So the other day I got back on my XBox 360 and started Lego Star Wars 3 to play through the game again, but I've been running into new bugs I've never seen before. The games been freezing up, space challenges haven't showed up, characters disappearing in cutscenes and hubs, the hub menu hasn't showed up, its weird. I feel like I'm going crazy, because the games feels like it's changed. At the beginning of Hostage Crisis, the Senate Comandos came down from the sky on ropes, instead of coming out of the door like normal. I also got Geonosis Obi Wan in Free Play, which I swear couldn't happen before. If there's anything I can do to fix it please tell me, but at least tell me I'm not going crazy.

Boyfriend allowed his racist friend to visit him at our place on his birthday
My boyfriend (now, ex) and I lived in a shared student apartment. I was the only person of color and there have been multiple incidents in front of him where if something goes wrong, it's indirectly pointed towards me ( like the shared money missing) especially by another roomate, P. Couple of these incidents have happened in front of him and we never addressed it cause.. what is there to say.. it's so obvious that we (I) usually try to shrug it off. P and her bf (who was also a roommate and somewhat like a friend) moved out after her studies got over to a nearby apartment. Before she left I confronted her and she denied everything and she went around saying to other in the apartment that I said some nasty things to her and tried to hurt her. I never addressed this, my problem was with her and I wanted to give her a chance to explain herself and kind of sort things out before leaving. Well, it didn't go that way.
It was my bf' s birthday and P's bf wrote to him prior asking whether it's okey for them to come by and wish him and he says yes to it and doesn't tell me anything about it. On his birthday evening, I made a birthday cake and was making a dinner for us ( he doesn't have any friends in this town) when P and her boyfriend comes in with a cake to our apartment, invites other apartment members ( some of them who are new and don't even know my bf well, we don't decide who lives with us, it's run by a management) and throws a small birthday party in our kitchen. I leave and go to my room when they are there. I was in a way happy that my boyfriend had a good evening but pissed that knowing the history they should have asked me atleast.
So, after they have all gone..I write to P's bf that ' it was nice of you to visit him, but next time ...it would be great if you let me know in advance ". I tell this to my bf ( about the message I sent) and he gets upset and tells me that they had asked him yesterday whether it was okey for them to drop by, but he didn't expect a party of any sort like what happened and then he shuts off and avoids looking at me, he is bit pissed. I get really upset and I leave his room and throw a plastic bottle at him before leaving.. I asked him to apologize for hurting me and he refused to do that.
My bf ( now - ex) is conflict averse. This happened sometime back. I talked to a friend then and she advised me to talk about my feelings than putting the blame on him, even though it's his fault cause some people shut down when you accuse them. When I did that, he just nodded and didn't say anything much and I let it go. I didn't want P to have the power to ruin my mood and I also thought I should accept that my boyfriend is conflict averse and it's not about me and no one is perfect....it's unfair for me expect others to stand up for myself, I felt I was able to stand up for myself and it's unfair of me to force others to act in a way that makes them uncomfortable and if I really love him, then I have to accept him with his flaws and not force him to change.
Now, why I am writing this is because, after the breakup I have been trying to see my and his issues that led to this place.
I don't want to repeat the same mistakes in future.
Can someone point out my red flags in this incident here and if my justification was valid or healthy or was it a sign of low self-esteem?
TLDR: Got upset at my bf for hiding from me that he allowed his friends who in the past have been racist/ rude to me for to visit our shared space on his birthday and throw him a small party.
I suspect my boyfriend to be avoidant and i want to know the POV in the scenario from people who identify with avoidant attachment style.

Despite all the science fiction/magic bullshit that goes on in the show, this is one thing I can never get over: Living beings surviving in the vacuum of space unsupported, and sound being able to travel with no assistance. It's not even that space in this series is filled with some "element X" that maintains atmospheric pressure, since space is definitely called a vacuum. But so many aliens, despite being alive and having a working circulatory system somehow are completely unaffected by being exposed to total vacuum.
Like, Humongosaur is jettisoned into space and Pierce treats it as a minor inconvenience "He's strong enough to survive out there for a few minutes" no he fucking isn't strength has nothing to do with surviving in a vacuum. Or when Frankenstrike is fighting Zs'kayr in OS and Zs'kayr points out that Ben will die because of the vacuum once he times out. Or when the Vreedles have a casual conversation with that police bot (granted you could argue that they are robots, but they still shouldn't be able to "roll down the window" and talk normally without some sort of mic). This isn't just a one series problem, this happens throughout the prime continuity. I can't speak for the reboot as I haven't seen all of it, but I won't be surprised if there are any scenes like this.
Then there's fuckin Jetray who can somehow maneuver in space with wings? And enter fuckin hyperspace by himself???
Sorry, I just had to get this off my chest. Rant over.

God brings me revelations in the morning. And it's a big one this morning, but in short, beings from this earth (demons) will pose as extraterrestrials. They literally won't be "extraterrestrial".
Recently I've learn that we don't ever see these UFOs coming down from orbit but rather them coming from the ocean. (Articles of the kind are easy enough to Google) Using reason, I don't believe they live in the ocean but rather under the ocean, in the ground under our feet. To my understanding, beings that live underground are demons. This is just a new piece of the puzzle I've recently learned.
With this new "UFO whistleblower", it is no coincidence that this all is happening at the same time AI is finally taking off.
The great deception is coming to ahead.
( This is rather an old revelation God had given me but with new clarity. I had fallen away from christ but I have now recently rededicated my life to christ.)
I believe the bible is the infallible word of God, and I know in my heart God and Jesus are real, and if there were actual extraterrestrials I don't believe God would have neglected to that mention, or ever even infer it.

I plan on proposing to my girlfriend while watching The Princess Bride and need help narrowing down "the moment."
For some context, I booked us tickets to one of those "eat what's on screen" events. Basically the movie is played and throughout the movie, courses and drinks themed to the scenes currently on screen come out.
My girlfriend has very adamantly said she wants to do something like this, and I don't think she has any idea an event like this is happening in our town. It seems like a perfect moment to me, especially knowing how much she loves this movie.
I've seen The Princess Bride, but it's been a minute. We live together and currently she is home most of the time. So finding time to rewatch the movie on my own to look for a scene would be difficult without possibly tipping her off.
I plan on reaching out to the venue to see if we can coordinate anything special, but I'd like to have a starting point to at least begin discussions with them.
With all that said, any ideas? Any suggestions are greatly appreciated!

