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2024.06.02 16:13 AneJie-AteJoy A Netflix K-Drama Adaptation of Kamen Rider Fourze: Would that fly well with you or not? Will it unite both Toku and K-Drama fans or not? How can a K-Drama remake of KR Fourze become successful?
Growing up as Tokusatsu fans since childhood, me, my little brother, and little sister eventually got into K-Drama but never lost interest in Tokusatsu as a whole.
When it comes to Kamen Rider, there was this series that is still our all-time favorite and that was none other than Kamen Rider Fourze. The story was simple to follow, the characters were fun and endearing, the acting was great, the action was thrilling, two-episode arc structure fits well with the pacing, and the horror implications surrounding the setting makes it a implicitly dark season that was incredibly engaging. The theme of friendship and space blended incredibly well for a season produced in 2011 to cheer everyone up after the Tohoku earthquakes.
Given how here in the Philippines, most of the day-to-day discussions are mostly about K-Dramas and Anime and less about Tokusatsu nowadays, me and my siblings thought of remaking KR Fourze with an A-list and B-list K-Drama cast where Tokusatsu and K-Drama will take interest in each other.
So here is the cast of the Kamen Rider Club:
• Kim Soo-Hyun - Hyun Tae-Rang (Kisaragi Gentarō/KR Fourze)
• Seo In-Guk - Kang Seong-Hyun (Utahoshi Kengo)
• Seo Ye-Ji - Seong Yoo-Ki (Jōjima Yūki)
• UEE - Seong Mi-Woo (Kazashiro Miu)
• Ok Taec-Yeon - Moon Dae-Joon (Daimonji Shun)
• Lee Sang-Yi - JK
• Park Ji-Yeon - Noh Yoo-Ja (Nozama Tomoko)
• Nam Joo-Hyuk - Sang Yoo-Seong (Sakuta Ryūsei/KR Meteor)
• Kim Tae-Ri - Moo-Ja (Nadeshiko)
• Oh Jung-Se - Oh Joon-Tae (Ōsugi Shuta-sensei)
So here is the synopsis:
Bad boy-looking Hyun Tae-Rang vows to make friends with everyone at Cheongang High School. Among the people he meets are his childhood friend Seong Yoo-Ki and Kang Seong-Hyun. When monsters known as Zodiarts start attacking Cheongang High, Tae-Rang uses the Fourze driver to transform into Kamen Rider Fourze and defeat the monsters as he makes friends along the way.
Moving on, here are some major changes in the theoritical K-Drama remake of ours:
• Yuki's weirdness will be toned down to accommodate Seo Ye-Ji and not make the character and actress look irritatingly weirder.
• Kengo gets to shine with some action and slightly tone down the "Infirmary King" aspect.
• Shun and the Powerdizer get to shine more and not be sidelined hard by KR Meteor.
• JK's cowardice gets toned done where Lee Sang-Yi demonstrates some boxing skills while staying in character with his toned down cowardice.
• Misa getting a Rider Kick from Gentarō for what he did to Eguchi.
Other than that, tone down the negative qualities of most K-Drama tropes, and we could get something that is as good as the original.
Let me know your thoughts as well. Thank you very much for reading.
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When it comes to Kamen Rider, there was this series that is still our all-time favorite and that was none other than Kamen Rider Fourze. The story was simple to follow, the characters were fun and endearing, the acting was great, the action was thrilling, two-episode arc structure fits well with the pacing, and the horror implications surrounding the setting makes it a implicitly dark season that was incredibly engaging. The theme of friendship and space blended incredibly well for a season produced in 2011 to cheer everyone up after the Tohoku earthquakes.
Given how here in the Philippines, most of the day-to-day discussions are mostly about K-Dramas and Anime and less about Tokusatsu nowadays, me and my siblings thought of remaking KR Fourze with an A-list and B-list K-Drama cast where Tokusatsu and K-Drama will take interest in each other.
So here is the cast of the Kamen Rider Club:
• Kim Soo-Hyun - Hyun Tae-Rang (Kisaragi Gentarō/KR Fourze)
• Seo In-Guk - Kang Seong-Hyun (Utahoshi Kengo)
• Seo Ye-Ji - Seong Yoo-Ki (Jōjima Yūki)
• UEE - Seong Mi-Woo (Kazashiro Miu)
• Ok Taec-Yeon - Moon Dae-Joon (Daimonji Shun)
• Lee Sang-Yi - JK
• Park Ji-Yeon - Noh Yoo-Ja (Nozama Tomoko)
• Nam Joo-Hyuk - Sang Yoo-Seong (Sakuta Ryūsei/KR Meteor)
• Kim Tae-Ri - Moo-Ja (Nadeshiko)
• Oh Jung-Se - Oh Joon-Tae (Ōsugi Shuta-sensei)
So here is the synopsis:
Bad boy-looking Hyun Tae-Rang vows to make friends with everyone at Cheongang High School. Among the people he meets are his childhood friend Seong Yoo-Ki and Kang Seong-Hyun. When monsters known as Zodiarts start attacking Cheongang High, Tae-Rang uses the Fourze driver to transform into Kamen Rider Fourze and defeat the monsters as he makes friends along the way.
Moving on, here are some major changes in the theoritical K-Drama remake of ours:
• Yuki's weirdness will be toned down to accommodate Seo Ye-Ji and not make the character and actress look irritatingly weirder.
• Kengo gets to shine with some action and slightly tone down the "Infirmary King" aspect.
• Shun and the Powerdizer get to shine more and not be sidelined hard by KR Meteor.
• JK's cowardice gets toned done where Lee Sang-Yi demonstrates some boxing skills while staying in character with his toned down cowardice.
• Misa getting a Rider Kick from Gentarō for what he did to Eguchi.
Other than that, tone down the negative qualities of most K-Drama tropes, and we could get something that is as good as the original.
Let me know your thoughts as well. Thank you very much for reading.
2024.06.02 16:09 Responsible_Pop_28 Is this what a breakup looks like after over 10 years?
Me (28F) and my fiancé (29M) have been together over 10 years since we met in high school. We have had around 1 year apart from each other when he went to University but have always been drawn back together (or…if I’m being truly honest, I’ve found a way to wiggle my way back to him).
Anyway, 3 years ago, we decided to move to a bigger town which is around 3.5 hours away from our family and friends. This seemed like a good place to study for 3 years, and for him to set up his online company. We have made such great progress over the last 3 years in terms of building ourselves individually, but together.
However, this also means that we have very much changed as people also, and our directions in life and what we want in the future seem to be getting further and further away. For example, he wants to build his company up to be worth millions. This is absolutely amazing and I respect the determination, however this means endless days of constant work that never stops. Myself, on the other hand, would like to put roots down and start making a house a beautiful home/sanctuary, grow vegetables in the garden, progress in my own career, and eventually start thinking about having children. In our conversations about these things, we have both agreed that compatibility could have changed for us. He is also unsure if he really wants children, and wouldn’t mind if I said I didn’t want to get married and didn’t want to have children. Am I crazy for thinking that these are actually the two questions that you have to make your own mind up about?
Here is the biggie though, I want to move back closer to our friends and family in our home town. Totally open to compromise of where, and definitely doesn’t need to actually be back home, but just….closer. He is able to work from anywhere as he is completely remote and his own boss. My partner has let me know that he is really settled here, loves the gym, the friends he has met, and is generally just settled. He’s not really budged on this at all, and therefore I am worried that even if he does…will be resent me if he doesn’t like it? Is this what a ‘clean’ breakup looks like? Nobody has done anything wrong, he has every right to feel that staying here is best for him just like moving closer to home is best for me. What are your initial thoughts on this? Would be great to hear some unbiased ones.
TLDR; I want to move closer to our home town but my partner has no desire to do this. What do I do?
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Anyway, 3 years ago, we decided to move to a bigger town which is around 3.5 hours away from our family and friends. This seemed like a good place to study for 3 years, and for him to set up his online company. We have made such great progress over the last 3 years in terms of building ourselves individually, but together.
However, this also means that we have very much changed as people also, and our directions in life and what we want in the future seem to be getting further and further away. For example, he wants to build his company up to be worth millions. This is absolutely amazing and I respect the determination, however this means endless days of constant work that never stops. Myself, on the other hand, would like to put roots down and start making a house a beautiful home/sanctuary, grow vegetables in the garden, progress in my own career, and eventually start thinking about having children. In our conversations about these things, we have both agreed that compatibility could have changed for us. He is also unsure if he really wants children, and wouldn’t mind if I said I didn’t want to get married and didn’t want to have children. Am I crazy for thinking that these are actually the two questions that you have to make your own mind up about?
Here is the biggie though, I want to move back closer to our friends and family in our home town. Totally open to compromise of where, and definitely doesn’t need to actually be back home, but just….closer. He is able to work from anywhere as he is completely remote and his own boss. My partner has let me know that he is really settled here, loves the gym, the friends he has met, and is generally just settled. He’s not really budged on this at all, and therefore I am worried that even if he does…will be resent me if he doesn’t like it? Is this what a ‘clean’ breakup looks like? Nobody has done anything wrong, he has every right to feel that staying here is best for him just like moving closer to home is best for me. What are your initial thoughts on this? Would be great to hear some unbiased ones.
TLDR; I want to move closer to our home town but my partner has no desire to do this. What do I do?
2024.06.02 16:02 Donkey-Hass I'm straight but somehow fell for my best friend
Hi everyone, I've tried to speak about this before but it didn't get anywhere so thought I'd try write it again and see how it goes
I'm in a bit of a pickle as I'm pretty sure most of my life I've been straight until I started to meet and talk more with one of my friends who I went to school with, we're really close now and got close quite quick but my feelings for him are a bit more than friendship, I've genuinely fallen in love with him which feels weird to say but it also hurts because I know he definitely doesn't feel the same and if he found out he wouldn't be happy and I find it hard to like someone so this feels worse than any girl I've liked.
He means the world to me, it's a weird situation I'm going through and part of me wishes I never spoke to him this much but other part is happy because he saved me ad before I was a more frustrated and angry person that had no care for the world and now I've gotten a bit weaker and I care more, especially about him, now I feel like he's my weakness and when I don't talk to him it tends to make me feel alone it's like I don't need anyone else only him but I don't want to feel like this.
I've been straight my whole life but now I feel inbetween, never been that educated on this topic so I'd appreciate a bit more light on it please.
We're going away in a week for 4 days and I feel happy and nervous about it, when we meet and do things around others it feels like we're a couple, walk together talk together and make jokes infront of the others that's between us sorta thing.
Does anyone have any advice for me?
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I'm in a bit of a pickle as I'm pretty sure most of my life I've been straight until I started to meet and talk more with one of my friends who I went to school with, we're really close now and got close quite quick but my feelings for him are a bit more than friendship, I've genuinely fallen in love with him which feels weird to say but it also hurts because I know he definitely doesn't feel the same and if he found out he wouldn't be happy and I find it hard to like someone so this feels worse than any girl I've liked.
He means the world to me, it's a weird situation I'm going through and part of me wishes I never spoke to him this much but other part is happy because he saved me ad before I was a more frustrated and angry person that had no care for the world and now I've gotten a bit weaker and I care more, especially about him, now I feel like he's my weakness and when I don't talk to him it tends to make me feel alone it's like I don't need anyone else only him but I don't want to feel like this.
I've been straight my whole life but now I feel inbetween, never been that educated on this topic so I'd appreciate a bit more light on it please.
We're going away in a week for 4 days and I feel happy and nervous about it, when we meet and do things around others it feels like we're a couple, walk together talk together and make jokes infront of the others that's between us sorta thing.
Does anyone have any advice for me?
2024.06.02 15:58 _Just_asking_stuff_ What is it and is it serious?
Recentely some of my weird behaviours and thoughts have been getting worse and I don't know if they are normal thus I'm overreacting or there is smt wrong with me and I should seek help.
1)When someone asks me to borrow something, especially my sister. Usually I either don't want to give away this thing bc "it's mine" or "it belongs there and if you take it I'll have to worry all day about putting it back", and if they don't give the thing back once they are done I get REALLY mad and sometimes even cry
2)I don't like unpacking my stuff from my suitcase bc then I will have to put it back on at the end of summer and if I leave there it's already ready and I don't have to fear I might lose something
3)Caring about how my things are positioned in my room and I HATE when somebody touches smt and I have to put it back in its place, mainly bc it has to be how I like it in my order and bc I'm scared I'll lose these things and maybe somebody (my sister) might take them and I won't realize.
4)When somebody wants to borrow something I might just gift it to them. Once my sister asked me if she could try my swimsuit on, and she ended up liking it so much she asked if she could borrow it and I just said she could have it. Then I went to the bathroom and cried for like a whole 20 mins and even started to cut through my skin with my nails almost to the point it bled. the only reasons I could find are that "she deserves it more than me", "I wouldn't wear it either way bc it's too pretty for me and she's gorgeous so she'll definitely use it more" and also that "if I share it then at this point why have it", I bought for me cause I never dress nicely bc I feel like who I am is just someone who doesn't care and maybe by buying and wearing this swimsuit I could escape this "false/forced" image I created and be free.
For the same reason I'm scared of dressing better: I literally wore the same 2 hoodies for the whole school year bc I had no courage to wear anything else and hear people comment (even if in a positive way).
5)Taking things as a form of self punishment and bc I don't deserve things. When I go out with my friends I don't buy anything or try to spend less as I can bc I feel too guilty spending my parent's money, also bc my sister spends a lot of it when she goes out and I fear my parents may not be able to afford another child who does this. Additionally when we're on a trip I always compare what my sister buys in total to what I bought and always hope I spent less money mainly bc if I spend less I know she can get what she wants bc after all "she wants it" and I should sacrifice some of my joy for hers. Like when we went to Malta once and my father took us to starbucks bc he knows I wanted to get smt there, however my sister also came and ordered something and I felt too guilty to take anything so I just said I wanted nothing.
