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2008.04.07 22:58 /r/Pittsburgh: Pittsburgh's front page of the internet

Community curated front page of Pittsburgh's place on the internet. Share news, events, and thoughts with/about the Pittsburgh community.
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2013.09.01 00:56 painahimah Heirloom Gardening

A place to share your heirloom seeds, produce, growing tips, and anything else related to growing heirloom flowers or produce.
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2018.11.23 15:06 Anna_01Park [!!WaTcH!!]#Dolphins vs Colts Live Stream NFL Game 2018 Miami Dolphins vs Indianapolis Colts

Indianapolis vs. Miami live stream info, TV channel: How to watch NFL on TV, stream online. Miami have had a week off and are no doubt ready to get back on the field. They will square off against Indianapolis at 4:25 p.m. ET on Sunday. The odds don't look promising for Miami, but the bigger the opponent is, the harder they fall. Miami received a tough blow two weeks ago as they fell 12-31 to Green Bay.
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2023.06.07 21:29 jjtech0 [Tutorial] SteamVR with the Xreal Air on Windows

Here's how I setup SteamVR with the Xreal Air on Windows 11. (It even works with Vivecraft!) I will probably insert pictures into this tutorial later. Maybe I'll even post it to my blog...
  1. I connect my glasses via the WJESOG DP cable. Any cable on this list should work.
  2. Switch the glasses into 3D SBS mode by holding Brightness Up for 2 seconds. Make sure that Windows has put them as an extended display, NOT duplicated.
  3. Download the latest release of PhoenixHeadTracker. Click "Connect" in the upper left and wait for it to calibrate. Then "Start Opentrack UDP" on the right.
  4. Download the latest release of Opentrack. Install it, and when it launches change Input to "UDP over newtork" and Output to "freetrack 2.0 Enhanced".
  5. In Opentrack, click "Options" and in the Shortcuts tab bind "Center" to a convenient key (I used - on the numpad). In the Output tab check "Invert" for Pitch.
  6. Download and install SteamVR from Steam. You might need to launch it once so that it generates the required folders.
  7. Download SteamVR.OpenTrack.FreeTrack.1.0.zip from the OpenVR-OpenTrack GitHub.
  8. Copy the opentrack folder from the zip file into C:\Program Files (x86)\Steam\steamapps\common\SteamVR\drivers.
  9. Inside the resources\settings inside the opentrack folder you just copied, you should find a file called default.vrsettings. Open it in a text editor.
  10. Change DistortionK1 and DistortionK2 to 0 because the Xreal does not actually have traditional distortion as far as I can tell.
  11. Change FOV to 40 to match the Air's FOV. This can also probably be set arbitrarily to make it appear more or less zoomed in.
  12. Change renderWidth to 1920 as the Air's per-eye displays are not square.
  13. Change windowWidth to 3840 as the Air's 3D width is 3840 (2x 1920)
  14. Now we need to set windowX and windowY. The easiest way I have found to determine this is by using MultiMonitorTool and using the Left-Top coordinates for the monitor with the 3840x1080 resolution. You can also guess it based on the layout of your monitors. For example, since my primary monitor is 4K (3840x2160), and I have my Xreal's display arranged in settings to be connected to the top-right of that display, its Y coordinate is going to be 0 (very top) and its X is going to be 3840 (width of primary display).
  15. Connect an Xbox controller or another SteamVR compatible controller.
  16. Put on the glasses, select "Stop Opentrack UDP" and then "Start Opentrack UDP" in Phoenix and "Stop" and then "Start" in Opentrack so that everything is re-centered.
  17. Launch SteamVR. Select Sitting mode. 6DOF calibration will NOT work, so you need to tell it that you set the headset on a device around 170cm off the ground (or however high it should be for the game you are using). This can also be left at 0, and the fake height adjusted in Opentrack settings (Options > Output > Custom Center Pose > Z)
  18. SteamVR should work like normal. Remember that you can use the button you bound earlier to re-center.
Troubleshooting: If the display appears red, you need to move your mouse onto the display with the Xreal and click on the SteamVR display window. I have no idea why.
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2023.06.07 21:29 Deanna_Dark_FA Hidden Dungeons

Before we accidentally discovered the dungeon under the ruins of Klael Stronghold, we had no idea that not all of the dungeons on the Wiki's interactive map were marked with a "Dungeons" icon. Actually, there are not so many such icons on this map (it seems, no more than 10).
However, if Klael Stronghold is marked with the "Ruins" icon, maybe there are other "hidden" dungeons that are marked as ruins, caves, or not marked at all?
I will be very grateful for hints and exact (or at least approximate, in what square of the map) coordinates of these secret dungeons . Thanks in advance. Have a n8ce day.
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2023.06.07 21:29 Beefnuggs Diagonal movement rules

Hello!
I am brand new to Gming StarFinder, previous Dungeon master, and I am wondering how many of you use the rules for diagonal movement?
"When measuring distance, count the first diagonal as 1 square, the second as two squares, the third as one, the fourth as two, and so on. You can't move diagonally past a hard corner (such as the corner of a building or starship or the side of a door frame) but you can move diagonally past a creature (even an opponent) or less rigid objects, such as plant life."
It seems unrealistic and needlessly complex. I don't understand why a character can't take their full movement if they try to move other then how a new character moves. That being said I am a newcomer and want to differ to veteran players and GMs. I want to ensure it isn't gonna be game breaking if I do away with it and use "one square = 5 feet" across the board.
I've never actually played before so I'm fully open to differing opinions as I'm speaking from non experience.
TLDR; Do you use the diagonal movement rules, if so why, if not does it cause any issues to come up?
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Hey guys, here are some recent job openings in in. Feel free to comment here or send me a private message if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!
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2023.06.07 21:27 FalseWonder2630 Tiller check. 42" yew short bow.

Tiller check. 42
First thanks to those who advised on how to post a tiller check. Dan, great post on tiller checks once I figured out how to find it!😂
Ok, so key stats: 42" of yew (well seasoned). Advised to target draw length 1/2 of length of bow so 21", however was originally aiming for it to be chest drawn so 25". Currently drawing to 20" with a long string (1" longer than the bow) but only at 20lbs. I don't have a target draw weight (yeh.. I know) and I will take what I can get!
3" handle, offset from centre by 1/2" (definitely working!). Taken some inspiration from Native America short bows but I couldn't figure if they were symmetrical or not. The tiller tree rest is therefore offset by 1/2" also, however the hook on string is centre. Top limb on the right. Probably have a low brace height.
It's a funny x-section, sort of square at the tips (as I've been bringing the sides in) and oval ish elsewhere. The sap grain across the back is mostly down to 1 with a bit of violation where it undulates towards the side. As mentioned before, it's come out of an offcut, so there wasn't a lot to wiggle room to start with. A couple of tiny pin knots are in it which I've worked around a bit.
You can see it's taken some set ('string follow?') which I think I will try iron out. There is a bunch of deer leg sinew I've cut and processed ready to go on. I think I will try apply this after flattening it back out.
The outer limbs are still too wide and possibly deep o think. I can't decide what shape to cut the bow tips above the nocks so you can see they are still square.
Apols for the mini essay!
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2023.06.07 21:24 Sylver713 Hunger Games : A new Generation (119th Hunger Games, part 2)