So I've seen a LOT of hate recently about Indians on the Internet. I saw a post about a guy that hates being Indian.
While I wasn't born in India, I currently live in the UK and was born in the Caribbean. I see a lot of my fellow Indo Caribbean people claiming only to be from the Caribbean as they are ashamed to be Indian.
Although I don't speak the language, or may not be as authentic as someone who actually lives there I am SO proud to have Indian ancestry.
I love the music. I love the culture. The country looks beautiful and I would love the visit one day. The clothing is so beautiful and vibrant. Indian cuisine is delicious. I always see people calling it 'dirty', and yes some of those street food vendors do look unhygienic but if cooked safely the food is amazing.
I LOVE my brown skin, my black hair and dark eyes. My skin, my nose, my features are a combination of both my Indian parents and they are my world. They have taught brought me up educated but shown me such love. They've taught me generosity. How to cook. How to respect people. How to live.
I think people think they can 'bully' Indian people because they don't usually fight back. A lot of people seem ashamed to be called Indian, yet if they are mistaken for being from another country they'd be so happy. I beg, if you are Indian and someone makes fun of you stand up for yourself. Don't sit back and watch people demean you and your people.
I have many Pakistani and Bangladeshi friends and we have similar cultures. South Asian culture is beautiful. I love the focus on family.
I know Indians aren't perfect. The colourism and caste system itself is an example how how even within out own people, it's seen as shameful to look 'too Indian'. Every culture has it's problems though.
Indian and South asian men are beautiful. I see many who feel undesired but I love them. They are home to me. I love their beards, their kind eyes, their beautiful brown skin. I love a man with a 'freshie' accent. It's the cutest thing ever. I would love if my future husband was South Asian. I want my children to have glowing caramel skin and my curly black hair. I want to see myself in them. I want to see my parents and my ancestors in them.
If anyone looks down on Indians, you can suck a big back of dicks.

this got deleted just now so here it is again.
me and my gf have been dating for almost 4 months. during the school year, we were both busy, especially her because she wanted to take her LSATS, which we both know is a huge deal. However, despite her busy schedule, we never had issues and still spent time tg nearly every day. we started long distance on May 22nd due to the summer ( i live about 3 hours from her). before LD, we have a convo and agreed to try it out, and that we would talk about any problems we had. we also discussed communication styles before and after LSAT and came to an agreement. For the past 3 weeks, LD hasnt been too bad, we texted everyday, facetimed every week, and nothing seemed to be going wrong. However, she did become a little more distant a few days prior to this event (i will get into it), still texted me everyday and not dry, just not as frequent. I called her on Sunday night to tell her ive been feeling this way, but that it was not something I wanted to make an issue bc i knew her LSAT was this week and i know she is stressed AF. We had a small talk, and when i asked her if she wanted to say anything, she hesitates, and says somehting along the lines of "i think i have something on my mind but it has to wait until after the LSAT." naturally, i freaked out a little. During our back and forth, here are the important details: 1) it is not a positive thing, 2) she wants to make sure the LSAT isnt messing with her, 3) it would require a long call, 4) she cant exactly put it to words. At that point, as an overthinker, I thought she was going to dump me. So i told her "if its what im thinking i would rather not get strung along." at the end, she said "you are not getting completely strung along..." and after that i kind of blanked out bc i just got so confused.
Im mostly just upset bc she spilled this information on me and then refused to talk about it. During the call, I asked her if she needed space this week to properly think, she said she didnt and that she would not mind me texting her still. however, I still thought it would be nice to give her at least a little space, so the day after the call, I gave her space the entire day, and at night i texted her how her day went, this is how the convo went:
me: "how was your day"
her: it was alright. how about you
me: honestly not too good, ive been worried about the convo from last night. but work went well.
her: thats nice.
Tell me if im being dramatic, but i thought her response was very cold. She never texts that dryly, and i know she knows that it was not a good response. My thinking is thats her way of putting her foot down and telling me she does not want to talk about it, however, I dont think me telling her the truth about my day was a bad thing, nor was i trying to get an info out of her. I just wanted to be vulnerable with her, plus i didnt want to LIE and say my day was great when I was a mess at work and at home. Its Wed now, and we still have about 2-3 days before she actually tells me whats going on. We did not text all day yesterday. At this point, Ive grew numb, and just told myself to prepare for the worst. But I wanted to know if i should still hold onto some hope.

Hear me out here.... I am 35 and live in a small town now so OLD has become the best option so I can date in a big UK city. When I was younger I always met girls and never had to date. Turns out though that picking girlfriends based on the housemates or work colleagues that would sleep with you wasn't a successful long term strategy.
So I've always had a type but that type has caused lots of problems in the past and I am trying to be a bit more open minded. For those that are curious my type is cute brunette who is shy but a little weird/crazy. The thing is, it's causing a bunch of such polar opposite interactions that I am just confused. Do any of you go in this with a set goal of what you are looking for? I'm a pretty easy guy to have a conversation with so usually it goes well but is that enough to continue seeing them? Am I going to meet people and belike YEP YOU ARE IT? THIS IS WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR.
I am talking about now having dates with age ranges from 28-38. Women who are still renting rooms to those owning houses (nothing wrong with either). Some give me the vibes of my unhinged ex but can't tell if I am just projecting that due to it being so traumatic. Some give off calm energy and I can't tell if I am just comparing to the fun I used to have that wasn't sustaintable. Some are quite spiritual but lack other interests, some are more travel companions but like alcohol alot more than I do.
I am pretty sure one of the women I have spoken to would be keen to keep progressing and I worry I will get into a situation where I think 'yea this is nice, let's give it a go' but is that settling? How do you know? Should I be committing to dating various women over a 3 or 6 month period? I get anxious that the rest of my life will be decided on who I choose to be a partner.
I should also say one thing I'm picking up from all of this at my age is there are alot of women who are very eager to settle down. I can't tell if they are doing everything right because they want kids and I am a very suitable partner. When I was in my 20's at least I knew there was less of a worry about this for them. It almost feels like they have made the decision to stop looking for that connection and settle down and try and find it.

Three companies agree to pay more than $1 billion to settle ‘forever chemical’ claims, was the claim, apropros of which..

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u/AdClemson said 1 day ago,

This essentially means the Government has fined these companies $1 Billion and has also fined the victims (general public) additional $4 Billions to pay for the damages that was incurred on them by those companies.

...and then u/aitorbk had replied, 1 day ago, quite wisely,

To solve only partly the issue.

As the name implies, it is a forever problem.

I then replied, just now, and,in agreement, Succinctly,

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...and it's an everywhere problem, which, I dunno, sure makes even the notion of remunerative damages sound a little cheap, not to mention that it's,
https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2023/feb/23/revealed-scale-of-forever-chemical-pollution-across-uk-and-europe
One Dollar Thirty-Four Cents per each European Tainted,

"and that's just the Europeans!"

