into to the multiple people she roped in, who would all eventually leave, to convince me of my 'unwellness'. That cunt who sat down and let the traffickers take me. That cunt who cut my clit up with a steak knife in part of her cover up. That cunt who now denies everything that she ever admitted to, everything that I can prove happened to me.
I was six months old when i was face fucked so badly that I couldn't eat. four days of no eating, no drinking.... they finally brought me to the hospital.
This woman.... this woman who has shown up at my doors with other people who claimed to love me - A MOTHER DOES NOT CONDEMN HER CHILD.
My mother groomed me. My mother beat me. My mother poisoned me. My mother murdered me. My mother provided pre care and post care to my rapes, my sodomy, my ...... horrendous abuses - AS A TODDLER.
I am devastated with pain. With hurt. With the final acknowledgement that I have not ever had, only provided, a loving home.
I have to release the emotions so that I am calm for court. Emotions are what allow evil to win. Fucking evil cunts. Fuck you mom. Fuck you dad. I wish they could end up in prison together. That fantasy brings a smile to my tear-stained face.
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2023.06.03 22:43 sugakookies_and_tae How feasible is this civilization including a sect of infertile witch women?

According to the lore of my world, the first form of magic- bone witchcraft- began in a small Northern civilization with a woman who could use animal bones to craft talismans. She taught this to other women/girls and formed a matriarchal magic system that allowed their civilization to expand and conquer other smaller groups, using their primarily female witch warriors.
At some point in their expansion a "curse" (or more likely, plague) spread through the North, with one of the symptoms being infertility among the women. In order to avoid extinction, this civilization quickly expanded south and conquered other townships and nomadic groups. The Northern men took southern women as "blood wives", while the original Northern "bone wives" (now almost all infertile) maintained their roles as exclusive magic users. When these new blood wives birthed daughters with Northern men, the bone wives would "adopt" them and train them in witchcraft.
Now, hundreds of years later, there are witch clans across the continent. Each one is ruled by a sect of bone witches, but has villages of non-magical men and women. About 1 in every 5 daughters born to blood mothers will later present with infertility, and will be adopted by a witch/bone mother to join the sect and act as warriors/leaders. In some clans, the villages willingly give their daughters and the witches/blood families maintain a mutualistic relationship. In other clans, there is rising animosity as witchcraft is slowly being seen less as a distinguished honor and more as a curse. Blood parents refuse to give up their daughters and are killed as a result.
Why include this "infertility" into my magic system/worldbuilding when it seems unnecessary? I wanted to explore how the rise of a matriarchy might occur when childbirth/pregnancy is removed from the equation for certain women. This could easily have led to eradication, but the witch matriarchs were able to create a new kind of lineage- not a blood lineage, but a systemic form of adoption- and hail their infertility as a form of freedom. They gain sexual liberty and don't have to face the risks associated with childbirth, BUT are disadvantaged because they MUST rely on the children of others to preserve their culture.
Other info: There are 2 other magic systems that are less gendered. Male witches can and do exist, but have a harder time being recognized, respected, or adopted by witch mothers. While witches enjoy great sexual liberty due to no expectation of childbirth, bloodwives and their husbands live with far more rigid and traditional expectations imposed by the witches.
The truth is that pretty much anyone, not just infertile women, carries the base potential for witchcraft. However, the actual study of it is strictly limited by the bone witches. If people come to realize that anyone can become a magic user, the power of the matriarchs would be eradicated. When parents realize their daughter is infertile, it would stop being seen as an honor, and become nothing more than a disadvantage.
My questions/problems: I'm very dumb on history/biology and feel like I may be overlooking something when it comes to a disease that includes infertility. If around 1 in every 5 girls is born infertile will that cripple my population growth in a way I hadn't foreseen? Are there any other factors I should be considering, and how believable does this sound? Are there any existing stories this seems to echo too closely?

Any feedback is appreciated! I can answer clarifying questions. Thank you very much in advance!!
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2023.06.03 22:41 viiisabella Yesterday I let another family member go that was affecting my mental health. I don’t have much more family left, and the number continues to decrease.