Day 1:
Few of the tributes got much sleep that night. The parties all throughout the Capitol did not end until dawn, and the noise could be heard in the accommodation building. Vannery and Carton ate breakfast slowly, like zombies. They were subsequently taken to the holding rooms. Organza wished Carton good luck before accompanying Vannery in her cell. She kept trying to reassure her as she put on her beige shorts and t-shirt. The young girl attached her hair with a purple ribbon that had been provided and climbed into the glass tube. Organza hugged her one last time, feeling her tears soaking her shoulder.
It was Platonia Travers who accompanied Carton. She muttered to herself about the outfit choice for this year. She tried to be cold to the boy, but she accepted to help him tie the purple ribbon to his wrist. He gave her a sad smile : “I probably won’t come back, but it’s nice to know that everyone in the Capitol isn’t heartless.” Platonia stood, mute, as the boy’s platform started to rise. She couldn’t keep the tears in this time.
A few cells over, the atmosphere was as morose. Alexandra had finally deigned to discuss their strategy with Delta. She accepted his plan of staying on the sidelines while he ran to the cornucopia. Still, he looked at her suspiciously and hounded her about working together for the whole breakfast. Halifax gave Delta one last pill to combat the morphling withdrawal, assuring him that the only symptoms he would experience were a mild headache and maybe some stiffness. He subsequently accompanied him to his holding room while Sean Callahan went with Alexandra.
Halifax took advantage of being alone with his mentee : “You shouldn’t trust her. I know these kinds of girls. They look harmless, but they’ll stab you in the back as soon as you let down your guard.”
“But-but…”
“You like her, huh ? Too bad, she doesn’t. So, man up and move on !”
Delta did not know what else to say. He climbed into the glass tube in silence, his brows forming a single black line over his dark eyes.
In the next holding room, another conversation was happening. “You don’t plan on allying with Delta, do you ?” asked Sean Callahan. Alexandra looked away coyly. “ I have other plans… With Angelo, we have an agreement.”
The mentor sighed, but he did not criticize the girl. He just told her to be prudent. You couldn’t trust careers. Alexandra nodded then flinched as the glass tube started descending from the ceiling.
The first thing she noticed as she rose into the arena was the noise. She hadn’t even emerged that she could hear a cacophony of bird songs. It was almost deafening, and she covered her ears before protecting her eyes from the sunlight.
The racket made Delta’s headache intensify. He first looked to his sides ; Hattie (3) cowered on the left while Angelo (2), on the right, was focusing on the cornucopia. This year, it had been made out of a thin weave of golden metal, almost like a very shiny basket. After this zoom on the cornucopia, the cameras started moving around to show off the arena. The tributes stood in the clearing of a dense rainforest. The terrain was relatively flat, with a few creeks and an explosion of colorful flowers. The main attraction of it was the birds, however, as thousands of them fluttered about, sang, and screamed.
As Carton looked around for his allies, Head Gamemaker Vishwa welcomed the tributes and wished the odds to be ever in their favor before starting the 30 seconds countdown. With Borea (5) and the girl from 10 to his sides, he didn’t feel safe. He finally found what he was looking for, but he didn’t like that his allies were so spread out. He made eye contact with Rivage and Vannery but was unable to see Sardine, who stood on the opposite side of the cornucopia.
Vannery caught sight of her district partner, as well as Sardine. She gave them a small wave, but made the mistake of looking to her left, where Perfecto (1) was sneering at her. Georges (N), on the other side, was just as intimidating. Instead, she looked straight ahead. As the countdown reached ten, she spotted a coil of rope on the outside of the cornucopia.
Delta had been pondering, unsure if it was worth entering the bloodbath. Alexandra, who happened to be just two podiums over, winked at him. She then pointed to the cornucopia. He understood. At that moment, the countdown reached zero. He sprinted to the center of the clearing, expecting her to follow, but she stayed on her podium.
On later replays, it was shown that Alexandra was winking at Angelo and not her district partner. As the boy from 2 sprinted forth to the cornucopia, the girl waited for a few seconds. She moved only when most of the other tributes were too occupied and grabbed a knife as well as a small bag of food. Angelo acted like he helped the other career tributes in order to pick up weapons and supplies, but as soon as they were occupied, he joined Alexandra. The pair was actually one of the first to leave the clearing, not counting Circuit (3) and the pair from 10 who had run away immediately.
When Vannery realized that she was running side to side with Perfecto (1), she immediately changed course and ran to Carton. She had to give up on the rope but managed to pick a water bottle off of the corpse of the boy from 9, who had just been stabbed by Glare (9).
If the career pack didn’t notice the disappearance of one of theirs, it wasn’t the case for Delta. When he saw his district partner escape with Angelo, he became enraged. He tried to exit the cornucopia. Fraxen then attacked him to try and steal his backpack. Delta threw him to the ground and punched him so hard it broke his neck. Now he had lost trace of Alexandra. As the fighting started to die down, he ran in a random direction.
Carton had dodged one of Glare’s knives and grabbed a bag of food and an unwieldy lance before Vannery and Rivage joined him. The trio heard Sardine scream from the other side of the cornucopia. Carton wanted to go and help her, but a second gargled wail convinced him that they couldn’t do anything else, especially since Proserpina (2) had now retrieved her axe from Sardine’s chest. As they left, they could hear the crunching of Ora’s neck (12) at the hands of Georges (N).
Meanwhile, Alexandra and Angelo were already far away, giggling at each other. It was only after Perfecto had stabbed Hattie (3) to death that the career pack noticed Angelo’s absence, but they didn’t seem bothered by it.
Delta was halfway to the perimeter when the five bloodbath cannons sounded. He was still seething, and the running helped him calm down. Eventually, he collapsed on the side of and old mossy tree, out of breath. Once he was a little better, he explored his surroundings. The big tree had a hole in his roots where Delta could fit, although it was a squeeze. He decided to stay there for now and used moss to hide himself. He also put some in his ears, which helped with his headache.
Carton, Rivage and Vannery had been running in the opposite direction. They wanted to put the most distance between themselves and the other tributes. They stopped long after the bloodbath cannons had sounded. They set up camp a few hundred feet away from the Northern part of the perimeter, next to a creek. Carton helped Rivage to take inventory. He had the lance, Rivage had gotten a trident, and between the three of them they had enough food to last two days at most. The bottle Vannery had taken was only half full, but the water of the creek was clear and drinkable.
The trio decided to stay put. Vannery and Carton would work on a shelter while Rivage fished for their dinner, as they had agreed to during training. In the early afternoon, they heard hurried footsteps coming their way. The boys readied their weapon, protecting Vannery between the two of us. Circuit (3) came running into their little encampment, which took him by surprise. He skidded to a halt and turned around as quickly as he’d arrived, leaving the trio dumbfounded.
Angelo and Alexandra had quite enough supplies to last a while. He held a sword in his hand and an “emergency axe” strapped to his back, while Alexandra held two knives. At first, they wanted to get away from the careers, but Alexandra eventually convinced Angelo to follow them from afar. They weren’t really hard to track, their bickering could be heard over the constant chatter of the birds. The noise also covered them. Proserpina, Glare and Perfecto were circling around the central clearing, slowly moving away from it. In the late afternoon, they discovered Forger (12) who was lying unconscious. He had received a deep wound during the bloodbath and was now at the mercy of the other tributes. Proserpina killed him.
The subsequent cannon surprised Vannery. She had climbed on top of a tree to get a view of the arena, and the sudden sound almost made her loose her grip. She didn’t fall, but while reaching her hand for a hold, she grabbed something warm and spherical. It crumbled and a viscous liquid dripped onto her finger. She looked up. She had inadvertently grabbed an egg from a nest. She was silent a moment, and a bright purple starling looked at her. “Oh no !” she whispered to herself. The bird screamed louder than she thought possible. Then it attacked.
All the birds in a radius of 50 feet coalesced into a multicolored tornado. Vannery fell to the ground, fortunately not hurting herself on the way down, and a feathery mass started clawing and pecking at her. They also attacked Carton and Rivage, who had been chilling at a distance. They batted the volatiles away, trying not to get scratched. Vannery managed to get up and run to the makeshift tent they had built. She picked up Carton’s lance and swung it, hitting some of the birds. She swung a second time and hit the metallic water bottle with a resounding CLANG! It seemed to stun the birds, but Vannery was too busy keeping them out of her face. Carton, however, noticed their reaction to the noise. He shouted loudly and flailed his arms : “Make noise ! They don’t like noise !”. Just his screaming was enough though. Eventually, the three tributes managed to drive the mutts out by hitting their weapons against rocks and the water bottle and screaming as loud as they could.
Delta also had an encounter with some angry birds. Those were red, with a long curvy beak and fearsome talons, but he managed to kill them all with a big branch he used as a bat. He then ate them, cooked over a small fire. Argus berated him for building a fire that could alert the other tributes to his location. However, the “Aviary Jungle” as it had been baptized by Urania Whimsiwick herself, was way too dense for anyone to see the smoke.
As the sun started to set, Delta squeezed himself back into his root hole, being careful to camouflage himself with moss. He held his branch in front of him just in case. An hour later, two cannons sounded in quick succession. They belonged to the pair from 10, who had had the great idea of making an omelet. The flock did not appreciate that…
When the sun started to set, Angelo suggested he and Alexandra find a place to sleep, preferably away from the career pack. She agreed, so they stopped following. They looked for a safe spot in the light of the dusk, eventually settling on the middle of a tight thicket. It was complicated to get inside, but the small space was comfortable, and the pair even had a view of the darkening sky. They ate some food then laid down, hand in hand. “Your district partner doesn’t seem to mind that you ditched her” joked Alexandra.
“I don’t think she cares. Maybe they believe I’m dead. But they’re not looking for us at least.”
“I think Delta is, though. You should have seen his face when he saw us. I almost feel bad about leading him on.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get rid of him if he isn’t dead yet.”
“I’m sure he’s feeling the same thing”, responded Alexandra before going to sleep. Angelo kept the first watch.
In another section of the arena, Carton took the first watch. He had spent the remaining hours of daylight cleaning his wounds, along with Rivage and Vannery. The two of them slept, hoping to feel better the next day.
A little before midnight, Rivage awoke. He came to sit next to Carton, and the boys talked about their families, their school. Suddenly, a cannon sounded. It belonged to Ulma (7), who had stumbled upon Quinoa’s (9) camp by accident. The younger girl had not hesitated to stab a pointy branch in Ulma’s throat. This cannon prompted Carton to go to sleep, Rivage taking second watch.
At midnight, the hymn of Panem resounded in the arena and the portraits of the 9 fallen appeared in the sky : Hattie (3), Sardine (4), Fraxen and Ulma (7), the boy (9), both (10), Ora and Forger (12). This left 17 tributes after an eventful and interesting day.
Day 2:
Delta didn’t sleep much that night. The uncomfortable position coupled with a strong headache meant that he was up before the sunrise. As the first hints of blue appeared to the east, Delta got up. He needed to occupy his mind. The moss had stuck to his clothes, and he decided to take advantage of it. He caked his face and hands in mud and used it to stick more moss to his clothes. Urania commented that he looked like a green Orang-utang, which prompted laughter in the Capitol. Once he was fully camouflaged, he started roaming the arena. Stealthily at first, but as the sun rose and the birds started their cacophony as well, he allowed himself to move a little faster.
Alexandra and her district partner had spent a restful night. As she awoke, she was surprised to be cuddling with Angelo. Her rousing awakened him, and he turned around to look at her, puzzled. “I guess you’re the little spoon”, she joked. They ate cereal bars in awkward silence. Soon, the voices of the career pack walking in their direction prompted the pair to hide. Proserpina and Perfecto were loudly arguing about someone stealing their water bottles. Unbeknownst to them, it had been Glare who had hidden them in her own bag.
As they moved away from her, Alexandra suggested they follow the trio like the day before. Angelo thought it was a safe strategy as long as they kept their distances. They made their way out of the thorny thicket and followed. A few minutes later, a scream warned them that something was going on. It was Glare (1). She’d walked into a trap laid by Georges the day before and was now hanging upside down from a rope. Perfecto started to help her, but the stolen bottles fell from her bag, along with a few hidden knives and more food. Instead of killing her, as Perfecto wanted to do, Proserpina convinced him to leave her there. She screamed and screamed. Proserpina and Perfecto left her there wiggling. Before Alexandra and Angelo could arrive, the thin rope holding up Glare by the ankle snapped. She fell headfirst on the ground and her cannon sounded. Alexandra winced, but Angelo told her that it was better this way, since you could survive for many hours hanging this way. Then another cannon sounded.
Delta had been unsuccessful for a few hours. He had avoided a couple of poorly made traps and fought off a flock of tiny yellow canaries but had been unable to find another tribute. Eventually, he decided to change tactics. He found a path that clearly looked like it was in use and hid in proximity. His ambush eventually worked. Lavandine (11) walked past him, clutching a meagre stick in her pale hands. She didn’t even notice him getting up and following her, his branch raised. Many viewers thought it looked cartoonish, the tiny girl, followed by a big man with a club, not noticing anything. Glare’s cannon gave him the signal he expected, and he swung at her head. Lavandine flew and crashed into a patch of ferns. Her head was bloody, but she was still alive. Delta walked up to her in order to finish what he had started. The cameras cut to another group of tributes.
For the whole morning, Vannery, Rivage and Carton had been staying put. They foraged, fished, and built rudimentary spears just in case. Vannery climbed trees, very carefully in order not to disturb any more birds, so she could spot any tributes. Eventually she did, a little after midday. The pair from district 5 was heading their way. They were armed.
Vannery transmitted the information to the boys, who debated leaving or fighting. “Let’s fight !” said Vannery. There were 3 of them against 2, and they had weapons. Carton had his lance, Rivage his trident, and her… a spear and a rock would do the trick. So, they waited for what felt like a century. As soon as Borea and Zapp entered their field of vision, they attacked. The pair was surprised, but not enough to let themselves be killed that easily. Borea shouted at Zapp to run while she fended of Rivage’s trident with her sword. She had wrapped metal coil all around her arms, as she had seen on one of the older games. They clashed for an instant, enough time for her to disarm him, and then she ran too. On the way, she threw an egg she’d hidden in her pocket to the group. A flock of angry sparrows was the distraction the pair from 5 needed to escape.
