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Hi there!
I'm 28 years young, (going on 29!) 6ft, currently living in the South of England. Not nearly as posh as it sounds, there's a lot of potholes and it's constantly wet, so there's that. I'm currently a server in a traditional English pub. I essentially make people happy as I put food in front of them, so that's my job description. I get good tips though, so it's not all bad.
In my spare time, I love listening to ambient music as I read, or play video games. Basically, I love detaching myself from reality and can find good ways about it. I also love looking at (often out of my budget) places to visit, and often thinking about what those places would be like. I miss travelling all over and am getting back into the swing of it though. Let's share travel stories! I'm also a pretty big fact nut, so quiz me on things! My speciality is flags, so be sure to ask!
I'm looking for someone who is kind, caring and will put up with my kookiness! I don't mind on location, if we live on the opposite sides of the world and fall for each other and I have to relocate, then that's okay with me! Photos are available on request, don't worry!
Anyways, I hope you have a nice day! And maybe chat later? I'm mostly online, so feel free to message me whenever!
(Photos on request! And a photo of you gets a photo of me!) Happy messaging!

I took a landscaping job that started today on the understanding it would be for 5-7 days a week but it turned out the owner was offering more like 2-3 days of work per week. I worked 7 hours for him and at the end of the day I informed him I would be taking another offer I had since I was expecting more hours. I asked him to text me to work out a payment method to which he responded, he “didn’t feel the need to pay me since it was just a training day and he didn’t really need me”.
The whole time at work was spent weeding gardens and hauling mulch in wheelbarrows with no training other than a few random pointers here and there.
I’m going to wait until at least next friday which was supposed to be my payday and text him beforehand however I highly doubt he will pay me based on his demeanour.
I looked at the process for filing a ministry of labour report and am worried since I have no supporting documentation like a contract or a timesheet. All I have is a few text communications, the location of the job site, and proof that I applied for the job. He’s also a small timer with only one other employee so I doubt he keeps much documentation himself although he did say I would be paid on the books so I assume he is a registered company.
It’s only around $130 but I really need the money and I did a full day of work. If anyone has experience with the MOL how likely am I to be successful in a complaint and is there any way I could strengthen it? Do I have any other options or am I just SOL on this one? I looked it up and the cost to file in small claims is nearly what I’m owed so that hardly seems like a suitable option.
The province is Ontario.

Good evening everyone. I was able to put together the following list exclusively with parts available in store at my nearest Best Buy (I don't have a microcenter near me) for $1150.33 USD. The list from pcpartpicker with all the same items totaled $1039.94, but I'm willing to eat a $110 convenience fee to play Diablo IV on something better than my potato sooner rather than later if its not egregiously bad.
I'm new to building PCs so I was wondering if this is actually a good value or not, or if there is significant room for improvement anywhere. Ideally I would want to do 1440p gaming at at least 60fps, and I only intend to carry over using my keyboard, mouse, and monitor. This seems to met those criteria in my lurking research of this subreddit, but if I've learned anything here, it's that y'all can make it better. What do you think?
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Sorry, long post ahead.
Let me start off my saying, my doctor and my nurses? Angels. Heaven sent. My doctor literally yelled at pathology last night to get them to turn around and come back to work because he wanted to do an emergency D&C and needed them there at 9 at night to make sure it was a blighted ovum and not an ectopic. He won. And I was in rushed into what turned out to be double surgery just an hour and a half later. And my nurse? Hugged me over and over again. Literally refused to leave me with the OR team until she could say goodbye to me. These people are what all medical teams should be like. They advocated for me. They rooted for me and they took no short cuts. Summary ahead:
Last week when I was meant to be 8+4, they spotted what looked like a blighted ovum measuring 6+0. I went through all stages of grief in rapid succession.
Thursday: first US shows blighted ovum or ectopic. Blood work drawn. Numbers were high at 18,466.
Saturday: More bloodwork, more spotting and bleeding.
Monday: I woke up and was relieved to see that my bloodwork results online showed they were going down and this was indeed nearly over. Shortly after, I got a call from my original doctor telling me to run (not walk) to radiology at another location for a more detailed US because the numbers suggested a possible ectopic (18,000s). They were going down, but not fast enough and they should've never been that high to begin with if there is nothing in the gestational sac. At 2500 hcg you should almost always be able to see something in the sac. That means a possible pregnancy somewhere else in the body. So I got the US and it showed no signs of ectopic. She scheduled me for another US to confirm in a week and D&C could be scheduled then.
Tuesday (the next day, yall): She called me minutes after I ate (for the first time in days due to the stess) and tells me to go to the hospital emergency room because she again suspects an ectopic with my numbers and I would likely need a D&C that night to send the contents to pathology to help rule out ectopic. So I go. They do another US. They say they don't think it's ectopic. They talk about my options. They call my orginal doctor. A new doctor comes in, reviews everything, and goes HAM on the phone trying to get me in for an emergency D&C. He doesn't want me to go home even for the night. He says he's seens cases like mine and I that should immediately get a tested D&C and possibly exploratory. I was taken in for surgery an hour and a half later.
Pathology said they were "pretty sure" the D&C removed the product of conception, but my doctor said that wasn't good enough for him, and he wanted absolute certainty. So while I was still under, he did exploratory (2 tiny cameras are put through your belly button and side) and found that my tubes and ovaries were great. He was then satisfied that they did indeed remove the products of conception with the D&C and I woke up shortly after the surgery.
I have a very low pain tolerance, and I felt no pain. The most I felt was when they gave me a shot in my butt cheek after surgey. That bruised pretty quick. But the actual D&C and exploratory were pretty painless and I was released this morning.
Ladies, get a team that fights for you. That advocates for you. You should be impressed at the level your team cares for you, and if you're not, you're with the wrong one.

With 10th edition right around the corner and with its focus on the Nids. I thought it be fun to showcase the Swarmlords various battles and try and get a good idea where he should stand as threat. Since he can comeback stronger every time, I hope we get to see him fight someone like Trajann Valoris. If the nid are going to invade Terra that is.
BATTLES:

• Vs Calgar: Couldn't find a quote, however it comes from "Codex Tyranid (5th & 6th edition)". At "the Battle of Cold Steel Ridge" on Macragge the Swarmlord directed Hive Fleet Behemoth to defeat every one of Marneus Calgar's tactics. Calgar himself was almost killed by the Swarmlord, but managed to escape alive with the help of his Honour Guard while the Swarmy killed the Commander of the Guard Aloyseus. The Swarmlord led the attack on the polar fortresses of Macragge defended by Captain Invictus of the Ultramarines' elite 1st Company. In the end, the entire 1st Company was killed and official Imperial reports listed the Swarmlord as slain at that time. Calgar has a rematch with Swarmy in Ichar IV. With Calgar evening the score by killing the Hive Tyrant.

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• Vs Ortan Cassius: Couldn't find a quote, however it comes from "Space Marine Legends: Cassius". He killed the Swarmlord & his Tyrant guard with the assistance of a squad of like 10 marines. However, the only reason he managed to pull it off is because, the Swarmlord wanted to end the fight quickly. So, he resorted to a psychic attack. Unfortunately for Swarmy Cassius had been training with Tigurius on his psychic resistance. So, while the Swarmlord had his back on him. Cassius manage to recover quickly, and surprise attack the Swarmy. He hit Swarmy's head with a powered crozius. The Swarmlord's head was then doused with fire from Cassius' combi-bolter's flamer and was forced onto its knees. There Cassius' squadmates pumped its vital organs full of Hellfire rounds while the Chaplain repeatedly beat its head with his powered Crozius. This continued for a few minutes until Swarmy died.

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• Vs Prince Yriel: to be honest not much of a fight. Swarmy kinda just gets one-shot by Yriel using a Crone-Sword. - (Valedor):

”He landed lightly upon the gory corpse of a fallen giant. Before him the swarmlord loomed, taller than a wraithknight and greatly more massive. Its eyes glittered at him with malign intelligence.
‘Great Dragon!’ Yriel called, holding aloft the Spear of Twilight. ‘I come to slay you, as my forefather Ulthanash slew the wyrm Draoch-var with this very blade!’
Three huge creatures lumbered at Yriel, directed by the psychic command of the leader-beast, but he leapt aside from their swipes, the spear granting him unparalleled reflexes. One and then another fell, pierced by the pin point lance beams of the prince’s followers as he bounded closer to his prey. Roaring, the swarmlord attacked, driving down a claw twelve paces long at Yriel. He back-flipped, the wind of its passing stirring his hair. The tip of the claw slammed down into a carcass, slowing the hive tyrant for the merest heartbeat as it tugged it free, but it was enough. The prince landed on his feet. Smoothly he drew back his arm and cast the spear of Ulthanash at the creature. The spear screamed a polyphonic wrath-song as it hurtled through the air, passing in an eyeblink to pierce the jaw of the swarmlord, drive up through the soft mouth into the swollen brain case, and emerge, gleaming, from the top of the armoured skull.
The swarmlord toppled, lifeless. Yriel yelled in exultation, feeling more alive than he had in many cycles. He had become jaded by his life as a corsair. But this! This was the theatre of life full in the round!

