Putting a program together for church anniversary

Context first, predicament(s) after. Feel free to scroll down.
My parents have been together my whole life. Lots of complications throughout the years, etc. I can give an entire history of abuse at the literal hands of my father back to when I was in third grade as I have been deeply traumatized, as has my younger sibling (28 F). I will try to post key events for context in an attempt to catch up to the present.
Firstly, I made peace with my childhood when I was about 26 after a long talk about my OCD with my parents where my dad expressed that he deals with a lot of the symptoms I talked about. I chalked it up to him being an undiagnosed whatever the hell he has. I haven't forgiven him, but I have an understanding. They should have split IMO the first time he put his hands on someone, but she stayed out of survival, which I don't fault her for.
2007:
Once when I was in high school she called me and told me that she had my sister from daycare and that she wasn't coming back, and that she couldn't come get me because dad said he was going to kill her if she came home. I begged for her not to leave me, and after the call I saw that he had a gun out on his bed when I walked past their bedroom. She came home late that night and slept in my bedroom with my sister. She has since told me that he would also make threats to burn the house down if she ever left him, burn down her new house, kill all of us, etc.
Skip to about 2012-2014:
When I moved out of state and out of their house to be with my boyfriend my dad was already pissed that I was going to visit and basically told me to never come back. I was in a rush to leave anyways, because he had recently beat my sister with a plate so loudly that I could hear it over my gaming headset with friends in another room. So, I granted his wish and didn't see him for over a year. As I was packing I told my sister and mom that if he puts his hands on anyone I'm going to sue them for custody of my sister.
Obviously, my relationship with my mother and my sister at this time became strained as they lived with him so I couldn't visit often. While I was gone he started stalking my mother and installed an app on her phone so he could track her at all times. She worked in an office building that didn't have good service and he'd ask her why she wasn't at her desk, etc. He sent her various threatening messages that I screenshotted and sent to myself on her phone. He was under the impression she was cheating on him, and went so far as to buy a semen test kit to test a literal mayo stain on one of her work clothes. He was unhinged and completely psychotic at this time, and I was completely, and still am, on my mothers side.
Not sure of the rest of this timeline as far as dates up until the present, so here are the key events after this stalking episode:

• Dad accused Mom of cheating with a dude at the tyre shop in town. Mom admits this is when she stopped loving him. This wasn't the first time he had accused her, but she had enough.
• This is around when he starts the stalking episode
  • I find out, yadda yadda yadda from above, and I found her a lawyer and a women's shelter that would help her disappear.
  • She loses her nerve and doesn't go through with it.
• We find out that Dad has been having an internet affair with some lady and was sending her money on the DL
• Mom found out about internet affair after he made some mistakes with covering his tracks
  • My sister and I also found out and my dad was pissed because he said my mom was cheating and that she was just trying to get us on her side
• Mom and dad plan to go seperate ways.
  • they don't
• They move closer to me because I have a son. Things calm down for a long time until they need work done on their house.
  • My dad is so paranoid that my mom is cheating with the construction dudes that he makes my mom pack herself a cooler with food and drinks and makes her sit in her room all day.
• I am barely able to get my mom out of the house to run errands etc because dad is paranoid that I'm taking her to meet her alleged boyfriend, etc.
• Things stay calm for a few years, to my knowledge.
• Dads health slides. He can no longer walk. He's in a wheelchair and needs my mothers assistance with literally everything from dressing and using the restroom, etc.
  • This keeps her close as well, because she has to stay and take care of him.
  • They cannot afford a home health aide with insurance or otherwise.
• Mom came to me literal days ago and said that she's planning on divorcing him and is she a POS for wanting to leave him given his health problems. I tell her NO and that she deserves to have a happy life.
• 2 days after this she tells me she has a guy she's been talking to that was one of her old classmates from school, and he's super kind and has a ranch back home with horses and blah blah blah and she can come stay etc etc.

So basically, her plan is to leave for a week, have a home assistance person paid to go take care of him, etc. and then ask for the police to help get him out and then she's going to sell everything and move off with this dude.
I told her that she needs a real plan. First of all he's violent when angry, even if he's in a wheelchair. I feel like he would try and hurt himself and obviously burn the house down since that was always his main threat, and that me and my mom and sister might have to go through a fucking criminal investigation. I literally cannot stomach it.
Also, I am scared for my dad because holy fuck. He can't walk, he can't do anything for himself. The fucked up part of me cares for him still. The logical part of me knows he brought this upon himself. I just don't know what to do. My mother's plan is shaky at best, and it's just a fucking mess. I told her that she needs to confide in her sister-in-law who is married into the family to see if her and my uncle can take him on, because my mom has never asked for shit, and the whole family (he has like 6 surviving siblings) knows that he's an abusive prick and that my mom doesn't and has never deserved to be treated the way he has treated her. But again, I'm conflicted.
I told my mom that she needs to hold onto the house for now because she doesn't even know the dude that well and then what, she ends up homeless if he's not a good fit? IDK. Nobody is thinking things through, and I am expected to keep this secret until she goes through with it? I am going to lose my mind, and have already been up at night crying and throwing up because of the anxiety. Please, if anyone can give me any guidance I'd sincerely appreciate it.

tl;dr: i’ve done everything to support my bf financially + emotionally but it’s too much when i ask him to take me on dates/buy me flowers
my bf (27m) and i (23F) have been together for a year officially but we do have a long history before that
i’ve gone above and beyond for him. just to name a few things, my family owns a second home and we live here together but i don’t make him pay rent or even utilities. he went thru a very rough patch and wasn’t able to support himself financially so i completely supported him, even letting him keep my cards. during this time, i helped put a down payment to lease a car which i still pay around $400 for each month as well as insurance. and its not your basic car either, its a luxury brand and a 2018 model that he chose out. it’s not just necessities either, i buy him a lot of things that i know make him happy like car parts, even if they’re just for aesthetics
over the past few weeks, i’ve asked him very nicely to consider planning more dates or even just getting me flowers and being genuine about spending time with me. when i ask for these things, he immediately becomes defensive stating that he already told me he’s not romantic or that he feels bad taking me on a date if he can’t pay for it. but he has no problem spending thousands on car stuff and having me pay for everything else.
idek what to do anymore and it pains me because i do a lot of things out of love for him so im not asking for anything specific in return but a few small gestures would mean the world to me

Sorry for the formatting, im on mobile(just a heads up, this is a very long post) Also, this is my first reddit post so im sorry if this is the wrong sub, i just need to speak my mind. When I was 13, right around when covid happened, I frequented tumblr a lot. It was my main mode of using social media, and through it I posted a lot of art, reblogged stuff about fandoms I was in at the time, the works. A couple months into me using it(near february of 2020), this one person followed me and reblogged a lot of my art and always put such nice things in the tags, it made me so giddy! It was like having a fan kind of. In return I did the same thing; this other person did art semi frequently and we shared a Fandom that we both interacted with a lot. A couple months later, I end up making a tumblr group chat, back when those still existed, and this person joined it. For the next few months, we talked daily using this group chat; talking about school and the sorts. I found out through these conversations that he lived quite a few states away(we both live in the United States), and that he was also in the same grade as me(we were both going into our freshman years and starting high school). Eventually, I remember because in those stupid group chats, you weren't able to send images through them and I was complaining about not being able to send him something. To that he suggested sending it through DMs, which I did. This is what started a period of nearly four years of talking to each other, every single day. If we didn't talk, it was because of something we couldn't control; whether it be travel or it be some other thing; we were just that inseparable. I never learned his real name over those four years; I never learned where he lived or where he went to school or anything, I only knew we were the same age and his nickname was Will. Do I know if Will was short for anything? I don't know, but I wish I did. We went through so much together; I was there for him when he had familial issues with his mom and dad(stuff that's so bad I would never type it out), he was there for me when I was suicidal and depressed, he was one of a kind. I felt like at the end of the day, I could go to him and talk to him about anything I so wished, and he'd at least listen. When I was around that age, I constantly struggled with being called a "therapist friend", and being used by those at the time as someone to just rant to and that was really it. But with Will, it was so much more. He was my rock, and I was his. Months before things just came to a halt, he started growing distant. Always the excuse that he was busy, but I could see he was online, just ignoring me. It was becoming very hurtful to me; to have said something to just be ignored for hours on end and to recieve a dry reply in return. It was then that I began to realize he had been dry for a while, but that's just the way he talked, really. It was always an "ok", or a, "oof"(we talked in very lamence terms) or something among the lines. I remember on a couple occasions I would mention him coming to my home city one day and it would be replied to with an "oh" or "ok". It was then that I started to kind of realize that we were putting not equal efforts in our friendship anymore. Eventually I remember, it was February 2nd of 2024, it just became so real. The guy that had been there for me through the past four years of my life had just...seemed to stop caring. I remember, when I would go out of town and would have no cell service, I'd hate not being able to text him. He was my best friend in the entire world, he was kind of like my platonic soul mate. I remember making a game plan to try and get him to leave his home because I knew his home situation was bad; I remember thinking about how we could meet one day, and I'd finally get to see what he even looked like. But on that day in February, I broke. I told my mom, and she told me to just...stop texting him. So I kind of did. I told him that I wasn't going to use tumblr anymore and that I was going to delete it. We both had each other's discords, but I barley replied after the last few messages he sent. The last one he sent me was on March 1st, and I never replied to it. I had become so numb to him, it was painful to leave my best friend behind, but in my heart I knew it was the right desicison. I left because it felt like our friendship was going nowhere; after four years I didn't even know his name, I never even got his phone number. I gave him mine on two occasions, but...nothing. I remember we'd exchange stories that we were writing simultaneously, we'd exchange art of each other's favorite characters and ocs. I miss it. I miss him. I remember, writing a message that was nearly 2000 words long to him, but I never sent it. I was too scared, that the guilt would get the best of me. I ghosted my best friend of 4 years, and I fucking miss him. I wish he knew it, because I loved him so much. I wish we could have what we had back. I wish we could have had more; I wish we could have had one of those dramatic airport scenes where we find each other past all of the gates and stuff in the entrance of the airport and hug each other, being in the moment. But we never did, and never will. I miss you Will. If you somehow see this, I just want you to know that I'm sorry.