Proserpina and Perfecto seemed to have made up a little and were now actively hunting. Still, they weren’t aware of the couple _ the “double A couple” as they were now called in the Capitol _ following them from afar. They dared not speak, but the looks they shared meant a lot more. They say love makes you blind, and maybe that’s why Alexandra didn’t see the orange and turquoise pheasant she walked on. It screamed and ran away, catching the attention of Proserpina. She turned around and shouted, “I knew it !” before charging at Angelo and her ally. Her first axe hit a tree a few inches above Alexandra’s head. She was hesitant to fight a career, but Angelo had already jumped into the fray and was now battling his district partner. So, she ran at Perfecto, who was lagging behind. He quickly turned around and sprinted when Proserpina’s cannon sounded. Angelo had managed to stab her in the gut. The look of betrayal was still printed on her face as the hovercraft claw took her away.
The pair was unsure if they needed to pursue the boy from 1, as Angelo assured that he was an “ego-inflated wimp” . Instead, they rifled through the bag Proserpina had dropped and decided to rest a little. They could have stayed there longer if it hadn’t been for the fire…
After getting rid of the birds, the trio decided to keep following Zapp and Borea (5) in order to get their supplies. Vannery managed to track them thanks to their footprints and the trail of broken branches. They found them quite quickly. Indeed, the gamemakers had decided to trigger a forest fire in order to move the tributes around a little. This explained why they had seen so many birds flying away. The pair from 5, however, had found themselves cornered on three sides by the flames, and the last side was where Carton and his allies arrived from.
Rivage thrusted his trident straight into Borea’s back, sounding her cannon. Carton’s lance, however, flew past Zapp and into the fiery inferno. The boy from 4 barely had the time to pick up his trident before a tree fell, smashing into the boy from 5 and sounding his cannon. As other trees started to creak and groan, Vannery led the boys back to the creek, where she believed the water would keep them safe.
Delta ran as soon as he smelled smoke. He ended up in a small clearing in the Southern part of the arena. As the grass quickly burned, he jumped into the flames. Many viewers gasped, thinking he had just killed himself, but he just ran a few seconds then stopped. Argus explained that the fire had been controlled in a way that it burned quickly and extinguished itself just as fast. From his spot of scorched earth, Delta was safe for now. From the sky descended a small silver parachute bearing the number 6. It contained a water bottle and some aspirin. Delta was the only one to use this strategy successfully. A few minutes after him, Circuit (3), who was shorter and weaker, tried. He fell face first into the fire and did not get up, his cannon sounding a few moments later.
Angelo and Alexandra were some of the closest to the central clearing, so it was after the three cannons that the fire reached them. They ran. Angelo was practically flying but the fire was catching up to Alexandra. Another tree cracked. It crashed onto the girl, pinning her legs to the ground. Thankfully, it was a much younger tree, and it did not cause her much more damage. For an instant, Alexandra thought the boy from 2 would just keep running. That he would be glad to get rid of yet another opponent. But he turned around. He used his axe as a lever, bending it in the process, to get the girl free. Then he picked her up onto his back and ran again. Angelo was not a very muscular tribute, but he proved to be quite a strong one.
Neither Carton, nor his allies had suffered any injury thanks to Vannery’s quick thinking. The creek was wide enough to protect them from the flames, and they avoided any falling branch. Quinoa (9) had had the same idea. She internally debated reaching the small group, but eventually decided not to. In the late afternoon, it started to rain, revealing that many of the trees and plants of the forest were actually fireproof. It was much sparser now, but the rain cleaned off the soot and, soon enough, the forest was green again.
Rivage, Vannery and Carton huddled together. They stayed that way for the whole evening, until Carton took the first watch while the other two went to sleep.
Delta was almost unharmed too, apart from a few minor burns on his ankles. The aspirin had taken effect, and for once in a long time, he felt totally clear headed. He hoped his district partner had died today.
The fire had changed the landscape quite a lot. What used to be a lush jungle was now less green. The ground was visible in most places, and the humidity levels had gone down. The sky was more visible. It also meant that the traps set by Georges and Odette (N) on the first day were either destroyed or very conspicuous. The boy from 6 avoided them all.
Delta found a pond where he cleaned himself from the soot and the half-charred moss. The fresh water also soothed his burns. He ended up settling close by, between two fallen trees.
Angelo and Alexandra, however, had suffered many burns. Fortunately, as they were setting camp and trying to remove their singed clothes, a silver parachute descended over them. It contained two containers of oil, as well as a blanket and a note from Angelo’s mentors, which he did not show to Alexandra. It would later be revealed that it scolded him for keeping his plan of betraying the career pack secret. The oil was perfumed and designed to almost instantly heal burns. It worked a charm. As the massaging continued, the two tributes started to get more and more steamy. They were intimate that night.
While they were busy, the portraits of the fallen appeared in the sky. The second day of the games had seen the loss of Glare (1), Proserpina (2), Circuit (3), Borea and Zapp (5), and Lavandine (11). This left only 11 tributes for the third day, with better odds now that a few strong tributes were gone.
Day 3:
On the morning of the third day, an announcement was made by Head Gamemaker Vishwa. She informed the tributes that a feast would be held at noon, three hours from now. The 11 surviving boys and girls would find supplies they desperately needed there. She then wished everyone a glorious day and the dampened sound of the birdsongs came back in full force.
The announcement awoke Delta, but he decided not to go to the Feast. He still had food and a source of water nearby, as well as his heavy branch. A real weapon would have been nice, but he didn’t feel safe going to the central clearing. Instead, he decided to just sleep more. He only woke up again when the first cannon sounded.
As for the couple, they were lost in bliss. Their show from the previous night had to be censored, although it was available for those who had enough “connections”. Let’s just say that it was quite memorable, and cemented Angelo and Alexandra’s place as favorites. They got ready after a long cuddling session, grabbing their bags and their weapons and heading to the cornucopia. They arrived with minutes to spare. Actually, they were the last tributes to arrive.
Vannery had been the first on site, scouting for other tributes. Once she had been sure the coast was clear, she had signaled to Rivage and Carton that they could come. They hid in the bushes nearby; this area having been spared from the fires. Little by little, other tributes started to arrive. Kumquat (11) hid behind a tree, Perfecto (1) stood in the open, Odette and Georges (N) huddled together.
As Quinoa (9) and the “Double A couple” finally arrived, the cornucopia started receding into the ground. It reappeared at once, and a bell rang.
Vannery stayed behind. She watched all the tributes run to the center where laid 8 numbered bags, including Carton and Rivage. The fighting raged in the cornucopia. Her allies attacked Alexandra and Angelo, as Kumquat escaped with his bag. Quinoa (9) almost got out, but Perfecto (1) caught her by the ponytail and stabbed her in the throat, sounding her cannon. He then picked up her bag in addition to his.
Alexandra and Angelo fought side to side, covering each other. She scared Odette (N) away, while he pushed back against Rivage. The boy from 4 tried to hit Alexandra again, but her ally caught the trident and almost tore it out of Rivage’s hands. Instead of trying again, he attacked Georges. The trident hit him in the back and sounded his cannon a few seconds later. Angelo took advantage of this distraction to slash at Carton with his sword, causing the boy from 8 to bleed out.
Vannery screamed and ran out of her hiding place, almost colliding with Odette (N) on the way. Rivage grabbed the district 4 and district 8 bags in one hand, and Vannery’s arm in the other, and they ran away together. The young girl cried and struggled to keep up the pace. She wanted to go back, but Carton’s cannon sounded, ruining her hopes.
Angelo and Alexandra were the last tributes to get their bags. One of Perfecto’s knives punctured Alexandra’s. The pair turned back, giving Kumquat (11) enough time to flee. They chased Perfecto into the woods. He was quick, however, and they had a hard time gaining on him.
The following hours were very quiet, boring, even, so Urania and Argus invited a few guests to discuss the bloodbath and the tributes’ different strategies. It was only in the late afternoon that Delta deigned getting up. He was well rested. He ate what remained of his food and started camouflaging himself once again in order to hunt. The tributes were now very spread out, however, and it appeared that Delta was in an area devoid of them. He walked until it got too dark to continue, before letting out a scream of rage. His sudden outburst scared some resting birds. They flew away and hit Kumquat (11) square in the face as he was in the process of climbing up one of the taller trees. The surprise caused him to lose his grip and he fell to his death a few feet away from Delta, his Feast bag laying next to him. Suddenly, Delta laughed and thanked the birds. He emptied the contents of the bag, glad to find some fresh food and water. He settled right there for the night.
Angelo and Alexandra eventually gave up on hunting Perfecto. Every time they thought they heard him; it turned out to be another bird. He was nowhere to be found. The pair settled down near a creek, right where Carton and his allies had camped earlier, in order to clean themselves. It was another spectacle to behold. The couple played in the fresh water, wearing only their underwear, and at one point, Alexandra winked at one of the cameras. This resulted in the appearance of a sponsor gift a few seconds later. She caught it and opened it discreetly once she was dressed again. She checked that Angelo was busy with the campfire before peeking inside. There was a water bottle and a tiny, sheathed stiletto knife, about two inches long. There was also a note that said : “You will only get one chance” – S. She acted nonchalant, thanked her sponsor for the water, and hid the knife in her sock. She took the first watch, jumping when a cannon sounded.
Since they had come back from the Feast, Vannery felt that Rivage was acting strange. He kept pacing and muttering to himself and seemed unhappy even though they had received enough supplies to last five more days in the arena at least. They found another place to sleep, Vannery built a new shelter. As she was about to go to sleep, Rivage approached her, trident in hand. He didn’t speak, so she asked him what he wanted. “I’m sorr-“ he started. Vannery interrupted him : “Behind you !”.
He spun around and threw his trident. It caught Perfecto in the head, sounding his cannon before he had hit the ground. He had been sneaking up behind Rivage with a knife in both hands, but Vannery had a keen eye. Rivage seemed to deflate. He cleaned up his weapon and went to sleep. Vannery tried to ask him what he wanted to tell her, but he didn’t answer. Instead, she took the first watch.
At midnight, five portraits appeared in the sky : Perfecto (1), Carton (8), Quinoa (9), Kumquat (11) and Georges (N). The six remaining tributes were spread out around the arena : Rivage and Vannery to the East, Angelo and Alexandra to the North, Odette (N) in the South and Delta to the West.
Day 4:
The sound of a cannon startled Delta out of his slumber. He was feeling well rested and decided to head to the cornucopia with just his branch and a knife he had taken from Kumquat. With only 5 remaining tributes, he knew that the showdown was about to take place and was about as excited as the viewers in the Capitol for it to happen. On the way, he stumbled upon a suspicious mound of leaves. He almost let it be, until he saw two feet poking out of it. As he bent down to look at it, a sharp pain entered his shoulder blade. By pure reflex, he swung his club backwards, hitting a barefoot Odette (N) in the forehead. She stumbled backwards, clutching her knife, and tripped on a rock. Delta jumped onto her, planting his knee in her stomach, and stabbed her with her own knife. He added it to his “collection”.
The atmosphere between Alexandra and Angelo had been quite tense since they’d woken up. They hadn’t slept so well. When the first cannon sounded, they set out to get to the cornucopia, and by the time the second cannon echoed throughout the arena, they were in position. “We’ll fight together, right ?” asked Alexandra. Angelo nodded solemnly : “Until there’s no one else. I’m so glad I got to meet you.”
“Me too… Too bad one of us will have to die.”
As she said those words, a twig cracked in a nearby bush.
The first cannon had shocked the viewers quite a bit. As Rivage finished his watch, he looked at Vannery, asleep next to him. He murmured “I’m sorry”, so low that it had to be subtitled. Then he plunged his trident in her throat. Before leaving, Rivage let out the longest sigh of relief.
Alexandra climbed onto the cornucopia, hiding herself, a length of rope held tight between her hands. She waited as Rivage entered the clearing. He was focused on Angelo. Delta appeared a few seconds later, on the other side of the cornucopia. He walked under it, oblivious to the girl awaiting him. As Angelo charged Rivage with his sword, Alexandra lowered the rope. Delta let out a choked growl as she pulled. He was much stronger, however. With one labored step, he yanked her off the roof. The rope was still around his neck, but his hands were now around Alexandra’s. Nevertheless, she held on to the rope, using it to hold him at bay. Just before she fell unconscious, she kicked him in the groin. She let out a few coughs, before grabbing the two ends of the rope again and pulling Delta against one of the steel columns of the cornucopia. Delta tried to stab her, but she was behind him, and he was quickly loosing consciousness. With one last brutal pull, the rope crushed his windpipe.
Alexandra watched Angelo dispose of Rivage with one final feint of his sword, and his cannon sounded at the same time as Delta’s.
Silence fell on the clearing. Even the birds had shut up. The couple was breathing heavily. They hugged tight. Something glinted in Alexandra’s hand. She almost reached Angelo’s neck when he gripped her wrist. He smiled, but his eyes were full of sorrow. “I had to try at least !” she half-laughed, half-whimpered. He sat her down and hugged her once again. She told him that he deserved to win. That he was a good man. He took his swords and gently stabbed Alexandra in the heart. She barely cried as he looked into her eyes. A cannon sounded. The last one. Jahani Vishwa announced Angelo Clearfell, of district 2, as the victor of the 119th Hunger Games. He had to be forcefully removed form Alexandra’s corpse in order to be retrieved.
Aftermath:
The games took an immense toll on Angelo, who was unable to speak for more than a month. Even when he had gotten the use of his words back, he fell into a lengthy depression. His interview with Urania Whimsiwick and Argus Brown had to be cut short as soon as they mentioned Alexandra.
After that, he remained alone in his home of the Victor’s village. He received no guests and did not act as a mentor the following years. The other victors of his district described him as “disillusioned” and “a killjoy”. The situation stayed the same until his disappearance two years later.
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2023.06.07 21:19 throwaway5869473758 23’ manual shift design flaw