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• Vs 3 Custodes: Fought three Custodians, killing two and was fighting on par with their Shield Captain. - (Duty Unto Death):

”A single pod cut through the toxic fumes and the burning sky, hammering into the centre of the plain and the milling confusion of the alien horde. There was an instant realignment, like constellations suddenly clarified in the heavens. The army turned as one, unified by singular purpose once more. The thing which tore itself free from the spore-pod was immense, the pinnacle of genetic mastery and a paragon of inhuman might. The greatest bio-scholars of Terra could not decide whether it was a consciousness in its own right, or an immune response of the hive mind – brought into being when the tide was set against it.
The swarmlord raised its head and bellowed as it rushed forward to meet them.
iIt closed the distance in what seemed like moments. A blur, the storm given form. Blades scissored down against the Custodians. They blocked, even their movements too slow. Bio-electric fields warred with the power fields of their weapons in a whine of feedback and a shower of sparks. It forced Varamach to his knees, and the great cleaver blade descended, burying itself in the armour of his neck. There was a spasm and a gout of blood, and he had only a moment to drive his spear up and into its flesh before he fell. Another loss, too massive to countenance. Natreus ducked under its guard and slashed across its chest, but the swarmlord brought all four of its blades to bear. It pinned Natreus, blades barely containing him as he struggled, blood coating them in furious smears. The Custodian’s spear fell from his grasp, and the swarmlord cast him to the dust.*
Only Tamerlain remained. He broke into a run, swinging his axe as he advanced. The heavy castellan blade impacted against one of the boneswords, chipping it. There was no surprise in its dead eyes, only a snarl of alien hate.
‘This is His domain,’ Tamerlain said, not caring whether or not it could hear or understand. ‘I am His servant, and you shall not end me with my duty yet undone.’ He moved beneath its dance of blades, feeling them scrape against his armour – turned aside by angle, speed and the armour’s inherent strength. It snarled, dripping venom as it stabbed down at him. He dropped to his knees, his hand finding Natreus’ spear. ‘Forgive me,’ he whispered, and drove the unpowered blade up with such force that it cracked the monster’s armoured sternum. It slammed one of its blade limbs into his side, and he brought his axe up again. An arm flew free in a gush of sour fluid, and it batted him aside with the flat of another blade.
They were evenly matched. Opposites. Mirrors. One the pinnacle of human genetic mastery, the other a crescendo of accelerated hyper-evolution. One was golden, the other base.
They fought down the burning slopes, even as the tyranid swarm wove around them in a tightening noose. By-blows obliterated swathes of brood organisms. The swarmlord did not care as it scythed through its own, as it drove Tamerlain back. He fought with every century of his experience behind him. He could feel the names carved into his armour, pressed against his flesh. Each carried a burden.
He moved as fast as he was able, raising his axe to block and parry or to cut and slash. Their melee devolved into a grinding brawl, drawn out and bitter. He tensed as he fought, feeling the dull ache of fatigue. He struck for its thorax, cleaving it open even as it brought two of its blades round.
It pincered him in place. He felt something break in his armour’s systems, his gauntlet clenching in palsy. He closed his eyes and focused. It was more gruelling and more intense than any Blood Game he had run in the service of the Throne, more pressing than any battle of his long years. He felt his fingers close, finally, around the hilt of his misericordia dagger, and pulled it free. He pushed it up and drove it into the thing’s snarling visage. Dissonator spirits engaged with a flare and the blade blazed golden for a glor­ious instant as it sank through flesh and chitin. The beasts screamed, every last one of them howling in animal agony.
Tamerlain kicked out his leg and drove the dying monster back. Behind him, the world roared again – in sympathetic victory.

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• Vs Dante: - (Devastation of Baal):