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1)When someone asks me to borrow something, especially my sister. Usually I either don't want to give away this thing bc "it's mine" or "it belongs there and if you take it I'll have to worry all day about putting it back", and if they don't give the thing back once they are done I get REALLY mad and sometimes even cry
2)I don't like unpacking my stuff from my suitcase bc then I will have to put it back on at the end of summer and if I leave there it's already ready and I don't have to fear I might lose something
3)Caring about how my things are positioned in my room and I HATE when somebody touches smt and I have to put it back in its place, mainly bc it has to be how I like it in my order and bc I'm scared I'll lose these things and maybe somebody (my sister) might take them and I won't realize.
4)When somebody wants to borrow something I might just gift it to them. Once my sister asked me if she could try my swimsuit on, and she ended up liking it so much she asked if she could borrow it and I just said she could have it. Then I went to the bathroom and cried for like a whole 20 mins and even started to cut through my skin with my nails almost to the point it bled. the only reasons I could find are that "she deserves it more than me", "I wouldn't wear it either way bc it's too pretty for me and she's gorgeous so she'll definitely use it more" and also that "if I share it then at this point why have it", I bought for me cause I never dress nicely bc I feel like who I am is just someone who doesn't care and maybe by buying and wearing this swimsuit I could escape this "false/forced" image I created and be free.
For the same reason I'm scared of dressing better: I literally wore the same 2 hoodies for the whole school year bc I had no courage to wear anything else and hear people comment (even if in a positive way).
5)Taking things as a form of self punishment and bc I don't deserve things. When I go out with my friends I don't buy anything or try to spend less as I can bc I feel too guilty spending my parent's money, also bc my sister spends a lot of it when she goes out and I fear my parents may not be able to afford another child who does this. Additionally when we're on a trip I always compare what my sister buys in total to what I bought and always hope I spent less money mainly bc if I spend less I know she can get what she wants bc after all "she wants it" and I should sacrifice some of my joy for hers. Like when we went to Malta once and my father took us to starbucks bc he knows I wanted to get smt there, however my sister also came and ordered something and I felt too guilty to take anything so I just said I wanted nothing.
2024.06.02 15:36 Equivalent-Bluejay73 Are my parents abusive?
I'm currently 21 and living in the UK but I was born in the African country of Ethiopia and Dad anticipated that our country would one day blow to hell (which it did) so he worked his ass off to move his wife and 3 kids to Italy when I was 7, before finally moving us to the UK when I was 8 while he worked abroad. He worked himself to the bone for torturous hours in several different countries, some war-torn and with civil wars raging all around him, potential death, without seeing his children for months on end for 7 years, all so that they could have a better life than he ever had, where he and his dad suffered the aftermath of a devastating civil war that destroyed their livelihood and lost everything when he was our age. And during those 7 years, Mum singlehandedly raised us as a lonely housewife in a totally new and unfamiliar land with virtually no employment while her husband worked abroad trying to make ends meet. She dutifully made us breakfast, lunch and dinner practically every single day for those 7 years and I can admit we barely had to do any household chores in our preteens and early teens as she was basically doing everything for us so you could say we were spoiled to an extent. She never had a problem expressing her love for us and would do her best to emotionally support us if we needed her. Same with Dad, he usually had no problem telling us he loved us and officially quit his job when I was 16 and permanently moved to the UK as he couldn't bear to continue being separated from us any longer and also so he could start a business, which he won't get to operate that long anyway since he's in his mid 50s and planned to leave everything in our hands for us to profit from.
So as you can see, my parents are generally caring folks who have admittedly gone above and beyond for their 3 kids. But they aren't flawless and refuse to acknowledge their imperfections, some of which I deem as abusive but which they vehemently deny. So tell me, Reddit, based of the list below, are my folks actually abusive or not? And if they are, does the fact that all the good things they have done for me and my little brother and sister and the extraordinarily stressful circumstances they put themselves through to secure a better future for me and my siblings (Dad could have died at a moment's notice working non-stop in war-torn countries scrapping up money, in addition to being separated from his family for 7 years. Mum was all by herself raising us in the UK with absolutely no help except for financial support from Dad's income abroad) make their lashing out any more understandable?
My experiences: Had a small chair smashed over my head by Dad for getting into an argument with my sister.
Woken up in the middle of the night by Mum and had the living shit beaten out of me in bed after she went through my phone and saw me exchanging mild terrorist jokes with my friend on WhatsApp.
Belted several times by both my folks, such as for talking to two strangers about my personal life due to "Stranger Danger" when I was about 10 or getting into arguments with my siblings.
Smacked in the head by Mum multiple times, such as for accidentally miswriting something on a homework report or being unable to tell the time in my preteens.
Pinched multiple times by both my folks for various misdeeds, such as not wanting to take my shirt off during a family outdoor activity in the spring or innocently behaving inappropriately as a kid.
For various other misdeeds, I've been kicked, violently shaken like a rag doll, beaten with a wooden spoon, had something thrown at me, forced to kneel on the floor and raise my arms up in the air until told otherwise, made to stay outside the house in the wind wearing a shirt and shorts and I don't remember who said it exactly, but I think I recall one of my folks threatening that they might not be able to control themselves if they're sufficiently pissed off.
If I showed a hint of resistance towards Mum's physical discipline by reflexively protecting myself, she'd guilt-trip me by saying, "So now's come the time when the son does the abusing, eh?" even though I would never and was nowhere to retaliating on Mum, only shielding myself. Even at age 21, when I confronted her about her physical discipline, she defended herself by claiming that I only focused on the negatives and never the positives of their parenting and she doesn't regret anything she ever did to me and that even if I was aged 24, she would still dole out the physical punishment if she wanted to. When I said I won't let her touch me, she once again asked me if this meant I was going to start beating her back. I said I'd never lay a hand on her nor had I even thought of doing so, it's just that I wouldn't let her touch me, that's it. She asked what if she were to throw a shoe at me, would I throw the shoe back at her and I said no, I'd just keep a distance from her and she lost all control and started berating me for being an ungrateful son, etc.
One time, Mum was continually interrupting my conversation with Dad over the phone, causing me to tell her in frustration that I'm trying to talk on the phone, but which she misinterpreted as me telling her to shup up or something, resulting in her immediately getting physical with me.
Another time, Mum was continuously making fun of something I wrote in a book, causing me to smack the book out of her hand in anger, which she beated me for and locked me up in my room.
Had Dad being angry and yelling at me to stop crying during shower time as he doused me with cold water (which I absolutely hated) when I was about 5-6 after we actually enjoyed a sweaty game of football with some local kids, which soured the experience for me and made me reluctant to play football outside again since the only way I could play was if I had either of my folks with me.
One summer vacation, we were at the beach in the sea, and Dad was trying to take me to the deeper levels despite me being very uncomfortable as I couldn't swim properly yet, resulting in me almost drowning when he left me to it.
In my later teens, Dad would frequently get me to help him out in incredibly strenuous activities which would often completely physically drain me, both at the house refurbishment and our up-and-coming shop, to the point where the neighbouring shopkeepers who saw how tirelessly I worked for him expressed concern by telling him to go a bit easy on me and at least pay me for my efforts, which he addressed by asking me "Don't they know you're my son?" I never once complained or declined his requests to help out since I knew we were tight on money and Dad was making use of all the free help he could get. My only issues were some instances of potential abuse, such as when he got angry and started yelling at me to perform a task that I genuinely didn't understand how to do. I remember pleading with him to help me understand, but he just continued to get frustrated and scaring the shit out of me. Or this other time where after a hard day's work at building our shop, I didn't immediately acknowledge something Dad said to me, leading him to berate me for my supposed social blunder. When he just wouldn't let up, I then proceeded to remind him of a social blunder he once committed, causing him to punch me in the face and berate me more until we got home. When we arrived home, I was offered dinner which I declined solely because I was uncomfortable being around him and so wanted to immediately go to bed, but he forced me to sit right next to him and eat while he shot a death glare at me, which I interpreted as him asserting his dominance over me.
Dad could be very short-tempered and erratic on occasion, to the point where I would feel like I was walking on eggshells around him at times, such as when I woke up one morning and greeted him with a casual "Hellooo" that had a bit of a drawl to it and he suddenly froze up and looked at me with a death glare and I quickly apologised, scolding me for laying my sizeable head back on the sofa while he spoke to me, scolding us if me or my siblings said "Excuse me" if he was in our way in the house since apparently that was too formal and not something you'd say to a family member (especially a father), or if we forgot to say "Good Morning" to him after waking up. I've actually had to appeal to Mum to ask him to control his temper on a couple of occasions and as a result I feel like I can never truly relax around him.
On multiple occasions, I've been forced to eat something even if I didn't want to.
I had a bedwetting problem for most of my life. One time when I was about 5, Dad woke me up in the middle of the night to discover that I'd once again wet the bed. He angrily told me to get up, told me to face the wall and remain in that position in my piss-stained clothes as punishment while he changed my bed and made me go back to bed after he'd changed my clothes.
I have noticeable bumps on my forehead which I remember were obtained from hitting my head on the ground as a toddler but which Mum claims are just natural or something, which I interpret as gaslighting.
Mum accused Dad of cheating on her, but he proved he wasn't. Years later when I enquired as to what their fight was about she told me the truth (that it was a misunderstanding over his fidelity) which I suspected. When I brought it up again later, however, she totally lied about it for some reason, which I again see as gaslighting.
When Mum caught me watching porn for the first time ever, she berated me by asking whether this also means I would like to see her or my sister naked.
When I was a kid, Dad tried to manipulate me one time when I told him I wanted to make cartoons in the future as a career and he said that job was for a software engineer.
A lot of their advice was to turn myself over to God. Thing is, I no longer believe in God so that advice was falling on deaf ears and I am scared of coming out to them as an atheist.
After deceiving my parents for two years about my online learning, while it was justified to an extent, Dad really let me have it, telling me in no uncertain terms every opportunity he had how extremely let down he was, how he'd never seen anything like this happen anywhere in his entire life (he was 55 at this point) and how my deception and failure were among the two biggest tragedies/disappointments in his life, the other being the civil war raging in our homeland Ethiopia. Mind you this civil war resulted in the genocide of thousands upon thousands of our ethnic tribe the Tigrayans. He would also say that he's so angry but he can't beat me to let it out because I'm an adult now (I was 20 at the time), so he's forced to stew helplessly in his own anger.
They were pretty strict, restrictive and judgmental folks and could be overbearing. Mum would never let me visit another schoolmate's house without them having visited ours first, as she explicitly explained so herself and even that was a moot point because she didn't want any peer of mine coming over anyway, so none of my peers came over to my house (until I was 18 and that was because I showed up home with him unexpected and practically begged her to let him come in) and I'd never been to anyone else's house (apart from this one guy's house and that was without her knowledge or consent). She forbade all social media apart from WhatsApp and even that I always used in secret when texting people since I knew she'd find some way to be judgmental about it. She wouldn't let me go play football with my friends if she didn't drive me over there herself so she would know the location and even that was reluctantly expressed. Throughout our teens, she forbade TV on the weekdays save for Friday, which she would brag about to her friends, and very rarely let me hang out with others after school for a social outing, discounting the after school badminton club on Thursdays in my mid teens which took place at school. Though I guess this could once again be chalked up to being money-conscious, but also being overly distrustful of everyone in the UK. Dad could also get like this, such as making us do school work on Friday after school or insisting on cutting my fingernails even as he was making me bleed.
They both generally either discouraged or outright forbade any interest in fantasy, which included things like Mum eventually forbidding me from reading Harry Potter, berating and almost getting physical with me for watching a Bond film with my siblings when I was about 14 and just when I thought she couldn't possibly find an angle to criticise on me watching My Little Pony she reproached me for a kiss scene that took place. This trait of theirs got completely overblown after my little brother's nervous breakdown, causing Dad to completely ban our former interests in comic books and Naruto, reprimand me for watching 13 Going on 30 and disapprove of us playing FIFA, to the point where I genuinely felt like I couldn't enjoy anything when around them. They would also criticise us a lot for relatively minor things and their lectures could be excruciatingly long, spanning hours. They also had next to no concept of privacy, entering our rooms without ever knocking (unless they knew we were changing) and confiscating our phones a couple times for no real reason whatsoever.
All this has led to me being incredibly sneaky about what I do. I never let them see me with my phone, only ever using it out of their eyesight and I routinely deleted shit stored up on it in case they randomly needed my phone, which they would. I also became adept at lying as well as identifying footsteps. I think due to the sort of parenting they employed, I was very anxious and scared during these particular events:
* My primary school teacher once lent me her Harry Potter DVD box set and I didn't even get past the first film from great fear that Mum would catch me watching it and get angry.
* During one summer vacation back to our homeland, the plan was that Dad would remain in the UK for a bit while the rest of us would go to our country before he joined us. I knew that Harry Potter would be running on some of the TV channels in the UK and throughout the portion of the summer holiday where Dad was still in the UK, which was several weeks, I was deathly afraid of him watching the films and finding out that this was what I liked.
While this abuse isn't from my parents, if I remember correctly, I also recall being taught how to masturbate by my babysitter when I was about 3-4 (which I've been doing ever since and I'm now 21), which I've never told anyone and would count as sexual abuse, right?
My little brother has also experienced the below, though it's not exclusive:
Got the living shit beaten out of him by Mum after he was tricked by his friends into writing "fuck" on a whiteboard when he was about 8. He didn't even know what it meant, but I could hear his pitiful wails and screams coming from the bedroom where Mum was beating him.
He accidentally tripped and broke a stair pillar while we were organising the shoe room once, causing Mum to lose it and get physical with him. When I brought this up with Dad years later, Mum either lied about the events or didn't recall it well, the former which I interpret as another round of gaslighting.
He's also been pinched and smacked on the head several times.
And my little sister has experienced the following:
When sis was 9 and late to school, the car was down so Dad and her shared one bike which he rode and her leg got caught in the wheel when he was riding it full speed, almost literally cutting her foot in half. She was in incredible pain but he wouldn't check the wound til her friends at school insisted she get it checked as she could barely walk.
When she was 10, some of her peers called her from school on Dad's phone. She asked Dad if she could pick up, he said yes, and when she did he asked her to give him the phone. She impulsively hung up out of embarrassment or something, and Dad slapped her hard across the face.
Another time, Mum hit her for taking too long to get ready for walks outside which my sister hated.