Thomas Joseph Landry was a New Brunswick farmer before the flood destroyed his St John Valley farm. He claims he was present during the Battle of Fredricton when the ships of the Royal Canadian Navy fired upon the city. Many of Landry's political opponents have pointed oit that tales of the navy firing on Fredricton have bren shown time and time again to be exaggerations. However, this has only raised charges of falsification of navy records amongst Landry's closest followers.
For years after losing his farm, Landry lived under the NERC occupation of New Brunswick. He claims to have been involved in an underground resistance movement against the NERC occupation, but the only evidence of this resistance movement that has been presented was letters complaining to his friends about the 'communist backwardness' of the NERC regime.
It is already in these letters written under NERC occupation that the political thought that would become Landrism would begin to become apparent. Landry wrote time and time again about how Ronism was a foolish attempt to apply a political philosophy developed by industrial workers to an agrarian society. Landry already saw the village - the basic social unit of agrarian society - as something fundamentally incompatible with a centrally planned Commjnist economy.
After New Brunswick was returned to the rule of the Maritime Relief Agency, Landry's criticism of the Communists would turn to equally scathing criticism of the MRA's attempt at running an economy largely under centealized control. Landry would soon get involved in the Atlantic People's Party, where he would write pamphlet after pamphlet on behalf of the party. During this time, Landry directed his firey words primarily at the reigning Liberals who he felt were 'communists in sheep's clothing'. He expressed ontl words of support for the APP leaders at the time.
It was only when Landry would be elected to a seat on the Maritime Regional Assembly that he would begin to dissent from the APP leadership. Regional Premier Robert Stanfield had come from a Progressive Conservative background, and largely governed as a conventional Conservative. While Landry voted in favour of Maritime Union, he began to criticize Stanfield's approach to the formation of the United Maritimes in op-ed pieces we would be able to get published in various regional newspapers.
To Landry, Stanfield's main mistake was his desire to centralize power in the hands of the Maritime Regional Government. To Landry, the village was and had always been the fundamental unit of rural life. In the form of the feudal manor, the village had been the fundametal unit of European society right until the industrial revolution. To Landry, the urban way of life was fundamentally different from the rural one, and since the industrial revolution the main political conflict in society had been between the urban left and the rural right.
To Landry, the early 20th century had seen the final victory of the urban over the rural, of big business and big unions over the small farmer and fisherman. Landry described how the urbanites had won control of every single major government from the American Revolution to the Russian Revolution, and how ultimately, it had been the urbanites who had destroyed the world with the Great Flood of their making.
Landry described Stanfield as a 'urbanite Conservative'. A man who 'deceived the farmers and fishers into abandoning their own villages in favour of an urbanized state'. For Landry, true Conservatism meant putting the village above the country, refusing to pay taxes to a Province and Country which did not in turn look after the needs of each and every one of its villages. Landry saw the ideal relationship between a village and its Province as one rooted in the feudal relatioship between a manor lord as his King. The King would provide military protection in exchange for modest taxation, but the manor would be largely able to run its own economic affairs.
However, at the same time Landry did not advocate a return to an aristocracy as such. He admired the work that the Antigonish Movement had done in empowering the rural poor through adult education and the creation of cooperatives and credit unions. He believed that each village could function as a democratic entity, with municipal government being run cooperatively and with the local Church taking a prominent role in guiding the village.
As Stanfield approached 10 years as Regional Premier, the voice of rural backbenchers opposing his policies began to grow stronger. There was no longer any substantial opposition to the APP at the Provincial level, so the strongest criticism to Stanfield's government came from within his own party. However, in 1966, the true strength of the opposition to Stanfield had not yet become clear.

The mods of ProRevenge exercised their judgement that, fair enough, my childhood story did not constitute revenge. I respect the decision. Apparently it was crossposted to another sub first, though, but the thing was too dang long and ended up cut off. I will provide the full post here and give full permission for anyone who is able to, to post the second half on the reddit it was crossposted to, but I would only like to say first:
I only use reddit to troubleshoot tech issues since Google is down the drain now, and read BoRU posts on occasion. In general, I like to keep a very low social media footprint. So please understand that this will be my final word on this post. :)

This happened decades ago now, back in primary school. I only remembered it because I was recently catching up with old friends from back then, and we got to laughing over old stories and then someone mentioned, "The wildest was when you organised that whole protest against our teacher."
"The time I did what?"
The consensus was I did, indeed, organise the entire class to rebel against our teacher that resulted in her being deposed and our class getting a "substitute" for the rest of the year. I almost fell out of my chair hearing this story from their mouths. It wasn't that I didn't remember it, of course I did--that year was awful. It was just that it existed very differently in my memory.
Two important pieces of background knowledge to understand here:
I went to a very very small, very very rural school. How small? Each classroom was composed of the entire year level, and the largest had at most 30 kids in them. My class/year level was on the smallest in the entire school, with a piddling 14 kids in it altogether. While we still had our cliques and factions, our small size caused our class to be very tight knit and protective of each other. How rural? The school building itself was incredibly small, but one thing we were not short on was gigantic empty fields surrounding us on all sides. Great for sports, great for (it turns out) student protests.
I was, at the time, undiagnosed autistic. I mean I still am autistic, I'm just formally diagnosed now. But back then I was just seen as being a very quirky kid. One of the ways this quirkiness manifested was that I really had trouble adapting to the rules and structure of grade school and how it differed from what I was used to. At home if I wanted to pee, I just went to the toilet. Now I have to put my hand up? Now I have to ask permission to piss? Then I went home and put my hand up to ask my mom for permission to pee and she told me I didn't need to! Madness! Chaos! I don't care what the rules are, please just be consistent!
But one of the main parts of my brain and the way it works is that sometimes my brain, separate from my will, would just make a decision about a course of action and I would very calmly commit to it come hell or high water. Like, it is vitally important that I stay true to this course of action. I can't explain it. It's like I set a rule for myself and if something disrupts that, I just shut down and stop functioning.
So when the school said, "Okay, when this bell rings during recess/lunch, that means you have to leave the playground and go back to class", I was a confused child already struggling with all these completely nonsensical limitations and guidelines imposed on me. So when that bell rang, I got that calm little voice in my head that said, "Hmm, no, I'm good out here actually. I don't think I will go back into class." So I would just continue to sit out on the playground, playing with my plastic spider toys or sitting on the swing. Teachers would realise what was going on and come out to get me and tell me I have to go back to class, and I would just very calmly hear them out and then smile at them and politely as possible tell them, "No thank you, I want to stay out here."
They really didn't know what to do with me. I wasn't getting upset, I wasn't throwing a tantrum, I wasn't yelling, I wasn't being rude in any way. I was incredibly docile and would let them explain things to me with endless patience and then just politely refute them and go back to what I was doing, like this was just a very normal and reasonable negotiation between two equal parties. I have memories of sitting on the swing while three very confused and flustered adult staff huddled around me trying to bribe me with candy to go back to class. It would take a whole lesson block to lure me back to the classroom, and then at lunch the whole thing would start over again. It took me three years at school to finally accept the status quo thanks to a religious nutter I got for a teacher, and finally went back to class when the bell rang (was never happy about it though).
I eventually settled into school life. Excelled at subjects I liked, at least passed subjects I didn't, followed the rules, was seen as intelligent and obedient and was often liked by my teachers. Until my final year, when we got the teacher I can only rudely monniker Mrs Bigmouth.
Mrs Bigmouth should not have been a teacher. She had a trigger temper and would explode into long, verbally abusive tirades against us if we ever did anything she felt was disrespectful behaviour. What was disrespectful behaviour? Damned if I know. It changed day by day, depending on mood. You could disrespect her to her face one day and she'd laugh and say you have such razor wit, and politely ask a question the next and she'd scream at you for ten nonstop minutes then give you a week of DT for talking back. The absolute peak moment of her boiling temper came when she threw a dictionary at a girl's head because she was whispering to me in class. When I tell you it missed her by half an inch...
But believe it or not, this wasn't what made her such an awful teacher. It was so hard to get teachers at rural schools back then, there was almost nothing you could do to get fired, so we had experience with teachers with nightmare tempers. What made her such an issue was her big mouth. She used us, her trapped audience, as free therapy. She would infodump, traumadump, about her very personal, very private life to us. All day. She'd be two words into a spelling list and launch into an extended story session about her marital issues with her husband. We'd be heads down doing fractions and, unprompted, she'd declare to the class that her adult daughter no longer talks to her and then diatribe to us about it until the bell rang. She had money issues, a contentious relationship with her parents, her marriage was on the rocks. She once pulled me aside after school and spoke with me, at length, about how she was thinking of having another child to try to repair her marriage. I was like, okay lady, I'm 11, about to miss my bus, and my house is a 4 hour walk on foot from here.
We weren't learning. We'd hadn't had a complete lesson since the first week of the school year. We were behind on the cirriculum and frustrated. One kid had brought a stopwatch into school and would time lessons vs her monologues and kept detailed lists, and we would come to school each morning and do betting pools on them. What subject would she interrupt, what would she talk about, and how long would it go.
But all that still wasn't the breaking point if you can believe it. No! Still not! The problem was it wasn't just her own private life she couldn't keep her mouth shut about. It was everyone else's. Because parents would make the reasonable assumption that she should be told things as our class teacher that would be important to know, and that she would understand these things were said in confidence. Instead she would veer randomly off in the middle of talking to us about her horrible weekend to let us know whatever private or traumatic thing was going on in a classmate's life that she had been made aware of. That was awful. That was what made that year hell. It wasn't even about when my secrets were shared with the entire class against my consent. It was watching the faces of my small, lovely, supportive class of 11 year old children go pale and scrunch up with held-back tears as things they never wanted to share were announced like morning news. God we hated her.
Then one day that voice came. The one I hadn't heard in years. The bell ring to go back into class and that voice said, "But I don't want to be in that classroom. I'm not even being taught there." So I just... didn't. I didn't go back to class. I just sat in the playground in a daze eating grass (don't eat grass, it's not good for your teeth). Despite how small my class was, I don't think Mrs Bigmouth even noticed I wasn't there. Others did though. Come lunch and everyone came out, my friends asked me where I was and I said, "Oh, I didn't go back to class."
"Why didn't you go back to class?"
"Why would I go back to class?"
Lightbulb moment for my schoolmates. Yeah, why would they go back to class? What was the point? From a practical standpoint, they weren't learning. From an emotional standpoint, it was horrible to be there. A friend who had had her family's dirty laundry aired to the entire class just last week, things even she didn't know because her parents tried to keep it from her, asked if she could sit with me rather than go back to class. I just stared at her, vacant and confused.
"Sure? I mean, I'm just eating grass though."
Over the next few days, two kids turned into four, turned into ten, turned into the whole class. The whole class was doing a sit-out protest on the field rather than go back to class. Of course Mrs Bigmouth tried to do something about it. She'd come out, screaming at us and threatening us with DT and internal suspension, but six months of that behaviour had totally vaccinated us against her. I'd become the de facto leader and spokesperson of the protest by merit of being the first to sit out and also because I was well known to not give a shit (autistic brain: I actually just frequently had trouble reading and reacting with the correct social behaviour but it gave me a cool and aloof bad boy mystique I guess). I gave her the exact same treatment from back in grade one. I would let her scream, let her holler, let her threaten, let her spittle rain down on me, and then I would give her a sweet and innocent smile and nod in acknowledgement and say, "No thank you, we're going to remain out here." And thirteen pairs of eyes would stare at her in total silence. No one, not even the most gobbermouthed little shite in the class, would volunteer a word. The unspoken agreement was all negotiations were my responsibility.
The thing about angry people is that they feed off conflict. They get you angry so they can respond with even more anger and it nourishes them. She had no absolutely no plan of action on how to deal with me patiently hearing her out then refuting her in the gentlest of terms.
Another thing that ended up helping down the line is that we made an attempt to conduct our own classes. I mean, they sucked and we didn't learn much because we were kids with no supervision, but it was really cute in retrospect. We'd have groups of people assigned to subjects, with some people bringing in words they found in a dictionary for spelling lists and others bringing in old 6th grade homework from older siblings. The heart was there and it served a purpose, if not educational.
"Okay, but how did no one else notice this was happening? Surely people would notice 14 kids sitting on the lawn, not in class?"
Rural school. Big. Empty. Fields. Even screaming at us, the most other classrooms would hear would be muffled voices, and everyone was used to hearing her yelling at us or taking us out onto the field abruptly to make us do laps as group punishment. Plus the way the school buildings were arranged was that it was actually all in one straight line of adjacent rooms, and ours happened to be at the very end of the building. No windows faced the field we all sat in except that of our own classroom. It was just a very lucky arrangement of coincidences and preconceived notions, at least for a couple weeks. I couldn't tell you the exact number, this was so long ago and as a kid I definitely had a more stretched idea of time. Minutes felt like hours, especially during that year. But there was definitely at least two weekends that passed by since the "sit-out protest" started.
Eventually someone cottoned on to what was happening, or maybe Mrs Bigmouth humbled herself and finally confessed to her boss that she had lost control of a bunch of 11-year-olds, so we were called into the principal's office to sort this out. As the representative of our class, I was of course chosen to attend the meeting, flanked by the girl who'd had the dictionary thrown at her head and my friend who was the first to sit out with me. Since I understood that this meeting was one where we were probably going to be yelled at for doing the wrong thing, a thing I had ample experience of, I felt like the easiest way to mitigate things (especially since I felt guilty for being the instigator) was to explain in a very rational and logical way the series of events that led up to our bad behaviour. As well, for my entire life my mother had always taught me that it was no good complaining about things unless you were also willing to think of solutions. "I'm hungry!" - "Well, what's a solution to that problem?" - "Uh, make myself a sandwich?" - "Great! Let's do that together!"
So what did I do? Of course, to make things as clean and concise as possible, I interviewed my class one by one to hear each individual story of why they didn't feel comfortable going to class anymore, itemised them under categories (Verbal Aggression; Interruptions of Lessons; Oversharing Student Life) for easier discussion because my little quirky brain loved itemising things, and then as a kind of olive branch came up with solutions (we wanted to finish lessons unhindered, we wanted our personal privacy to be respected, we wanted to be able to catch our bus on time rather than being held back with unfair DT or long "chats"). So many things sort of came together in this beautiful, wholly accidental way. We had months of records of timed rants and monologues, noted down to the millisecond thanks to that kid's stopwatch. We had records of us trying to teach ourselves during the protests, showing this wasn't us just not wanting to go to class but due to us feeling as though we did not have a class to go to. When the principal heard all this, her jaw it the floor. A lot of it was stuff she knew, peripherally, but things had just never been laid out so neatly before. Some of it was stuff we'd complained to parents about, but it was one kid coming home and telling one parent one time, weeks ago. There was no real sense, up until now, the sheer scope of her behaviour. She didn't even answer us. She just said, "Okay, I need to call your parents."
We got the rest of the week off school. That weekend, every parent of every student came to a meeting between them, Mrs Bigmouth, and the principal. Stories were swapped. My exercise book with my tidy little lists and the records of the betting pool and monologue times were confiscated and brought into the meeting. I don't know what went down, but when my mother came home she just told me that Mrs Bigmouth would not be our problem for the rest of the school year, and more importantly, that she was incredibly proud of me and that I did the right thing. Rarely in my childhood had my inability to integrate into normal society led me to doing the right thing, so I just remember crying and hugging and feeling vindicated about, I don't know, just existing or something.
So yeah. From the outside perspective here is what it looked like: I, the ringleader with a history of dismissing school rules, organised a sit-out strike amongst my class. I kept the protest peaceful and non-disruptive to other classes. When negotiations with the principal were finally arranged, as the representative I compiled a clear list of greivances, with evidence, and a list of reasonable demands. I mean, holy crap, yes, yes I clearly organised a student protest.
The actual results of it are mixed. We got a revolving door of substitute teachers of varying quality for the rest of the school year, occasionally being bundled into other classrooms entirely when they couldn't find someone. It wasn't a great learning environment and we continued to struggle a lot, but it was better than before. Mrs Bigmouth was not actually fired but put on leave for the rest of the school year, then returned and was put in charge of a different year level (which happened to be the class of the younger sister of a guy in my class: according to him, she was quiet as a church mouse that entire year so I hope at least she learned her lesson, or at least finally got divorced and went to actual therapy). The entire ordeal caused our already small and close class to become really really supportive and like family to each other and we all remain in touch until this day. And we became fierce about standing up for ourselves.
I kind of learned to parse the difference between when it was appropriate to go along with set societal rules even if I don't understand them, and when those rules were just straight up unreasonable and nobody should be required to follow them. I did, years alter, lead an actual (very small) strike at work but intentionally that time. My mother was proud of me then too. :)