Not like they're getting the Dollar-thirty-four anyway, and it's not like,

New Rainwater

Can Purchased, like, at all, and it's not like there was much of Great Tragedy, even, it's like finding out that those cheap window-blinds that come default in rental apartments have poisoned the entire air, Yes, But They'd Been Saleable and Inexpensive, and, in that respect, convenient; like, in all seriousness, non-stick pans.
Non-Stick Pans.
Stain Resistant Carpets.
...were these good-carpets, keepers, and the more I read,

Fire-Retardants

The Less that sounds like an irreplaceable duty, the more it sounds like an absolute worst-use case for,

• "____," doesn't burn to exhaustion, and it can't be the environmental concern, if the compounds have a half-life,
• In Exchange for the Permanent Contamination of, "unknown gallons of,"

To claim that it's saved lives would be to claim that there has been no alternative to extinguish the fires we've, ourselves, engineered, in the sense that we're not talking, you know, Volcanoes, we're talking, engineered structures and systems with no reliable backstop in the fire-extinguisher-realm of consideration, I dunno, asbestos might have been a safer means to put those fires out, prolly,

PFAS chemicals are widely used to coat paper and cardboard wrappers for fast food and bakery goods

Shouldn't be, should Never Have Been, what a dumb reason to poison the earth face-first, wet leaves found in the yard would have been a better option to coat paper and cardboard wrappers for fast food and bakery goods, we serve the bakery-goods in boxes sprayed down with automobile transmission fluid because of it's unique properties that keep the cardboard box clean while you drive home from the bakery, good idea, Much better idea insofar as I, alone, Will Swallow the Poison With The Baked Treats, shall not have to grieve for the rainwaters,
...and I'd be more impressed with our umbrellas we have received in return for this Eschatalogical Mortgage of the Earth Itself, except, we had goddamned umbrellas in the 19th Century; I'll be honest:
Waxed Fabric exists, just like Wax on Fabric Works Fine, and Pans had been fine-enough to figure out how to use the whole time we've had both fire and Metallurgy, even the Roman Routine of Wine Mulled in Lead Pots because it fucks you up and tastes funny, honestly, as with the transmission fluid hypothetical, that's fine, relative, these sorts of bargains; and the Romans knew, their doctors wrote about it, people, are, just like that sometimes.
Not usually, this much, for such dumb reasons, as, and I swear it's this:

• Saleable, we can convince people to throw out all of their perfectly, fine, pots and Pans, due to some new sales pitch made available through the miracle of chemistry, likewise,
• I was just at a bunch of High-End Outdoors stores with my brother, Waxed, I think, cotton, Fabric Coats those will cost you a good $650 not because it's that expensive for the wax and the cotton, it's just, those are nice coats; I'd feel the Drama of this situation a little more clearly, if there were some wonderous coats we all had to envy, gosh I wish I ever could have one, and it is a shame they're drenched in an eternal poison, but, Handsome, though, no, it's the cheap ones, which, H&M'ed there way, into the front hall closets for when it's wet I guess
• ughh, I mean, I hear they're used in all manner of products and industries, what I don't hear, and this to Tl;DR, is I don't hear a single thing, of some real value, they've enabled us to have and it's not stain-resistance in Carpets that Don't Have Gold-Spun Tapestries, carpets worth keeping, from the 1300's still exist, I have wood floors, all the houses everywhere around me have 100 year old wood floors, area rugs are nice I guess but jesus fucking christ, man, if it had to be bare wood floors, and just, woven, kinda, those rough rugs I guess maybe that would have been fine I guess jesus Louisus So Stupid; we talk about,

America Needs Mourning, Americans need to deal with the Losses

So Much man, you know, I read this thing, on, OK Doomer, about, Parentism, Parentification, and I keep thinking about it; I know these things, differently, competent parents, very, sick sibling, I know these things and I know what she means and I do recognize that in the broader culture; I think of Simone de Beauvoir's claim that sometimes one must dehumanize the tyranical and that maybe that this, also, is what she means, from a different angle, insofar as it's an implied discursive, rather than material, difference, to do so, and that the difference would be that it removes the pretext of a care which happens, in fact, backwards, removes the face of the false authority; I think of how, incredibly, gerontocratic not merely, the empowerment structures, I guess, but their figureheads, and I wonder to what degree this is for the same reason as the late soviet union, and, also, identical to what she means in, "Parentification," insofar as there is some real limit to what one could even imagine responding, to, a Joe Biden delivering his practiced lines about abstract jobs numbers, no one's job in particular and if in particular an prepared particular and Responding, Joe, I think that we need to Bring Back Mourning Cults of the Late 19th Century I think that We Need to Wear Black Ribbons for our Dead, Joe, I'd say, this, to you, and I just did; but one can't even fantasize of the conversation with our fathers of society, "they're just not, there, enough, to believe that they'd have some real understanding, of, anything so unexpected in response to their, I don't know, and Imagine the same with Giuliani Drunk and Hair Dye Streaking Down His Face, a child in the hands of his victimized personal assistant, herself, without any, whatsoever, power over even her own life, the fuck would it even mean to say, to Guliani, "I think that we should all be wearing black ribbons for our dead people."
Even some of the most wicked young men who have led this country, I could imagine, talking, with in depth and for a long time about this.

37F 5’10 250 lbs Hispanic
Wellbutrin SR 75TW for disordered eating
Hoping for some guidance to identify and know what to ask to treat some really unexpected and stubborn body fat gain.I've gained about 60 pounds in the last 3 1/2 years, this is the heaviest I have ever been in my life. I had my thyroid checked since my sister and father have hypothyroidism, so I was sure that was it.
My blood tests came back normal (slightly high cholesterol, slightly low iron). So while I didn’t get an answer, happy to see I’m in good health.
Now my weight has been up and down my entire life - I was obese as a child and have struggled mentally and physically with this since I was 9. I would say that it’s always been “easy” to gain and super difficult to lose or maintain. I have had periods of disordered weight management behavior though I have no official diagnosis.
In 2017 was my last period of restriction. It took about six months of heavy restriction to lose probably 20-25 pounds (I got down to 180). I was consuming between 1000-1200 kcal a day, and running 3-5 times a week.
I worked retail and lived in a major city. I would be walking several miles a day just by proxy of my life, and on my feet at work. This was not enough to maintain. Since then I’ve moved to the suburbs and work from home, which is when I think the major weight gain started. I was also in a serious depression so I wonder if that contributed.
I think what concerns me is how little I have to eat in order to lose fat. As I’ve gained over the past few years I have been doing everything in my power not to slip into those DE habits again. But it’s been difficult
.About a year ago I went plant-based / gut health focused for my diet. I am not counting calories but I am being cautious of portion sizes. I don’t snack a lot and while I’m not nearly as active as I used to be I am still trying to do 2 miles of walking every day (5 days a week at the least). I’m starting to incorporate strength training since April. So far, it’s slowed the gain but nothing seems to be working
.I’m thinking of asking my doctor for medical intervention at this point, I’m just not sure what to ask for. I don’t qualify to have insurance cover surgery, and I don’t think I want to go to that extreme but I am starting to feel a little desperate. This is something that impacts my mental and emotional health a lot which is why even though on paper I am healthy, I want to get down to something closer to average-sized.
THank you for reading

