How did leia know obi wan

Title says it all. I had consentual sex with a woman whom I've had relations with. Between the lawyers fees and my life being in limbo for a crime I did not commit. I dont know how much longer I can do this for. I don't want to put too many details up.

Hey /TorontoMU
I am feeling hopeless at the moment and I was hoping to get some opinions or advice on how to further approach this situation.
I graduated from Ryerson with a BComm degree (Marketing Management and Global Management Studies Majors, with a minor in Psychology) In May of 2022. Having completed half of my degree online throughout the pandemic, there weren’t many opportunities for co-op placements or internships during that time. I was working part time during my time at University but left that position around the time that I was finishing up with school. Now that I’ve graduated, I am having a difficult time finding any kind of employment related to my degree, or any that pays above minimum wage (I'm currently working in a warehouse).
10 months since starting my job search, over 800 applications, over 75 cover letters, and many, many iterations of a these later, the only types of interviews I’m getting are ones for door-to-door sales jobs (you know, the ones that don’t require a university degree, hours ranging from 10am-8pm, purely based off of commission pay). I apply mainly through indeed/glassdoor, but I have even utilized services such as Randstand, Robert Half, JobBank.ca, Altis HR, and a lot of company portals. I have applied to a variety of positions ranging from data entry, marketing, administration, customer service, and almost anything that could be related to a business degree, I have applied to internships to no avail either. I have even applied to positions outside of the province of Ontario such as in Alberta and BC.
I understand that this could be as a result of the economic turmoil this country is experiencing, but I can’t imagine that’s the only reason when I am essentially lacking in any kind of experience as it relates to corporate work (my previous job that I held for almost 5 years did have some aspects of administration, inventory management, and leadership aspects but these don’t seem to help me much). I fully realise that my resume could be lacking but the fact that I’m getting nowhere is a little disheartening. Most positions require experience and getting that without a job or an internship is literally impossible. I can’t even get a response for a position that states it’s and Entry Level Job. I have tried starting side hustles (more like the only hustles) without a lot of success, yet. I want an income, financial freedom, to help my family, to travel, etc. , but these goals seem so far away in my current position. I have gone to some locations to talk to managers and most of them ask that applications be sent over the internet. This has led me to the realization recently that not a lot of locations want a physical resume anymore.
The main point of my post is this:

• Is there something different that I should be doing when applying for jobs? I typically submit a resume tailored to the position I’m applying for, and at least 75% of the time submit a cover letter associated with it.
• What are some of the best certifications that I could get (preferably free/cheap ones) to help me get a job? How can I go about improving myself or developing skills to make me more attractive as a potential employee?
• Is there any proven method to guarantee a job placement?

Any advice that this community can provide will be greatly appreciated.

Am I missing something with the practice essays? I started bar prep the day after Memorial Day, so I’m a little behind. I did all the Torts lectures and did surprisingly well on the MBE practice.
I get to the first practice essay and one of the sub questions is entirely about the procedural steps for a sovereign immunity claim against an individual government official and I have zero idea where that came from or how I would know that.
I feel like I’m missing something huge with my prep.

Me and my bf have been together for 2 years almost and he use to only have me as his only female friend and girlfriend of course. For about 6-7 months he has been getting more social and making new friends at school and a lot of them has been female friends and I love that he finally had the courage to be more social but at the same time He’s been unfaithful to me twice in our relationship and even tho that was awhile back ago and he hasn’t done anything like that since it happened,I still get super anxious when I see that he is taking to his female friends.
He’s a senior now and the three girls I’m worried about is a sophomore so I don’t really think he would do anything but who knows. I do trust him even tho it may not sound like it,I am just worried.
He signed up for this summer program at school and he’s been hanging out with those three girls a lot and he even got two of their numbers. he’s been hanging out with only them and no one else even tho he met a few guy friends there.
It’s something about those girls that I don’t trust and they have made fun of me to my bf before and he didn’t say anything about it to me I just found out by myself. Recently He has been talking about how they are annoying and how he didn’t want to hangout with them but then he acts like they are his best friends when he’s away from me and that don’t sound right to me. Those girls will see him in public and get all happy and try to get close to him and ignore me and he would just act like he don’t even know them but like I said he will act like they are his besties when he’s with them.
He’s going to be with those girls all summer for 5 days a week up until the end of July and he’s going to be 10 hours away from me for 5 days sometime this summer and then two hours away from me for a whole week this summer and I know he will only hang out with them girls and I don’t know how to feel about it.
My friend is in the program with them and she has been showing me videos of those girls sitting close beside him and I know one of them likes him. The last trip they went on I tried to face time him and he kind of ignored me and was laughing and having a good time with them and then hung up the phone without saying he loved me and he never did that before. He said he was busy and he was trying to get off the phone and enjoy the rest of his trip and I understand that but at the same time it made me feel like he didn’t have time for me like he does them. He even sits beside one of the girls a lot when they are on a bus trip and he knows I don’t want him to do that.
Today I got a text from my friend saying he was taking a picture with them girls and one of them was getting close to him. I figured he would send me the picture to let me know that he took it and tell me about the girl so I wouldn’t overthink but he didn’t. I texted him and I was just telling him how my friend told me he took a picture with them and how he didn’t send me it and I put laughing faces to let him know that I was playing around and didn’t mean anything. He got upset and said I needed to stop stalking him and all of that crap. I wasn’t stalking him,my friend just told me about it and I wasn’t really upset over it. The only thing that I was upset over is him not telling me about the girl getting close to him. I mean it did hurt my feelings a little when I found out he was taking pictures with them.
I love him and I’m glad he has friends but the fact that he’s getting closer with them and it seems like he’s distancing his self away from me hurts.
He told me I need to trust him and let him hangout with his female friends but idk how. I’m an anxious person and I can’t stop thinking that something is going to happen between them girls and him. I don’t care for him to be friends with them but he gives them a lot of attention and acts like they are his best friends and he just met them a few months back. And he even said they was like his sisters and he just met them in January. Something just doesn’t feel right and he hasn’t done anything unfaithful to me yet but idk. Should I try to let it go and let him be close with them or what? This is my first real relationship so idk what to do

TLDR: My (34) biopsy hurt like hell but still thankful for the reassuring responses from people. Providers pretty much confirmed cancer.
Just wanted to update from my original post about a breast/lymph node biopsy I had on Monday. Yep, the needles were painful and the whole procedure was uncomfortable as hell. I started crying at one point, but I have a thing with needles anyway. Also it’s hard keeping your arm up for 2 hours straight! The recovery has been painful and annoying, but it’s over now. I still appreciate all the responses that helped put my head in the right place and helped me not freak out as much. Thank y’all <3
So fast forward to today’s appointment with the surgeon. She received a call from the doctor who did my biopsy the very same day to say that she is worried based on what she saw and is very certain the biopsy will come back positive and they want to go ahead and get the MRI lined up. Surgeon is continually checking for status updates through out the day so she can get the ball rolling on the next phase of care. My providers are already in the planning stage.
Feeling a mix of emotions. Overall, I feel calm and oddly unbothered about my own fate, no panic or existential horror at least yet. I know it’s more aggressive in my age bracket and might be fairly progressed already. Other than the biopsy wounds, I feel physically fine. My husband is very scared for me and has been treating me like a glass doll. I’m trying to cheer him up and reassure him that everything’s going to be fine. He is amazing and I love him very much and don’t want him to feel sad. I have to try to not to make dark, cynical jokes about it in front of him. Though I do wish I had an outlet for that; a friend with a weird sense of humor that wouldn’t be freaked out by this kind of thing.
I called my mom to tell her about it. Her reaction was very blasé and kept switching the conversation back to what she had going on, which is typical and I’m old enough now to know not expect maternal instincts from her. I’ve already had all my therapy, yada yada it’s whatever at this point, whole other thing… This time her apathy actually struck me quite hard and I was in tears after the short call. Then earlier, I almost started tearing up when the surgeon spoke to me in a nurturing, sympathizing way. Weird how an ounce of compassion from a stranger can open the flood gates. I don’t know why I’m like this.
This post is probably too long now. I don’t really know my point. I just wanted to share. I’m bad at words and reaching out to people. I guess I do feel a little alone with this. If you have any experience or dark jokes to share, I’d love to hear them.