Actually, this is my final word on this post:
I am sending much love from across the internet to every neurodivergent person who saw themselves in this story and a possibility of how being out of the ordinary can also mean being extraordinary. You are fantastic! You are fantastic! You are fantastic! I will say it three times so you understand the importance of it!

At one point I was thinking about the timeline of FNaF, and decided to write out every concrete date we have. The dates we know for certain are:

• Game & Novel Events
  • 1983 - Freddy's Opens and the Bite of '83 (Confirmed in the Steel Wool games and the presence of Freddy's characters in the FNaF 4 minigames)
  • Monday, October 31st, 1983 - Charlie's death (Confirmed in the novels)
  • Wednesday, June 26th, 1985 - MCI (Confirmed in the FNaF 1 newspapers, novels and Fazbear Frights)
  • Sunday, November 8th, 1987, through Friday, November 13th, 1987 - FNaF 2 Nights and Phone Calls (Confirmed in the FNaF 2 Paychecks)
  • November 8th through November 14th - FNaF 1 Nights and Custom Night (Confirmed in the FNaF 1 Paychecks)
• Novel Only Events
  • July of 1985 - Henry Commits Die
  • June of 1995 - The Silver Eyes
  • October of 1996 - The Twisted Ones
  • Post-Easter Sunday of 1997 - The Fourth Closet

And doing this made me realize something. With the number of dates we have, a lot of people are just guessing instead of working around them. Most notably, the reuse of certain weekdays/months can help us understand dates that aren't confirmed. For example:

• Due to the Spring Bonnie costume being moved in the FNaF 3 Night 5 Phone Call (AKA Phone Guy's 4th call) and Spring Bonnie being used for at least the MCI, we can safely place Phone Guy's FNaF 3 calls from Sunday, June 23rd, 1985, through Thursday, June 27th, 1985. Since Phone Guy brings up the Springlock Failure on Tuesday, this means the Bite of '83 can't have been the springlock failure he mentions on Call 3.
• Since the newspaper clippings in FNaF 1 are after the MCI and appear to be the same front page, this means that not all of them happen on the same day. The "Kids vanish at local pizzeria – bodies not found." page is likely on Thursday, June 27th, 1985, after at least the first two MCI victims have been killed. The "Five children now reported missing. Suspect convicted." page is likely on Friday, June 28th, 1985, after the incident has been more thoroughly investigated. The "Local pizzeria threatened with shutdown over sanitation." page is likely on Saturday, June 29th, 1985, after the bodies have begun to decompose. Notably, the "Local pizzeria said to close by years end." page seems to be well after June of 1985 since the MCI is referred to as "many years ago", so it's unlikely it takes place at the same time as the other three.
• Since both FNaF 1 and FNaF 2 have inconsistencies with it being a "summer" job (FNaF 1 on the Steam Page and FNaF 2 in the Night 1 Phone Call), it's implied that the job listing hasn't been updated since the MCI.
• Phone Guy repeatedly mentions a "previous employee" who took the night shift before we did, who was likely William Afton using a fake name, which means that he had worked from Sunday, October 25th, 1987, through Friday, October 30th, 1987. After this he moves to the dayshift and begins tampering with the animatronics. Since the MCI in the 1985 location happened on a Wednesday, this implies that the DCI also happens on a Wednesday. This, combined with the investigation into Freddy's happening on Night 4 of FNaF 2, implies that the DCI happened on Wednesday, November 11th, 1987.
• Due to the "Freddy Fazbear's is Closing" page seen after Night 6 of FNaF 2 and the Night 7 Guard being a different person, it's likely the Bite of '87 happened on Saturday, November 14th, 1987.
• Since FNaF 2 shows Fazbear Entertainment pays its employees on Thursdays, this means FNaF 1 has to take place in a year where November 12th is a Thursday. As such, the possible dates it could be are 1992, 1998, 2009, and 2015. Since 2009 and 2015 are well after most depictions of the FNaF 1 location and 1998 is after the Security Guard Faz-Fact date of 1988-1993, we can conclude that FNaF 1 has to take place in 1992. To add onto this, a code in the Survival Logbook involving coupons further implies the year 1992 due to calculations involving pricing and inflation. Related to this, Phone Guy is stated to be finishing his last week during the FNaF 1 Phone Calls, and since Mike arrives to take his place immediately after, it's safe to say that the Phone Calls take place from Sunday, November 1st, 1992, through Thursday, November 5th, 1992.
• Due to Phone Guy's Night 1 Phone Call from FNaF 1 playing in the background during FNaF 4 and a number of other similarities, it's safe to say that FNaF 4 takes place during FNaF 1, with Nightmare Night being before just before FNaF 1 Custom Night. The reason for this is that, if Mike is working the Night Shift, he would need to be asleep during the day to make up for it and be ready for his workday.
• Sister Location is stated to take place after a Freddy's location has closed its doors, placing either post-MCI, post-FNaF 2, or post-FNaF 1. However, since HandUnit says the Freddy's that closed was a successful one, it can't be post-FNaF 2 as the location was only open for a few weeks. It also can't be before FNaF 3 because Mike would have no reason to go to Fazbear Frights. Lastly, Elizabeth in the novels dies after Charlie, so her death would have to be before 1987. This implies that the events of the game take place post-FNaF 1, while Elizabeth's death takes place post-MCI and pre-FNaF 2. Notice that earlier when talking about FNaF 2 that I said William didn't work on October 31st, 1987. That is because, given the previous evidence, he was implied to be at the opening of Circus Baby's Pizza World witnessing Elizabeth's death. This event is what leads him to perform the DCI to gain Remnant now that Circus Baby's is out of commission.
• The Immortal and the Restless cutscenes are pretty self-explanatory, taking place after each night of Sister Location. Similarly, the Sister Location cutscenes take place the week after Sister Location. Lastly, the Elizabeth voice lines after each night take place in the week leading up to her death.
• This is where things get a bit controversial. The Silver Eyes takes place over Five Nights (as in the title), and since Charlie is in town for the 10th anniversary of the MCI, this means the book takes place from Monday, June 26th, 1995, through Friday, June 30th, 1995. In the book, we see Charlie springlock William as revenge for his crimes while the other animatronics drag him to the Safe Room. While it isn't 1-1, a similar thing happens in the Follow Me minigames, where on Night 5 all the spirits lead William into the Safe Room and springlock him as revenge for his crimes. Phone Guy also states that "If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath, I’d probably be a bit irritable at night too", which could relate to the predicament William Afton found himself in after Follow Me. This implies that the events of The Silver Eyes happen at the same time as Follow Me in the game continuity, which is why they had to be separated in the first place.
• Relating to the above point, both The Silver Eyes and Sister Location take place over the course of 5 nights and both involve the older brother of one of the dead children being trapped in a Springlock Suit on Night 4. Similarly, both Follow Me and Sister Location end with a man identified by a purple sprite being killed by the victims of the MCI (or maybe DCI for Sister Location). This implies that Sister Location and Follow Me also happen at the same time, and the reason Mike couldn't find his father was because he was springlocked in the back room at Freddy's.
• Since FNaF 3 is stated to be 30 years after a Freddy's location closed its doors, this means that it is in either 2015, 2017, or 2022. Since the game is released in 2015 and the Survival Logbook's previous coupon code matches that date if adjusted for inflation, FNaF 3 takes place in 2015. Due to the date of the MCI already being mentioned and work weeks in the games usually starting on Sunday, this means FNaF 3 takes place from June 21st, 2015, through June 26th, 2015 (after which it burns down). On a related note, the last night of Pizzeria Simulator is stated to be a Saturday, and since the game has a lot of relation to the Afton and Emily families, it's likely that it takes place on the day Charlie and Elizabeth died (October 31st). This implies that the game takes place from Monday, October 25th, 2015, through Saturday, October 31st, 2015.
• You may have noticed that Sister Location is the only game that doesn't start its work week on Sunday, instead beginning on Monday. That is because FNaF World takes place during this day, as implied by the lack of Funtime and Scrap animatronics. After this, the minigames from FNaF 3 are set up and Mike goes to the Sister Location bunker at the behest of his father. Ultimate Custom Night, however, has no set date because it is seemingly a time loop, an endless cycle of suffering endured by whoever you believe the player to be. Happiest Day only occurs after Ultimate Custom Night ends, but just as the Vengeful Spirit says, they will never happen.
• Now that we've covered the major events, let's get to the main course: The minigames. Considering the above evidence, Take Cake to the Children and Security Puppet take place on Monday, October 31st, 1983, Fruity Maze takes place on Wednesday, June 26th, 1985, and Circus Baby's Minigame takes place on Saturday, October 31st, 1987. Foxy Go!Go!Go! and Give Gifts, Give Life likely take place either on the same day as Fruity Maze or the day after on Thursday, June 27th, 1985, though the more likely option is the latter due to cluttering the number of events. The main FNaF 3 minigames besides Happiest Day take place during the events of FNaF 3, since Mike is the one setting them up. That only leaves the FNaF 4 minigames and Midnight Motorist. Due to Midnight Motorist being labeled "later that night" in the code, the rain texture being the same as Security Puppet, and the player driving a purple car, it's likely the minigame takes place the night of Charlie's murder. Since Elizabeth's death, the Bite of '87, and Pizzeria Simulator put a lot of emphasis on "parties on Saturday", it's likely they are calling back to the Bite of '83. Since William "should" have a motive to kill Charlie, this places the FNaF 4 minigames from Monday, October 24th, 1983, through Sunday, October 30th, 1983. This places the Bite of '83 on a Saturday, just like the Bite of '87.
• One last thing of note: Though the year she describes is inconsistent due to Book Charlie being a replica and not the real Charlie, she is born on Tuesday, May 13th, 1980, and dies at the age of 4. Similarly, the date of Fredbear's opening has also been inconsistent, ranging from 1979 to 1982 depending on the media. This seems to imply (to me at least) that Charlie's birthday is the same day Fredbear's opens. Also, since Elizabeth dies four years later on the same day as Charlie, it's likely the same is true for Elizabeth's birthday and the founding of Freddy's. Lastly, to me at least, Michael's birthday being the same day as Bite Victim would give him a motive to bully him and cause the Bite. Considering both Charlie and Elizabeth were four when they died, it's likely that Bite Victim's birthday is Wednesday, October 29th, 1980, with Michael being born on the same day in 1970 to allow him to be old enough to work at the FNaF 2 location as Fritz Smith. gives an exact date for almost any remaining dates missing.

