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Hello, there's no need to read if you don't like how I look anyways -> https://imgur.com/a/SyWgCfj Awesome let's get to it. There's lots I like, animals, rock n metal, games, shows and new experiences. For example heading to new cities. Binging Supernatural and playing world of warships. Somewhat like anime but kind of growing out of lots of them, Bleach is still excellent. I got 1 dog and 2 cats. Not too sure what else I'm supposed to include so let's talk about you, just an image is fine, intro is appreciated. Similar age but no older than 25. It's really cool if we can talk about the same games.

Finn Tresscoat, a 20-year-old with short dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a pale complexion, strolled down the sidewalk of his small town. He wore a light brown leather jacket over a black shirt, paired with black jeans and black-and-white sneakers.
As Finn ambled along, he glanced at the many shops lining the main road of the town's bustling center. He wasn't searching for anything in particular; he simply wanted to enjoy the rare day off from his job, one of the most perilous occupations in the United West (U.W.).
"Finn! Oh, Finn!"
Finn turned his head to the right and spotted Ms. Tori Elortor, or simply Ms. Tori as he called her. She was an older lady in her early fifties, though her youthful appearance often surprised the townsfolk. With long white hair cascading down her back, pale skin, and bright hazel eyes, she was a striking figure. Today, she wore a navy blue sundress over a pair of tight blue jeans and brown cowboy boots.
Ms. Tori, the local bakery owner, was considered quite attractive and often caught the eye of the younger men in town. Her curvaceous figure and active lifestyle, including regular yoga sessions in the park, only added to her allure. However, Finn saw her differently. Having known her since childhood and feeling like part of her family, he saw her as a maternal figure rather than anything else. He was also close to her son, Eric, feeling like an older brother to him.
Despite his demanding job, which kept him busy for nearly twenty-four-seven, Finn always tried to visit Ms. Tori and Eric whenever he could. Today was a rare opportunity for him to relax and reconnect.
"Ah, hi Ms. Tori! How are you today?" Finn greeted her with a warm smile.
Ms. Tori returned his smile. "I'm just fine, Finn. The real question is, how are you? I haven't seen you in months!" Her tone shifted to one of concern. "I was worried, and so was Eric. You do have quite a dangerous job for someone so young," she added.
What kind of dangerous job did Finn have, you might ask?
Well, Finn was a "Gaunt Hunter," a member of a specialized group tasked with safeguarding the small towns outside the major cities in the United West from creatures known as Gaunts.
These slim, humanoid creatures had leathery black skin, no eyes or nose, and wide mouths that drooled a strange dark green liquid. They had emerged after the cataclysmic "Decade of Winter."
The Gaunts varied in form and capability. Some were very muscular, while others had bat-like wings, allowing them to fly. They were also cunning, often creating weapons from scavenged materials and hunting in packs.
Disturbingly, these were just the common variants.
There were tales of Gaunts resembling animals and some that could even speak, though Finn himself had never encountered such anomalies.
Despite the ominous title of Gaunt Hunter, Finn's role wasn't as glamorous as one might imagine.
He wasn't a high-tech, gadget-wielding hero. Gaunt Hunters received training similar to regular police officers, focusing on the use of firearms. However, since firearms were not commonly traded or shipped to the smaller towns outside the major cities, Gaunt Hunters were also taught to wield swords, knives, and other melee weapons, as well as trained in close-range combat.
Finn had been trained to fire a pistol but also learned to fight with a machete, which was more practical for their needs than a traditional sword. On duty, he carried a standard-issue Glock-17 and a machete strapped to his side. He also wore the standard protective gear issued to United West Security Forces (UWSF) officers.
Returning to the conversation with Ms. Tori, Finn let out a lighthearted chuckle. "Dangerous for most of the veterans on the job, but I'm young and fit! Practically invincible!" he said with a grin.
Ms. Tori gave Finn an unimpressed look, raising an eyebrow. "Is that right?" she asked. "Then what's this I hear about a Gaunt nearly taking your head off just last week?"
Finn's face flushed with embarrassment as he recalled the incident. A Gaunt had caught him off guard and nearly decapitated him with a makeshift axe. "Okay... yeah, fair enough," he admitted, looking down.
Ms. Tori's expression softened, and she gave him a few light taps on the shoulder. "Oh, I'm not trying to make you feel bad, Finn, I'm just reminding you that your job is dangerous… You need to be careful," she said gently.
Finn looked up at her and nodded. "I know, and thank you for caring," he replied. Inwardly, he thought, 'It's not like anyone else does'
"Of course, I care, Finn," Ms. Tori said firmly. "Do you know how devastated I'd be if you got hurt or, heaven forbid, died? I'd be heartbroken,” she told him. “Eric would be even worse off, after all, who would play with him?"
Finn felt a wave of warmth at her words. Despite not wanting to worry Ms. Tori or Eric, it was comforting to know there were people who cared about him, and who wanted him to stay safe and come back home. "I guess you're right," he said with a soft smile. "I'll try to be more careful out there, I promise,”
Ms. Tori nodded, her smile lingering. "Good,” she said. “Now, how many days do you have off?" she asked.
"Not many," Finn replied with a sigh. "Just today,"
Ms. Tori's eyes widened in shock. "Only today? Why?" She asked.
Finn's expression turned serious. "Many of the other Gaunt Hunters are either dead, retiring, or switching to become cops... There are only ten of us left in the entire town,"
Ms. Tori's eyes widened in horror. Gaunt Hunters were the primary defense against the Gaunts. The law across the U.W. dictated that local law enforcement dealt with human issues, leaving Gaunt-related threats to the Hunters. The thought of their numbers dwindling was terrifying.
Each town was supposed to have a contingent of Gaunt Hunters, given that small towns were the primary targets for Gaunt attacks.
Major cities, in contrast, rarely had to deal with Gaunts.
The dense populations of these urban centers acted as a deterrent, scaring off most Gaunt packs. Even if a small group of Gaunts did manage to attack, the cities were equipped with heavy weaponry and advanced defenses, making Gaunt Hunters unnecessary there.
This starkly contrasted with the dire need for Gaunt Hunters in the smaller, more vulnerable towns.
Ideally, each small town would have around fifty Gaunt Hunters, a number intended to ensure adequate protection against the Gaunt threat. However, the reality was far grimmer. The inherent dangers and heavy responsibilities associated with the job dissuaded many from becoming Gaunt Hunters. The perilous nature of the work, combined with the constant threat of death, resulted in a severe shortage of recruits.
As a result, the numbers in many towns had dwindled alarmingly.
"Only ten?" she repeated her voice barely above a whisper. "That's... alarming… What happens if more Gaunts come?"
"We do our best," Finn said, trying to sound confident. "But it's tough… Every day, we’re stretched thinner,"
Ms. Tori took a deep breath, trying to process the gravity of the situation.
Finn felt a lump in his throat. "I promise, Ms. Tori. I'll do everything I can to stay safe," he said, trying to remind her if his promise mere moments ago.
Ms. Tori wanted to argue with Finn's comment, but deep down, she knew he was somewhat right. The town was struggling—trade had slowed to a trickle, and many residents had moved away. The constant threat of Gaunt attacks made living there increasingly untenable. Even Ms. Tori had considered leaving to ensure Eric’s safety and to give him a chance to grow up in a more stable environment where he could interact with other children and experience the broader world.
However, she couldn’t bring herself to leave.
Her late husband was buried in this town, and even though years had passed since his death, she felt tied to the place where he rested. She had loved this town deeply, and in a way, staying felt like keeping a part of him alive.
Seeing the conflict in her eyes, Finn decided to change the subject. "Hey, why don't I come over for dinner?" he suggested with a soft smile. "I'm sure Eric would be happy to see me after so long,”
Ms. Tori was pulled out of her thoughts by his offer. She smiled, grateful for his willingness to spend his rare day off with them. "That would be lovely, Finn," she said with a quick nod.
They walked together to Ms. Tori's home, a modest three-bedroom house with a large attic. Inside, they found Eric sitting in front of the TV, watching cartoons. Hearing Finn’s voice, Eric turned, his face lighting up with excitement. He jumped out of his seat and ran to give Finn a hug.
Eric was about 11 years old, with brown hair like his deceased father but hazel eyes like his mother. He was wearing a dark black and blue striped shirt, dark gray pants, and black slip-on shoes.
Finn hugged him back, smiling. "I've got some stories to tell over dinner," he said, which made Eric's eyes sparkle with anticipation.
He loved hearing about the world beyond their town, even if it was mostly filled with woods and the ruins of an old world.
Finn then followed Ms. Tori into the kitchen to help prepare dinner. He found what he could and handed the items to her, glad to be of assistance. Ms. Tori thanked him and asked if he could help chop vegetables, which he was more than happy to do.