Hey everyone so the shift knob and boot is one piece and therefore isn’t threaded onto the shaft because you wouldn’t be able to turn it to tighten. Instead they have it lightly pressed into the shaft with a square cutout like [ and the knob presses into it. But on hard shifting the shift knob comes loose basically every time and then the whole boot can come off I was holding it in my hand after power shifting. Anyone have a fix or maybe they sell a short throw kit with threads
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2023.06.07 21:18 Sebastian4002 What do you think, did this guy predict the future?

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2023.06.07 21:18 Dat_Festive_Bastion Porn addiction

I’ve been fasting hard from porn for months now. 😷 It was so hard shaking the urge at first. I was STRUGGLING! 😰 It would be days where I was STUCK, sitting at home alone, staring at the cursor in the search bar blinking; 😶 angel on one shoulder, demon in the other, because I saw a picture or heard a song that triggered me to go lust on women online. I knew if I even typed the name of the site into the bar, it was a wrap; I was praying so hard for the strength to be able to slam my laptop closed, and walk away.
Today, I’m not facing those withdrawals at all. 😁 I see and hear things that would have done me in not too long ago and I just keep on.
What’s so strange is that that I’ve noticed Satan trying to find a new place in my heart because of it. I craved a cigarette the other day out of NOWHERE. 🤢🚬 I’ve NEVER been a tobacco smoker in my life! Don’t get me wrong, I’ve smoked a few squares, and vaped a few times, but it was always with other people. I’ve never in my life been on my own craving a cigarette. Still, that day, I was just like “yea, I could go for that”. 🥴🥴🥴
I had to laugh and thank God for the discernment to recognize what that was. It’s pathetic how weak the enemy becomes once you start empowering God’s Spirit within you. 💪🏽 I’m coming after my diet next; my stomach was JUST flat again, 3 years ago. I’m tired of looking at this gut. I KNOW if I just keep praying and fasting it ain’t gonna be nothing the devil can do with me. 💯
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2023.06.07 21:18 arandomnamebcihadto Weirdly high water bill (FL)

I was wondering what an average water bill in Florida is? Our apartment came under new management and they are asking for $130!! for water per month.
We do have a small dishwasher but we do not have a washer dryer and it’s only two of us (a couple) in a 1BD/1BA. It’s about 700-750 square feet. We’re trying to ask to see a bill and they’re being really slum lordy threatening to evict us despite us living there for almost two years and we’ve always been on time for payments. We just don’t want to pay that large amount until we see why.
We didn’t used to have to pay a water bill but new management alleges we owe them $130 monthly now. What gives? Is this normal? Do we have any course of action or should we just pay it and shut up?
A neighbor alleged they broke a pipe and are trying to charge us tenants for it. I wish I could warn people away from this management company as they are super aggressive and threaten people and nickel and dime them. I feel really stressed which sucks because I love our apartment and neighborhood otherwise but maybe this is just the price for watewater waste now and I’m out of touch?
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2023.06.07 21:17 blowdontpopclouds The Soulmate Dilemma

The Soulmate Dilemma
By Tanner Briggs

Introduction

Cinema is a reflection of humanity’s desires. If it wasn’t, people wouldn’t watch it. It’s safe to say, even if you find yourself on the fringe of humanitarian yearnings, you’re probably looking for a life of love as opposed to a life of stoic loneliness accompanied by a TV dinner and a six pack of Rainier each night. Despite the masturbatory mayhem the latter could bring, the former lends a much more effective way of living: someone to lean on, to uphold your values, to socialize with, to fuck. In the theater, no single trope is more common than the guy getting the girl. Romantic, heart wrenching, mind boggling, tingly love in its purest form. Endings are always the same: the airport run, the rainy swoon, the grand gesture, the throwing-aside-all-inhibitions-and-personal-reservations-just-to-be-with-her. All of these lead to the happily ever after, but it’s the last one I’d like to talk about in more detail.

Core Criteria

Core criteria is the criteria you require of a life partner. Any one of these not being met means the relationship is doomed. It’s possible, through communication, to teach your partner to meet criteria that is not being met right now. If a standard deviation bell curve in its entirety represents everything that would attract you to a partner, your core criteria represent about 1.5 standard deviations’ worth of actual requirements. The other 1.5 standard deviations represent nice-to-haves that you’d enjoy in a partner, that would attract you even more to a partner, but that you can ultimately live without.
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Statistically, it’s very possible to meet someone that can fit your core criteria – that individual would need to be in the 87th percentile[1] of matches for you, which is not that easy to find, but it’s completely possible especially with dating apps. Remember, if even one of these core criteria is off, it will botch the whole thing – sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly over time.
You’re probably saying – how the fuck does this math play into my happily ever after? This is, admittedly, where the math ends. The numbers demonstrate that it’s not easy to find someone that meets your core criteria and it’s even harder to find someone that meets all of your nice-to-haves.

The Third Bucket

When you’ve been with someone long enough, there comes into existence a third bucket. This manifestation continuously grows, enlarging over time. This third bucket represents everything you didn’t know you wanted and couldn’t have ever fathomed needing, but now you need it, you want it, you’ve gotta have it. We’ll refer to this bucket as the Cold Stone Creamery size: “Gotta Have It.” This bucket is so interesting because its contents are unique to each relationship. The collision of two personalities meeting juxtaposed against environmental factors, social situations, and mutual decisions. The Gotta Have It bucket is structured on top of a confluence of affection, individuality, inside jokes, empathy, hardship, and shared experiences.
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Notice this third bucket doesn’t fall on the statistical canvas. This bucket represent tangible value but has an intangible denominator: you didn’t know you needed these things, so you didn’t have requirements built to house this value – your denominator is zero.
“How fulfilling is your sex life scale of one to ten?”
“Seven”
“You’re at 70% satisfaction sexually, which is one of your core requirements.”
Sex is easy to quantify. She put a finger in your butt or she didn’t – she gets one point. But when you try to quantify that look she gives you as you leave the house toward a hard day of work – that unfailing mixture of reverence, sadness, and beguiling cuteness… What is the denominator for that? It’s something you never new you wanted. It’s something you never knew you needed, but it might just break your heart not to get it anymore. The denominator is zero and dividing by zero is undefined, just like the value the Gotta Have It bucket brings. It’s tangible value, but it’s not quantifiable on our core criteria scale.

The Tipping Point

Conceptually, soulmates can mean different things, but the grandly romanticized version of soulmate is often interpreted as a single perfect, permanent match. Since the beginning of time, we were destined to be together as two souls’ recognition of its counterpoint in another.[2] What I posit, however, is that a soulmate is not destiny as much as it is a bit of luck and a lot of hard work.
As the Gotta Have It segment of your connection continues to foster, there reaches a tipping point where the value of your core requirements is outweighed by the value of the tangible, yet unexpected and unsought. This Gotta Have It bucket could not have grown without the core requirements firmly in place – they were the branch from which this fruition bloomed. Yet, is it not true that the fruit is the most sought-after part of the tree? Once tipped, the foundation of the relationship is now the Gotta Have It that makes your relationship unique and special.
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Unique and special – isn’t that what a soulmate really is? Something you couldn’t find anywhere else? The relationship over time becomes something you couldn’t have with anyone else.
In this way, you do not find your soulmate, but you effectively create your soulmate. The tipping point, where the incontrovertible connection that you have fostered is irreplaceable, is the tip of the iceberg of your soulmate connection. Yet there is an entire iceberg underneath the surface of the water to explore.