TLDR at the end. This happened when I had only just moved from home and got my own place. Super proud of myself as I’d saved like a demon and bought (with mortgage, obviously) my first place. Lovely little 2 bed flat in a slightly rough area but I loved it and it was all mine!
My mum and step-dad came to visit for a few days a few months after I was settled in, nicely decorated in my style, all my own furniture. One of the evenings they stayed I had to work a late shift. They planned to go out for dinner and to the pub and I left them to it. Came home at 11pm and my mum had moved nearly all of the furniture around and all my books and kitchen stuff were moved to different shelves or cupboards. She even moved my bed in my room so when I opened the bedroom door it hit the bed. I was pissed. So I angrily fixed what I could that night before going to bed. Spoke to her about it the next day, explained its my home and I had it how I liked it so stop please. I put everything else back which took hours, she grumbled the whole time that it looked better her way. Their last day I nipped out to the shops to get us some nice bits for lunch and in the hour I was gone she’d done it again. Moved all my kitchen stuff around to where she liked it. Again I told her off, my house, my rules. She still maintained it was better her way and I should just let her crack on. Fine, I let her do what she wanted and put stuff back when they left.
My revenge, I went to visit their house 6 months later and did it to her.
She went out to work one day and I rearranged every bit of furniture I could by myself. Everything. Swapped the dining room and living room furniture over so you had to walk food through the living room and across the hallway to get to the dining room. Swapped their bedroom and guest room curtains over (the windows were different sizes so their now bedroom curtains were 2 foot too short). Even the pointless little things like moving the spoons to a different side of the drawer and moved every photo on the walls to a different wall. Rearranged the fridge. Took me 7 hours. My step dad was home while I did it and laughed his head off the whole time. He refused to help but understood so let me crack on.
Neither me nor my step dad said anything when she got home, we just sat watching tv (which was now in what was their dining room) and I asked her how was work. She didn’t say a word. She walked round the house, taking it all in, for 20 minutes. Then came and sat down, looked at me and said “point taken”. They’d put it back to how it was the next time I visited.
We’ve not spoken of it since.
TLDR: my mum moved my furniture in my new house so I rearranged her whole house in return.

New owner, sitting down in my living room having my morning coffee, and I hear my truck (seemingly) raising/lowering in the garage. I think it’s raising and lowering, because it sounds similar to when my husband raises it to meet his height, but of course I can’t be sure because I’m inside the house and it’s in the garage. We aren’t yet connected to the app (going on 8 days now since we bought it used and initiated transfer), and the keys are all hanging in the foyer. Any ideas why I’m hearing my truck when no one is around? I searched through past posts but couldn’t find an answer…

My (20F) friend “John” (22M) and I have been friends for about 2.5 years now. I’m currently taking OChem II with Laboratory as a summer class (5 credit hours). It’s a huge workload to adjust to. I have my first test this morning and my first pre-lab was due last night (6 June 23:59), first lab today. John has historically been really good at calming me down when I get really worked up about something.
I love drinking sparkling water, I like the sensation and it calms me down, but unfortunately I’m out right now and haven’t had time to go to the grocery store to get more. My friend John and his roommate have loads of Coke and Dr. Pepper stocked up in their apartment, and they live a block away from me. I texted John I was stressing out, and politely asked him if he could bring me a Dr. Pepper (as a substitute for the bubbles) and come over to help me calm down. We regularly visit each others’ apartments at any time of the day on short notice because we live so close and are good at replying to texts right away.
John replied, “You want me, at 12:06 AM, to bring you a caffeinated beverage, which WILL keep you up, on the night of a test?” I know Dr. Pepper doesn’t have much caffeine and won’t keep me up, and I have evidence to back it up. I sleep like a rock almost every night no matter what’s going on in my life. I know I’m very unusual and blessed in this area. Caffeine doesn’t have much of an effect on me, it’s weird. You’d think my friend of 2.5 years would know me better. John and I went back and forth about my ability to sleep with a little caffeine in my system. He compared me to his roommate who drinks the majority of the soda between them and constantly complains that he is tired. He was trying to falsify what I had said, claiming I had made a “fallacy by anecdote.” He pulls out fancy words that mean shit to me all the time, which just made me more angry. I said, “I’m not [roommate’s name],” to which he replied, “Ur acting like him.”
I finally just asked why he’s harping on me when I definitely drink less soda than him, and I just wanted the bubbles and a little bit of comfort. I said if I’d known he was going to be an ass about it, I would have just gone to a 24/7 fast food drive thru to save myself time instead of arguing with him. Then he claimed the above question “You want me, at 12:06 AM …” was just rhetorical and then changed the subject by asking if I feel prepared for my test tomorrow. He does this when he doesn’t want to deal with something, I feel like it happens most often when I’m angry with him and call him on his crap. I haven’t been answering his texts, I started writing this post and am seriously considering going to a drive thru before continuing to study.
I know John is just trying to look out for me and my best interest, but sometimes I feel like he’s a bit overbearing and controlling over trivial things like this. AITA for how I reacted when John wouldn’t bring me a Dr. Pepper?

As an old time diablo fan (i have books and such) and a lore nerd i have just finished main campaign with my necromancer. And i shoukd say I am VERY disappointed. The moment servers go live i created a necro named Zayl (an all time favorite character) and really delved into the story. It was somewhat fine at first but the problem is obvious. It is WOKE. And with all woke content it is really boring.(disney levels of woke)
Fİrst of all, my necromancer doesent talk about Trag'Oul or balance... But he says "friendship is most important" at the end (or some disney line like that), like really? This is not Diablo at all man, you gotta be kidding me.
Neyrelle is the Protagonist. Not you. Story hypes you about Andariel coming and when she does, you simply solo her. And no one talks about it ever again. Everyone orders you to do shit and yet no one acknowledges that you even exist. At the endgame they start to talk about you as a some backup weapon.
There are 3-4 male characters and they are all broken sobbing failures. (Inarius, hobodrim, bald black dude and bribe officer) Yet every female character is fiery with lots of skill. Sounds familiar? Yes, the game is riddled with Rey and broken Luke type characters. It is very out of place and atmosphere of Diablo.
Writers are cowards. They based this game on the creation of Sanctuary, Rathma's prophecy and great serpents role in all that. What do we have? Elias's immortality, diablo 3 protagonist nephalem are all retconned. We kill the bad and neyrelle saves the day. Story is all that.
Dialogues are atrocious. Apart from some lines, they all seem to lack intelligence and creativity. Especially my necro has awful voice acting.
No historic locations, no zakarum, no lore connections, no ararat, no lut gholein no westmarch but hey we got a swamp. You know who youll meet there. Another quirky strong female character that treats your guy and hobodrim like shit.
I know blizz falling for a long time now. I stopped trusting blizz after Pandaria. Stopped playing wow there. But the story and cinematics misled me about this games potential. But no. Story is unimaginitive, boring and really childish sometimes. Like what the fuck friendship has to do with Diablo Universe. Is it LOVE that will save us. Piss off with that.
As an old gamer i have ups and downs with gameplay and all the rest. (mostly downs cus overcasualization) Yet the gameplay is better than Diablo III. Yet even that had more geographical impact and enemy variety thatn diablo iv but i have come here to rant about the awful writing. And i did.
I'll add when i remember the rest. God it is awful.