As they worked side by side, Ms. Tori glanced at Finn, her expression a mix of gratitude and concern. "You know, Finn, this town means a lot to me,” she told him “It’s where I built my life with my husband, and it’s where I want Eric to grow up, despite everything,"
Finn nodded, understanding the deep attachment she had. "I get it, Ms. Tori. This place has a lot of memories, and as long as I'm here, I'll do my best to keep it safe for you and Eric,"
Ms. Tori smiled warmly. "I know you will, Finn... Thank you,”
Dinner was a warm, lively affair. Eric listened intently to Finn’s stories, hanging on every word. The laughter and conversation filled the small home, creating a moment of normalcy amidst the chaos of their world. For a brief time, the threats outside seemed distant, and they enjoyed the simple pleasure of being together.
After a few bites, Eric looked at Finn eagerly. "Can you tell me one of your stories, Finn?" he asked, his eyes bright with anticipation.
Finn nodded, swallowing a mouthful of food. "Well, a couple of days ago, I was out with two or three other Hunters, we had just finished fighting off a few Gaunts, once they were dealt with, we decided to explore the area since it was the site of an old abandoned amusement park,” he began. “Some of the rides were still standing, though most were broken and destroyed, it was interesting to see the tech they used to have back then," Finn recounted.
Eric's eyes widened with excitement. "Wow! That's awesome!" he exclaimed.
Finn grinned. "It was pretty cool, but it’s nothing compared to some of the parks I saw in Salton Lake City! Those places are amazing,"
Eric's eyes gleamed at the mention of the nearby city. "Man, I want to go there someday!" he said enthusiastically. "Maybe when I start my training to be a Gaunt Hunter," he added with a big smile.
Finn chuckled. "So, you want to be a Gaunt Hunter, huh?" he asked. "You think you’ve got what it takes?"
Eric nodded vigorously. "Uh-huh! I know I can be a Gaunt Hunter! I bet I can even be better than you!" he declared, pointing at Finn.
Finn raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh really?" he said. "Who's to say I'm not the best of the best, huh?"
Eric gave him a smug smirk. "Because if you were the best Hunter, you'd have already gotten rid of all the Gaunts!" he said confidently.
Finn chuckled. "Well, you got me there," he admitted. "But hey, if you think you can be the best and get rid of all the Gaunts, then I say go for it, dude."
Eric chuckled and resumed eating, his enthusiasm undimmed. Ms. Tori watched the two with a fond smile, marveling at the brotherly bond between them. It warmed her heart to see how close they had become. She knew that Finn cherished this connection just as much as Eric did, especially since Finn had grown up without a family of his own, raised in the local orphanage.
She recalled those early days when a young Finn would walk into the bakery, clutching a few coins. His eyes would light up with wonder at the sight of the treats and goodies lining the shelves. Something about him had touched her heart, and she began offering him free treats for him and the other orphans whenever he visited. Her late husband had also taken a liking to Finn, treating him like the son they never had. When Finn decided to become a Gaunt Hunter, it was her husband who had helped him prepare for the rigorous training, getting him into shape and offering constant encouragement.
After her husband's death, it was Finn who helped her grieve and find the strength to carry on. She had felt terrible about leaning on him during such a hard time, knowing he had his own sadness to deal with, yet he remained steadfast and strong. He had been there for her and for Eric, helping the young boy understand their loss and navigate the difficult times that followed.
She was truly grateful to have Finn in her life.
Suddenly, Finn's phone vibrated insistently in his pocket. He quickly reached for it and saw a text message from work. He opened it, dreading what it might say.
[~Finn, we need you tonight. Jon and Gary quit out of the blue, so we need someone to fill in.~]
Finn sighed, frustration bubbling up inside him. 'Great, now we're down to eight Hunters,' he thought. 'And Jon and Gary were both my age and in better shape than the veterans at the station.'
Ms. Tori noticed the change in his expression and knew immediately what it meant. "Does duty call, Finn?" she asked gently.
Finn nodded, his expression weary. "Yeah, looks like Jon and Gary quit. They need me to cover tonight."
Ms. Tori sighed, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, Finn. I know how much you were looking forward to some time off."
"It's alright," Finn said, forcing a smile. "I knew it was a long shot anyway. The town needs all the help it can get."
Eric looked up, concern etched on his young face. "Do you have to go, Finn?"
Finn ruffled the boy's hair affectionately. "Yeah, buddy. Duty calls. But I'll be back, and we’ll have more stories to share. I promise."
Ms. Tori gave him a supportive nod. "Just promise us you'll stay safe, Finn."
"I will," Finn assured her. He stood up, preparing to leave. "Thanks for dinner, Ms. Tori. It was great, as always."
As he left the warm, comforting atmosphere of Ms. Tori's home and headed out into the cold night, Finn felt a renewed sense of purpose. Despite the exhaustion and the ever-present danger, he knew he had to keep fighting. For the town, for Eric, and for the memory of the man who had helped him become who he was.
Once at the station, Finn entered and immediately spotted Dick Cortez, a veteran Gaunt Hunter who had been safeguarding the town for as long as Finn could remember. Dick, now in his 50s, had graying hair, deep-set wrinkles, and perpetually tired eyes. He was wearing the standard-issue armor that all Gaunt Hunters received, though each Hunter was allowed to customize their armor with different colors and modifications.
Dick's armor consisted of a high-collar black shirt beneath a modified, pure black chest plate that covered his upper abdomen, along with similarly-colored bracers. Both the chest plate and bracers were trimmed with white and featured matching shoulder pads. He also wore gloves with small metal plating on the fingers, dark navy jeans, black and white metal knee pads, and dark brown boots.
Dick noticed Finn and offered a small smile. "Heya, Finn," he greeted.
"Hey yourself, Dick," Finn replied with a nod.
"Sorry about having to bring you in on your day off," Dick said, his tone genuinely apologetic.
Finn walked over to his locker, where his armor and weapons were stored. He glanced at Dick and shrugged, giving a small smile. "It's alright, Dick. I understand why, and I'm not angry—well, not at you, but at those two," Finn said, referring to Jon and Gary.
Dick nodded in understanding. "Trust me, I'm disappointed in them too, but I can see why they left so suddenly," he said.
Finn nodded back, opening his locker to reveal his armor. His armor was similar to Dick's but differed in color and the clothing underneath. Finn wore his usual attire beneath the armor, which consisted of a dark brown chest plate trimmed with black, matching bracers, shoulder pads, knee pads, and gloves.
He took the armor out and quickly dressed, securing the pieces in place. He then grabbed his Glock and its holster, strapping it around his waist, and added his machete in its sheath. Once fully suited up, he turned to Dick with a raised brow. "Which side of town am I patrolling tonight?"
"Outer wall, west side," Dick stated, his voice firm.
Finn nodded, mentally preparing himself for the task ahead. The west side of the outer wall was notorious for Gaunt activity, a hotspot for their attacks. It was going to be a long night.
As he headed out, Dick called after him, "Stay sharp out there, Finn. We can't afford to lose any more good Hunters."
Finn turned back and gave a resolute nod. "I will, Dick. See you in the morning."
Once outside the city, Finn couldn't help but take in the grim sight of the outer wall. It was marred with deep scratches and chips from relentless Gaunt attacks, stained with the dark green goo that dripped from their slavering mouths, and speckled with bloodstains that would never fully wash away. The stark contrast between this battered exterior and the inner walls of the town was striking. Inside, the walls were adorned with chalk drawings from children and vibrant murals from the town's artists. These cheerful images served as a reminder of what he was protecting, and why he had chosen to become a Gaunt Hunter in the first place.
Reaching the west side of the wall, Finn began his patrol, moving back and forth to ensure no Gaunts were attempting to scale the barrier. For now, the night was quiet, and he hoped it would remain that way.
As he walked his beat, his thoughts drifted back to dinner with Eric and the boy's enthusiastic declaration about becoming a Gaunt Hunter. While part of him felt honored by Eric's admiration, another part was deeply troubled. The life of a Hunter was dangerous and filled with horrors that no one should have to witness, let alone a young boy like Eric.
Finn's mind flashed back to a particularly gruesome memory from a past patrol. He and another Hunter had been called to assist in repelling a large pack of Gaunts. They had rushed to the scene, only to find their comrades dead, slaughtered in horrific ways. One Hunter's skull had been cracked open, with Gaunts eating from it as if it were a bowl of grapes. Another Hunter, still alive, was being disemboweled and devoured. Finn could never forget the man's agonized expression as he watched his own entrails being torn apart and consumed. The sight had been so revolting that Finn had vomited on the spot, paralyzed by shock until his partner snapped him back to reality.
Then there were the stories he had heard from veterans like Dick. Dick once recounted an incident where a Hunter had been speared to death by multiple Gaunts. They hadn't even eaten him; they had just impaled him repeatedly, leaving his body to rot in the woods for days. Such tales highlighted the Gaunts' malevolence and complete lack of empathy.
