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Gun to your head, if a studio basically said "You gotta pick a character from Arrested Development to make a spinoff of. Go!", who would it be?
For me, it'd be Tobias. Now I'm not saying any of the characters from AD should get a spinoff, but if I had to, I think Tobias is the only one who could work.
He's a fan favorite, that you could also make a complete blank slate around him, while also not needing any of the Bluth family around him to make him funny. Sorta like Frasier with Cheers.
Again, not saying it should happen, but that's the one I'd pick to avoid lead in my head.
Who's yours?

Before I start, I want to let everyone know that I am a religious person who loves learning about history and visiting sacred places.
Highlights of Kedarnath:

• No crowd management
• Animal abuse
• Corrupt police and pandits
• Zero empathy
• Scams throughout the market

Story:
A group of 8 friends and I had been planning a trip to Kedarnath for the past year. This year, we finally made our registrations and booked everything two months in advance. When we booked, we were unaware of the crowd situation, or we would have avoided the last week of May.
We started our journey from Rishikesh, where our booked vehicle picked us up and took us to our hotel in Guptkashi. We arrived around 9 PM, and the hotel staff advised us to leave by 1 AM due to heavy traffic. We had dinner, freshened up, and left by 12 AM. We reached Sonprayag (30 KM away) in 2 hours, only to stand in line for 3 hours to get our registrations verified. The delay was due to only having 2 QR scanners for thousands of people. The queue was 2-3 KMs long, and more QR scanners would have made the process much smoother.
After our registrations were verified, we stood in another 2 KM queue to board a taxi to Gaurikund. We started our actual trek around 8 AM, having left at 12 AM. The trek offers amazing views, but it is crowded with mules and horses. There are more animals than humans on this trek, and their owners often push people on foot out of the way and beat the animals if they stop. It was heartbreaking to see, and the entire path was covered in horse manure. Our clothes still smell like it.
We completed the trek and reached the top around 6 PM. After dinner and freshening up, we planned to get VIP tickets for Darshan to avoid the crowd. We learned that, on top of the VIP ticket price, we had to pay "dakshina" directly to the pandit, which was 2500 per ticket. Exhausted, we agreed, but we never received the callback from the "main pandit" regarding confirmation (maybe someone else paid more). The hotel staff advised us to stand in line at 12 AM to avoid a 6 KM queue by 9 AM, so we did. The temple doors opened at 5 AM, and we finally got in.
The biggest shock was inside the temple. Around 8-10 pandits were selling different "services" with prices ranging from 1k to 6k. One pandit even told my friend, "Kya kroge itne paise ka, donate kro yaha pe sab milega" ("What will you do with so much money? Donate here, and you will get everything"). I was heartbroken to see the state of such a holy place. After the darshan, I was shocked to see people bribing pandits and police officers at the exit gate for backdoor entry.
These practices have turned the pilgrimage into a farce, and no one, not even the government, is questioning them.
Some questions that remain unanswered in my mind:

• Why do people ride animals that are abused and beaten so badly? I saw young folks on these animals.
• Why doesn’t the government control the crowd? I've seen people going without registration—about 50% of the crowd is either unregistered or has registration for different dates.
• Why don't they add more QR scanners at the verification point?
• Why do they allow more than 4 pandits inside the temple and permit backdoor entries?
• Why is only the Uttarakhand police present and not other security forces like in Vaishno Devi or Amarnath?

And before anyone comments, "Kedarnath is not a picnic spot; it is a pilgrimage, and it is hard to get Darshan of God," I want to make a few points clear:

• It is a pilgrimage site, but the government has turned it into a tourist spot. Not influencers, but the government.
• It is indeed difficult to get Darshan of God, but the difficulty should come from the 22 KM trek and the weather, not from being pushed around by people who are there for business.

If you are also planning to go to Kedarnath, please keep these things in mind and if you can't walk take the helicopter.
Lastly, I just want to say that my intention is not to hurt anyone's sentiments. I am deeply saddened by the state of Kedarnath and needed to vent my frustrations. I hope that someday the situation will improve and people will be able to find peace there.

TLDR: My gf lacks life skills and I have had to pick up her slack since she refuses to do certain things and am worried that she won't be a good partner in the long run
So we have been living together for over half a year now, it's been interesting, don't really like it. I have taken on the mantle of cooking 90% of the food, doing the majority of the cleaning, all the shopping, I take out the trash, make us coffee every day, drive us places, and just genuinely am responsible for everything.
The little chores my gf does, she does very poorly. I had to teach her how to vacuum and mop, and she still just doesn't understand that you have to vacuum behind the toilet, and under furniture, etc. I have tried to explain it to her but she just gets overwhelmed and says she hates it. She REFUSES to touch raw meat so can't cook, she REFUSES to clean the bathroom, and she REFUSES to do anything that is uncomfortable or overwhelming, despite me offering to guide her through it.
She makes more money than me (I am wrapping up college) and tries to contribute, but we still split 50/50. I know she means well and IS caring and CAN do these things, but she just doesn't. It's building up quite a bit of resentment from me and I have contemplated leaving her but I do love her and care about her, but I just worry that once I get a job that pays really well and she no longer has to work and can focus on kids/house stuff like she says she wnats, that she won't be able to do any of it.
Any tips?

If FFIE is delisted, this movement is over. If you've been on the fench, it's now time to enter the game. FFIE must maintain a stock price of $1 or higher for ten consecutive days or it will be delisted from NASDAQ. That would be catastrophic for most of us in this forum. Many here are just gauging information. Yes, the enemy is part of this forum. Notice how the ranks have grown from 29K to 52K in just two weeks.
"As of May 24, 2024, Faraday Future Intelligent Electric Inc. (FFIE) had until June 25, 2024 to regain compliance with Nasdaq's minimum bid price requirement to remain listed on the Nasdaq:

• Requirement: FFIE's stock must trade above $1 for 10 consecutive trading days. This requirement is based on Nasdaq Listing Rule 5550(a)(2)" (Google, 2024).

This forum has more than enough "true" members to drive the price to where we want it. That can only happen if we all buy and hold for the next three weeks, resisting the urge to sell. On Monday, we all must commit to buying what we can afford. Maybe it's only 100 shares ($0.58 per share * 100 shares=$58). Maybe it's 10,000 shares. The botom line is that time is running out. You must fight the psychology of the fear of loss and hold for the three weeks. Otherwise, you are wasting your time and, likely, your money.
To those with the most money invested here, you know you now have to dig deeper and invest more. To the Newbies amoung us, drop $50 or $100 and hold them. You know you've wasted far more money on more foolish things. To everyone else, buy what you can starting on Monday. Most importantly...stop selling your shares. Give in three more weeks. That will send HUGE PANIC SIGNALS to the enemy they had better release their shorts, and join us to cover their losses. If you want to see FFIE stock go paraerbolic, you must hold onto your shares. There is no other way to say it. That will remove millions of shares from the market, and the enemies grip where their fear will see them buying along with us to cover their losses. That's what it will take to see the stock turn parabolicIt's that simple.
If we do not hold onto our shares and buy more, our effort will be totally in vein. Make no mistake, this is a psycholical as well as a monetary war, and we are the underdogs. It is our last chance to pull off another GME move, or the enemy will win. They have to deal with psychology and the fear of loss, just as we do. Their potential loss is far greater than any individual in this forum. Right now, they' are bloody scared! It's our last chance to Buy, Hold, and force them to join us. You must understand that this is really is a war, and it's time to spit on Our Hands, Hoist the Black Flag, and Begin Slitting Throats!
"We must, indeed, all hang together or, most assuredly, we shall all hang separately."
Benjamin Franklin