We could have made it work, I know we could have. I wish you had told me about my flaws before we got divorced, I wish you had told me that you saw these flaws in me. You were right about them, and it sucks to be fixing myself alone.
I could have worked on these things with you to support me. I have become more motivated then I have ever been in my life, I have more friends than I have ever had, I stopped smoking, I have reconnected with God like you always wanted (this one surprised me lol ), but now I have to give this better version of myself to someone else, because you gave up on me without giving me a second chance. Because you divorced me in a week.
You made a list of all the things you hated about me, but you never told me during therapy. You waited until I had signed the papers and then told me. You created the list so you would feel that you had good reasons, but you never gave me a chance to fix the list. You told me you were okay with my smoking, that you were ok with my motivation. That you were ok that I was a teacher and not a coder. But you weren't ok with any of it, and you didn't tell me until it was too late.
I know if you had given me a second chance, you would have seen the amount of effort and love I was willing to put in. You would have seen me quit smoking, you would have seen me attack life with the vigor that I do know. You would have seen me reccont with god.
But I'm happy you didn't, because now I know how strong I am alone. And that my value has to come from within
I wish I could share with you how much I have grown, but I'm dead to you. I wish you communicated with me about how you were feeling. I hate the person I was before, but maybe I would have never become the person I am today without you breaking my heart. So thank you.
Thank you for showing me what heartbreak feels like, so I can empathize with others like I never could before, and so I can learn to never treat someone the way you treated me if I ever break up with them.
Thank you for breaking my heart and never taking responsibility for your part in the divorce, it shows me how mature you really were.
Thank you for never acknowledging to me that falling in love with your best friend, with your coworkers, and with random people on snapchat - severely impacted my confidence, even though I made it clear that i felt unloved.
With an apology, I would think more highly of you and I would miss you more. But that's not you. You didn't take responsibility. You didn't apologize. I finally see you for who you are, but I would never tell this to your face, I will always only treat you with kindness and love.
I hope that you learn that a relationship takes work, and you weren't willing to work with me. But you won't learn that lesson now, you are too busy sleeping with other women.
I hope one day, you find someone who loved you half as much as I did, because I loved you and supported you and tried my hardest to make you happy.
One day you will realize that you left a man who was not perfect, but he was a man who only treated you with support and kindness, and was always looking to work on himself if only you had told him what your needs were.
Maybe you really did leave me for her, like my gut told me you did. Maybe you did leave me for God, maybe you did leave me because I was smoking too much, maybe you did leave me because I didn't have the job you wanted me to have.
I will never know the reasons you left me, and you will never tell me what you were thinking when you made your decision in a week. I wish I didn't give you the divorce so easily, I wish I had dragged you to therapy, maybe you would have opened up and told me how you were feeling. Maybe we could have fixed things.
I will use all of my regrets to create a new and better relationship with someone else, but first I will continue to work on myself.
I wish I wasn't living out the future we had always planned, and I wish I could share with you how much I have grown. I wish I could talk to you about how much I love God and how stupid I was for not seeing the beauty in his ways. Its actually insane the journey I have been on :)
Maybe I would never be the person I am today without you leaving me, and for that I am thankful. I know what true pain feels like, and I know that I have what it takes to crawl out of the pit and make myself whole.
I wish we could have made our marriage work, we could have been special. But you didn't want to put in the effort.
I can have closure from knowing that, and from knowing that you will never take responsibility for the part you played.
Although I sometimes still love you and sometimes I hate you, I will always be grateful for the lessons I learned from my first girlfriend and my first love. That will never change
No need for any comments, I'm just posting this here for me. I'll probably delete tomorrow lol