Finn shuddered at the memories. He didn't want Eric to face such nightmares. The boy was full of life and potential, and Finn couldn't bear the thought of him enduring the same horrors he had.
Since that harrowing incident and the chilling story Dick had shared, Finn had sworn to himself that he wouldn't meet a similar fate. He vowed to go out fighting, to not end up like those other hunters. He couldn't bear the thought of becoming another victim, especially after what happened to his sister.
The sudden howl nearby jolted Finn out of his grim thoughts. The sound was close—too close. Instantly alert, he scanned his surroundings. Just then, something whizzed past his face, slicing his cheek. He turned to see a makeshift arrow embedded in the wall. Spinning back around, his heart sank as he saw ten Gaunts emerging from the tree line.
"Shit!" Finn cursed, his eyes widening in horror. This was a dire situation. He quickly drew his Glock and aimed at the advancing creatures. Before he could fire, a sharp pain seared through his left side. He glanced down to see a small dagger lodged in his torso.
'What the hell?' Finn thought, bewildered. 'Did one of the Gaunts throw this?'
"Sorry, but it's nothing personal," a strange voice echoed through the darkness.
Finn's gaze snapped forward, and he saw a figure emerging from the shadows. They wore a long black cloak that seemed to envelop them completely, giving the eerie impression that they were gliding across the ground rather than walking.
The figure approached him, their face obscured by the cloak's hood. "My, you are a handsome young man," they purred in a sultry tone. "Such a fucking shame that my babies must eat. We've been on the run, and they haven't had a chance to rest and eat until we saw you." They giggled, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Finn's spine.
Fear gripped Finn, but he managed to look up at the cloaked figure with a raised brow. "W-Who are you?" he stammered, his voice wavering.
The figure tilted their head slightly as if amused by his question. "Who am I?" they echoed. "I am their mother, their caretaker. I ensure they survive, even if it means feeding them humans like you." The figure leaned closer, and Finn could just make out a twisted smile beneath the hood.
Finn's mind raced. He needed to think of a way out, and fast. The Gaunts were closing in, and he was injured and at a severe disadvantage. Summoning his remaining strength, he clutched his Glock tighter and tried to steady his breath. He couldn't let this be the end.
The figure's giggle echoed eerily through the night, sending a shiver down Finn's spine. "Oh! Now I'm regretting stabbing you," they remarked with a twisted amusement. "It's not every day a handsome young man asks me my name, you know? Most prefer a no-name policy." Their tone was cryptic, and Finn couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in his gut. "While I would love to give you my name in far better circumstances, I'm afraid I don't have the time," they continued, their words dripping with urgency. "As I said, we're on the run from a rather unpleasant girl."
Finn's confusion only deepened. The figure's response didn't provide any clarity, leaving him even more perplexed. As the figure began to back away, Finn's eyes widened in shock as the Gaunts beside them moved in unison. ‘She can... control them!?’ he realized, disbelief washing over him.
"Go ahead, babies... EAT!" the figure commanded, her voice chillingly calm.
With a sickening lurch in his stomach, Finn watched as the Gaunts surged forward, their hunger palpable in the air. Determination surged within him, driving him to fight against the odds stacked against him. Ignoring the searing pain from his wound, he raised his gun and fired at the approaching Gaunts. Despite his efforts, only one was hit, and even then, it didn't slow down.
Finn gritted his teeth, preparing for the inevitable close-quarter battle with the monsters. "Come on!" he growled defiantly. "I'm right here!"
The Gaunts closed in, their predatory instincts driving them forward. Just as they leaped toward him, ready to strike, something unexpected occurred.
Thorny vines erupted from the ground, snaking around the Gaunts with incredible speed. Finn's eyes widened in astonishment as the vines ensnared the creatures, halting their advance. The vines twisted and contorted, slamming the Gaunts into the ground with brutal force, tearing at their flesh and rendering them helpless.
" Damn! How did that bitch already find us!?" the figure exclaimed, frustration evident in their voice.
Finn's gaze followed the figure's gaze as a new figure emerged from the shadows.
Her appearance was striking, to say the least. With a spiky red Mohawk and piercing red eyes devoid of any white, she exuded an aura of fierce determination. Smudged mascara framed her intense gaze, adding to her wild and untamed appearance. Her lips were painted black, a stark contrast to her fiery red hair and eyes. Clad in a black leather crop top vest that accentuated her slim, athletic frame, she exuded an air of defiance. Arm bands encircled her wrists and biceps, resembling the wraps worn by boxers, hinting at her combat prowess. Around her neck, she wore a large choker, adding to her rebellious demeanor. Her attire was completed by tight leather pants and high-heeled platform boots, giving her an imposing presence.
"Found you, ya freaking cunt!" she spat, her voice laced with venom.
The cloaked figure retreated, increasing the distance between them and the girl. "Ugh, don't you ever give up?" they retorted, their tone tinged with irritation.
The girl leveled a fierce glare at the figure. "After the shit you've done!? I ain't letting you go!" she declared, her voice dripping with disdain.
The figure let out a mocking giggle. "Is that so?" they taunted, gesturing toward Finn who lay wounded on the ground. "Not even to save his life?"
The girl's gaze shifted to Finn, her expression softening momentarily as she registered his injuries. Before she could react, a shrill howl pierced the air, drawing their attention back to the figure.
"What the hell did you do!?" the girl demanded, her voice trembling with rage.
"Oh, just called in a few friends over for dinner," the figure replied casually.
"You bitch!" the girl seethed.
With a swift motion, she thrust her hand forward, summoning a massive vine with thorns protruding from its surface. The vine lunged toward the figure, but they evaded the attack with agile grace, darting away through the forest.
"Have fun~!" they taunted, their laughter echoing through the trees as they disappeared into the darkness.
Driven by determination, the girl pursued the figure, her footsteps echoing through the forest. However, her path was suddenly obstructed as a horde of Gaunts emerged from the shadows, blocking her way with menacing snarls and bared teeth.
"Get out of my way!" the girl cried, her voice ringing with determination.
In an instant, a smaller thorned vine shot out of the ground with startling speed, piercing through the approaching Gaunts like a bullet. Lifted into the air by the force of the vine, the creatures were hurled aside, crashing into trees with bone-crushing force.
As more Gaunts emerged from the shadows behind her, four shots echoed through the air. Finn's aim was true, striking the advancing Gaunts and causing them to writhe in agony as they fell to the ground. The girl glanced back to see Finn's timely intervention, offering a silent nod of acknowledgment before focusing her attention back on the remaining threats. Summoning more vines, she ensnared the creatures, tearing them apart with ruthless efficiency.
Satisfied that the immediate danger had passed, the girl turned back towards Finn, who was now sitting against the wall, applying pressure to his wound.
Bending down beside him, the girl flashed a smile, revealing sharp triangular teeth reminiscent of a shark. "Nice shooting there, dude. Really saved my ass back there," she remarked.
Finn managed a weak chuckle. "I should be thanking you. If you hadn't shown up, I'd be Gaunt food," he admitted.
"Let's call it even, then, eh?" she suggested. "What's your name?" she inquired.
Finn met her gaze, taking a moment to catch his breath before responding. "Finn, Finn Tresscoat," he introduced himself. Curiosity burning in his eyes, he posed a question in return. "Who are you? No... What are you?" he asked, unable to shake off the mystery surrounding her.
The girl maintained her enigmatic smile, meeting his gaze with her striking red eyes. "The name's Rachel Rose," she revealed. "As for what I am, well... I can answer that once you're all patched up," she added cryptically.
Summoning another vine, Rachel gently lifted Finn to his feet, supporting him as they began to make their way back towards town. With each step, Finn's mind buzzed with questions, the mysteries surrounding Rachel and her abilities swirling in his thoughts. Who was the cloaked figure? How did they control the Gaunts? And most pressing of all, who—or what—was Rachel, and how was she able to command those vines with such ease?
As they walked back toward town, Finn couldn't help but feel the weight of exhaustion settle upon him, both physically and mentally. His thoughts swirled with questions about the events that had just transpired—about Rachel, the cloaked figure, and the unsettling abilities they both possessed. Yet, amidst the chaos of his mind, one pressing question emerged, demanding attention above all else.
'When the hell am I gonna get another day off? Because I can sure as hell use it right now...!' Finn thought to himself, his weariness palpable.
Rachel, walking beside him, seemed to sense his inner turmoil. Casting him a sidelong glance, she offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Finn. You'll have your chance to rest soon," she assured him, her voice carrying a note of empathy.
Finn managed a weary smile in return, grateful for the reassurance. Despite the gravity of their situation, her words offered a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty that loomed over them…

