Shitting on the move
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We discuss U.S stocks on the move which may be videos
2016.07.09 14:12 GuyBelowMeDoesntLift Fuck the alt-right
A subreddit dedicated to shitting on the racist, misogynist, antisemitic, adolescent clusterfuck known as the "Alt-Right".
2013.01.19 19:58 BlackSoulSeller SOTT: Redditors' on-toilet activities
Sitting on the toilet and not giving a single crap. Literally.
2024.06.01 12:53 Berserk2024 Official title: Matthew Hammond age 16. Class1A cause I can. (Updated)
 | Name Matthew Hammond age 15 submitted by Berserk2024 to BNHA_OC_Characters [link] [comments] Quirk: Power control Has the ability to control a type of energy only he has. Ways to use this energy is standard strength and speed by but the power into your muscle fibers and organs to enhance their performance. Matthew can also materialize this power in different ways. He finds out how he can do this by watching others, for example shock waves ,energy tenticals, force fields, laser eyes, power balls, or claws. With the performance enhancing with his eyes ears and touch, he will become the weave nation president. He is highly resistant to energy based attacks. The main weakness is energy drain. I know what y'all probably thinking, "this is like every quirks weakness cause I using your quirk can tire you out", but his quirks energy drain. When he use his quirk, the energy runs down and if uses a all out attack he loses the energy and cant use his quirk. But on the good side , this energy grows back over time , and since it's his quirk energy if he goes to where he let out a huge attack, he can absorbed it back. It takes like an hour to get his power back to 100% naturally if he just goes on with his day. Mutation: * Wolf Ears and Tail: Matthew has permanent wolf-like ears and a tail, got them from his dad. Also he can share his energy with others to enhance their quirks cause energy works like that I think. Elemental Forms and Powers:
How this works is his power works like a computer l well more like just a normal computer, then a virus AKA and elements infects this power and then it slowly corrupts his powers AKA but there until his body is able to use a different elements,the form is only as strong as his original form because the element can only corrupt what is there,not make more power. A little bit of this energy is still there so that it can take back control. Each form has a mind of its own like some dark shadow type thing. The reason why his forms have minds of their own is cause if I gave him full control his forms he would swap to frequently and that would be two strong. The reason why he can do this is when he was 3 is quirk was developing and he was exposed to radiation messing with his quirk genes and when his quirk developed it added this. Hero Costume:
Has a sword made of quirkinite(past post.) Maximum Output Move: Master Elemental
To make my self clear his max form when he uses all his elements he can only use 1/10 of his forms power including him as the main guy of this whole body. Moves Signature move; Packs fist. When Matthew charges his entire arm with power he has the target with a powerful punch, and with the recoil he hits them again so it's like a double punch with one arm. Normal moves: Surge. Full cowling but different. 1 Minieye(Minigun eye): Uses his laser eyes as a mini gun to help save power and hit targets with better accuracy. Ground capture. He uses his tentacles like energy whips by forcing them into the ground and then have to make their way to their opponent grab whatever is touching the ground, and then pull them down to immobilize them. Field fist. By using his force fields that his energy makes, he shapes them into bigger arms for durability and extra strength. Power kick. By constantly doing a condtant (front flip like spinjitzu but in disc form and front flip) he sticks his leg out and it hits the target. If the target has high durability the the attack will keep on going like a saw. Support moves Force field armor. Covers his body is compressed force field power and where's it like armor. Skin tight but durable. And it see through Clones wolf. Exposed energy and the compression it to the point it can shape itself into a copy of him and then somehow take color. The two main differences is the clones have a limited power usage, so use too much power it disappears. And in physical design difference the clones eyes are constantly green like glowing green. Instinct. By enhancing his hearing and touch and his brain process, he can use our off-brand ultra instinct. Laughing his hearing is touch he can feel every movement in the air you can feel everything around him, and he can hear each movement in the air with his ears, and his brain calculates how long it took for the sound to reach his ear then he knows exactly where he attacked her is. Sword moves. Excalibur. Three swings, x slash, then stab Powerful blade. One big vertical slash. Ultimate Moves. Max power. Puts all of his power into one part of his body. Arm leg or head, then uses that power in a all out melee attack. Alpha Surge. This is a super Saiyan like form. His energy propels him as him fly freely. Insane amount of strength, speed, durability, and power. Single elemental moves. Each form only has three. Fire : Blue Star. Increase heat to the fire to the point his color turns blue as hot to the touch, all damage increased. Fire Fist. His fist as if it was made from flames, the punch is fast and strong, and on impact it's a shockwave of fire. Jet Drive . For places on his back shoot flames constantly for speed. and then the user does a great fire kick. Water : Aqua alpha. Water in a wolf head from bites down on the opponent. Drowner. Basically a small tsunami the size of a house. Many use for chaos and confusion. Water jet cutter. You know how the water can put a specific kind of nozzle with high pressure it could be the sharpest thing in the world, and be very dangerous. Well he can do that with the tip of his finger. Lightning: Pinpoint thunder. All power goes into his fingertips then he strikes at one spot. EMP. Self-explanatory. Also works on people. Power ground. Covers the floor in electricity. Earth : Earthquake. Also self-explanatory. Crystal quake. Creates rocky spikes around the area and also as crystals to them. Depending on the crystal you have different effects, quarts will make all electric attacks go to the spikes cars quarts are conductive. Earth wall. Makes a durable wall. Ice: Constant shards. Smg but ice bullets. Domain expansion, Arctic area. Covers just about the entire area with ice, giving the user just about full control over where he is fighting. Ice capture. Traps you point it in a giant ice crystal. Plant: Domain expansion, Jungles Forest. Creates. A lot of trees and plants to take control of the area. Golem. Creates a big beast made of wood and plants. Spear. Covers his arms with wood and vines in a sharp spear. Metal: Weaponry. Grabs a lot of mail and constantly makes different weapons depending on the situation, maybe even a shield. Iron spike. Crates constant metal spikes in front of the user. Armor. Makes armor around allies. Light: Beam. A big ah laser. Bounce back. Constantly reflects off objects confusing the enemy. Bang. Just a stun grenade, but it's coming from his hands. Darkness. Warper. One name, kirogiri. Consume. Absorb things into the darkness. Control. Mind control. Omega move. Max element. More of a fusion of his forms , here's the list of this was powerful forms moves. Cryogenic Barrage Matthew gathers concentrated orbs of water and ice energy He then launches a rapid-fire volley of freezing projectiles that detonate on impact Pyroclastic Flow Matthew ignites streams of fire energy, blending them with molten earth and metal He sweeps his arms to direct a raging torrent of scorching lava and magma Tempest Devastation Matthew summons torrents of water that he infuses with electrical currents He then unleashes a violent maelstrom of electrified, crushing waves Radiant Implosion Matthew focuses beams of light energy, bending them with dark shadow tendrils He compresses the luminous orb, creating an imploding singularity of blinding power Verdant Tangle Matthew interweaves thorned vines with solidified metal shards His grasping, spiked tendrils ensnare and impale anything they catch Seismic Upheaval Matthew ruptures the ground, combining earth tremors with shard-like metal spikes Jagged, uneven terrain and piercing spikes erupt from below to impale targets Final move. Packs punch. All elements in one giant punch attack. This form it's only as powerful as Dekus 100%. He can just access this all the time. He needs to have a lot of power and needs total concentration. PERSONALITY He's smart nice in a way sometimes a prankster if you try to roast him you will go complete PackGod on you, if he's in a bad mood don't try to comfort him you'll just make things worse and not for him for you, he's really cocky, but not bakugo cocky hes just a bit over confident. He is very creative. He loves tech to the point if you break a 30 buck phone around him, let's just say you gonna want to do a crime in front of batman before Matthew finds you. Background: Favorite food: Red Beans and rice 6ft 2 His mom, him , brothers, and his sister some how got the same disease that Michael Jackson had so they all went from black to white. But since you're still African they do still have passes Hates obsesseve people. (I'm bout to do some bull shit y'all probably won't like.) His older brother has a pheonix quirk and he's a hero. His younger brother has the fusion quirk that I made in a past post) His sister has digital master quirk but I also need in a previous post. Any way I hope y'all like my reworked oc |
2024.06.01 12:45 NoGas8462 TIFU by encouraging my dying grandmother to live on
Obligatory this started more than 2 years ago. I live with my grandmother, my father lives with his own family an hour away.
Grandmother fell ill and hid it from all of us. When we found out, she refused to have herself checked and this went on for months as her condition got worse and worse. Any attempts to urge her to get checked would be met with yelling and snapping back, even items being thrown at people, it didn't matter if you were her son or grandson.
Eventually she ended up at the point where she couldn't even stand, she told me she wanted to die already. Now this grandmother of mine terrorized me my whole life, she tried kicking my mother and I during my childhood multiple times because she hated my mother, she would instigate fights with me and lie that I hit her or yelled at her siblings and my father. But I felt like I couldn't just watch her wither away, nor did I just want to stand idly and watch my father break down more and more at the thought of losing his mother.
So now at her most vulnerable, I cared for her, I moved into her room to watch over her. I urged her to keep living, I told her the family wouldn't want her gone and that she's still strong and can fight it. Long story short after a month she agreed to go to the hospital. It's cancer, we're too late and its terminal, but they chose to operate anyway and it was a success they removed as much as they could, but nothing could be done with the cancer that has reached her head. The doctors did everything they could and they believe she'll have a few more years to live her life. My dad dedicates the next year of his life to being with her and taking care of her, along with hiring 2 personal nurses to attend to her other needs as she refuses to allow me or my father bring her to the toilet for example.
Fast forward a year later, we find out that she's been talking shit behind my father's back. Soon enough, whenever he's around she badmouths his wife (my parents are now divorced) to his face and openly says that my half-sister isn't her grandchild. This goes on for months more until on my birthday she wakes up, gets out of her room, causes a scene and badmouths my father's wife and daughter to their face. This was the last straw, my father no longer drove over everyday to be with her, he still pays for her medicines and nurses but he told me he can't face her anymore, it was too much after everything he's done for her the past year+. I try to mediate but my grandmother sees no issue. After all, according to her she only badmouthed the wife and kid, not my father.
Today her favorite nurse went home to take a 1 week vacation, a temporary nurse came in to take her place. She has yelled at both nurses to fuck off and leave the room. Both aren't allowed in, she smells like shit because she refuses to let anyone change her diaper and whenever I try to convince her she just yells. As with before, she refuses anyone not female to clean her or take her to the bathroom, I am male.
More than 100k+ USD spent the past 2 years solely on her, that amount of money in my country you could live comfortably for years, 2 years of trying to give a dying old lady a good last few years, ends up here. With a smelly, angry, spoiled grandmother who refuses to listen to me once again. One who has told my father he can fuck off if he wants as long as he keeps paying for her nurses and medication.
I'm back on my anti-depression meds, and I'm having a thought worse than suicide. I'm regretting having convinced my grandmother to live, I should've let her die like she wanted. I feel like a complete asshole for thinking of it, but she's caused endless problems for her nurses, my siblings and I, my parents, her own siblings and many others in these two years.
TL;DR: I convinced my dying grandmother to get treated despite the fact that she is a horrible person. 2 years later she's an even worse person than before and I'm learning the lesson that sometimes some people should be left to die.
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Grandmother fell ill and hid it from all of us. When we found out, she refused to have herself checked and this went on for months as her condition got worse and worse. Any attempts to urge her to get checked would be met with yelling and snapping back, even items being thrown at people, it didn't matter if you were her son or grandson.
Eventually she ended up at the point where she couldn't even stand, she told me she wanted to die already. Now this grandmother of mine terrorized me my whole life, she tried kicking my mother and I during my childhood multiple times because she hated my mother, she would instigate fights with me and lie that I hit her or yelled at her siblings and my father. But I felt like I couldn't just watch her wither away, nor did I just want to stand idly and watch my father break down more and more at the thought of losing his mother.