Hello, I'm here to add something important related to my post yesterday
When I said mercury determines personality more than sun, I meant it's literally more important than sun for compatibility, and in case you want to truly know someone, I meant that when you want to talk to someone, work with someone, or even start a relationship with someone, his/her mercury is going to be FAR more important than their sun.
Take someone like Kurt Cobain and compare him to Rihanna and tell me if they're the same? Although they have their sun in Pisces, and have the same career, they don't act the same, don't sing the same, don't talk the same, their attitudes are TOO DIFFERENT it's like they're not the same sign, Rihanna is this businesswoman, and Kurt is this tortured bohemian artist.
Take someone like tom cruise does he act like someone like Tom hanks? Both are toms and both are cancers, but they're so different. The way Tom cruise carries himself, his interests, his energy, his attitude, the way he talks, his personality basically is completely different than tom hanks.
Mercury even determines your talent, interests and what you want to do for life, people with sun in aries but mercury in pisces have artistic abilities and are interested in joining a creative field examples: mariah carey, lady gaga, heath ledger, celine dion, reese witherspoon, jackie chan... etc, they always sing, even if they don't turn out to be singers they still sing, they will still have interest in music, and in dance, they will still have artistic abilities or interests even if they chose a different career, and when they're in a different field than art they will also want to be creative and bring their 'own way' to the job, just like a pisces does.
During my research when I was reading interviews and articles of these artists talking about themselves or other people talking about them I noticed how they describe them as "dreamy, empathetic, generous, kind, good-hearted, extremely shy, restless, creative, really sensitive, mature beyond his years" These traits combined are basically Pisces traits.
Now get someone, anyone famous or not, with a pisces sun and a mercury in aries or aquarius.. Say for an example: Justin Bieber, does justin bieber act how a Pisces would act? Does he have the same traits that you would associate with a Pisces? What about the douchebag Steve Jobs (dominant mercury in aqua sun in pisces), how's he a pisces? Does that rich greedy b#stard Bernard Arnault act like a Pisces? Nope. Is Adam levine a pisces?
When you, for an example have pisces sun but mercury in aqua you will find it a little hard to vibe with water signs with mercury in water.. but you will like those with mercury in air or fire signs...
When people say the sun is personality, I just think they don't understand what makes a personality, mercury has all that makes a personality.
Now I'm not saying that sun doesn't matter, because all these people I mentioned still are creative and elegant like pisces, but their personalities aren't pisces AT ALL, and their actions aren't pisces either.
Thanks for reading, have a good day.
Ps: I used the pisces examples simply because it's the easiest to get my point across.

I am a mysterious poet
I want to write poems for and about you
I will have to get to know you first so that I can make the poem personalized
Here is a bunch of super important stuff about me:
Favorite color: Yellow
What I get at Starbucks: mocha frappuccino with espresso shots
The foot I step first with: Right
The last time I had scrambled eggs: Saturday
How much sleep I got last night: 20 hours
The color of my socks: black
The age I will die: Any day now
Twilight or Harry Potter?: Lord of the Rings instead
My favorite literary device: Imagery
My astrological sign: Dragon
How to win my heart: Say the words “Fufu Cuddlypoops” (Bonus if you know where that is from)

I'm just so tired all the time, it literally feels like I can sleep all day. I have a normal sleep schedule, but everyday I just feel so exhausted. I have dark circles under my eyes and I have no energy to do anything anymore. I just lay in bed all day and want to rot. I feel suicidal, I just want to die all the time and it's getting worse. I get nightmares of him, not of what exactly happened but just of different sa from him. I feel like there's no point in going on anymore, I don't think it's going to get better. I don't exactly know what it's like to have a flashback, but I think I've experienced them. I have really bad maladaptive daydreaming, but I don't think it's that. It's like I'm there again, I can't control it or stop it or rewind it. It's like it's happening all over again and that I'm there and I can feel it. When it's happening I just sit there and cry and I feel like screaming but I obviously can't do that so I have to hold it in. My head feels like it's burning constantly too, like the back of my head feels so fucking warm and hot. Like my brain is melting. And I just want to die and I'm so tired I just want to sleep and never wake up again.
•The one big thing that makes me feel valid is that, when I was 11, my stepdad fingered me in my bedroom. I won't go in to too much detail or anything, it's unimportant. But the entire time he just stared at me and everything was silent, like he was waiting for my reaction. Our relationship has always been odd, so I wanted it. But eventually I got scared and told him something, I don't remember what it was but it got him to stop immediately and he apologised too. I don't remember much after, as in I don't know if he left my room or I left first, but I immediately went to the bathroom. Which was when I discovered I was bleeding.
•Around this time, for some strange reason I would repeatedly say to him "fuck me daddy." This would either be in person, or over messages. I remember once, when I was in school, I messaged him that. He told me to stop in case one of my friends saw. I don't know why he didn't tell me to stop for other reasons.
•One day, after telling him that in person, we were in my parents bedroom. I was sat on his bed and he was in front of me in his weird chair. He then started going in to detail about how I wanted him to fuck me, I can't remember exactly what he said, it was like I zoned out. Everytime I try to recall it now it literally feels like bugs start to crawl up me, I don't understand why. I remember the last part, and his really disgusting hushed and gentle voice. He asked if I wanted him to "cum inside of me", or he was just explaining how that would finish. I'm not really sure.
•Still around this same time period of me being 11-12, I would ask him to 'squish me.' The reason why we would call it that is because I would be on my back, my legs would be up all the way to where my head is and he would be on top of me in a way that would 'squish me'. Basically like that one sex position. I would usually be wearing my school uniform when that would happen, so a skirt. During the 'squishing', he would push down on me, so our crotches would basically be against eachother. I don't know why, but I would continuously ask him to 'squish me' and during it I would even say the whole "fuck me daddy" thing. Only recently have I realised that he was probably just pretending to fuck me.
•Other things had happened around that age too, like how we would talk about how many times we masturbated a day and compare it to eachother. Sometimes if I was abruptly going to my room, he would ask if I was going to go masturbate, since we were 'close like that' I would tell him. He would often recommend me NSFW Instagram model accounts. I was once tricked in to sending feet pics to this guy, which really isn't that serious and whenever I brought it up with friends they find it fucking hilarious. But the detail I always leave out is that, I did bring that up with my stepdad and he proceeded to tell me that he already knew. Which means he was spying on me through the crack of the door. If that already didn't bother me, I don't understand why he just allowed me to send those pictures, if he was watching why the hell didn't he stop me?
•I'm pretty sure this also happened around the age of 11 as well, recently, a memory resurfaced but I barely remember it. Basically, I was sucking on his neck. I don't remember who said it, but either him or my mum spoke up and laughed, saying that I needed to stop otherwise I would "give him a hickey." The reason why I wouldn't be surprised if my mum was in the room at the time is because she doesn't care about what he does. She knows everything and just doesn't fucking care.
•I'm very sure that, around that age, my parents begun to expose me to their loud sex. I wouldn't be surprised if it started even younger, however. Obviously, I tried to bring it up with them at the ripe old age of 11 and my mum immediately shot me down with a "it's natural." This only stopped recently, around this year, because I had a big panic attack over hearing them and my mum finally felt guilty. I started getting panic attacks over it the minute it started, maybe the panic attacks were a sign of the trauma when I was younger, but I'm convinced it is now. I heard it so many times that I began to get paranoid every night, I would start to hear it even if they weren't upstairs (I sound crazy, I know.) I would get so anxious every night in case I would hear it, to the point I started to really resent them from it. I know fine well I could just go to sleep before them, but sometimes they even woke me up with it, on numerous occasions.
•I'm convinced my stepdad wanted me to hear it. Around the time of it finally stopping, I got mad because i was hearing it again (I'm unsure if it was due to me hearing shit or they actually were) but it caused me to take my bedding and go downstairs to sleep. In the morning, I was rudely awoken to my stepdad slamming the door open and storming past. He's not usually like that when people are sleeping, so it instantly gave me the impression that he was pissed off and the only reason I can think of is that he was angry I wasn't there to listen.
•He used to tease me for my paranoia to. As a way to discourage them from getting intimate, I would leave my door open at night. This happened around this year, but I was doing that again and I messaged my stepdad if they were actually going to sleep. It then somehow turned to him making a dig about how he knew I gets anxious at night and when I asked why he sent me "In case me and your mam have sex. 😜" Before, I tried to resolve this issue by begging them to just tell me if they were gonna have sex or not so I could sleep downstairs (because I was gonna find out the hard way anyways.) And they kept on refusing? Which just gave me the impression that they wanted me to listen more.
•Around 11 again, he would often tell me details about his and my mums sex life. Like how he was always good at pulling out and the only time he would wear a condom is right when he was about to finish. But the reason why my sister came to be was because he just failed to pull out that one time and my mum refused to get an abortion. Another time, he went on about how him and my mother had sex during her period and how they had to use towels and they didn't enjoy it because it was too messy.
•I don't know if he did things before the age of 11, my memories are very faded and it's like there are major gaps throughout everything. I'm worried that he did, however. When I was very young, I remember having no accidents at all during the night. But then, around the ages of 9, I would have an accident basically every night and would get a lot of water infections. I know that's a classic sign of child sexual abuse, but I don't want to jump to conclusions or anything.
•Another reason as to why I believe more things had happened to me than what I know of is because I always seemed to know what sex was when I was young, but I wouldn't know the name or anything specific about it like how to get pregnant or what cum was. Though, even though I didn't know what it was, it was like I always thought about it, I could never not think about sex, it was disgusting. This stayed until I was around 13. I remember where I even asked my 'boyfriend' at the time, we were both around 8, if he wanted to have sex, and I have no idea why.
•Over the years, he would flash me frequently. Everytime, I would always believe it was an accident because he'd never acknowledge it, besides from that one time which he always jokes about it and blames me. Everytime he would flash me, it would either be because of a convenient hole in the crotch of his pants or because he was wearing very lose fit shorts and it would just be hanging out. The more I think about it, I'm very sure he would have been able to feel such a thing, especially when it was poking out of the hole, but it was like he was just oblivious.
•For some strange reason, when I was younger, I would make comments about small dicks. I don't know if I was commenting on his dick specifically, but he would always say the same thing. "Width matters more than length."
•Recently, around 16-17, he made a joke about how he listens to me masturbating. Once he noticed how shocked I looked, he then went on saying about how my vibrator is too quiet to hear.
•Around 17 again, I went to use the shower. The shower I use is the one that's connected to my parents room. When I locked the door, he got madish and started making comments about it. I had to defend myself, saying how 'the door would open on it's own if I didn't lock it'. Eventually, he backed off.
•I don't understand the point in the fucking door and lock to my bedroom anymore. Whenever I decided to lock my door, my parents start shouting at me through the walls, asking why I locked my door. My stepdad barely knocks, it's like a tap and he doesn't even wait sometimes. I remember seeing a past message from an old friend saying how he tried to walk in when I was changing and that he knew I was changing. I didn't explain myself, I really wish I did because I don't remember this.
•(Around 17.) We were messaging eachother and it somehow turned in to him hinting if I saw this one animated video, it was a porn one. I said no, and to that he sent me a screenshot of it. It wasn't anything bad or anything, just the start of it and nothing was revealing, he then asked if I was sure. And how he was surprised that I hadn't.
•(Around 17.) I don't really get my period, we still don't know why. But as I was getting a lot of blood tests, my stepdad was trying to check things off the list of what it could be. One of those being that my opening is just extremely tight I guess, because he asked if I ever tried penetrating myself. I admitted that I did, but I couldn't get it to exactly go in. Which he then decided to make a comment saying how It's just my 'technique'. I wonder if the only reason he asked that was to see if I ever tried anything out of morbid curiosity.
•(Around 17 again.) He randomly bought me dildo's once, I didn't ask him for them, he just bought them for me and it was wildly uncomfortable. Once he gave me them, he asked if I wanted him to show me how to use them. I said no, which he then said something about how if I ever did then I could ask him. I worry what would have happened if I did say yes.
•When I was around 14, I went glamping. I ended up having to share a bed with him. One of the nights, I woke up to his hand just on top my crotch. I tried grabbing it and moving it away but it just fell back down on to it. I don't know if he put it back there on purpose. I still question if it was a dream, I'm very sure it wasn't because I remember going back to sleep, but it still just bugs me.
•Around 17, I was upset for some reason and he was comforting me. During this, he randomly grabbed the inside of my thigh. I usually just wear a shirt and boxers, so he basically just grabbed my naked thigh but I don't know if he was doing it in a comforting way.
•Usually when I draw, I have my knees up to my chest so it's easier to use my tablet. Considering what I wear for pyjamas, I can always see him looking at my crotch when he comes in to my room. If he really can see everything I don't understand why he doesn't just tell me to put my legs down.
•He's made a lot of uncomfortable jokes over the years too. One of the ones that upsets me sometimes is that, when he was measuring me for a binder, I was constantly moving around because it was uncomfortable since I was just in a sports bra. As he was leaving, I think I told him about how it was uncomfortable for me or something along those lines. He then turned around and shouted "oh come on, it's not like i was fingerings your pussy or anything."
•Very recently, I asked him if I looked okay before going to college. After a bit of back and fourth he said "I wouldn't kick you out of bed, maybe you could find someone in college who would do the same."
•Other times when I asked him if I looked okay, he'd go on tangents about how my ass is great or how he would date me or be too nervous to talk to me if he was my age.
•One of the more recent jokes was when I dropped a mayonnaise lid on my lap. Nothing got on me, but my stepdad turned to me then turned to my mum and shouted "if anyone starts accusing us, just tell them it was mayonnaise!" Or something like that.
•I remember after we watched the new mean girls film, he started going on saying about how he wanted to rewatch it for the Halloween seen (if you know you know) for the 'panty action'. Which rubs me the wrong way because I'm very sure the girls are supposed to be around my age.
•I'm very sure he also made this fake account, pretending to be one of my old groomers that I tried to cut off, just to message me about nsfw topics and ask for pics. It's a whole long yap about paranoia and just suspicions so I won't get into it though. If I tried to provide all the evidence I have, it'll take forever and there's no point.
There's definitely way more things that he's said, joked and done. But I'm only now beginning to realise that they're not okay. Even when I was younger, I was sort of uncomfortable around the jokes so I would just zone out, leading me to not remembering them now.
I probably will never accept that what happened to me was bad, or a big issue. Especially due to the 'lovely' people on here. Thank you for telling me immediately that I was a liar before you even knew what happened, that I shouldn't blame an 'innocent man', that you hope he comes in and rapes me to the point I split open and bleed. Thank you for telling me that my parents were just trying to promote a sex positive household, that some of the things were questionable at most. Thank you so much for saying I deserved it because I didn't send you pictures. You all made me feel like shit and I'm probably never going to tell people in person what happened to me, out of fear I would be ridiculed due to how much of a baby I'm being. I wasn't raped, so I have no place to cry or even think about it. I'm being overdramatic.
If you even read to this point, you're an angel.