" Fifty yards away was the largest hive tyrant Dante had ever seen. Upon backward-hinged legs it stood taller than a Dreadnought. Red spore clouds pumped from the chimneys on its high back. Bonded to its fists were four matched boneswords, with heavy ends as square and brutal as cleavers. He had heard of this thing, the galaxy’s bane, the hive mind personified.
Commander Dante faced the Swarm Lord.
His perception coalesced around the monster. Reality reasserted itself, his visions driven off by the sheer physicality of the hive mind. The past gave way to the present. The sounds of battle returned, albeit muted. The horde was broken into pieces. The howling of his blood-mad warriors was scattered, so isolated there could only have been a few of them left.
In the monster’s eyes glimmered an ancient and powerful intellect. As old as he was, Dante felt like a newborn babe compared to the intelligence staring at him through that unblinking gaze. He sensed that there were two beings looking at him. The monster, and the being that controlled it. They were separate, yet one. A sense of crushing psychic might emanated from it, so great its grasp encompassed galaxies. There was sophistication there, and terrifying intelligence, but all were outweighed by its bottomless, eternal hunger.
For the moment that the man and the monster stared into one another’s souls, Dante pitied it. The hunger of the hive mind made the Red Thirst trivial by comparison.
A rumble sounded in the monster’s throat. Muscle fibres exposed by gaps in its chitinous armour contracted; that was all the warning Dante received. There was no threat display, no roar to intimidate, it simply hurled itself into the attack. The hive mind was nothing if not efficient.
Despite its size, the Swarm Lord moved with staggering speed. Its alien anatomy made its attacks difficult to predict, and Dante found himself fending off a blur of jagged bone. Crystal veins glittered in the blades, generating a shimmering energy field like none Dante was familiar with.
The Swarm Lord’s weapons met the Axe Mortalis with a thunderous boom. Dante reeled back from the blow, letting out a brief blast from his jump pack to steady himself, dodging narrowly to the right to avoid a return strike from the Swarm Lord’s two left-hand swords. He ignited his jump pack fully, making a short leap backwards as the swords from the right smashed into the desert where he had been standing. The energy field encasing the blade exploded the sand.
As the beast slammed down its weapons he snapped off a quick shot with the perdition pistol. His aim was honed by centuries of practice. The meltabeam cut a roiling line through the air, connecting with the Swarm Lord’s lower left elbow joint. An explosion of steam carried the smell of broiled meat out towards Dante, and the thing’s arm went limp.
It made no cry of pain. As it moved forward, its useless arm snagged on the ground. With an total lack of human emotion, it severed the crippled limb with a sword blow and moved in to re-engage. Dante leapt again, jets on full burn. He swooped low, darting in to strike and withdraw. His fuel indicators plummeted, but Dante remained aloft, soaring away from bonesword strikes with expertly timed exhaust bursts. His blows left a dozen smoking scars in the Swarm Lord’s carapace. It responded with a buffeting storm of psychically generated terror that had no effect on the Space Marine lord, so deep in the thirst was he. The thirst grew in Dante until he stood on the brink of the Black Rage, a pit he could never climb from. He resisted the urge to finally throw himself in. The strength this last surrender would grant him would be formidable, but his mind would be gone for good, and so he would perish. Not until this thing was slain would he abandon his last shreds of self-control. He had to know that it was dead.
He focused on his hate, on his desire to kill, on his need to rip this interloper’s head from its shoulders and cast it to the sand.
The Swarm Lord’s armour was thickest on its shoulders, head and back. They duelled for long minutes, Dante landing so many blows that the edge of his fabled axe dulled, and its power unit vented black smoke. All his skill could draw but a little blood. The Swarm Lord snapped and swung at him with undiminished might.
Dante needed a decisive blow soon. The Swarm Lord’s endurance would outlast his own, and one lucky strike from the beast’s weapons could end the fight long before exhaustion set in. So Dante dived in again, axe held low in the manner of a cavalryman stooping in the saddle to strike with his sabre. Jinking through swinging boneswords and into the spore cloud issuing from the Swarm Lord’s chimneys, he raked the blade of his weapon across the leader beast’s face, catching it across one eye. He was momentarily blinded by the swirl of red microorganisms belching from its back, and forced to touch down.
The two combatants wheeled to face each other. The chitin around the Swarm Lord’s right eye was cut down to a gleam of bone. Ichor and humours from its ravaged eye wet its cheek.
Dante smiled coldly. ‘I shall take your other eye, and then I shall kill you.’ In return the leader beast shrieked, a psychic assault that channelled the polyphonous voice of the hive mind into a concentrated mental blow. Dante reeled under the combined sonic-psionic blast. Something gave inside him. He tasted blood at the back of his throat. His mind suffered more than his body, and he staggered back, dazed, his axe dragging through the sand.
The Swarm Lord seized the opportunity and ran at the commander again. Dante blasted backwards, but even as it charged the Swarm Lord assailed Dante with fresh psychic attacks, sending out a lance of psionic energy that cut through his armour into his leg and knocked Dante wheeling from the air. He slammed into the ground with bone-jarring force. His face slammed into his helm, breaking his nose. The terror field halo around Sanguinius’ golden mask buckled and gave out in a skittering crawl of psychic energy. His iron halo’s energy field failed with a bang.
The thing screamed again. Dante’s being was deadened from the soul outward. His vision swam. The energy his thirst gave him was stolen away. The Swarm Lord thundered at him, head down, three swords back, ready to strike. Dante regained enough of his wits just in time, activating his jump pack while he was still on his back. The jets sent him scraping across the ancient rockcrete and sand of the landing fields at high speed, drawing a shower of sparks from his armour. Alarms wailed from every system of his battleplate.
A second, brain-rattling impact shook him as he connected with the wreck of a Land Raider. The systems diagnostics for his jump pack wailed at high alert, red danger runes blinking all over his helmplate. With a thought, he jettisoned his jump pack, rolling free of the stuttering jump unit as the Swarm Lord barrelled into the tank wreck with such force it lifted from the ground. The Swarm Lord turned on him quickly, grinding Dante’s jump pack into a pool of fire and sundered metal under its broad hooves. The Land Raider slammed back down.
More alarms rang in Dante’s helm. On standard battleplate, a jump pack took the place of a Space Marine’s reactor pack, replicating most of its functions as well as providing limited flight capability. Without it, Dante was left in a suit of armour with only residual power.
He had seconds left of combat effectiveness at the most. Emergency battery icons clamoured for his attention, bars sliding quickly down to red emptiness.
The Swarm Lord screamed. Psychically induced horror buffeted Dante’s mind, tormenting him with dread. Dante roared back, unafraid.
‘I am of the Lord of the Blood,’ he said, as he broke into a run, the alarms of his dying armour wailing in his ears. ‘What I do, I do for he who made me. No personal ambition is mine. No glory do I seek. No salvation for my soul or comfort for my body. No fear do I feel.’ The Swarm Lord swung at Dante hard. Dante retaliated with a counter blow, shattering the bone sabre. Thick alien fluids pumped from the broken blade. The eye set into its hilt rolled madly, and it began to shrill. ‘By his Blood was I saved from the selfishness of flesh.’
The Swarm Lord was unmoved by the death of its symbiotic blade. The stroke continued downward, the remains of the sword catching Dante below his breastplate and penetrating his plastron. A combination of Dante’s impetus and the Swarm Lord’s immense strength punched the bone fragment deep into his body, penetrating his secondary heart, scraping on his spine, and exiting the other side of his torso.
The creature snarled in what would have been triumph in any other species. Dante’s formidable progress was arrested. Hissing deeply, the Swarm Lord lifted Commander Dante off the ground, armour and all. Warm blood ran down inside Dante’s bodyglove. Toxins leaked from the Swarm Lord’s weapon, sending spiders of agony crawling along his nerves.
‘By his Blood was I elevated.’ It was over. He began the Mors Votum. The Swarm Lord lifted him high, screaming in victory, and swung its arm down to flick Dante from the blade’s shard so it might finish him on the sand.
Reactive foams bubbled from Dante’s armour, bonding him firmly to the remnants of the Swarm Lord’s blade.
‘By his Blood do I serve.’
The beast hesitated, only for a fraction of a second, but it was enough. As it was raising its remaining two blades to cut Dante in two, the commander raised the perdition pistol. His armour died on him, its systems starved of power, growing heavier with every second as his life ran from his body. His aim did not waver.
‘My life I give to the Emperor, to Sanguinius, and to mankind,’ he intoned. The Swarm Lord’s face was reflected in the dulled metal of Dante’s mask.
Sanguinius’ face shouted silently at the hive mind.
Dante disengaged the weapon’s failsafes with a flick of his thumb.
‘My service is done. I give thanks. My life is finished. I give thanks. Blood returns to blood. Another will take up my burden in my stead. I give thanks.’
He fired the perdition pistol at point-blank range into the Swarm Lord’s face. Its flesh liquefied and boiled off as superheated steam. Its first bonesword bounced from Dante’s armour, ripping long scratches into its decoration. Bloodstones fell from their mounts. Still Dante held his aim true. The pistol’s power pack grew so hot with thermal feedback it blistered his skin through his ceramite. Still he did not relent. The fusion beam bored through the creature’s organic armour. Thermic biogels bled from cavities in the chitin, but they could not stay the perdition pistol’s beam. The weapon glowed with white heat. The Swarm Lord reared backwards. Its cries became gurgles as its tongue cooked in its head. Desperate to be free of Dante, it severed its own wrist with a clumsy strike. Dante blacked out for a moment from the pain of the bone shard jarring his organs as he hit the floor. When he came to he was lying on the ground. The Swarm Lord slumped to its knees alongside him. Its movements were feeble. Keening quietly, it fell forward, chest heaving. Air whistled through its breathing spiracles, then ceased. Dante rolled his head to one side. One of the boneswords lay close to his face. The eye set into its hilt stared hatred at him before dimming. The pupil dilated. The sword, too, was dead.
Dante took a painful breath. Fluid bubbled in his lungs. His body ached all over from the tyranid’s poison.
He was dying."

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• Vs the Overfiend: Couldn't find a quote, however it comes from "War Zone Octarius, Book 2: Critical Mass". The Swarmlord face the second largest ork in the galaxy twice. The first time he charged at the Overfiend, battleling for hours nonstop. However, the Overfiend after getting a shot off at the Swarmlord's midriff, decapitated swarmy. Swarmy angrily was rebirth in a bioship ready for round 2. In said round the Swarmlord bid his time. Only jumping into the fight after the Overfiend had been wounded by a carnifex. He then uses his agility to evade the Overfiend's attacks, in an attempt to tire him. The Overfiend however never relented nor slowed down yet in the midst of a swing the Swamrlord found an opening. Which he use to cut the cable of the Overfiends power-claw. With his power-claw now slowing him down the Swarmlord made quick work out of him. Eating his brains in the process.

1. why does everyone hate beck???? first of all, I think she's gorgeous. yes, she's blonde and white, very girl-next-door, and as a person is not completely out of the ordinary. she has a likable, relatable, drawing personality. she's nothing super special, but I think that's the point. it shows how something like this could happen to anyone. any ordinary person could have a stalker, it happens all the time. and although Joe's obviously done this before, it's interesting to see how on the outside he seems relatively normal, and how he takes these normal interactions with beck and speaks of them like they're so meaningful and speaks of beck like she's exquisite because he's so enthralled by her. I tried to watch s2 and couldn't get into it but the difference between love and beck is that beck just felt so real. just a normal girl who falls victim to a psycho & we get to see how a crazy person obsesses over average people.
2. how the HELL did Ethan never go into the basement?? every single time someone's anywhere near the basement, Joe flips out and runs downstairs. he never gives Ethan the keys, never let's anyone even near the basement. he know's there's a cage down there with a window for food and the basement's soundproof. I know Joe told him it's because of the rare books, but dear god, wouldn't anyone be creeped out by that? I've had minimum wage jobs at age 17 where the manager's gave me the keys to the safe and their bills lmao. I just don't get how Ethan was never slightly suspicious.
3. how tf was Joe so stupid to leave the pee in peaches house. I mean cmon.
4. in the last episode, when beck researches Candace and sees the similarities, with everyone around Candace dying/disappearing and then her disappearing when they broke up & how everyone around her seemed to be dying/ disappearing and now they were broken up, and how she's caught Joe being stalkers multiple times at this point, why tf did she go to ask him if it was true? there was no other explanation..... I'd like to think that most women who find out there's hard evidence their boyfriend killed his ex and everyone around her, that they'd just ghost them with no explanation for their safety. I get being blinded by love but cmon, I've been blinded by love plenty of times. if there was a really really really good chance my boyfriend was gonna kill me, though, no matter how much I love them I'd ghost them no explanation lol.

I have been seeing my therapist for quite a while. She identified the dissociative disorder, parts etc. We have been making pretty great progress. My job is changing insurance companies and she will be out of network which I can't afford. They gave me a continuation of care form so I could continue to see her in network.
We met today and she told me she does not do single case agreements due to how crappy it is to work with some insurance companies. She said if she would do it for anyone it would be for me but she can't.
I was like well how am I supposed to keep seeing you once a week? And she said let's plan meetings strategically over the next month and start winding down.
I am heart broken, I don't think that meeting once a month will be nearly as helpful, plus I enjoy meeting with her. She would've offered a sliding scale rate if she wanted to but she has not.
I called a hotline multiple times today, some parts are completely devastated, others are pissed. It feels like I'm going through grieving phases of someone dying and it's coming in waves throughout the day.
I feel stupid for having gotten so attached to someone who is doing this for their job.