Dad slapped her hard across the face when she was acting bratty towards him and then took her to another room to slap her up some more.
When sis was 12, Dad punched her around the back of her head for going into our parents' bedroom looking for clothes.
When she was 13, Dad threatened to gouge out her eyes and cut her legs if she wore mascara.
Another time, Dad hit her across the face because she sighed during one of his lectures.
Dad talked about how he wasn't abusive cos other folks go as far as killing their kids so he isn't bad.
Dad punched her round the face for sighing during a lecture when she never did, this was before a performance at school and she was crying at school.
Dad beat her legs her with a belt til a flap of skin came off and she bled for 5 minutes cos she had a tiny bit of mascara on.
Punched her numerous times in the back of her head cos she plucked her eyebrows and forced Mum's hands behind her back and shoved her onto the bed when she tried to intervene.
To this day, he still threatens to beat and throw things at her if angry enough.
So... what do you think, Reddit?
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So as you can see, my parents are generally caring folks who have admittedly gone above and beyond for their 3 kids. But they aren't flawless and refuse to acknowledge their imperfections, some of which I deem as abusive but which they vehemently deny. So tell me, Reddit, based of the list below, are my folks actually abusive or not? And if they are, does the fact that all the good things they have done for me and my little brother and sister and the extraordinarily stressful circumstances they put themselves through to secure a better future for me and my siblings (Dad could have died at a moment's notice working non-stop in war-torn countries scrapping up money, in addition to being separated from his family for 7 years. Mum was all by herself raising us in the UK with absolutely no help except for financial support from Dad's income abroad) make their lashing out any more understandable?
My experiences: Had a small chair smashed over my head by Dad for getting into an argument with my sister.
Woken up in the middle of the night by Mum and had the living shit beaten out of me in bed after she went through my phone and saw me exchanging mild terrorist jokes with my friend on WhatsApp.
Belted several times by both my folks, such as for talking to two strangers about my personal life due to "Stranger Danger" when I was about 10 or getting into arguments with my siblings.
Smacked in the head by Mum multiple times, such as for accidentally miswriting something on a homework report or being unable to tell the time in my preteens.
Pinched multiple times by both my folks for various misdeeds, such as not wanting to take my shirt off during a family outdoor activity in the spring or innocently behaving inappropriately as a kid.
For various other misdeeds, I've been kicked, violently shaken like a rag doll, beaten with a wooden spoon, had something thrown at me, forced to kneel on the floor and raise my arms up in the air until told otherwise, made to stay outside the house in the wind wearing a shirt and shorts and I don't remember who said it exactly, but I think I recall one of my folks threatening that they might not be able to control themselves if they're sufficiently pissed off.
If I showed a hint of resistance towards Mum's physical discipline by reflexively protecting myself, she'd guilt-trip me by saying, "So now's come the time when the son does the abusing, eh?" even though I would never and was nowhere to retaliating on Mum, only shielding myself. Even at age 21, when I confronted her about her physical discipline, she defended herself by claiming that I only focused on the negatives and never the positives of their parenting and she doesn't regret anything she ever did to me and that even if I was aged 24, she would still dole out the physical punishment if she wanted to. When I said I won't let her touch me, she once again asked me if this meant I was going to start beating her back. I said I'd never lay a hand on her nor had I even thought of doing so, it's just that I wouldn't let her touch me, that's it. She asked what if she were to throw a shoe at me, would I throw the shoe back at her and I said no, I'd just keep a distance from her and she lost all control and started berating me for being an ungrateful son, etc.
One time, Mum was continually interrupting my conversation with Dad over the phone, causing me to tell her in frustration that I'm trying to talk on the phone, but which she misinterpreted as me telling her to shup up or something, resulting in her immediately getting physical with me.
Another time, Mum was continuously making fun of something I wrote in a book, causing me to smack the book out of her hand in anger, which she beated me for and locked me up in my room.
Had Dad being angry and yelling at me to stop crying during shower time as he doused me with cold water (which I absolutely hated) when I was about 5-6 after we actually enjoyed a sweaty game of football with some local kids, which soured the experience for me and made me reluctant to play football outside again since the only way I could play was if I had either of my folks with me.
One summer vacation, we were at the beach in the sea, and Dad was trying to take me to the deeper levels despite me being very uncomfortable as I couldn't swim properly yet, resulting in me almost drowning when he left me to it.
In my later teens, Dad would frequently get me to help him out in incredibly strenuous activities which would often completely physically drain me, both at the house refurbishment and our up-and-coming shop, to the point where the neighbouring shopkeepers who saw how tirelessly I worked for him expressed concern by telling him to go a bit easy on me and at least pay me for my efforts, which he addressed by asking me "Don't they know you're my son?" I never once complained or declined his requests to help out since I knew we were tight on money and Dad was making use of all the free help he could get. My only issues were some instances of potential abuse, such as when he got angry and started yelling at me to perform a task that I genuinely didn't understand how to do. I remember pleading with him to help me understand, but he just continued to get frustrated and scaring the shit out of me. Or this other time where after a hard day's work at building our shop, I didn't immediately acknowledge something Dad said to me, leading him to berate me for my supposed social blunder. When he just wouldn't let up, I then proceeded to remind him of a social blunder he once committed, causing him to punch me in the face and berate me more until we got home. When we arrived home, I was offered dinner which I declined solely because I was uncomfortable being around him and so wanted to immediately go to bed, but he forced me to sit right next to him and eat while he shot a death glare at me, which I interpreted as him asserting his dominance over me.
Dad could be very short-tempered and erratic on occasion, to the point where I would feel like I was walking on eggshells around him at times, such as when I woke up one morning and greeted him with a casual "Hellooo" that had a bit of a drawl to it and he suddenly froze up and looked at me with a death glare and I quickly apologised, scolding me for laying my sizeable head back on the sofa while he spoke to me, scolding us if me or my siblings said "Excuse me" if he was in our way in the house since apparently that was too formal and not something you'd say to a family member (especially a father), or if we forgot to say "Good Morning" to him after waking up. I've actually had to appeal to Mum to ask him to control his temper on a couple of occasions and as a result I feel like I can never truly relax around him.
On multiple occasions, I've been forced to eat something even if I didn't want to.
I had a bedwetting problem for most of my life. One time when I was about 5, Dad woke me up in the middle of the night to discover that I'd once again wet the bed. He angrily told me to get up, told me to face the wall and remain in that position in my piss-stained clothes as punishment while he changed my bed and made me go back to bed after he'd changed my clothes.
I have noticeable bumps on my forehead which I remember were obtained from hitting my head on the ground as a toddler but which Mum claims are just natural or something, which I interpret as gaslighting.
Mum accused Dad of cheating on her, but he proved he wasn't. Years later when I enquired as to what their fight was about she told me the truth (that it was a misunderstanding over his fidelity) which I suspected. When I brought it up again later, however, she totally lied about it for some reason, which I again see as gaslighting.
When Mum caught me watching porn for the first time ever, she berated me by asking whether this also means I would like to see her or my sister naked.
When I was a kid, Dad tried to manipulate me one time when I told him I wanted to make cartoons in the future as a career and he said that job was for a software engineer.
A lot of their advice was to turn myself over to God. Thing is, I no longer believe in God so that advice was falling on deaf ears and I am scared of coming out to them as an atheist.
After deceiving my parents for two years about my online learning, while it was justified to an extent, Dad really let me have it, telling me in no uncertain terms every opportunity he had how extremely let down he was, how he'd never seen anything like this happen anywhere in his entire life (he was 55 at this point) and how my deception and failure were among the two biggest tragedies/disappointments in his life, the other being the civil war raging in our homeland Ethiopia. Mind you this civil war resulted in the genocide of thousands upon thousands of our ethnic tribe the Tigrayans. He would also say that he's so angry but he can't beat me to let it out because I'm an adult now (I was 20 at the time), so he's forced to stew helplessly in his own anger.
They were pretty strict, restrictive and judgmental folks and could be overbearing. Mum would never let me visit another schoolmate's house without them having visited ours first, as she explicitly explained so herself and even that was a moot point because she didn't want any peer of mine coming over anyway, so none of my peers came over to my house (until I was 18 and that was because I showed up home with him unexpected and practically begged her to let him come in) and I'd never been to anyone else's house (apart from this one guy's house and that was without her knowledge or consent). She forbade all social media apart from WhatsApp and even that I always used in secret when texting people since I knew she'd find some way to be judgmental about it. She wouldn't let me go play football with my friends if she didn't drive me over there herself so she would know the location and even that was reluctantly expressed. Throughout our teens, she forbade TV on the weekdays save for Friday, which she would brag about to her friends, and very rarely let me hang out with others after school for a social outing, discounting the after school badminton club on Thursdays in my mid teens which took place at school. Though I guess this could once again be chalked up to being money-conscious, but also being overly distrustful of everyone in the UK. Dad could also get like this, such as making us do school work on Friday after school or insisting on cutting my fingernails even as he was making me bleed.
They both generally either discouraged or outright forbade any interest in fantasy, which included things like Mum eventually forbidding me from reading Harry Potter, berating and almost getting physical with me for watching a Bond film with my siblings when I was about 14 and just when I thought she couldn't possibly find an angle to criticise on me watching My Little Pony she reproached me for a kiss scene that took place. This trait of theirs got completely overblown after my little brother's nervous breakdown, causing Dad to completely ban our former interests in comic books and Naruto, reprimand me for watching 13 Going on 30 and disapprove of us playing FIFA, to the point where I genuinely felt like I couldn't enjoy anything when around them. They would also criticise us a lot for relatively minor things and their lectures could be excruciatingly long, spanning hours. They also had next to no concept of privacy, entering our rooms without ever knocking (unless they knew we were changing) and confiscating our phones a couple times for no real reason whatsoever.
All this has led to me being incredibly sneaky about what I do. I never let them see me with my phone, only ever using it out of their eyesight and I routinely deleted shit stored up on it in case they randomly needed my phone, which they would. I also became adept at lying as well as identifying footsteps. I think due to the sort of parenting they employed, I was very anxious and scared during these particular events:
* My primary school teacher once lent me her Harry Potter DVD box set and I didn't even get past the first film from great fear that Mum would catch me watching it and get angry.
* During one summer vacation back to our homeland, the plan was that Dad would remain in the UK for a bit while the rest of us would go to our country before he joined us. I knew that Harry Potter would be running on some of the TV channels in the UK and throughout the portion of the summer holiday where Dad was still in the UK, which was several weeks, I was deathly afraid of him watching the films and finding out that this was what I liked.
While this abuse isn't from my parents, if I remember correctly, I also recall being taught how to masturbate by my babysitter when I was about 3-4 (which I've been doing ever since and I'm now 21), which I've never told anyone and would count as sexual abuse, right?
My little brother has also experienced the below, though it's not exclusive:
Got the living shit beaten out of him by Mum after he was tricked by his friends into writing "fuck" on a whiteboard when he was about 8. He didn't even know what it meant, but I could hear his pitiful wails and screams coming from the bedroom where Mum was beating him.
He accidentally tripped and broke a stair pillar while we were organising the shoe room once, causing Mum to lose it and get physical with him. When I brought this up with Dad years later, Mum either lied about the events or didn't recall it well, the former which I interpret as another round of gaslighting.
He's also been pinched and smacked on the head several times.
And my little sister has experienced the following:
When sis was 9 and late to school, the car was down so Dad and her shared one bike which he rode and her leg got caught in the wheel when he was riding it full speed, almost literally cutting her foot in half. She was in incredible pain but he wouldn't check the wound til her friends at school insisted she get it checked as she could barely walk.
When she was 10, some of her peers called her from school on Dad's phone. She asked Dad if she could pick up, he said yes, and when she did he asked her to give him the phone. She impulsively hung up out of embarrassment or something, and Dad slapped her hard across the face.
Another time, Mum hit her for taking too long to get ready for walks outside which my sister hated.
Dad slapped her hard across the face when she was acting bratty towards him and then took her to another room to slap her up some more.
When sis was 12, Dad punched her around the back of her head for going into our parents' bedroom looking for clothes.
When she was 13, Dad threatened to gouge out her eyes and cut her legs if she wore mascara.
Another time, Dad hit her across the face because she sighed during one of his lectures.
Dad talked about how he wasn't abusive cos other folks go as far as killing their kids so he isn't bad.
Dad punched her round the face for sighing during a lecture when she never did, this was before a performance at school and she was crying at school.
Dad beat her legs her with a belt til a flap of skin came off and she bled for 5 minutes cos she had a tiny bit of mascara on.
Punched her numerous times in the back of her head cos she plucked her eyebrows and forced Mum's hands behind her back and shoved her onto the bed when she tried to intervene.
To this day, he still threatens to beat and throw things at her if angry enough.
So... what do you think, Reddit?
2024.06.02 15:34 throwawaysofi Dating between religious and not religious?
I (27 f) am not religious at all. However, I was born and raised Greek Orthodox. I’m baptized, have my communion, confirmed, etc. I went to Greek Sunday school when I was younger for only maybe 1-2 years. I went to catholic elementery and high school. My family never was the type to go to church every Sunday. We only went in the big holiday such as Easter and Christmas.
My dad is not religious. He converted to Catholicism when he moved to Canada 1) because he didn’t agree with the religion and politics of his country and 2) to be able to marry my mom who is a Greek Orthodox. My mom is the non practicing type of religious. If you ask her if she believes in god her answer is yes. But she’s not very religious at all.
As I was growing up the thought of there being a God was never something I whole heartedly believed in. And I find it something that’s hard to believe in.
I started seeing a guy who is very religious. He wears a cross around his neck, he prays everyday, he goes to church every Sunday with or without his family, he reads the Bible.
I’m not opposed to dating someone religious. I’m not opposed to raising kids to be religious. I just don’t know how to navigate this at all. Is it common for religious and not religious to be together? Does it often work out fine? What kind of challenges are usually associated with this?
Tldr; I’m not religious and I’m starting to see someone who is very religious and unsure how to navigate this
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My dad is not religious. He converted to Catholicism when he moved to Canada 1) because he didn’t agree with the religion and politics of his country and 2) to be able to marry my mom who is a Greek Orthodox. My mom is the non practicing type of religious. If you ask her if she believes in god her answer is yes. But she’s not very religious at all.