So now at her most vulnerable, I cared for her, I moved into her room to watch over her. I urged her to keep living, I told her the family wouldn't want her gone and that she's still strong and can fight it. Long story short after a month she agreed to go to the hospital. It's cancer, we're too late and its terminal, but they chose to operate anyway and it was a success they removed as much as they could, but nothing could be done with the cancer that has reached her head. The doctors did everything they could and they believe she'll have a few more years to live her life. My dad dedicates the next year of his life to being with her and taking care of her, along with hiring 2 personal nurses to attend to her other needs as she refuses to allow me or my father bring her to the toilet for example.
Fast forward a year later, we find out that she's been talking shit behind my father's back. Soon enough, whenever he's around she badmouths his wife (my parents are now divorced) to his face and openly says that my half-sister isn't her grandchild. This goes on for months more until on my birthday she wakes up, gets out of her room, causes a scene and badmouths my father's wife and daughter to their face. This was the last straw, my father no longer drove over everyday to be with her, he still pays for her medicines and nurses but he told me he can't face her anymore, it was too much after everything he's done for her the past year+. I try to mediate but my grandmother sees no issue. After all, according to her she only badmouthed the wife and kid, not my father.
Today her favorite nurse went home to take a 1 week vacation, a temporary nurse came in to take her place. She has yelled at both nurses to fuck off and leave the room. Both aren't allowed in, she smells like shit because she refuses to let anyone change her diaper and whenever I try to convince her she just yells. As with before, she refuses anyone not female to clean her or take her to the bathroom, I am male.
More than 100k+ USD spent the past 2 years solely on her, that amount of money in my country you could live comfortably for years, 2 years of trying to give a dying old lady a good last few years, ends up here. With a smelly, angry, spoiled grandmother who refuses to listen to me once again. One who has told my father he can fuck off if he wants as long as he keeps paying for her nurses and medication.
I'm back on my anti-depression meds, and I'm having a thought worse than suicide. I'm regretting having convinced my grandmother to live, I should've let her die like she wanted. I feel like a complete asshole for thinking of it, but she's caused endless problems for her nurses, my siblings and I, my parents, her own siblings and many others in these two years.
TL;DR: I convinced my dying grandmother to get treated despite the fact that she is a horrible person. 2 years later she's an even worse person than before and I'm learning the lesson that sometimes some people should be left to die.
2024.06.01 12:41 Ancestrypost My second monthly review at my new company didn’t go well. Should I be worried about my job security?
Joined a new company a little over two months ago. Monthly review didn’t go well
I’m junior in my career (executive search for financial services). I worked at another firm for 15 months and was deemed a top performer. I rarely had negative feedback, but it that was also an issue bc I felt like I wasn’t learning at all. All they care about was volume and our retained roles were with really shit companies so the standard was low with candidates.
I moved to a new company and it is much better for numerous reasons (e.g. ambition, culture, top-tier client type, commission). My company has monthly reviews and I had my second one this week. It was worse than I expected, and my manager told me (delivery was good) my performance is quite far behind and he wasn’t expecting it either for my level of experience. He does put blame on my old company since they barely trained me, but he also asked I show more engagement and care to improve. I told him I knew I was struggling but I didn’t know it was that bad, so of course now I’m gonna approach things very different and that effort should be made evident very quick.
He told me not to leave our meeting feel deflated and to instead feel motivated to work harder, bc with the wins I had this month, he knows deep down I do care.
I’m just worried I was told this though. I hope they don’t regret hiring me? He said this isn’t the first time someone has come in far behind and they’re willing to invest in people, the effort just needs to come back.
Should I ask him if he is willing to have 10-min one-on-ones every week? He sits next to me and one of the things in the review that was discussed was that I should always ask him questions and input, even if he seems busy. And ask others as well to get different input. My old company was so toxic and my old manager would get annoyed if I even tried to talk to him so I just became really shy from asking questions lol.
Overall I’m just a bit panicked, ashamed, and want a quick but efficient fix.
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I’m junior in my career (executive search for financial services). I worked at another firm for 15 months and was deemed a top performer. I rarely had negative feedback, but it that was also an issue bc I felt like I wasn’t learning at all. All they care about was volume and our retained roles were with really shit companies so the standard was low with candidates.
I moved to a new company and it is much better for numerous reasons (e.g. ambition, culture, top-tier client type, commission). My company has monthly reviews and I had my second one this week. It was worse than I expected, and my manager told me (delivery was good) my performance is quite far behind and he wasn’t expecting it either for my level of experience. He does put blame on my old company since they barely trained me, but he also asked I show more engagement and care to improve. I told him I knew I was struggling but I didn’t know it was that bad, so of course now I’m gonna approach things very different and that effort should be made evident very quick.
He told me not to leave our meeting feel deflated and to instead feel motivated to work harder, bc with the wins I had this month, he knows deep down I do care.
I’m just worried I was told this though. I hope they don’t regret hiring me? He said this isn’t the first time someone has come in far behind and they’re willing to invest in people, the effort just needs to come back.
Should I ask him if he is willing to have 10-min one-on-ones every week? He sits next to me and one of the things in the review that was discussed was that I should always ask him questions and input, even if he seems busy. And ask others as well to get different input. My old company was so toxic and my old manager would get annoyed if I even tried to talk to him so I just became really shy from asking questions lol.
Overall I’m just a bit panicked, ashamed, and want a quick but efficient fix.
2024.06.01 12:17 jollybeanovo How do you navigate being scared?
A lot of times, I stay up so late at night because I’m so paranoid that someone will break in (I live in a studio; I have 2 locks on my door and a door stopper that will alarm me if someone comes in).
Well last night/a few hours ago, I wasn’t scared at all. I took sleeping medicine and was sleeping really well through the night until I heard a knocking noise coming right from next to my head. I jolted up and my heart was racing.
I wake up to knocking alllll the time. It always sounds loud, and it’s always on the door across the room from me. It’s never there that I know of. It happens at night but also in the middle of the day when I’m napping too.
I looked it up after waking up, and immediately google is telling me that it’s a demon and shit. I don’t even believe in that stuff usually but now I’m freaked the fuck out :( I was already scared, and then I read stuff like “something bad is coming” “don’t knock back” “it’s a demon trying to communicate” etc. And to make matters worse, I kinda believe it could be true. It scares the shit out of me
What do yall do? This stuff literally makes me want to break my lease and move in with a friend or something. People online were saying set up a camera but I kinda don’t wanna know at this point, I just wanna feel safe in my own apartment.
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Well last night/a few hours ago, I wasn’t scared at all. I took sleeping medicine and was sleeping really well through the night until I heard a knocking noise coming right from next to my head. I jolted up and my heart was racing.
I wake up to knocking alllll the time. It always sounds loud, and it’s always on the door across the room from me. It’s never there that I know of. It happens at night but also in the middle of the day when I’m napping too.
I looked it up after waking up, and immediately google is telling me that it’s a demon and shit. I don’t even believe in that stuff usually but now I’m freaked the fuck out :( I was already scared, and then I read stuff like “something bad is coming” “don’t knock back” “it’s a demon trying to communicate” etc. And to make matters worse, I kinda believe it could be true. It scares the shit out of me
What do yall do? This stuff literally makes me want to break my lease and move in with a friend or something. People online were saying set up a camera but I kinda don’t wanna know at this point, I just wanna feel safe in my own apartment.
2024.06.01 12:06 Stup1dcup1D7 AITA for fat shaming my whole family
I, (17F) fat shamed my whole family other than my mum.
I’ve been in hospital multiple times since I was about 12 years old for anorexia, my nana (60F) has always made comments on my weight or the way I eat or how much I eat since I was about 3 or 4 years old. I blame her a lot for saying those things which resulted in an eating disorder and even after being diagnosed she continued to tell me I’m eating too much and called me a pig despite me always being quite skinny.
She recently had her 60th birthday and my uncle (40M) was there and me and my mother had always had issues with him for as long as I can remember, I won’t go into detail but he’d try taking me away to see my dad even though both me and my mum have a restraining order on him.
I introduced him to my boyfriend (17M) even after we tried not to interact with him to avoid drama, my aunty (31F) pressed my boyfriend into meeting him anyways which I wasn’t happy about. My uncle instantly started threatening my boyfriend and telling him to fck off if he knows what’s good for him. It’s a long story so I tried keeping it short but I admit I did call him a fat cnt and walked away with my bf.
Less then a week later I got into an argument with my nana and aunty as they both shouted at me for fat shaming my own uncle and I should know not to say things like that as I have an eating disorder and brought up nasty things about my dad from the past like it was my fault. I said to them both they shouldn’t be defending my uncle when it was my uncle started on my boyfriend first.
They both started screaming some nonsense at me about how I’m a fat cow and a sl*t and how I probably I need to lose weight so my bf will like me more.
I basically told them they’re jealous of me because they’re all obese pieces of shit and they started shouting how they have nothing to be jealous of so I lifted my shirt and showed my stomach and I said “well where’s your nice bodies then coz from what I see your both severely overweight.” They continued screaming at me until my aunty called my grandad because I was ‘out of control’ and ‘going crazy’. My grandad showed up just after my aunty chased me to my room thratening to beat the fck out of me which is also when my mum got home.
It went back and forth between us all my mum obviously on my side until we eventually both got kicked out of OUR house. We weren’t welcome back at home for another week and had to stay at my mums partners house.
Both my bf and I hate my family and I’m embarrassed to even call them that. I feel so bad that my family are the way they are and I can’t just have a nice relationship with them or my boyfriend either. They still bring that argument up nearly 4 months later and shame me for what I said and make me feel guilty for it.
Me and mum finally got out of that situation and moved in with her partner and they told us we abandoned them and were selfish for wanting to leave them behind.
Is my family crazy or am I an AH?
(Sorry for such a long story I didn’t know how else to shorten it)
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I’ve been in hospital multiple times since I was about 12 years old for anorexia, my nana (60F) has always made comments on my weight or the way I eat or how much I eat since I was about 3 or 4 years old. I blame her a lot for saying those things which resulted in an eating disorder and even after being diagnosed she continued to tell me I’m eating too much and called me a pig despite me always being quite skinny.
She recently had her 60th birthday and my uncle (40M) was there and me and my mother had always had issues with him for as long as I can remember, I won’t go into detail but he’d try taking me away to see my dad even though both me and my mum have a restraining order on him.
I introduced him to my boyfriend (17M) even after we tried not to interact with him to avoid drama, my aunty (31F) pressed my boyfriend into meeting him anyways which I wasn’t happy about. My uncle instantly started threatening my boyfriend and telling him to fck off if he knows what’s good for him. It’s a long story so I tried keeping it short but I admit I did call him a fat cnt and walked away with my bf.
Less then a week later I got into an argument with my nana and aunty as they both shouted at me for fat shaming my own uncle and I should know not to say things like that as I have an eating disorder and brought up nasty things about my dad from the past like it was my fault. I said to them both they shouldn’t be defending my uncle when it was my uncle started on my boyfriend first.
They both started screaming some nonsense at me about how I’m a fat cow and a sl*t and how I probably I need to lose weight so my bf will like me more.
I basically told them they’re jealous of me because they’re all obese pieces of shit and they started shouting how they have nothing to be jealous of so I lifted my shirt and showed my stomach and I said “well where’s your nice bodies then coz from what I see your both severely overweight.” They continued screaming at me until my aunty called my grandad because I was ‘out of control’ and ‘going crazy’. My grandad showed up just after my aunty chased me to my room thratening to beat the fck out of me which is also when my mum got home.
It went back and forth between us all my mum obviously on my side until we eventually both got kicked out of OUR house. We weren’t welcome back at home for another week and had to stay at my mums partners house.
Both my bf and I hate my family and I’m embarrassed to even call them that. I feel so bad that my family are the way they are and I can’t just have a nice relationship with them or my boyfriend either. They still bring that argument up nearly 4 months later and shame me for what I said and make me feel guilty for it.