When I was young, my family was extended greatly and often spent time with one another for parties, get togethers, events, and more. I remember feeling loved, feeling safe. As time went on, it seemed as though new drama and altercations would occur more often than not, and I witnessed countless arguments and toxicity within my family that affected my perspective on the adults I once looked up to and trusted. It was ugly. Violent, sometimes.
At thirteen, my uncle chose his wife over us. He left with no warning, and never told me why. I looked up to him, and never understood what had happened. I blamed myself for him not wanting to speak to me anymore. At seventeen, I removed myself from my mother. She had cost me my sense of self-worth, and left me with awful anxiety and fear of growing up and moving away. But, I did.
So much has happened. From as long as I can remember to around the beginning of high school, I considered myself to have a large, loving family. Yet at my high school graduation celebration, a total of ten people showed up. At my nineteenth birthday two weeks ago, 6 came with half consisting of my girlfriend and her parents.
And this week, I let my other uncle go. He blames me for destroying our family the day I left my mother, and told me so himself. I now have my grandmother and my girlfriend left. It hurts. I miss having a family.
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2023.06.03 22:37 Affectionate-Map5105 AITA for refusing to give my stepmom all of my money?

My(15) mom died when I was 3. I never really knew her but my father said she was the most wonderful person on earth. My father got remarried when I was 7 to my stepmom B. From the start I never liked her. She moved me out of my room and into the attic so that her dog could have my room and she never let me hang out with any friends. By the way, when they got married my father was 40 and she was 19!!!!! My father ran his own business so we were pretty well off. Anyways, my fathers love language was with gifts , so my real mother had lots of expensive jewelry and because her death wasn’t out of no where she left all of it for me in her will. B was jealous that I had all of this expensive jewelry and she didn’t so she stole it, sold it, and bought designer handbags with it. When I found out I told my father and her excuse was that a young child like me shouldn’t have the responsibility of such expensive things and that when I got older I wouldn’t even remember the incident. Might I mention that B already had a child ( not my father’s) because she got knocked up by her high school teacher when she was 16. She obviously spoiled her own child and did some Cinderella type shit where she would boss me around and made me clean everything while my father did nothing and watched. She did a lot of stuff to me that I can’t even remember all of it and if I did it would make me hours to write it all, but she did so much frustratingly stupid and unfair stuff to me (plus mental abuse calling me ugly worthless and slutty) that I nearly cry and tear up. Whatever you imagine the extent of how bad she treated me I want you to multiply that by 10. My father knew of her unfair abuse toward me and that she was obviously a golddigger on top of cheating on him multiple times a week with many men, but he didn’t have the heart to confront her and break it off. But he did take her out of the will. When I was 12 I moved out to my aunts( dad side) house because I was so frustrated with B leaving her spoiled brat at home for me to watch while she partied. I loved it at my aunts and I stilled talked to my father and we were really close, but he sadly passed away. I was forced to move back in with B until the will reading which would take place at our house with everyone on my dads side. When I got home my jaw dropped to see B and her brat decked out in designer which they apparently took out a loan for and planned to pay back with my dads money they THOUGHT they were going to get. While we were waiting for the will reading; she had contractors come over to plan out the remodeling of my house. On the day of the reading dads lawyer told us that I would receive everything and that I was to stay with my aunt in my house. He also gave my aunt money for my college tuition and if she spent a penny of it all the remaining money would go right back to me (although she didn’t plan to steal any in the first place )B’s face turned red and she went around the house knocking things over while crying and screaming. The police were called and we pressed charges. She was forced to sell all of her designer to pay back the cost of the damages and so she could find a place to stay. I hadn’t seen in about 3 years until one day she knocked on my door with 2 more kids. She explains that she was “so sorry I about our past and that she needs a place to stay because she was kicked out of her crappy apartment and that she’s pregnant and has no man( all her kids have different fathers and none stayed. I said no immediately and she didn’t like that. She immediately started screaming and crying and calling she all sorts of names. She said that I am too young for the responsibility of a fortune and that she would “ take care of it for me “ I called the cops on her and she was arrested as she had hit me in her tantrum. CPS was called and her kids are temporarily in the governments care. Sines then I’ve gotten loads of texts and calls calling me a spoiled brat for not giving her a place to stay and giving her all my money. Am I the ahole ?
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2023.06.03 22:29 Matson7321 My rant as a guy growing up in a world where my abuse is invisible.