As I was growing up the thought of there being a God was never something I whole heartedly believed in. And I find it something that’s hard to believe in.
I started seeing a guy who is very religious. He wears a cross around his neck, he prays everyday, he goes to church every Sunday with or without his family, he reads the Bible.
I’m not opposed to dating someone religious. I’m not opposed to raising kids to be religious. I just don’t know how to navigate this at all. Is it common for religious and not religious to be together? Does it often work out fine? What kind of challenges are usually associated with this?
Tldr; I’m not religious and I’m starting to see someone who is very religious and unsure how to navigate this
2024.06.02 15:31 Legitimate_Bit5426 Should I apply honor classes? And a few more questions.
(Before I start, I think I should take a moment to talk about myself. I have spent the majority of my academic years(middle/high school) in South Korea, so I don't know much about the college admission process in the U.S. Please forgive me for my ignorance and I would love to hear your thoughts.)(Lastly, I am Korean, but I was born in the states, so I'm not an international student and I will be attending a CC in the fall.)
Q.1) Should I apply for the Honors Program?
I am currently thinking about applying for the honors program at my school. I have read the WIKI and was kind of confused about the part that said "you should not force yourself to take honor classes, since AOs don't care about the difficulty of the classes that students take". I thought that because honors classes have fewer students, I would get to know the professors more and maybe get a better LOR. The school also says that I would get to do "Coursework involving research, independent inquiry, project-based learning, creative expression, service-learning and other kinds of experiential learning". I thought this could help me do some activities for ECs so I was really tempted to apply. (If you're thinking "That's not how you do ECs. What an idiot." please hold your anger for Q3.)
Q.2) "AOs largely will not care about the difficulty of your courses". Does that mean I should just take easy classes to get As?
I want to try more challenging classes, but I am kind of scared/confused about whether I even need to take more challenging classes. In high school I finished calc 1 and a bit of 2 (In Korea, you take calculus in high school) but when I was registering for CC they said I needed to take college algebra because I needed to do the prerequisites first. There is a placement test that I can take to skip classes like trigonometry and pre-calculus, but I'm hesitant to take it because one side of me thinks that I should just take trig and pre-calc to get As. But the other side of me wants to take the test, so I can take more challenging classes and take science classes like university physics or chem.(I need to take trig and pre-calc to take them)I currently haven't registered for the test because my counselor advised that I should get a feel for college first and maybe take the test next semester. I agree with the counselor and think that I should focus my first semester on ECs and improving my English skills, so, I'm thinking of taking the test next semester.
Q.3) what the frick are ECs????? How do you get such BIG achievements in the first year of college?
In Korea, college admissions don't take ECs very seriously, so the importance levels kind of look like this.( grades >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>ECs) ( The grading system in Korea is totally different to the US, so, schools don't really need/use ECs to evaluate students.) So when I first started looking at applications of other students in the US, I was genuinely shocked. A high school student building a non-profit to teach other students? A senior made a startup that generates millions in profit? wtf do you mean???(btw respect to the mods). When I was in high school in Korea, ECs were reading a book about a topic that you are interested in and presenting it in class or writing a research paper for a school research fair. I was sort of relieved when the WIKI said that small ECs can still help, but I am completely lost on how I would become a competitive applicant. How do you publish papers in top journals and build such big things like Student A in the WIKI?
I am terribly sorry for writing such a long post. I am completely out of my comfort zone and feel really lost. Your help would be greatly appreciated and thanks again for reading such a long post.
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Q.1) Should I apply for the Honors Program?
I am currently thinking about applying for the honors program at my school. I have read the WIKI and was kind of confused about the part that said "you should not force yourself to take honor classes, since AOs don't care about the difficulty of the classes that students take". I thought that because honors classes have fewer students, I would get to know the professors more and maybe get a better LOR. The school also says that I would get to do "Coursework involving research, independent inquiry, project-based learning, creative expression, service-learning and other kinds of experiential learning". I thought this could help me do some activities for ECs so I was really tempted to apply. (If you're thinking "That's not how you do ECs. What an idiot." please hold your anger for Q3.)
Q.2) "AOs largely will not care about the difficulty of your courses". Does that mean I should just take easy classes to get As?
I want to try more challenging classes, but I am kind of scared/confused about whether I even need to take more challenging classes. In high school I finished calc 1 and a bit of 2 (In Korea, you take calculus in high school) but when I was registering for CC they said I needed to take college algebra because I needed to do the prerequisites first. There is a placement test that I can take to skip classes like trigonometry and pre-calculus, but I'm hesitant to take it because one side of me thinks that I should just take trig and pre-calc to get As. But the other side of me wants to take the test, so I can take more challenging classes and take science classes like university physics or chem.(I need to take trig and pre-calc to take them)I currently haven't registered for the test because my counselor advised that I should get a feel for college first and maybe take the test next semester. I agree with the counselor and think that I should focus my first semester on ECs and improving my English skills, so, I'm thinking of taking the test next semester.
Q.3) what the frick are ECs????? How do you get such BIG achievements in the first year of college?
In Korea, college admissions don't take ECs very seriously, so the importance levels kind of look like this.( grades >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>ECs) ( The grading system in Korea is totally different to the US, so, schools don't really need/use ECs to evaluate students.) So when I first started looking at applications of other students in the US, I was genuinely shocked. A high school student building a non-profit to teach other students? A senior made a startup that generates millions in profit? wtf do you mean???(btw respect to the mods). When I was in high school in Korea, ECs were reading a book about a topic that you are interested in and presenting it in class or writing a research paper for a school research fair. I was sort of relieved when the WIKI said that small ECs can still help, but I am completely lost on how I would become a competitive applicant. How do you publish papers in top journals and build such big things like Student A in the WIKI?
I am terribly sorry for writing such a long post. I am completely out of my comfort zone and feel really lost. Your help would be greatly appreciated and thanks again for reading such a long post.
2024.06.02 15:30 actioncj33 The true villains.
I am rewatching the series again and I think that the true villains of this show are Mark and David.
Mark ruins Becky’s future and life. Becky also starts getting into trouble more and more. For example the episode when Mark and Becky take Dan’s motorcycle.
David is a bum who leeches off Darlene and can’t get his own life. He just feeds off Darlene and sucks the life out of her. She will break up with him but she foolishly comes back to him.
I also watch The Conners and you can see when Becky and Darlene are older they figure out that Mark and David held them back and most of the problem.
Before Mark and David, Becky was honor roll and set on going to college. She had a great future and worked hard.
Darlene was going thru her “dark stage” before David but David shows up and she is just sitting around the house more and more with him. And when she does decide to go to Art School David gets upset and says Darlene is being selfish. And then he eventually moves in with her at school, even makes her miss Thanksgiving back home.
Dan and Roseanne should have never let these brothers into the family or house. Once Becky meets Mark the Conners family goes down hill and even gets more worse when David comes into the picture. (aka Kevin haha)
I think Dan and Roseanne are just lazy in a lot of ways but I think the girls also did this to themselves also.
In the long run DJ has the best future and life in the family.
This is just my own opinion and observation.
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Mark ruins Becky’s future and life. Becky also starts getting into trouble more and more. For example the episode when Mark and Becky take Dan’s motorcycle.
David is a bum who leeches off Darlene and can’t get his own life. He just feeds off Darlene and sucks the life out of her. She will break up with him but she foolishly comes back to him.
I also watch The Conners and you can see when Becky and Darlene are older they figure out that Mark and David held them back and most of the problem.
Before Mark and David, Becky was honor roll and set on going to college. She had a great future and worked hard.
Darlene was going thru her “dark stage” before David but David shows up and she is just sitting around the house more and more with him. And when she does decide to go to Art School David gets upset and says Darlene is being selfish. And then he eventually moves in with her at school, even makes her miss Thanksgiving back home.
Dan and Roseanne should have never let these brothers into the family or house. Once Becky meets Mark the Conners family goes down hill and even gets more worse when David comes into the picture. (aka Kevin haha)
I think Dan and Roseanne are just lazy in a lot of ways but I think the girls also did this to themselves also.
In the long run DJ has the best future and life in the family.
This is just my own opinion and observation.
2024.06.02 15:23 itshuzaifa228 2 most easy ways to escape from 🚩s(not bl I don't read that)
Note..this post is created to relieve my anger but the conclusion is based on fact's
So I have been thinking about this topic for week and the conclusion I get is there is a pattern in all this manhwas so I try to figure it out and found 2 ways
First let's discuss about same pattern..... It's all start's from fl who doesn't have much nor have nothing at all she needs money/marriage partnehome/etc etc...ml is Hitler+Elon musk=🚩 He find fl interesting bcz she doesn't have anything but act prideful(mostly fl's) I think she is stupid not prideful
ml will help her and when she is in delusions that ml is angel ml will reveal himself as🚩
He will abuse/neglet/rape/mental torture her (and I don't know why she sees ml as a romantic considerate loving men)
Well after 1000years fl gain fl realize she have to flee somewhere so she ran away (And still thinking about him how ml kissed him🗑️)
Ml will realize he actually love him so he will Chase her and the ask for forgiveness(without sincirety) Fl will forgive him and they live happily(what the f***)
So how she can escape from ml..... 1. Change her personality it's easy bcz ml got amused by her prideful personality(even though she doesn't have anything)so she just have to change her personality so he got bored of her and it's so much easy to realize(that he got amazed by her personality)but she his this much stupid even after years she doesn't know anything about ml even if she knows the whole world secrets(it is dumbness of her)she just have opposite of what he wants to see
But the condition is she have to act like she didn't want anything in return and act somewhat emotional ml will regret about his past actions he committed toward fl and will try to please her so when she rise to the top where she became powerful she can do anything to him like poisoning his tea/betraying him/best revenge will be abandoning him she can also flee to far away place bcz she will have so much money (this is the problem in manhwa fl run away when she doesn't have much money or is in poor condition or with child*ahem that's so stupid of him does she think ml(manhwas Elon musk💸) can't be able to find one girl in his neighbour city)
Conclusion fl is dumb she just have to change her personality but her mind has been f****up
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So I have been thinking about this topic for week and the conclusion I get is there is a pattern in all this manhwas so I try to figure it out and found 2 ways
First let's discuss about same pattern..... It's all start's from fl who doesn't have much nor have nothing at all she needs money/marriage partnehome/etc etc...ml is Hitler+Elon musk=🚩 He find fl interesting bcz she doesn't have anything but act prideful(mostly fl's) I think she is stupid not prideful
ml will help her and when she is in delusions that ml is angel ml will reveal himself as🚩
He will abuse/neglet/rape/mental torture her (and I don't know why she sees ml as a romantic considerate loving men)
Well after 1000years fl gain fl realize she have to flee somewhere so she ran away (And still thinking about him how ml kissed him🗑️)
Ml will realize he actually love him so he will Chase her and the ask for forgiveness(without sincirety) Fl will forgive him and they live happily(what the f***)
So how she can escape from ml..... 1. Change her personality it's easy bcz ml got amused by her prideful personality(even though she doesn't have anything)so she just have to change her personality so he got bored of her and it's so much easy to realize(that he got amazed by her personality)but she his this much stupid even after years she doesn't know anything about ml even if she knows the whole world secrets(it is dumbness of her)she just have opposite of what he wants to see
- Help him in the most problematic situation (This one is for revenge too it is more effective and profitable situation but I don't think fl will be able to do this) It's psychology and manipulation technique
But the condition is she have to act like she didn't want anything in return and act somewhat emotional ml will regret about his past actions he committed toward fl and will try to please her so when she rise to the top where she became powerful she can do anything to him like poisoning his tea/betraying him/best revenge will be abandoning him she can also flee to far away place bcz she will have so much money (this is the problem in manhwa fl run away when she doesn't have much money or is in poor condition or with child*ahem that's so stupid of him does she think ml(manhwas Elon musk💸) can't be able to find one girl in his neighbour city)
Conclusion fl is dumb she just have to change her personality but her mind has been f****up
2024.06.02 15:22 Sirviantis I love my spoiler mode!!
So, I recently began investing in my spoiler mode, and boy oh boy do I enjoy the returns this comes with.
First off, now I've got a good amp (747 with the CC on headshot and CD on crit arcanes), all collected by myself my weapon and warframe choice doesn't matter! I can simply kill lvl 100+ eximus on steel path in seconds. Which I know because I routinely do.
My operator arcanes make any frame I might want to play entirely self-sufficient: With magus elevate my warframe jumps back from the brink of death my just double tapping my 5 key. With magus dissipate, my energy hungry warframes can just get back energy whenever baddies are on my screen (and if they're not, what do I need energy for, you know?)
But I hear you saying, sometimes restoring 5x300 HP for free in a matter of seconds just doesn't cut it when it comes to survivability and you die anyway. Yeah, I do, but that's no biggie, 'cause I just push 5 and it puts me in operator, where I just gotta blast a few baddies or a single eximus/thrax and it puts me right back in my warframe WITHOUT any losses on any incarnon buildup or active abilities getting cancelled. It's amazing.
Now, I recently discovered I feel like we're at a point where movement > damage in warframe, so beyond killing big heavy armored overguarded stuff in seconds. My operator also has near endless void slings to get around if I'm stuck with a slower frame. Oh, I got sevagoth (sprint speed 0.95) in a void flood circuit? No worries, let me just push 5 and jump around like a dog after accidentally discovering a drugs dead drop (yeah, my dog did that once we think).
Need more damage? Well, my go to focus school is madurai, so I get more crit damage for just using my operator (and casting speed for switching back, but I don't quite care about that as much), and I can push my 2 button to make my enemy weak to my damage before pushing my 1 button to do insane amounts of damage.
Last time my operator failed to do what I used it for was during a circuit mission. I got a not so great loadout (basically the only useful thing was vauban, but that's okay because I got carried quite well while contributing with my CC and level scaling damage). It failed because my operator couldn't near instantly revive my warframe with last grasp anymore, but these were level 350-400-ish thraxes I was trying to bully though, so it's completely fine that it starts to fall off there. And I probably should've just decided to look for some weaker units to void contaminate and void strike.