Now that we've covered every possible point from the Clickteam games, let's take this information and form a timeline. Please note that not all of the specifics will be agreed upon, but I believe the general dates are correct.

• Thursday, October 29th, 1970 - Michael Afton (Mike) is born, William Afton and Henry Emily found Fazbear Entertainment.
• Tuesday, May 13th, 1980 - Charlotte Emily (Charlie) is born. Henry and William open Fredbear's Family Diner. In the diner are two animatronics, Fredbear and Spring Bonnie, who can be used as animatronics or worn as suits through the use of springlocks.
• Wednesday, October 29th, 1980 - Bite Victim (CC) is born, and Fredbear's is a massive success. Fazbear Entertainment is large enough to have plushies, action figures, build-your-own-robot toys, a Spring Bonnie finger trap, and even a TV Show called Fredbear & Friends.
• Friday, May 13th, 1983 - Elizabeth Afton (Abby) is born, Henry opens Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. In the Pizzeria are four animatronics (Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy), who originated from Fredbear & Friends and don't feature the springlocks found in Fredbear and Spring Bonnie.
• Monday, October 24th, 1983, through Sunday, October 30th, 1983 - Mike torments his younger brother in the week leading up to their birthday while their father watches from afar using cameras and a Fredbear plush with a walkie talkie. The day of the party, Mike and his friends accidentally cause the Bite of '83 through a prank gone wrong, and he dies the following day with both Mike and William speaking to him on his deathbed. The Bite Victim possesses the Fredbear plush, but Mike locks it in a toy chest along with all his other toys so they don't have to think about him. While Mike and William are talking to CC, Fredbear's closes down, the suits are moved to Freddy's, and Fredbear is rebranded to Golden Freddy and given black accessories to replace the original purple accessories.
• Monday, October 31st, 1983 - William gets Henry to watch Mike so he can go to a nearby bar to drink his problems away. After being kicked out for getting too drunk, William drives to Freddy's in a drunken rage. William sees Charlie locked outside by a bunch of bullies and kills her, leaving her body outside by the dumpsters. The Security Puppet animatronic, designed to keep children safe after the accident at Fredbear's caused it to shut down, follows Charlie outside and deactivates while clutching her in its arms. This causes Charlie to possess the Security Puppet. When William gets home, Henry tells him to leave Mike be, but he refuses. He knocks on the locked door before checking the window outside. He remarks that he's run off to "that place", meaning where Mike buried the toy chest in the woods, and vows that Mike will be sorry when he returns.
• Sunday, June 23rd, 1985, through Saturday, June 29th, 1985 - Fazbear Entertainment hires Phone Guy to record safety tapes for the springlock suits used at Freddy's. On Tuesday, an incident involving multiple simultaneous springlock failures (the origins of Shadow Freddy and Shadow Bonnie) causes wearing the suits to be banned. On Wednesday, William dons Spring Bonnie out of spite and lures two children, Susie and Jeremy, to the back room of Freddy's where the springlock suits were being stored and kills them. On Thursday, William kidnaps three more children (Gabriel, Fritz, and Cassidy) and brings them to Freddy's to kill them. He kills the first two the same way as before but has a "special gift" for the third one. He stuffs them into the Golden Freddy suit, then allows their crying and screaming to trigger the springlocks, causing yet another springlock failure. Once he leaves, the Puppet (AKA Charlie), takes action and stuffs the bodies of the other four children into the suits in hopes of bringing them to life the same way she was. This leads to Susie possessing Chica, Jeremy possessing Bonnie, Gabriel possessing Freddy, and Fritz possessing Foxy. Cassidy, however, had already been strong enough to possess Golden Freddy herself due to the agony of the springlock failure. On Friday, the police investigate Freddy's and find the Golden Freddy suit laying in a pile of blood, leading Fazbear Entertainment to seal the room the suits were being kept in. William frames Henry for the incident, causing him to go to prison for a crime he didn't commit and giving sole ownership of Fazbear Entertainment to Afton Robotics. However, the dead bodies being kept inside the other four suits began to leak blood and emit a foul odor, eventually leading the restaurant to be shut down due to sanitation violations.
• Sunday, October 25th, 1987, through Saturday, October 31st, 1987 - Now with total control, William opens a new Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The new restaurant used new models called the Toy animatronics, due to being based on various toys manufactured by Fazbear Entertainment. The initial plan was to reuse the original suits, but due to the bodies inside, William instead re-uses their parts for the new line of animatronics. This transfers the Remnant of the original animatronics to the new animatronics. While this was occurring, he also began work on opening a new location, Circus Baby's Pizza World, with more humanoid animatronics in the form of Baby & the Bidybabs, Ballora & the Minireenas, BB, and JJ. The location also had two additional animatronics, Funtime Freddy with his hand-puppet Bon Bon, and Funtime Foxy. The animatronics at Circus Baby's were built for the purpose of gaining more Remnant and were programmed to lure, capture, and kill children. Abby, however, developed an obsession with wanting to see Circus Baby. Starting on Tuesday, she begins begging her dad every day to play with Circus Baby. William, obviously not wanting one of his own kids to die again, refuses. On Saturday, however, Abby manages to escape William's view and see Circus Baby, leading to the animatronic doing as it was programmed: killing Abby and extracting her Remnant. William, distraught by the loss of yet another child, cancels the opening of Circus Baby's due to "gas leaks" and retires the animatronics to a storage facility underneath his house. However, BB, JJ, and Funtime Foxy were moved to Freddy's instead.
• Sunday, November 1st, 1987, through Saturday, November 14th, 1987 - William, now robbed of the location he had planned to use for testing, gets a job as a night guard at Freddy's under the fake name "Dave Miller" to obverse the location. At first things seem to be going smoothly, but the animatronics quickly recognize him and attempt to kill him repeatedly throughout his work week. By Saturday, November 7th, he contacts the restaurant as "Dave Miller" and reports the behavior of the animatronics, which leads to him being moved to the day shift and a new employee named Jeremy Fitzgerald (one of Mike's childhood friends) taking his place. During Jeremy's work week, Phone Guy calls him each night to update him on current events and guide him through his shift. William, still needing Remnant, uses his position as a day guard to kill five more unnamed children. This causes the animatronics to become even more aggressive and leads to "Dave Miller" being fired by the company. However, since William still owned the building, he closes the location publicly. However, he allows one family to have a birthday party on Saturday and sets up Jeremy as the day guard. The animatronics (likely Toy Chica), believing him to be William, cause the Bite of '87 and leave Jeremy without a frontal lobe. Following this, the location shuts down for good and William sends Mike under the fake name "Fritz Smith" to dismantle the animatronics and return them to him. He uses the parts he has to repair the original animatronics and re-open the original Freddy's location to very limited success. He also injects the Remnant from the Toy animatronics into the Funtimes and repairs Funtime Foxy (who had been torn apart by toddlers while he was there and become Mangle), making them more hostile than before.
• Sunday, November 1st, 1992, through Saturday, November 14th, 1992 - While the Phone Guy had managed to work as a night guard at the FNaF 1 location for a very long time, he eventually got old enough to retire on his last work week in November. As such, he begins to record a set of training tapes for the next in line for the job after him. Things go smoothly the first three nights, but on Wednesday the animatronics finally get the better of him. They kill him and stuff him in a Freddy suit in the back room. This gives William an idea. From November 7th to November 14th, he performs experiments on Mike by poisoning his room with fear gas during the day, leading him to have horrific nightmares of the Freddy's animatronics. During the night, he sends Mike to work at Freddy's again as a night guard under the last name "Schmidt". On Saturday, however, Mike listens to the tapes Phone Guy left and checks inside the animatronics, leading him to discover what his father had done. This leads to William "firing" Mike and to the experiments worsening over the next few years. After a while, Mike's fear of the experiments leads to him becoming completely subservient to William and wanting nothing more than to please him.
• Sunday, June 25th, 1995 - FNaF World...happens. It's hard to explain exactly WHAT happens since the game is built on metaphors and double meanings, but its events are important because they set up the events of FNaF 3, Pizzeria Simulator, and Ultimate Custom Night. All that we know for certain is that Mike opens the box (as seen in the game's files), he remembers everything that happened, and he is tasked with putting the pieces in place to help his younger brother. Could it be a dream, altered by the spirit of CC, the fear gas, or something else? Could it be an in-universe game he played that was kept in the box with the other toys, explaining the repeated use of Atari imagery in cutscenes and minigames? Or could it just be something silly Scott wanted to make used to represent Mike and CC's memories of the past? I have no clue, and I don't think anyone else truly does either, so I'll just say it happened and leave it at that. Although, something important to know for later is that Old Man Consequences in FNaF World is used to represent Henry, given their similar speech patterns and his cutscene in UCN.
• Monday, June 26th, 1995, through Friday, June 30th, 1995 - William, running low on Remnant after experimenting on the Funtimes, returns to Freddy's to extract more Remnant from the original animatronics now that the location has closed. He lures them into the same back room he killed the children in and dismantles them one-by-one. While he's there, he sends Mike to the underground storage facility, now named Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rentals, to "put his sister back together". On Thursday, the animatronics kidnap Mike and place him in a springlock suit, forcing him to watch Ballora be injected with the Remnant of the original animatronics before allowing him to leave. On Friday, however, both Mike and William run out of luck. The animatronics at Circus Baby's tear themselves apart and join together to form Ennard, who tricks Mike into following them into the Scooping Room. The Scooper tears out his insides and allows Ennard to use him as a skin suit. While this is occurring, the ghosts of the children from the MCI take form before William and frighten him. In response, he remembers how wearing an animatronic mask confused them, so he wears the Spring Bonnie suit in hopes it'll make them leave. However, the general lack of maintenance and the wet surroundings lead to him experiencing a springlock failure first-hand. He dies a karmic death, but the agony of the springlock failure leads to him possessing the suit and becoming Springtrap.
• Saturday, July 1st, 1995, through Saturday, July 8th, 1995 - In the week following Mike's death, Ennard uses his body for a while to attempt to fit in with the other people in town. However, they didn't account for Mike's body decomposing due to exposure to air and sunlight. By Friday, they decide to abandon ship and vomit themselves out of Mike's corpse, leading him to collapse. However, the Scooper also injected Mike with Remnant, allowing him to reanimate himself and regain consciousness. This leads to Saturday, July 8th, where Mike laments his life and vows to find his father and get revenge for all the damage he's caused. While this is happening, Ennard is beginning to fall apart. The majority (Funtime Freddy, Funtime Foxy, and Ballora) eject Circus Baby's parts from their body, leading to Circus Baby having to put herself back together in more ways than one and becoming Scrap Baby. However, this causes their Remnant to destabilize and become molten hot, leading to their form melting into an amorphous pile of Remnant and animatronic parts called Molten Freddy.
• Sunday, June 21st, 2015, through Friday, June 26th, 2015 - 30 years after the MCI at Fredy's and 20 years after the events at Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental, a horror attraction called Fazbear's Fright opens. Mike, seeing this as an opportunity to find his father, again applies for a job as a night guard and works there for 6 days. On Sunday, he has no luck and just sits in an empty office. He writes in the Logbook given to him by Phone Dude, the owner of the attraction, and notices two spirits communicating in the book. He remembers the events of FNaF World and uses this opportunity to pick up the pieces left for him and free the souls of the children. On Monday, however, Phone Dude has "great" news for him. He found Springtrap (AKA his father) in the backroom of Freddy's and is using him for the attraction. He also found the first set of training tapes Phone Guy recorded and plays them for the rest of Mike's work week. Over the course of the week, he communicates with the spirits in the Logbook, sets up their "Happiest Day", and defends against his father's attempts to kill him all while dealing with faulty equipment and Remnant-based hallucinations. On Friday, after he's certain the pieces are in place and has learned who the people communicating in the Logbook are (CC for certain, but the other could be either Cassidy or Charlie depending on how you look at it), he burns the attraction to the ground with both of them inside. However, William escapes, leading Mike to return once again and give chase. The Puppet, who had been at the location alongside Mike since it opened, also follows suit.
• Sunday, October 25th, 2015, through Saturday, October 31st, 2015 - Henry is released from prison on Sunday after the police in town investigate the animatronics roaming the streets and discover Circus Baby's, proving he was innocent all along. After leaving, he comes up with a plan. He reuses a bunch of older animatronics from before Fredbear's opened and repurposes one named Carnie into LEFTE, who he uses to capture the Puppet. He also builds a fake pizzeria above ground, with an elaborate labyrinth of vents with a large empty room in the middle below ground. He hires a new manager for the location, and tasks them with salvaging any animatronics found in the underground room. After the manager leaves, they will seal the room behind them. Afterwards, once all the animatronic menaces lurking around are inside, he will burn the location to the ground with no chance of escape for anyone but the manager (including himself). However, something unexpected happens. Instead of some rando getting the job, William's son Mike takes the position instead. He follows Henry's instructions perfectly until Saturday, when Henry's plan has come to fruition and the location begins to catch fire. However, Henry knew that Mike was exactly where he wanted to be, and that he wouldn't use the escape Henry left for him. He gives one final speech as they all burn together.
• Post-October 31st, 2015 - This one will also be a bit controversial. After the smoke clears, all the souls still present are freed from their animatronic prisons and allowed to move on. That is, all except for two. William was still undeterred and was attempting to possess another vessel, and Mike still wanted to make his father suffer how he had suffered. So, using the Remnant of the other spirits, he drags William into a coma. A dream he will never awaken from where he experiences what Mike went through and is taunted by the children he killed over, and over, and over. Henry (through Old Man Consequences) tries to reason with him, urging him to let William burn in Hell and allow Happiest Day to come to fruition. But Mike won't let that happen. He will hold him there. He will keep him there. No matter how many times they're burned.