The Catacombs

It seems like every great explorer finds themselves in the catacombs at one point or another. So too do we find ourselves in the catacombs as we explore our relationships. There are catacombs of thought to be fleshed out, to decipher, to sift through, to dive into, to expound upon, to divest, to ignore, to brood, to ponder. As you’re exploring these catacombs, it’s entirely important to be completely invested. After all, if Indiana Jones in the Raiders of the Lost Ark had only gone halfway into the temple, he would have been caught in a trap and would have never made it out alive. The catacombs are where you find fodder for your Gotta Have it Bucket. As you explore your partner’s thoughts, do so with the ideation that you’re going to come out of this with more inside jokes than before. Inside jokes are the pinnacle of connection as they can be used to poke and prod your partner without actually hurting them. They can be used to recall a time of laughter or a time of despair all while enhancing the contemporaneous levity of your current situation. “Things” as I call them, are also a jewel found in the catacombs to be shined into a pendant of connection. Rather than wear the pendant, you use it to show the other person you care. You know “things” from television shows like How I Met Your Mother, where Ted and Robin salute and say, “General Idea,” whenever someone says a sentence like, “you get the general idea, right?” That’s an example of a thing. Examples of things in a relationship are numerous – but here’s three:
· Having a dance party every time you brush your teeth
· Saying a cute phrase when performing a specific activity or triggered by an event
· Sharing a GIF that has a secret meaning only the two of you know
Use the catacombs as an opportunity to understand differences, ignore negativity, and ultimately uncover uniqueness in your soulmate or potential soulmate.

Write the Damn Thing

How many times have you heard practice like you play? You get the concept – so let’s move past that. Practice your relationship like it’s the one – like you’re already married. You can’t effectively explore the catacombs and you’ll never get to the tipping point if you have one foot out the door.
So what does it look like to have your foot completely inside the domicile?
In three words: be the author.
Fairy tales don’t just happen – the greats frame, construct, and execute their fucking fairytales! And only the magnificent understand that guys don’t generally need a fairytale to be happy. So – if it’s not the guy that needs it – who needs it? That’s right hotshot – it’s her. Women need the fairytale and we’re the ones who get to write it for them.
Take moments of alone time with her to call out the amazing things you’ve done together. Remind her just how lucky you are to be with her. Laughingly reminder her just how lucky she is to be with you. Build a vision board with her and frame what your future is going to be like. Shoot for the moon so she knows she’s going to have a lavish, amazing, exciting, adventurous life with you. Update the vision board constantly with new and exciting things you both like. This vision board and these asides where you underscore your connection are framing.
Constructing the fairytale involves lots of planning. The more you construct and execute the more you can frame later – it creates a virtuous feedback loop. You must put in elbow grease to get the dinner reservations, kill at your job to afford the ski weekends, and plan the shit out of that proposal.
A good rule for the proposal: do everything you’re thinking you should do times three. You can’t go big enough. Spend triple the money, get triple the people for the afterparty, get triple the tiki torches. Why? Because this is effectively the climax of the fairytale. You will look back on that moment for the rest of your lives and you’ll want to have pulled out all the stops. You’ll have other climaxes, but this solidifies the fairytale and turns it into something that will live wonderfully in her mind for the rest of eternity.
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When you plan well, execution is easy. Do the thing. Go hiking, crush the camping trip, surf the waves. Afterward you can frame. The more you frame, the more she frames to her friends and the more jealous her friends become of you. As a man, you want her talking about you to her friends ALL THE TIME. You want her friends to be annoyed with how much she talks about you and your good qualities. When you frame correctly, her friends will be in a bitch session about their husbands/boyfriends and your partner – rather than add fuel to the vent session – will close the vent with a lovely recounting of that time you took her to see the ballet.
The fun part about this fairytale castle you construct: you get to live in it with her. You get to be the king. Your hard work doesn’t go unnoticed – it’s the pinnacle of why you have a soulmate. It’s the pinnacle of why she loves you. You have played the game correctly and you have won.

Conclusion

“…the throwing-aside-all-inhibitions-and-personal-reservations-just-to-be-with-her.” Coming back to the last listed item from the first paragraph. Your reservations and inhibitions aren’t about you or your principles. They’re about whether you’re ready to play the game – to go all in. So how do you know when? Any time your core criteria are met that’s the time to give it everything. Remember, she’s already at least in the 87th percentile if your core criteria are met. You won’t be able to effectively explore the catacombs and reach the tipping point if you’re only half invested. And moreover, that fairytale will never manifest if you aren’t all-in writing it yourself.
You don’t find your soulmate, you build your soulmate and you write your fairytale.
Happy tipping.
-Tanner J. Briggs
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[2] Dobkin, David, et al. Wedding Crashers. [Los Angeles, Calif.], New Line Home Entertainment, 2005.
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2023.06.07 21:17 Fun_Solution_828 Divorce with minor AZ - DV history

This is my first time ever using Reddit and am hoping that someone can provide me with guidance. I’m scheduled for a consultation with an attorney next week, but I’d like to get as much input as possible. I have been married to my husband for seven years. He has two minor-aged daughters from a previous marriage, and he and I have one three-year-old son. Prior to the birth of our son, I had been working full time as a supervisor for an agency of the Court. My husband and I agreed that I’d be a stay-at-home mom until our son goes to school (and maybe even afterwards). My husband has a history of DV (documented with his ex wife, but I never called the police) and has been physically, sexually, and emotionally abusive to me. However, there have been no recent major happenings. Two years ago, though, he threatened to kill me, our son, and himself; I believe this was in response to me wanting a divorce. He has been emotionally damaging to his daughters and has complex PTSD that is unresolved. He also uses different drugs periodically (opioids and psychedelics). He is very manipulative and works in federal law enforcement, and I’m worried about going to court. But here are my questions:
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2023.06.07 21:16 ArckeNN My life is a nightmare. I just want peace

My parents are divorced. My sister has done some really fucked up things. So weird that in my opinion she should go to the strictiest mental hospital or to some military school. Or just jail. I dont care. I could call my life a joke but jokes have a meaning.
I have some loud ass fights almost every night. I hate them. One time I needed to beat her (not too much. No blood) and I almost knocked her out cuz she threatend to kill herself. I had to have a knife standoff with her to calm her down and to I had to risk my life just to make her not commit suicide. I had to make her spit her depression meds out cuz if she swallowed them she would probably die. And where was my mom? SHE WALKED OUT OF THE FUCKING HOUSE! I COULD FUCKING DIE! And what I got? 5 maybe 6 bucks. I didnt even want any money. A hug and a thank you would be better. And you know what? I told her that she could fuck herself. And one more thing. After mom came back I asked her if I could sleep night in my neighbours house. And what she said? That I shouldnt leave her alone with my sister. But heres the irony. She did it herself to me! A fucking 13 year old! Here another great thing. IT ALL HAPPENED ON THE SAME NIGHT. IN TIME OF 1,5 HOURS!
I live with week mode with my parents. One week with my mom and the other with my dad. While living with my mom in her house isnt bad (aside form the fights which are always between my mom and my sister), my dad has a very small apartment in which HE BY HIMSELF barely fits. And think about three of us. Its crazy. I think its 35 square meters. But this is Max. Probably around 25.
I guess that is all. I really hate my life. I just want peace. I hope God has a good plan for my life. Or he plans to end it soon. I dont mind. Meeting him is important. The eternal life is my main goal. I hope it will be okay. I only have my dog I can depend on. And maybe my dad. Im sorry about the swearing. I just really had to let it all out. To all reading this, have a great day or night.
And sorry if I didnt tag this NSFW and it was. I dont know how to see if it is or no.
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2023.06.07 21:16 arandomnamebcihadto Weirdly high water bill (FL)

I was wondering what an average water bill in Florida is? Our apartment came under new management and they are asking for $130!! for water per month.
We do have a small dishwasher but we do not have a washer dryer and it’s only two of us (a couple) in a 1BD/1BA. It’s about 700-750 square feet. We’re trying to ask to see a bill and they’re being really slum lordy threatening to evict us despite us living there for almost two years and we’ve always been on time for payments. We just don’t want to pay that large amount until we see why.
We didn’t used to have to pay a water bill but new management alleges we owe them $130 monthly now. What gives? Is this normal? Do we have any course of action or should we just pay it and shut up?
A neighbor alleged they broke a pipe and are trying to charge us tenants for it. I wish I could warn people away from this management company as they are super aggressive and threaten people and nickel and dime them. I feel really stressed which sucks because I love our apartment and neighborhood otherwise but maybe this is just the price for watewater waste now and I’m out of touch?
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2023.06.07 21:14 JabasMyBitch Will be visiting next week; what are some of the better canal walks to go on around the city center? (will be staying near St. Paul's Square)

We are coming for a concert but have an afternoon/evening the day before to explore your city and I really want to take some nice walks along the canals because I have been obsessed with narrow boat living for a while. I am looking for green, wildlife, but also pubs to stop at along the way for a drink here and there. Which areas would you recommend? We won't have a car so I am looking for walks that are close to the city centeSt. Paul's Square. Thanks!
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2023.06.07 21:13 Future_Ad_3485 Valley of the Unknown Part Twenty-Six: A Bittersweet Ending