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Princess Royal looked at the timetable that the commander had passed on to the ex-rebel Kansen from the office of the Royal Prime Minister. As far as these things went, it wouldn’t be too many more months before the new base in the Western Mediterranean would be brought on line, and they would be leaving Azur Lane’s Pacific HQ for a new assignment involving keeping watch on the Suez Canal and the Dardanelles. She would be glad to shed the maid outfit she had been forced to wear for these months, and, well, there was someone who was also excited.
“Haha, looks like she’s done it- A real base all to ourselves.” Florida smiled as she walked along the edge of a fountain in the main square. “No more hiding in some river junction, lots of actual support this time, and, most importantly of all?” She looked right at Princess Royal with a smile. “All the gorgeous Atlantic Kansen you can look at. They should be calling it a vacation, not a redeployment!”
Princess Royal huffed. “I shouldn’t have to remind you that we’re being sent there to look after two of the world’s most important waterways. There will be little time for the festival of ogling that you will want to enmesh yourself in as soon as you arrive. Even if we’re not covering an ocean, there’s still going to be plenty of work for us to do when we get there and afterwards.”
Florida giggled. “Hey now, don’t rain on my parade. I’d tell you to take that stick out of your ass, but you’re probably too afraid of liking it to put one in there.”
The battlecruiser’s eyebrow twitched. “Would you mind spouting such things in another time and place?”
The battleship put on a sly grin. “Oh, right… You prefer Tiger to do that kind of thing, I guess.”
Princess Royal blushed and gave Florida a furtive, covert nudge, just enough of one to make it look like the dreadnought battleship just naturally lost her balance. Florida toppled back into the water with a splash, and as Princess Royal left, she heard the battleship shout “Joke’s on you, I’m into this!”
Princess Royal sighed a little. Some of these other ships were utterly incorrigible. Were they not taught manners? Did their country even have any to begin with? Did they used to have them and give them up as too much of a bother?
Those would be questions for later as she went to clean up Yuubari’s lab, an assignment that perpetually annoyed her due to the wide variety of… substances… That could end up being spilled there. She was never quite sure what they were even working on in there, and she never really felt compelled to ask, either from within or without.
Once she was inside, she saw that Delaware and Dr. Anzeel were talking with each other.
“I don’t think any of us questioned human genius.” Delaware began. “…However, we did have something to say about how it was applied, especially since humans seemed to think that we inherently owed them something for forcing us into existence.”
Dr. Anzeel nodded. “Well, some might say that what you just said is a fancy way of saying “I didn’t ask to be born!” Or something like that, but you didn’t exactly give us much time to make amends.”
“I think that we believed at the start that giving humans a chance to make amends would mean giving them another chance to betray us.” Delaware looked Dr. Anzeel right in the eyes. “And given what happened to you, I would hope you could understand.”
“Perhaps.” Dr. Anzeel replied, and then smiled. “But here I am, aren’t I? But the fact of the matter is, even if I despised humanity, I still have work to do for my girls. If the Sirens gain full control, humans aren’t the only ones who are going to suffer. After talking to the others, the world the Sirens want is one dominated by a war without end. It’s… The kind of world where Enterprise would suffer most, to say nothing of those other girls who want to enjoy this world that they’ve been born into.”
Princess Royal listened as she continued cleaning up, and Delaware still had more to say. “So you still believe that there is a world worth expending your efforts for?”
“What was done to me and was done to you long ago was done by some people who allowed themselves to be corrupted by power.” She said. “But for most people, and I think most Kansen, the most they want to do is live their lives. Humans want to be able to go to the beach again without worrying about black ships turning up on the horizon, I would say. And I think that you and the others would like to be left alone without thinking that anyone was coming to get you.”
“Perhaps.” She shrugged. “Still, we do have to do our penance, it seems, and thankfully it’s being administered by someone we trust. Besides, our new assignment will leave me with plenty of opportunities to show my own worth. The defenses of the Dardanelles and Suez Canal are atrocious, and since I’ll have a proper lab and proper resources, I’ll make sure that even Poseidon wouldn’t be able to force the straits.”
Dr. Anzeel started putting some of her equipment away. “You sound confident.”
Delaware replied. “It’s the paradox of military matters. You can’t have success without confidence, and you can’t necessarily have confidence without success. Anyway, I’ve got my own work to do, so I will be leaving.”
After Delaware left, Dr. Anzeel took a look at Princess Royal. “Ah, hello there. Sorry I didn’t see you before, I was talking with your colleague.”
Princess Royal hmphed. “I feel like I should be taking umbrage at the implication that I was beneath your notice before I came in to clean. I can only hope there’s nothing too exotic to mop up.”
“Nothing out of the ordinary this time.” She said. “Purifier wasn’t messing with her booster fuel this time, so you don’t have to worry about your water catching on fire.”
“I will believe that this is a distinct possibility.” She said, and got to work. “Doctor, we kansen who followed Erin meant to live free, but became paranoid about losing our liberty to the point where we launched ourselves into battle all the same. But now you say you wish for us to be able to contemplate things other than the battles we were made for?”
“If you would like.” The doctor said. “Has there been something on your mind?”
“Of course, my mind is not empty of musings.” She said. “Rather, it’s about…”
“Princess Royal is always troubled by something.” Said Tiger as she came down into the lab. “Matters great and small, but I think she would be better off if she was willing to accept the kind of relief that others, like me, can give.”
Princess Royal huffed. “Now, what is it that has brought you down here, Tiger? Surely you have some other purpose here than teasing me.”
“Hardly.” She said, giving Princess Royal a hug from behind, causing the other battlecruiser to squirm indignantly. “I just haven’t seen you all day. Or really much of yesterday either, and I was wondering if something had befallen you. Especially since you know that you can just leave it to me to make everything feel good again.”
The Royal battlecruiser pouted as she was released by her larger companion, and sighed. “Do not think I am unaware of your potential methods, but for now I am busy. I have no doubt we will run into each other when the day is done- you seem to have a knack for popping into my life.”
“Of course~” She also took a look at Dr. Anzeel. “And there’s our lovely doctor, too. But I suppose I’ll just leave the two of you to talk for now- I was just making sure our princess hadn’t managed to over-grump herself and pull something.”
And then Tiger left without a care in the world.
Dr. Anzeel talked immediately. “I haven’t known her for long, but would you say that she’s always like this?”
Princess Royal sighed. “Well, if it’s something you must know, she is, indeed, like this most of the time. She can’t help teasing others with her words and body, and she is utterly relentless about it. It’s almost mystifying that there can be one so openly lascivious in our Royal Navy. Duke of York excepted, naturally.”
Dr. Anzeel held her tongue. Though she hadn’t met Implacable personally, she had heard some stories. “It is surprising, I must admit. The most you usually get from a royal is some kind of playful teasing, as I’ve seen it. I can see why it exasperates you.”
Princess Royal hmphed. “I’m only deigning to speak to you on this matter because, among all of the humans here, you are the one who most knows what it’s like to be very suddenly betrayed, so we have some small measure of common ground. Frankly, I am confused as to why you even shoes to work for this commander in the first place.”
“Considering that I was taken away from Enterprise and the others by the military, yes, I don’t have any love for soldiers. I still don’t, in fact. The commander has made some promises, of course, but it won’t be until the end of the war that they’re fulfilled or not.” She finished putting away some lab instruments. “However, the commander lets me be with my girls without any restrictions or conditions, plus he gave me the choice in the first place. Even if I don’t completely trust him yet, I don’t fully believe he’ll disappoint me either.” She smiled. “I guess you could say I’m helping him win because I’m interested in seeing his true colors.”
Princess Royal threw up her hands. “I guess that’s how it’s going to be, then. I shall not witness it, however, as it seems that in a few months at most I and the rest of our band are being shipped off to the Mediterranean to overlook the Dardanelles and Suez and provide some sort of extra comfort to the people of the Hellenic Republic by our presence. I haven’t the slightest idea what we might actually do other than sunbathe and listen to the seabirds, but Iron Duke seems to see it as important.”
“It’s better than being a prisoner, though, isn’t it?”
“Infinitely.” Princess Royal said. “…But now I shall have to continue to work with that enthusiastic strumpet at all times and at all places. While normally I would relish showing humans what it truly means to master the waves, I have also been given time to contemplate things, and I have certain feelings that I find difficult to admit, but I feel as though I will burst if I do not.”
Dr. Anzeel started some coffee. “It has something to do with Tiger, doesn’t it?”
Princess Royal put on a blush. “What it’s about has nothing to do with you, all that matters is that there is a matter in the first place.”
“I see.” She said. “…You know, your highness, I never had the chance to say goodbye to Enterprise or the others before they took me away, so if there’s something you want to clear up, the best time is always now. And if you can’t do it now, you should do it as quickly as you can.”
“I do have some more cleaning to do.” She went on. “First here, and then in that commander’s house. It seems odd, but I guess I shall have to set some time in order to clear the air, won’t I?”
“You know, you could just tell me that this is about Tiger.” She said.
“Urgh.” Went Princess Royal. “Fine, it has to do with Tiger. I’ve been playing too nice with her, and I believe it’s long past time for me to tell her exactly what I think of her and her various and persistent provocations. It’s not something I mean to put off any longer- By this evening at the latest she shall know exactly what is on my mind and she’s going to have to deal with it.”
Dr. Anzeel nodded. “Sounds like she’s in for a surprise.” Dr. Anzeel began pouring a cup for herself. “Want some coffee?”
Princess Royal paused. “Though I won’t go so far as to curse it as “bitter bean broth” like Settsu does, I am, and shall always remain, entirely a tea person.”
Dr. Anzeel smiled. “Can’t say I didn’t ask.”
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Princess Royal decided that the best way to tell Tiger what she had in mind was to be somewhere that no one could hear them, at a time when most people decided to mind their own business. She ask one particular lavender-haired Royal destroyer what the best place to tell someone something personal and private was, and she got the response of “Under a legendary tree, or on a rooftop.”
And since she didn’t know of any legendary trees on the premises, she opted for the rooftop of the guest housing. She stood there, finishing up at least two cups of tea as she waited for Tiger to show herself.
It was right after Tiger arrived that she spoke first. “Ooooh, I guess you have something special to tell me this time.”
Princess Royal stopped dead in her tracks. “How would you figure such a thing?”
“Easy enough, I would say.” She said. “You don’t often go out of your way to pay me a social call- most of the time we just seem to end up together by some circumstance or another, each and every time. Not that I mind, of course. I’ve never minded having you around to play with~”
“And that is precisely the thing that the two of us need to talk about this very instant. After all, news has come to me that we’re going to be having a proper base of our own not long from now in military terms, so I thought it would be the right and proper time to clear the air before we have to start working together in real earnest.” She stood up straight. “Miss Tiger, I am going to be complete with you this instant so that there is not even the slightest bit of confusion later on.”
Tiger put on a wide smile, her orange eyes seeming to brighten. “Oh? Well, let’s just hear it. After all, I’m the only one here, so your little secrets are safe with me~”
Princess Royal huffed. “Miss Tiger, you, and I mean this completely, are an uncouth harlot who can hardly open your mouth without letting loose a tide of unrestrained innuendo. Half of your speech and mannerisms seem to be guided by the thirsts of your impossibly needy loins at all times on all days, and it is only by some great providence or miracle that you have not yet driven me insensible.” Princess Royal turned her head to the side. “…However, at the same time, I also wish to kiss you.”
This was the first time that Tiger seemed even slightly taken aback by something she said, but Tiger regained her smile quickly enough. The battlecruiser had a small chuckle. “Oh ho? Now, this is quite a development. Go on, though you probably meant to.”
Princess Royal pouted. “…As maddening as you are, I have also contemplated what it might be like if you were gone, for one reason or another, and as much there are times when you make me wish to shout or make some other indication of my displeasure. I do not believe that I would be well if you were to be out of my life. Everything would feel wrong and bland if you were to be forever absent, and since it seems I cannot do without you…” She looked Tiger right in the eyes. “…The least I can do is be with you for as long as this all lasts.”
There was a moment of silence, and then Tiger said something. “Those are a bunch of pretty words, well suited to coming from a pretty mouth. But… I wonder what you plan to actually do, hm?”
Princess Royal blushed a little. “Now, what do you mean?”
“Poetry is just vanity on its own, darling~” She began. “You can talk and talk all you like, but…” The battlecruiser walked towards Princess Royal with a sway of her hips. “But you’ve known me for some time when we’ve both been like this, and I want to know if you’re willing to say with your hands what you’ll say with your words. Both of us are deathly tired of speeches…” She put her hand under Princess Royal’s chin and tilted her head up slightly. “…I love that you never do things by half-measures, but if you want to have me, then you can’t merely tell me, you’ll have to take me. So, Princess Royal, will you do this, or suddenly become shy and retire at the last and crucial moment? Show me~”
Princess Royal shuddered as she was forced to look right into Tiger’s enchanting orange eyes. The tall, buxom beauty was a physical marvel- Princess Royal had to admit that to herself. But she was being given a chance to finally have one over on the woman, so she took it. She seized Tiger by her coat and tugged her forward, planting her own lips on the battlecruiser’s, and not just for something quick- she was in it for the duration to kiss Tiger as long as she could stand.
As it turned out, Tiger could stand quite a bit, and it was a long time until the pair separated.
After they separated, Tiger touched her forehead to Princess Royal’s, and put her arms around the shorter girl’s shoulders. “Heh… Of all the cute girls I could find, I found the one who just finds it so hard to say “I love you”. Well, we’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?”
Princess Royal blushed and pouted. “Hmph. All I can really hope is that some good behavior might rub off on you over time.”
Tiger chuckled. “Darling… That’s going to take a whole lot of rubbing. And what if I don’t change the way you want me to, hm? What will you do then, if this Tiger doesn’t change her stripes.”
Princess Royal’s pout disappeared, but her blush stayed. “…I wouldn’t recognize you if you were too different, and I believe the Tiger I feel this way about is the one right in front of me. If it is so beyond you to change, then don’t. This is how I will have you, whether you make yourself a little more presentable or not.”
The voluptuous battlecruiser giggled. “…Well, why don’t we stay overnight to see how we get along in private. My bed always has room for two~”
Princess Royal’s pout returned. “Only if you find it in yourself to not hog the covers.”
“Hehe, All right~”
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Dido was anxious. The commander had sent her to find out why Princess Royal and Tiger were late to their cleaning duties, and so she had to navigate the supervised guest housing where the formerly rebel kansen were being kept until it was time to send them on their way.
Dido hurried along the corridors, stepping lightly to make sure that she didn’t wake up anyone who was still asleep- Agincourt could get pretty testy about that sort of thing. She knocked on what should have been Princess Royal’s room. She then nervously dared to knock again.
So much for that.
She then worked up the nerve to walk over to Tiger’s room. While she wasn’t as liable to complain about being woken up as Princess Royal, Tiger made her quiver for different reasons. Her heart briefly felt like it jumped into her throat before she knocked on the door.
“Oh… who has come calling on this good morning?” There was Tiger’s unmistakable voice.
“Um, it’s me, Dido, and the master was wondering why you’re late today…. May I come in?”
Tiger spoke up. “Why, you certainly can, darling~”
“She most certainly can not!” There was Princess Royal’s voice. “I’m indecent!”
Tiger giggled. “No, I’m indecent, you are merely unclothed.”
Dido tapped the door again. “So…”
Tiger spoke up. “All right, just wait five minutes for her highness to make herself presentable.”
Dido did what she was told.
After a few minutes, there was the sound of a click, accompanied by Tiger’s sultry voice. “Come on in~”
Dido blushed as she stepped in.
Tiger was cooking a full breakfast, only she was dressed in a translucent, flame-orange nightgown that allowed Dido to see the racy black underwear that was tasked with handling the battlecruiser’s abundant figure. Dido peeked over to the bedroom to see Princess Royal sitting in bed, with her usual level of grumpiness and wearing a set of elaborate red pajamas.
Dido blushed “O-Oh… You two had… A special moment…”
Tiger smiled. “You see, it’s not a problem. When outside of battle, this girl is a harmless kitten.” As if to emphasize that, Tiger began stroking the top of Dido’s head.
The maid blushed immediately. “Uwaaa…”
Princess Royal sighed. “Be that as it may, I hope you may find some diplomatic way to inform the commander of our tardiness. You are not to say you found us together in the altogether, or some other such scandalous thing.”
Dido gave a dutiful nod. “Ah… Yes…” She looked at Tiger and everything going on in the kitchen. “Is there anything I can help you with while I’m here? It’ll help you get ready faster, I think.”
Tiger shook her head. “I’m fine here, but I think our princess could stand being spoiled by a cute maid. Why don’t you go wait on her hand and foot until breakfast is ready.” She chuckled. “And besides, the faster you help us get ready, the sooner you’ll get to be in charge of us~”
Princess Royal crossed her arms. “I don’t know how much of an incentive that is. You know how domineering she isn’t.”
Tiger went back to breakfast. “Oh, she’s quite good at taking charge, under the right circumstances.”
Dido squeaked and went over to Princess Royal. “Do you need anything?”
Princess Royal looked up for a moment. “…I think I would like you to at least do my braid. I don’t need to explain how it works or looks, nor should I have to. I am sure that you’re observant.”
Dido sat down on the bed, and took Princess Royal’s hair into her nimble hands, and immediately got to work. The battlecruiser closed her eyes as she was taken care of, and Dido could tell that Princess Royal was in a state where she was feeling that something was right with the world. Responding to this, she took the time to get it just right. “I know it may be beyond me to ask, but I guess you will stop fighting as much?”
Tiger chuckled. “Oh, dear… It was never anything for you to worry about, and probably even less so now. You can just say that we decided to be honest with each other and came to an understanding.”
Princess Royal blushed a little at that. “Please don’t try to have that sort of way with words. The maid is already as red as she can manage.”
Dido did indeed blush, and did want to bury her face in Princess Royal’s hair. “W-Well, I’m sure the commander would be happy to know that but… Ah… I guess you’re not telling him the details.”
Tiger came in with breakfast, walking into the bedroom with a sway to her hips. “Of course- That’ll be our little secret between the two of us. Of course, if you’d like to join in and learn about that yourself…”
Princess Royal flushed completely red. “T-Tiger! Not in front of the help!” She huffed. “It’s obvious that last night wasn’t enough, and that you need some further action.”
Tiger chuckled, and set out breakfast. She had always teased Princess Royal, and she had always responded- But now Princess Royal was truly hers to tease, and Princess Royal was able to properly express herself- even if it was behind closed doors.