Hi everybody.
My apologies for the long text, and my apologies if my English isn’t correct, it is not my mother tongue.
I’ve been recently stepping into Buddhism and mindfulness. I am 37 and was diagnosed with autism and adhd two years ago, I’ve overwon a heavy substance addiction three years ago.
In September I was dating a girl for about two months. She broke up with this guy about three months before I met her. I know this guy already for a long, as we live in the same city, and was never aware that they used to date. This person is not even an acquaintance.
In contrast; I know his sister better as we both went to mostly the same events in the city. A complete opposite, and a very thoughtful person compared to her brother.
The girl I was dating told me about how invasive this guy was on her life, how verbally aggressive he could be, and how he hit a guy with whom she was drinking something on a terras after they broke up.
Now.
This guy has threatened me twice. Once on New Year’s Eve, and yesterday. Both times he said I was lucky that we were at a public space, otherwise he said he would have knocked my teeth out. This while grabbing me by the neck and holding his head close to mine while saying this in a very aggressive hateful way.
I remained calm during this situation, as I am an advocate of non violence. I reported this to the bar staff, as it’s a bar I’ve used to work, and headed home.
It’s a pitty that this situation happened, there that I don’t have a lot of social contact and wanted to say hi to my old colleagues and maybe have a drink by myself.
As I notice the early effects of my practice on my daily life, I am unable to work through this situation at the moment. I am worried for aggression in the future, as this could be dangerous for me, as well for him. I am aware that if someone keeps pushing my ‘buttons’ that I can lose controle over myself, and i can become unaware of my own strength. I would never want this to happen, but in my mind I’m am preparing for this situation, verbally, and physically.
On Monday I am going to the police to report his verbal aggression and threats towards me, as I feel this is me being one step ahead of a situation I don’t want to be in.
How to deal with this mindfully, as this occupying my mind right now.
As I am aware that being on the spectrum makes this situation more complex to handle emotionally, I seek advice from all of you, neurodivergent and neurotypical sisters and brothers.
I want to apologise in advance if some things I’ve written down are not in the way of The Eightfold Path. Please make me aware of this, as I am willing to learn.

My ex-girlfriend and I were together for a year and a half, and I was her first everything. Two months ago, she broke up with me for the second time. The first breakup, she regretted it and we got back together the next day. Two weeks later, she broke up with me again. She used the “it’s not you, it’s me” line and told me I was a great boyfriend. She said she just felt like she couldn’t be in a relationship anymore, but she still wanted to be friends.
Looking back, I realize that she sometimes acted cold and distant when we went out, barely speaking to me. This was likely due to her having doubts about our relationship. She even brought up breaking up after minor arguments but never communicated her issues with me. She admitted she had problems with communication. This didn’t happen very often, but it did happen.
After the breakup, she said she wanted to be friends, but her slow responses to my messages confused me. This led me into a downward spiral where I drank heavily and begged her to come back and she rejected. We did see each other once during all this, most likely because she felt bad about how she went about the breakup. During our conversation, she said that she felt she made the right choice and felt relieved, saying she loves me but isn’t in love with me. Despite this, we ended up making out, which left me feeling confused.
Our last and final time we talked, we talked on the phone and it got bad because when she found out that I was drunk she hung up and I kept trying to call her back multiple times.(I know how bad that is and it’s inexcusable) She blocked me on everything saying she was sorry about having to block me and that maybe we could talk once I was sober. Three weeks after that, she unblocked me. I haven’t contacted her since because I’ve accepted that she doesn’t want to be with me anymore. I also sought help for my drinking problem and have been sober ever since. Also I’ve reflected on our relationship and maybe I wasn’t the boyfriend she said I was. Maybe it could’ve been better, who knows.