Howdy! As the title states, I'm looking for someone to write with, preferably for one of my fandoms. Before I get into what I'm looking for in a partner, here's a list of the worlds I'm interested in writing in:

1. Steven Universe (I usually main Connie or Pearl)
2. Elder Scrolls (I've only fully played Skyrim, but I'm getting into ESO and Oblivion now; I only really main OCs)
3. Avatar: The Last Airbender (I usually main an OC)
4. Spiritfarer (I main Stella; if this interests you, you might be my new favorite person, haha)
5. Maybe Dragon Age (I main any of the main characters from the series)

Okay, if you're still here after that, I'm happy to have you! So, here is a run down about me. I can fluctuate between long messages (3,000+ characters) and short messages (~1,000 characters), depending on the scene and my energy level. The main genres I like to focus on are romance, friendship, drama, and comfort. Basically, my main interests when writing are character development and dynamics. I am completely open to LGBT+ characters; most of my OCs are gay or bi. Doubling up for romance is perfectly fine (aka me playing your love interest and you playing mine). I live in CST, but I don't mind whatever timezone you're in. I have to warn you, summer is a BUSY time for me, so I'll likely be a bit inconsistant. I'm a new farmer, so most of my days are pretty hectic. That being said, I will try to respond at least once per day (although I might not be able to on weekends; I'll do my best to communicate that with you). If you reach out, we can talk in depth about ideas, boundaries, and needs here before moving to Discord.
If any of this sounds good to you, please reach out! I'm excited to hear from you. :)

My husband (38M) and I (28F) have been together 8 years. During this time his mom has tried to keep score of how often we come over to her house vs my parents she also seems to have a boundary issue. She also has made overbearing comments such as talking about practicing safe sex. We kind of just ignored it until our baby was born last year. Now, it’s become a big topic between me and my husband. For instance, when i was pregnant I made it clear I wanted to go home from the hospital with just my husband and baby. I feel like that’s a normal thing to want and it’s a really important bonding moment for us as a family. She ignored my wishes completely and made my husband feel bad that she was in town so she came over. I was too tired to say much so after dinner I wanted to go lay down and take my son with me since I needed to breast feed. Apparently his mom took a huge offense to this, even to the point of not wanting to say bye or even hold her grandchild the next morning. She has continued over the last 9 months to make my husband feel bad for going to my parents house, for not bringing her grandchild to her house, and for having to drive to our house to see her grandchild (we live about 3 hours away). So this all came to the surface this past weekend. We had some events to attend and decided to stay at my parents for the weekend since we have more space there and they have room for my baby to crawl (his parent’s house has a lot of stuff so we can’t let him roam). We see his aunt and sister out and they tell us his mom is in the hospital but that they are not allowed to tell us anything about it because his mom is mad at us for staying at my mom and dads. Are we in the wrong? I feel like we should be free to do as we please without anyone getting jealous over where we stay? I bring my baby over to their house for a couple of hours sometimes but she is mad that I don’t stay there. We feel like we have tried to make it equal but it’s so exhausting having to even do that just to make his mom happy. She also has made the comment that she wishes her daughter in laws loved her like she loved her MIL (my SIL also thinks she’s overbearing). Sorry there is a lot more to unpack here but you get the gist.

So my child’s father (30) has been bashing me on the media. But backstory in may he just got his papers he’s on child support hasn’t talked to my kid in 6 months of course. After child support got ordered he comes out nowhere(of course right) saying that he’s “just got out of the mental hospital and somebody laced him”.
So a little back story. He blames everything on me also when we were dating he never wanted me to have any of his families personal numbers if they ever needed anything He wanted me to to always just have contact through him. I moved States almost two years ago and I also been off of social media for almost 3 years now. When we were in the same city and me and him had issues,he has the type of family that goes and follows whatever he says. Even down to his mother who is a beautician stopped doing my daughters hair which is fine but the thing was she and him said “You her mother you need to do her hair not me” and the thing was I NEVER asked since she was born she literally always did her hair. Also his family is the typical section 8 ghetto a lot of kids not working family so they always home. So when we was together and had to work it was a simple drop our daughter off to his aunts house cuz we knew they was home. When we broke up and I tried to drop my daughter off they would tell me “oh I can’t watch her cuz I don’t know what type of bullshit you on” and turn her away. So in 2021 she started school and he was of no help because we broke up the end of 2020. The end of 2021 I moved states because if I’m going to be a single parent in the same city I’ll move to another state with better job opportunities. Now in 2022 , no help at all which is to be expected. Not even a gift for her birthday , or Christmas and everytime i ask for something he says “you don’t know what I have going on over here and you only doing that cuz you seen me post this or I’m out and doing this” and I’m like idk what you posted I just need help with our kid. And then recently when we got into an argument he tells me “you don’t know what I buy her because you not here” and the crazy thing is I’m like ….. but she lives with me so what is the point of buying her things if she’s never going to get it.
Also last summer , I dropped her off for the summer and made a way for her to get back. Now this summer I’m standing firm on my decision of not being the one to make her get back and forth he has to be the one too. I event suggested him to get on a greyhound and his excuse was “I’m not putting her on a dirty ass bus”. And when she talks to him she had her own phone he always tells her(I’ll come get you in two weeks).
Now I just got back on Facebook a little over a week ago. So to sum it up we from the same city , grew up in the SAME place. So we have the same friends. I get back on Facebook and I’m just the butt of his jokes constantly and he wants drama I just deactivated yesterday cuz he made a post saying “why y’all didn’t tell me that girl was talking about me making it seem like we was going back and forth” and it was weird because I literally was just cracking jokes on facebook. He also proceeds to post text messages of one of our arguments and then he “deletes” the messages out on my side to make it seem like I’m crazy. Also the end of 2021 I had a miscarriage (not his) and boy did he talk about that on social media. The reason why I know is because of our “mutuals” see it and screenshot it and want to know what happened and why.
How would you go about somebody so toxic and evil ? This is more or so a venting and advice thing I guess

Throwaway cause I have family on my main
So I get out of the bath, and go into my room. I’m cold so instead of towel drying I just sit in my bed in my towel, staring at the wall and zoning out. Eventually when I’m warming up, I pull my laptop out (my Aunty has taken my tv off me so I watch Netflix on my laptop) and put on the Big Bang Theory. Suddenly my Aunt barges in, my towel had fallen down so she saw my bare chest. I quickly pull my towel back up and tell her to leave as I’m about to get dressed. She looks at me, then my laptop (which is facing away from her) and shrieks “What are you watching whilst naked?” She pulls my screen down and almost looks disappointed to see it was just an innocent tv show. I can’t watch porn on any technology anyway because she has safety lock on all my devices (I’m 16 btw) she walks out my room and I’m left upset and angry.
Another time I was taking too long in the bath so she tried to come in the bathroom to get me but the door was locked. So she gets the garage key and shimmies the bathroom lock and barges in. I had no privacy.
We recently had a huge argument and I’ve moved in with my grandad. Me and Aunty get on ok now we’re not ripping each others throats out. But I’m still mad that she thinks our miserable relationship was all my fault.
I lived with my Aunty cause my parents died of cancer when I was 9/10