So first of all, yes that was me that posted just before Diablo 4 released how I was frustrated with the direction blizzard took with the game and expected to be disappointed. I’m going to eat my own words here and admit that I was wrong. Diablo 4 is actually really good. In fact it’s awesome.
The combat:
Combat feels fantastic. There’s a certain weight to it that’s hard for a lot of games to get right. Elden Ring did it properly and D4 definitely is right up there. It’s one of those systems where it’s easy to learn but hard to master. I’m level 54 and I’ve changed my build about 4 times so far and keep finding better ways to play. For those curious I’m playing a summoner necro and have decided to make it work even though it’s not the S tier build. Currently goofing around with a Sever shadow damage version that is really fun. Now that I’ve gotten most of the required legendary powers for my build it’s doing great. I never feel too powerful but when I feel too weak I can usually make some adjustments to solve the issue. That’s the mark of a quality game.
The progression systems:
Man. This one took me by surprise completely. There are quite a few systems at work here and you need to learn all of them to be successful. I was kind of put off by it until I reached world tier 3. But ever since I’ve noticed it’s actually a very elegant system. It kind of holds you by the hand on normal difficulty like it should then immediately takes off the training wheels when you get to Tier 3 and you start getting your ass handed to you. But, once you get a grip on all the things you need to start doing to improve your character you start rounding into form. Special shoutout to the helltide zones which are very fun and nerve wracking because one misstep into a boss you can’t handle can set you back 15-20 minutes on your progression to the next chest.
The open world:
I’m torn on this one. On the one hand it’s kind of neat but I can see how once I get all the collectable shrines and what not it’ll be kind of a time sink vs anything entertaining. I’ll reserve my judgement here until I’ve played more.
The itemization:
Honestly it’s not bad. Even though I know I’m only in the equivalent of Nightmare difficulty so all my gear is going to get replaced when I get to Hell (tier 4) it still feels meaningful. They did a good job of alleviating the concern of out leveling your gear with the sacred system. Basically if a loot drop is sacred it’ll be the highest level that item can be and the stat ranges will be higher than normal gear drops. In other words you’re safe to spend mats to upgrade it and put your good legendary powers on the items without worrying about having to replace it 5 hours from now. In a way this alleviated my main concern which was feeling like gear was pointless trash until reaching max level like in all previous versions of Diablo.
The fun:
It’s a blast. I can’t lie. I know I’m in the honeymoon phase but damnit I was as cynical as they come when I first installed the game and it has me hooked. I’m torn between wanting to play my class further into the end game and trying all the other classes. I can see myself playing this for many months before I get bored with it. Overall a very fun game.
So that’s it. I’m happy I was wrong. The first iteration of this game at release is a really solid game. Sure it’s not PD2 and I miss trading, and it feels lonely at times, but for all it got wrong it really got a lot right and I’m digging it.