And that's it. This post took me all day writing out and double-checking to make sure I didn't get anything incorrect, but I'm sure there are a few typos or inconsistencies and that there are pieces of information I've missed. After all, no one knows all the answers about FNaF except Scott himself, and even Scott makes mistakes. But I feel confident in this and hope that it leaves some sort of impact.

I'm currently trying to level up a new account to 30 so I can duo with my buddy consistently. We've been playing this game a long time, and it feels like our MMR is laid into the foundations of our current accounts. We always duo together for placements, but pretty quickly I'll be earning double his LP per win and losing half per loss. Within a week or two we're unable to play together, even if I'm not winning games by myself. So that's led us to try and build new names for ourselves on different accounts without 10+ years of MMR history.
Currently I'm using this as an opportunity to practice champions I'm not too familiar with, or ones I'd like to include in my future pool for ranked games. I typically don't bother playing normals unless I have no option, or I want to play with my friends. In this case, I'm literally just doing it to level up, and practice champs. Which leads me to where I'm at now.
There's a special kind of sadness when I'm queued up to try a champ for the 4th time and get matched up against a 1-trick, million mastery, legendary-skin-emerald-ranked-border motherfu*cker. You know? Maybe I'm just jaded to the game, maybe it's my competitive nature, but I've never bothered to take unranked seriously. If I'm trying hard in League, it's in a ranked game. My buddy and I don't want to play unranked together on our mains all season. It's boring. So why are my opponents sweating so hard? Why am I getting tower dove at level 5? Why do I have to ban my counterpicks, or be GUARANTEED to be countered in *normal games*??
I can't even begin to imagine what this would be like if I was genuinely new to the game. It would be so demoralizing I'd probably put it down for good. I know that mastery, playtime, account level aren't reflections of how good a player is, and this isn't a rant about how Rito's matchmaking system is rough (it is).
I guess I'm just confused at the shift that happened in normal games where everybody is playing their absolute best and brightest picks. Back in my day it was a complete shitshow. Every other person was doing a troll build, testing out a champ in a different role, or picking somebody up for the first time. Now it genuinely feels harder than ranking on my original account (Gold I). It's very unfun sometimes.

Ever since I was 14 my dad has always threatened to kick me out and send me back to Florida with my mom and each time I left for a while to go to Florida my dad would always call telling me he missed me saying I’m his “world” and he “doesn’t want to fall apart” and I always caved. In April of 2023 he started cheating on his wife, while he was cheating his wife was in Virginia. I was home and would BEG my dad to come home everyday because I had literally nothing to eat. He wouldn’t come home for weeks at a time and I would have to have my boyfriend at the time bring me stuff I could put together to cook. My dad’s wife came home from Virginia and found out my dad hasn’t been coming home and found out he’s been out with his mistress the whole time she was out of town. His wife leaves him and immediately he moves his mistress in and she expects me to call her my mom and to just automatically warm up to her like she was fucking a married man who’s wife was VERY loyal to him. He wants me to be alright with him moving the mistress in and forced me to always speak to her everyday or I would get yelled at or he would threaten to kick me out or turn my phone off. I just feel like he bombarded me with everything so quick though it is his house and he pays the rent how is this all fair to me? When do I get to express my feelings? He tries to turn everything around on me when I try to even say anything so I don’t bother anymore. As I’m typing this I’m putting my stuff in bags, I’m over his narcissistic ass. He can be happy with his mistress knowing he ruined any kind of relationship with his 2 kids.

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Is it possible that the smart queen that appeared in outsiders is actually an android Mari?
Like ok, obviously when Yuya was writing the Gemn-Smart Brain special and outsiders, I don't think he conceived of Toshiki Inoue coming in to write a 20th anniversary movie for Faiz that introduces the idea of smart brain having making androids and changing their company goal to kill all orphenochs when they were once a company that was secretly run by them and wants the world to be dominated by them so it likely wasn't an intentional choice by any means. However, now that paradise regained exists and introduces the idea of smart brain having android copies of orphenochs and the ryusei students(through the existence of the android Kusaka), I don't think it's out of the realm of possibility to assume that smart queen is likely an android.
Plus it does answer why she look like Mari, she was an android made to look like her. No orphenoch has been able to copy appearances from what I remember and the other case where Smart Lady disguised as Mari to fool Kiba in paradise lose, that was in the smart brain colosseum and was clearly implied to be a result of the colosseum and not Smart Lady herself. Plus, while she did turn to dust like how a orphenoch would when killed or when a human is killed by an orphenoch, we technically don't know how smart brain androids appear when destroyed as when they were destroyed in paradise regained, it was covered by an explosion, so we really can't use the death example to deny the possibility. As for contradictions regarding why smart brain is both pro and anti orphenoch, keep in mind paradise regained has Rena state that the government is controlling this new smart brain to eradicate orphenochs so similar to how Kuroto has a new form of Gemn corp while the old one is still around, there could just be 2 smart brains currently acting.
As for what any of this means, probably nothing given that outsiders is moving away from trying to link the other rider series together and is just gonna kamen rider chronicle it and that trying to make sense of anything by Toshiki Inoue is a lost cause.

While watching The Jinx, a conversation that I had with Susan Berman, during the very late 90s or early in the year 2000 started coming back to mind. She was telling me about me a story, I assumed a book, that she was working on that involved a little boy and his journey through adulthood. She stated that it was true crime and that she was about to open a can of worms that would forever change her life! She specifically spoke about the chapter she was working on at that time; where the little boy couldn't sleep one night. His mother came into his room to comfort him and they ended up going onto the roof of their home through a window to star gaze as they often did when he could not sleep. I do not remember her specifically mentioning if the window was in the boys room or another nearby room. I only remember her describing how the little boy, for no apparent reason, pushed his mother off of the roof to her death and that his father covered for him his entire life. She did not ever state the boys name, the mothers name, or any other names for that matter. I just always assumed she was writing about her father as it was common knowledge that he was a Vegas mobster. It was not until recently, watching The Jinx that I put two and two together. It is still a little blur of memory but I am almost certain that the little boy she spoke of was Robert Durst. We will never know!