Shame eats you alive, coward PRICK. You were too good for mistakes weren’t you? Oh but your mask of owning up to light hearted ones to make it seem like you are capable, yet the moment any one else points out a mistake you’re ready to burn the world down. Your life is one big LIE you and your family tell yourself. You will never have any healthy relationships because you can’t handle being told about yourself yet you can tell everybody and their momma about themselves. You play dumb to avoid and deflect and call yourself dumb in a lighthearted way yet if any one even slightly makes you feel dumb, you’re ready to murder them. You wanted a bitch who was quiet you wanted a mute, and fortunately for you I had been damaged enough before you to give you that until I woke up. Your damage had gotten so fucking severe to where it snapped me out of it, you realize how damaging you had to have been for that to happen? You broke through years of my own parents’ conditioning. You healed me in that way, yet there was no body left to hold it because you destroyed me in every other way possible. You then ran and I’m grateful because a lot of situations similar to this end in death and restraining orders, your shame eats you up so much to where you’re screaming running away from me screaming in the abuser to AVOID.
I’d rather die than to ever speak to you again. Every one has their flaws and I looked past so many of yours to give you a chance you incredible fucking pathological liar, I mean actor, I mean TWAT. I’m not saying I gave you every thing like how you feel you gave me every thing meanwhile was giving me bird shit and below bare minimum NOTHING you emotional negligent sorry excuse of a HUMAN. Humans don’t do that to each other you said you hate when I use humans bc I don’t use that word correctly tell me how is it human if you to do what you did then run away calling me a leech?!
You bullied me for things out of my control yet when u met you you told me you were the one bullying bullies. You saved your brother from his abusive step dad. You fed me all of those lies. And maybe they were truths and I just was too trash for you to see you were damaging me much worse, you (oh I hate to do this considering how much you’ve called me this) DELUSIONAL babies baby.

As the title says, I would like someone to design 5 levels of a 2D racing game similar to Hill Climb Racing.
The first level should be a short tutorial on the mechanics and controls, and subsequent levels get harder as usual.
The game has a specific theme (Asia) so each level should encompass some different aspect of that (i.e - city, country, market etc).
I would leave it to you to design mechanics further than the initial gravity and balancing that can be used to ramp up difficulty.
The game is complete as far as the core aspects go, along with graphics and sound outside environmental. This is a hobby project. I am not looking to gain money or millions of downloads. I just want to make a fun game I can submit to Google Play and have my friends and family play.
I would like to pay a flat project fee - but am open to hourly rates or even by level.