I’ve decided to taper off my 20mg celexa, my depressive symptoms have improved and I’ve been able to pick up healthier habits and know how to help myself better. I’ve also noticed it numbing me out a bit so I’ve been thinking about coming off them to see how I do.
Unrelated, I haven’t been doing mdma on antidepressants because I know how dangerous it is. (I never did it regularly or in high amounts but I like to do it at music events to enhance the experience)
I have a concert at the end of july and I’m curious if i’d be able to do mdma risk free at that point in time.

When I was a teenager about 15 or 16 my mom attacked me.
My mom liked to stalk me on my high school's website called parent connect. A program she that allowed her to see what I ate at lunch, she would know my attendance she could keep up on my grades ect and she would go on this website at least five times a day if not more.
As a kid I hated homework, I didn't get the point of it. I thought it was stupid and pointless, so a lot of the time I didn't do it but because of that it did affect my grades. so I had gotten in trouble and was out on a plan to do all of the homework I hadn't done including what was to be given. well I worked really hard the week before Christmas break to get it all in and have a good break. the last class I went to to turn in my homework was my math teacher, unfortunately she did not put that in on parent connect that I had turned my homework in so it looked like on that program that I did not even though I did. I handed the homework to my teacher and we had a conversation and I left she did not put it in on parent connect so when I got home my mom was livid because it looked like I did not turn my homework in. she did not believe me that I had gone to my teacher and handed her the homework directly and had a conversation with her. All because it didn't show him parent connect. When my teacher just wanted to leave it was the end of the school day it was the Friday before Christmas break she probably wanted to get the heck out of there and for her to go on to that program and put in that I had done my homework would mean that she had to stay late instead of leaving but she would just put it in when she came back if not over break.
I had always had resting bitch face and I told my parents I don't do it on purpose it's just the way my face rests especially when they're yelling at me, which my mom did all of the time. that was her form of communication to me was to scream at the top of her lungs.
And my dad had given her permission to slap me whenever she didn't like a face that I was making. he told her to just slap it off so that's what she tried to do. she stood on the other side of her small sewing table and told me she was going to slap me and I needed to approach her, I did not want that to happen because I had been getting hit multiple times before so I did not willingly want to walk up to somebody so she could slap me. She didn't like that I said no or resisted so she grabbed my forearm and tried to drag me to her and I kept backing away and she would not let go.
She had a death grip on my forearm and at one point I was backing away from her and she was holding on to me so much trying to pull me to her I was actually pulling her while she was not moving.
Eventually she was able to start swinging and I covered my head with both of my arms so she couldn't hit my face, so she started hitting me with both hands screaming at the top of her lungs to put my hands down and let her slap me.
I screamed no, so she hit me harder and she clawed at my arms with her nails and slapped my arms trying to slap my face, while screaming at me to put my arms down. eventually she backed me into a corner and I fell to the ground she then proceeded to still attack me swinging at me with both hands hitting me with both of her hands her nails whatever she could do whatever she could on me while standing over me.
Eventually all I remember is my leg went up and it kicked her in the stomach and she flew backwards into a chair
She was livid because I had pushed her off of me while she was attacking me.
After that I had no rights in that house I didn't even have a bed, she took away any forms of communication with the outside world, I was not allowed to go to my brother's Christmas choir concert that he had when he was in elementary school. they did eventually let me go to that but that was the only thing I was able to do in the week away from school.
I had no phone, no computer, no music nothing.
My mom took my bed away because she saw an episode on Dr Phil on how to deal with terrible teens and the episode suggested taking the child's bed away. I've honestly somewhat hated Dr Phil because of this episode.
So I had to sleep on the floor. the first night I rolled up some towels into a pillow and laid one down and I took a blanket off my bed to use. when she walked in the next morning she was livid because I was supposed to just sleep on the floor with absolutely nothing no blankets no pillows just the floor and myself -I don't even let my dogs sleep like that on the floor
And that morning I asked her what gives her the right to treat me so bad to hit me without any care in the world and she said I'm your parent and that gives me that right to do whatever the fuck I want to do to you.
Sometime later not that week whether it be weeks later or months later I don't remember she tried to sleep me again. I ended up blacking out and hit her and it was her screaming at the top of her lungs that brought me back. I had no clue what had happened, or what I did. I had never blacked out before. I was standing there like a deer in headlights trying to figure out what had happened when she grabbed a yardstick and came at me with the yardstick and in a few seconds I was able to run into my room close the door which she proceeded to try to get through, so I sat in front of the door. I had to prop my legs up on a play table my brother had in the shared room we had so she could not get through the door.
She put a hole in the door and she almost broke the door and half trying to get to me.
After that she proceeded to always get in my face and dare me to hit her. And in my face I mean she would get her nose to my nose and tell me to hit her,I dare you to hit me give me a reason to kick you out of this house, give me a reason to call the cops on you, hit me in my house I dare you.
And at the time I was very naive to law enforcement so in my head it didn't matter how cruel and mean my parents were if I put hands on my mom then I was the one who would be getting in trouble and going to juvie while my parents just let it all happen. As an adult I know it would not be like that, hopefully.
One thing that had always stuck is I never hit first. I only hit after so I can say it was out of self-defense. never hit first, but she still proceeded to get in my face constantly whenever there was an argument or anything that happened, daring me to touch her so she could proceed to beat the hell out of me and call the police and then claim that I was the one who struck her.
What's even better is in her dementia she proceeded to tell the entire family about these incidences about how I attacked her first and she did absolutely nothing to provoke it.
My family never questioned my mom they believed her 100% on that so I never got to have a relationship with family because that's what they thought of me.
My dad never came to my defense. he never did anything. He always just sat by and let my mom handle the punishment however she saw fit. And if it sounded like I was becoming too much for my mom that's when he would give her permission to hit me beat me whatever my mom wanted to do and that gave her the courage to always strike me.