Have you noticed that many members of congress have been strangely silent on the recent Grusch whistleblower revelations? Have you noticed that many members of congress claim to be unaware of UAP matters even though they are on oversight committees that would have been briefed on these issues? Want to know why? See below...
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From the 2021 New York Times article "No Longer in Shadows, Pentagon’s U.F.O. Unit Will Make Some Findings Public"

Mr. Davis, who now works for Aerospace Corporation, a defense contractor, said he gave a classified briefing to a Defense Department agency as recently as March about retrievals from “off-world vehicles not made on this earth.” Mr. Davis said he also gave classified briefings on retrievals of unexplained objects to staff members of the Senate Armed Services Committee on Oct. 21, 2019, and to staff members of the Senate Intelligence Committee two days later." Committee staff members did not respond to requests for comment on the issue.

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From:
https://www.reddit.com/UFOs/comments/8u9owl/notes_on_eric_daviss_june_24th_appearance_on/
From a summary of comments by Eric Davis during a 2018 discussion:

Congress has been paying attention to this [UAP issue], but he can't say anything else.

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From a statement from Mark McCandlish (Technical illustrator who has worked for several U.S. Aero-space contractors and had a top secret clearance) regarding advanced craft that were referred to as "Alien Reproduction Vehicles" by a US General to those in attendance of a secret military presentation in 1988. A witness at the presentation claims that several congressmen were in attendance:
Source: https://groups.google.com/g/bit.listserv.skeptic/c/ILxcSz6Xbyw

The presentation within this hangar was sponsored by The Air Force Office of Public Affairs, Western Region, run at that time by a Col. Thomas Hornung ,(now retired). He denied any knowledge of the event when I spoke to him about it face to face over lunch, but he became quite pale when I described what Brad had seen, and quickly lost his appetite for his meal after that. It was also sponsored in part by the office of Congressman George E. Brown Jr. (now deceased). At the time Cong. Brown was the Chairman of the Congressional Subcommittee on Space,Science and Advanced Technology. His office was located just a few miles away from the hangar at Norton AFB, in the city of Colton, CA. A phone call to the congressman's office within a week after this private showing, confirmed the presence of "the three discs".

(snip)

Brad also alleged that Sen. Alan Cranston was in attendance at this presentation, but all attempts to confirm his presence there were met with vehement denials, practically up to his death several years ago.

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From: "Lue Elizondo confirms Congress has seen high definition video of UAP in classified briefings."
Source: about 2:15 into this April 2022 video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKJcommzcoQ
Lue Elizondo talking about what UAP evidence has been presented to members of congress:

"..but what are they seeing and what they are hearing is very compelling. They're getting, in some cases, and certainly their staff, I know that to be a fact, are receiving high definition videos and photographs of things from some very sensitive platforms on a weekly basis, we're getting new information. "

(Snip)

"..but they are getting information, and they're getting it by organizations who control these particular capabilities and platforms. They're also getting the testimony from eyewitness testimony, in some cases from the pilots themselves who actually engaged it. They're seeing the reporting and telemetry data that comes in from the executive branch, form the various disparate organizations."

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From: https://www.reddit.com/UFOs/comments/yvj9vb/rep_tim_burchett_is_worried_about_a_compromised/
Rep. Tim Burchett is Worried about a Compromised Congress
About 25 seconds into the 6 minute interview video linked in the above link.
Congressman Tim Burshett says he thinks certain members of congress are “compromised” because of the difficulty he has getting them to meet with him to discuss the UAP issue.

“..and then I attempt to get with these senators and they just setup a meeting and then they just cancel it. It’s clear they’ve been told not to talk to me or they’ve been told to back off. I just think too many members of congress are compromised and some in some fashion and I don’t know how they compromise them or what they’re told, but I suspect it happens quite a bit."

(Snip)

“..I was supposed to have a meeting with Rubio but then they canceled it. So yeah, I dont know…I don’t know what to make of that.”

The interviewer then asks him if the meeting with Rubio was supposed to be about the UAP subject and he responds:

“Absolutely, 100 percent. And they knew that was what the meeting was about.”

The interviewer then gives a puzzled look and says [of Rubio]

“That’s strange behavior..”

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On May 17th 2022, Under Secretary of Defense for Intelligence & Security Ronald S. Moultrie and Deputy Director of Naval Intelligence Scott W. Bray, both gave congressional testimony on UAP matters. Weeks later, angered by what they saw as a lack of candor by Bray and Moultrie, Mike Gallagher (R-Wis.) and Ruben Gallego (D-Ariz.) proposed a radical new amendment to the upcoming Fiscal Year 2023 National Defense Authorization Act. It passed the House by overwhelming bipartisan support, had many tough regulations that had third parties such as Inspector Generals and the Government Accountability Office, spearhead independent investigations into the US military and Intelligence agencies UAP secrecy apparatus.
It also included a new secure system for whistleblowers to provide UAP information, and harsh whistleblower protections such as allowing whistleblowers to sue the Government in Federal court if government officials took reprisals against them and mandating that any UAP related whistleblower complaints, be quickly sent to congress for review. It created the All-domain Anomaly Resolution Office (AARO), a new government UAP investigative body and importantly, would have various independent Inspector Generals, overseeing the work of AARO.
Then something strange happened.
When the Senate version of the bill came out of committee, almost all of the third party oversight language had been removed with no explanation, and their responsibilities given directly to AARO. AARO would have no one looking over their shoulder to make sure there were no shenanigans. Inspector Generals would no longer be doing historic reviews of military/intelligence UAP secrecy to find the truth. The new changes would in effect, allow the military and intelligence agencies to investigate themselves thru AARO. Also removed was the ability of whistleblowers to sue the government if they were retaliated against. Unknown members of various military and intelligence agency oversight committees in congress had stripped out the teeth of the original amendment that passed the house. To date, no one knows why this was done, or by whom. This watered-down version was ultimately passed into law.
You can read a detailed analysis of the amendment and changes here:
https://douglasjohnson.ghost.io/probes-for-hidden-government-ufo-data-proposed-in-defense-and-intelligence-bills-now-advancing-in-congress-with-bipartisan-backing/
and here:
https://douglasjohnson.ghost.io/uap-related-provisions-of-the-final-proposed-fy-2023-national-defense-authorization-act/
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One final clue as to why congress is keeping secrets on UAP may be found in the short 2 minute video in the link below titled “Sen. Blumenthal on the Spaceforce proposal. One could read between the lines and understand that this is not just about Russia and China.”
Sen. Blumenthal on the Spaceforce proposal. One could read between the lines and understand that this is not just about Russia and China.. : UFOs (reddit.com)
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In summary: Congress has had privy to UFO/UAP information for many years and has not forced disclosure. The Grusch whistleblower revelations won’t change anything, I’m sorry to say.

Sorry for the rant 😭
To the person in red SUV if you are on Reddit who cut me off near Loveville unnecessarily although I have a student driver sticker On my car. I hope you had to go poop. Coz There was no other reason to be driving like that. You gave me a mid drive panic attack.
Use your indicator it doesn’t take 2 minutes I know your life isn’t important but mine is.
I don’t understand after so many accident news how can people drive recklessly! 😡🤬

Like at all. The immediate gratification and pleasure that I get from smoking weed cannot and should not justify enduring cyclic vomiting spells every several months, which can last anywhere from days to weeks for me. Even though I live with my family and work virtually, being incapacitated for up to like 2-3 weeks isn’t ideal. At all. My parents (old Korean people who think weed is on par with heroin and meth) don’t even know about my weed usage and think I just have cyclic vomiting syndrome. I feel like a garbage person hiding my addiction from them, and I need to quit before it gets too difficult to keep lying to them about it.
I threw up today and I’ve been unable to keep anything down, but I felt this creeping up on me for at least a couple of weeks. Why am I here again? Because every time I tried to take a “t break” or even quit altogether, I always ended up smoking again as an emotional crutch because I got triggered or stressed out. I still want to smoke weed. Having CHS feels like a fat fucking L. But I don’t want to keep repeating this awful cycle. Why do I continue to subject myself to it? Because I’m mentally ill and unstable and weed feels like a warm embrace around my fucked up brain? Yeah. But it’s been getting really fucking old. And what was once self-soothing became self-destructive. A long time ago, but I kept smoking nonetheless.
It’s always all fun and games when I start smoking again. And then I begin to notice the warning signs. Paranoia and nervousness, and even nausea, during highs. Near-daily morning nausea. I smoke more like an idiot because I just want to not feel so bad. And then I make myself worse every time. Anyone who says weed isn’t addictive is an idiot or a liar. I was both when I was working in dispensaries, telling people “there’s no way you can get addicted to weed” when I was an addict myself. Going to work? Smoke a little spliff to gear myself up for the day. Off work? Smoke with my dispensary coworkers (some of whom also ended up with CHS). Home? Smoke to unwind. Netflix? Sex? Food? Smoke weed before to make it better. Those are obviously addict tendencies, but I was in deep denial for so long. At one point, I even wanted to take my life at the thought of never being able to smoke weed again.
If I quit cigarettes (my “first love” since I was a teen) and alcohol (which I abused for years despite being allergic), I should be able to do this. I feel so weak, though. Weed is like a warm blanket for my brain, which comforts me and keeps me safe (although now it more so compromises my safety rather than ensuring it). I really wish I didn’t have CHS. That’s probably why, every time I quit quitting weed, I gaslit myself into thinking my symptoms weren’t so bad anyways, that I would be able to handle it whenever I saw it coming, that maybe I didn’t even have CHS and every episode in the past was a freak coincidence fuelled also by my poor mental health. (I have bipolar and borderline personality disorder, severe anxiety, and PTSD.) But my mental health has actually been alright, and somewhat stabler these past couple of weeks. And here I am sick again. I’m just tired of this. I also need to start saving money and stop lying to my family. Sorry for ranting, possibly unintelligibly in parts. I’m just upset and bed-bound today. Wish me luck on quitting I guess, and pray that I don’t quit quitting again. 😕