This is a weird half-thought/half-feeling I've been experiencing periodically for a bit...
A major fraction of the time, especially when dysphoria is pretty bad, I can't wait to start HRT/transition and find myself desperately wanting all the changes that come with it. I get frequent gender envy, the aforementioned dysphoria, dissociation...you get the idea. Doing affirming stuff not only feels good but it brings what is fundamentally relief.
But then there's the rest of the time when doubt hits me in the face like some sort of freight train...and doing anything transition-related feels like it would be wrong. I start to get panicky about the prospect of doing anything. The dysphoria is mostly gone during these times, mostly manifesting as brief moments of longing for a feminine body and some gender envy...but I also start to wonder if being a woman during these times would be "authentic" or something. In many ways it feels like my "male" personality rebels and bubbles up from the surface to suppress the feminine identity I've been slowly getting to know.
And these times are particularly straining because it's a clash of contradiction: irregardless of the fact that most of the time I *really* want to be a woman, during these secondary "phases" I find myself unable/unwilling to accept that I'm a man, I just feel like I inherently am one, against my own volition. Thinking about anything gender-related during these periods only brings stress and anxiety, so I do my best to ignore it and live in the present moment when I feel that way.
I also come back to the same idea when I'm like this: I don't want to *transition* but I want to _have transitioned_... like the thought of changing anything makes me anxious but I can't help but want to picture myself 10, 20 years down as a woman. I picture myself as a woman and I feel warm inside. I hate "phase 2" and it only serves to make me feel absolutely awful and strained...it feels like I'm looking directly at the Sun but am unable to divert my eyes.
I don't want the male side to win. I want Emily to come out victorious in the end. I'm jealous of those who get to transition and get scared that I won't be able to, that I'll have to find some way to live with myself, or worse that I'll be stuck in this "gender hell" forever, and I don't know how long I can live like this. Sometimes I wonder if this desire of mine to be a woman is just a desire for me to be someone else.
I just don't know what to make of it. It stinks. Maybe this is just my brain's way of saying "I've had enough of dealing with dysphoria" and shutting itself down...but like why replace that with a different kind of misery? I know I'm probably not cis at this point and my diary serves as evidence for my past feelings...but there are days when I just want to crawl into a dark hole and never leave because of how shitty I feel.