Ember played with the boys on the floor, their hands reaching for him. Pouring over the files of the latest security breach on our magical borders, my eyes fell on Alex playing with his new friends outside. Waving at me, Jack embraced me from behind. Kissing the top of my head, it felt as if something big was going to happen today. A tender blush rose to my cheeks, my hand cupping his face.
“We need to raid an outpost today. Hopefully we can get information on the main headquarters.” He informed me warmly, biting my neck. Drinking his fill, my crippling anxiety stole any joy it normally would have given me. Missions like these frightened me, every cell in me wanted to turn into a raven and fly away for the day. Finishing up his breakfast, he set down an armored filled dress with leggings. Salford whispered something in his ear, sliding him a pair of car keys. Rising to my feet, I took my new outfit to our bedroom. Changing quickly, the dress felt heavy on my frame, the leggings seemed to be lined with chain mail. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I ran into Jack on the way out. Embracing me lovingly, the keys dangled off of his fingers. Feeling his simple black suit, a light armor lined it. Chewing on my lips, our friends waited for us in matching black armor.
“We are ready to go.” Raven announced proudly, my eyes falling on Salford. “Salford said that he was going to watch the boys.” Adjusting their backpacks, weapons clanged in their bags. Guilt gnawed at me, the concept of putting them in danger sickening. My lips parted in protest, Raven raising her finger.
“We are coming. Those bastards killed my family and they are going to pay.” She asserted firmly, pulling her hair into a ponytail. “Besides, I want to back my friend up.” A deep sadness haunted her eyes, my hands cupping hers. A gentle but broken smile dimmed her features, silent tears staining her cheeks.
“I appreciate it and I apologize for not being there to stop it. I ruined everyone’s life by not being there.” I choked out shamefully, bowing my head. “I failed you and everyone else. I will make it up to you guys, I fucking promise you that.” Grabbing my shoulder, her other hand lifted up my chin.
“You were busy doing your own shit. I heard you showed up, girl!” She chatted pleasantly, my shaking fingers wiping away her tears. “You have a place where humans and monsters get along with ease. Have you been sleeping? You look like hell.” A deadpan expression appeared on my face, her last comment ticking me off slightly. Brushing it off, Jack cleared his throat. Placing me on his back, he carried me to a delivery van. Hopping off of his back, I let myself in. The Tainsworth twins sat in the front with their armor on, Raven climbing in with Ruby. Messing with her curls, Raven basically sat on top of her. Adjusting my bell sleeves, the leather hugged my slender arms. Oppressive silence hung between us, Ruby refusing to look at me. Folding her arms across her chest, something needed to be said. Choosing not to say it, the time passed horribly slow. The van screeched to a halt, Jack pulling me into a hidden compartment. The door squeaked open, heavy footfalls echoed in the back.
“Who are you?” A gruff voice demanded, Ruby speaking up. Clearing her throat, her voice tone seemed rather bitter.
“We wish to join your ranks. I can’t stand vampires, especially their fucking queen. She could die for all I care.” She snapped hotly, truth oozing from her words. “She is hiding somewhere in this van.” Horror rounded our eyes, her betrayal striking us in the heart.” Opening the compartment hiding us, she took a step back. The hunters slapped handcuffs on us all, Ruby grinning evilly ear to ear. Wicked laughter rumbled in her throat, her head cocking back.
“I have been working with them the entire time. There is no information, just the home of your executions.” She gloated sensually, the twins cursing in her direction. “I am not even a teenager. I am a witch who has been alive for centuries. Can I tell you a secret? I am the leader of the hunters. Everyone else was just a puppet.” Sighing with satisfaction, she circled us. Tears welled up in my eyes, Raven sobbed softly next to me. Pulling a gun from her pocket, Ruby shot her in the head. Time slowed, the twins crying out. Emptying her gun into them, a broken wail burst from my lips. Their bodies dropped forward, ruby dripping from the holes in the middle of their foreheads. Jack twitched darkly next to me, my mind officially broken. His bangs hid his eyes, his claws extended from his fingernails. Unlocking his handcuffs, he pretended to get madder as he worked on mine. The metal clanged to the ground, Ruby’s eyes widening with terror. Tears blurred my vision, my scythe sliding into my eager palms.
“You fucking bitch!” I screamed vehemently, pacing back and forth. Reapers held their souls in their palms, all hope of saving them was gone. “You are going to pay.” Shrugging her shoulders, she leaned forward.
“How pathetic for the queen to lose her cool so quickly?” She taunted cruelly, Jack fumed dangerously next to me. “You can’t damage me. You can kill this body and all I have to do is find another one. Angel of darkness! Kill all of my hunters and give me their lives.” The hunters holding us hostage dropped to the ground, thousands of white glowing balls flowing into her. Panic gripped my face, reapers burst from the ground surrounding her. Death himself popped up next to me, one raise of his hand stopping them.
“I am going to bring these souls to Heaven. Take her out.” He commanded urgently, the balls floating into a worn leather sack hanging off of his wrists. “They are all dead. You did all that you could. Good luck.” The last ball of light floated into the sack, a snap of his finger signaling his disappearance. The three of us remained, a ball of shadowy energy building in her palm. A low hissing noise echoed around us, the delivery truck fading to the base of a dead twisted tree. Violet grass danced around me, a chill running up my spine. Gripping my scythe tightly, rage mixed with depression. Sauntering out from behind the tree, a single wave of her hand sent us a couple of yards away. Gone was the armor she wore, a tight leather number hugging her body. Violet needles rested in between her fingers, dead man’s blood dripped onto the grass.
“I suppose you want to hear about my tale and why I am doing this?” She mused with a wicked chuckle, licking the blood off her hand. “I have a bomb ticking away. The lovely thing will release a virus that will kill all of the monsters in the world. Humans will be infected with a magical mind control. Don’t worry about your friends. I killed them because they were annoying me. Do you know how hard it was to pretend to be friends with you and arrange your fucking role? I made a deal with your father to kill you. How did you like the little bonfire?” Wanting to charge at her, Jack held me back. Raising my scythe into the attack position, the corner of my lips curled into a snarl.
“You freaking bitch.” I growled through gritted teeth, leaping into the air. Raising her hands in the air, thousands of needles floated behind her. Flicking her wrists, the rain of needles tore through my body. Jack would die, my boots pushing off the branch. Covering Jack with my body, the needles struck me instead. A burning sensation coursed through my veins, inky sludge pouring from my eyes. Cracks lined her face as needles struck the tree, an idea coming to mind. Jack trembled underneath me, his eyes falling on the blackened veins coursing lining my porcelain skin.
“Shoot her in the hands. She can’t throw her needles if her wrists can’t move.” I wheezed, coughing up blood. Dragging him behind the tree, my chains blocked the needles heading towards Jack. His hand quaked, his bullets hitting everywhere but the target. Lining my free arm up with his, my hand steadied his.
“I can’t!” He protested with wet eyes, his mental state beyond repair. “My friends are dead. My friends are dead! She used to be my friend!” Shimmering teardrops crashed to the grass, the grass darkening to an inky black. Confusion dawned on his face the moment I held his gun underneath his eyes. Teardrops flooded the chamber, my hand guiding his hand to the level of his eyes. Getting behind him, I clicked the safety. Aiming for her palm, a quick yank sent a blackening bullet up her arm. A wave of relief washed over me the moment her needles glitched, the muzzle of his gun aimed for her other palm. Pulling the trigger, the bullet shattered her other arm. Dropping to her side, cracks echoed in the air. The cracks on her face had deepened, my attention turning towards her tree. Swinging my scythe into the tree, her shrill shrieks filled the air as flames raced into the center of the tree. Water snaked around their branches, my chains clinking their way around the thick trunk. Mouthing a silent spell, the needles floated out of me.
“Water from my heart! Flames of the Dead! Chains from my master! I call upon thee to burn the tree down, drown it from the inside. Choke the shit out of it.” I ordered sharply, each word hurting. “Final spell, turn my blood into venom for a witch.” Raising my right hand, a bell rang the moment the tip of my scythe made contact. Closing my fist, the needles dug themselves into the tree. Flames devoured her skin, cold water filled her lungs. Chains snaked up her body, a sea of fiery orange coloring her skin. My vision blurred, Jack snapping out of his paralyzed state. Raising his gun, a bullet whistled into the tree. The bullet being the last thing we needed, the tree decayed to dust along with her. The dimension crumbled away, my legs giving out. Leaning against the destroyed van, fresh tears flowed freely at the sight of our dead friends. Jack picked up one of their backpacks, his tears soaking the top of the bag. Pulling out a medical bag, he ripped out a needle filled with milky liquid. Jamming the needle into my leg, the effects of the venom dying down. Pressing my ear to the ground, an ominous ticking echoed in my ear. Tick, tick, tick! Feeling around the dirt, a metal door clanged underneath my hand. One look in Jack’s direction, he understood. Spinning the rusty handle, he lifted up the door. Gathering the rest of my strength, I popped in. Shutting the door behind me, the lock sealed my fate. Jack protested outside, the top refusing to budge, my heart sinking at the only option. The only way to stop the bomb was to set it off in a dome, the spell caster having to be in the center of it. Praying that my reaper side would keep me alive even Jack had to know that he didn’t stand a chance. Using my scythe as a walking stick, my feet moved with adrenaline. Sniffing the air, the sweet smell told me where to go. Limping through the twisted concrete halls, my breath hitched at the orange angry metal ball. Taking a deep breath, the image of my dead friends and that town I called home flashed in my mind. Pushing through, I sank to my knees. The last of my power built around my hands, a sad smile haunting my face the moment I placed my palms on the surface. A water dome glittered over me, reaper’s flames reinforcing it. Channeling the rest of my flames into core, the metal rattled violently. Preparing for the worst, a giant raven folded its wings around me.
“I will protect you no matter what.” Dr. Death promised warmly, his energy providing me safety as the chemical blasted everywhere but us. “Dissolve the poison.” The colorful particles lightened to a snow white, everything hitting me at once. Ruffling my hair, he disappeared back into my mind. Jack sprinted in, his shattered expression speaking volumes.
“I am so sorry I couldn’t save them.” I blubbered uncontrollably, falling to the floor. “I don’t deserve you. You should just k-” Rushing over to me, he clutched me desperately to his chest. Tears flowed freely, neither of us able to move. Laying back, the clarified chemicals reminding me of snow. A tortured wail burst from my lips, my quaking fingers clinging to his jacket. Saphiro and Hazard skidded to a stop, their faces dropping at the sight of us. Shaking our shoulders to see if we were alive, gracious grins brightened their features at us breathing. Their words faded in and out, a rough darkness enveloping me in it’s sea of madness.
Jerking awake, an eager Alex and Hazel hovered by the white hospital bed. Covering my eyes from the blinding lights, their arms embraced me from either side. Eloise smothered Jack in love, his numb expression matching mine. Bursting into tears, their smiling faces taunted me. Holding me tighter, his words faded in and out. Jack screamed for everyone to leave him alone. Kissing Hazel on the head, Alex dragged her out. Walking over to my bed, his little sister sulked out. Crawling in next to me, his head rested on my chest. Wail after wail burst from his lips, my slender hands being the only thing comforting him. These were his friends and now they were gone. The fault was all mine, guilt eating me raw from the inside. Hours passed like this, him going numb then screaming with raw emotional agony. Swinging his feet over the edge of the bed, he tugged on his boots.
“Are you coming?” He asked hoarsely, offering me his hand. “We need to go home and raise our family.” Accepting his hand cautiously, he yanked me to feet. Placing me on his back, the look in his eyes begged for me to rest my head on his back. Walking into the hall, he ignored the pleading nurses. Saphiro blocked his path, his depressed smile not helping the situation. Tugging anxiously on his navy vest, my mind chose to focus on the midnight black blouse underneath his vest. Clearing his throat, clammy sweat drenched his skin.
“Come with me.” He begged kindly, Jack seconds from saying no. “Please. I have a couple of things to show you.” Caving to his request, we walked for a solid ten minutes to the cemetery. Three caskets waited to be lowered to the ground, Jack dropping me. Struggling to my feet, my heart shattered at him draping his arms over the coffin. Whispering a prayer to them, he took a step back. Pulling me close to his waist, his sobs grew louder as they lowered the caskets into the ground. Death popped up behind us with three letters in his hands, his head bowed in respect to the dead bodies.
“These are from your friends. Call it one final letter.” He informed Jack sullenly, turning towards me. “Thank you for your services. Unfortunately, I can’t remove the curse.” Offering me his hand, my fingers curled around his hand. Shaking it once, he bowed in my direction. Pressing his palms together, a twinkle glinted in his eyes.
“Once everything settles down, we should get together to have tea. I am sorry for your loss.” He expressed serenely, understanding death but not the grief part. Snapping his fingers he was gone, an eager Jack reading the letters. Curiosity burned a bit but my inside voice told me to leave it alone. Tucking them into his pocket, he placed me on his back. Following Saphiro back into town, his crooked grin lit up his face for a quick second.
“They said not to lose you.” He chuckled softly, a bit of hope glinting in his eyes. “Time will heal my wounds.” Hundreds of eyes watched us enter back into town, my jaw dropping at the statue of the five of us. The plaque read the heroes of the dawn, the two of us unsure of what to feel. Jack thanked him profusely, Saphiro pointing to the Victorian mansion at the top of the nearby hill.
“That mansion is yours to conduct your business as well as living in it.” He promised earnestly, fresh tears flooding from my eyes. “We hope you choose this town as your home.” Jumping down, I cupped his hands. A tender blush rose to his cheeks, my real smile illuminating my features for the first time since yesterday.
“Only if you'll have me, good sir.” I returned politely, his brow cocking at my response. Alex ran up to me with the boys in his arms. Accepting them, life was okay. Please karma, grant me peace for the rest of my life.
Epilogue:
Alex had his head buried in his work, the twins ran around the yard. Elise read in the tree, the two kiddos looking so grown up. The morning sun bathed the idyllic scene, a good five years had passed. Holding my swollen bump, two wails snapped me out of my trance. Jack stepped out with our white haired twins Sammy and Raven, the one year old girls reaching for me. Their fiery orange and red eyes glittered with love, my arms scooping them up. Wrapping his arms around my bump, Mark was due in a couple of months.
“Alex, Elise!” He barked with his trademark grin as they rushed up to him. Elise smoothed out her white summer dress, Alex adjusting his glasses in a brisk manner. An irked look greeted him, his stern gaze shutting down any protest.
“Watch the boys for us.” He ordered lightly, passing them wrapped boxes. “I need to take your sister somewhere. Boys, go in and watch a show with your uncle and aunt.” Sprinting into the house, Alex shot him a thumbs up as he followed them inside. Guiding me down the hill and through the town, his beard kept capturing my attention. Grabbing three bouquets on the way, he dragged me to the cemetery. Stopping in front of our friends' graves, he laid a bouquet on each tombstone. Dusting off his navy designer suit, my simple orange summer dress felt like a sad attempt to match him. Rubbing my back, he kissed my bump.
“We came by to tell you how things are going. Alex and Elise are learning how to drive. Yeah, that is as scary as it sounds. Sammy and Raven’s birthday happened a couple of weeks ago. They are both one year old. Crazy, isn’t it?” He chatted pleasantly, happy tears welling up in his eyes. “We have one more on the way. It’s another boy. We are going to name him Mark. I miss you dummies every fucking day. I wouldn’t have survived if you gave me that letter. Thank you.” Wiping away his tears, Sammy and Raven cooed in my arms. Kissing the top of my head, Jack guided me to the square. Sitting me down at the fountain, he took the girls in his arms. Passing me a bundle of envelopes, they were all from the townsfolk and monsters all over the world.
“Word got out about where you live and they all wanted to write their thanks.” He explained jovially, sitting down next to me. “Read them tonight and write back. They would love to hear from you.” Flicking through the pile, this was going to take a while. Popping to my feet, I could sense that Alex was getting frustrated. Walking back home, the fact that people wanted to thank me touched my heart. Opening the door, my boys bounced towards me. Dragging me to the couch, one of Alex’s shows was playing. Climbing onto the couch next to me, Jack took the other seat next to me. Hazel skipped in, her long hair grazing the worn wooden floor. Sitting down by my feet, Elvira laid on her lap. Basking in the moment, this was how life was supposed to be. Thank you for the gift of a good life. All the tragedy led to this moment. All of the scars told the tale of my twisted journey here. Jack leaned his head on my shoulder, the boys laying on my lap. Playing with their hair, I hoped sincerely that this would never end.
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2023.06.07 21:07 endersgame69 Kayobi's Days Off C20