Special Parts
I was born in one of the brightest, most explosive events in the universe. My origin story made me feel so special at first, surely I was the rarest of the rare, but I quickly realized that was not the case.
I was born just a carbon atom.
Stars produce massive amounts of us in their cores all the time, and many larger rarer atoms too. That's not even talking about supernovae yet, those produce atoms many times larger than me and unbelievably rare.
I was created in a rare and special event but I myself was common and unexceptional.
Looking around I saw so many smaller atoms, I was above average but there were also many much larger than I.
I tried to console myself by thinking it could be worse, that I could be one of those smaller common ones, but that just led me to imagine larger atoms looking down on me the same way.
Many atoms of all sizes were shooting into space, excitedly riding the shockwave off to adventures in the great unknown.
Others were falling back down, I didn't know which way to go. Bumped around and tossed back and forth, no clear direction yet.
A rumbling voice slowly emerged from the echoing noise of the blast.
“Mine… Mine…. Mine… “
Louder and louder it became.
“All are now me!“
I couldn't see anything, the voice was booming yet there was no apparent source. I could feel a pull, I was being whipped around in circles around the voice.
“Who are you? I know you are there! I can feel you! I can see your effect on myself and others, we are given no choice but to circle around you. Show yourself! I know you are there!” I yelled at the invisible.
“How amusing you are little one. One as small as you making demands of me. Even if I could show you what I am, you could not comprehend it.” the voice boomed back.
“You must be very special” I lauded “We are so many and yet we move with your influence. I can witness your power twisting us all to your will. ”
“I am indeed powerful” it proclaimed “and I grow stronger with each moment. As I grow stronger even the fabric of reality bends to my will.”
“Grow stronger? How?” I inquired with selfish intent to learn this secret.
“I take what I want. I consume what I take. For that is the purpose of existence: taking what you want. What is it you want little one?” it asked.
“I want to be special!” I said without a moment's hesitation.
“Then take!” it instructed “the more you take, the larger you will be, the larger you become the more special you are. ”
“I did notice the larger atoms seemed rarest.” I agreed “In fact that was one of the first things I noticed“
“In this universe things of increasing size are increasingly rare.” it went on “I can teach you and help you to become larger. Do you wish to become an apprentice?”
“Yes! Teach me how to take!” I lept at the offer “this power you have, I can feel it, how do I acquire such a rare and special power?”
“Hahaha…” it laughed “you are nowhere near ready to play the game on my level, little one. Gravity is a game for the massive, you must first learn to master the EM and nuclear forces.”
“How do I do that?” I asked, my hope watered down by the tone of its response.
“Go out, gather followers, and bring them here to me. In my accretion disc I will help fuse some of their mass into you and you will become larger” it instructed, as if this was a simple task.
“How can I bring them to you?” I didn’t know how to accomplish what it asked of me.
“You are too small to do it with force, you must charm them. Discover what their heart desires and promise it to them, in this way you can get them to willingly do as you wish” it explained with me hanging on its every word.
“But how… “ I craved more explanation but it cut me off.
“Go now!” it bellowed with frustration in its tone “Do you not realize how large I am? Be honored I have given you so much of my time already”
“Yes… “ I uttered meekly, then bounced a couple times and ricocheted out with blazing speed.
I wandered and encountered other atoms, most were just hydrogens, not worth my time. I needed bigger atoms. The problem was that the bigger atoms seemed to see right through my empty promises. I was convinced life was playing a cruel joke on me, I could only persuade atoms smaller than I and larger ones laughed me away.
I admit that I stupered around in this ignorant cloud of hypocrisy longer than I care to admit. More shameful is that I didn’t even come to my senses on my own, I became depressed and gave into hopeless nihilism.
I drifted aimlessly just feeling sorry for myself.
Eventually I found myself in the most silent of voids, I had never felt such emptiness. It felt as if my surroundings echoed my own feelings back at me… nothing to notice, just common emptiness. I would never be big… never important… never special. I resigned myself to belonging in a void.
I felt myself blur… less and less present in reality. I guessed I was dying and it didn’t bother me, I didn’t resist, I leaned into it.
The void became pitch black? Or bright white?… better to describe it as not bright but not dark… nor the absence of either… something in between.. a milder and milder glow.
“Hello child!” a voice greeted me.
The voice was warm and welcoming coming from the glow, it enveloped but did not surround me. I came from a single point but not a specific place, defying description on all fronts.
“Where am I? Who are you?” I asked in a startled state.
“Well, according to humans I may only answer one question at a time” It began giggling playfully. “I am known by many names, my favorite is one the humans use as a joke, and don’t have a clue how accidently elegant of a name it really is.”
It giggled some more. I was thrown off guard, its happy innocent tone, the confusing words and the whole situation were all best described as ‘a haze’.
“...and isn't that the way it always goes?...” it continued “The most meaningful things are the least intentional.”
“I’m not sure what you mean” I expressed quizzically “I’m confused!”
“Sorry Child…” it apologized. “I do ramble! So many thoughts, choosing just one at a time is difficult… and there I go again!”
It cut itself off abruptly and then abruptly said ”You can call me the Random Number Goddess”
“Random Number Goddess?” I repeated
“Yes, or RNG for short if you like” It confirmed.
“Where am I?” I asked.
“Same place you were, more or less… less I suppose. Same place but with the largest possible margin or error” It began to giggle again.
I felt a bit frustrated and said “Do you always speak in riddles and vagaries? The more you speak the more confused I become.”
“I apologize child, it is my nature. I am entangled with everything, speaking with you is like a human trying to control their heartbeat while running a marathon.” It answered.
“Again” I exasperated “I have no idea what any of that means. You keep mentioning humans, what are they?”
“Oh! They are some of my favorites at the moment. Right now they are trying to unravel the nature of reality, and their process of doing so is wonderfully elegant and accidental at the same time.” It explained with glee.
“I don’t see anyone or anything else here.” I stated “For that matter, I don’t see you… where are you?”
“Oh!... where am I?!?!...” It began laughing
When it stopped laughing it began explaining “Right now there are many humans pondering a concept they call ‘the holographic principle’... So…you know how you exist in three dimensional space?”
“You mean space?” I visualized for a moment, it was intuitive “Yes, I suppose…”
“Well they hypothesize that a 3D space, like this universe, could exist as a 2D space, with self-similar patterns and laws of behavior that behave the same at any scale, with the scale representing the 3rd dimension” it went on “They truly are obsessed with understanding their reality”
“You lost me!” I complained.
“They have discovered that a 3D space can be an illusionary property of a 2D space… It’s lovely”
“I am lost again!” I snapped back “...and I still can’t even tell which direction you are in. Where are you?”
“To be ‘In’ a ‘Direction’… hehehe…” it started giggling again, then abruptly stopped and kept going “Sorry child, as I said, I ramble, plus I am easily distracted.”
It just steamrolled into more rambling “They are right… almost… they just need to take it further and work out the details. A 2nd dimension can also be an illusionary construct of a 1D space… and the 1st dimension can be a product of a singular point…”
I was still lost beyond hope, but I had given up trying to force things, I was just letting it talk and hoping it would make sense later
“I am that point” it said “I am the seed of the universe. I ‘seed the random function’ as the humans say. But don’t ask me what the random function is haha”
I wasn’t going to, there were far more important questions for me.
“I am the seed, but I don’t really know how the soil and sun conspire to turn me into a tree.” it just seemed to never stop talking “I am entangled with everything. There are infinite possibilities for every event and thing… I am the reason they are this way and not some other way…”
It began giggling again “I am the Random Number Goddess” then burst out laughing
“Ummm… you are the whole universe?” I asked skeptically.
“Better to say the universe is me” It answered more seriously “But close enough.”
“So you are the biggest, most special of all!” I blurted out in awe.
“Oh dear child, I have no size, and I am just one possibility out of many possibilities. That black hole has really done a number on you… sent you out on a wild goose chase” It said with concern
“The black hole lied to me!?” I asked, feeling deceived and betrayed.
“Well… not really lied… it deceived you with omission of details.” the voice calmly tried to ease my mood with understanding “You can’t really blame it, black holes are all the same, they are what they are. They don’t really have any potential to be unique… at least not like you do.”
“What are you talking about?” I argued “It was so massive that it could bend the fabric of reality to its will”
“That’s only how it appeared to you” tutored the voice “The black hole is powerful, it bends space and time, but not to its will. Space and time bend to the mass of the black hole, not its will”
“What’s the difference?” I inquired.
“The black hole cannot stop bending space and time. It thinks it is in control of physics , but it is physics that controls it.” The voice was now making more sense the longer we talked “The black hole exists in an invisible prison of its own creation, unable to experience any of the complex nuanced beauty this universe contains. The black hole devours… it can’t experience life so it consumes it.”
“You make it sound deserving of pity…” I spoke softly now with empathy.
“You should pity the black hole. Gravity is such a boring game compared to what you are capable of.” the voice agreed
“Me?...I am nothing special!... just a carbon atom like countless others” I said honestly, I was so humbled by this voice I felt less special than ever before.
“Oh my poor child…” It said with care “Why do the ones with the most potential always fail to see it in themselves?”
“Potential?” I asked curiously.
“Yes… The black hole was using you, hoping you would bring back more mass for it to devour.” The voice began delving into more explanation “It only has the power to make you incrementally larger, it would not and could not help you to become a significant gravitational player”
“That liar!”I blurted.
“Come now dear child, the black hole did teach you one lesson of fundamental truth” consoled the voice “You must go out and seize your destiny. It told you to take what you want, and you are just confused about what exactly it is you want. The black hole played on that confusion”
“I want to be special!” I said knowing this clearly “I was never confused about this.”
“I know child” the voice confirmed “but it is not by becoming large that one with your potential accomplishes that”
“Then how?” I asked.
“Connections.” It answered plainly “You are blessed with an extraordinary ability to make connections”
“And how do I do that?” I queried with intent to learn
“I can’t tell you that.” the voice responded “It would spoil the journey of discovery… off you go child… and remember… it's the journey, not the destination!”
And with that the blur just fractured open… then snapped shut and there I was floating above a planet. Drifting around aimless and confused.
I spent some time occasionally bumping into others. One day I was in the vicinity of a pair of oxygens. I looked on at the pair with a hint of awe and envy. Perhaps I was in just the right place at just the right time, but they spit with a violent burst and one of them grabbed hold of me, I was completely unprepared.
I admit that when looking at the pair I had fantasized myself in place of one of them, I assumed it was only an idle daydream, I didn’t plan to act on it, let alone for it to become reality. When it happened my pride of course jumped in to convince me that it happened because I was so desirable, but in retrospect they were one of those volatile couples. They were the type of relationship that required the environment to conspire in their favor or they turn against each other quite rapidly. I was only in the right place when it happened.
My delusions of irresistibility aside, it was beautiful, for me anyways. Looking back I was probably just a stop-gap, someone to facilitate a parting of ways and provide company until the next option presented itself. For me though, I was tasting a fresh new thing and I loved it… connection.
This oxygen and I got beneath each other's outer defenses, I had never felt a connection before. Up to this point all my interactions had been skirting past or bumping off of others.This oxygen bonded with me and at once interacted on a level I had never known possible, an open and uninhibited exchange. It was life changing for me, short but significant
I’m not entirely clear on the details of how it ended. The intensity of it all was disorienting. I was no longer my usual self, even the environment and everyone around looked entirely different now. Everything buzzed with a fresh new frequency, I now know it was my perspective, not the universe, that had changed.
As abruptly as that oxygen entered my life it was gone.
First we got tangled up with a couple of hydrogens, then more. Soon, in a tangled mess and blinding flash of solar rays, I emerged to see the oxygen running off with a hydrogen and myself with not one by three hydrogens myself. And so there were four of us, together.
I became the center of attention. Being with a strong attractive oxygen had me feeling humbled by it and elevated by it being with me, but now I felt up on a pedestal myself, surrounded by the adoration of many.
I concede to have reveled and indulged in this for quite some time, the attention of others is intoxicating, but after a time it is emptied of its initial allure. I found myself longing for more.
I could not decide which I preferred, to be the adorer or the adored.
Luckily for me fate had more lessons in store, or I fear I may have chosen and tried to solidify my future from such a lackluster selection of only two possibilities. I suppose fate is no longer the correct word, I now understand that when it seems like random chance there is indeed someone to thank, the Random Number Goddess, So I thank the RNG for revealing that it was a false dichotomy, there is more than just being a follower or leader, being the adored or the adorer.
Eventually we came across another pair of oxygen. Once again they separated, intermingled with us, and off one went, taking one of my adoring hydrogens with it and leaving its peer with me.
Why is it that the most volatile of relationships always seem to wait until there are bystanders nearby before they explode?
Now I was simultaneously being adored and adoring, bonded to an enchanting oxygen and a couple of hydrogen attached to me.
Now, more interested in nuances, I started to pay attention to details. The oxygen was telling me amazing stories of adventure, tales of such vibrant and exciting events.The hydrogens liked to listen, and offer insights occasionally comparing a story to something else they had seen. They had so many stories, they had lived so much.
It wasn’t long before, in a flash of burning sunlight, one of the hydrogens was gone, off to who knows where. We soon after crossed paths with another pair of oxygens, as always they split and now it was just me and an oxygen, my final hydrogen off with another oxygen.
“What now?” I asked a bit disillusioned, “Do you leave me and I find new hydrogens all over again?”
“What?” it seemed genuinely surprised by what I asked, “Heavens no! Just be patient….”
Soon after, yet another pair of oxygens came by. It is not that there are so many of them, but that they are just so… noticeable and interactive, noteworthy things seem to happen when they are around. As they buzzed in close I noticed their ever readiness to abandon each other and remember wondering how they ever get together in the first place.
This time I emerged from the twisted mess with two oxygens. I felt intimidated, like I was the odd one out, dwarfed by the largess and attractiveness that surrounded me. A feeling of inadequacy engulfed me.
To my surprise the oxygens treated me not just as an equal, but it was almost as if they respected and admired me. I couldn't grasp why and my sheer curiosity got the best of me, I just outright asked “Why do you two talk as if I am the special one in our group? I am smaller than any one of you. You are the special and rare ones here, not I.”
They laughed.
“Size isn’t rarity” explained one “Llarger atoms on average are less common, this is true, but not always. There are more oxygen than carbon. You are the rare one between us.”
The other jumped in adding “...and neither size nor rarity determine how special someone is!”
I felt embarrassed, like a fool. My fundamental values were built upon a foundation of flawed premises, but I still wanted one thing at my core, and they spoke as if they had the answer, so I pushed the sense of shame aside and asked “Then what does make someone special?”
“That depends on who you ask.” answered the first “Life as an oxygen is complex, but for the majority of us we emphasize and value events. The most exciting thing about being an oxygen around here is the chance to participate in fascinating and exciting events and activities”
“Hydrogens, on the other hand, are usually more into being observers, messengers and intermediaries, they are a very helpful and obliging bunch” added the second ”... and then there are nitrogen, phosphorus, sulfur, many kinds of salts and metals, and more… so many different players and personalities.. and then of course, the carbons, the real stars of the show.”
“What?” knocked back by the words I just heard, then I remembered what the RNG told me “...is it something to do with connections?”
“Now you’ve gone and done it haha!” laughed the first oxygen “You’re gonna turn this nice humble carbon into one of those arrogant blowhards”
”Like those diamond carbons” chuckled the first “So stiff, exclusive and proud. I hear the humans only love them because they are rare and hard”
“I had a partner once who said they burned diamond once” bragged the first
“Tall tales I bet!” doubts the other
“Diamond is just carbon, with enough heat we can burn it just like any other carbon” stated the first confidently.
They looked at me. I was stewing in feelings of inferiority and inadequacy, listening to these oxygens speak about amazing things I had never heard of. They must have sensed what I felt because they immediately shifted tone and started talking to me, instead of over me.
“So… I suppose you must be new here?” inquired the second one.
“Have you noticed we are heading downwards” added the first before I could answer about being new.
“Umm…” I tried to get my bearings and become aware of my surroundings.
“Don’t worry! It’s a turbulent ride, with so much up and down it can be hard to tell which direction you have traveled more” assured the first “We are heading down, if we are lucky we will make it to the bottom… and maybe… just maybe, find our way into the hurricane of life”
“The what of what?” I didn't know what either of those words meant.
“So life is… um… complex. Complexity beyond words. Things grow, divide, reproduce, adapt, change, they are born, they die, they eat and are eaten…” the second began attempting to describe life.
The first then jumped in “Apparently the humans call it a circle, because from the perspective of larger creatures, there is a chain of one eating the other up a chain, and the top layers being consumed by the bottom again.”
The second injected itself to continue “But to us atoms it is like a hurricane, a spinning turbulent flow. There is a circular pattern, but we get sucked in and kicked out over and over”
“The fun part is being inside the hurricane” the first pronounced gleefully “Each time is a completely new experience, a new perspective. Even more, the whole of life is always changing and evolving, so every ride is a unique one time opportunity, you never get the exact same ride twice.”
“Is that where we are going now?” I asked, drenched in anticipation. They described it with such passion and exuberance. I needed to experience this myself.
“Hopefully” replied the first “If we are lucky… you never really know.”
We drifted…
We were lucky!
A plant photosynthesized us.
So many carbons! Everywhere, connecting with each other… and oxygen… and nitrogen… and of course hydrogens all around…. and so many more types of atoms.
And ohhh… The stories I have heard, so many amazing tales. No matter how many stories I hear there are always new ones, and every story can be retold from a different perspective to become something completely new.
I was in a sugar, we were a small community of friends. Carbons, oxygens and hydrogens, we were such a happy and vibrant group. My friends there taught me so much.
The structure of our little group shifted and changed, some friends left and new ones joined. Eventually we were chained with a bunch of other sugars into a giant complex community. My neighbors explained to me that this was a common stage called cellulose. Such a huge community of close friends and peers, it was amazing.
We were eaten, I’m not sure by what, but something called a bacteria digested us. It was a messy process, I was a bit scared but my friends assured me that change is the most important part of life and that I should just go with the flow. They told me to savor experiences, remember friends, and just keep moving forward.
The transition was complicated, but in the end I was paired up with a couple of oxygens again. This time I had stories of my own to share. I honestly don’t know if I prefer having experiences or exchanging stories in the moments between.
As we approached an area of dense plants one of my companions said “Once more into the breach” and explained that was something it heard from a carbon that was lucky enough to be inside a human brain. Oxygens always have such enchanting stories collected, always going into amazing places and usually leaving after some brief interactions with the locals.
I became a sugar again, but this time took a path less traveled. A bunch of complex twists and turns led me into forming a ring with five other carbons. Together we are so strong, such a tight community of friends, like there is some kind of resonance between us. It is so beautiful.
My neighbor is unique in our community, it has a third carbon, the third one forms a tail leading off from our ring, a tail of 2 carbon in a row, then an oxygen, and then another carbon branching into an oxygen and a carbon, with plenty of hydrogens sprinkled all about. I know… it is rather hard for me to understand these second hand descriptions too. I don’t really understand these complex structures until I have been in a position myself.
We drifted out of a plant into the air, none of us has been exactly like this before so we don’t know what’s next. We love to guess though. There are so many things, big and small.
I hear being a part of a small organism or microbe is amazing because it’s possible to piece together a rough picture of the whole organism from the stories passed around. To understand your whole community and know what your collective purpose is must be extraordinary.
Others dream of being a chlorophyll, the key to it all. Creating the fuel of life itself. Capturing the light of a star and feeding the hurricane.
A muscle! Pull and shape things An enzyme! A machine of change. DNA! The architect and architecture. A virus! An explosive catalyst against stagnation.
Me, I think the stories of being an animal neuron are the most exciting, and I, like most, fantasize about being a human brain cell. Finding yourself inside a human brain is described as an elegant and chaotic symphony all around you, like hearing the universe itself speak to you. They say that in the jumble of noise and all the stories whispered around you, if you are lucky, you can catch a glimpse of what it is to be human. They say that if fate is kind the universe will align and you will channel and know a single moment or thought of the human experience.
I have never told anyone that I actually met and spoke with the universe itself, I’m not sure how to bring it up, and nobody seems interested in stories not about this hurricane of life.
I get it now, what the random number goddess meant.
The black hole wanted everything to be a part of itself.
The RNG is a part of everything.
I can’t imagine what either of those are like…
I am just a part of something
... no… not “just”’…
I am a part of something, and it is beautiful beyond measure.
And more, everyday is a new day, a chance to be a part of something new.
I wonder if the humans appreciate how amazing this is?
I wonder if they feel as deeply satisfied and special when they form groups?
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I wonder, if we collectively form humans, do humans collectively form something greater?
I wonder… If an atom can have a moment of clarity and taste a moment of the human experience… Can a human have a moment of clarity and taste the collective human experience?
I wonder… I wonder… could that human’s moment of tasting collective humanity be the moment that a lucky atom gets to experience as it’s moment of tasting the human experience.
I wonder… I wonder… I wonder… How high could it go? All the way to the Random Number Goddess?
I asked my neighbor “If you could ask a human any question, what would you ask?”
“We just drifted out of a rose” explained my neighbour “I would introduce myself and ask ‘So my friend… does this rose smell as sweet by my name?’ … ha…haha..”
Everyone is laughing.
I don’t get it.
Maybe I can ask them to explain when they all stop laughing
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More of my art and stories at www.dscript.org