Me and mum finally got out of that situation and moved in with her partner and they told us we abandoned them and were selfish for wanting to leave them behind.
Is my family crazy or am I an AH?
(Sorry for such a long story I didn’t know how else to shorten it)
2024.06.01 11:56 Bright-Context-3758 Is it weird that I like this?
I previously lived in a van but was constantly stressed out about driving and parking it, people knowing I was there, driving into the wrong zones and getting fines, breakdowns maintenance and rust because the only van I could afford was old and a bit shit, fuel costs, I had too much stuff and it would pile up and be hard to move around and I could never find the things I needed. Emptying the camp toilet was also a nightmare. Sometimes people would harass me just for parking on their street for half an hour because they were freaked out by a big white van. Sold the van about a year ago and recently moved into a car with only 35000 miles on it, in great condition, which cost me less than £2000. With the car life is so much simpler, I can park easier and drive anywhere without worrying about emissions fines. I have working heating (although not needed it yet.) I’m really restricted on what I can have so have to be on it with organisation and keeping clean. I’m sure it’s obvious what I’m doing but I’ve not had any negative looks or experiences yet. I haven’t figured out cooking and eating properly in such a small space yet but I’m getting there! At the moment I’m just buying raw veggies and various pre-made bits and bobs. Obviously winter will be tough but at the moment I’m so happy. edit and barely any commute to work!
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2024.06.01 11:52 mochimikmik Tired of my mom
I have been talking to my mom less and less this past few months and its honestly been the best my mental state has been except for this week. I bombed a qualifying test for an internship with a big company and its the end of the semester so I have a shit ton of assessments to submit so because of this I’ve been purging for 4 days now.
I still live with my mom but we rarely talk and the off chance that we do she comments about how big I’m getting. I have gained weight the past few months and in all honestly I don’t mind my weight about 70% of the time. I’m too busy with a part time job (which is physical anyway so I’ve gained a lot of muscle not just fat) and trying to build up my career to worry about it. I’ve literally done so much things in this semester that I’m so proud of but I don’t see the value of sharing it with her.
Anyway back to today which was the first day I haven’t purged since Tuesday because my chest has been hurting from doing it. It’s also the first time I’ve worn something tight in a while because of skin issues. Guess what my mom says when she gets home? “Oh you’re boobs have gotten bigger but it’s also because you’ve gotten bigger in general. You should go on a diet soon”. I just responded that I’ll diet when I get an actual job in my field. I’m so ready to move out but my savings aren’t enough yet.
Idk sorry for the long text just needed to rant.
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I still live with my mom but we rarely talk and the off chance that we do she comments about how big I’m getting. I have gained weight the past few months and in all honestly I don’t mind my weight about 70% of the time. I’m too busy with a part time job (which is physical anyway so I’ve gained a lot of muscle not just fat) and trying to build up my career to worry about it. I’ve literally done so much things in this semester that I’m so proud of but I don’t see the value of sharing it with her.
Anyway back to today which was the first day I haven’t purged since Tuesday because my chest has been hurting from doing it. It’s also the first time I’ve worn something tight in a while because of skin issues. Guess what my mom says when she gets home? “Oh you’re boobs have gotten bigger but it’s also because you’ve gotten bigger in general. You should go on a diet soon”. I just responded that I’ll diet when I get an actual job in my field. I’m so ready to move out but my savings aren’t enough yet.
Idk sorry for the long text just needed to rant.
2024.06.01 11:29 BigToast6 OK my HONEST opinion
Because I know you're all dying for it more that any critic or YouTuber.
Finally a catchy beat. Jesus fucking christ was it that hard to figure out over 10 years?
Lyrics are OK. Some humour which is good. Few hokey parts. It highlights how boring em has become trying to put on this tough, serious image.
The video is OK. Some funny parts, nostalgia, cameos etc but his plastic surgery face is just weirding me out. It's especially jarring when you have 26 year old em in the video.. did they put his new nose on his old face?
Overall its a decent effort but it has to be noted that he had to pull out all the old tricks which he seemed to really want to move on from to get people truly excited. His recent stuff just wasn't it. And hmm I dunno how to feel about a 51 year old mincing around doing the whole slim shady act... I've a feeling live performances of this might be a bit 😬
Now let's see what the album has to offer. Is he gonna keep relying on cameos and what is he actually gonna say ... houdini was pretty tame/lame lyric wise.he can't keep saying "slim shady is back" and then the worst he says is his cat is transgender or telling Paul etc to fuck off 😴
I've seen quite a few comments from randoms who don't really pay attention to em that he looks like David Gest now which cracks me tf up!!
So overall, you're all doing too much with the masterpiece overhype like it's a bit cringe but not the worst shit he's put out ever.
5/10
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Finally a catchy beat. Jesus fucking christ was it that hard to figure out over 10 years?
Lyrics are OK. Some humour which is good. Few hokey parts. It highlights how boring em has become trying to put on this tough, serious image.
The video is OK. Some funny parts, nostalgia, cameos etc but his plastic surgery face is just weirding me out. It's especially jarring when you have 26 year old em in the video.. did they put his new nose on his old face?
Overall its a decent effort but it has to be noted that he had to pull out all the old tricks which he seemed to really want to move on from to get people truly excited. His recent stuff just wasn't it. And hmm I dunno how to feel about a 51 year old mincing around doing the whole slim shady act... I've a feeling live performances of this might be a bit 😬
Now let's see what the album has to offer. Is he gonna keep relying on cameos and what is he actually gonna say ... houdini was pretty tame/lame lyric wise.he can't keep saying "slim shady is back" and then the worst he says is his cat is transgender or telling Paul etc to fuck off 😴
I've seen quite a few comments from randoms who don't really pay attention to em that he looks like David Gest now which cracks me tf up!!
So overall, you're all doing too much with the masterpiece overhype like it's a bit cringe but not the worst shit he's put out ever.
5/10
2024.06.01 11:14 iranoveryourgrandma i can’t do it no more 😭
i’ve been trying to transfer to a different store (why is it so fucking hard now help) in a different district nearby and it’s hell.
i’m transferring because my shitass manager is literally fucking stupid and an ignorant dumbass. she can’t do her job in the slightest she can’t even date shit right when she does the morning pull we have to re do it. she cannot schedule people she cannot train people she cannot respond to her workers she can’t fucking communicate anything and she has discriminated against me and that’s the biggest reason i’m trying to leave. she literally just sits on her ass when she’s here and most of the time she’s scheduled she isn’t not here and literally has been doing time theft for over a year.
on thursday i was at work and looked at the schedule in the back and realized I AM NOT ON THE FUCKING SCHEDULE ANYMORE STARTING NEXT WEEK. i texted her freaking out and she said she assumed that the transfer would go through and that’s why. gave no fucking solution and said as soon as she’s done figuring the current staffing issue (every fucking day) she will figure it out.
she also posted on my daily that she will be out for a week or 2 (i can’t remember) starting may 31st and she will not be answering anything work related. ……… what the actual fuck am i supposed to do 😭😭😭 i am not scheduled at all anymore and i can’t message her for at least the next week and i need money bad rn im moving out next week
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i’m transferring because my shitass manager is literally fucking stupid and an ignorant dumbass. she can’t do her job in the slightest she can’t even date shit right when she does the morning pull we have to re do it. she cannot schedule people she cannot train people she cannot respond to her workers she can’t fucking communicate anything and she has discriminated against me and that’s the biggest reason i’m trying to leave. she literally just sits on her ass when she’s here and most of the time she’s scheduled she isn’t not here and literally has been doing time theft for over a year.
on thursday i was at work and looked at the schedule in the back and realized I AM NOT ON THE FUCKING SCHEDULE ANYMORE STARTING NEXT WEEK. i texted her freaking out and she said she assumed that the transfer would go through and that’s why. gave no fucking solution and said as soon as she’s done figuring the current staffing issue (every fucking day) she will figure it out.
she also posted on my daily that she will be out for a week or 2 (i can’t remember) starting may 31st and she will not be answering anything work related. ……… what the actual fuck am i supposed to do 😭😭😭 i am not scheduled at all anymore and i can’t message her for at least the next week and i need money bad rn im moving out next week
2024.06.01 11:03 ThrowRA368921 How do I tell my bf I don’t have the emotional capacity for him rn? 21F & 30M
How do I tell my BF I don’t have the emotional capacity for him right now? 21F & 30M
I have been with my partner for a year. Our relationship was rocky at the beginning but has been very solid the last couple months. Until about 2 months ago when I found out I was pregnant. I seriously considered keeping it, but ultimately decided to go through with a medical abortion.
This was tough on me physically and emotionally. The first few days I was inconsolable with grief and exhaustion. The actual procedure was traumatic, and I very much regretted my choice. The past couple weeks I’ve just been distant. I feel I’d be better off single, that we have nothing in common, etc. We spent almost 2 weeks apart recently while he went back to visit family (a trip he’d had planned for a while) and I felt much better just focusing on myself through all of this, even though I missed him at first. I was able to put my grief aside and started doing things for myself. Fell into a routine, etc.
Then he got back and I found it really tough to just pretend our relationship hadn’t fundamentally changed. While it was going on (the pregnancy, the abortion) we were really close. We talked about moving in, moving cities to raise our baby, the whole nine. Then he went away and i had the abortion and grieved alone. Now that he’s back i told him I can’t move in with him and that I need time. But we’ve been together almost every day since.
A few days ago I blew up on him, telling him I can’t believe he left me alone, etc. He asked me what I needed to feel supported and I couldn’t tell him. I want him but I feel like I need to deal with this alone. He cried the night we fought, i cried too, and I just couldn’t bring myself to be there for him. He keeps saying this is hard on him too, and things with his family are tough. But I can’t bring myself to care. Maybe I’m the asshole. I just feel like I was the one going to ultrasounds, I handled the worst pain of my life and dealt with the abortion itself alone, I cried alone in bed for days after it. I feel detached from him, and don’t have the emotional capacity to care about how it’s affecting him when I know it can’t be the same.
I know it’s selfish to say my problems are bigger than his, and they’re not. I just feel like my experience was more acute and more difficult to escape than his. His was a “what if” and mine was physical, and hormonal, and very painful at the end. I just can’t compare our experiences and I’m not ready to give him support. I just don’t want him around right now because I’m barely keeping myself afloat and don’t have the capacity to even care about how he’s feeling.
This has changed everything, and I tried to tell him that. But he doesn’t understand. How do i tell him what I’m feeling without sounding like the biggest piece of shit? How do i ask for a prolonged period of space? Or do I just end things if I’m feeling like this? Shouldn’t I want to handle this together? I’m at a loss.
TLDR: Following my abortion I’m finding it really hard to connect with my bf, and don’t have the emotional capacity to support him or be with him. How do I tell him this without hurting him/in a way he can understand? Should I just break up with him if I’m feeling this way?
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I have been with my partner for a year. Our relationship was rocky at the beginning but has been very solid the last couple months. Until about 2 months ago when I found out I was pregnant. I seriously considered keeping it, but ultimately decided to go through with a medical abortion.
This was tough on me physically and emotionally. The first few days I was inconsolable with grief and exhaustion. The actual procedure was traumatic, and I very much regretted my choice. The past couple weeks I’ve just been distant. I feel I’d be better off single, that we have nothing in common, etc. We spent almost 2 weeks apart recently while he went back to visit family (a trip he’d had planned for a while) and I felt much better just focusing on myself through all of this, even though I missed him at first. I was able to put my grief aside and started doing things for myself. Fell into a routine, etc.
Then he got back and I found it really tough to just pretend our relationship hadn’t fundamentally changed. While it was going on (the pregnancy, the abortion) we were really close. We talked about moving in, moving cities to raise our baby, the whole nine. Then he went away and i had the abortion and grieved alone. Now that he’s back i told him I can’t move in with him and that I need time. But we’ve been together almost every day since.