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Through May 25 Echo Theatre: Beyond the Yellow Wallpaper at the Bath House Cultural Center
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*May 11- May 24 Women in Art – A Joyful Journey Exhibition at Art on Main
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Ghosts: Do You Believe at Texas Theatre
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*Mad Monday Karaoke at Three Links Dallas
*Gabby & The Birds at The Free Man
*--The Love Mic - Open Mic at Sundown at Granada
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*Hall of Fame Mondays at Palms
Classics in Black and White: The Third Man at Angelika Dallas
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Mahjong at The Crescent Club
*Transcend Yoga on the Museum Green at Fair Park
Sketch to Success: Watercolor Session at Ad Ex Dallas
Dallas Skyline Rooftop Paint Party at Canvas Hotel
*--Spanish Learners Conversation Table at Renner Frankford Branch Library
*Book Signing/Discussion - Kerry Nichols, Puppy Brain at Interabang Books
Lady London at House of Blues
*Swiftie Theme Trivia at Vector Brewing
*Ralyn Gayle at Truck Yard Dallas
*Lakefront Live: Kevin Arellano at the Bath House Cultural Center
Songwriter Social W/Justin Pickard (Open Mic Night) at Adair’s Saloon
Seth Cowles and Friends at Improv Addison
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NBA Western Conference Finals - Dallas Mavericks vs. TBD at American Airlines Center
Arts and Letters Live: Nicholas Kristof at the Dallas Museum of Art
*Dallas Symphony Orchestra and The Concert Truck Performance at NorthPark Center
*Salsa Dance Social at Sammons Park
*Learn to Play American Mah Jongg at Preston Royal Branch Library
*Preston Royal Discussion Book Club at Preston Royal Branch Library
*Love Songs Duh Choir Concert at Dr. L.G. Pinkston Sr. High School
Avi Kaplan: Feel Alright Tour with special guest Michael Alvarado at The Kessler
The Heartbreak Kid (1972) at Alamo Drafthouse Cinema Lake Highlands
*Wednesday Patio Sessions: Lacey Ingram at The Sound at Cypress Waters
*Half Price Games Night at Dave & Buster’s
Women’s Climb Night at Movement Climbing at The Hill
*Andrew Frye, Solo Performance at The Kitchen Cafe
De Colores Presents: American Fiction at Studio C, Garland
*Watch Party Wednesdays: High School Musical at Grandscape, The Colony
Run Club at Armor Brewing Co., Allen
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NHL Western Conference Finals - Dallas Stars vs. TBD at American Airlines Center
ATB "Don't Stop" US Tour at Stereo Live Dallas
Ahadadream at It'll Do Club
Speed Dating Putt Putt and Mixer at Another Round
Sweat & Glow with Divi and Live Tinted at Place at Tyler
Thursdays on Tap at the Perot Museum
*--PNC Patio Sessions - Aurora Bleu at Sammons Park
*--K. Cooks & Friends at Chocolate Secrets
*Spanish Cinema Now+: Viaje a alguna parte at the Meadows Museum
* Uptown Dallas Inc. Annual Meeting at Violet Crown Theater
*--Chess for Adults at Vickery Park Branch Library
*--Knitting Group at Timberglen Branch Library
*Know Your City Series: Office of Arts and Culture at J. Erik Jonsson Central Library
*Japanese Tea Ceremony Demonstration at the Oak Lawn Branch Library
Derek Spence, A Tribute to George Strait at the Dallas Arboretum
Raised Right Men at The Rustic
*325 Comedy Show at Hyena’s Dallas
Friday, May 24
NBA Western Conference Finals - Dallas Mavericks vs. TBD at American Airlines Center
Eurodance - Dallas Pride Kickoff at Thrive
*A Journey through Psychological Sci-Fi at The Wild Detectives
TEKNOSTASIS in the Limbo Room at Ruins
BBQ Class at the Sheraton Dallas
Camp Saucer 5th Anniversary, Karaoke Kickoff at The Flying Saucer Cypress Waters
KXT 91.7 Presents: Warpaint with Sego at the Granada Theater
Dan Deacon with Future Nest at Club Dada
Brent Buemi + Mike Willey Jazz & Blues Duo at Opening Bell Coffee
*The Clinton Years at Lee Harvey’s
Chris Isaak at House of Blues
Dan Deacon at Club Dada
*Rachel Teague at The Rustic
**ctrl + alt + defeat* Gaming Night at Round Two
Kendrick Vs Drake: The Main Event at RBC Dallas
The Emo Night Tour at Trees
Taking Back Sunday with special guest Citizen at South Side Ballroom
*Lakeside Live Music: Faron Gilbert at The Sound at Cypress Waters
*RCN Jazz Band at Cityline, Richardson
*Disco Queen at Grandscape, The Colony
The Spazmatics at Lava Cantina, The Colony
*Gary Hobbs with Sabor Puro at The Levitt, Arlington
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NHL Western Conference Finals - Dallas Stars vs. TBD at American Airlines Center
FC Dallas vs. Salt Lake at Toyota Stadium, Frisco
Memorial Day Weekend Yacht Party/MImosa Walk at Elm & Good
*Saturday Sounds: Ceci Ceci at the Leonhardt Lagoon at Fair Park
*Forest Green Tabletop Brigade at Forest Green Branch Library
*Peaceful Paper Crafts at Grauwyler Park Branch Library
*Local Coffee Shop Talk: Oak Cliff Coffee Roasters at Hampton-Illinois Branch Library
*The Blank Collective Art Exhibition at The DEC Network
*Movie - Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy at Dallas West Branch Library
*Movie Night: Big Hero 6 at Klyde Warren Park
Discover Downtown Dallas Movie Series: Crazy Rich Asians at Harwood Park
Make & Take: Czech Kolaches at Central Market Cooking School, Lovers Lane
Create-Your-Own Sangria at Berkshire Farms Winery
Dallas Pride Rooftop Pool Party at Crowne Plaza Dallas Downtown
Sip and Stroll: Hotel Wine Tour at Omni Dallas
Goat Yoga Outside at Lakewood Brewing Company
Scarfias at Reveler’s Hall
Sunday, May 26
NBA Western Conference Finals - TBD vs. Dallas Mavericks
Burger Fight at Dallas Youth Sports
Cinema Con Nosotros Presents El Mariachi at the Texas Theatre
Nora En Pure Day Show at It'll Do
Rescue Puppy Yoga at Celestial Beerworks The Satellite
Drawing from the Masters at the Meadows Museum
Los Yonics at Tacos Pancho’s Mexican Restaurant
Make & Take: American Cobbler, Crisp & Handpies at Central Market Cooking School Lovers Ln
*Happily Ever Sip & Shop Local Vendor Market at Community Beer Co.
*Summer in Pegasus Plaza at Pegasus Plaza
Dallas Jazz Orchestra at Poor David’s Pub
Cybernetic Summer: A Memorial Day Weekend Party at The Double Wide
Brunch Movie: Charade (1963) at Alamo Drafthouse Cinema, Richardson