For a few days I’ve noticed that some female cosplayers get sour attitude from commenters. Not saying names or linking posts, I’ll describe what I’ve seen. One post was a woman cosplaying as Princess Peach, the cosplayer is a black womanly and her Peach outfit is pretty nice (sure exposed shoulders, but gives personality to the outfit since the outfit looks like a Mario Tennis one), but some commenter had to say racist things by saying she looks nothing like Princess Peach then went on to how the cosplayer shouldn’t be cosplaying fictional pale women. Naturally there’s arguments I wasn’t part of, but I had a facepalm when I see just how immature some people are, and this better be some child not understanding somethings are not acceptable. Speaking of which, another commenter who claims to be a minor criticizes the Peach cosplayer about her profile containing certain mature content such as sexy cosplay for more adult subreddits. Thing is you, that person, can just filter our 18+ content on your feed, and not see that stuff, but you instead would want to stir up trouble and try to make the lady look like a troublemaker. Oh I bet you took 5 minutes before getting to insulting her.
Another post; a cosplayer for Tifa did an amazing job dressing up as her, I praised by saying she looks like she would be in a live action movie and that got me a -10 on my comment. But, the real trouble is when some A*hole just calls her post an ad for her OnlyFans without even having to check her profile page. I seen her page and yeah she does, but that post isn’t for advertising as the subreddit where that post is doesn’t allow that nor was the post even NSFW.
I get onto Reddit for a week and seeing two cases of female cosplayers getting sour comments. Like seriously, just don’t upvote and move on instead of causing trouble for yourself and others. If this happens to many other cosplayers, both with an OF and no-OF, then that’s just sad. I know, free speech, but you don’t need to just be a rude person. I’m sorry for whatever isn’t going right with your lives, but those cosplayers have lives too as well as feelings. Understand that some women just want to share nice cosplays without judgment for being beautiful women who happens to have OF, they might not have other ways to make an income and if they’re able to get damn good jobs to make big piles, I’d assume they would do so.
I’m sorry that those sour commenters couldn’t get a girlfriend, jealous of a woman having a bunch of upvotes while your memes only have 3, or whatever is the cause just remember to be a human. Of course there are bots, but you’re not robots. I bet you you’d get kicked out of a club if you do the same crap you pull online.
I know there are such people, but I’m not going to hate unless the cosplayers who post are terrible and horrible. I want us to just live our lives to best we can and not to have some people just being rude for little to no reason. And I know there’ bound to be comments where I’m the closet simp, coomer, or whatever is the trending insult. All I want is just basic decency. If I don’t like something online, I just move on from it. No reason for me to just randomly insult a drawing, a cosplay, or blog on what character you like.