A few days ago I blew up on him, telling him I can’t believe he left me alone, etc. He asked me what I needed to feel supported and I couldn’t tell him. I want him but I feel like I need to deal with this alone. He cried the night we fought, i cried too, and I just couldn’t bring myself to be there for him. He keeps saying this is hard on him too, and things with his family are tough. But I can’t bring myself to care. Maybe I’m the asshole. I just feel like I was the one going to ultrasounds, I handled the worst pain of my life and dealt with the abortion itself alone, I cried alone in bed for days after it. I feel detached from him, and don’t have the emotional capacity to care about how it’s affecting him when I know it can’t be the same.
I know it’s selfish to say my problems are bigger than his, and they’re not. I just feel like my experience was more acute and more difficult to escape than his. His was a “what if” and mine was physical, and hormonal, and very painful at the end. I just can’t compare our experiences and I’m not ready to give him support. I just don’t want him around right now because I’m barely keeping myself afloat and don’t have the capacity to even care about how he’s feeling.
This has changed everything, and I tried to tell him that. But he doesn’t understand. How do i tell him what I’m feeling without sounding like the biggest piece of shit? How do i ask for a prolonged period of space? Or do I just end things if I’m feeling like this? Shouldn’t I want to handle this together? I’m at a loss.
TLDR: Following my abortion I’m finding it really hard to connect with my bf, and don’t have the emotional capacity to support him or be with him. How do I tell him this without hurting him/in a way he can understand? Should I just break up with him if I’m feeling this way?
2024.06.01 10:57 miriamtzipporah Can’t get out of bed
This is my first post here, but I’ve been diagnosed with CPTSD for years, and lately it’s gotten so much worse. My friend unexpectedly passed in November, my boyfriend of a year and a half moved away and ghosted me, I was in an abusive “situationship” where the guy sexually assaulted me to a T the same way another guy before him had (and this was definitely on purpose because I trusted him and told him the details), and my friend was moved from the ICU to hospice today because there’s nothing left they can do for him. Since the sexual assault and a later physical assault from the same person I feel like I’m stuck in the center of a dark tunnel and there isn’t light coming out of either side. Most days I don’t have the energy to get out of bed. I rarely have the energy to bathe, my teeth hygiene has absolutely gone to shit. And I literally can’t bring myself to care enough about myself or life in general to change any of it. Nothing I’ve experienced in life is worth getting out of bed for. And despite being in bed constantly, my sleep schedule is for shit, I’m up all night with racing thoughts and when I finally do sleep it’s just nightmares. I’ve never really spoken about my CPTSD before to anyone, including therapists (other than the psychologist who diagnosed me but obviously they’re different from therapists) and I’m feeling so fucking alone I just need someone to listen and tell me I’m not crazy. I just don’t want to be alone
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2024.06.01 10:55 rat-under-the-bridge My parents are unpredictable and I don't know what to do
CW/TW: ableism, transphobia, emotional abuse
So, for context: I'm 22, I was diagnosed with autism around a year and a half ago and 1 year ago I came out as trans to my parents. I live in Russia (yes, big yikes, I know) and the government banned any sort of transition last summer and it's illegal for me to basically exist as lgbt is considered BY LAW an extremist organization
I never really felt "safe" with my parents if that makes sense. I never know what kind of reaction to anticipate to anything. From outside our family looks like an extremely close and trusting one but the "trust" is something I realized I have an obligation to have. My parents always said that I have to trust them because they're the only ones who will always be there for me.
And quite recently in therapy I realized that I've never actually trusted them, but when I tried really hard and pushed myself to be more open and honest I always got bad reactions. Not really support. They always start questioning me and saying that I have no idea/life skills/experience. I fully depend on my father financially since the combination of autism+dysphoria+(potential ADHD) was always so bad that I had trouble with things like going outside, showering, socializing etc. Needless to say I don't have any kind of degree. But recently because of the social transition among my friends and some accommodations for my autistic brain I've been able to work for my best friend (I help her with ceramics it's really fun). I don't earn much but there's a big possibility of doing a week long course about ceramic molds and having a lot more work opportunities.
My coming out went horribly. At that time I've just began to trust my parents a little more and I thought that it'll go smoothly or at the very least I'd get the "I don't get it but we'll get through this and I love you" thing. What happened was my mom nearly had a heart attack, yelled at me, said that I've presented them with another problem and that I haven't told them soon enough (as I understand she got mad that I came out to my best friend to try out he/him pronouns a couple of months before coming out to my parents and that's not what I should have done in her opinion). She started saying things like "I don't know how you'll live like this" and that there were no signs, that I'm "very feminine in every single way". She also has a tendency to try to distance me from my friends in stressful situations, she usually says that they are all using me because our family is well off and that she only allows them to be my friends because " they bring more good then bad" My dad was a bit better I guess, he was calmer, said to mom that it's fine. They started trying to use my pronouns around 6 months after I came out, they don't call me by my name yet but are getting better with the pronouns.
The thing is that in the past 2-3 months I've been trying to explain to my dad that HRT is something that I need to feel better. And a month ago he seemed to get on board with it, literally this week he said that he's waiting for the T prescription to arrive(as this all is illegal in Russia, I have to go to a trans friendly endocrinologist who then monitors me and prescribes the dose of T but I have to figure out how to get the T myself).
But then yesterday evening he texted me out of nowhere that he wants to talk to my therapist. And when I said sure and asked him why he just said "I just have to talk to her that's it. Can you arrange that?" I get very anxious with this kind of thing because I'm used to him and my mom discussing my health issues without me present and it bothers me a lot. So I calmly explained that I really need at least some kind of explanation to just not be so anxious about it, I just wanted to know what's going on. He just replied that I clearly don't trust either him or my therapist. So I explained again why I'm anxious about it, that I know it's probably nothing bad but just the situation itself is strange and it would help to know why he wants to talk to her. He just asked again if I can arrange it and didn't respond to anything I said. I'm scared that if he doesn't like a single little thing he'll change his mind on HRT I had a whole meltdown after that and I'm still feeling like shit. I'm so scared that any choice I have I'm gonna get robbed of because my parents still see me as a child that they can make the decisions for.
Also I understand that the only option in a potential bad situation is pursuing the work opportunity and trying to move out somehow. And I'm working on that plan for now, I also have an extremely supportive GF and group of friends. Realistically I know I have places to run to if I have to. I guess I just need some support and validation because it feels like I'm going crazy. I constantly overthink my whole relationship with my parents. They aren't bad people and I don't know if this is actually abusive behavior because they still try so hard to support me. I don't know what to think anymore but I've always had an "escape plan", like since I was 13 maybe. I felt caged. But I'm not sure if it is objective reality or me just being paranoid.
Thanks for reading this gigantic post btw
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So, for context: I'm 22, I was diagnosed with autism around a year and a half ago and 1 year ago I came out as trans to my parents. I live in Russia (yes, big yikes, I know) and the government banned any sort of transition last summer and it's illegal for me to basically exist as lgbt is considered BY LAW an extremist organization
I never really felt "safe" with my parents if that makes sense. I never know what kind of reaction to anticipate to anything. From outside our family looks like an extremely close and trusting one but the "trust" is something I realized I have an obligation to have. My parents always said that I have to trust them because they're the only ones who will always be there for me.
And quite recently in therapy I realized that I've never actually trusted them, but when I tried really hard and pushed myself to be more open and honest I always got bad reactions. Not really support. They always start questioning me and saying that I have no idea/life skills/experience. I fully depend on my father financially since the combination of autism+dysphoria+(potential ADHD) was always so bad that I had trouble with things like going outside, showering, socializing etc. Needless to say I don't have any kind of degree. But recently because of the social transition among my friends and some accommodations for my autistic brain I've been able to work for my best friend (I help her with ceramics it's really fun). I don't earn much but there's a big possibility of doing a week long course about ceramic molds and having a lot more work opportunities.
My coming out went horribly. At that time I've just began to trust my parents a little more and I thought that it'll go smoothly or at the very least I'd get the "I don't get it but we'll get through this and I love you" thing. What happened was my mom nearly had a heart attack, yelled at me, said that I've presented them with another problem and that I haven't told them soon enough (as I understand she got mad that I came out to my best friend to try out he/him pronouns a couple of months before coming out to my parents and that's not what I should have done in her opinion). She started saying things like "I don't know how you'll live like this" and that there were no signs, that I'm "very feminine in every single way". She also has a tendency to try to distance me from my friends in stressful situations, she usually says that they are all using me because our family is well off and that she only allows them to be my friends because " they bring more good then bad" My dad was a bit better I guess, he was calmer, said to mom that it's fine. They started trying to use my pronouns around 6 months after I came out, they don't call me by my name yet but are getting better with the pronouns.
The thing is that in the past 2-3 months I've been trying to explain to my dad that HRT is something that I need to feel better. And a month ago he seemed to get on board with it, literally this week he said that he's waiting for the T prescription to arrive(as this all is illegal in Russia, I have to go to a trans friendly endocrinologist who then monitors me and prescribes the dose of T but I have to figure out how to get the T myself).
But then yesterday evening he texted me out of nowhere that he wants to talk to my therapist. And when I said sure and asked him why he just said "I just have to talk to her that's it. Can you arrange that?" I get very anxious with this kind of thing because I'm used to him and my mom discussing my health issues without me present and it bothers me a lot. So I calmly explained that I really need at least some kind of explanation to just not be so anxious about it, I just wanted to know what's going on. He just replied that I clearly don't trust either him or my therapist. So I explained again why I'm anxious about it, that I know it's probably nothing bad but just the situation itself is strange and it would help to know why he wants to talk to her. He just asked again if I can arrange it and didn't respond to anything I said. I'm scared that if he doesn't like a single little thing he'll change his mind on HRT I had a whole meltdown after that and I'm still feeling like shit. I'm so scared that any choice I have I'm gonna get robbed of because my parents still see me as a child that they can make the decisions for.
Also I understand that the only option in a potential bad situation is pursuing the work opportunity and trying to move out somehow. And I'm working on that plan for now, I also have an extremely supportive GF and group of friends. Realistically I know I have places to run to if I have to. I guess I just need some support and validation because it feels like I'm going crazy. I constantly overthink my whole relationship with my parents. They aren't bad people and I don't know if this is actually abusive behavior because they still try so hard to support me. I don't know what to think anymore but I've always had an "escape plan", like since I was 13 maybe. I felt caged. But I'm not sure if it is objective reality or me just being paranoid.
Thanks for reading this gigantic post btw
2024.06.01 10:55 soma9999 AITA for being a little distant with my parents
I grew up watching my parents fight all the time. They would fight with each other and my grandparents mostly over money. I affected me a lot, had a lot of anxiety issues growing up still do to some extent. Many times they tried involving me and my brother in their fights. I tried at times to resolve them but it never worked. It was especially bad during Covid. Had to deal with this shit for 23 years. Have since moved out. Until a few months ago they used to ask me about my gf and used to judge her since she doesn’t earn as well as me due to her profession until I started cutting the phone on them(ironically my mom is in the same profession). Now I have stopped telling them about my finances also due to this comparison. My mom says you don’t tell us anything we ask we did so much for you. She called me and was talking emotionally for 1 hour and I was trying to make her understand that it is my life I have the right to not tell you something but she got so emotional that we did a lot for you don’t we have the right to know about your life. Don’t get me wrong they did do a lot for me even though they weren’t that financially well off I was able to go to a top college, if they hadn’t invested in me I wouldn’t be doing so well in life but I have my own life and have the right to decide things for myself.
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2024.06.01 10:47 srto711 “I was basically infantry”
When I got out, I did as much as I could to distance myself from my past life. I saw the real world but it just became a nightmare when I returned to the actual real world. I tried to move past it, but I found I couldn’t do it on my own. I took the VA up on their offers for getting involved in veterans groups, hoping to find people like me. I joined a lot, desperately looking for others who have felt what is eating away at me. Maybe I’m sabotaging myself by trying to hide from everyone. But I always meet people who seems to care about me. I respect them all, and I appreciate their kindness and them going out of their way to assure me that I’m not on my own.