My background is primarily contracts among with some work in public policy and audit. I'd like to make a change, but not really sure what I want to do, I just know I don't want to be a contract manager anymore. I'm the type that works well independently, you can leave alone to get stuff done, and can take in large amounts of work and I'll read it all, down to the footnotes. I'm good with process improvement and strategic planning. Thoughts on what type of role might be a good pivot?

Growing up, i have been an introvert and shy and would have a hard time initiating conversations with people. At some point, i guess when i was a teen, it was just so bad that i would not even be able to ask questions to storekeepers, waiters, or anyone on the phone. It has always been all the more challenging to do things to be seen in bigger social gatherings. I happen to shrink myself and really don’t know what I should do to be seen. Because of my tendencies, i feel like while all my colleagues have a go-to person at work, i am nobody’s go-to person or office bestie. We went on a little office trip recently and everyone had someone to talk to and hang out with while i was mostly just awkwardly alone. That is a problem because then you’re seen a certain way by the manager even though it’s not exactly your fault. I genuinely try to have conversations and be nice to people but i am just not seen or feel needed. It’s not like i am a shitty person. In fact, i am mostly approached by some of my friends when they need non-judgmental ears to vent out to.
Now what’s interesting (if you may say that) is that i have this other side to me that is extremely witty and knows exactly what to say when I interact with one person at a time and mostly a person with whom i share no common friends. I am outspoken, lively, and very expressive. I can make small talks, deep talks, every kind of talk. Comes very naturally- both these tendencies.
I think in groups i come across as timid despite what i say or do while in one on one conversations, the person gets the chance to actually see me for who i am. This is just my guess. To be honest, i dont understand why i am unpopular and feel not needed. And honestly, i dont have a problem with it at all. It’s just that when this happens at work, everyone notices and it impacts how you’re perceived and your promotions.