I have to admit, the structure of human societies still confused me. I learned from one of their books ‘Utopia’ that humans had long considered various ways in which their society could be made better, without suffering or poverty, starvation or disease, without want or people lording cruelly over others. Of course the word Utopia means ‘Nowhere’ so whether or not the author believed his vision was impossible, or whether he just meant his story was fictional, I couldn’t say.
Part of why this confused me is because most of the Universe was pretty quiet. There was no interstellar warfare at least. And because there was no need for ships of war, some civilizations expanded peacefully beyond their own worlds, colonizing moons, planets, even large asteroids. They even colonized space itself with roving fleets that grew over time, but which were completely unarmed save for sufficient protection against random stellar debris.
Thus more peaceful societies could create these more ‘utopian’ visions of existence with no need for a military force beyond keeping order at home.
This didn’t mean they were all ideal, some planets became dictatorial and oppressive nightmares, I’d visited a number of those, scouting before taking out a target.
Those societies all had one thing in common, bloated military budgets, they enriched the soldiers and despised the rest, and that was that.
I took pleasure in my work, removing those from life who decided one world was not enough, and more than once I wished we could target those who didn’t have galactic war ambitions. But that was against the rules, as long as it stayed to their own world, we would not interfere. They could trade, they could bargain, but if a blaster left their planet, their leadership would die. Thus most dictatorships secured themselves by limiting their ambitions.
What made human want distinct is their general disunity as a species, and the tendency toward a more stratified society. So the idea that a ‘few’ members of the community could be left starving while everybody else ate, was strange to me. So strange that it didn’t occur to me that the one doing my laundry right about now, might be left without enough to eat.
I still hadn’t forgiven him for what he did to Jin. But as I sat and watched the credits roll, I couldn’t help but think, ‘He’s making more sense, now.’
Asahi returned right around when I expected, though he was still wiping away a bloody nose, so I looked at him with a smirk and said simply, “Hentai.”
Asahi’s face turned red again but all he said was, “Uh, the laundry is done.”
“Good, just toss the bag in there and then…” I looked over the end of the couch at the clutter on the table in the kitchen, “Yeah, you’ll need to clear that off and then take out the trash.” I said, and then checked my phone.
“Right…” He mumbled, I could see he wasn’t happy about this, the way he hung his head, but he sullenly did as I said. Which was good, because not two minutes after he was returning from disposing of my trash, the pizzas arrived.
He stared dumb and wide eyed at the four square boxes and the three long boxes on top of that which held the side items I wanted. The two delivery boys gave polite little half bows as I accepted the stack and carried them to the table.
“Right, so, Asahi, you hungry or what?” I asked, and his stomach growled again.
“Wait, you’re… I can’t pay for this…” He looked with eyes like dinner plates at the feast, and he deeply inhaled to catch the scent of it all.
I shrugged. “You’re here, I have food. I may be what you call ‘gaijin’ but that doesn’t mean I’ve got no manners. You did what you needed to do and now it’s time to eat. I’m not going to shove pizza in your face hole,” I said and tapped the top box several times with the palm of my hand to beckon him over while putting my other hand on my hip, “but if you want to eat, get a paper plate, sit down, and eat.”
I opened the side dishes, mostly wings, bread sticks, cheesy things… then opened the pizza boxes.
Since I’d ordered from two places I had quite a variety, and far more than I needed. I said I felt guilty about maybe being hard on a hungry kid, even if I still think he sort of deserved it. But even so, kicking people while they’re down just isn’t my style.
I wouldn’t apologize, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to make it up to him, at least a little.
Asahi moved faster than I thought once his decision was made and he’d given in to his hunger, “As much as I want? Or…?” I nodded.
“I guess my eyes were bigger than my stomach on this one.” I smiled a little, “I ordered way too much. What we don’t finish, why don’t you take home?”
“Waght… far youf ferious?” He had a slize of pizza halfway into his face hole when he said that, so it came out very muffled and he tore a piece free, chewed, swallowed, and repeated himself.
“Are you serious?” He asked, his eyes had gone almost wild, like a hungry dog. “Like… you’re not making fun of me? You’re not going to like, make me beg or anything?”
I chewed my cheesy stick that I’d coated in marinara sauce and glowered over top of it at him until I could finish chewing and swallowing as well, then answered him. “What do I look like, a devil?”
“No… no I guess not but…” Asahi, “I just… you said you knew what I did to Jin, so I figured you’d want to get even.”
“I already did.” I answered. Of course I meant giving him a sound thrashing. But he probably thought I meant having him clean up my place and do my laundry.
But that was just a bonus on account of I hate chores.
“So, why’d you do it, anyway?” I asked. I had no hesitation about ‘painting’, but I won’t pretend I was never curious about people who did or wanted to do terrible things to guiltless people.
He tapped his hand on the pizza box. “Money for food. For laundry. For the public baths, for me, my cousins, and my parents, of course. A few punches and we’re covered for a few days.”
“Why not get a job?” I asked.
Asahi looked down at the plate. “I can’t.”
“What do you mean, you can’t?” I asked.
“What I said.” His hands were on the table and formed into angry fists, he glared down at the half eaten slice of pizza like it had insulted his mother.
“Your legs work. We know your hands work. Your brain works. So, what’s the problem?” I demanded, “Why’d you go and try to steal, or smack around a nice kid like Jin, or anyone else to get money, instead of getting real work?”
Maybe it was because he felt some actual guilt over the stuff he did, maybe it was because I implied he was even worse than he was, maybe he was just angry.
But whatever the reason, he snapped.
“We’re not allowed to have after school jobs unless it’s a family business! My dad’s got no business, my mom is sick all the time, and my cousins are… are different. They live with us because their parents are dead…accident… now they’re…simple. I have to mind them or they’ll get in trouble…there’s not enough to go around…” He glared at me, “Do you think I like that?! Alright, sure, it feels good to have some power and feel stronger than everybody else! But damnit who can feel proud of having nothing but problems?! I can’t get a job or I get expelled! Dad spends his time…away, and mom barely gets out of bed! I hate my life! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! What else is there for me to do?! Beg?! Isn’t it better to be a wolf than a leech?! At least I can have some pride in being kind of strong…now I’ve got nothing! I hate it all!” He screamed and smashed his fists on my table again and again and again.
“At least Jin gets to eat! He’s not going to starve because he actually has a store! He’s got a business! His mom is…”
“Dying.” I said, cutting him off.
He shut up.
I doubted he’d let any of that loose on purpose and I very much doubt he’d ever intended to. I’d normally credit my natural swapper charisma for that, but really I think it’s more that he just never got privacy to let any of it out and once he started? Well he’s a kid still, he didn’t know how to hold it back.
But hearing that his target’s mother was sick seemed to have brought him up short.
“She’s… really? You’re not kidding?” He asked, and I shook my head. “So… I smacked around a kid with one dead parent and one dying one…?” His lower lip began to quiver.
“Why am I such shit?!” He began to blubber at the table as the enormity of what he’d done began to settle in over him, “Why? I didn’t know… I didn’t mean to…I’m sorry. I’m sorry, OK?”
I got the distinct feeling he was underselling his own mother’s condition and probably what his own father was doing for ‘work’.
“I’m not the one you did anything to.” I pointed out. “Listen, maybe she won’t die, things can turn around in an instant, you know? And alright, so…” I picked up another slice and began to devour the rich, greasy deliciousness, I especially loved the little spicy red flakes. They added a stellar kick to the food, and when I’d finished the slice down to the curved crust I leveled the bread at him while I said…
“Listen, tell you what, you layoff picking on anyone or stealing, and do some stuff for me. It won’t technically be a job. You just ‘happen’ to do my laundry when you’re doing yours. You just ‘happen’ to take away my leftovers after clearing out my kitchen. And of course when you’re cleaning up, if you ‘happen’ to just find money in the couch cushions, finders keepers. Sound fair?”
“You’d… do that?” Asahi asked, sniffling a little as he little by little gained some control over himself again.
“Yeah,” I gave a flippant wave, “why not. I hate chores. With the burning fire of a thousand suns do I hate them. Plus I always end up ordering more food than I mean to, it’d be a shame to let it go to waste.”
“I… yeah, yeah I’ll do it. I’ll come by every day, I swear!” Asahi said with a rapidfire nod of his head.
“Good, so… go ahead and eat whatever else you want, then take the rest with you. Except for my chicken wings, I will murder you if you try to take my chicken wings.” I said and brought that one box close to my chest as if I were protecting a baby.
I cracked a smile, just a little, and he managed to let out a feeble laugh. “Use the bathroom to wash your face before you go. And I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After he was gone I made a mental note to take money out of the ATM in the store. I'd need to start making a habit of ‘losing’ money in the couch after all.
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2023.06.07 21:06 arandomnamebcihadto Weirdly high water bill (FL)