But I keep hearing this phrase. The way I see it, vets are vets, some have seen what you have and some haven’t, but we all have seen an ugly side of the world that no one else has. I never mention my job unless I’m asked. The job doesn’t really matter. But, in my experience, a lot of infantry vets like to make it known what they were to make them feel superior. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with being proud. But one of those lessons you learn deep in the shit is that you are all equally worthless. It stings at first, until you see that who you were or what you signed up for is all irrelevant when survival, for you and your brothers, is all that matters. This kind of love is the rarest and unique to only the chosen few.
Hearing this phrase is a broken record. They always ask what I did and this is their response. No, you were not. You may have had a rough day. You may have had to take on a role that was secondary to your skill set. We are all soldiers. And many, probably most, infantrymen haven’t even had an experience like yours. Your contributions to your MOS are probably far greater than whatever they have done. “Everyone is either infantry or supporting them.” However sharp the tip, it’s useless without the rest of the spear.
We are all heroes. Don’t sell yourself short because you weren’t kicking in doors. But don’t sell short the guys who were. I’m not trying to shame those who say this phrase, I’m trying to help those who say this phrase out of shame. You are enough, you made a difference, even if it wasn’t apparent to you, it was apparent to me. Anyone who looks down on you has never seen the machine, the cogs and grease, the pistons that drive us all forward.
You weren’t an infantryman, you were commo, making sure we could communicate and call dustoff so my brother could be a father and not just a stone. You were a combat engineer, losing your own soldiers so the machine could keep rolling. You were a fister, stepping up when you lost your WSL. You were artillery, living with the burden of those we stepped over. You all deserve so much better. But you never ask for anything more. You weren’t “basically infantrymen,” you were soldiers of the highest caliber. You are all heroes. And it is such an honor to have met you.
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But I keep hearing this phrase. The way I see it, vets are vets, some have seen what you have and some haven’t, but we all have seen an ugly side of the world that no one else has. I never mention my job unless I’m asked. The job doesn’t really matter. But, in my experience, a lot of infantry vets like to make it known what they were to make them feel superior. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with being proud. But one of those lessons you learn deep in the shit is that you are all equally worthless. It stings at first, until you see that who you were or what you signed up for is all irrelevant when survival, for you and your brothers, is all that matters. This kind of love is the rarest and unique to only the chosen few.
Hearing this phrase is a broken record. They always ask what I did and this is their response. No, you were not. You may have had a rough day. You may have had to take on a role that was secondary to your skill set. We are all soldiers. And many, probably most, infantrymen haven’t even had an experience like yours. Your contributions to your MOS are probably far greater than whatever they have done. “Everyone is either infantry or supporting them.” However sharp the tip, it’s useless without the rest of the spear.
We are all heroes. Don’t sell yourself short because you weren’t kicking in doors. But don’t sell short the guys who were. I’m not trying to shame those who say this phrase, I’m trying to help those who say this phrase out of shame. You are enough, you made a difference, even if it wasn’t apparent to you, it was apparent to me. Anyone who looks down on you has never seen the machine, the cogs and grease, the pistons that drive us all forward.
You weren’t an infantryman, you were commo, making sure we could communicate and call dustoff so my brother could be a father and not just a stone. You were a combat engineer, losing your own soldiers so the machine could keep rolling. You were a fister, stepping up when you lost your WSL. You were artillery, living with the burden of those we stepped over. You all deserve so much better. But you never ask for anything more. You weren’t “basically infantrymen,” you were soldiers of the highest caliber. You are all heroes. And it is such an honor to have met you.
2024.06.01 10:45 Ready-Bat-8824 May 2024 Hilaria Baldwin’s IG Recap = 5 Posts or “The Baby Also Has Sewer Slippers?!?”
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Alec: Well, in my family now, I'm the only person I know who drops four kids off at school in the morning and comes home and I still have three kids waiting for me. When I get home, I have seven - I have eight children. Ireland, my oldest daughter who's married, Ireland has a baby, and she and her boyfriend are living in Oregon. And I met my wife and I got remarried and I had seven kids in nine years. It's crazy. (I think you meant to say, “my wife is batshit crazy.” The devil is in the details, Zander) And then, all of a sudden, I met my wife, who I love dearly, (I think he repeats this in virtually every interview to counter the years of talking shit about Kim Basinger) every time the baby would get to be two years old, we’d go, maybe it's time for one more baby, one more baby, so we have seven kids. But we're actually selling our house, moving to Vermont. We bought a place in Vermont, and I'm trying to get everybody to start to acclimate up there…I think my wife wants a little change of scenery now, it's so crowded out here…I love Vermont. It's so peaceful. We got a great deal. We got fifty-five acres; house was built in 1792. It's very pretty. The Kids Want Alec Around All the Time Host: What do you do away from your family? Meaning, do you play golf? Do you play tennis? Alec: I play tennis all summer...The thing that's happened in these last ten years, especially the last three or four years, is my kids are used to me being around…I mean they really rely on that… when I'm gone, they're like, you know, they're on FaceTime. If I travel to go away for a couple of days to get a paycheck, they’re on my FaceTime going you know, where are you? What are you doing? You know, they're completely baffled when I go away. (God bless those kiddos and I’m preeetttttty sure they rely on Leonela/Leonetta a whole lot.) Drug & Alcohol Use Alec: Every day for two years, I think I snorted a line of cocaine from here to Saturn. We did one on the rings of Saturn. Then we came home. We took it back home. I mean, cocaine was like coffee back and everybody was doing it all day. I did a lot of coke and then I and then February 23rd, 1985…I stopped doing drugs and my drinking increased, which is they tell you that's going to happen, and that did happen. I just started drinking. I mean, and the thing, I miss drinking. I don't miss drugs at all, but I do miss drinking. I like to drink. (I appreciate next to nothing about this man, but I appreciate the honesty of this statement). Host: But because you don't drink, and because you don't do drugs, what do you do? Do you meditate? What do you do to deal with the pressures of the outside, you know, forces, (I think you mean “lawsuits”, Paul) what do you do to get away from that? Alec: (deadpan) Drink. I drink. I lied; I've been drinking nonstop since 1985. I lie. I tell people I'm sober and I drink my balls off. (Laughs) But no, I do miss drinking, I must say…New York relaxes me. I walk around and I see aspects of it that I've never seen before. I look at a building and I'll go, my god, I never noticed that about that building. Those doors. You know. New York is like a European city. You walk around and keep your eyes open. And I have lunches and coffee with my friends. (Um is he talking about the owner of Madman Espresso? Because that’s the only coffee related person we’ve ever seen him around.) And, I'd like to get out of here because the city is chaotic. (But also relaxing? What the hell?) But we live in the village. It's a little bit more residential. I love New York. I go to the symphony and the opera and the ballet all the time, you know, pretty regularly. But I do try to meditate. Meditating with seven children is like trying to play ping pong on the deck of an aircraft. It's a real pain in the ass. (But they rely on you, Alec?!?!)
MichWho was also there- if only Hillary's mallet could tap some life into the frozen tundra of Mich's mask/face.
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2024.06.01 10:33 Uvblue420 Skinwalkers In Michigan
Skinwalkers in Rural Michigan
I recently purchased a 10,000 lumen flashlight to illuminate the surrounding woods as I walk my dog in the evenings. I have been hearing some strange noises at night, and I figured it would be nice to see everything that boxes me in as I walk Max, my dog. But boy was I wrong. I should have been afraid of what can't be seen outside the veils of my iphone flashlight. What was to be exhumed by my flashlight terrified me to my core. This happened a week or so ago, November, 2nd 2022, Harrison Michigan. The evenings were approaching abruptly now. It was only 8:30pm when I decided to take my golden retriever on one last shit walk before I got settled in for the night. At this time, in rural Michigan at least, it’s pitch black. I cursed underneath my breath as I opened the door and peered out. Fuck, chilly and dark. God, why haven’t I moved south yet? Max was timid this evening, which was so really unlike him. Very strange. The darkness emanating from outside my house poured in like a disease. It was void of any color. Upset about not replacing my porch light, I pulled out my new amazon special, this week it was a 10,000 lumen flashlight. Feeling its expensive metallic body in my hands felt exonerating, and the excitement to use it overthrew any bad vibes Max was giving. He whimpered as soon as the door opened, he then put his tail between his legs and shivered. I scoffed at his weak tendencies here, this was so unlike him. I turned this ungodly bright flashlight on and showed it forward. “For fuck sake look Max, nothing to be afraid of y-” I was cut off. My mouth gaped at what was in front of me. Shown in the powerful beam of the flashlight was a contorted lanky humanoid figure. It slumped down from a standing position and got on all fours like a person miming a frog. Then it jerked its head up and sniffed the air. Animistically. It turned its head and bored its stare right into my eyes. Then it darted into a bush on the edge of the woods. The edge of the woods that surround my entire house. I heard leaves crackle and watched the skin colored creature dissipate into them. I focused the beam of my light directly onto that bush. It was incredibly bright and the bush appeared like high definition from the immense light, especially in contrast to the oily blackness that surrounded me. The bush shaked ominously, like a predator was inside, shifting around. A familiar feminine voice came from that bush. “Please help me… oh god please help… help… help mee…” And the leaves rustled again. Max whimpered in terror and got between my legs. I grabbed the baseball bat that I kept beside the front door for just such occasions and held it beside my head in a “ready to whoop” gesture, the other hand on my flashlight. I shakily started towards the bush from my door. Max bolted inside, leaving me completely alone. “Helllppppp meee” the voice cooed. The soft feminine coo of the voice crackled a little this time. Yeah, almost as if something was masquerading as a female, and luring me in. I was about 6 feet away by now, I could feel the blood pulsating in my temples. Goosh flesh ran down my body. “Helllpp,” deeper voice “Meeee!” An elongated ashy white arm flung towards me at ankle height. I instinctively stomped down on it. I heard cracking and sloshing from underneath my shoe. I stepped directly onto its wrist. I heard a shriek from inside the depths of that bush and the hand sprung up like a trap being set off. The strength possessed by this creature was unreal, it slung me to the ground and began to reel me into its bush where it resided. I screamed, smacked the arm with the bat as hard as I could and then lost control of the bat. It fell next to me as I was dragged closer to the bush, now my feet were inside the leafy abyss. The voice turned into my mothers voice. The clawed hands grasp on me tightened with tremendous strength and the nails dug into my skin through my pants. “Help me Nathaniel. Your mother needs help. I can't walk.” Yeah alright. I shined my light into the bush. What I saw still makes me tremble. It was my dead mothers face there alright, but atop an ashy white skinned humanoid skeleton with backward joints. The arms bent unnaturally opposite of how they should, the legs were bent like a frogs ready to pounce. The eyes were milky white, but were extremely intelligent and they gazed into my consciousness. With all of my force, I horse kicked my deceased mothers face and heard a massive crunch as my heel connected with her masqueraded nose. A profane yelp of pain blasted into the darkness of this B.F.E. where I lived. The grip on my leg loosened just enough from the blow for me to break free. I shot upright and turned to the door. I dropped my flashlight in this madness and couldn’t give a shit less. It could keep it for all I fucking cared. I bolted towards the door, and as I reached the halfway point I was Illuminated by a blinding bright light from behind. Almost like a spotlight beamed right onto me. My. Fucking. God. That thing had my flashlight and was pointing it directly at me. “Helpp… Nathaniel. Help me son.” The light started to bob up and down. Whatever was holding it was lurking closer and closer to me, and was gaining on me much faster than I was to the door. So much for not being able to walk. I ended up winning the foot race miraculously. I jumped inside my door and slammed it behind me. I heard a loud thump into the door immediately following its closure. My mothers late voice came again, beckoning me. “Son. You know your mother has taught you better than this. Let me in. Please, my son.” The light shone through the window at me, blinding me. Seeing spots and now disoriented, I fumbled myself up and managed to lock the door. Max was at the furthest point possible from the door, glaring at the door trembling in fear. Three solid knocks from the top of the door frame. Then the light was gone and I heard a metallic clunk, the thing must have dropped the flashlight on its retreat. The light now was gleaming off a huge tree. I watched a tall skinny humanoid creature with long contorted ligaments jerkily run towards that tree. His legs bent opposite of how our legs do, and same with the arms. Then it bent down in the same erratic way that it moved, and got onto all fours as it approached the tree. It paused a second and peered up the trunk. His head swiftly snapped to my face. Its now black and sunken eyes stared into my soul. I froze in terror as it climbed that trunk, with its face directly bored into me mind you, like squirrel. Scurrying right up it, never leaving contact with my eyes. The light undoubtedly should be blinding his vision, but the sense of intelligence of it knowing my existence was uncanny. Light didnt hurt it. As it ascended it smiled at me, a predatory grin. It disappeared into a purple dot that was still in my vision from when I was blinded by the flashlight. As I moved my head to try to see the creature, I watched tree leaves russell and saw no more of it. Yet. I locked the doors that night and cleaned up Max’s accidents from not going out. At night as I was asleep, I was awoken by my mothers soft voice from right outside the bedroom window. “Let me in Nathaniel..” Then directly following this motherly imitation came a 10,000 lumen flashlight beamed into my face. I heard the window slowly open, but I was blinded by the light.