Credit to SpacePaladin15 for coming up with this amazing universe.
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Memory transcript: Starfreighter operator Cli! from Sillis, Date: [Standardized human time] September 11th, 2136
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“If at any point you try to trick me, I will burn you to ashes. Am I understood?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Said !ar!, his legs shaking, but I wasn’t one bit better off, I was terrified to death, frozen in place. We’ve never had a weapon pointed at us. And it tuns out, it is a terrifying position to be in.
“Then start talking”. Said the old exterminator lady.
“We’ve been searching for a place to build us a custom adapter, and we’ve found this place called ‘Electronics Abound’, where a very bored female venlil pointed us to this store of yours.” I said with shaking voice. I was moving my hand towards my bag slowly for the connector, when she jerked the flamethrower in my direction, and shouted at me.
“Hands where I can see them! How do you know the expression ‘gold-pressed latinum’?”
“The female venlil told us to tell it to you. She said you can help with our problem. Can I show you?” I asked humbly.
“Give me the bag!” She shouted at me.
I took off my backpack and threw it at her feet. Handling the weapon with one hand, she reached into my bag with the other one. She rummaged in it for a moment, then brought out the CNCQ connector. The moment it was out of the bag, her eye was glued to it, looking at it as if she has just witnessed the founding of the Federation. “Where did you get this?” She turned to us and said, while holding the part.
“In our ship’s spare part compartment.”
“I am going to ask you a simple question. If you give me the correct answer, you will live. If you don’t…then lets just say I will have a lot of cleaning to do. So tell me, what exactly am I holding in my hand?”
“Ni!ita, please help us, this female venlil in front us tells us she will burn us to death if we wont identify the connector part.” I said out loud.
“Who the damnation are you talking to?” Replied the venlil, turning more hostile at my question.
“It is a universal CNCQ connector for a Type 3 socket, manufactured probably between 180 and 200 years ago in !errigan’s electronics factory on Sillis, if I remember correctly on an island just off the coast of her domain.” Said Ni!ita to me. It was an exhaustive answer, I hope it will be enough for our aggressive venlil.
“Ma’am, it is a universal CNCQ connector for a type 3 socket, manufactured on Sillis about 180 years ago in an electronics factory just off the…” I tried to repeat the lines Ni!ita told me, but Kelra interrupted me.
“It seems you know way more of this item than I do. But I do know that part of what you’ve said is the correct answer. Sorry that I’ve spooked you…”she said, as she turned off the flamethrower and put it down onto the floor”…but the codeword you’ve just told me implied you were coming to capture me. You seem to know more of this item than even the exterminator office. So, you’ve said you’ve found it in a compartment of your ship. Am I correct by assuming you are flying a non-federation standard starship?”
“Yes, you are.” !ar! replied.
“Okay. Do I assume correctly that you have a CNCQ module, to which you would like to connect something, maybe a datapad?”
“Correct, again.” I said.
“So you have a ship capable of interfacing with a CNCQ module. Why would you want an adapter for it then?”
“It is not for our CNCQ module, it is for an other we’ve found.” I explained.
“So you have 2 modules? How did you get a second one?”
“Cli! found in on Venlil Prime at the starport, it was lodged into an engine pod of a shuttle which collided with it in space.” !ar! said to her.
“I see. And why would you like to connect it to a datapad, when you could connect it to the ship?”
“We don’t want to connect it to the ship, we don’t trust her enough.”
“Her? I am confused. Are we still talking about the computer core of your ship?” Kelra said, probably just as confused, if not even more, than when we were told of CNCQs a day ago.
“Maybe it would be better if you’d tell us how do you know about this technology, and what do you know about it, before we attempt to explain our situation.”
“Would you like some fresh-baked strayu, or some fruits for the tale? Maybe a glass of water? Anyway, my story begins about 30 years ago. “She begins, as she goes up to the cabinet in the room, and fetches 3 glasses on a plate, and wanders over to the sink. “I was a young lass back then. Both my parents were exterminators, so it was natural that I also aspired to be one. But I had dreams, I wanted to see the galaxy, it was not enough for me to prowl the sewers and fields of Venlil Prime. So I’ve signed up for service, and thanks to my heritage, I was easily accepted into the exterminator fleet as a mechanic. You know, the fleets that are dispatched to untamed worlds to cleanse them of predator taint, to turn the planets into habitable paradises.” She put the glasses down onto the table in front of us, and then went back to the cabinet to take out some fruits. “I rose quickly in the ranks, Iin no small part because of my knack for recognising patterns. I’ve provided plenty of observations about predators and their behaviour that my contribution could be actually felt on the quality of work we did as a team. This, naturally, resulted in promotions not just in rank, but in responsibilities. I was given my own ship after only a scant 6 years. As the wave of colonization efforts died down, our focus changed, and so did my duties. We were tasked with finding battlesites, prowling through wreckage and removing arxur taint, and, if possible, retrieving casualties.”
Kelra stopped for a second to drink a little water, then went on. “But everything changed on that fateful paw. We patrolled this very system’s outskirts, when a dark object appeared on our sensors. They barely picked it up, we would have missed it if it didn’t reflect so much light, and the system thought it discovered a new star in the distance. After a quick error checking, we recognised it was a ship, and not a new star. It didn’t tumble much, drifted in the endless void silently. I gave the orders to go in for visual check, which we did, and what we had seen was unlike what we’ve ever seen. The craft looked neither federation nor arxur, it was oddly organic in shape. I have sent out teams to scour its hull for an entry point, and to evaluate the possible design purpose of the ship. An agonizing claw has passed before the first reports started coming in – it was clearly a weapon of war. An incredibly amount of missile launchers covered its surface, all empty, with some point defence lasers dotting its hull. A team has found an entry point, though they didn’t had to look very hard, practically the ship was broken in half. I have ordered the teams to rotate back and sent fresh teams into the derelict. I will never forget what I have seen on the camera feeds of my troops, tilfish corpses littered the inside, heaps upon heaps of dead, frozen tilfish strewn everywhere. By the time the ship was completely investigated, we’ve counted over 20000 dead. That sight, the memories of that day will haunt me for the rest of my life.”
Kelra stopped again, clearly in great emotional distress, and I could see tears forming in her eyes.
“You don’t have to continue Kelra.” I tried to persuade her to stop, but the put her paw up, and went on.
“I do, I have to. Someone has to know, and you, at least partially, are privy to the truth. I don’t think any better candidate will come my way anytime.” She took a deep breath, and continued.” In that cursed ship, my team found a single piece of machinery still being powered. It was fed by some kind of emergency power source we could not locate the source of. It was the computer core, or CNCQ, as you might know it. I have no idea why the designer of the vessel dreamed this craft up this way, I can not fathom why one would want to keep a dead ship’s core powered, but I guess that question will stay unanswered. Anyway, we decided to extract the core, and mark the craft for salvaging. The dead crew has been collected and incinerated in our drivecones’ exhaust.” She stopped for a moment, thinking about the memories and the feelings they’ve awoken inside her, then continued. ”We’ve spent the next months trying to interface with the computer core, which eventually resulted in the gadget now you seek. I am willing to part with it, but in exchange, I would like to take a peek at your computer core.”
We sat across her in stunned silence for a long moment, weighting if that would be a wise idea. For what exactly are we endangering ourselves, a custom piece of cabling so that our stowaway can talk to the world?
“Cli!, you are in deep distress, I can feel it, what is the problem?” Came Ni!ita’s voice out of nowhere in my mind.
I tried to recall the story I’ve been just told, so that she might understand the reason for my anguish.
“You should ask her why the existence of this adapter is dangerous. It makes no sense. A crucial piece of the bigger picture is missing. A more important question is, why is she afraid?”
Those were very good questions. Ni!ita seems to be very good at paying attention to details, and noticing inconsistencies. I decided to ask them from Kelra.
“You are an observant tilfish, Cli!, those are perfectly valid questions. I am willing to give you some details as a show of faith, and to sweeten the deal, I will give you the computer module after you’ve fulfilled your end of the deal. Is this acceptable for you?”
“We can agree to this Kelra.” Said !ar!.
“The adapter is a piece of technology that allows connection between federation systems and a technology that is deemed dangerous by the federation. Though I think the protocol itself is a remnant of a conflict that has been scrubbed from the records of the federation. The information we’ve discovered in the core pointed to a conflict between the tilfish and the Federation, before you’ve been officially found by the Federation. The ship was fleeing Sillis, and it was pursued by a Federation suppression fleet. The core must have been damaged in some way, as we could not extract much from it, apart from navigation data and some damage reports, despite it being full of information. I am in potential danger, because I am in possession of this information. I know, because I know the regulations, some I’ve even helped write. Now its your turn.”
“You can not take a look at the CNCQ modul you would like to investigate, because it is not our decision. It is, after all, her body, not ours.” I told her in confident tone.
“Whose decision? What are you talking about?” Asked Kelra, apparently being very upset about what I’ve just told her.
“Its Ni!ita’s decision, she lives in it. The CNCQ is not a computer core, you see, it is a housing of a virtual brain of a long-dead tilfish queen. Among other things.” I explained her.
“Are you pulling my tail? This is a sorry excuse for a joke. There is nothing in my computer module!”
“You’ve just said, it is full of data. Yours, and our original, are essentially coffins, of a long-dead tilfish’s neural transcript. The one we’ve found on Venlil Prime is still alive however.”
“Lets assume I go along with your outlandish explanation. Why do you need the adapter?”
“We basically made a deal with her. We will not leave her on the scrapyard if she does work on the ship. Considering her…disabilities, she is unable to do any physical work, and we are reluctant to hook up her to the ship. So, we thought if we gave her the means, she could be our logistician. She could scour the digital world for work more efficiently than us. If you give us the adapter, we can prove this to you.”
Kelra thought for a very long moment, confusion was clearly wrecking her mind. It would be wrecking ours too, if we were subjected to such a situation she was pushed into. On second thought, we were in her position just a paw ago. Hm, how easily one’s world view can change in short amount of time. Suddenly, she got up, and walked to the cabinet in the room, she leaned inside and pushed something, after which a hidden compartment revealed itself in the wall opposite us. She walked up to it, and retrieved the adapter, and her CNCQ module.
“Lets go to your ship, then.” She said with determination in her voice. Then she walked out of the office into the store, and we heard the door unlocking. “Are you coming or not?” She asked from us, practically shouting from the street. I’ve jumped up and ran after her, with !ar! right behind me. By the time we’ve caught up with her, she was almost at the corner of the block.
The walk back to the ship went in silence, we did not talk, at all. Her knowledge of the city was evident, as we’ve walked considerably less to the starport now, than how much we did earlier today. But the night still caught us outside, by the time we’ve reached our ship the starport was bathing in blinding artificial lighting, projected from floodlights dotting the tarmac. We approached the ship from the front, and Kelra’s eyes shot wide open at the sight of it.
“Is this your ship? It does not look like a Federation ship, at all. In fact, it resembles the ship I’ve encountered all those years ago.” Kelra said, while gawking at our craft.
“It is indeed very different. Actually, we are having a lot of problems finding parts for it. I guess you can imagine, it is not a common ship in Federation space.” I added.
“May I have a look inside?” She asked.
“Well, we have walked around here, it would be rude from us not to let you on board.” !ar! replied.
We all walked into the ship via the crew ramp, and headed to the storage room where Ni!ita “lived” currently. Kelra handed !ar! the adapter, and he connected his datapad to the module with it. For a few moments, nothing happened, then Ni!ita’s began speaking to me.
“Hm, interesting gadget. Is this the famed ‘datapad’ you’ve connected to me? The software is…difficult. I have to be careful while talking to it, as if I was walking on eggshells, made of extra-brittle glass which have already been broken but is still in one piece. Extremely sloppy engineering. Oh dear, the amount of unnecessary protocols, the duplicate lines of code, the pointless bloatware…do you truly need a live update of the weather on all federation planets? And why am I bombarded with articles, like ‘14 symptoms of predator disease’ or ’21 ways the Federation keeps you alive without you knowing’?”
“What now?” Asked Kelra from us. “Is it working? I would like to speak to her. Can we talk somehow?”
“Hello alien!” Came a voice from the speaker of the datapad. The most soothing, feminine, smooth voice I’ve ever heard, it made the hair on my body stand upright, and even Kelra’s wool has straightened a little. A chilling feeling ran though my body, from my head to my abdomen, sparking a feeling of happiness and joy from every cell of my body, as if they started dancing at the same time.
Kelra’s mouth hang open at the unexpected voice. She looked around, looking for the source, but she found nobody. “Hello, mysterious occupant of the CNCQ module. I am Kelra.” She said to the datapad, after she confirmed that the voice could not have come from any other place.
“Greetings, Kelra, I am Ni!ita. Thank you for your generous gift adapter. Finally, I can do something else, other than chatting with these 2 drones, they are quite boring, frankly.”
“What and who are you?” Inquired Kelra.
“I am Queen Ni!ita, the neural transcript of queen Ni!ita from Sillis. I am a Command and Control Queen, or CNCQ. And who are you, Kelra?
“I am a former ship leader and exterminator.” Said Kelra.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, and aliens in general. It is my first time, but I suppose the rest of my kind met yours almost 2 centuries ago.”
Kelra froze at that comment, probably thinking back to the corpse-filled ship. She must have been thinking wether she should tell her story to Ni!ita or not. The Federation did not meet the tilfish under pleasant circumstances.
“Well, Kelra, do you believe us now?” I’ve asked from Kelra.
“I do. It is incredible. In my wildest dreams I have not though this was the purpose of the module, this also explains why the ship was designed to keep the module powered no matter what. And since you have the proper equipment, maybe you could look into my module also, probably it would reveal more than what I could dig up with my improvised tools.”
Kelra spend the next hour chatting with Ni!ita, carefully navigating around the topics that would expose the Federation’s involvement with the ancient tilfish. They discussed technology, culture, especially music. Ni!ita was extremely interested in venlil music. But the time came when she had to go back to her life.
“Thank you for your warm welcome, but I must be going now, my daughter must be worried sick. May I have your contact so that we can stay in touch, Queen Ni!ita?” Asked Kelra.
“I don’t have any objections. And, please, call me Ni!ita, no need for long-forgotten, meaningless titles.” Replied Ni!ita. Kelra went over to the CNCQ module, and sent over her contact. Then she turned around, thanked us for our hospitality, and left, leaving her own module on the floor by the door.
We looked at each other with !ar!. This has been a tiring day, and we haven’t even secured a new job for ourselves. Suddenly, it dawned on me, Ni!ita can now take over that role from us.
“Ni!ita, since you now have the means to do some work for us, how about you start looking for a job for us?”
“I have already done it. We will depart in the morning.”
“Wow, you are fast.” Said !ar! surprised.” Would you please fill us in?
“I’ve managed to secure a contract for you, for the short-term future. A roundtrip between 3 locations, though the end of the roundtrip is Venlil Prime. I know you have an aversion to that place, but still, it pays very well.”
“That’s great news! What will we be transporting?”
“Titanium, steel and aluminium sheets and profiles, processed lithium and a myriad of other metals in smaller quantities. The full container amount will be loaded, each to their full capacity here, on every round. At the next stop we will be loading food, machinery and building materials.”
“What’s the fee?
“A nice round 40 million credits for a single round.” Ni!ita said, like it wasn’t a fortune in and of itself.
“Ok, this is too nice to be true. What is the catch? What is the third stop, Wriss?” I asked jokingly.
“No. It’s a planet called Earth.”