AND WE'RE NOT EVEN DONE. I've got 3 focus schools who'se passives I've yet to unbind, so I still get to increase the raw HP, armor, free revives and revive speed from Vazarin, the amp ammo and ammo regen with Madurai and my movement speed and void sling distance with Naramon.
TL:DR my operator does everything to make any warframe good, and I love them for it.
P.S. Do we still want to keep spoiler mode a secret? I spoilered this post (unless something went wrong) but with how DE has advertised operator suits as parts of prime acces and deluxe skins, as well as the duviri paradox being playable from the beginning and involving the operator (iirc) it must not be as rigid as it once was, right?
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First off, now I've got a good amp (747 with the CC on headshot and CD on crit arcanes), all collected by myself my weapon and warframe choice doesn't matter! I can simply kill lvl 100+ eximus on steel path in seconds. Which I know because I routinely do.
My operator arcanes make any frame I might want to play entirely self-sufficient: With magus elevate my warframe jumps back from the brink of death my just double tapping my 5 key. With magus dissipate, my energy hungry warframes can just get back energy whenever baddies are on my screen (and if they're not, what do I need energy for, you know?)
But I hear you saying, sometimes restoring 5x300 HP for free in a matter of seconds just doesn't cut it when it comes to survivability and you die anyway. Yeah, I do, but that's no biggie, 'cause I just push 5 and it puts me in operator, where I just gotta blast a few baddies or a single eximus/thrax and it puts me right back in my warframe WITHOUT any losses on any incarnon buildup or active abilities getting cancelled. It's amazing.
Now, I recently discovered I feel like we're at a point where movement > damage in warframe, so beyond killing big heavy armored overguarded stuff in seconds. My operator also has near endless void slings to get around if I'm stuck with a slower frame. Oh, I got sevagoth (sprint speed 0.95) in a void flood circuit? No worries, let me just push 5 and jump around like a dog after accidentally discovering a drugs dead drop (yeah, my dog did that once we think).
Need more damage? Well, my go to focus school is madurai, so I get more crit damage for just using my operator (and casting speed for switching back, but I don't quite care about that as much), and I can push my 2 button to make my enemy weak to my damage before pushing my 1 button to do insane amounts of damage.
Last time my operator failed to do what I used it for was during a circuit mission. I got a not so great loadout (basically the only useful thing was vauban, but that's okay because I got carried quite well while contributing with my CC and level scaling damage). It failed because my operator couldn't near instantly revive my warframe with last grasp anymore, but these were level 350-400-ish thraxes I was trying to bully though, so it's completely fine that it starts to fall off there. And I probably should've just decided to look for some weaker units to void contaminate and void strike.
AND WE'RE NOT EVEN DONE. I've got 3 focus schools who'se passives I've yet to unbind, so I still get to increase the raw HP, armor, free revives and revive speed from Vazarin, the amp ammo and ammo regen with Madurai and my movement speed and void sling distance with Naramon.
TL:DR my operator does everything to make any warframe good, and I love them for it.
P.S. Do we still want to keep spoiler mode a secret? I spoilered this post (unless something went wrong) but with how DE has advertised operator suits as parts of prime acces and deluxe skins, as well as the duviri paradox being playable from the beginning and involving the operator (iirc) it must not be as rigid as it once was, right?
2024.06.02 15:18 lycheefarmer9 [Online][5E][Saturday 2pm to ~5/6pm PST] Inexperienced GM wants to create and run a homebrew campaign from scratch. Looking for proactive players with some experience!
Hello fellow RP gamers! My name is Daniel (he/they) and right now I've got this "plan"—OK maybe more of an itch than an actual game plan—to create and run a homebrew campaign using D&D5E, a system I know quite well.
My past GM experience: There was this one D&D5E mini-module I ran from beginning to end, in 16 sessions. It was rocky, a bit linear, but at least quite fun and conclusive for its group. Right now, I'm running the much longer Descent Into Avernus module on Thursday nights. I've actually run other stuff before those two, but I don't really call those good games. They ended whenever Past-Daniel would burn out after making some bad calls. A lot has changed since, and while I don't have much experience yet, I think I've cracked a code on how to have fun running a light-prep, low-burnout campaign. So let's give it a shot.
The Shot, Explained: As you could tell from the title of this post, I want to build and run a big homebrew campaign from scratch. That means taking ideas from my group, tossing them into my boiling hot brain cauldron, and then see what sort of cool world/plot-thingy gets brewed from it. The ideas, plans, tokens, and character sheets aside, eventually I'll prepare a page-length introduction for the new setting, informing the Party of their starting location. Maybe I'll make a basic map too.
I don't want to spent too much time stuck in prep though. I would like for us to start actually playing D&D as soon as we've become invested. Let's say, over the 1-2 weeks after we form the group, I start putting together a homebrew setting. Small and simple to begin with, but it should also be attractive and mysterious enough for the group, full of possibilities they would enjoy. The rest of the campaign setting can be improvised as we go.
Improvised, but not rudderless. A probable structure for it, including milestones that I can plan around, will be created by the players at the start of the campaign, and at other points throughout it. That's right! As the players, YOU get to generate the goals of this campaign. As the DM, I'm only here to create the obstacles against—and the opportunities for—you achieving those goals. This is a bit different from the "DM explains problem, Players react to problem" formula in modules that I feel restricts choices while putting a lot more creative work on the DM's shoulders. If you think this is cool, then maybe you should apply!
But wait, there's more! I am looking for players who fit the following criteria (please read it all carefully before thinking about applying):
Additional FAQ
What are the rules for character creation? House rules? Characters start at 3rd level. Any official D&D5E published content besides Unearthed Arcana is automatically approved. Anything else is approved or rejected on a case-by-case basis, just as they're presented to me for review. Additional character creation specifications and house rules will be discussed and formulated after we gather first and discuss character goals and the campaign setting.
What inspired you? Months of trial and error at GMing left something to be desired + being a player and watching my friends GM + idle Saturdays + read "The Game Master's Handbook of Proactive Roleplaying" at a bookstore and it made me rethink how to run homebrew games vs. modules.
When are you usually free to be contacted via Discord? From 12pm to 12am PST any day of the week, chances are I should be able to get back to you within a few hours. Not counting emergencies, social gatherings that attract my full attention (such as other TTRPG campaigns I'm in), or if I'm vacationing someplace remote.
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My past GM experience: There was this one D&D5E mini-module I ran from beginning to end, in 16 sessions. It was rocky, a bit linear, but at least quite fun and conclusive for its group. Right now, I'm running the much longer Descent Into Avernus module on Thursday nights. I've actually run other stuff before those two, but I don't really call those good games. They ended whenever Past-Daniel would burn out after making some bad calls. A lot has changed since, and while I don't have much experience yet, I think I've cracked a code on how to have fun running a light-prep, low-burnout campaign. So let's give it a shot.
The Shot, Explained: As you could tell from the title of this post, I want to build and run a big homebrew campaign from scratch. That means taking ideas from my group, tossing them into my boiling hot brain cauldron, and then see what sort of cool world/plot-thingy gets brewed from it. The ideas, plans, tokens, and character sheets aside, eventually I'll prepare a page-length introduction for the new setting, informing the Party of their starting location. Maybe I'll make a basic map too.
I don't want to spent too much time stuck in prep though. I would like for us to start actually playing D&D as soon as we've become invested. Let's say, over the 1-2 weeks after we form the group, I start putting together a homebrew setting. Small and simple to begin with, but it should also be attractive and mysterious enough for the group, full of possibilities they would enjoy. The rest of the campaign setting can be improvised as we go.
Improvised, but not rudderless. A probable structure for it, including milestones that I can plan around, will be created by the players at the start of the campaign, and at other points throughout it. That's right! As the players, YOU get to generate the goals of this campaign. As the DM, I'm only here to create the obstacles against—and the opportunities for—you achieving those goals. This is a bit different from the "DM explains problem, Players react to problem" formula in modules that I feel restricts choices while putting a lot more creative work on the DM's shoulders. If you think this is cool, then maybe you should apply!
But wait, there's more! I am looking for players who fit the following criteria (please read it all carefully before thinking about applying):
- Age: I'm 23 FYI, and I'm looking for people around my age group, so 20s and 30s
in other words, people like me with chronic online-ness and brain fog. - Computer Specs: I'm gonna be hosting this campaign on a dedicated Foundry VTT server! There will be basic tokens and maps for combat and a little bit of automation. Nothing excessive though. That means, your computer setup should more or less fit these specifications: Windows 10 or 11, macOS Big Sur (or newer), or Linux operating systems (Ubuntu 22+, Debian 11+, Redhat 9+, Arch) with support for 64-bit architecture. An integrated GPU to enable hardware acceleration. 8 GB of RAM. A monitor no smaller than 1366x768 (or else the UI will be cramped for you). A modern web browser like Chrome, Firefox, Opera, or Edge with hardware acceleration enabled (Safari doesn't work). I prefer you keep your character sheets solely in Foundry VTT, which means if you're coming from Roll20 or D&DBeyond, some of your experiences may not apply here. Also, we are using Discord so please have an account for that.
- Clarity: You have a clear mic voice on Discord and a reliable Internet connection allowing you to hear everyone else (and my Kenku FM music bot, if you want to). Plus you are fluent in English. This is a Voice-only campaign so a web camera is not necessary.
- Scheduling: You subscribe to our WEEKLY scheduled meeting time of SATURDAY 2PM US PACIFIC TIME (UTC-8); each ideal session will be roughly 3-4 HOURS LONG. I suck at predictions but let's assume this campaign is set to conclude in almost 1 year from now. If you cannot make it to an upcoming session, then you should inform this group ahead of the time. Overall, you are confident that your forthcoming schedule is unlikely to thwart the campaign progression that the rest of this group desires; in other words, you believe that your work, school, family, and self-care obligations will not be stopping you from bringing your presence and focus to each session. Or at least, not frequent enough for the rest of us to be worried about you or the health of this campaign. Whether or not repeated unannounced absences/tardiness may warrant a player's dismissal from this campaign will likely be a matter of collective opinion.
- Experience: You have played D&D5E or a similar TTRPG system before and are comfortable with improvised roleplay and decision-making. Sorry, but I am not looking for brand-new players.
- Proactivity: You are proactive about setting your own character's goals and communicating them. Before this campaign begins, you will create a PC with multiple short-term and mid-term goals OR you are welcome to come up those goals first, and then flesh out your PC that fits them later. Please don't work alone on this, because while having individual goals can be great, sharing some goals with your party-mates is an absolute must! We intend for character goals to drive the progression of this campaign, typically into uncharted territory—meaning, this group will set goals with the understanding that their PCs are not 100% guaranteed to accomplish them. And should any of your original goals no longer be feasible, we will alter them or make up new ones!
- Notekeeping: In the event that this group does not have a designated note-taking player (a volunteer at best), you are willing to take notes and help your group record the progression of this campaign to the best of your own ability. Here I specifically mean notes that are publicly available, which can include Out-Of-Character information that may or may not be known In-Character.
- Teamwork: You are not a lone wolf. You have the awareness that you are playing with other people. One of your reasons for wanting to be here is to be part of a team, sharing the spotlight and the fun.
- Agreeability: You respect the GM's right of fair adjudication and final rulings during play.
- Creativity: You won't use AI-generated content in place of your own creativity for this campaign.
- Fair Behavior: You avoid the following behaviors, knowing they can result in hard warnings or getting removed from the group: Cheating. Meta-gaming. Constantly arguing over table rulings. Deliberately talking over others and hogging the spotlight. Lone-wolving like the full moon is always out. Also, you will never attempt the following acts in-character, knowing you may be removed from the group if so: Physical torture. Nonconsensual sexual contact. Sexual threats. Owning slaves or profiting from slavery. Reprehensible uses of mind-control magic.
- Safe Space: You do not engage in any bigoted behaviors, harassment, or spreading of hate speech & misinformation. This group is intended to be a safe space. No one in it should feel unwelcome or challenged because of their race, ethnicity, sex, sexual orientation, gender identity or expression, cultural background, or physical/mental ability.
- To show that you have read all the criteria, don't answer the favorite color question. Just leave it blank.
Additional FAQ
What are the rules for character creation? House rules? Characters start at 3rd level. Any official D&D5E published content besides Unearthed Arcana is automatically approved. Anything else is approved or rejected on a case-by-case basis, just as they're presented to me for review. Additional character creation specifications and house rules will be discussed and formulated after we gather first and discuss character goals and the campaign setting.
What inspired you? Months of trial and error at GMing left something to be desired + being a player and watching my friends GM + idle Saturdays + read "The Game Master's Handbook of Proactive Roleplaying" at a bookstore and it made me rethink how to run homebrew games vs. modules.
When are you usually free to be contacted via Discord? From 12pm to 12am PST any day of the week, chances are I should be able to get back to you within a few hours. Not counting emergencies, social gatherings that attract my full attention (such as other TTRPG campaigns I'm in), or if I'm vacationing someplace remote.
2024.06.02 15:18 Some_Ambassador_8316 Mother in Law (59F) and grandma (59F).