Wednesday Season 2
Episode 2- Woe Thy Enemy
Wednesday and Xavier are now reacting to the results of her vision, he looks scared
"Uh… well maybe this is one of those misdirection visions you sometimes get?"
She looks confused
"I just don't know… I… I need to get back to the school. You should too… it is getting late.
Xavier smirks
"Is the stone cold Addams looking out for me?"
She glares
"Do not test me…"
Wednesday exits the shed and walks into the darkening forest. The next day, Wednesday is at The Quad and sitting at a bench with Enid and Yoko. Yoko is drinking her cup of blood, Enid is trying on some hats, and Wednesday is packing a bag. Wednesday looks at Yoko
"What is your preferred blood type?"
Yoko stops sipping and responds
"O Positive is good, AB Negative has a nice punch to it."
Wednesday thinks
"B Positive leaves a pleasant coating in your throat… It is quite refreshing."
Enid pushes her drink away
"I… didn't wanna drink fruit punch anyway…"
Wednesday zips up more of her pack
"Relax Enid, no need to vomit here."
Enid's current boyfriend, Ajax, approaches the table with another student with him. Enid looks excited
"Hi babe! You're looking cutesy today…"
Ajax looks at his outfit
"But I wear this every day?"
"Oh I know… the point still stands."
Wednesday rolls her eyes at their over the top PDA. Ajax looks to his friend.
"Girls, this is one of my new buds, Trevor. One of the other Gorgons here."
He smiles at the girls and introduces himself
"Hi, nice to meet you guys."
Wednesday looks alarmed a bit
"You haven't met any of us before?"
Ajax interjects
"Trevor transferred here this semester after a stoning incident."
Trevor explains
"Wasn't anything crazy… someone broke my favorite coffee mug… and I got angry. I… didn't mean to hurt anyone but it happened. They lived though."
Enid looks surprised
"You stoned someone over a coffee mug?"
Yoko sips again and smacks her lips
"Some coffee mugs can be priceless, like the one of mine you broke last year? Divina gave me that one…"
Enid cringes
"Right… I swear that wasp was glaring at me. So I swatted it"
Ajax starts talking again
"Anyway, I'm kinda showing him around here. Thought I'd bring him up to me and X's room later."
They walk off and Enid notices Wednesday's judgmental look
"Why so judgy? He seems nice."
Wednesday Stands up
"Everyone is a suspect… that stalker is out there somewhere…"
Yoko drinks more
"But Ajax said he was a newbie. How could it be him?"
Enid notices her all packed up
"Uhm… where are you going?"
Wednesday reluctantly answers
"Jericho… I have a few missions to do."
Enid looks surprised
"Jericho!? Why? You don't wanna get evolved with normies again, right?"
Wednesday looks angered
"What I do on my own time is my decision. Come on Thing…"
Thing comes from messing with one if Enid's hats to Wednesday's bag
Just outside the gates to Nevermore, Wednesday hears someone calling her name
"Wednesday! Wait up.*
It's Eugene, he's got his backpack again
"What do you want, Eugene? I've got somewhere to be."
He straightens his glasses
"Where too? I don't want you out there alone Wednesday."
Wednesday stares at him and responds
"I wasn't the one who nearly died in the woods last semester… you need to stay here. I will be back later."
He frowns as she walks away
"But Hummers stick together…"
She sighs and rolls her eyes and turns around
"Fine… you may come along. But you follow my lead, and listen to me, got it?"
He smiles and runs up next to her
"Thank you Wednesday. So, where are we going?"
"Jericho."
Wednesday and Eugene are seen walking to Jericho as she monologue
"Returning to Jericho brings back some strange feelings. Perhaps Enid is right, I shouldn't get involved with anyone here. But there are some shady things going on at Nevermore. And I may need help"
She walks in the town and is filled with a dreadful feeling. Especially when she goes to the entrance of a familiar restaurant, The Weathervane. Eugene notices
"You ok? You look… scared?"
She groans
"I am not… scared… it's just strange, Ok. I… I had my first kiss here. And it hasn't sat right with me ever since. It's the moment where I went from feeling victorious… to feeling like I was a failure as a detective."
Eugene puts a hand on her shoulder
"You're not a failure, you're a hero."
She scoffs
"Please… don't call me that. Heroes are boring. I prefer the ones stuck in the middle."
Eugene giggles as they open the door. She walks inside and at the counter is no longer a tall, curly haired two faced monster. Just a normal Barista. She looks at Wednesday when she gets to the counter
"Hello young lady, can I get you anything?"
She nods
"I will take my usual."
The Barista looks confused
"You're a reg? I don't seem to remember you?"
Wednesday sighs
"We are Nevermore Students. School has been out of session for several weeks. But since this place has clearly no respect for its patrons, I will take a Quad Over Ice… "
She punches in the order
"And you, young man?"
He smiles
"A hot chocolate, please."
She punches in his
"Names?"
Eugene goes first
"Eugene."
"Addams. Wednesday Addams."
She looks surprised
"W-w-wednesday Addams? As in the Wednesday who stopped that monster on the loose who was also our former barista?"
Wednesday shrugs
"That is my name…"
The Barista smiles
"Then for your Valor, you may drink free here whenever you'd like. On the house."
Wednesday nods okay, and takes a seat with Eugene at a booth. Soon, a familiar person walks inside.
"Addams…"
*Wednesday turns to look, it's Lucas Walker."
"Lucas…"
Eugene seems happy
"Hey Lucas."
Lucas waves and talks to Wednesday.
"Look, I want to thank you Wednesday."
She's confused
"Thank me?"
He nods
"For putting the woman who killed my father behind bars."
She nods, understanding
"I see. I don't usually say this about everyone, but your father was a good man. He deserved a better fate."
Eugene interjects
"She means she's sorry…"
She eyes him
"Well, thank you. Guess I'll be seeing you around for the Nevermore Reopening Event next week?"
She's confused
"What event?"
He continues
"At the park next week. The mayor is planning a party of sorts for the returning students. Oh and uh… sorry about Tyler."
Now she looks upset
"Don't… let's just not talk about him. I know you two used to be friends. But after last semester… things are different."
Lucas goes up to the counter as Eugene talks to Wednesday.
"So, what else are we doing here besides getting drinks?"
She clarifies
"I need to talk to someone."
The scene then cuts to The Police Station. Eugene is now confused
"The police station?"
She nods
"I need to ask some questions. My stalker for one. Perhaps they can help me piece things together."
Eugene nods
"Makes sense. Let's go!"
She Grabs his shoulder
"Wait… you wait at the bench outside. I need to talk alone. Okay?"
He sulks
"Okay…"
She walks inside and the lady at the desk sees her
"Hello Miss. Can I help…"
She's interrupted by someone else
"Addams?"
Sheriff Galpin exits his office and has his normal stern look
"Sheriff Galpin…"
He walks slowly towards her
"What do you want, kid? You aren't causing trouble again, are you?"
She maintains her current facial expression
"That depends on what you mean about trouble. Anyway, I have come here to talk…"
He begrudgingly agrees
"I see, come on inside."
They enter his office and sit. He starts the conversation
"Okay… what have we now? Another monster. A zombie? What?"
She retorts
"I can tell you're mocking me. I too like to poke at people…"
He taps his desk
"Well… what do you got?"
She pulls out her phone
"Before I left Nevermore last semester… I started getting these pictures sent to me saying to watch out. Threats. I think it's a stalker."
Galpin looks at the pictures. The ones of her and Xavier. Her and Enid's room. And the one that strikes him the most, one of his son
"One of these is of… my son. That I can tell you is not him. He's still at the rehabilitation center for monsters."
She starts to talk
"That I know… Is he still turning into the Hyde?"
Galpin glares
"That is none of your concern. What matters is he ain't here."
She nods
"I understand. So, what do you recommend I do?"
He looks at his paperwork
"I can file a report to look out for suspicious activity online in the area. But it isn't a guaranteed method."
She nods okay
"It is a start I suppose. And… about… Tyler. I… I'm s… ss… sorry about him getting taken away."
He sighs and looks sad
"Appreciate it… and please don't mention him. It has been… difficult to say the least."
Wednesday Stands up
"Alright then. I should get going. Appreciate the help."
He retorts
"Don't get involved with any police business this time… I mean it this time."
She walks out the door
"I don't believe that helped much, Thing."
He signs that it's better than nothing. She feels a vibration in her pocket
"What now…"
She looks at her phone, it's her stalker
Stalker-
You think the cops can save you?
They send a picture of Eugene on the bench
"Shit… Eugene!"
She runs outside and he's just poking at bees on the bushes
"Eugene!?'
He looks at her
"What!? Everything okay!?"
She calms down
"Yes… it's nothing… I suppose."
He looks concerned
"Are you sure? You never get scared?"
She's insulted
"Scared? No, I was just… seeing if you were alright. Look at this."
He looks at the photo, he seems startled too
"Whoa… that's me! But… who is it? There's nobody here…"
She shoves it in her pocket
"That's what always happens. He or she just sends a picture and shows no signs of their occurrence. So far Me, you, Xavier, Enid… and even Tyler have been in the photos."
He walks with her
"So does that mean it's someone else?"
She nods no
"Possibly, but that doesn't mean there aren't multiple. Like Tyler and Thornhill."
He seems disappointed
"You think I'm involved?"
She keeps walking
"Not necessarily… I want to believe you, and Enid and Xavier. But I trusted and distrusted the wrong people last time. I don't want to rule anyone out."
He understands
"We should get back to Nevermore. Classes start in a half hour."
The two make it back. Wednesday arrives at Fencing class. She zips up her suit and walks to Kent
"Is Xavier late? He should be here."
He nods no
"Xavier didn't take fencing this time. He took another art class instead."
Divina interjects
"I think he's just afraid to lose to you."
The twins giggle
"That he should be. As should the two of you…"
Bianca walks out with her mask at her hip
"Wednesday Addams…"
She glances
"Bianca Barclay…"
She stands next to Wednesday
"Ready to be bested again? By the superior duelist?"
Wednesday seems confident
"Only if you are ready to be beaten quicker."
Ajax looks at them
"You two really gotta chill… there's more to this than beating each other."
Bianca looks at him
"It's just pre-game banter, Ajax. It isn't serious."
Wednesday interrupts
"I never said that…"
Everyone gives her their usually worried look as the coach speaks
"First round… Ajax against Trevor!"
The two Stoners look at each other and Mask up as the coach talks more
"En Garde…"
They take their stances. Enid looks happy
"You got this Ajax!"
He winks at her as he and Trevor touch blades and they start dueling. It's quite even until they pick up the pace as Trevor scores a hit on Ajax's lower arm
"Point to Trevor!"
Some of them applaud while Enid frowns. Ajax recuperates
"Ah… damn. Nice hit."
They form up again
"En garde…"
They mask up again and start to duel they're in a lock when Trevor takes Ajax by surprise as he strikes his knee
"Game… Trevor."
Ajax and Trevor shake hands and return to the stands. Yoko elbows Enid lightly to get her attention
"Your man needs some practice…"
Enid sticks her tongue out at her, annoyed. Ajax stands next to her
"Don't sweat it babe, we all have our bad days."
A few matches go bye. Yoko against Kent, Divina against Enid. And more. Finally Wednesday and Bianca are up. Bianca speaks up
"Finally some real players are up."
Some of the others scoff at her banter as They square up. Wednesday talks
"Do not get overconfident. I prefer a good even match."
Bianca gives her a playful cocktail grin
"We'll see Addams…"
They step back
"En garde…"
They mask up and immediately they start to strike and do spins and ducks. Wednesday doing side flips and the like. Bianca gets the upper hand and swings at Wednesday's arm.
"Point… Bianca!"
The others applaud at their match. Enid whistles
"That was amazing! You got the next round Wednesday!'
Wednesday gives her a confirming nod as they square up again. The Coach speaks
"En garde…"
They start dueling again, Wednesday does a flip over Bianca and swings behind her, disarming Bianca and promptly pokes her chest
The others Roar with applause as Bianca smiles
"Point… Wednesday"
"That was some good shit right there… let's see what you got on round three…"
They get ready once more
"En garde!"
They start dueling and as Wednesday clashes with Bianca her head jerks back and she falls hard. Bianca looks concerned
"Wednesday? You okay!?"
Enid and Thing run up
"She's having a vision, shit… now what…"
Wednesday is seeing a vision again. In its, she sees Bianca getting clonked from behind and knocked out. She wakes up out of breath. Trevor is confused
"What… what happened?"
Ajax explains
"Wednesday is a psychic… She has random visions of the future sometimes. It's some creepy shit dude."
Enid is at her side
"Hey? You okay? What'd you see?"
She holds her head and sits up, as she points at Bianca
"Me?"
She nods as she stands up
"You were knocked out… hit from behind by something…"
She looks at Divina worried
"Where?"
She tries to recollect
"It was hard to tell… but it was night time…"
Divina thinks of something
"I'd say we implement a buddy system?"
Wednesday looks confused
"What is that?"
She continues
"Nobody should travel anywhere alone. If you go somewhere… especially at night… have a buddy with you."
Enid nods
"That could work… why can't we just have a normal school year?"
Wednesday gestures to Thing
"Fortunately, I always have someone with me."
Kent looks at him
"But he's just a hand?"
Wednesday looks at him
"A hand that knocked you out, remember?"
He crossed his arms and pouts
"Don't wanna talk about that…"
Divina rolls her eyes
"Oh get over it…"
Enid checks the time
"Shit… it's 11:27. We gotta be at next class in 3 minutes. We should get going."
Bianca pats Wednesday's shoulder
"Good game Wednesday, you earned that one."
Wednesday is confused
"What? I didn't beat you?"
Bianca smiles
"I'll give you the win on this one. Just because that fall you took."
Wednesday nods
"I respect it, but next time be ready."
Bianca nods as she goes into a different direction.
"Whatever you say, Addams…"
Later in the day, Wednesday passes Principal Fairbanks and he talks to her
"Afternoon, Wednesday. I heard of your vision in Fencing. Everything alright?"
She nods
"It happens from time to time. I have been through worse."
He chuckles
"I'm sure you have. You take it easy, Addams."
Wednesday arrives in Herbology again and takes a seat, she looks to her right. No Xavier. Now she's suspicious. She takes out her phone and texts him
Wednesday-
Hey, I have not seen you around since last night. I want answers. Soon.
She puts her phone away as she hears a voice
"Want an in person answer?"
Xavier sits down. Wednesday looks at him
"The question still stands. You have been strangely absent today…"
He looks kinda offended
"What? Am I not allowed to have a social life outside of you? I thought you wanted it that way?"
She looks like she made a mistake
"It's just that things have been happening more now. More messages, more visions. More suspects."
He exhales a bit angered
"Alright. I see that. And let me guess… I'm at the top of your list again!?"
She backs down a bit.
"Xavier I… I didn't mean it that way… forgive my overstep."
He sighs
"Okay… I'll have you know I was actually talking with some girl in my 3D art class. We actually made plans for a date next week."
Wednesday looks strangely taken back by the revelation
"That sounds… good for you. I suppose."
He's confused
"What? Aren't you happy? You don't gotta worry about me and you being awkward anymore. I thought you'd like that news?"
She breaths
"I don't know what to think right now. A lot has come up today. And if I came out harsh, it was not meant that way. I shouldn't have sent that text."
He nods, not fully believing her
"Whatever… we should just get going on our assignments."
She goes to text Enid
Wednesday-
Me and you need to speak later.
Enid-
Oh yeah? Everything OK?
Wednesday-
Yes.
After school, Wednesday and Enid meet in their dorm room. Enid is pacing
"Okay… so why did you even text him? If you are just friends and you don't want to be together?"
Wednesday is at her Typewriter
"He was the only person who I haven't seen today until Herbology. My inner detective got into my head I suppose."
She looks at Wednesday
"There are more students outside of us and the Nightshades. You know that right?"
She looks annoyed
"I am not stupid Enid. Obviously I have considered that."
Enid stops pacing
"I heard about him and Jenna Thompson getting together. Not… exactly what I had in mind though. She's another psychic. What do you think?"
She looks confused
"Why should I have anything to think about it?"
Enid smiles a bit
"Because he's your friend? A friend who used to have a super crush on you? That doesn't change anything?"
She nods no
"The only thing it changes is that he has someone else to gawk at."
Enid giggles
"You're gonna miss it. Just you wait…"
She sighs and shakes her head when a knock is heard at the door. Enid answers it
"Hi Xavier! We were just talking about you. What's up?"
He looks at Wednesday
"I wanna talk with her."
She looks worried
"Wait... you came alone?"
He's confused
"Yeah? Why? It's just across the campus?"
Wednesday talks to him
"He wasn't there, remember?"
She cringes
"Right... anyway we should have a buddy system with this weirdo stalking Wednesday."
He nods
"I'll keep that in mind. Maybe I'll bring Ajax next time.
Enid let's him in
"Look Wednesday… I just wanna say… I'm sorry for blowing up earlier. It's just that I thought you'd be happy with me moving on."
She nods
"That is fine. I actually commend you for standing up for yourself…."
Ding
Wednesday gets a text again… the stalker
Stalker-
Number 1…
He sends a photo of Trevor on the roof at Xavier's apartment. The three look at it. Xavier looks alarmed
"What the f*ck!? That's my room!"
Enid looks worried
"Why's he watching Trevor?"
Another text is sent…. It's of the same roof, but no Trevor. Wednesday looks
"Where is he?"
Outside they hear sirens towards Xavier's dorm hall. He looks out the window
"Oh shit… come on."
They run out the door as the scene ends
To Be Continued…
Cast-
Wednesday Addams- Jenna Ortega
Xavier Thorpe- Percy Hynes White
Enid Sinclair- Emma Myers
Bianca Barclay- Joy Sunday
Eugene Ottinger- Moosa Mostafa
Ajax Petropolus- Georgie Farmer
Naomi J. Ogawa- Yoko Tanaka
Divina Waters- Johnna Dias-Watson
Kent Waters- Oliver Watson
Morticia Addams- Catherine Zeta-Jones
Gomez Addams- Luiz Guzmàn
Sheriff Galpin- Jamie McShane
And Thing Portrayed By- Victor Dorobantu
Supporting Cast-
Lucas Walker- Iman Marson
Principal Fairbanks-
Trevor Shwartz-
Coach Vlad- Cezar Grumazescu
Barista-
Police Assistant-