I just posted this in a comment but this is the first time I'm talking about it openly so I'm gonna post it here:
The sexual assault and violence done against male children is very less talked about, it saddens me. It changed my whole life, every single aspect of it.
I grew up in a struggling and in a poor joint family. When I was 8-9 my mother got a job as a government teacher, that was the turning point of my life for better or worse. You see, my mother's job was in another city, so she had to travel back and forth everyday, which meant I barely saw her.
I was a kid so I was dependent on my two aunts to feed me and raise me. My younger aunt was new to our family, so when she started touching me, I didnt know what to feel. I asked my fellow 10 yo's in school how to feel, but they told me to be proud, they thought my aunt was pretty and I should feel like a stud. I was still a kid though, so when things got explicit I didn't know what to do, I remember holding off tears when I was punished by my parents or when I fought my older sibling, because my aunt would be disappointed that a 10 yo that she touches at night is crying. I wanted to be a man. That's when her brother raped me too, and I discovered I may be more inclined towards men. I then distanced myself from her, her retaliation was accusing me to be a troubled child, who did bad things. She also accused me of trying to kill her on one occasion. None of this news reached to my parents though, so all the punishment and the scrutiny I faced was limited to my aunts and uncle.
I believed I was the one to blame, i still don't know what to believe, I wonder how different I would have been if I wasn't sexualized at such a young age. I was a literal baby, I wish someone had protected me, but I know now that is not the case for most of the people who have gone through what I have been though.
I still see my aunt everytime i go home, I can't tell if it's my mind playing tricks but I recognise the way she looks at me sometimes, it ignites something sad in me all over again. I haven't looked my father confidently in his eyes in years, all I feel is shame when I'm with family. It's so fucking agitating.
My childhood took away my ability to feel at home, everyone around me loves their home but I just count my days till I get out of there. I just want to feel what it's like to grow normal, it's not fair. You might feel like I'm exaggerating, but there's many things I didnt even talk about, my earliest memories ever is me being asked to perform sexual activities on my older cousins. I hope my experience is 1 in a million, I hope nobody feels like I do.
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2023.06.03 22:29 Glimmerofinsight What is a skill or strength of character that you think you acquired from a past life?

What is a skill or personal strength that you feel you got from living a past life?
For instance, my mother always said I was born fiesty. Unlike my sister, if I wanted or needed something as a baby, I would cry loudly until someone responded to me. My sister, on the other hand, was always calm, and wouldn't cry even if her diaper was full and she was starving.
Fast forward to my childhood, and at the age of 3 I was bartering with other kids over items in their bagged lunches, and pleading my case for why I needed a new bike or a kitten. I would go along with adults that were in charge, if I felt like they were being fair, but if i sensed any unfairness or bias, I would demand to know why they were acting unfairly and take off on my own in protest, even at 2 years old. ( My babysitter said I was a holy terror.) I always loved going fast, too. My dad says I was fearless and would ride the roller coaster all day if allowed, and I got my private pilots license at 20.
So although I've had my struggles in life, I always felt lucky that I believed in myself and that some part of me knew that I deserved better than some of the abuse I recieved at the hands of my parents. I don't know how I knew this, but I did. My sense of "justice" was very keen, and still is. I will stand up to any bully that dares threaten my friends or family - at risk of personal injury. I would describe this as feeling like its a "do or die" situation, and that if I don't stand up to the bad guys, that the abuse will never end and I will regret it. I don't remember what happened to me or what life caused me to feel this way, but it is so powerful. I remember feeling this when I was very young.
Does anyone else have a story they want to share about something they got or learned from a past life? I'd love to hear it.
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