What's should we do? I have a mil '59/F' who treats my step son like he's a baby when he just turn 6 years old. Yes he may be the first grandchild but I still don't agree on things she does. She watches him while my husband and '24/M and 24/ F' are at work and brings him to home school program and other things while we're at work. But when we both come home she doesn't bring him home till 30 minutes before his bedtime or and hour before his bed time and then when he asks us to hang out with him she tells him sorry your going to bed and my husband and I never get to see him even when we're off of work she takes him without asking us and when we call her she never answers her phone or she'll always forget her phone. She also doesn't let us potty trained him and at 6 years old still in pull ups and when my husband tries to be a parent since l'm just the step parent and never have a say especially with his mom she goes and threatens that's she gonna go to court and try to get custody of him even tho she the one who takes him away from us and we always try to spend time with him but she keeps him so busy by the time he gets home it's too late cause it's bedtime for him. And when we do get time to spend with him she has to be watching us like a hawk and even the child sees it and tell grandma to leave him alone and to stop following him. She thinks my husband is an " abusive" parent when he is not and that he treats him with love and care and same with me but I try to not get involved when she is around cause she hates me for no reason and I’m afraid if I try to be a parent that when I do spend time with him playing with him or anything he asks she’ll record me and have something for court. She also has him calling her mom and when we correct him saying that it's grandma and not mom and that he has a step mom that he doesn't need to call her mom and when we tell her to tell him that she when we tell her to tell him that she grandma and not mom and that's what call you she ignores our request and says “he knows who I am”. When he doesn’t call for her he goes and says mom then goes and says oops then says grandma. The poor child is confused on what to call her. I feel like if he doesn’t call her mom she gets piss and then goes and tells him it’s ok to call her mom and not to listen to dad or me. And yes we do correct him and we never get mad at him cause mistakes do happen but this is everyday we’re having to correct him. She also brings up that her friend’s grandchildren calls her mom and everything. But at 6 years old you know who everyone is unless you’re not familiar with that person. She'll mostly threaten about going to court to get custody of him (we live in NY) and is trying to runin our relationship with our son. We also said we would like to take him to go to PA to see friends and what not and she tells us over her dead body and will again threaten to bring us to court. One more thing I forgot to mention is that we can’t even change him since yes at 6 years old he’s still in pull ups she won’t allow us. What do you think we should do? Also we been together my husband and I 4 years next month and got married about 2 months also. So I’ve been in this child life 95% of his life. I met him at 2 going on 3 (child birth in May started dating in June of 2020). What can we do about this? Should we go to a lawyer about this? Yes or no? Sorry rant over!
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2024.06.02 15:14 MacoCouple AITA for abidding by my(25F) BF(27M) and I's "contract" and refusing to budge even if it meant the end of the relationship?
Hello everyone,
This might be a lengthy story as a background to this is necessary. This is also my side/POV of the events, so bear that in mind and thanks for reading in advance. This is a serious post, and I am not joking or making up things. If you won't be nice enough to offer help/opinion/support, please just ignore the post instead of leaving hateful comments. It might sound like a joke to you, but it's causing someone else a headache on how to defuse the situation.
Thanks <3
******** So some background and context: ********
So my bf and I met and started dating 5 years ago as freshmen in college. During the first months of getting to know each other, I came to meet his younger sister, 18 at that time, let's call her Y, and his friend, 20M, when he invited them to a party my sorority was hosting. It is safe to say, she didn't like me. I was fine with that at that time since he and I weren't a thing yet and she didn't even know me enough to hate me, so I treated her with the basic human respect. I hosted her in my room that night and made her and I breakfast and lunch before my bf took her home. A month after that, my bf and I started dating and we decided to go out. Y tagged along on the date, brought their other sibling (16F), and basically linked arms with my bf the whole "date," leaving me with the younger sibling. I voiced my concern to my first-time bf later, and he apologized, saying he didn't know it was "an intimate" date, so he just accepted them coming when they said they wanted to.
Fast forward to Spring, Covid hit, and we had to go LDR. During those discord calls we had at night, by each passing day, the times Y would barge into the room at 11PM without knocking increased. She'd downplay it by waving, then chatting with my bf for 30min or asking him to come do the simplest of things for her... At midnight... while she's well aware him and I are having our intimate time of the day, after bf informed her he's spending time with me... It became so unbearable that I had to ask my bf to either install a lock on his door or it's better to end it because the disrespect he was allowing was too much.
The second year of college, she went to France to study. I thought that maybe she would focus on her Med studies and forget about me and loosen up her obsession with her brother, but little did I know that would only make it worse. In our Uni, we were allowed to either go for a semester, a year, or two to study somewhere else. The moment bf became aware of her leaving, he applied for the semester leave to join her, while he and I agreed during freshman year that the best course of action for us is to finish college in 3 years and start work ASAP. Despite that, I helped him get his documents in order, spoke to some teachers I was close to, and helped financially as well. What I didn't know during that time, is that Y spread rumors about me and my "commoner origins" and how unsophisticated I was for her brother and he deserves better than a h** as she asked around my town, and that is what came up when my name was mentioned (which is absolutely not true, and my bf was my first relationship ever at the age of 20). My dumb of a bf believed her without even asking me about it and was planning to ghost me and break up with me the moment he landed in France too. And that was what exactly happened. I spent 15 days doubting my self-worth and my self-esteem hit rock bottom. My bestie (25M today) didn't like that and he tried to mediate between us and he got him to apologize a month later. But the damage to me was already done, and I was emotionally manipulated into believing I was the bad guy, so like a dumbass, I gave it a second go. During the time they both were in France, Y would constantly come up to him, while video chatting with me, and kiss him on the cheek, or pat his head. She would sometimes tell him to turn off all light in the room and make no sounds as she wants to sleep at 8 PM. It was too much, and she no longer hid her hostility towards me.
In the third year, I applied for a two-year Master's Degree and got accepted into a prestigious engineering school in France too. We moved in together, and things were okay for the first few weeks until I started noticing things (as in objects) that indicated different information than what I was told while LDR. When confronted, and after a few hours of retaliation, bf finally gave in and confessed to lying to me for the 8 months we were apart. All those times he said he was sleeping early, he was actually at parties with her because she didn't want to go alone. When he promised he'd go to Disneyland Paris with me for the first time, he lied as he already had gone with her. He traveled Europe with her instead of waiting 4 weeks for me to come to France (it was a promised plan we made). The truths just kept coming to the point where he admitted that the hostility Y has towards me is a result of him telling her about our private and intimate matters, but only my reactions and my deeds, with zero mention of why I reacted and what he did, basically making me the villain.
Some of you guys would think that these are petty things and that I should let them go. It is true that those "things" are petty, but the meaning behind them isn't. The way I saw and see it even now is that I was deceived, lied to, and manipulated. I was also far from being a priority for a couple that's been together for 3 years at the time.
In the fourth year, we were back at the LDR despite my objection due to the trauma of him ghosting me happening again. The only reason I gave in was him promising me an apology from Y as he was sure she was a good person at heart and would recognize her wrongdoings. Surprise surprise, she wasn't. Y yet again manipulated her way out of an apology, telling my bf she would absolutely apologize to me if that was what he wanted, but she would also tell me about how he goes to parties behind my back and that he just doesn't want to reply and answer my calls and other things that aren't even close to being true. Basically coercing him into forgetting about her apologizing.
I threw my first ever tantrum and told him past this point, it's been already 2 years of her being an ignorant lil disrespectful of a b-word, and the only reason I still didn't pay her back for all the rumors and slander is out of love for my bf, that he needs to make a decision to either cut her off until she apologizes, or to let me go instead of feeding me hopeless and empty promises of being on my team while deceiving me, as this is a waste of my youth.
******** a lengthy background but necessary... ********
Now, during this past March, we were attending a Cosplay Event and had a blast. We went home together with my bestie. While we were eating, we were talking about our friends and how they are managing their lives and such, and a couple was brought up that had trust issues, probably worse than what my bf and I have. My bf then proudly stated that we don't have the kind of trust issues they had and that he is so happy about that (opposed genders, cheating, inappropriate conduct, etc...). I said jokingly that being delulu isn't the solulu and that we do have as big of trust issues as they do if not even worse, and I asked him if he solved the issue of his sister's disrespect to us as a couple and me as an individual, he stayed silent. I asked again if he had made up his mind concerning this issue as it took longer than it should. He stayed silent again. I asked, "So did you block her at least?" He said no.
I told him as calmly as I could that it is so hypocritical of him to say we don't have trust issues while he still fails to show necessary trust in the relationship, that it is shameful of him to play with me and my time because he can't make up his mind and that instead of being a man about it and admitting he can't punish Oh-little-angel-sister for her conduct and siding with me as he keeps claiming "we are a team," he is wasting my time, pushing this issue to the back of his head, just wanting to sweep it under the rug hoping I won't notice or that time will make it alright. I told him the more time he's wasting, the harder it is for me to forgive her and him specifically. I can't control what she feels or says, but Y's behavior is his responsibility, and I shouldn't be a target of her hatred. He failed to control his family and prevent complete strangers to me's harm coming my way that if not for him, I wouldn't have to deal with, that alone is proof he isn't trustworthy.
He silently walked to the balcony and stayed there for 30 min. When he came in, he started crying, saying I am bullying him and that I have no right to yell at him and tell him what to do concerning his family matters. Bestie then interrupted and told him he was sitting with us, and not even for a second was I disrespectful or raised my voice and that I was right in saying what I did. He then asked bf if he even had any intentions of cutting Y off. He said no. I told bf then that this relationship has no solid base to it as it was built on lies and deception and that I'm done, that he can sleep somewhere else until he finds his own place and that I don't wish to speak of this or to him anymore.
The bestie stayed talking to him. After 30 min, he came to me saying he wanted to talk. I kept rejecting until he said that he is willing to write an agreement with me where we agree on expectations and a time frame, with the end result being either I get an apology or he's siding with me.
The two months period of time ended on 12th May. Shocked but not surprised, he asked me to give him 10 more days to talk to Y as she had a jaw surgery and is unable to speak for now, and he used that time to mend things with other family members that wronged me. I granted the 10 days as I was flying to see my family anyway. When I came back, I asked about the outcome, and he stated he did speak to her but didn't finish saying what he wanted to say and asked me for 2 extra days, and he'd take full responsibility for the days he made me wait. I brought it up again after that period of time, and he said, on the 25th May, that it saddens him that it came to this but "what should be done will be done." I left it at that and never asked again.
Yesterday we were gaming, and notifications kept popping on his phone. I said, "I hope that's not your sister and her shenanigans again but no, since you blocked her, it can't be." I looked at him, smiling, and he was quiet. I stopped playing and asked him again if he blocked her, to which he responded, "No, I talk to her still about money that I send my father." The fact that we were both tipsy to drunk didn't help, and I lost my cool and told him he is a disgrace to what a man is for deceiving me after I yet again trusted him with this. That I should've blocked her number and deleted it along with everything by my own hands. I told him this is definitely not worth what I put into this relationship, and I deserve so much better than this, taking into account what I've done for him. That if this is what romantic love is, I'm better alone like I was before him, with my cat and parents since at least they won't deceive me and use me for their own good. He kept looking at me like I'm accusing him of something he didn't do, and he kept repeating that I'm looking for trouble now and that "contract" isn't something we should have as a couple and we should be more flexible, and he started guilt-tripping me saying, "how can I live with myself after asking him to 'abandon' a family member," and kept going. I kept yelling at him that an agreement is an agreement regardless of what he's accusing me of being and that if he doesn't abide by it, we are done as I don't wish to spend the rest of my life with someone who isn't sure about wanting to be with me and isn't ready to pay the price to do so.
He pulled up his phone and proceeded to block her and showed me that he did it, saying he'll only unblock her to talk about the money. I called BS on that as he used to send money to his dad's friends before, and it was all fine, and now Y is suddenly the key to money transfer? I demanded his phone, saying that it's been already a week since cutting her was scheduled, and I demanded an explanation of why he didn't do it and why he didn't consult me with the money thingy, especially because Y is involved as well as the trust in this relationship, that if he's saying the truth, he should have no issue handing his phone over. As I walked to the table where his phone was at (we have the same passwords to everything and we use 1 account for Meta, for those who would say that he has a right to privacy. There is a difference between privacy and hiding secrets), he sprinted across the room and hid it behind him, saying, "no you won't look at it as I have decided I won't let you meddle with my family matters anymore." To say I was baffled is an understatement. I told him he has until tomorrow (today) to give a valid reason why I should believe anything he says concerning this matter and if he doesn't, he'd better be ready to deal with the consequences.
When I said y'all, what I've done for him, beyond the "turning a blind eye on his behavior" thing, I spent hours and hours talking to him and understanding him and why he says and does what he does, as it turns out the ways of the family he grew up in are so weird, if not abnormal, even for a religious person. How he was raised to deal with people and feel is just too much. No wonder Y turned out the way she did. I also supported him financially while he was going through school while I was a student myself (I'm now a graduated engineer with 2 masters). I provided the emotional support as well as a place for him. I helped him with the paperwork multiple times and considered him a priority over myself (a huge mistake, I know).
I'm in a tough spot now as we are living together off of his income while I'm supposed to go back to school for another master's. I do odd jobs, but they are nowhere near enough to support myself. He promised he'll take care of me financially as I did to him, and he'd always do no matter what (he's keeping that promise at least), but my pride won't allow me to keep accepting money from my manipulative and disrespectful ex. I am considering dropping out of the master's program and going back home, but I am not ready to spend my time with my parents depressed about my wasted 5 years...
I thought I would post this in true off my chest, but I really want to know... Am I being stubborn for not letting the issue of his disrespectful sister go? I feel like him allowing her to live her life after such behavior with no consequence is establishing that it's okay for her to disrespect me and he is okay with her disrespecting us, as well as feeling like he's protecting her feelings and neglecting mine. I know I'm a toxic empath and I am in therapy for various reasons. I shouldn't doubt that he is in the wrong for this but i don't know how to navigate this anymore...
Please be kind...
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This might be a lengthy story as a background to this is necessary. This is also my side/POV of the events, so bear that in mind and thanks for reading in advance. This is a serious post, and I am not joking or making up things. If you won't be nice enough to offer help/opinion/support, please just ignore the post instead of leaving hateful comments. It might sound like a joke to you, but it's causing someone else a headache on how to defuse the situation.
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******** So some background and context: ********
So my bf and I met and started dating 5 years ago as freshmen in college. During the first months of getting to know each other, I came to meet his younger sister, 18 at that time, let's call her Y, and his friend, 20M, when he invited them to a party my sorority was hosting. It is safe to say, she didn't like me. I was fine with that at that time since he and I weren't a thing yet and she didn't even know me enough to hate me, so I treated her with the basic human respect. I hosted her in my room that night and made her and I breakfast and lunch before my bf took her home. A month after that, my bf and I started dating and we decided to go out. Y tagged along on the date, brought their other sibling (16F), and basically linked arms with my bf the whole "date," leaving me with the younger sibling. I voiced my concern to my first-time bf later, and he apologized, saying he didn't know it was "an intimate" date, so he just accepted them coming when they said they wanted to.