TLDR: I've got dumped after 3.5 months of dating. After 2 weeks of no contact. My ex keeps contacting me. I want her back. What should I do?
We(31 M&F) met online. We found that we had a lot of chemistry and could talk about anything with each other. She said that even with her close friends or ex-partners, she couldn't have conversations like this with anyone else. We also had similar views on family values, science, politics, and religion.
When we first started dating, she told me that she hadn’t been on a date for two years and had actually intended to not have a boyfriend anymore because she had been hurt many times. She also said that if things don't work out between us, can we go back to being friends? I told her that I'm not sure because I've never been friends with my ex.
We were in a long-distance relationship. We physically meet monthly. Everything was just perfect. I have never felt this way before. She also told me that she couldn't imagine how we would argue or fight with each other. She texted me all day about her daily life and video called almost every night.
On April, I decided to move to a city near her (My job is remote), and suddenly without warning she dumped me. She told me that she felt uncomfortable because our relationship was too fast, and I reminded her of her ex-boyfriend. I'm sure that she didn't see someone else.
After I got dumped, I didn't contact her. Then, she reached out to me and asked about things. It’s been almost 2 months since she dumped me. Things are gradually increasing. She texted me every day about her daily life. She video calls me two or three times a week. We meet regularly. (Now I live near her) I still love her, and I think that she is still into me. But I’m not sure because she never talks about that breakup or our relationship.
What should I do to get her back? I’m afraid of moving too fast again. Should I wait until she talks about this?