Hi there,
Please brace yourself, this is going to be a long one and I'm going to try and be as objective and as eloquent as I possibly can. P.S I've never used Reddit before but have seen these type of content reshared on YouTube.
Alright. Let's go! So, my husband and I dated 8 years ago, and 2 years ago we decided to get married. For the story's sake, let's call him Dennis (31). Dennis was from a different country and we are the same race of people (different nationalities). He is the love of my life, I love him dearly - he is everything little me dreamed out, he's... im tearing up just thinking about how much I love him, there are no words to describe.
Now, Dennis parents rarely visited when we were dating, most of the getting to know my in-laws/introduction to the fam happened online and I don't know why I didn't see the things clearer (probably jacked up on love) that I brushed things off.
I made it clear, from our third date to Dennis that I don't want kids, never wanted them and its not something I'm going to change my mind on. I wanted him to know this from the get-go so we don't hit roadblocks and him trying to persuade me... yada yada yada. He eventually told me that the more thoughts he "thunked" on this subject, the more it made sense to not have kids and so, great! We started dating and the rest was history.
Now, about 6 years in, I went on a vacation with his family cause' well, I wanted to know them better and on Christmas Day, Dennis's father, we'll call him Tom (Ancient), sat me down in front of his 2 brothers and wife and told me how disappointment he was in me that I was not going to have kids. He then followed it up with and I'm quoting "A woman's duty is to have kids...." I blocked the rest out because I was TRAUMATIZED by these words. His family also weren't vaccinated (anti-vax) and everyone ended up getting Covid. I have Asthma (like rushed into the ICU twice and put on a ventilator bad) and though Dennis and I were vaccinated, the others weren't.
This trip ended up being one of the major hurdles both Dennis and I had to navigate through because he did not say anything, he didn't stand up for me, he basically didn't do anything. Though, he told me to not let he's father's words affect me cause who cares what he thinks and that at the end of the day it was our lives, he said and I quote "It's word fodder, tune it out" but I couldn't let it go and my view was that I was not close enough to his dad for him to be talking to me about my reproductive organs/purpose. We took a mini break but got back together with Dennis agreeing to be more aware and present when he's father pulls another one of this episodes.
Fast forward to current day - my younger sister and Dennis younger brother got together during our wedding (A whole nuanced convo for another day) and I was pissed because we were really going through a tough time financially and this mini wedding was supposed to be something nice for the both of us. My in-laws attended the wedding and added so many decorations on top of the ones Dennis and I had, my MIL put fairy lights on the tables and they had 2 huge flags of the country Dennis was from and we didn't see any of this because we were getting ready. Even during the ceremony when it was time for one of my cousin to give her speech, they hijacked the whole thing by doing some ceremony of their own. I decided to let it go because... well, Dennis and I were both so fucking tired. My wedding day was the saddest day of my life. When I look back, I cannot recall a single happy memory - I know they are there but I just... I can't look past what they did, ya know?
Anyway, 2 days after the wedding, my in laws threw a dinner for Dennis and I, we attended and Tom starts expressing his grievances as to his experience at our wedding and starts telling me that I need to start distancing myself from my family because I have now become a part of theirs - I told him no, although I am a part of his family, I will NEVER ever stop being involved in mine (I'm the oldest sister). He then proceeded to call me "damaged" because I was raised in a broken family because my parents are separated. Dennis stepped in and he quickly got shut down with Tom yelling verbal abuse at him. By then, even I knew it was time to shut our pie holes and live to fight another day.
Fast forward to present day, we have both moved to a different country and are thriving. We've never been more financially stable (I got my dream job...pinch me!), we go on coffee dates, life is good except... except for when Tom comes over to stay. He comes over twice a month and is constantly talking about masculinity and femininity and how we ought to implement it in our lives. One time, Dennis tried to stop him and Tom almost got physically abusive so I decided that instead of hiding behind my husband, I shall speak and let him know exactly what I was thinking. The next time he came over, he started talking about the same thing, imagine someone regurgitating podcast bro word vomit over and over again on an endless echo chamber? Yeah - the same talking points! So i told him that he is free to implement whatever he wants in his household but in ours, we do things differently. Tom asked me to explain and I did and he called Dennis a "simp". Dennis was not in the vicinity of the conversation at the time.
Oh yeah, one time when he came to visit, I went to the gym and I was on the treadmill doing 12-3-30 and fighting for my life when Tom decided to jump on the back of the treadmill to startle me. I had my fist rounded to punch him but stopped when I realized who it was. Slight detour, could someone explain to me what thought process goes through one's brain before deciding to jump someone?
Jokes aside, the last weekend, my sister called Dennis to mediate a fight she'd been having with my Brother-in-law. I didn't want to be a part of it but eavesdropped anyway - their fight was about my brother-in-law not feeling like he's doing feminine work when he cleans the house etc and he blamed my sister for being career driven, he said it was too masculine. Dennis in his infinite patience was trying to mediate the dumpsterfire (god bless him) but it all come to a close when brother-in law told my sister "no man is ever going to love you if you're this masculine". She immediately hung up (so proud!)
Now, she wants to break up with him but he refuses to answer her call.
Fast forward to the present day, Tom constantly shares videos to the family whatsapp group about men silencing women and how feminism is bad, blah, blah, blah... and how birth rates are falling. It's a constant thing. I've. muted and archived the family group (You gotta love technology).
Tom has also recently wrote a book on the importance of being a dad and the role a man should play within the family dynamic. It's horrendous! I read the draft and it was like watching a dead animal being plowed through miles and miles of tar. I'm not just talking about his ideologies, I'm talking about his writing style. It sounded very similar to my diary entries when I was 9 (I might come off as a little standoff-ish but I assure you, I am of quite intelligent).
Between being called "damaged", my wedding day, verbal abuse inflicted on my sister and being jumped on the treadmill (Look at that, I too do have infinite patience) I decided it was time to instead of putting band-aids on a burning fire to find a permanent solution to end this once and for all. I told Dennis that he is free to fly back to visit his parents whenever he wants to and on special occasions but I don't think I can at least for now. I told him about how I don't feel safe around Tom and his brothers and their ideologies and i implored him to understand, he gave me a huge hug and said he does and he will never force me to spend our hard earned savings and time and energy on something I don't want (What a catch!). I can't help but feel guilty because well, Dennis grew up around his family and though he spent more time in my country surrounded by my family, his family is still his. Will this create a rift in our marriage? Is this how resentment starts? I want nothing more than to see my husband laugh his heart out, and experience life for all the wonderful things it is. I have to know if he's not going to be thinking of his family and how he misses them and wants to be with them, etc. So, reddit, AITA?
For some more context, I grew up in a fairly progressive neighborhood and hosuehold. Ngl, I grew up extremely privileged and my dad often sent us to summer camps through the British Council to expand our worldview. At home, we often engaged in fierce debates around religion, worldview, politics and drugs. Hint, my dad is actually a fan of legalizing it. :) My parents eventually separated as most of ours do but I don't think we are "damaged" because of it. <3
There, I hope there is enough context.