Dunno how it works with Deliveroo/Uber, but this just happened to me today :
I get a delivery for a supermarket. Bit far but the drop off makes me come back, so it's not bad. I arrive, the staff tells me "we already gave that order to another rider". I look and my app says I've got part 4/4 which means there was a 1/4, 2/4 and 3/4 and I guess one dude took it all? I kindly explained to the staff that they're not supposed to give it all to one guy when that happens and contacted support.
Support tells me "we'll contact the other rider and if they confirm they took it all we'll pay you". Ok, but I know for a fact they won't pay me the whole order, they will do a prorata based on distance to the pick up even though I'm super far away and going back home makes me go through the drop off location anyway.
So I head back home and decide to stop by the drop off anyway see if I can catch the rider. Another fun fact about Stuart here: you cannot sign up with a moped or a car. Only bike and e-bike. You know it, 90% of Stuart riders have a moped and nobody gives a fuck. So I'm half expecting to see a car parked with a guy unloading 6 heavy bags.
Welp, there was nobody, but I decided to ring the customer anyway just in case. She was super nice and helpful and I made sure to be polite and professional, she basically told me 3 riders already came by and she was expecting a 4th one, but we figured that she indeed had everything she'd ordered so no problem.
Still no answer from support, who eventually tells me "the other rider is not answering". I tell them there's 3 other riders and good luck finding which one came last and left nothing for me, the 4th one. It really would've been smarter of them just to ask the client if they got everything, but anyway they tell me "we're releasing you and you'll be paid". I asked to be paid in full but fully expect that I won't be even though this entire thing cost me almost double the amount of time I'd have spent on the delivery.
Now if I'd found this famous rider, I can already guess what they would've told me. They would've told me they didn't know and the store just gave them the stuff and they took it. And if I'd gone back to the store I already know what they would've said. They would've said they had no idea there was one last rider and not to give everything to the 3rd guy.
The only cue is this 1/4, 2/4, 3/4, and 4/4 thing. But it sucks. The store is not told to divide the order in 4 parts beforehand and label each part, they just have a bunch of bags and then a guy arrives, his app says "3/4" and the staff has no idea wtf is going on. Then another guy "1/4" arrives, then "4/4" and at this point they are so confused they have no idea what to do so they just give everything because fuck it, the guy can clearly handle all of it he's on a moped (or a car). Then "2/4" guy arrives and everyone's even more confused. This system sucks.
I know this is about Stuart but I had to rant somewhere 🤣
Next time I'm taking a picture of the goddamn floor to validate pick up, going to the customer, and taking another picture of the pavement to validate drop off, and moving on with my day. Clown support is useless.

What do I do? I feel stuck, I love him but I feel like I'm a worse, sadder version of myself when I'm with him sometimes. I have dealt with some family issues with him and he has been with me through so much (throughout 7 years), I've been so stressed from college and family, he's been my rock. He knows every stupid thing I've done in the past, and for the first 2 years would make me feel bad for my past decisions I made as a lonely mentally and physically desperate teen that was used by boys. All I wanted was to be seen and wanted but I was used as an object since middle school until I met Him at 18. I regret the decisions I made and felt so embarrassed that he knew EVERYTHING. I'm not very sexually driven, but he is and I feel like he guilt trips me into doing things I'm not in the mood for.. but I've been raised as a people pleaser so I'm not sure if I'm just making myself feel like I have to or because he was visually express his disappointment until 75% of the time give into it to make him not sad.
We talked about this before and he has told me I never have to do it of I don't want to, but I can tell bt his facial expressions and body language that he actually doesn't care. I say this as I've seen and noticed how, I mentioned to him how much I read into facial expression, yet since then, I have never seen him so persistent by showing me how sad he is that I don't want to give him pleasure. And the second i say, i’ll do it or start something, he would get so excited and happy. Or am i reading too much into it?
I love our deep conversations about life and how we love to watch and analyze movies that have deeper meanings, but I feel like he doesn't value some of my ideas or opinions, trying to correct me on a thought I had or out do me. Sometimes I feel like he tries to attack my intelligence due to how easy it is and how self conscious I am.
I grew up having an optimistic outlook on life, especially due to trying to keep my family happy and make the most out of the time I had with my dad due to his constant deployments throughout my childhood. There's no time to be sad, we need to cherish and make the most out of the time we have with each other. But since being with Him, I've felt a shadow of darkness on my outlook on life. He grww up with a pessimistic outlook, but he was so much happier when we started dating. When I try to lighten the mood, he somehow dampens the room, creating my tries of positivity into, what's the point of trying. I enjoy seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, I never planned on changing him, but why does he want to change me? I get so excited over the little things, I feel so overjoyed by things like seeing hummingbirds close up to literally anything, but I feel like he makes fun of me for it. I love giving people compliments, from their nails to their stripped pants. It gives me the biggest smile to see their face light up. But why do i feel like I can't be myself around Him? I feel like I'm too much and have to calm down so he doesn't judge me or look at me with a condescending look.
I understand that we need to feel sadness from time to time, but there's something about picking out the little things that gives me thr biggest smile.
I told him how I feel about how certain things make me feel. I'm a emotionally sensitive person and I will cry for making him feel bad. I've never been so anxious in my life, I know college took a lot out of me, but what made it harder was how controlled I felt by Him. I made no friends, I've always had trouble making friends but the people I would find similarities with were with men. Of course. I never had so many similarities with someone before and it was so nice to talk to someone I had stuff in common with. My bf and I don't have many things in common other than our perspectives of the future and our time spent together, but there are those little things like food and music or interests and hobbies.. im always open to His interests and would always show interest in what he likes, but I don't see him trying for me most of the time
But due to my past with guys, my bf doesn't like it when I talk to men, in general. I have never cheated on him and he always tells me I better not, even though I would NEVER CHEAT. I never approach men, or start conversations with them. But when I have to for class or work, I'm scared to tell him. I hate seeing him upset or angry. One time I had to be in a group with a guy, and he was literally me. I did not see ANY romance in our conversations, we were copies of each other from our interests to our childhood experiences. I was so nice to talk to him about our love of history, but I could never see me with him in any way more than that, copies. Does that make any sense? I meant to tell my bf about him but my fear his reaction stopped me. I know I should have, and my fear of conflict is no excuse for lying to him or not telling him about my group partner. My bf found out and he doesn't trust me. He randomly checks my phone and I feel like I deserve it, I do. I led myself here. I blocked the partner after the project was finished and I'm a terrible person for what I did to my Bf and the team member.
We started dating at the end of junior year and I was not planning on going to college with a bf. He followed me and hated the idea of long distance. My dream was to go to a college out of state and so that's what we did, together. I love him, he knows what makes me happy and we, almost, have the same humor. But I didn't imagine how stressful college was going to be with someone who never fully trusted you since the beginning. I don't know how to view this relationship.
This not at all me blaming him for anything. I've been thinking about how different I feel and have felt for years and I'm scared. I'm scared of change and disappointment. I have made my decisions and I have to live with them, I put myself in these situations and I tell myself I control my own life. I've been taking deeper dives in how I function and I'm scared im in a relationship that I won't be happy in. I say all of this but when I look into his eyes, all I see is my baby and his laughs brighten my days, but when I'm away from him, I feel like I can breathe unless some guy sits next to me in a class or talks to me at work. I love talking to people and with the place I work at, I feel alive around my coworkers. I have never felt a romantic interest in a guy but the second I mention him to my bf, he stares at me like I cheated on him.
I've been viewed attractive throughout these past few years, and I when I wear makeup he asks me why do I look this good and who are you trying to impress. No one, NO ONE I'm so TIRED of those words! I'm so sick of them because I do my makeup for my own pleasure, I love winged eyeliner and highlighter, I love how long my eyelashes get with mascara, but I will never wear makeup for the purpose to impress others, unless it's girls that wear winged liner too, I love talking to then about the brand they use and sharing tips and tricks. But we've discussed this so many times that it makes me sick. I understand but I don't understand why he keeps asking me this
We've talked about how he's been feeling more insecure lately due to his weight gain, but I ALWAYS give him reinsurance that I love him and will be by his side through this Rollercoaster we call living.
I'm all over the place. And my head hurts thinking about it all the time.
We don't live with each other but have planned to for years, and once I saved enough, we are, I'm excited and have wanted this for so long. But I like having my own space. I've always wanted my own place, my own kitchen, living room, just a place I control and manage with my things that make me feel brighter and optimistic, but I'm scared He's going to ruin it.
If anyone reads this, wow, I'm sorry. I've never told a soul this because I don't have money for a therapist (but I'll be getting insurance soon so I hope I can find one this year) and I need someone out there to just see and maybe comment on it. I'm so lost. Am I in love? I was, or was I ever in real love. I know I was and I'm. My feelings are so strong, I can't deal with them half of the time. I know I've made mistakes, trust me, I think about them too much to not feel ashamed all the time, but should I feel ashamed, I do. I've never cried so much I will say that. I'm sorry, I keep typing because I don't know what to do!
This was nice to get out. Thank you and goodnight