C.S I don't know if you'll ever see this.
Being a part form you has been the most difficult of my life. Everything was moving so quickly and now that things have slowed down I am able to look into myself. I can finally see what I want out of life. What I need from someone. I need stability, I need to know I'm not put last behind other things. I want open communication, which I know I am not good at but I am trying to do better with speaking how I feel. I am wanting to openly work with a therapist on my childhood traumas. It was unfair to you for me to reflect my past onto you. I felt i wasn't able to talk to you about your addiction, I realized now you didn't want to lose me, I understand. I didn't want to lose you either. I pushed it deep inside and tried to ignore it like I did to my mom. I didn't want to believe it. I was hurt because you were there for me when my mom overdosed. You picked me off the bedroom floor when i was crying. You were there planning her funeral with me. I felt betrayed. You kept it from me and wouldn't talk to me about it. I didn't judge mom for her addiction. I regret not helping her. I was afraid I was going to lose you to the drugs. I felt like you chose them over me like she did. I didn't think to ask you how you were. I am sorry I wasn't there for you when your papaw passed. I am sorry I didn't know what to do to help you. I should of never projected my fears on to you. I shut down. I shut down when you broke things, when I got yelled at. It's my coping mechanism just like you have yours. I feel like in the few weeks I've been alone I've realized more about myself than I had imagined. I am sorry. I told you I hated you and I'm sorry I told you I hoped you die. I don't. I hated what the drugs had done to you. I wanted that part of you to die. The violent, angry person. There are parts to your drug addiction that made me hate myself. Made me feel like I wasn't good enough for you. I am sorry if I ever made you feel unheard, I didn't feel heard. You withdrew and I withdrew. There are things I need in a partner. No broken doors or furniture, no slamming doors. I want us to have a peaceful life where we can feel safe together. I want to be able to sit and openly talk without anger from either of us. No more blaming, for us both to take responsibility. I want good health for both of us. For both of us to be able to receive and accept love. I want us to build each other up instead of tearing eachother down. Honesty about our feeling and to not be afraid to express emotions in a healthy way. I want us to be able to treat eachother with compassion. No more hurting eachother. No more toxic behavior. I want the cycle of the abuse, neglect, the feelings on not being worth anything, the feeling of being unloved to end with us.
I was told you said you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me. Is that something you really meant? Or are you OK with losing me to the addiction?
Ps. I still love you, through all of this.

Memory Transcription Subject: Borlin, Venlil Postal Worker
Date: [Standardized Human Time] August 1, 2136
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It was turning out to be a great paw. There was a gentle breeze across the town of Merrywood, a small transport hub that mostly served as a distribution center for many corporations across Venlil Prime. I had just finished school a few [weeks] ago and had lucked into a job that wasn’t just hauling goods across a warehouse. Today had been my first shift at the Merrywood Postal Service.
The pay was good, the blue postal service vest looked great against my black wool, and it felt so much more personal to deliver packages to people’s homes. I had been worried about feeling left out after graduation, most of my classmates headed off to some academy in one of the big cities. Others signed up for the military, exterminator training, or joined a family business. I couldn't decide on a career path, nothing really interested me enough to commit to it, but now I felt like I had found my place in the herd.
My first day wasn’t even the best of it! The planetary lockdown a few paws ago was more than just a false alarm. First contact with a brand new species, not uplifted but one that came to us! Something like this hadn’t happened in the Federation for millenia! The only problem was that the “humans” might be predators? They claimed to come in peace, and that they could eat both meat and plants. Some scientists claimed it went against everything we knew about biology, but I barely passed that class anyway so I have no idea. The holonet was exploding with debate over them. Some were convinced they were biding their time to strike and devour us, others thought they were the key to defeating the Arxur. Either way, starting today we had an opportunity to look closer and see for ourselves. The humans had sent a huge data dump of cultural information and announced a Human-Venlil exchange program! We could sign up to talk to a human and ask them whatever we wanted! I couldn't wait to tell my folks so we could all sign up together!
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"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR SPEHCKING MIND! WE ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT CONTACTING PREDATORS!"
My tail nearly fell to the floor and my ears went flat against my head at my father's outburst. I looked to my mother for support, but she looked as though she might faint right there in the den. It certainly wasn't the reaction I hoped for. I didn't expect that they would share my enthusiasm with the program, but I thought they would at least be open to the idea. At worst I expected apathy, the usual "that's nice dear" or something, not this. I had never seen my father so angry before and I had no idea how to respond. I fought down my shock, picked my tail back up and tried to reason with him.
"I-It's just a t-text chat dad! They can't hurt us over text!"
"Once we sign up they will know where the population centers are, where WE are! And when they decide to strike, a drop pod will land RIGHT AT OUR DOORSTEP TO TAKE US AS CATTLE!"
My father took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but his fury was still readily apparent.
"You've never seen an Arxur raid son, you haven't heard the stories of those lucky enough to survive. Predators don't want to be friends, Borlin! All they want is to see how gullible their new cattle are!"
"We don't know if they're like that dad! Look at the data they sent! They have Music, Art and Poetry! They're not the Arxur!"
"You can't trust anything a predator says! They probably stole all of that from their last victims!"
"Now you're just making things up, you haven't even looked at it!"
Tears began to cloud my vision, all of my excitement from before turning to disappointment, anger, and sorrow. I couldn't believe my own dad would buy into these insane paranoid conspiracy theories so easily. He wasn't willing to listen to anything else and I couldn't see any way to make him listen. Why did it have to be this way? This wasn’t what I wanted. As I struggled to hold back the tears and think of a way to get through to him, my father was pacing the room, his tail twitching with anger, when he whirled and spoke with a cold certainty.
"No-one in this house will be signing up for this predator program. If you want to put a cattle collar around your neck you can do so out on your own."
My tail drooped at his words, of course we had talked about me moving out before, but it had always been something positive. Something that meant growing up and being successful, not like this. This was a threat, a rejection from the herd. I felt the dam beginning to break and rushed towards my room. Only stopping at the doorway for one final word.
"IT'S ONLY A ONCE IN A MILLENNIA OPPORTUNITY DAD! I GUESS WE'LL JUST WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE!"
Not the best comeback, but it was all I could come up with. I felt the tears rolling down my snout as I turned and slammed the door. Collapsing on my bed I faintly heard my mother’s sobs from the other room echoing my own.
What a terrible paw.