Entrepreneurship well I like to say it's about the idea and passion for it and so on but it only possible first by being about stone cold business first. How you a re going to make money and get paid. And doing the simple and obvious steps you should do for profit and so on. Because business is business.
If the idea you have does not generate business of any kind it's a worthless idea to investors and therefore shareholders therefore you as well, being the sole shareholder or owner of your precious business idea.
I think the closest word to describe being business oriented is execution is the how when what who of things. Not simply business goals. Such as I want to change the world! But how?
But I'm that episode it was painful to watch because they laughed at the guy, but he did make obvious mistake because he overlooked clear ways to make profit that he should of already been doing but instead he didn't make any money yet except for the kick starter he did.
Point is maybe really dont have to be smart to do business, you need to simply know what business is and do that as a at to your ability.
Thinking about this, a good business is one that makes money with least amount of input from my perspective as the owner.
Because my time is valuable to me, I want it to be so and it so because I'm the CEO or the owner and the CEO works for me, so that means pay for other people time and so on
Point I'm seeing how to roleplay and get them mindset of business person. Instead of just like having anxiety of will a operation fail or not.
I need it to fail to know if the business is going to be good business. If performs at any level and gets even a $1 profit, then I can be like how to generate $2 in profits or $100 etc.
So I'm going to go to sleep and wake up as a business man, by that I mean, emotional weight out of the decision process. And I'm doing the work I do won't be as scary or whatever which is causing me to procrastinate actually. .
So I really want to be able to wake up and make $1 through my own means. Not a job.

I'll start off by saying I've got a Comcast Business account, and I pay for static addresses. Currently, my router is configured for prefix delegation to assign a network prefix for my internal network, which is behind a Unifi Dream Machine Pro. The UDMP received an address via SLAAC, though it could just as easily receive an address via DHCPv6 and I've had it configured both ways.
When the Comcast modem reboots for maintenance, power cycle, etc. and my delegation has timed out, the modem assigns a new prefix to my network. If I manually assign a prefix for my internal network, the Comcast modem doesn't route traffic for that prefix to the public side of my UDMP. It seems that the route for the delegated prefixes is learned by the comcast modem, while manually configured prefixes are not learned. The static route configuration page on the modem also only allows IPv4 routes and no equivalent IPv6 configuration page exists.
I have attempted to call phone support, but the initial agents I've spoken to have told me, and I quote, "we support IPv4 but we don't support IPv6" or "the problem is beyond the line of demarcation". The first one is a bit of a problem since I'm paying for static IPv6 and I have IPv6 configured provided by upstream Comcast hardware. The latter seems wrong since the comcast modem won't forward traffic it has no route for. If I perform a pcap on the LAN side of the comcast modem, no packets land there destined for a prefix it hasn't delegated even if it's within the prefix that the modem has assigned to it.
I'm not particular about how this issue is solved, but changing my DNS records, firewall rules, and a few external resources once or twice a month really isn't a static configuration. On a previous residential services my prefix rarely changed and I had better results than I get currently. I'd like to be able to configure a static prefix for my internal network(s) and have the Comcast modem pass them to my router's external edge. I need a stable prefix for my network one way or another, and I'd really appreciate any help you call can offer. This has been a pretty frustrating experience as I'm sure you can imagine, and I'm really just looking forward to putting this behind me.

Hey Everyone! I’m 28M in Phoenix looking for a photographer or someone who specializes in Dudeoir who’s willing to take some very kinky/risky content (photos and videos)
I’m also looking for a place like A dungeon/kink room/ BDSM space or private masters house who’s willing to help out where I can make this happen.
I have a great idea and I’d hope something and someone exists that could make this come to fruition. No sexual contact required (although certainly not prohibited if you want to get involved) but hoping for a professional partner at minimum to help.
Also open to traveling if someone lived near Arizona or knows a spot!
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Spent a bit of time trying to work around this and thought I'd leave a note here in case anyone else is running into the same issue.
Fedora recently updated their Neovim package to v0.10.0, and this version seems to need some treesitter parsers to be installed for certain file types. For example, running nvim something.lua will result in the following error:

Error detected while processing BufNewFile Autocommands for "*": Error executing lua callback: /usshare/nvim/runtime/filetype.lua:35: Error executing lua: /usshare/nvim/runtime/filetype.lua:36: BufNewFile Autocommands for "*"..FileType Autocommands for "*"..function 1_LoadFTPlugin[20]..script /usshare/nvim/runtime/ftplugin/lua.lua: Vim(runtime):E5113: Error while calling lua chunk: /usshare/nvim/runtime/lua/vim/treesittelanguage.lua:107: no parser for 'lua' langua ge, see :help treesitter-parsers stack traceback: [C]: in function 'error' /usshare/nvim/runtime/lua/vim/treesittelanguage.lua:107: in function 'add' /usshare/nvim/runtime/lua/vim/treesittelanguagetree.lua:111: in function 'new' /usshare/nvim/runtime/lua/vim/treesitter.lua:41: in function '_create_parser' /usshare/nvim/runtime/lua/vim/treesitter.lua:108: in function 'get_parser' /usshare/nvim/runtime/lua/vim/treesitter.lua:416: in function 'start' /usshare/nvim/runtime/ftplugin/lua.lua:2: in main chunk [C]: in function 'nvim_cmd' /usshare/nvim/runtime/filetype.lua:36: in function  [C]: in function 'nvim_buf_call' /usshare/nvim/runtime/filetype.lua:35: in function  stack traceback: [C]: in function 'nvim_cmd' /usshare/nvim/runtime/filetype.lua:36: in function  [C]: in function 'nvim_buf_call' /usshare/nvim/runtime/filetype.lua:35: in function  stack traceback: [C]: in function 'nvim_buf_call' /usshare/nvim/runtime/filetype.lua:35: in function  Press ENTER or type command to continue 

There's currently an open bug for this: https://bugzilla.redhat.com/show\_bug.cgi?id=2283574. The fix will be for someone to package up the treesitter parsers into rpm packages, and dnf will need to install these as dependencies for neovim.
Until that happens, you can work around this by installing the treesitter parsers locally using nvim-treesitter. Here's what I've got in my ~/.config/nvim/init.lua:

require('lazy').setup({ { 'nvim-treesittenvim-treesitter', build = ":TSUpdate" } }, {}) require('nvim-treesitter.configs').setup { ensure_installed = { "markdown", "markdown_inline", "lua", "vimdoc", "query" } } 

Hello everyone, sorry if this is a dumb question, but I was wanting to see if i can play the console gamepass games on pc. I have PC game pass, and I’m playing through the gears of war series. But gears of war 2 and 3 are on the console.If I can get those on gamepass ultimate, are the compatible on pc?
I hope this makes sense. Thank you all.

Hello, i need help for from people in the field of therapy/psychology. Would you be able to describe a few practical ways to get over 1st gen immigrant guilt? Why does this happen? And how can one move forward while maintaining healthy boundaries? Thank you so much

Hiii can someone help me? I want to evolve my machoke and I do not have enough merit points to get the link cable.
Thank you

Hey guys,
Don't really know how to phrase this question as it's a bit awkward, However I was wandering how you guys deal with situations where you need to go number 2, soon after putting on a fresh brief. I have urinary incontinence (and i am lucky to have have full control over my bowels most of the time (FI is only an issue during a IBS flare up)), so can i hold it for a bit. However, I am apprehensive of the idea of potentially wasting a brief, just so I can go to the bathroom. Especially right now when I have only just enough supplies to last me enough time before I can acquire new ones.
I know that pull up style briefs could help in this situation. However I'm currently in a situation where I don't know how often I can get around to changing, so I am using tape style briefs in the interim as they hold more and last longer.
So yeah, what do I do in this situation, like I said I can mostly hold things for a short period of time, but after that, do I just accept the situation and waste a brief. Or is there another method you guys know of that means I can go, without wasting one.
Thanks guys in advance guys. (Don't have much internet access so I may not be able to respond to every comment)
As always, you have been amazing in your advice and helping me come to terms with this new way of life, and I genuinely couldn't have done it without you all.
Stay awesome,
U/Bolticus13

Summary: Your childhood friend has returned to apologize for disappearing without saying goodbye. You have a note that you wanted to give them before they left.

• Ok to monetize

This is my first ever attempt at writing something like this. It's very short, about 550 words.
Feedback is welcome since I am still learning how this creative process works. I can’t really say that it’s finished. I know it says completed scripts but I am unsure.
Script Start
(Typical thunderous rain outside and a knock on the door, door opens)
Hey,
Thanks for waiting…I know it's been an hour since I called and 10 years since…well you know.
I am sorry it's been so long. Can I have a hug?
(hug pull back examining) Wow look at you all grown up!
I'm not crying…you're crying!
But seriously it's been forever. And it's great to see you again
—(asks to take your coat and come in)
Sure yeah thank you…the rain really wouldn’t let up.
It's been like this for weeks now. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it.
—( door close sfx, listener offers hot chocolate)
I would love some hot chocolate thank you.
—(walk a few steps to the kitchen, it’s an apartment, background of cups and pouring, small torch sfx, walking steps toward speaker, hands cup to speaker)
Ah, thank you, after being in the rain… this is the perfect treat.
You’ve always been so perfect…well to me at least.
Almost too perfect actually. *sip*
Ahhh this is the best cup of hot chocolate I’ve ever had.
I bet there are so many best things about you I missed out on. *sip*
Even the marshmallows are lightly toasted, how cool *sip*
Like…what did you do after school?
...
Mmhmm
…oh… *sip*
hahaha no way!....I never would have guessed. *sip*
Did you finally play that cool game you always talked about?
With the character who has cyberware and rides a badass motorcycle…gosh I can’t remember the name…
Which is why I have felt so guilty about leaving you out of my life for so many years.
It’s not as if you did anything wrong.
I just felt…working on myself…was not worth the support of friendship.
It's selfish of me to think that, because of how patient you are. *sip*
I really couldn’t tell you how many times you were willing to help me but I refused.
If only I could relive those days with memories of you…
that would have made this healing process better. *sip*
Like… more rainy days drinking this amazing hot chocolate with you.
—(listener says a kind gesture)
A friendship like ours never goes out of style?
Did you just make that up? Hahahaha
See, this is what I knew I was missing.
Thanks for the Great hot chocolate by the way.
…
Oh...haha I did? Well it's so nice I had to thank you twice.
Is there a secret to your amazing drink?
—(listener tells secret)
Oh you melted milk chocolate chips into it…mmm delicious.
Your talents still have no bounds…that's awesome. (laughs)
Although, I don’t miss your talent for kicking my but during game nights haha
Gosh I missed you.
And I am so so sorry.
(crying a little)
You had a note you wanted to give me?
---paper rustle from note passed to speaker--
You want me to read it…now?
...
ok…
Don't give up on forgiveness.
Forgive yourself
Forgive others
Grant yourself this one kindness.
You are loved and liked and wonderfully made.
Thank you for being my friend.
(speaker puts cup down goes for a long grateful hug)
—listens to the rain a bit and fade out—
END