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I recently purchased a 10,000 lumen flashlight to illuminate the surrounding woods as I walk my dog in the evenings. I have been hearing some strange noises at night, and I figured it would be nice to see everything that boxes me in as I walk Max, my dog. But boy was I wrong. I should have been afraid of what can't be seen outside the veils of my iphone flashlight. What was to be exhumed by my flashlight terrified me to my core. This happened a week or so ago, November, 2nd 2022, Harrison Michigan. The evenings were approaching abruptly now. It was only 8:30pm when I decided to take my golden retriever on one last shit walk before I got settled in for the night. At this time, in rural Michigan at least, it’s pitch black. I cursed underneath my breath as I opened the door and peered out. Fuck, chilly and dark. God, why haven’t I moved south yet? Max was timid this evening, which was so really unlike him. Very strange. The darkness emanating from outside my house poured in like a disease. It was void of any color. Upset about not replacing my porch light, I pulled out my new amazon special, this week it was a 10,000 lumen flashlight. Feeling its expensive metallic body in my hands felt exonerating, and the excitement to use it overthrew any bad vibes Max was giving. He whimpered as soon as the door opened, he then put his tail between his legs and shivered. I scoffed at his weak tendencies here, this was so unlike him. I turned this ungodly bright flashlight on and showed it forward. “For fuck sake look Max, nothing to be afraid of y-” I was cut off. My mouth gaped at what was in front of me. Shown in the powerful beam of the flashlight was a contorted lanky humanoid figure. It slumped down from a standing position and got on all fours like a person miming a frog. Then it jerked its head up and sniffed the air. Animistically. It turned its head and bored its stare right into my eyes. Then it darted into a bush on the edge of the woods. The edge of the woods that surround my entire house. I heard leaves crackle and watched the skin colored creature dissipate into them. I focused the beam of my light directly onto that bush. It was incredibly bright and the bush appeared like high definition from the immense light, especially in contrast to the oily blackness that surrounded me. The bush shaked ominously, like a predator was inside, shifting around. A familiar feminine voice came from that bush. “Please help me… oh god please help… help… help mee…” And the leaves rustled again. Max whimpered in terror and got between my legs. I grabbed the baseball bat that I kept beside the front door for just such occasions and held it beside my head in a “ready to whoop” gesture, the other hand on my flashlight. I shakily started towards the bush from my door. Max bolted inside, leaving me completely alone. “Helllppppp meee” the voice cooed. The soft feminine coo of the voice crackled a little this time. Yeah, almost as if something was masquerading as a female, and luring me in. I was about 6 feet away by now, I could feel the blood pulsating in my temples. Goosh flesh ran down my body. “Helllpp,” deeper voice “Meeee!” An elongated ashy white arm flung towards me at ankle height. I instinctively stomped down on it. I heard cracking and sloshing from underneath my shoe. I stepped directly onto its wrist. I heard a shriek from inside the depths of that bush and the hand sprung up like a trap being set off. The strength possessed by this creature was unreal, it slung me to the ground and began to reel me into its bush where it resided. I screamed, smacked the arm with the bat as hard as I could and then lost control of the bat. It fell next to me as I was dragged closer to the bush, now my feet were inside the leafy abyss. The voice turned into my mothers voice. The clawed hands grasp on me tightened with tremendous strength and the nails dug into my skin through my pants. “Help me Nathaniel. Your mother needs help. I can't walk.” Yeah alright. I shined my light into the bush. What I saw still makes me tremble. It was my dead mothers face there alright, but atop an ashy white skinned humanoid skeleton with backward joints. The arms bent unnaturally opposite of how they should, the legs were bent like a frogs ready to pounce. The eyes were milky white, but were extremely intelligent and they gazed into my consciousness. With all of my force, I horse kicked my deceased mothers face and heard a massive crunch as my heel connected with her masqueraded nose. A profane yelp of pain blasted into the darkness of this B.F.E. where I lived. The grip on my leg loosened just enough from the blow for me to break free. I shot upright and turned to the door. I dropped my flashlight in this madness and couldn’t give a shit less. It could keep it for all I fucking cared. I bolted towards the door, and as I reached the halfway point I was Illuminated by a blinding bright light from behind. Almost like a spotlight beamed right onto me. My. Fucking. God. That thing had my flashlight and was pointing it directly at me. “Helpp… Nathaniel. Help me son.” The light started to bob up and down. Whatever was holding it was lurking closer and closer to me, and was gaining on me much faster than I was to the door. So much for not being able to walk. I ended up winning the foot race miraculously. I jumped inside my door and slammed it behind me. I heard a loud thump into the door immediately following its closure. My mothers late voice came again, beckoning me. “Son. You know your mother has taught you better than this. Let me in. Please, my son.” The light shone through the window at me, blinding me. Seeing spots and now disoriented, I fumbled myself up and managed to lock the door. Max was at the furthest point possible from the door, glaring at the door trembling in fear. Three solid knocks from the top of the door frame. Then the light was gone and I heard a metallic clunk, the thing must have dropped the flashlight on its retreat. The light now was gleaming off a huge tree. I watched a tall skinny humanoid creature with long contorted ligaments jerkily run towards that tree. His legs bent opposite of how our legs do, and same with the arms. Then it bent down in the same erratic way that it moved, and got onto all fours as it approached the tree. It paused a second and peered up the trunk. His head swiftly snapped to my face. Its now black and sunken eyes stared into my soul. I froze in terror as it climbed that trunk, with its face directly bored into me mind you, like squirrel. Scurrying right up it, never leaving contact with my eyes. The light undoubtedly should be blinding his vision, but the sense of intelligence of it knowing my existence was uncanny. Light didnt hurt it. As it ascended it smiled at me, a predatory grin. It disappeared into a purple dot that was still in my vision from when I was blinded by the flashlight. As I moved my head to try to see the creature, I watched tree leaves russell and saw no more of it. Yet. I locked the doors that night and cleaned up Max’s accidents from not going out. At night as I was asleep, I was awoken by my mothers soft voice from right outside the bedroom window. “Let me in Nathaniel..” Then directly following this motherly imitation came a 10,000 lumen flashlight beamed into my face. I heard the window slowly open, but I was blinded by the light.
2024.06.01 10:33 Uvblue420 Skinwalkers In Michigan
Skinwalkers in Rural Michigan
I recently purchased a 10,000 lumen flashlight to illuminate the surrounding woods as I walk my dog in the evenings. I have been hearing some strange noises at night, and I figured it would be nice to see everything that boxes me in as I walk Max, my dog. But boy was I wrong. I should have been afraid of what can't be seen outside the veils of my iphone flashlight. What was to be exhumed by my flashlight terrified me to my core. This happened a week or so ago, November, 2nd 2022, Harrison Michigan. The evenings were approaching abruptly now. It was only 8:30pm when I decided to take my golden retriever on one last shit walk before I got settled in for the night. At this time, in rural Michigan at least, it’s pitch black. I cursed underneath my breath as I opened the door and peered out. Fuck, chilly and dark. God, why haven’t I moved south yet? Max was timid this evening, which was so really unlike him. Very strange. The darkness emanating from outside my house poured in like a disease. It was void of any color. Upset about not replacing my porch light, I pulled out my new amazon special, this week it was a 10,000 lumen flashlight. Feeling its expensive metallic body in my hands felt exonerating, and the excitement to use it overthrew any bad vibes Max was giving. He whimpered as soon as the door opened, he then put his tail between his legs and shivered. I scoffed at his weak tendencies here, this was so unlike him. I turned this ungodly bright flashlight on and showed it forward. “For fuck sake look Max, nothing to be afraid of y-” I was cut off. My mouth gaped at what was in front of me. Shown in the powerful beam of the flashlight was a contorted lanky humanoid figure. It slumped down from a standing position and got on all fours like a person miming a frog. Then it jerked its head up and sniffed the air. Animistically. It turned its head and bored its stare right into my eyes. Then it darted into a bush on the edge of the woods. The edge of the woods that surround my entire house. I heard leaves crackle and watched the skin colored creature dissipate into them. I focused the beam of my light directly onto that bush. It was incredibly bright and the bush appeared like high definition from the immense light, especially in contrast to the oily blackness that surrounded me. The bush shaked ominously, like a predator was inside, shifting around. A familiar feminine voice came from that bush. “Please help me… oh god please help… help… help mee…” And the leaves rustled again. Max whimpered in terror and got between my legs. I grabbed the baseball bat that I kept beside the front door for just such occasions and held it beside my head in a “ready to whoop” gesture, the other hand on my flashlight. I shakily started towards the bush from my door. Max bolted inside, leaving me completely alone. “Helllppppp meee” the voice cooed. The soft feminine coo of the voice crackled a little this time. Yeah, almost as if something was masquerading as a female, and luring me in. I was about 6 feet away by now, I could feel the blood pulsating in my temples. Goosh flesh ran down my body. “Helllpp,” deeper voice “Meeee!” An elongated ashy white arm flung towards me at ankle height. I instinctively stomped down on it. I heard cracking and sloshing from underneath my shoe. I stepped directly onto its wrist. I heard a shriek from inside the depths of that bush and the hand sprung up like a trap being set off. The strength possessed by this creature was unreal, it slung me to the ground and began to reel me into its bush where it resided. I screamed, smacked the arm with the bat as hard as I could and then lost control of the bat. It fell next to me as I was dragged closer to the bush, now my feet were inside the leafy abyss. The voice turned into my mothers voice. The clawed hands grasp on me tightened with tremendous strength and the nails dug into my skin through my pants. “Help me Nathaniel. Your mother needs help. I can't walk.” Yeah alright. I shined my light into the bush. What I saw still makes me tremble. It was my dead mothers face there alright, but atop an ashy white skinned humanoid skeleton with backward joints. The arms bent unnaturally opposite of how they should, the legs were bent like a frogs ready to pounce. The eyes were milky white, but were extremely intelligent and they gazed into my consciousness. With all of my force, I horse kicked my deceased mothers face and heard a massive crunch as my heel connected with her masqueraded nose. A profane yelp of pain blasted into the darkness of this B.F.E. where I lived. The grip on my leg loosened just enough from the blow for me to break free. I shot upright and turned to the door. I dropped my flashlight in this madness and couldn’t give a shit less. It could keep it for all I fucking cared. I bolted towards the door, and as I reached the halfway point I was Illuminated by a blinding bright light from behind. Almost like a spotlight beamed right onto me. My. Fucking. God. That thing had my flashlight and was pointing it directly at me. “Helpp… Nathaniel. Help me son.” The light started to bob up and down. Whatever was holding it was lurking closer and closer to me, and was gaining on me much faster than I was to the door. So much for not being able to walk. I ended up winning the foot race miraculously. I jumped inside my door and slammed it behind me. I heard a loud thump into the door immediately following its closure. My mothers late voice came again, beckoning me. “Son. You know your mother has taught you better than this. Let me in. Please, my son.” The light shone through the window at me, blinding me. Seeing spots and now disoriented, I fumbled myself up and managed to lock the door. Max was at the furthest point possible from the door, glaring at the door trembling in fear. Three solid knocks from the top of the door frame. Then the light was gone and I heard a metallic clunk, the thing must have dropped the flashlight on its retreat. The light now was gleaming off a huge tree. I watched a tall skinny humanoid creature with long contorted ligaments jerkily run towards that tree. His legs bent opposite of how our legs do, and same with the arms. Then it bent down in the same erratic way that it moved, and got onto all fours as it approached the tree. It paused a second and peered up the trunk. His head swiftly snapped to my face. Its now black and sunken eyes stared into my soul. I froze in terror as it climbed that trunk, with its face directly bored into me mind you, like squirrel. Scurrying right up it, never leaving contact with my eyes. The light undoubtedly should be blinding his vision, but the sense of intelligence of it knowing my existence was uncanny. Light didnt hurt it. As it ascended it smiled at me, a predatory grin. It disappeared into a purple dot that was still in my vision from when I was blinded by the flashlight. As I moved my head to try to see the creature, I watched tree leaves russell and saw no more of it. Yet. I locked the doors that night and cleaned up Max’s accidents from not going out. At night as I was asleep, I was awoken by my mothers soft voice from right outside the bedroom window. “Let me in Nathaniel..” Then directly following this motherly imitation came a 10,000 lumen flashlight beamed into my face. I heard the window slowly open, but I was blinded by the light.