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• Spread the word. Rabble-rouse on related subreddits. Meme it up, make it spicy. Bitch about it to your cat.
• Boycott and spread the word...to Reddit's competition! Stay off Reddit entirely on June 12th 14th- instead, take to your favorite non-Reddit platform of choice and make some noise in support!
• Remember to be civil. As upsetting this may be, threats, profanity and vandalism will be unhelpful for getting people on our side. Please make every effort to be as restrained, polite, reasonable and law-abiding as possible.

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What's going on that’s causing the protest?
A recent Reddit policy change threatens to kill many beloved third-party mobile apps, making a great many quality-of-life features not seen in the official mobile app permanently inaccessible to users.
On May 31, 2023, Reddit announced they were raising the price to make calls to their API from being free to a level that will kill every third party app on Reddit, from Apollo to Reddit is Fun to Narwhal to BaconReader.
Even if you're not a mobile user and don't use any of those apps, this is a step toward killing other ways of customizing Reddit, such as Reddit Enhancement Suite or the use of the old.reddit.com desktop interface .
This isn't only a problem on the user level: many subreddit moderators depend on tools only available outside the official app to keep their communities on-topic and spam-free.
Additionally, these changes are not accessibility friendly and make it impossible for some visually impaired users to access the site. There are details on this here and here.
Here is a infographic on the changes and protest.
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The purpose of this Megathread is so people can discuss the protest here. This keeps the sub’s feed unclogged and moving.
Thank you for being patient and understanding while subs, members, and mods navigate this ongoing situation <3

So a little bit about myself. I've been at home for 3 years since high school. And in that time I've sensed my nfamily growing increasingly annoyed by my presence. I'm not gonna lie I've just been bumming around wallowing in a pit of depression. Depression obviously caused by a lifetime of abuse. Despite that I've been trying hard to beat it. I've started exercising, cleaning myself, wearing fresh clean clothes. Well in one of my posts I described how that worked out. It's wrong for me to be depressed but I'm shamed for trying to look after my self.
I overhear them talking about me. About how I'm gonna go under and not achieve anything. About how I'm delusional for thinking I'll be something great. About how I have no job and any money to buy stuff for myself. How the "real world" is too hard for someone like me. Funny considering narcs literally live in their own bubbles. Going outside doesn't equal being in the real world.
They talk all this crap yet they can't sit me down and have a discussion about my future. According to them I'm going under yet they say nothing. All they say is "I'm focusing on myself I don't care about the next man. I'll just leave him like that"
Soo...... Am I supposed to be a fuxkup? No what it really is, is that for the time I'm under they're exalted and their light shines brighter. So even tho they can admit to themselves I'm helpless they won't help me either. They're happy for me to rot because they can talk badly about me and justify it.
But they'll exalt their friends and look for jobs for their friends.
If you truly love someone then you sit them down and have a discussion about it. Not talk about it behind their backs and refuse to help because you're so stuck in your own extreme individualism. Or give vague statements.
Regardless I'm a bit happy they think so lowly of me. It'll blow their socks off when I'm a success and no longer in their lives.