Okay I don't want to sound filmy and all . Neither it was relationship In class 7 fpr 2 months . We were in a relationship for more than 3 years years . She(18f now) was the most perfect girl I have ever seen . She was cute, intelligent , emotionally understanding,bubbly , never created a scene just cz she was bored as I heard for other girl , she sacrificed all the male friends for me which was so wrong . Things got so dreamy that she told me Even if you curse me I will still never leave you . Doesn't it seem everything like a dream?
But hear me out . I was the most toxic bf ever to exist. I was so fucking immature and never understood her problems at her home. I never gave the love that she deserve was a bit manipulative too cz of my toxic childhood and still stayed with me . I always said you will cheat on me cz my mother did and I could never trust her . She deleted all her male contacts for me And she was a very shy person never posted anything on social media just used it for me . Nobody could imagine not marrying her if it was a healthy relationship. I guess even for a bit toxic relationship she would have sacrificed. She did all possible ways to make me happy . She sacrificed her individualism for me. Even her mother loved me so much. She supported both of us even gave me chocolate and everything. Although hee father was strict as hell she took risk . Tears are running down constantly as I am writing this . We started dating right after 10th and continued the relationship uptill 12th and after that also .
Genuinely Telling I never understood her and just saw her as my mother that she would cheat. But she wasn't like that . Man I was not very sexy or handsome. I was mid . Man I could never get out of this guilt even if I make myself the best human in the world . But she was literally the best human to exist . Can you imagine she never even had any faults? Man at this point I could write a book about her I guess and not a single piece of this is Exaggeration. She even after getting so much immaturity from me last year on her birthday she told me I am the best gift that God has given to me .
After our 12th she decided to go for a drop in kota for neet. Goddammit she was so focused. I was a jee aspirant and I had heard people taking 4 drops and getting upto 580 and she pulled up from 100s to vey close to 600s in a single drop ? She has decided to take another drop from kota itself .
After going to kota I still was insecure she would cheat. She started ignoring me and getting busy in her work. There was a guy who was her father's friend's son and even he was the greenest flag . He said he manages 4 companies at this young age and he has also a gf of many years . He made her realize how toxic I was and made her heal . Man we had a big fight in June and that was it . She told me she don't want to live and I did not take it as a warning . She told me she wanted break and I also agreed cz I would have time to rethink about my emotions and I started preparing hard for jee .We even contacted after that in September normally and it was normal talk and she started ignoring me cz of fear of fights again . She even called me when she came to my city after all these but I was too guilty of myself that I did not have the courage to pick it up .
Now when all exams got over I contacted her and she told me she moved on , has a bf of 2 months . I cannot get over the guilt from all of this . We made promises to Marry each other and I ruined it.
Right now I am just numb , I don't know what to do. I guess afrr this incident I will never be able to talk to any girl or even find anyone attractive or even if I get with one I guess I will never be able to forgive myself . Many of you in this sub are older than me and prolly most mature than me so I just want an advice . I guess rhis relationship will never get fulfilled but Do I have even a single chance to get back to her . Even if 0.01% ? I am ready to do anything in my hands to improve and make myself a better person and a person who anyone would be blessed to stay with . I am not talking about just romantic relationship but also any type of relationship with people . After 10- 20 years even if she comes back I will stay with her. Is there even a single chance or happened like this with anyone ? I think people will say it's better to forget her but I will never move on. I am ready to do anything to be worthy of her. I have heard many cases of many men being cheated multiple times and even I witnessed it . Is there a way to get out of this fear? Or do anything so that it does not happen ? Although I deserve every worse things . Can I ever move on from her in my entire life? Or you have any suggestions for me ? I don't know if people ever saw God how would it be but one thing I know now that she was the closest to God. I wish if I realised all of this before we could happily live forever . But if reincarnation really happens I want her to be mine in my next life , if she isn't mine in this life . I will work on myself right now and will try to make myself actually worthy but still I don't know if I will ever get back to her. I will be really grateful if you all please give me suggestions.
Tldr : My gf of more than 3 years was the perfect girl to ever exist and I was so immature and got very toxic and insecure . I am scared if I will ever move on from her . She was the most perfect girl I have evee seen in my life. And if it's possible please read the entire story and suggest me what should I do .

It's a common talking point to avoid Ultra-processed foods. The problem is that food processing accounts for a large variety of steps to prepare food; some are probably bad, and others are probably good. The definitions used are broad and inconsistent. It is concerning that they are widely used, given how little sense they make. We should stop talking about whether something is processed but rather how and why it was processed.
Studies like this group all steps and motivations for processing into 1 category: link When you go into this particular meta-analysis the only processing cutoff for analyzed studies is that they use the NOVA system link, which classifies foods from group 1 to 4 for level of processing. Most of the studies it looked at were other meta analysis or epidemiological studies based on surveys like in this study link .
The NOVA system often used to judge processing is arbitrary and is a way to obfuscate and appeal to tradition and nature. You can define foods as processed or not but if the lines drawn are so weakly founded, studies based on this are studying the system more than the foods. It would be a bit like if I could get the 168 food question survey raw data the second study linked, I could list food color per food and p hack my way into finding which colored foods are healthiest. This would not mean food color causes health outcomes and people should start talking about the color of their food...
Under the NOVA system, a Twinkie and a soylent bottle are equivalent in processing. The Twinkie was processed to increase the concentration of fats and sugars while maintaining soft consistency to make people buy and consume more than they should. A soylent bottle was processed to mimic a balanced meal. I'm not saying either is good, but there is a clear difference between encouraging overconsumption and replacing snacks with a more balanced food.
The study above shows associations, but how can you find causes without separating different motivations or processing techniques? How does studying one group that eats twinkies vs one that does not say anything about the health of soylent? Without better less arbitrary definitions or of what these foods have in common, it is a hopeless task, and avoiding processed foods will be a meaningless virtue signal.
For 10,000 years, we have genetically engineered cows with selective breeding to turn them into meat and dairy production machines. These machines take stuff from plants, extract and concentrate it for us to eat, while this extraction and concentration processing fits under the NOVA group 4 definition, it is included in group 1. Presumably as the processing is excused due to its similarity to how we used to eat. The whole widely used system used to analyze this processing is built on a fallacy.
Finally, is it a good rule of thumb? Sometimes.. When it makes someone avoid the Twinkie, that's awesome; when it makes someone avoid fortified foods, as I have seen IRL, probably not. And even if it works as a rule of thumb some of the time, we should remember its just a rule of thumb.

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