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I recently purchased a 10,000 lumen flashlight to illuminate the surrounding woods as I walk my dog in the evenings. I have been hearing some strange noises at night, and I figured it would be nice to see everything that boxes me in as I walk Max, my dog. But boy was I wrong. I should have been afraid of what can't be seen outside the veils of my iphone flashlight. What was to be exhumed by my flashlight terrified me to my core. This happened a week or so ago, November, 2nd 2022, Harrison Michigan. The evenings were approaching abruptly now. It was only 8:30pm when I decided to take my golden retriever on one last shit walk before I got settled in for the night. At this time, in rural Michigan at least, it’s pitch black. I cursed underneath my breath as I opened the door and peered out. Fuck, chilly and dark. God, why haven’t I moved south yet? Max was timid this evening, which was so really unlike him. Very strange. The darkness emanating from outside my house poured in like a disease. It was void of any color. Upset about not replacing my porch light, I pulled out my new amazon special, this week it was a 10,000 lumen flashlight. Feeling its expensive metallic body in my hands felt exonerating, and the excitement to use it overthrew any bad vibes Max was giving. He whimpered as soon as the door opened, he then put his tail between his legs and shivered. I scoffed at his weak tendencies here, this was so unlike him. I turned this ungodly bright flashlight on and showed it forward. “For fuck sake look Max, nothing to be afraid of y-” I was cut off. My mouth gaped at what was in front of me. Shown in the powerful beam of the flashlight was a contorted lanky humanoid figure. It slumped down from a standing position and got on all fours like a person miming a frog. Then it jerked its head up and sniffed the air. Animistically. It turned its head and bored its stare right into my eyes. Then it darted into a bush on the edge of the woods. The edge of the woods that surround my entire house. I heard leaves crackle and watched the skin colored creature dissipate into them. I focused the beam of my light directly onto that bush. It was incredibly bright and the bush appeared like high definition from the immense light, especially in contrast to the oily blackness that surrounded me. The bush shaked ominously, like a predator was inside, shifting around. A familiar feminine voice came from that bush. “Please help me… oh god please help… help… help mee…” And the leaves rustled again. Max whimpered in terror and got between my legs. I grabbed the baseball bat that I kept beside the front door for just such occasions and held it beside my head in a “ready to whoop” gesture, the other hand on my flashlight. I shakily started towards the bush from my door. Max bolted inside, leaving me completely alone. “Helllppppp meee” the voice cooed. The soft feminine coo of the voice crackled a little this time. Yeah, almost as if something was masquerading as a female, and luring me in. I was about 6 feet away by now, I could feel the blood pulsating in my temples. Goosh flesh ran down my body. “Helllpp,” deeper voice “Meeee!” An elongated ashy white arm flung towards me at ankle height. I instinctively stomped down on it. I heard cracking and sloshing from underneath my shoe. I stepped directly onto its wrist. I heard a shriek from inside the depths of that bush and the hand sprung up like a trap being set off. The strength possessed by this creature was unreal, it slung me to the ground and began to reel me into its bush where it resided. I screamed, smacked the arm with the bat as hard as I could and then lost control of the bat. It fell next to me as I was dragged closer to the bush, now my feet were inside the leafy abyss. The voice turned into my mothers voice. The clawed hands grasp on me tightened with tremendous strength and the nails dug into my skin through my pants. “Help me Nathaniel. Your mother needs help. I can't walk.” Yeah alright. I shined my light into the bush. What I saw still makes me tremble. It was my dead mothers face there alright, but atop an ashy white skinned humanoid skeleton with backward joints. The arms bent unnaturally opposite of how they should, the legs were bent like a frogs ready to pounce. The eyes were milky white, but were extremely intelligent and they gazed into my consciousness. With all of my force, I horse kicked my deceased mothers face and heard a massive crunch as my heel connected with her masqueraded nose. A profane yelp of pain blasted into the darkness of this B.F.E. where I lived. The grip on my leg loosened just enough from the blow for me to break free. I shot upright and turned to the door. I dropped my flashlight in this madness and couldn’t give a shit less. It could keep it for all I fucking cared. I bolted towards the door, and as I reached the halfway point I was Illuminated by a blinding bright light from behind. Almost like a spotlight beamed right onto me. My. Fucking. God. That thing had my flashlight and was pointing it directly at me. “Helpp… Nathaniel. Help me son.” The light started to bob up and down. Whatever was holding it was lurking closer and closer to me, and was gaining on me much faster than I was to the door. So much for not being able to walk. I ended up winning the foot race miraculously. I jumped inside my door and slammed it behind me. I heard a loud thump into the door immediately following its closure. My mothers late voice came again, beckoning me. “Son. You know your mother has taught you better than this. Let me in. Please, my son.” The light shone through the window at me, blinding me. Seeing spots and now disoriented, I fumbled myself up and managed to lock the door. Max was at the furthest point possible from the door, glaring at the door trembling in fear. Three solid knocks from the top of the door frame. Then the light was gone and I heard a metallic clunk, the thing must have dropped the flashlight on its retreat. The light now was gleaming off a huge tree. I watched a tall skinny humanoid creature with long contorted ligaments jerkily run towards that tree. His legs bent opposite of how our legs do, and same with the arms. Then it bent down in the same erratic way that it moved, and got onto all fours as it approached the tree. It paused a second and peered up the trunk. His head swiftly snapped to my face. Its now black and sunken eyes stared into my soul. I froze in terror as it climbed that trunk, with its face directly bored into me mind you, like squirrel. Scurrying right up it, never leaving contact with my eyes. The light undoubtedly should be blinding his vision, but the sense of intelligence of it knowing my existence was uncanny. Light didnt hurt it. As it ascended it smiled at me, a predatory grin. It disappeared into a purple dot that was still in my vision from when I was blinded by the flashlight. As I moved my head to try to see the creature, I watched tree leaves russell and saw no more of it. Yet. I locked the doors that night and cleaned up Max’s accidents from not going out. At night as I was asleep, I was awoken by my mothers soft voice from right outside the bedroom window. “Let me in Nathaniel..” Then directly following this motherly imitation came a 10,000 lumen flashlight beamed into my face. I heard the window slowly open, but I was blinded by the light.
2024.06.01 10:28 WitchoftheLand645 24F US - This emotional bundle of hyperactivity recently moved to the US from Australia and could use some folks to chat with
Hello everbody!
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So I'm here bcs I moved to the US (Virginia) for work like 2 months ago, so I feel like I literally just walked out of the airport. I came here with a grand total of 3 bags, bcs shipping is expensive yo and I'm now sitting in my still kinda empty apartment.
Maybe you can give me advice on stuff in the US, good places to eat, go shopping for clothes, makeup and so on or just shoot the shit about literally anything.
Soo if you're up to chatting with a hyperactive vulgar ozzie girl, I'm here.
Peace out
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So I'm here bcs I moved to the US (Virginia) for work like 2 months ago, so I feel like I literally just walked out of the airport. I came here with a grand total of 3 bags, bcs shipping is expensive yo and I'm now sitting in my still kinda empty apartment.
Maybe you can give me advice on stuff in the US, good places to eat, go shopping for clothes, makeup and so on or just shoot the shit about literally anything.
Soo if you're up to chatting with a hyperactive vulgar ozzie girl, I'm here.
Peace out
2024.06.01 10:27 emptypackofgum Today is my day 1, going through an awful breakup with a severe alcoholic, I can’t take it anymore
35/f, today is the day, it’s been on the calendar for a long time now. No drinking after May 31st. I’ve been drinking 8-10 seltzers everyday lately. I basically get home, crack a claw and start working on my garden or a house project, I keep to myself, im mending a broken heart, booze helps me enjoy the mundane things. Thats the kind of drinker I am; outside, w/my dog, always moving/working/cleaning, alone. It’s been a week since I blocked my boyfriend after a total blowout fight (39/m), he has been dragging me down for months and his alcoholism has gotten completely out of control. Cocaine use, pills, starts drinking first thing in the morning, goes through 12-20 drinks easily everyday - and that’s just what I know. He lives an hour away and I feel like he has an entire life apart from me. 8 years wasted with this man. I was away on a trip last month and since I’ve gotten back each time I’ve seen him he’s been next level fucked up and just wants to fight - he said the most horrendous things, I have never been insulted and hurt so deeply by anyone before. The words are still stabbing me. We used to have so much fun drinking together, come to think of it, it’s really all we did. But it’s really ruined us, ruined him and is ruining me. I am having so much trouble quitting - the anxiety, the monotony of life, the loneliness, the missing him, the worrying, the endless list of things I need to do and not having that beer when I get shit done. I have my own past with alcohol. Legal issues prompted me to be sober for about 2 years, this was a year ago. It’s been a full year of being back on the sauce and I can say without a doubt it’s fuckin my life up once again. My family doesn’t know im drinking again/as much. I live and work alone, so I am no stranger to solitude. My boyfriend is one of the only people, maybe the only person, I could tolerate being around 24/7, I love him so much and I hate what alcohol has done to us, we would be so good. We always said that. He knows he has a problem, he says he’s trying to stop. His way is shutting the world out and neglecting me/our relationship. Had to end it, he’s so far gone, I don’t buy the potential fantasy anymore. We weren’t helping each other, we were enabling each other and brought out the worst in each other. I see it clearly, it just sucks. I feel so terrible for letting it get to this point and having yet another failed relationship. Single at 35, thankfully I have no kids. But I am feeling so incredibly alone, unlovable, unwanted, shittiest human alive, pity party over here.
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2024.06.01 10:23 VehicularDisgrace Left hanging for first inspection TWICE
I'll try to be concise. Moved into a SE Melb property in October last year, under management by Biggin Scott. Had our first inspection scheduled for late March. Naturally we tidied the place up and a couple of us made sure to be there in person as I think it's a good idea for the first inspection to have a presence and so we could follow up with a handful of maintenance items. Morning of the inspection, we get an email saying the inspection was cancelled due to an unwell staff member. Bloody annoying, but hey, shit happens.