TA because I regularly use Reddit. I 18m have been told by my friends that my gf 21f groomed me into a toxic relationship, I have been having a hard time making my mind up about what to do or what to think, to start off I’ll give some backstory. Me and my gf met in school, she was in the same year as my sister 21f and they were friends, not really close but they hung around each other a lot because of their friendship groups.
My sister had a small friendship group throughout secondary school, they would come around to our house a lot Because my mum was at work week days till 8 pm so our house would be the hang out spot after school. My dad was not really in the picture, although he did provide for us he was never their physically so I never had an older male figure in my life, my sister looked after me all throughout my child hood and she was like my mum. My bio mum was still their and loved us and took care of us but because she was working all the time we rarely saw her during the week, she would get home around 9pm and go to sleep to be out by 6am the next day, during the week ends we would spend time together but because of this it was my sister that would take me to school, cook , care for me when I was sick. when she got into secondary school my mum drop all of her motherly duties like parents teacher meetings, doctor appointments things like that.
When my sister went into year 12 and I in year 9 ( the same school) her friendship group expanded as new people joined, one of these new people is my now gf Emma (fake name), she joined our school with a couple of her friends which then added on to my sister group and became one big group of about 8, these girls would often come to my house after school on Thursdays and Fridays, there would be about 4-5 of them over (rarely the full group) however this meant I hung around with them a lot because I was close to my sister. On Thursdays I would have football after school so I would come home at about 6 and they would all be sitting in the living room so I would see them and talk to them before showering and eating. And Friday I would walk home with them. Emma was not overly close with my sister so a lot of the time she would only go if her best friend went so I didn’t really see her much during that year. However the year after an issue happened and her best friend’s was kick out of the group, after that Emma became a lot close to one of the girls who was apart of my sister’s original group. She then started coming regularly to my house.
As a young teen boy I had a crush on a lot of my sisters friends and they use to tease me about it a lot, they all use to say that if I was a bit older the would love to date me. One day I was talking to my sister and confessed I had a big crush on Emma, and as my sister did she teased me about it in front of her friends including Emma they all laughed and joke about it and this time I don’t know why but it made me upset and I excused my self and went to my room I guess they saw I was upset and my sister came to check on me, she apologised and said that they were just joking and didn’t mean to upset me, I told her I was fine and that it was getting a bit annoying as they always did it, and it made me feel insecure. I know I was overthinking but I was young and still developing, I wasn’t ugly or anything in fact I think I was quite good looking, I was quite popular but never really wanted to date as I focused more on my football and friends, I had a fair bit of female attention for girls in my year and had lots of female friends so I don’t know why I was so upset about being teased. Anyway my sister went back down to her friends and I guess told them what I said as a I got a knock on my door a few minutes later, I said come in and Emma walked through the door she looked a bit guilty, she said she wanted to apologise as she felt like she shouldn’t have made fun of my feelings I said it was ok and knew it was just light joking. She then said that I was very handsome and fit, I of course blushed and she noticed and smiled, she came over to my desk where I was sitting and ask what I was doing, I was doing some math homework and she said that she was really good at math and could tutor me. I remember my sister saying that Emma was really smart and did maths, further maths and physics for her a-levels. I was not very good at maths and had GCSEs coming up next year so I ask her if she could help me prepare for them. She told me she would next year but she needs to prepare for her a-levels this year. She left shortly after helping with a few questions. She continued to come to my house throughout that year and we had conversations often nothing flirty or sexual in any nature, just boring topics like school and football (I am 15 she is 18)
During that summer my sister and her group booked a holiday before they all went off to uni. A couple of days before they left 3 girls came over (including Emma) after they had been shopping, they were in my sisters room most of the time and they were also trying clothes in shared bathroom. After playing on my game I need the toilet, I looked and saw the light was on and the door was slightly opened thinking no one was in there I opened to see Emma in a bikini looking in the mirror she noticed me and jumped. I apologised and went back to my room. I later heard a knock on my door and Emma walked in she was wearing a tracksuit but after seeing her in a bikini all I could do was in-vision that, I stared at the floor because I was embarrassed, she giggled and said that I shouldn’t of been peaking on her, I jumped up and said I wasn’t and that it was an accident. She said that she didn’t mind and that boys like to look at her. She was very pretty and had nice curves, and very popular with boys but never really date from what I heard. She then started to undress I asked what she was doing, she said she wanted a boy input and since I already saw her in her bikini it’s fine. She stood there posing in her bikini before asking how she look and of course I said she looks great, she smiled and said that she was happy I liked it. I was very embarrassed as I wasn’t in this situation a lot, after she put her clothes back on she left my room and I went back to playing. I didn’t see her for the rest of that summer but the memory popped up in my head a lot. That next year she attend the same uni as my sister as they both didn’t want to leave home so they became closer and shes at my house a lot but acted as though it never happened gradually I did to.
around November I got a gf this wasn’t my first experience with a girl but it was my first relationship and I relied on my sister a lot to help me through it. She obviously told Emma and she helped me as-well giving advise on what girls like, she also kept true on my promise and tutored me in math for my GCSEs we would do 2 hour lessons every Wednesday and Sunday, we became quite close and bonded really well. On Wednesday she would come to my house and Sundays I would go to hers she would also come and see my sister through out the week and I started seeing her as like a second sister. This is where things take a turn in April (I am 16 now) me and my gf broke up and I was devastated as this was my first relationship and I really tried. A day or two after the break up Emma came round to see my sister, after a couple of hours she came to my room to say hello, she saw I was quite sad and asked me what was wrong and I told her about my brake up. She hugged me and said that it was normal to be sad and said if there was anything she could do to make it better to just asked her, I said jokingly get me a new gf, she laughs and said I would happy to be your gf if you want. I laughed and said that would be perfect. She then said that I was a great guy and any girl would be happy to be with me, she kissed me on the cheek and left I didn’t think anything of it, as I said I saw her like a sister and that’s something my sister would do, that was until I told my best friend (d), D 18m and I have been best friends since the start of secondary and he knows everything that’s happened with Emma, he’s also met her a couple of time at my house. After explaining what happened I was laughing and he wasn’t he looked at me and told me that she wants me, I thought he was joking and laughed again but he was still straight faced. After that I went home and thought about it and I decided that d was just being stupid.
The next time Emma and I did tutoring lessons I notice she was being a lot more flirty, I started to think d was right. His opinion solidified when one Sunday at her house, we were finishing up our last session as my exams were in a week she told me how proud she was and that I had gotten much better and that I will do really well on my exam, she then said that she had a reward for me. I was surprised because she never said that I would get a reward for doing well, I accepted anyway and ask what it was she said it was a secret and I should sit on the bed, she left the room and I sat on her bed. after a few minutes she came back in wearing the bikini she had gotten last summer I was shock and looked away, she said that it was okay and that this was my reward, I was uncomfortable and didn’t know what to say. She came closer and sat next to me on the bed she told me that when she was comforting me when I broke up with my gf she was happy that I said that I would want her to be my gf, she said that the boys that were interested in her never wanted a relationship and just want her body, this explains her not dating, I said that I thought we were just joking, she looked upset and I said that I would love if she was my gf but it would be weird as she’s my sister friend, she then said that she’s just rewarding me and didn’t actually want to date me, just saying that I made her happy with my comment, this confused me as she look sad when I said I didn’t want her to be my gf. She then hugged me pulling me into her half bare chest saying that for now to treat her as my gf, I didn’t know what to do I was really confused. Does she want to be my gf? What does she want me to do? I pulled away from her and said we should watch a movie or something as this situation was making me uncomfortable. She said that’s a great Idea. We got set up and put on a film we were lying on her bed when she turns and said, I told you to treat me as your gf and started to cuddle me, as the movie went on she was making more moves and started to rub my legs and arms. I got really turn on and as she rubbed my leg she brushed over my **** and said if I wanted to she wouldn’t mind helping me out. I was flustered and apologised saying she didn’t need to, she said it was ok and started rubbing it, we ended up having sex and I went home. When I got home my sister was sitting in the living room with her at the time bf, she asked me how my session went and I said good and ran up stairs. I instantly called d and told him what happened he was laughing and said I told you so, he ask how it felt and I told him that I wasn’t very comfortable doing it with her but in the moment she kinda just lead me to do it so I followed. He ask if I wanted to and I said of course hypothetically but I didn’t feel comfortable that it was actually happening. I said that I really only did it because she was telling me it was ok. He said that I should let Emma know how I was feeling so that it didn’t happen again. I messaged her on ig and told her what I told d, she replied saying that I should come over so I could explain better.
The next day I went over after school, her parents went home and she doesn’t have siblings normally I wouldn’t think about this when going over to do lessons but now it felt different, I went in and sat on the sofa she got me a drink and sat next to me, she then ask how I was feeling I explained my emotions and how I felt during and after, she listen intently and after apologised for making me feel like that. She then said that I was probably feeling guilty as she’s my sisters friend, I agreed as when I saw my sister after I couldn’t look her in the eye, she said that it was normal and ok to feel that way, she then asked if I enjoyed the sex, I replied yes, she asked if it was better then my ex which it was as we were each other first and didn’t really know what we were doing, I replied yes again, she then asked if I would want to do it again, I said idk, she said that it might make me feel better if we do it again as sometimes people are not sure how they feel after doing it just once, I hesitantly agreed, so we started to make out on the sofa, after 5-10 minutes I started to feel better and less guilty as it was a nice feeling, she stopped and said we should go to her room, I agreed we had sex again a couple of times before he parents got home. I left and went home I was felt a lot better this time so I thought Emma was right and that it was just a overwhelming emotions that make me feel that way the first time, when I got home I was able to speak to my sister normally but didn’t tell her what happened as I didn’t know how she would react. I continued going the Emma’s house every week, it was like this until the end of my exams. During summer we started properly dating, I ended up telling my sister and she was angry at first but forgave us pretty quick, during the time we was dating Emma would tell me how I need to act and what I needed to do to be a good bf, I believed her as I thought she was more experienced, she would tell me that I shouldn’t have female friends as they are temptations that could effect our relationship, and that she should be prioritised above my friends, I started hanging with Emma more and friends less the only friend I talked to and saw regularly was d. At around the end of summer (August) I asked her to be my gf officially she said yes, but being my gf comes with more rules, she said we need to spend time together 2/3 times a week minimum and that she needs my location, access to my socials I agreed to these as I thought it was normal the only thing I didn’t agree to was to stop talking to d as often, she said I was prioritising him over her and that she doesn’t feel like I actually love her, and that if I did I would agree, I said that she was stupid if she thought that and told her I would not be agreeing to go lc with d, she got upset and ghosted me for 3 days I ended up apologising and agreed to stop talking and seeing d as much, he went to a different sixth form to me so I couldn’t see him in school anymore, this made me sad as he was my best friend and we would see each other all the time, yet I agreed as I thought it’s was normal in relationship, this has been the way our relationship was for the past 9 months, I have been happy with her and loved her, we have our arguments but it usually ends up as her airing me and then me eventually apologising and then going back to normal. We spent a lot of time together and have sex regularly I genuinely thought I was happy unit now.
Last week I went out with some friends for leavers as school is finished and exam period is coming up, we had our last day and Friday we decided to go out, I was with d and other friends from our group when 2 hours in I get a call from Emma asking where I was i told her I was out with friends for leavers, she was upset and said that I was supposed to be with her today, I told her that I haven’t gone out in a long time and that I’ll see her later. She said that I needed to leave and get to her within an hour and hung up. I apologised to my friends and got ready to leave, they all had shocked faces, I asked what was wrong and they said that they herd the way she was speaking to me and that wasn’t right, d then said that he had been wanting to speak to me about it for a long time, I asked what he meant and he said that he had been thinking about my relationship with Emma and said that he thinks I was groomed into a toxic relationship with her. He then went on to explain everything to our friends who didn’t previously know how we started dating (only d knew everything) they were all shocked and my female friends were asking if I was ok and saying they would never treat their bfs like that I was confused as I thought this was normal in a relationship, we had a long discussion about my relationship with Emma and i started to realise that I am in a toxic relationship. I ended up leaving after an hour and went to see Emma I apologised for being late and she was a bit annoyed but forgave me. I didn’t confront her then because I was still confused about my emotions and d said that she might manipulate me and turn it onto me so I took his advice and stayed quite about it and just observe her behaviour. D was previously in a toxic relationship and knew how they acted and how they manipulated people into believing that their not in the wrong, I told her about how nice it was to see all of my friends again and told her what we were doing, she started asking me about who was there. I told her my friendship group and some old female friends and just like d said she started making me out to be a bad person for hanging around other females, I didn’t say anything and just carried on as normal apologising and comforting her. We moved on and I stayed then night, the next day I went home and spoke to d and told him what happened, he said I need to leave now before it’s to late and I will be too attached to her to leave.
That’s why I am here I am asking for advice on what I should do next, I am sure I need to leave but I don’t know how to, I love her and I feel like she could possibly manipulate me into staying. How do I get out of this toxic relationship.

This is a follow-up piece to Millennia of the Storm. In between these two pieces of writing Améline died fighting a Dragon Ogor Daemon Prince and a Khornate Champion. The day was saved, but her death, however temporary it might be, has shocked people, and they need to process it.
Here's how they do so;

And as Alethra spreads news of the Anvil's death, a tangible gloom falls over the fortress. Even if a great many of the refugees have left since the ending of the Desraki invasion, many more had remained, whether out of choice or lack thereof. With this many people in the castle, it's impossible to contain any kind of news once publicly divulged.
The change is subtle, but noticeable when someone knows what to look for. A quiet silence of mourning falls over the fortress; it's broken by the daily activities of the inhabitants, undertaken with a gusto intended to distract themselves from their own thoughts, and by quiet, soft whispers, as small groups start to coalesce to talk amongst themselves, disperse wordlessly, and reform with new members later. No one rushes, but there's a feeling of activity beneath the surface as everyone collectively attempts to process what they had just learned. Some of the Soulbound are approached by the people of the fortress and politely asked small questions.
Has the Anvil really died? Will she return? When? Did she really die? How? Where? By whose hand? Is she really gone?
When answers are supplied, the questioners nod in thanks, before meandering off without asking the one question that dominates their minds.
What do we do now?
The dam breaks when a hammer painted with black paint appears on a wall. It's small, innocuously placed, and no one comes forward to claim to have painted it. It attracts cursory attention without comment, eyes lingering on it before moving on elsewhere.
But then more of these black hammers start to appear without warning. Some are caught in the act of painting a black hammer of their own, but how many painters there are is impossible to know. Their quality ranges wildly, and some even attempt to paint Améline's likeness, poorly or well from memory. Sometimes her expression is grim or stoic, but more often than not there's a small, encouraging smile on her lips. After a while, painters work up the courage to take their time with their creations, adding more detail or even creating entire scenes. They can be spotted here and there, surrounded by small crowds who silently watch, save for the occasional volunteered advice.
Then the smiths start firing up their forges and bringing out their hammers to the task. Small metal tokens, ranging from the size of coins to small dioramas and even models start to circulate around the castle. They follow in the footsteps of the painters, at first casting the black hammer into imperishable metal, then working up towards depicting more complex scenes and people. Even tools start to bear the Anvil's mark, a little black hammer often tucked away in some small corner.
Others start to add their skills to the uncoordinated, unspoken frenzy of silent activity. Food associated with the Anvil starts to appear, born from memories of when she'd cooked for the hungry, when possible coloured black. Tapestries and clothes are woven, the bright red of the Anvil's hair starting to boldly mark the otherwise maudlin atmosphere of the fortress. Many more small tokens and gifts are made as it seems that everyone contributes an effort that turns the day into something closer to a celebration.
The Soulbound quickly learn of the wide diversity of these gifts when they start appearing on their doorsteps. Correctly or incorrectly, anyone associated with the Anvil soon finds food on their windowsills, or left in small nooks for them to find; hot food and red scarves and small black iron hammers, and many more besides. It's clearly uncoordinated by the sheer volume and haphazardness of the gift-giving, yet the Soulbound can feel that the giving of these small tokens is anything but random.
Hysh starts to become obscured by Ulgu, and the activity slowly winds down. Small crowds gather together to share the warmth of fires and drink, but it still takes a long time for the first, trembling voice to break the silence;
"The Anvil saved me during the siege..."
And then, finally, everyone starts to share their story;
Of how the Anvil fought for them when they were in danger. How she broke their chains when they were slaves. Of how she fed them when they were hungry. Of how she put up roofs over their heads when they were homeless. How she always talked to them, giving them quiet words of encouragement and hope. How she always listened to them, and never dismissed their fears. How she gave them second chances. How she never demanded anything from them, yet gave everything for them. How thoughtless it came to her to do so, and how it gave them courage to emulate her.
They share stories of how Améline had touched their lives, great and small. It's no god-wrought monument, but the legacy born from this moment would never, ever be forgotten.
This day, now and forever, would be Anvil's Day.