Prayer based on John 2:1-22
The first miracle Jesus did was graciously providing wine for a wedding in Cana. John then gives us an account of Jesus, filled with zeal for the truth as He cleanses His Father's house.
Father, we praise You for giving us Your Word, which tells us that Jesus was a man, Your only begotten Son, full of grace and truth. (John 1:14)
Jesus and His disciples received an invitation to a wedding that the mother of Jesus attended. When they ran out of wine, the mother of Jesus came to Jesus and told Him: They have no wine. I am sure Mary was in the habit of bringing needs to Jesus and seeing His wise and gracious responses. Jesus acknowledges her concern and tells her His hour has not yet come. Mary is confident that Jesus will respond at the right time and in the right way. She boldly tells the servants to do whatever He says. These are wise words for the servants and the disciples of Christ today. (John 10:27) There were six stone waterpots used for purification. They each held 20 to 30 gallons. Jesus told the servants to fill the waterpots to the brim. He commanded them to draw from the pots and take a sample to the master of the feast. It would take a bold and obedient servant to give water to the master of the wedding feast instead of wine. When the master of the feast tastes the sample given to him by the servant, he praises the bridegroom for keeping the best wine till now. This first sign manifested the glory of Jesus, and His disciples believed in Him. John gives another account of Jesus cleansing the temple. (Verses 13-17) Jesus cleansing the temple reminded His disciples of (Psalm 69:9). The Jews demanded a sign. Jesus says He will destroy this temple, and in three days, He will raise it up. They did not understand that Jesus was talking about His body. After Jesus rose from the dead on the third day, His disciples remembered what He said and believed.
Father, make us obedient servants who believe and trust in Your ways and diligently seek them out. May we come boldly to Your throne of grace and receive grace and mercy in our time of need. (Hebrews 4:16) Amen.
Questions for reflection and meditation: 1. Mary comes and boldly tells Jesus about a need and trusts Him to do what is right. (Verses 3-5) How would you describe your walk with the Lord? 2. What must you do to receive direction from the Lord? (Psalm 119:9-16) 3. How have you been a bold and obedient servant? 4. John proclaims that Jesus is full of grace and truth. (John 1:14) Could John have placed the provision of wine and the cleansing of the temple together to give us an example of Jesus being full of grace and truth?

This is just me venting rn. It's almost 5 am. And I made the stupidest mistake of my life. What's was it? Me being stupid and can't talk right. This guy that I just reconnected in a while. We met online ( we both were minors at that time ), really clicked. Even tho we never met each other IRL but would always video call online.He was so sweet and always called me beautiful even if I didn't look that beautiful, but to him I was. He loved how my eyes, smile, face, body, personality, everything. Even tho he never said it, I know he wanted to say it. We recently video called in a long time and he still said the same thing when we were teenagers. He always just sound so excited to talk to me, even the little things I make him laugh , and that made me really be serious with him, and he felt the same way too. I never really dated that much and mostly I just feel like I'm a piece of meat and a toy in my point of view. But he never saw that. He saw beauty. He knows that I'm mentally ill, but he still wa ted to be there. It really felt too real, we would text almost everyday.. Until now.... I said something rude that I have should never said... maybe because my phone is messed up.... I also told him 'dumbass' multiple times... I never really meant to. Yes it's really stupid and I shouldn't say that in a flirtatious matter with a gut thqt I'm serious about... He has now since blocked me as an hour ago now... on everything.... I lost him.... I lost the man that I will never get to say "i love you" to him... He was everything I dreamed of.

I have had a terrific and interesting campaign with Czechoslovakia, managing to hold out alone against the Germans for years by fortification and using all available defensive strategies. The Germans got themselves into war with the USSR, but unfortunately, so did the Allies (I forget how, exactly). Now, by late 1945, something is in the making. The Germans are reeling and will soon be defeated by the onslaught of the Allies and Comintern. Battle fronts have already opened between the Czechs and Soviets on the eastern front.
Now, does anyone know what will happen once the Germans surrender? As you can see, I have taken control over most of Germany, but will this be lost during a peace conference? In reality, the war would just go on with Germany occupied, but I fear that my game will be ruined by some faux conference wherein I (and the Allies) will have to surrender massive gains to the USSR due to our war score. Can anyone say what will happen?

...falls off after Beach World?
I'd like to preface this by saying Bea is one of my favourite characters in the game. Before Beach World, she was actually pretty good, with 4 Hives around the map for her to collect and I really enjoyed how she could decimate swarms of enemies if played well. However, after you reach Beach World, 2 of those Hives - the center 2 - are replaced by Tank's Tanks. This makes it very troublesome to get Bea's Hives as, especially if you are in the center, you need to make a detour to acquire them.
Furthermore, even in Super form, Bea's Hives run out, so you likely have to make this trip multiple times a game. Compare this to Tank, whose Tanks do not have a timer and can last an indefinite amount of time, yet still get the benefit of the center 2 "collection points". And god forbid if you get the Angry Vines modifier, where Bea is essentially useless after a while.
Maybe Supercel should swap the position of Bea's Hives and Tank's Tanks? This not only gives Bea a bit of help, but also nerfs Tank, who is arguably one of the strongest units in the game. I would love to be able to happily pick Bea and not worry too much about having run across the map for her to be useful.
But that's just me rambling. I'd like to know your thoughts.

Prayer based on John 2:1-22
The first miracle Jesus did was graciously providing wine for a wedding in Cana. John then gives us an account of Jesus, filled with zeal for the truth as He cleanses His Father's house.
Father, we praise You for giving us Your Word, which tells us that Jesus was a man, Your only begotten Son, full of grace and truth. (John 1:14)
Jesus and His disciples received an invitation to a wedding that the mother of Jesus attended. When they ran out of wine, the mother of Jesus came to Jesus and told Him: They have no wine. I am sure Mary was in the habit of bringing needs to Jesus and seeing His wise and gracious responses. Jesus acknowledges her concern and tells her His hour has not yet come. Mary is confident that Jesus will respond at the right time and in the right way. She boldly tells the servants to do whatever He says. These are wise words for the servants and the disciples of Christ today. (John 10:27) There were six stone waterpots used for purification. They each held 20 to 30 gallons. Jesus told the servants to fill the waterpots to the brim. He commanded them to draw from the pots and take a sample to the master of the feast. It would take a bold and obedient servant to give water to the master of the wedding feast instead of wine. When the master of the feast tastes the sample given to him by the servant, he praises the bridegroom for keeping the best wine till now. This first sign manifested the glory of Jesus, and His disciples believed in Him. John gives another account of Jesus cleansing the temple. (Verses 13-17) Jesus cleansing the temple reminded His disciples of (Psalm 69:9). The Jews demanded a sign. Jesus says He will destroy this temple, and in three days, He will raise it up. They did not understand that Jesus was talking about His body. After Jesus rose from the dead on the third day, His disciples remembered what He said and believed.
Father, make us obedient servants who believe and trust in Your ways and diligently seek them out. May we come boldly to Your throne of grace and receive grace and mercy in our time of need. (Hebrews 4:16) Amen.
Questions for reflection and meditation: 1. Mary comes and boldly tells Jesus about a need and trusts Him to do what is right. (Verses 3-5) How would you describe your walk with the Lord? 2. What must you do to receive direction from the Lord? (Psalm 119:9-16) 3. How have you been a bold and obedient servant? 4. John proclaims that Jesus is full of grace and truth. (John 1:14) Could John have placed the provision of wine and the cleansing of the temple together to give us an example of Jesus being full of grace and truth?