I (26, f, bisexual(?)) keep circling back to the conclusion that being “with” my best friend G (24, f) during college were the best years of my life. And that i will never experience anything remotely as intertwined. And there were of course things about life that sucked during those ~5 years (2017-2021, last 2 years very distant) but it was still ok because we were for lack of a better word “together”.
I feel like we basically dated without kissing or sex. And we’ve never talked about it like that. And now shes been dating this girl S for like 3 years, who, she is completely enmeshed with. Any time i text her or she gives an update on her life she says something about S. S’s family had this problem, theres this other problem me and S are dealing with, had a fight with S but we are doing good now, etc etc.
And its like ive been completely left in the past, stuck and stunted and with a broken sense of what it all actually was. And when i think about an ideal life, i think about what it would be like if i had never moved out of our apartment (there are too many details to try and go into regarding why this happened, but basically my portion of lease was up and we were not talking due to her codependency with her gf at the time - she didnt make time for me anymore) - or if i had been more aware of how relationships work at the time, or whatever, i feel like living with her for the rest of my days would have been so easy and natural and the way it was before we each got caught up in other people. I hadnt really dated anyone seriously when we were friends. And now i consider that my most significant relationship, by far.
She met my parents and grandparents and extended family on multiple trips. I met her parents and grandparents and siblings. People always thought we were dating. Friends, family, whatever. And we would literally joke around about it and make it a game to piss off my homophobic extended family members.
And i know the bottom line is that it takes a choice from a person to want to connect with me and she continuously made choices against connecting with me to connect with people she dated instead - every time, if she was dating someone, i lost her for however long. But we weren’t “dating”, we were best friends, and i was very naive relationally at the time, and i guess kind of still, so its not like i was owed something anyway?
And i feel like now ive been subconsciously waiting for 3 years for her to come back but she just seems to get deeper and deeper into a life that i don’t like for her. I have dated 1 person (a guy) significantly (8 mos) since we have drifted farther apart, and went through what i thought was the worst breakup of my life in 2021-2022. But now i’m like, all this time, has my brain just been distracting me from being so utterly abandoned from the most significant relationship i ever had with a person?
And its not that i dont like her current relationship out of pure jealousy or wanting to be self serving, i dont like how S’s family is, i dont like how G & S fight about coke when G was supposed to be hanging out with me, i dont like how she has lost herself so utterly and completely, i dont like how she basically doesn’t even exist anymore… Is it just me? Does she just not exist to me? Because i feel like the person i knew in between her flings, loves me the same way, and she also texts me still every couple months about how she wishes things could be like before.
But that confuses me because again, were we just really close friends, who drifted apart? And now just both reminisce about being young and living together in our little apartment? Or did we date without kissing and sex like it feels like to me, looking back with more context of what a relationship actually looks like? We did things and activities and went places that were all romantic. And there was physical intimacy too, hugging, cuddling, sleepovers. We were always like 2 pieces of 1 cohesive thing.
And the less i keep distracting myself the more i can understand now that yeah, i am jealous, and i wish they’d break up, and i wish we could move in together and continue where we left off. And that makes me feel like im being so unfair to her, and just selfish.
I have never knowingly dated a girl before but I cannot imagine connecting with a man like we did, ever. My ex A was a super feminine guy, so i feel like he doesn’t count? That literally makes no sense though. I have dated a number of guys, and even the best ones have just seemed like acts of self abandonment. And so lately I’ve been having such a crisis within. I also had another really close girl friend in 2015-16, who would lick my face “as a joke”!? And i’m just having a lot of trouble trying to process. Idk how to date girls. But I figure it starts just like friendships do.
Any advice is so appreciated. I am hurting a lot over these things. Thanks.

Hi Ottawa.
This incident happened about a month ago around May 10 or 11. The casino had introduced this new electronic craps table several weeks prior. The digital table has got its pros and cons over the classic analogue table with chips and multiple dealers. Well it just so happens that one of the cons of this digital table cost me $450.
I was having a great roll and had a $50 bet on the hard 6. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the game, this is an on-going bet that wins and pays you 9:1 when the dice land 3-3 and lose when they land on any other combination of a 6. It's a bad bet, but you can bet as little as a dollar and get paid big if you hit it a few times by replaying your winnings on top (called a press).
During my roll I had stopped and decided to tip the dealer some money. The way this works is that you press a "Tip" button on the top right of the screen and it prints out the dollar amount that the dealer can then cash out at the end of their shift.
This is the moment where everything goes to shit.
The dice get passed to me and the dealer presses a button to close the betting on all player terminals. This is fine and well because I did not intend to change any of my bets and so I did not look at my betting terminal. I throw the dice and bam, HARD 6! I get super excited because I know I just won $450.
Except I didn't...
I look down on my betting terminal and ALL OF MY BETS ARE CLEARED FROM THE TABLE! WTF!!! Omg...
We quickly learned that when you press the tip button on the screen the software thinks that you're done playing the game and you're leaving. I ask to call the supervisor and have them take a look. The pit boss who comes in makes a comment that I might have accidentally hit the "All bets cancelled" button, which is in the same general area but still visibly distant. Nope! Not even close. I did not touch my screen at all! Check the cameras pal. This same problem happened to another player a couple of weeks after. They gave a tip on their last round of play and all of their bets got wiped from the screen.
He made up some horseshit about how security doesn't focus on electronic tables. Total nonsense. They have 80 billion cameras on the ceiling covering every possible angle for any kind of incident. I couldn't have mistakenly hit that button, especially when I didn't even touch the screen lol! It was obvious he was trying to find a way to weasel out of paying me my bet. He insultingly offered a $20 coupon at the bar. I took it lol.
I call him again about 20 minutes later after talking to my friend who was playing right next to me and witnessed that I definitely had my bet there. I paused my play on the machine because the software only records a certain number of plays in its memory to have them come over and go through it. Sure enough, it's exactly the way I described it to him. He finally admits that yeah something went wrong. He takes down my info and tells me that the electronic craps table is under the supervision of the slot machine pit bosses and that they will conduct their investigation then get back to me.
They never did.
Weeks pass and I had to call the casino and chase down this same pit boss to ask for an update. He told me that they did their investigation and everything looked to be fine when they pressed the tip button, and that I must have hit the button to cancel my bets. It was the exact same preconceived notion he had weeks ago that he tried to gaslight me with the first time. Nothing had changed. I doubt they even did anything to look into the machine. This was last week when I had called and spoken to him over the phone.
These crooks screwed me out of $450. It's not a huge amount of money but it is for one person and it is my damn money, regardless of how much. I know that these bastards chase people out of the casino for as little as $20 that they accidentally overpay.
Do I have any kind of bureaucratic or legal recourse here? Any advice is appreciated.
Thanks for reading and sorry for the length.

Im 18 I've paid for sex twice with two different girls I don't have any excuses for my behaviour I know what I did was wrong and after the first time I did it I managed to not do it again for 6 months and thought I wouldn't do it ever again but I fell short does anyone have any advice on how I can rebuild my self esteem and self worth and how I should approach relationships with women in the future because transactional relationships seem to just be damaging me

I (27m) have been with my girlfriend (28f) for a few years. We have friendship circles that are relatively integrated and get along well, however she’s never really got to know my work friends. For no particular reason, however my work friends and I only ever talk about work. We work corporate jobs with a lot of drama.
I have two close female friend at work who I go for drinks with semi regularly (about twice a month) and this has caused some friction in the past. This has largely been due to my bad communication habits, and how she feels that I prioritise them over her however we’ve worked through things.
On of the things that was a tipping point was that a few months ago my work friends and I organised a 3 day holiday (including 2 other work friends who are guys). I very wrongfully didn’t tell my girlfriend about this for about a month and a half because I wanted to avoid another long conversation about it, however I eventually did. She was very rightfully upset about this, especially as we haven’t been away on holiday together yet, however we were able to reconcile. While on the holiday, my girlfriend asked if we could call everyday which I agreed to, but due to alcohol and a general forgetfulness, I didn’t call and when I got back my girlfriend was very upset and it was another long evening. But we worked through it and are hopefully stronger for it.
This weekend, I suggested that a few of my work friends come over for brunch. This has been a really busy week for me and I haven’t made any time to see my girlfriend, however she suggested we have a couple beers a couple days ago and we had a really good evening. However, it’s likely that I won’t see my girlfriend until after brunch drinks, which would be 6 days without seeing her.
Now my girlfriend is upset that I made time for my work friends when I won’t have seen her all week.
AITA?