Have you noticed that many members of congress have been strangely silent on the recent Grusch whistleblower revelations? Have you noticed that many members of congress claim to be unaware of UAP matters even though they are on oversight committees that would have been briefed on these issues? Want to know why? See below...
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From the 2021 New York Times article "No Longer in Shadows, Pentagon’s U.F.O. Unit Will Make Some Findings Public"

Mr. Davis, who now works for Aerospace Corporation, a defense contractor, said he gave a classified briefing to a Defense Department agency as recently as March about retrievals from “off-world vehicles not made on this earth.”
Mr. Davis said he also gave classified briefings on retrievals of unexplained objects to staff members of the Senate Armed Services Committee on Oct. 21, 2019, and to staff members of the Senate Intelligence Committee two days later."
Committee staff members did not respond to requests for comment on the issue.

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From:
https://www.reddit.com/UFOs/comments/8u9owl/notes_on_eric_daviss_june_24th_appearance_on/
From a summary of comments by Eric Davis during a 2018 discussion:

Congress has been paying attention to this [UAP issue], but he can't say anything else.

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From a statement from Mark McCandlish (Technical illustrator who has worked for several U.S. Aero-space contractors and had a top secret clearance) regarding advanced craft that were referred to as "Alien Reproduction Vehicles" by a US General to those in attendance of a secret military presentation in 1988. A witness at the presentation claims that several congressmen were in attendance:
Source: https://groups.google.com/g/bit.listserv.skeptic/c/ILxcSz6Xbyw

The presentation within this hangar was sponsored by The Air Force Office of Public Affairs, Western Region, run at that time by a Col. Thomas Hornung ,(now retired). He denied any knowledge of the event when I spoke to him about it face to face over lunch, but he became quite pale when I described what Brad had seen, and quickly lost his appetite for his meal after that.
It was also sponsored in part by the office of Congressman George E. Brown Jr. (now deceased). At the time Cong. Brown was the Chairman of the Congressional Subcommittee on Space,Science and Advanced Technology. His office was located just a few miles away from the hangar at Norton AFB, in the city of Colton, CA. A phone call to the congressman's office within a week after this private showing, confirmed the presence of "the three discs".

(snip)

Brad also alleged that Sen. Alan Cranston was in attendance at this presentation, but all attempts to confirm his presence there were met with vehement denials, practically up to his death several years ago.

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From: "Lue Elizondo confirms Congress has seen high definition video of UAP in classified briefings."
Source: about 2:15 into this April 2022 video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKJcommzcoQ
Lue Elizondo talking about what UAP evidence has been presented to members of congress:

"..but what are they seeing and what they are hearing is very compelling. They're getting, in some cases, and certainly their staff, I know that to be a fact, are receiving high definition videos and photographs of things from some very sensitive platforms on a weekly basis, we're getting new information. "

(Snip)

"..but they are getting information, and they're getting it by organizations who control these particular capabilities and platforms. They're also getting the testimony from eyewitness testimony, in some cases from the pilots themselves who actually engaged it. They're seeing the reporting and telemetry data that comes in from the executive branch, form the various disparate organizations."

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From: https://www.reddit.com/UFOs/comments/yvj9vb/rep_tim_burchett_is_worried_about_a_compromised/
Rep. Tim Burchett is Worried about a Compromised Congress
About 25 seconds into the 6 minute interview video linked in the above link.
Congressman Tim Burshett says he thinks certain members of congress are “compromised” because of the difficulty he has getting them to meet with him to discuss the UAP issue.

“..and then I attempt to get with these senators and they just setup a meeting and then they just cancel it. It’s clear they’ve been told not to talk to me or they’ve been told to back off. I just think too many members of congress are compromised and some in some fashion and I don’t know how they compromise them or what they’re told, but I suspect it happens quite a bit."

(Snip)

“..I was supposed to have a meeting with Rubio but then they canceled it. So yeah, I dont know…I don’t know what to make of that.”

The interviewer then asks him if the meeting with Rubio was supposed to be about the UAP subject and he responds:

“Absolutely, 100 percent. And they knew that was what the meeting was about.”

The interviewer then gives a puzzled look and says [of Rubio]

“That’s strange behavior..”

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On May 17th 2022, Under Secretary of Defense for Intelligence & Security Ronald S. Moultrie and Deputy Director of Naval Intelligence Scott W. Bray, both gave congressional testimony on UAP matters. Weeks later, angered by what they saw as a lack of candor by Bray and Moultrie, Mike Gallagher (R-Wis.) and Ruben Gallego (D-Ariz.) proposed a radical new amendment to the upcoming Fiscal Year 2023 National Defense Authorization Act. It passed the House by overwhelming bipartisan support, had many tough regulations that had third parties such as Inspector Generals and the Government Accountability Office, spearhead independent investigations into the US military and Intelligence agencies UAP secrecy apparatus.
It also included a new secure system for whistleblowers to provide UAP information, and harsh whistleblower protections such as allowing whistleblowers to sue the Government in Federal court if government officials took reprisals against them and mandating that any UAP related whistleblower complaints, be quickly sent to congress for review. It created the All-domain Anomaly Resolution Office (AARO), a new government UAP investigative body and importantly, would have various independent Inspector Generals, overseeing the work of AARO.
Then something strange happened.
When the Senate version of the bill came out of committee, almost all of the third party oversight language had been removed with no explanation, and their responsibilities given directly to AARO. AARO would have no one looking over their shoulder to make sure there were no shenanigans. Inspector Generals would no longer be doing historic reviews of military/intelligence UAP secrecy to find the truth. The new changes would in effect, allow the military and intelligence agencies to investigate themselves thru AARO. Also removed was the ability of whistleblowers to sue the government if they were retaliated against. Unknown members of various military and intelligence agency oversight committees in congress had stripped out the teeth of the original amendment that passed the house. To date, no one knows why this was done, or by whom. This watered-down version was ultimately passed into law.
You can read a detailed analysis of the amendment and changes here:
https://douglasjohnson.ghost.io/probes-for-hidden-government-ufo-data-proposed-in-defense-and-intelligence-bills-now-advancing-in-congress-with-bipartisan-backing/
and here:
https://douglasjohnson.ghost.io/uap-related-provisions-of-the-final-proposed-fy-2023-national-defense-authorization-act/
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One final clue as to why congress is keeping secrets on UAP may be found in the short 2 minute video in the link below titled “Sen. Blumenthal on the Spaceforce proposal. One could read between the lines and understand that this is not just about Russia and China.”
Sen. Blumenthal on the Spaceforce proposal. One could read between the lines and understand that this is not just about Russia and China.. : UFOs (reddit.com)
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In summary: Congress has had privy to UFO/UAP information for many years and has not forced disclosure. The Grusch whistleblower revelations won’t change anything, I’m sorry to say.