If I've made two many of these posts in too short a time, I'll be happy to delete this post and edit it onto the last one I made.

So some context I (19M) and my ex (19F) recently broke up for the second time in our relationship. The first one was because we both had boundary issues and this time is because both of us are busy and far apart (12 hours driving) for the summer and we didn’t want to do long distance because we didn’t want to put that stress of having to feel like we HAVE to spend any and all free time canceling plans to talk to each other as we were both going to be busy and working on issues within ourselves. So we had a long heartfelt conversation, she brought it up, about it and we both decided it would be best for us if we broke up for the summer and when we’re not so far apart we would come back and reevaluate things to see if we would get back together or not. So after we decided to do that, a couple days before she went away she hung out with one of her guy friends at his house that she hadn’t seen for a couple months. We hung out the day before she left and we talked over snap about how she was at one of her guy friends houses and when we were together in person she explained how she went over there and talked about life and all that and did not kiss him, hug him, or have sex with him, but alcohol was involved and she slept in the same bed with him. It’s none of my business or concern technically since we’re technically broken up but we still talk regularly and I’m absolutely devastated and destroyed by this. How or what can I do to not feel so upset and hurt since we’re broken up but I still want to get back with her?
TL:DR ~ Ex slept in the same bed with a guy friend but didn’t have sex or kiss him and idk how to not feel so hurt.

I'll preface this by saying I'm fairly young. I've had an issue with the church for as long as I can remember. My father is religious and my mother is not. Despite being a Mormon, my dad did not typically follow the ideals of the mormon church for the majority of my life. Multiple times, I attended camps and such to try to strengthen my faith as I joined Young Womens, trying to "pull myself together," in a way, I suppose? It only ever worked temporarily, and I would always get this horrible feeling whenever I was forced into any church stuff. Like when my dad made me take seminary and I was told things like I needed to get married or I wouldn't be able tk go to the best place possible. Or when my dad threatened to kick my brother out for saying he no longer wished to attend church. I've always been bothered by the inequality between men and women, but I only realized that this difference was the main reason why the church bothered me so much as of about a year ago. I started looking into things more closely, and things started unravelling pretty quickly. I wavered multiple times, because I knew how my extended family and my dad would react. I got curious and looked at some stuff on Youtube and God, it suuper fell apart from there. Like there is absolutely no way. I started seeing everything in a completely different perspective Like why tf are we using teens as vessels to "baptize the dead"? I never thought about it before this. Mormon "sealings". I would 110% SOB if that was how I got married. It feels so cult-ish and horrible, like suuper stiff. It doesn't feel beautiful. It doesn't feel loving. It feels like giving yourself away. Isn't that what it says in the vows? That the men are meant tk be recieving and the women giving? That already sets grounds for an unequal marriage. As well as that, some people have said that thwir vows included having to swear to "obey" their husbands"????? WHAT??? Nothing in this church will ever be equal, and in my eyes, all this "secrecy" behind the church is just a blanket cover for a cult that would be even more heavily criticized if people knew more.
But that's the take of a 16 year old. I had more to say but I accidentally deleted like half of this so it's just the bare bones of my opinion. Sorry if any of this seems immature or childish, but those are just my thoughts, and I honestly need to get them out somewhere because it's sort of been crushing me lately 🤷‍♀️

The last category, of course, is those service-to-self oriented entities who have decided that their way to the Creator is to love themselves more and more purely and to attract to themselves those entities which will help them and then put them to work as, shall we say, slaves or very obedient servants. You may see this kind of structure in place in organizations like your armed services and some of your churches.
The truth of the service-to-others polarity is just as viable as the truth of service-to-self polarity: no more and no less. Therefore, it is not surprising that some entities choose the service-to-self polarity. We are not of that polarity and have never been drawn to approach that polarity. We have found that the Creator of this particular sun system, of which we are also a part, has a bias towards service to others.

And we find that it is a straighter and more muscular path, one that is more fun to work with and one that yields a much greater harvest as one moves on. It is straighter, my friends, because one does not at some point have to switch polarities. For the negative polarity can only go just so far. Nevertheless, from the standpoint of an entity choosing between service to self and service to others, it is a very viable choice.

For those who have not opened their heart because they refuse to do—and that is the conscious choice of a service-to-self entity—the incoming vibrations will not be particularly troublesome. Such entities have long chosen to put themselves under the most rigid discipline. Emotional affect does not serve them. Being out of control in any way does not serve them. Consequently, they cope very well with a surprising amount of difficult catalyst because they really have to be firm in their desire to love themselves and very confident before they can make any progress whatsoever in that very difficult polarity.
We do not see a great deal of the global surface being filled at all thickly with those who have made the service-to-self choice. However, those who make the service-to-self choice have a tendency to seek earthly power as well as inner power and consequently they tend to create systems of governance which tend towards the enslavement of some beings for the benefit of others. We would ask entities who wish to think about this further to gaze at the world scene with those particular thoughts in mind.
Source text : https://assets.llresearch.org/transcripts/files/en/2006_0917.pdf

i’m not really sure where else i could’ve posted this, i don’t want my personal friends or peers knowing since i go to a different school. in september of 2022, when i was 14, less than a month of me starting freshman year, i got in a fight with a girl that i’ve had problems with since 8th grade, lets call her lily. i had a bestfriend who i spent everyday with, inside and outside of school, lets call her jessica. everyone knew i was friends with jessica because we were ALWAYS with each other. on september 20th, we had heard rumors that lily was being homophobic towards jessica, jessica is a very masc lesbian, she had a masculine haircut, wore masculine clothes, and acted masculine. jessica was my bestfriend, and i thought that was un expectable. throughout the day people kept telling us to fight lily, me and jessica started considering it more and more throughout the day, eventually, after lunch. me and lily had a screaming match, we were in the lunch room and we were both on the opposite sides of a lunch table. people were surrounding us, had their phones out ready to record. security came and escorted us both to class to ensure nothing would happen. i told my mom about this and she said to do what i have to do. i wasnt fighting for a dumb reason, i was defending my friend. after school we were in the hall, another screaming match. over 30 people were surrounding us, my friends and lilys friends, and some random people. her boy bestfriend got in my face, lets call him timothy. ’m 5’0 and 93 pounds now, around that time i was probably 4’11 and about 100. he was probably 5’9 to 5’10 and over 200 pounds, and he worked out. he looked down at me and pointed in my face, he said “if you swing on her i swing on you” i thought he was bluffing to scare me. i’ve never fought before and i was ready to go for her hair but her hair was in her hood and her hood was tied. so i did the only thing i could think of and grabbed the back of her hoodie, instantly he grabbed my shoulders and jessica went to fight her, they made it farther down the hall, we made it just past the doorway of the hall, at full force he pushes me into the wall, about 5 times until i finally fall to the ground, i was scared, everything hurt, so when i fell i didnt try to get back up, my boy bestfriend, lets call him jim, when i was on the ground, jim ran up and pulled timothy away, and the more i think, the more i know that if jim didnt pull him off of me, he never would’ve stopped. i ran to the nearest empty hallway and just cried, jim ran right after me and put his arm around me, we all got escorted to the office, and me and jim talked to the assistant principal together, we were told that fighting is not apart of this school and it ruins their reputation. and we would both get a fine for what we did. that was it, thats all he said to us. it was probably 40 minutes after school by this point, my phone was dead and jim offered me a ride home, i said thank you but i declined, it was only about a 10 minute walk from my school to my house. i limped and cried the whole way home, my body hurt so bad and i was just in shock, my mom was in the backyard smoking a cigarette, she started yelling at me when i opened the gate saying none of her texts were going through and its way after school. i sat down and bawled my eyes out and explained everything. she called the cops and they said they’d immediately get the camera footage from the school, within ten minutes they called my mom back and said “we can see he clearly pushed her, but theres nothing we can do because she hit her first” meaning i hit lily first. my mom was livid, the school nor the cops did anything, that day of the fight was my last day at that school. people were harassing me, his friends, his family. saying since he didnt punch me that it didnt count. or people were saying “equal rights equal fights” and, “he turned into a girl for this” or just straight up said i was lying about it all. lily and timothy got one day of in school suspension. i have a life long fear of pissing off guys at school, even if its just a disagreement i get scared for my life. i never went to therapy for it, it stays unspoken in my house since the day it happened. sometimes i think i’m not a true victim because he just pushed me, i had a bruise that covered my entire knee, a bruise in between my legs when i fell to the ground, and a limp for a month where it hurt everyday to walk. i want to get justice, but everyone around me made it seem like i didnt deserve justice at all. someone please tell me what to do. the whole reason why i thought about this was because of a dumb dm encounter i had with a guy, he goes to a school near where the fight happened, he followed me on instagram and i dmed him saying he was handsome,immediately after saying thanks he said he knew me through the fight video that’s still up. this was less than a month into freshman year, and in four days i’m done with my sophomore year, this pain never went away, i just shoved it down, and knowing thats how some people know me, makes everything i went through come back. i was 14 at the time, i’m 16 now.

Hello!
I wanted to put my stats up and see if I should even consider applying to Princeton.
Status: international student
CGPA: 3.63
Majors: Sociology and pol sci (I have some quant courses, one in statistics, 2 research methods courses and a quant thesis. I did drop 3 courses, redid 1 of those dropped course. This was due to covid)
GRE (diagnostic): 157Q159V
English language score: IELTS academic 9reading, 8 speaking, 8 listening, 6.5 writing (I messed that one a bit).
Work experience: 2 internships, one with a regional NGO on inter faith harmony, 1 with the UN office in my country on rule of law and human rights. Currently working full time (been 5 months) in a position where I work with major development donors in my country (US enetiries included).
Volunteering: Helped friend get govenemental connections for their orphanage and taught their for 4 months.
I am looking for scholarships. If not Princeton what would be a realistic shot? I know there are some other programs. I am fine with quat heavy programs because I want to learn the quant side.