About a week later we get notified that property management has changed hands over to Harcourts. I figured the owners must've been quite unhappy about the cancelled inspection, but our property manager is still the same person. I checked on google and this PM does in fact seem to work at both companies, and the phone numbers for both companies are very close so I figure they're under the same parent company or something. Whatever, idk and didn't particularly care.
A few weeks back we get an email from Harcourts notifying us of our new inspection date. Somewhat unusually it was today, a Saturday. In the email it says, and I quote; "between 1:00 PM and 5:00 PM on 1/06/2024"
In all my years of renting I can't remember this ever happening on a weekend, but REAs do operate in some capacity on the weekends doing open inspections, auctions and shit like that so it seemed plausible to me. We reply to the email confirming that we'll be home and receive a reply acknowledging.
Today rolls around, we tidied the place up and made time to be here during that window for the same reasons as last time. Nobody showed up and we received zero communication about any kind of cancellation. We rung their office at about 4:45 to find out wtf was going on, no answer, closed.
We're quite rightly annoyed at this point. Given that they didn't name the specific day in their email, I'm assuming this was some kind of typo fuckup, but frankly, their communication in writing has been pretty poor this whole time. To be left hanging for our inspection twice has been a MAJOR inconvenience for us. The time cleaning up and waiting around for them is time I could have been doing other things and spending with friends etc.
What would you do in this situation? I'm thinking we speak to the owner directly (who I don't blame any of this on, btw), and politely explain what a total shitshow this whole thing has been and strongly recommend they change to a totally unrelated REA. Any advice would be greatly appreciated, though.
Thanks in advance and sorry for failing on being concise lol
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About a week later we get notified that property management has changed hands over to Harcourts. I figured the owners must've been quite unhappy about the cancelled inspection, but our property manager is still the same person. I checked on google and this PM does in fact seem to work at both companies, and the phone numbers for both companies are very close so I figure they're under the same parent company or something. Whatever, idk and didn't particularly care.
A few weeks back we get an email from Harcourts notifying us of our new inspection date. Somewhat unusually it was today, a Saturday. In the email it says, and I quote; "between 1:00 PM and 5:00 PM on 1/06/2024"
In all my years of renting I can't remember this ever happening on a weekend, but REAs do operate in some capacity on the weekends doing open inspections, auctions and shit like that so it seemed plausible to me. We reply to the email confirming that we'll be home and receive a reply acknowledging.
Today rolls around, we tidied the place up and made time to be here during that window for the same reasons as last time. Nobody showed up and we received zero communication about any kind of cancellation. We rung their office at about 4:45 to find out wtf was going on, no answer, closed.
We're quite rightly annoyed at this point. Given that they didn't name the specific day in their email, I'm assuming this was some kind of typo fuckup, but frankly, their communication in writing has been pretty poor this whole time. To be left hanging for our inspection twice has been a MAJOR inconvenience for us. The time cleaning up and waiting around for them is time I could have been doing other things and spending with friends etc.
What would you do in this situation? I'm thinking we speak to the owner directly (who I don't blame any of this on, btw), and politely explain what a total shitshow this whole thing has been and strongly recommend they change to a totally unrelated REA. Any advice would be greatly appreciated, though.
Thanks in advance and sorry for failing on being concise lol
2024.06.01 10:08 IGotPIPed Neighbor is keeping me up at night until 2 am. Problem is I don't know which one it is
TL;DR: One of my neighbors is playing loud music until 2 am every night. I'm not sure if the sound is coming from the people living above me, below me, or next door to me (I live on the second floor of a three floor apartment building). They all deny making the noises so there's either another source of the noise I'm not aware of or one of them is lying.
A little background:
I work for a university and a benefit I get is I'm eligible for staff housing. These apartments are very good value for the area of the city I live in and I get to be close to campus to make my commute easier. I live in a HCOL city so if it wasn't for this benefit, I'd barely be able afford my own place. So these apartments are very popular and I was on the waitlist for a year before I got an offer.
I was offered a second floor unit in a three story apartment building. When I applied I got to list my preferences and my first option was a third floor unit. Unfortunately, only the second floor unit was available. I also was only given 24 hours to accept or reject the offer before I would lose it. And at the time my lease at my last place was ending in two weeks and I didn't have any other concrete housing offers. So I unfortunately had no choice but to accept the offer for the second floor unit and I moved in April of this year.
Now for a breakdown of my neighbors (not their real names):
-Ricky: him and his wife live in the unit above me. He works as a postdoc and his wife is 8 months pregnant. They're both in their mid 30s. Because the apartment was built cheaply, I can pretty much hear them most of the time. They're not loud people, I mainly just hear them walking and what sounds like them moving furniture lol, but I know its just the shitty building. Ricky even came down to my apartment to test how loud his music was. They tell me they're in bed by 11 pm every night.
-Max: lives alone in the unit below me. He works as an assistant professor and is in his mid 30s. Max plays music pretty regularly and I can hear it. It doesn't really bother me, at least the music doesn't. It's the bass that's annoying. But if I text him to lower it, he does so. I'm not sure of his sleeping habits, but I sometimes see his lights are on when I've been out late coming home.
-Kenny: lives alone in the unit next door. He works as veterinarian and is in his 60s. I don't hear anything from him other than him snoring sometimes since our bedrooms share a room. He's also normally in bed by 11 pm.
So in all honesty I wouldn't consider my neighbors "neighbors from hell". They're all actually pretty reasonable. But this is the only subreddit I know for this type of thing.
Now onto my dilemma:
Almost every night I hear music and people just loudly talking until 2 am. The music has an annoying bass to it and it's a rhythmic beat, it's hard to explain. I've tried ear plugs, white noise machine, but I can still hear the music and the people talking. I also hear loud stomping. My apartment complex has mandatory quiet hours starting 10 pm on weeknights and 12 am on weekends.
So a couple weeks ago, it was a Monday night and I could hear blaring still at 1 am. In my frustration I sent texts to both Ricky and Max separately to please turn down whatever it was making the noise (not Kenny b/c I hadn't met him yet). The music still played till 2 am. Both Max and Kenny responded next morning and they were pretty pissed at me. They both said they were sleeping at that time and used some wording which basically meant to politely fuck off. If true, I understand their response. I'd be pretty pissed too if someone texted me at 1 am accusing me of making noise I wasn't causing. I admit I could've handled it better, but I was just really tired and fed up.
I gave them the benefit of the doubt and apologized and they accepted my apology. Ricky reiterated that his wife was pregnant and she also hates noise and staying up too late. Max was a little more sympathetic because he saw how sleep deprived I was and he suggested ear plugs and a white noise machine which I had been using but had no effect. I met Kenny later that week and explained the situation to him and he also denied making the noise. He told me he was too old to be staying up until 2 am. I asked him about the neighbors in the unit above him and he said he never heard anything from them.
It's now two months at this apartment and I'm still hearing that shit almost every night. I have no idea where it's coming from because noise travels so weirdly in this building. I can hear stomping and talking so it makes sense if it's Ricky and his wife upstairs. I also hear music and that annoying bass, so it could be Max and possibly one of his friends he always has over. It could be Kenny because his kids do visit him here and there, but I'm not too sold it's him. He's let me inside his unit and I didn't see any music system. I'm thinking it's more Max because of the bass, but that doesn't explain the stomping. I just have no idea where the noise is coming from. All three of them deny making the noise and also tell me they don't hear anything at night.
I'm not too sure what I wanted to accomplish with this post, guess it's more of a rant. I am speaking to the management this upcoming Monday if there's any possibility a third floor unit will be available. I don't want management getting involved over the noise yet because I don't know who it is. And if I blame the wrong person, that'll really mess up my relationship with my neighbors.
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A little background:
I work for a university and a benefit I get is I'm eligible for staff housing. These apartments are very good value for the area of the city I live in and I get to be close to campus to make my commute easier. I live in a HCOL city so if it wasn't for this benefit, I'd barely be able afford my own place. So these apartments are very popular and I was on the waitlist for a year before I got an offer.
I was offered a second floor unit in a three story apartment building. When I applied I got to list my preferences and my first option was a third floor unit. Unfortunately, only the second floor unit was available. I also was only given 24 hours to accept or reject the offer before I would lose it. And at the time my lease at my last place was ending in two weeks and I didn't have any other concrete housing offers. So I unfortunately had no choice but to accept the offer for the second floor unit and I moved in April of this year.
Now for a breakdown of my neighbors (not their real names):
-Ricky: him and his wife live in the unit above me. He works as a postdoc and his wife is 8 months pregnant. They're both in their mid 30s. Because the apartment was built cheaply, I can pretty much hear them most of the time. They're not loud people, I mainly just hear them walking and what sounds like them moving furniture lol, but I know its just the shitty building. Ricky even came down to my apartment to test how loud his music was. They tell me they're in bed by 11 pm every night.
-Max: lives alone in the unit below me. He works as an assistant professor and is in his mid 30s. Max plays music pretty regularly and I can hear it. It doesn't really bother me, at least the music doesn't. It's the bass that's annoying. But if I text him to lower it, he does so. I'm not sure of his sleeping habits, but I sometimes see his lights are on when I've been out late coming home.
-Kenny: lives alone in the unit next door. He works as veterinarian and is in his 60s. I don't hear anything from him other than him snoring sometimes since our bedrooms share a room. He's also normally in bed by 11 pm.
So in all honesty I wouldn't consider my neighbors "neighbors from hell". They're all actually pretty reasonable. But this is the only subreddit I know for this type of thing.
Now onto my dilemma:
Almost every night I hear music and people just loudly talking until 2 am. The music has an annoying bass to it and it's a rhythmic beat, it's hard to explain. I've tried ear plugs, white noise machine, but I can still hear the music and the people talking. I also hear loud stomping. My apartment complex has mandatory quiet hours starting 10 pm on weeknights and 12 am on weekends.
So a couple weeks ago, it was a Monday night and I could hear blaring still at 1 am. In my frustration I sent texts to both Ricky and Max separately to please turn down whatever it was making the noise (not Kenny b/c I hadn't met him yet). The music still played till 2 am. Both Max and Kenny responded next morning and they were pretty pissed at me. They both said they were sleeping at that time and used some wording which basically meant to politely fuck off. If true, I understand their response. I'd be pretty pissed too if someone texted me at 1 am accusing me of making noise I wasn't causing. I admit I could've handled it better, but I was just really tired and fed up.
I gave them the benefit of the doubt and apologized and they accepted my apology. Ricky reiterated that his wife was pregnant and she also hates noise and staying up too late. Max was a little more sympathetic because he saw how sleep deprived I was and he suggested ear plugs and a white noise machine which I had been using but had no effect. I met Kenny later that week and explained the situation to him and he also denied making the noise. He told me he was too old to be staying up until 2 am. I asked him about the neighbors in the unit above him and he said he never heard anything from them.
It's now two months at this apartment and I'm still hearing that shit almost every night. I have no idea where it's coming from because noise travels so weirdly in this building. I can hear stomping and talking so it makes sense if it's Ricky and his wife upstairs. I also hear music and that annoying bass, so it could be Max and possibly one of his friends he always has over. It could be Kenny because his kids do visit him here and there, but I'm not too sold it's him. He's let me inside his unit and I didn't see any music system. I'm thinking it's more Max because of the bass, but that doesn't explain the stomping. I just have no idea where the noise is coming from. All three of them deny making the noise and also tell me they don't hear anything at night.
I'm not too sure what I wanted to accomplish with this post, guess it's more of a rant. I am speaking to the management this upcoming Monday if there's any possibility a third floor unit will be available. I don't want management getting involved over the noise yet because I don't know who it is. And if I blame the wrong person, that'll really mess up my relationship with my neighbors.
2024.06.01 10:08 skatetaks We counting this or nah?
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