I was wondering what an average water bill in Florida is? Our apartment came under new management and they are asking for $130!! for water per month.
We do have a small dishwasher but we do not have a washer dryer and it’s only two of us (a couple) in a 1BD/1BA. It’s about 700-750 square feet. We’re trying to ask to see a bill and they’re being really slum lordy threatening to evict us despite us living there for almost two years and we’ve always been on time for payments. We just don’t want to pay that large amount until we see why.
We didn’t used to have to pay a water bill but new management alleges we owe them $130 monthly now. What gives? Is this normal? Do we have any course of action or should we just pay it and shut up?
A neighbor alleged they broke a pipe and are trying to charge us tenants for it. I wish I could warn people away from this management company as they are super aggressive and threaten people and nickel and dime them. I feel really stressed which sucks because I love our apartment and neighborhood otherwise but maybe this is just the price for watewater waste now and I’m out of touch?
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2023.06.07 21:05 Maelle85 Went to get a second opinion... well it was a shit show

Sorry English is not my first language.
So I went on May 17th to an ortho to get a price offer for invisalign treatment. (I booked a longer appointment so that I would get out with all the information in my hand.) Everything went well except they were not able to tell me if a lower front tooth had to be removed or not. I was given a price for a estimated 18 months treatment. I just had to sign to get started. I said I wanted to know if my tooth had to be pulled or not (I would not follow the treatment if it needed to be pulled anyway). I was told the ortho needed to evaluate the exams that had been made on that day and that I would have a response in max 1 month. Keep in mind that I did not get any visual simulations or anything... Only a price. I asked through mail if the price would change if the treatment lasted longer. They said it was the final price. I came to reddit and was told to get a second opinion. Do I did.
I called another ortho that is listed on the invisalign website and explained I wanted a second opinion (mostly for the tooth that would or not need to be extracted). I told them that all the exams had been made, my teeth had been scanned and they told me they would call the 1st ortho to get it all and that I would have a price offer at the end of the appointment. Well that second appointment was today. The ortho came in and told me she did not have the exams results. I explained again that I did all of it, but did not get a simulation, only a price offer. And that her assistant had confirmed by email that she had everything fort the ortho to be able to give me a price... So the assistant calls the 1st ortho, and they flat out refused to send them the results. They said it was private information and that they're could only send it to me. So I told the assistant that they could send it to me, and i would forward it. They did, but did not send the 3d scans of my teeth. The 2nd ortho was unhappy but told me she would ask the info through the invisalign website, which would take 2 to 3 weeks... For this, she needed me to sign a paper asking for the official tranfert of my data to them. The 2nd ortho started even doubting that the 1st ortho made an offer for invisalign trays, and maybe another brand, which was not compatible with the invisalign program. The 2nd ortho booked a new appointment with me in 3 weeks. She was absolutely certain it was not necessary to pull the tooth and even pointed out that there would be some problems if she did. She also saw there were some other problems with my mouth. She told me I would at least need 33 trays, probably more 50 trays, and that the cost would be between 4.500 eur and 5.000 eur. By our next appointment she promised me she would show me 2 simulations: one with all my actual teeth, and one with the tooth removed (in order to show me the problems that it would cause). I was really relieved by the way she reacted and the thorough auscultation she made.
So now I am kinda back to square 1.
I plan to call the 1st ortho tomorrow to clear up some things: I paid for those scans so I should be getting them if I ask, and I want them to send them to the 2nd ortho for a second opinion. When will I know if the ortho thinks a tooth needs to be pulled ? I was told this would be be communicated by phonecall, so my understanding is that there are no visual simulations. If I am to be shown visuals, why was I not offered another appointment to do so? Why send me a price offer for an estimated treatment duration (which i have to sign for the treatment to begin), if it is not based on the definitive treatment ? I booked a longer appointment with the promise I would have all the info to make a decision... If the 2nd ortho asks for the transfer of my data, will the 1st one still have access to it if I choose to go through them?
I am honestly at loss here... Why is everything so complicated?...
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2023.06.07 21:04 911one87 WNBA PICKS 07/06/2023

Bet Record: 32-38 Individual Picks: 33-40

Tuesdays Picks 06/06/2023

Las Vegas Aces Vs. Connecticut Sun @7PM

Las Vegas -5.5✅ F: 90-84 LV
LV/CON OVER 167.5 ✅ T: 174
DeWanna Bonner O17.5 PTS❌ T: 5
Chelsea Grey 20+ PTS (.5 u) ❌ T: 14
Aces Win By 11+ PTS (.5 u) ❌ +6 PTS

Indiana Fever Vs. Chicago Sky @8PM

Chicago Sky -5.5❌ F: 108-103 CHI / OT
IND/CHI UNDER 157.5❌ T: 211
Kahleah Copper 20+ PTS ✅ T: 24
Dana Evans O9.5 PTS ✅ T: 20

Los Angeles Sparks Vs. Seattle Storm @10

LA Sparks -3.5 ❌ F: 66-63 SEA
LA/SEA OVER 164.5 ❌ T: 129
Ezi Magbegor 15+ PTS ❌ T: 13
Chiney Ogwumike U5.5 REB PUSH -DNS (FOOT INJURY)
_**Last night was tough. A couple tight games, Chicago almost covered the spread in OT. Seattle and LA couldn’t seem to make buckets all game, both teams shot less than 40% from the field.
Todays Picks 07/06/2023

Minnesota Lynx Vs. NY Liberty @7PM

Minnesota Lynx +14.5 odds -118
MIN/NY OVER 163.5 odds -110
Tiffany Mitchell 15+ PTS odds +180
Napheesa Collier O19.5 PTS odds +100
Napheesa Collier O6.5 REB odds +100
Kayla McBride O15.5 PTS odds +100
** Kayla McBride 20+ PTS** (.5 u) odds +245
Minnesota Lynx ML (.5 u) odds +790
Minnesota Lynx First Half (.5u) odds +370
Phoenix Mercury Vs. Dallas Wings @8PM
Phoenix Mercury +4.5 odds -105
PHX/DAL OVER 167.5 odds -110
Phoenix Mercury ML (.5 u) odds +168
Natasha Howard U17.5 PTS odds +100
As always BOL to anyone tailing! Went a little heavy on the Lynx but they’re good y’all I feel it in my jimmies
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2023.06.07 21:02 Bonk-the-jellyfish I don’t know wether I should take the job offer

I don’t know whether I should take the job offer
Currently I work a retail job at a clothing store for £7.60/hr on a 12hr contract. I had been looking elsewhere and I was offered a position in a mobile store so selling contracts, phones etc for £10.43/hr on a 16-20hr contract. The thing is I don’t know wether I should take it or not. Currently I kinda resent going to work at my current job, i’m fine when I’m there I don’t mind it as it’s easy work, it’s just getting up on the day and the days when I don’t have to work I resent it. Im also kind of scared to start a new job (especially as I know nothing about phones or contracts) which i guess is normal but if it all goes to shit and I hate it and then I quit then I’m back to square 1.
The only reason I applied was because it was offering living wage whereas my current job pays minimum wage for my age. I only got this current job mid-march and told myself it was just a filler job till I found something that paid living wage but now I’m sort of settled there. the people I work with are nice and they’re mostly just a little older than me most being early to mid twenties. At this new place it seems most people are 30s maybe 40s with like 1 or 2 few younger staff so I don’t think I’ll be able to connect with them very well.
The extra money is more just a want for me not a need. I live at home with my parents and I’m not studying or anything so I don’t have those kind of big expenses, I just pay for my driving lessons, transport to work and that’s about it.
Honestly I think a lot of my hate to my current job stems from comparing it to the seasonal job I had last year. It was amazing, I loved all the staff there, I was doing 25+ hours a week, it was living wage, it was so fun and I was able to use that money afterwards to go on my dream holiday to Korea. But despite my absolute best attempts I didn’t get kept on after Christmas. Honestly if where I worked as a seasonal offered me a permanent position tomorrow, I’d jump on it in a heartbeat but that’s not possible unfortunately
Do I just bite the bullet and take the new job and just hope to god it’s not awful or do I stick out my current job and possibly just ask for more hours?
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