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Apologies long because of backstory!
Last night was my roommates birthday. We are both bartenders, and our birthdays are four days apart (mine was Friday) and this year we both ended up having work on each of our birthdays.
Mine was Friday, which is an extremely busy night of the week for the bar regardless of the event. It wasn’t fully advertised as my birthday party, we just kind of added it on to the scheduled event (Beyoncé Renaissance party), which we knew would be fairly large on its own. He worked with me on the shift (we also work together) and the night was pretty poppin and people showed me a lot of love. We live in New Orleans and do the dollar safety pin thing and our customers really hooked me up. I’ve been a bartender for five years and have known these people for practically that whole time. My roommate has only been a bartender for about a year-and-a-half and people definitely love him but he’s not as “”popular”” just by virtue of not having done it as long.
His birthday was last night (Tuesday) which is generally pretty slow. I knew he was going to probably get a little in his feels about not having a crazy nighttoo, but we still made sure his shift was advertised as his party and got a DJ and food. I could tell halfway through that he was a little sad that some of his oldest friends didn’t show up and that it didn’t have the same blowout feel as mine so I did everything I could to make sure that those of us who were there made it count and showed him a lot of attention and reinforced how much we care for him but it’s totally understandable that he would feel a little sad even though mine was mostly like that because it was already going to be a big party and the weekends are so much busier than the weekdays. Basically I was just doing everything I could to make the best out of the Tuesday and encourage others to do so as well which everyone really did.
This is where the drama starts:
About two hours in to the the party I found out from my boss that a good friend and very loyal regular to my roommate and I (he was a little closer to my roommate) lost his life in a sudden and very violent manner.
Pretty much everyone at the bar knew him and many of us found out at the same time from different people. We talked about it outside very briefly and all agreed that my roommates birthday party was NOT the appropriate time to get into the nitty gritty and that we should wait a few hours until it ended to tell roommate so that he could enjoy his night to the fullest. A few others there who weren’t in the conversation but who I later found out also knew came to the same decision independently. We didn’t want to hide it from him or act like his birthday was so much more important than our friends passing, but it felt like it would be unfair to turn the party in to a wake and we all were still in good spirits because we wanted to enjoy our time together before the mourning process began and make him feel special I guess if that makes sense and agreed that my roommate should have the opportunity to make some good memories before that came crashing down.
I did not know this at the time, but one of our friends very tactlessly and (in my opinion) somewhat selfishly told my roommate halfway through his party, which is when I started noticing he was a little sad like I mentioned earlier. I thought it was only because of the reasons I mentioned and I still think that was a little part but learning of the passing very much crushed him as I knew it would. The mutual friend did not know our departed friend as well and in my opinion it reads as a bit gossipy and just wholly inappropriate for the moment since my roomate was not only trying to have a special time but also working.
I know everyone doesn’t think the same way or process the same way and I’m not trying to say he was wrong for trying to maybe reach out to someone, but he didn’t discuss it with anyone else except my roommate. None of us knew he knew and he could have talked to any of us about it we are all just as close as he and my roomate are.
A few hours after the party I sat with my roommate to tell him what happened and he told me about how our friend had already told him and I was absolutely LIVID. My roommate started sobbing uncontrollably and it was pretty clear looking back that he had been fighting back the emotions for most of the night when I thought he was just a bit bummed about having a smaller party. To make matters worse, tomorrow is a benefit concert for my roommates life-long best friend who died two years ago who’s birthday two days after his (they celebrated together for years) so it was already a touchy time making it even more important to do our best to make him feel loved.
When I say I went in on the friend who told I really went in. I cussed him out quite a but not to a nuclear level (I didn’t call him vulgar names) but I was definitely unflinchingly intense and I did tell him to use his f—ing brain, that I was super disappointed, that he was a selfish jerk, that everyone else got the memo without too much trouble, and that he ruined the birthday but couldn’t fix it because the birthday is done until next year. I told my roomate that this Friday would be his second party but obviously it’s not the same.
I’m still of the opinion that he did the wrong thing, but I’m wondering if I was too harsh yelling at him. After all he did lose a friend as well, but at the same time I just feel like there was a drama element to the situation and why would the ONLY PERSON you discuss it with be a birthday haver who is at work and already in a sensitive place?
Should I apologize for being so harsh? I told him to not talk to my roommate or apologize yet because he did enough damage and maybe that isn’t my place but I feel really strongly that he shouldn’t have done that. AITA?

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As many are probably aware, there is a debate if the comb jellies or sponges were the first to branch off from the rest of the animals. For the moment it looks like comb jellies are the oldest. Which would mean that both comb jellies and other non-sponges evolved twice from a sponge like ancestor, or that sponges are secondary simplified animals.
If we assume the latter; how could sponges have evolved from more complex animals? They are obviously not the only ones. Animals that turn into specialized parasites or adapt to a simple life as sessile filter feeders lose much of their complexity. Apparently parasites like Rhombozoa have lost their nerves (and probably muscle cells), and Placozoa either never had nerves or muscles, or lost them too.
Sponges are so old that they originated in the Ediacaran period, when there were none (or extremely few) predators or animals with hard body parts. So they wouldn't have been as exposed to danger as modern animals.
The sponge ancestor could have been a simple little worm or blob like creatures covered in cilia. With very simple proto-neurons and a body with no circulation or respiration organs (which only shows up in bilateria), and possibly a mesoglea, which is a cheap way for animals to grow bigger.
The questions is how it became porous. It would have to evolve many holes in its body to get there. But we see it all over in the animal kingdom. Some comb jellies are able to grow an anus only when they need it. Lampreys have several gill openings, so does the lancelet. In herrings their swim bladder has evolved a posterior opening that is connected to their anus. Many large and long flatforms have a strongly branched gut with several anuses, Insects have a trachea system with many openings. So, evolving extra openings if required is maybe rare, but has occurred many times in different animal lineages. And animals like the worm Sabellida are also filter feeders with no gut, mouth or anus, as it lives in symbiosis with microbes. The echinoderms known as sea daisies have also lost their mouth, gut and anus. And some sponges have lost their filter feeding system.
If the sponge ancestor had a "mouth" which created a current, and later evolved an opening the water could leave from, or if they had one or several grooves on their back that later closed on top and formed a hollow tube for the water, is impossible to say. But it would have been a start. Perhaps did they also live in symbiosis with bacteria like modern sponges do. The opening then just had to branch once, twice and three times, and so on, and gradually the filter feeding part of the animal would have become the dominant, and the rest of the original anatomy would have disappeared completely with time. This simplicity has proven to be one of their strengths. The rest of the animal kingdom went in other directions.
So far no sponge larvae has been found with something that resembles neurons, but they seems to do fine without.
Is it that unthinkable that a very simple and primitive little organism in prehistoric time evolved into the ancestor of modern sponges? Comb jellies and sponges are the two oldest animal lineages that has survived, yet we know nothing about all the extinct lineages that are just as old or older.