Therapy makes you understand where your thoughts come from
I thought I finished therapy back in college
Oh, but it was lie
Adoption doesn't go away
Thoughts affect your actions
I made so many mistakes
There is so much bad in me
I can't wash it away
I struggle living with myself
Because I've done so much wrong
I constantly worry about hurting other people… again
My hardest relationship has been with myself
Why can't I let myself be happy
Why do I hate myself so much
Why do I care more about others than myself
Why do I strive to make up for my mistakes
Why do I live with such guilt
Guilt that's made me hate myself
I would run away from me if I could
Hit the hills, and don't ever look back
It's safer if you don't let me come near
I have too much shit and do too much stupid shit
I'm not a good person; I've done terrible things
I've hurt people who I cared the most for
I have no excuses for what I did or what I do
I'm the perfect storm with chaos and rage
I hurt people who never dream of hurting me
My actions cannot be erased.
Take me back to the car ride
Where I spun three times on the busy highway
Why didn't I die then?
Why wasn't it my time?
I constantly think I'm going to die
But in reality, I'm insane
All I have ever done is create insanity

I have an male Cavapoo who has just hit adolescence (6 months)
His recall is very good (95% of the time!), and I mostly walk him off leash in the woods so he can sniff everything. I have a longish, double clipped lead which I sling over my shoulder during the walk.
Over the last week, towards the end of the walk, I recall him to re-clip him before we get near the car and he'll come towards me, but if he senses I’m reaching for the leash, he'll initiate the most annoying game where he'll dart past me, play bow, recall back, repeat until I manage to grab his harness.
This is often around other people, which is embarrassing because it looks like I can't control my dog.
I never chase, I back away. I stay very calm. I continue to recall... I've tried to hide/ignore the lead until I've got him. I've tried a treat lure, but he's become much less food motivated recently so even the best treats hold little value.
He does the same thing at the end of different walks, including places I've never taken him before. He just seems to pick up that the walk is coming to an end.
I do recall him several times during the walk (other dogs, him going a bit out of sight whilst squirrel hunting, etc) and he'll return to my side without a problem. It's only when I try and re-clip him 😩
Is this just teenager idiocy or do I need to somehow nip this in the bud? I’m worried that this behaviour could result in an unsafe situation.
Would really prefer to avoid going back to the longline again if possible. I have ADHD, am quite clumsy and I don't miss the days of being tangled up!
Thanks :)

To begin with, yes, I do have super low self-esteem. Generally, it's hard for me to learn. Following an online course is nearly impossible because I lose focus after appx. 5min and I don't have the self-discipline to continue. I''m stuck most of the time at work, but still afraid of asking questions... I get a bug to solve and I'm paralyzed to start. I feel stupid & anxious when I work with people (my colleagues have their shit together, they work fast, are responsive, and don't avoid messages like me). I try to escape the office and get home just to ask my bf to help me solve problems so that I can lie to myself and my colleagues that 'I achieved' something. Most of the day I don't know how, but I don't do anything at work, and then the sprint is poof magically gone and I haven't delivered anything. I'm a junior, got the job since I'm a woman with immigrant background and I work in a well known tech company. I feel like I occupy the spot that a skilled young person deserves and not a lazy person who can't achieve anything. When summer interns come to work, believe me, they know so much more than me. I really do not know how and why I got the job. I came straight from the university and they never checked my technical skills. In the meetings I can't process what people talk about, so I just nod but at the same time I'm anxious that I don't understand what they say. Then I get questions from other teammates about updates from the meeting and I black out. Morning meetings are a struggle as well, it's when we're supposed give an update about our current tasks and I never know what to say (or forget what I'm supposed to say even if I have some notes written down). I feel like a failure and it's nice that I can share it at least here.

Seen a bottle in the water near Donald’s house & was able to fish it out with my fishing rod & when I used it in my inventory it gave me an “Emerald Silver” does anyone know what I’m supposed to do with this? Lol

I lived my life in shame, for decades. I was ashamed of my trauma, of not knowing all the things I'd never been taught as a child, of the bad choices I made as a result of not being taught those things, of the SA I "subjected myself to" because my trauma made me desperate for comfort... The list goes on and on.
As I was healing, I realized something profound. Nearly all of the things I was ashamed of, I didn't even do. I didn't traumatize myself or abuse myself, I didn't choose to not be taught how to human, and even the choices I made, in light of my trauma, made absolute sense. Of course I married an abuser. I was raised by one.
Please, take a minute to think about the things you feel shame about, and consider whether those things were ever in your control. And if they weren't, I invite you to get off the shame train at the next stop. Heck, jump out of it like a movie hero ❤️

Living with CPTSD for a long time, I recently discovered the idea of ‘attachment style’ while listening to Amir Levine’s audiobook, Attached. Right now, I’m sitting in a coffee shop finishing up a journal I began on a day when I was feeling particularly anxious and lonely. Before coming into the coffee shop, I spent a few extra minutes in my car, engrossed in the audiobook. Later, I searched online for “Anxious Attachment Style Reddit” and was amazed to find an entire subreddit dedicated to it.
For a good while, I was convinced that I had BPD, which was my initial diagnosis. But, after eight years of therapy sessions with the same therapist, she believes I actually have CPTSD. I’m a 38-year-old man now, and I’m taking my therapy more seriously and regularly because I have hopes of finding a partner and starting a family someday.
A little over two months, I lost my dog who had been my faithful companion for 12 years. I decided to not go home and booked a one-way ticket to Hawaii and been in Maui ever since. After my last breakup, we ended up in isolation for nearly seven years as I was trying to cope and heal from the emotional rollercoaster. I’ve had some difficult times, even landing in jail for 4 months, being homeless living at my friends house, and building my business. I’ve also built two successful businesses since. Yet, despite all this, I’ve never felt more unhappy. I’ve had some short-lived romantic involvements but have generally kept to myself because I’m just not ready for a relationship.
In the past few months of living in Hawaii, I had a brief encounter that left me feeling particularly lonely and attached shortly after my dog passed away. To deal with it, I started going on hikes, off-roading, learning to surf, and taking up photography more seriously. But I still felt empty inside and turned to dating apps like Bumble, Tinder, and Hinge to fill the void and, admittedly, for some physical comfort as well.
I met a wonderful woman in Oahu whom I messaged as a friend looking for advice about Hawaii. When she realized I am not a tourist and actually decide to move here, she started flirting with me and being sexual. She invited me to visit her in Oahua and I traveled to see her. I met all her girlfriends that night, had a great time with them, and her and I got intimate. I prolonged my visit for another night spent a whole day at the beach and talking over at dinner. She spent the night again. After returning to the mainland to handle some things, we chatted every day for a week, until she decided she wasn’t ready for a relationship and suggested we should be friends instead.
I agreed to her suggestion, but the conversation that followed showed me how quick I am to blame myself when faced with rejection. This incident led to my hypervigilance going into overdrive, and our friendship was damaged because I came off too strong. I overshared, I even sent flowers (I had never done that in my life) I never acted angry or mean, but I did send her a drunken text that upset her when I noticed she talked to me less and less. She wants nothing to do with me at this point. Now, I left her entirely while doing my best not to beat myself up over the embarrassment. I have almost isolated myself in bed, but I continue to try not to fall back to my old depressive patterns. Hence, I am here at a coffee shop sharing this with a bunch of strangers.
To help cope, I’ve started journaling, meditating, and attending therapy. However, my heightened state of alertness has led me into risky situations, like crashing my motorbike and getting into a bar fight that resulted in me being assaulted.
At this point, I’m just hoping for some understanding and reassurance that I can improve through therapy and hard work. I’m not getting any younger, and the thought of ending up alone scares me.

30s female looking to do baby Botox/minimal Botox for first time. I don’t want to look like a reality star, have a frozen face, or a permanently surprised look. All google/yelp reviews photos for the places near me are waaay too much for me. I live in SFV but more than willing to drive for the right person/place. Please recommend?