Fast forward to Spring, Covid hit, and we had to go LDR. During those discord calls we had at night, by each passing day, the times Y would barge into the room at 11PM without knocking increased. She'd downplay it by waving, then chatting with my bf for 30min or asking him to come do the simplest of things for her... At midnight... while she's well aware him and I are having our intimate time of the day, after bf informed her he's spending time with me... It became so unbearable that I had to ask my bf to either install a lock on his door or it's better to end it because the disrespect he was allowing was too much.
The second year of college, she went to France to study. I thought that maybe she would focus on her Med studies and forget about me and loosen up her obsession with her brother, but little did I know that would only make it worse. In our Uni, we were allowed to either go for a semester, a year, or two to study somewhere else. The moment bf became aware of her leaving, he applied for the semester leave to join her, while he and I agreed during freshman year that the best course of action for us is to finish college in 3 years and start work ASAP. Despite that, I helped him get his documents in order, spoke to some teachers I was close to, and helped financially as well. What I didn't know during that time, is that Y spread rumors about me and my "commoner origins" and how unsophisticated I was for her brother and he deserves better than a h** as she asked around my town, and that is what came up when my name was mentioned (which is absolutely not true, and my bf was my first relationship ever at the age of 20). My dumb of a bf believed her without even asking me about it and was planning to ghost me and break up with me the moment he landed in France too. And that was what exactly happened. I spent 15 days doubting my self-worth and my self-esteem hit rock bottom. My bestie (25M today) didn't like that and he tried to mediate between us and he got him to apologize a month later. But the damage to me was already done, and I was emotionally manipulated into believing I was the bad guy, so like a dumbass, I gave it a second go. During the time they both were in France, Y would constantly come up to him, while video chatting with me, and kiss him on the cheek, or pat his head. She would sometimes tell him to turn off all light in the room and make no sounds as she wants to sleep at 8 PM. It was too much, and she no longer hid her hostility towards me.
In the third year, I applied for a two-year Master's Degree and got accepted into a prestigious engineering school in France too. We moved in together, and things were okay for the first few weeks until I started noticing things (as in objects) that indicated different information than what I was told while LDR. When confronted, and after a few hours of retaliation, bf finally gave in and confessed to lying to me for the 8 months we were apart. All those times he said he was sleeping early, he was actually at parties with her because she didn't want to go alone. When he promised he'd go to Disneyland Paris with me for the first time, he lied as he already had gone with her. He traveled Europe with her instead of waiting 4 weeks for me to come to France (it was a promised plan we made). The truths just kept coming to the point where he admitted that the hostility Y has towards me is a result of him telling her about our private and intimate matters, but only my reactions and my deeds, with zero mention of why I reacted and what he did, basically making me the villain.
Some of you guys would think that these are petty things and that I should let them go. It is true that those "things" are petty, but the meaning behind them isn't. The way I saw and see it even now is that I was deceived, lied to, and manipulated. I was also far from being a priority for a couple that's been together for 3 years at the time.
In the fourth year, we were back at the LDR despite my objection due to the trauma of him ghosting me happening again. The only reason I gave in was him promising me an apology from Y as he was sure she was a good person at heart and would recognize her wrongdoings. Surprise surprise, she wasn't. Y yet again manipulated her way out of an apology, telling my bf she would absolutely apologize to me if that was what he wanted, but she would also tell me about how he goes to parties behind my back and that he just doesn't want to reply and answer my calls and other things that aren't even close to being true. Basically coercing him into forgetting about her apologizing.
I threw my first ever tantrum and told him past this point, it's been already 2 years of her being an ignorant lil disrespectful of a b-word, and the only reason I still didn't pay her back for all the rumors and slander is out of love for my bf, that he needs to make a decision to either cut her off until she apologizes, or to let me go instead of feeding me hopeless and empty promises of being on my team while deceiving me, as this is a waste of my youth.
******** a lengthy background but necessary... ********
Now, during this past March, we were attending a Cosplay Event and had a blast. We went home together with my bestie. While we were eating, we were talking about our friends and how they are managing their lives and such, and a couple was brought up that had trust issues, probably worse than what my bf and I have. My bf then proudly stated that we don't have the kind of trust issues they had and that he is so happy about that (opposed genders, cheating, inappropriate conduct, etc...). I said jokingly that being delulu isn't the solulu and that we do have as big of trust issues as they do if not even worse, and I asked him if he solved the issue of his sister's disrespect to us as a couple and me as an individual, he stayed silent. I asked again if he had made up his mind concerning this issue as it took longer than it should. He stayed silent again. I asked, "So did you block her at least?" He said no.
I told him as calmly as I could that it is so hypocritical of him to say we don't have trust issues while he still fails to show necessary trust in the relationship, that it is shameful of him to play with me and my time because he can't make up his mind and that instead of being a man about it and admitting he can't punish Oh-little-angel-sister for her conduct and siding with me as he keeps claiming "we are a team," he is wasting my time, pushing this issue to the back of his head, just wanting to sweep it under the rug hoping I won't notice or that time will make it alright. I told him the more time he's wasting, the harder it is for me to forgive her and him specifically. I can't control what she feels or says, but Y's behavior is his responsibility, and I shouldn't be a target of her hatred. He failed to control his family and prevent complete strangers to me's harm coming my way that if not for him, I wouldn't have to deal with, that alone is proof he isn't trustworthy.
He silently walked to the balcony and stayed there for 30 min. When he came in, he started crying, saying I am bullying him and that I have no right to yell at him and tell him what to do concerning his family matters. Bestie then interrupted and told him he was sitting with us, and not even for a second was I disrespectful or raised my voice and that I was right in saying what I did. He then asked bf if he even had any intentions of cutting Y off. He said no. I told bf then that this relationship has no solid base to it as it was built on lies and deception and that I'm done, that he can sleep somewhere else until he finds his own place and that I don't wish to speak of this or to him anymore.
The bestie stayed talking to him. After 30 min, he came to me saying he wanted to talk. I kept rejecting until he said that he is willing to write an agreement with me where we agree on expectations and a time frame, with the end result being either I get an apology or he's siding with me.
The two months period of time ended on 12th May. Shocked but not surprised, he asked me to give him 10 more days to talk to Y as she had a jaw surgery and is unable to speak for now, and he used that time to mend things with other family members that wronged me. I granted the 10 days as I was flying to see my family anyway. When I came back, I asked about the outcome, and he stated he did speak to her but didn't finish saying what he wanted to say and asked me for 2 extra days, and he'd take full responsibility for the days he made me wait. I brought it up again after that period of time, and he said, on the 25th May, that it saddens him that it came to this but "what should be done will be done." I left it at that and never asked again.
Yesterday we were gaming, and notifications kept popping on his phone. I said, "I hope that's not your sister and her shenanigans again but no, since you blocked her, it can't be." I looked at him, smiling, and he was quiet. I stopped playing and asked him again if he blocked her, to which he responded, "No, I talk to her still about money that I send my father." The fact that we were both tipsy to drunk didn't help, and I lost my cool and told him he is a disgrace to what a man is for deceiving me after I yet again trusted him with this. That I should've blocked her number and deleted it along with everything by my own hands. I told him this is definitely not worth what I put into this relationship, and I deserve so much better than this, taking into account what I've done for him. That if this is what romantic love is, I'm better alone like I was before him, with my cat and parents since at least they won't deceive me and use me for their own good. He kept looking at me like I'm accusing him of something he didn't do, and he kept repeating that I'm looking for trouble now and that "contract" isn't something we should have as a couple and we should be more flexible, and he started guilt-tripping me saying, "how can I live with myself after asking him to 'abandon' a family member," and kept going. I kept yelling at him that an agreement is an agreement regardless of what he's accusing me of being and that if he doesn't abide by it, we are done as I don't wish to spend the rest of my life with someone who isn't sure about wanting to be with me and isn't ready to pay the price to do so.
He pulled up his phone and proceeded to block her and showed me that he did it, saying he'll only unblock her to talk about the money. I called BS on that as he used to send money to his dad's friends before, and it was all fine, and now Y is suddenly the key to money transfer? I demanded his phone, saying that it's been already a week since cutting her was scheduled, and I demanded an explanation of why he didn't do it and why he didn't consult me with the money thingy, especially because Y is involved as well as the trust in this relationship, that if he's saying the truth, he should have no issue handing his phone over. As I walked to the table where his phone was at (we have the same passwords to everything and we use 1 account for Meta, for those who would say that he has a right to privacy. There is a difference between privacy and hiding secrets), he sprinted across the room and hid it behind him, saying, "no you won't look at it as I have decided I won't let you meddle with my family matters anymore." To say I was baffled is an understatement. I told him he has until tomorrow (today) to give a valid reason why I should believe anything he says concerning this matter and if he doesn't, he'd better be ready to deal with the consequences.
When I said y'all, what I've done for him, beyond the "turning a blind eye on his behavior" thing, I spent hours and hours talking to him and understanding him and why he says and does what he does, as it turns out the ways of the family he grew up in are so weird, if not abnormal, even for a religious person. How he was raised to deal with people and feel is just too much. No wonder Y turned out the way she did. I also supported him financially while he was going through school while I was a student myself (I'm now a graduated engineer with 2 masters). I provided the emotional support as well as a place for him. I helped him with the paperwork multiple times and considered him a priority over myself (a huge mistake, I know).
I'm in a tough spot now as we are living together off of his income while I'm supposed to go back to school for another master's. I do odd jobs, but they are nowhere near enough to support myself. He promised he'll take care of me financially as I did to him, and he'd always do no matter what (he's keeping that promise at least), but my pride won't allow me to keep accepting money from my manipulative and disrespectful ex. I am considering dropping out of the master's program and going back home, but I am not ready to spend my time with my parents depressed about my wasted 5 years...
I thought I would post this in true off my chest, but I really want to know... Am I being stubborn for not letting the issue of his disrespectful sister go? I feel like him allowing her to live her life after such behavior with no consequence is establishing that it's okay for her to disrespect me and he is okay with her disrespecting us, as well as feeling like he's protecting her feelings and neglecting mine. I know I'm a toxic empath and I am in therapy for various reasons. I shouldn't doubt that he is in the wrong for this but i don't know how to navigate this anymore...
Please be kind...
2024.06.02 15:06 throwaway4fem A simp to Ashley and her family. [Chapter 1]
A re-post since my last one was accidentally deleted.
My 1st time writing like this. No where near as good as the others here. But thought it would be fun to try! And now, the story of a simp...
"It's not fair, mom. Why is Dad pushing that I have to do my own chores when Davey wants to help!!"
Ashley Smith stood in their suburban family's living room with her hand on her hip and the most adorable pout. She is a senior in high school this year and the most beautiful woman in the world, well, to me anyway. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm David Pousey. Same grade as Ashley, and hopelessly in love with her since 8th grade!
What started as a crush has really blossomed into true love. I'm just uh, waiting until that's reciprocated. But I can't rush something like this. Ashley is GORGEOUS. 5'10", long brunette hair, perfectly tan skin, and thin but with the most perfect breasts that draw stares and envy wherever she goes. I used to be tongue tied and have butterflies in my tummy from being in the same room with her. Well, I guess I still do. But I’m getting better!
There were times where I would be so nervous I couldn't speak.That was until I won her affection that fateful afternoon she "forgot" we had homework due:
I took my assigned seat in class 5 minutes before the bell rang. By some miracle I was assigned the seat directly behind Ashley. It was maddening to be so close, I could smell her perfume/scent. That alone would often have me close enough to the edge where I would run off and take a “bathroom break” after class. I somehow was able to get good grades by excess studying, despite spending most classes daydreaming about wedding bells in chapels. Mr. and Mrs. Ashley Smith has such a nice ring to it!
"Shit. I completely forgot the assignment was due today. I went over to Jason's last night and totally spaced". Ashley was talking to her best friend, Jessica, before class started.
"Yea, I bet you 'spaced', spaced those legs out real wide" Jessica said with a wink and a laugh.
Ashley giggled back. "Seriously! Miss Stevens is gonna totally flunk me. My dad is gonna kill me"
I mustered all the courage. This was my big shot. I had sat behind these 2 all year and never managed to make a peep. This was it. The moment that changed everything.
I stuttered out, "You, you, uh, um, oh excuse me, uh, you can have my h-homework..."
They both looked back at me, as if just noticing I was sitting there for the 1st time.
"Hi, h-hi, A-Ashley. You can um, you can take my essay. I actually have a good average in th-this class, so 1 assignment is no b-bother. Really".
Jessica's signature grin crept across her face. "Your just gonna give her your homework? Her name isn't even printed at the top, idiot".
Ashley just sat there taking me in. She looked at me after Jessica's question , waiting how I would answer. She had the most adorable furrowed brow.
"I, Oh, I, um, have it saved on my flashdrive h-here. I can run to the school library and update the names q-quick, um, you know, if you want me to?"
Jessica put her palm to her forehead and could no longer contain her contempt with a slight laugh and a groan, “Oh god… where do you find these guys, ash?"
Ashley's questioned look morphed into 1 of pure relief. "Aw stop it Jess! He's being sweet. That would be great, uh, Daniel, right?"
"It-It's um, uh, D-David."
"Oh right! That's it, Davey!
I cringed inwardly. I didn't like that variant of my name so much. Coming from her mouth it didn't sound so bad though.
Ahley looked at me with an expectant look. "Well, you know class is starting soon..."
Jessica leaned in. "Yea better scurry off, simp. The library is across the building."
There was no defending me from Jessica this time. Ashley just looked at me and gently nodded along.
And with that, I of course flung out of my seat and went to run to the library. Of course, in my flustered state, I tripped over Ashley's bookbag as I was leaving and tumbled to the floor. The whole class laughed, maybe Jessica the hardest, but not my Ashley. I looked up at her from my position on the floor, and she just smiled and shooed me off with her hand. But she did it with a smile and a nod. It may have been mixed with pity, but it made me feel like no matter what happens, no matter the humiliation, or sacrificing my own grade to help hers, it was all going to be okay. As long as Ashley was happy, it was all worth it!
And that day started our friendship. I was always at her beck and call. Somewhere along the way I even managed to suck up to her and blur the lines of our friendship, no, we weren't in a "relationship" exactly. Actually, pretty far from it unfortunately, from a classic boyfriend/girlfriend. But something else entirely. But if I play my cards right, she might start seeing me as boyfriend material, then maybe, even husband material...
"It's BULLSHIT!" Ashley blurted out.
I was ripped back to the present. Ashley argued with her mother in front of me.
"Language, young lady!"
Ashley's mom, Mrs. Smith, was another knockout. At 45, though her hair was lighter, she pretty much just looked like an older version of Ashley. She had gained a slight “fuller" look in her older years, but to me it was as if it pretty much only padded only the most desirable areas. It was very clear that I guess a large bust runs in the family. The whole family included them, their charming and confident father, Mr. Smith, and Ashley's sister, Liz, who was a freshman in our school. While Ashley and I were 18.
"You know how your father is, dear. He's just old fashioned. He grew up doing his chores, and now he wants you to build character by doing them yourself."
"Building character, Mom? Seriously?" Ashley and her mom would sometimes get into small arguments like this, but it was never serious. They had a playful, sisterly energy. But I never knew what to do when I was over during one. When I felt weird or awkward, I found the safest bet was to just stand off to the side with my eyes down until I was called.
"Plus, you KNOW Davey loves this shit. You should see him when me and Jess eat lunch at the cafeteria! He jumps as soon as Jess snaps her fingers and Davey throws everything out. The practically sweeps up our crumbs! We don't even have to lift a finger! It’s awesome. Plus he loves it!"
My therapist says I'm a people pleaser. I'm working on it.
“He does not ‘love’ it, young lady! The poor thing is scared half to death of your little partner in crime. He’d probably eat your trash if Jessica gave him a stern look!”
“No, it’s true Mom. You love cleaning and shit, right, Davey?” Ashley looked over at me expectantly.
I started to mumble out a response of “Er, well, I love being helpful to-“
"And he's so good at it too!" Ashley cut in, now addressing her mother. I guess my time for contribution was over. "You saw how he got that stain out of your blouse!"
Mrs. Smith addressed me for the 1st time, "Oh, I have to thank you for that Davey! Honestly wine on a white blouse like that! I thought it was destined for the trash! But all it needed was 40 minutes of being locked in the laundry room with you, and you showed that stain who's boss!"
"See! What's the point of me doing some stupid chores if Davey can do it anyway, and I'm no good with that maid stuff anyway!"
I could tell Ashley was winning this arguement. But I wasn't thrilled about trying to be helpful for her referred to as "maid stuff".
"Oh alright", Mrs. Smith relented. "But don't tell your father! Have Davey HELP you with picking up your room. And I do mean HELP. I don't want to have the poor thing on his hands and knees in there while you kick your feet up!"
"Yayyyy, yes Mom! I promise!" She ran over and gave her a quick hug. It was a sweet moment. I usually keep my eyes down, but looked up just in time to see them embrace. As they hugged I saw the slight shifting in their breasts as they smooshed together in their hug. I shifted in place as my small erection pushed up against my bikini brief underwear.
"Thanks Mom!" Ashley walked toward the stairs as she called over her shoulder "Come, Davey!"
Almost as if a trance I went to follow her upstairs at her command when Mrs. Smith called me back. She was now sitting on her expansive sofa with her feet up and sipping a glass of wine.
"Davey, make sure my little brat of a daughter actually helps you this time! I'm not trying to raise some slob!" she said with a smile.
"Oh- oh,, um, yes, Ma'am. I-I'll be sure to um, well, yes Ma'am, Miss Smith, Ma'am.
Mrs. Smith chuckled, mostly to herself.
"Such a sweet boy... you know between you and me there's a few more items that need tending to in the laundry room. Don't tell Mr. Smith, but it would be great if I had someone to really put some effort and elbow grease into cleaning those more annoying stains. Nothing major; just some of Liz's soccer shorts, grass stains, Mr. smith has some stains on his underwear I’d rather not touch, oh!, and there was some smudge on one of my tops, not sure what. And seeing as you are here and really you have quite a talent for these domestic things. Honestly, you're going to make some nice man a very nice housewife someday!" Mrs. Smith said with a hearty laugh.
I played along and gave a slight laugh at my expense. "Yes, of course, Mrs. Smith I'll um, I of course can um, help, in any way".
I was hoping to get back home at a normal hour tonight. My parents both work long and late hours, so they are never home, or are sleeping in their bedroom, so they won't notice my absence. But since doing the majority of Ashley's homework, mine has been getting a little neglected. And the thought of getting a decent night's sleep sounded soooo nice. I never realized how much being at someone's constant beck and call would drain me. Oh well, I guess I'll be scrubbing away in the Smith family laundry room instead!
"Such a sweet, sweet boy" Mrs. Smith said as she sat and looked at me shaking her head. It was almost a mix of pity, disbelief and amusement. "Okay, off you go now! I don't need Ash getting mad at me that I kept her little loverboy all to myself", and with that she smiled and looked away, looking to see what was on tv. She was done with me for now.
I scurried upstairs nervous I had spent too long downstairs and Ashley would be upset with me.
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My 1st time writing like this. No where near as good as the others here. But thought it would be fun to try! And now, the story of a simp...
"It's not fair, mom. Why is Dad pushing that I have to do my own chores when Davey wants to help!!"
Ashley Smith stood in their suburban family's living room with her hand on her hip and the most adorable pout. She is a senior in high school this year and the most beautiful woman in the world, well, to me anyway. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm David Pousey. Same grade as Ashley, and hopelessly in love with her since 8th grade!
What started as a crush has really blossomed into true love. I'm just uh, waiting until that's reciprocated. But I can't rush something like this. Ashley is GORGEOUS. 5'10", long brunette hair, perfectly tan skin, and thin but with the most perfect breasts that draw stares and envy wherever she goes. I used to be tongue tied and have butterflies in my tummy from being in the same room with her. Well, I guess I still do. But I’m getting better!
There were times where I would be so nervous I couldn't speak.That was until I won her affection that fateful afternoon she "forgot" we had homework due:
I took my assigned seat in class 5 minutes before the bell rang. By some miracle I was assigned the seat directly behind Ashley. It was maddening to be so close, I could smell her perfume/scent. That alone would often have me close enough to the edge where I would run off and take a “bathroom break” after class. I somehow was able to get good grades by excess studying, despite spending most classes daydreaming about wedding bells in chapels. Mr. and Mrs. Ashley Smith has such a nice ring to it!
"Shit. I completely forgot the assignment was due today. I went over to Jason's last night and totally spaced". Ashley was talking to her best friend, Jessica, before class started.
"Yea, I bet you 'spaced', spaced those legs out real wide" Jessica said with a wink and a laugh.
Ashley giggled back. "Seriously! Miss Stevens is gonna totally flunk me. My dad is gonna kill me"
I mustered all the courage. This was my big shot. I had sat behind these 2 all year and never managed to make a peep. This was it. The moment that changed everything.
I stuttered out, "You, you, uh, um, oh excuse me, uh, you can have my h-homework..."
They both looked back at me, as if just noticing I was sitting there for the 1st time.
"Hi, h-hi, A-Ashley. You can um, you can take my essay. I actually have a good average in th-this class, so 1 assignment is no b-bother. Really".
Jessica's signature grin crept across her face. "Your just gonna give her your homework? Her name isn't even printed at the top, idiot".
Ashley just sat there taking me in. She looked at me after Jessica's question , waiting how I would answer. She had the most adorable furrowed brow.
"I, Oh, I, um, have it saved on my flashdrive h-here. I can run to the school library and update the names q-quick, um, you know, if you want me to?"
Jessica put her palm to her forehead and could no longer contain her contempt with a slight laugh and a groan, “Oh god… where do you find these guys, ash?"
Ashley's questioned look morphed into 1 of pure relief. "Aw stop it Jess! He's being sweet. That would be great, uh, Daniel, right?"
"It-It's um, uh, D-David."
"Oh right! That's it, Davey!
I cringed inwardly. I didn't like that variant of my name so much. Coming from her mouth it didn't sound so bad though.
Ahley looked at me with an expectant look. "Well, you know class is starting soon..."
Jessica leaned in. "Yea better scurry off, simp. The library is across the building."
There was no defending me from Jessica this time. Ashley just looked at me and gently nodded along.
And with that, I of course flung out of my seat and went to run to the library. Of course, in my flustered state, I tripped over Ashley's bookbag as I was leaving and tumbled to the floor. The whole class laughed, maybe Jessica the hardest, but not my Ashley. I looked up at her from my position on the floor, and she just smiled and shooed me off with her hand. But she did it with a smile and a nod. It may have been mixed with pity, but it made me feel like no matter what happens, no matter the humiliation, or sacrificing my own grade to help hers, it was all going to be okay. As long as Ashley was happy, it was all worth it!
And that day started our friendship. I was always at her beck and call. Somewhere along the way I even managed to suck up to her and blur the lines of our friendship, no, we weren't in a "relationship" exactly. Actually, pretty far from it unfortunately, from a classic boyfriend/girlfriend. But something else entirely. But if I play my cards right, she might start seeing me as boyfriend material, then maybe, even husband material...
"It's BULLSHIT!" Ashley blurted out.
I was ripped back to the present. Ashley argued with her mother in front of me.
"Language, young lady!"
Ashley's mom, Mrs. Smith, was another knockout. At 45, though her hair was lighter, she pretty much just looked like an older version of Ashley. She had gained a slight “fuller" look in her older years, but to me it was as if it pretty much only padded only the most desirable areas. It was very clear that I guess a large bust runs in the family. The whole family included them, their charming and confident father, Mr. Smith, and Ashley's sister, Liz, who was a freshman in our school. While Ashley and I were 18.
"You know how your father is, dear. He's just old fashioned. He grew up doing his chores, and now he wants you to build character by doing them yourself."
"Building character, Mom? Seriously?" Ashley and her mom would sometimes get into small arguments like this, but it was never serious. They had a playful, sisterly energy. But I never knew what to do when I was over during one. When I felt weird or awkward, I found the safest bet was to just stand off to the side with my eyes down until I was called.
"Plus, you KNOW Davey loves this shit. You should see him when me and Jess eat lunch at the cafeteria! He jumps as soon as Jess snaps her fingers and Davey throws everything out. The practically sweeps up our crumbs! We don't even have to lift a finger! It’s awesome. Plus he loves it!"
My therapist says I'm a people pleaser. I'm working on it.
“He does not ‘love’ it, young lady! The poor thing is scared half to death of your little partner in crime. He’d probably eat your trash if Jessica gave him a stern look!”
“No, it’s true Mom. You love cleaning and shit, right, Davey?” Ashley looked over at me expectantly.
I started to mumble out a response of “Er, well, I love being helpful to-“
"And he's so good at it too!" Ashley cut in, now addressing her mother. I guess my time for contribution was over. "You saw how he got that stain out of your blouse!"
Mrs. Smith addressed me for the 1st time, "Oh, I have to thank you for that Davey! Honestly wine on a white blouse like that! I thought it was destined for the trash! But all it needed was 40 minutes of being locked in the laundry room with you, and you showed that stain who's boss!"
"See! What's the point of me doing some stupid chores if Davey can do it anyway, and I'm no good with that maid stuff anyway!"
I could tell Ashley was winning this arguement. But I wasn't thrilled about trying to be helpful for her referred to as "maid stuff".
"Oh alright", Mrs. Smith relented. "But don't tell your father! Have Davey HELP you with picking up your room. And I do mean HELP. I don't want to have the poor thing on his hands and knees in there while you kick your feet up!"
"Yayyyy, yes Mom! I promise!" She ran over and gave her a quick hug. It was a sweet moment. I usually keep my eyes down, but looked up just in time to see them embrace. As they hugged I saw the slight shifting in their breasts as they smooshed together in their hug. I shifted in place as my small erection pushed up against my bikini brief underwear.
"Thanks Mom!" Ashley walked toward the stairs as she called over her shoulder "Come, Davey!"
Almost as if a trance I went to follow her upstairs at her command when Mrs. Smith called me back. She was now sitting on her expansive sofa with her feet up and sipping a glass of wine.
"Davey, make sure my little brat of a daughter actually helps you this time! I'm not trying to raise some slob!" she said with a smile.
"Oh- oh,, um, yes, Ma'am. I-I'll be sure to um, well, yes Ma'am, Miss Smith, Ma'am.
Mrs. Smith chuckled, mostly to herself.
"Such a sweet boy... you know between you and me there's a few more items that need tending to in the laundry room. Don't tell Mr. Smith, but it would be great if I had someone to really put some effort and elbow grease into cleaning those more annoying stains. Nothing major; just some of Liz's soccer shorts, grass stains, Mr. smith has some stains on his underwear I’d rather not touch, oh!, and there was some smudge on one of my tops, not sure what. And seeing as you are here and really you have quite a talent for these domestic things. Honestly, you're going to make some nice man a very nice housewife someday!" Mrs. Smith said with a hearty laugh.
I played along and gave a slight laugh at my expense. "Yes, of course, Mrs. Smith I'll um, I of course can um, help, in any way".
I was hoping to get back home at a normal hour tonight. My parents both work long and late hours, so they are never home, or are sleeping in their bedroom, so they won't notice my absence. But since doing the majority of Ashley's homework, mine has been getting a little neglected. And the thought of getting a decent night's sleep sounded soooo nice. I never realized how much being at someone's constant beck and call would drain me. Oh well, I guess I'll be scrubbing away in the Smith family laundry room instead!
"Such a sweet, sweet boy" Mrs. Smith said as she sat and looked at me shaking her head. It was almost a mix of pity, disbelief and amusement. "Okay, off you go now! I don't need Ash getting mad at me that I kept her little loverboy all to myself", and with that she smiled and looked away, looking to see what was on tv. She was done with me for now.
I scurried upstairs nervous I had spent too long downstairs and Ashley would be upset with me.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Gillab, Gojid Citizen, Father
Date [Standardized Human Time]: April 3, 2142
Billy refused to leave my side, following behind me almost like a lost child. He had been terrified by his panic attack and said that if he was around me he felt more comfortable. I was beginning to wonder if he had developed some kind of phobia against being left alone, although he claimed that it was just a one-time thing. Still, I would have to be on the lookout for any more panic attacks caused by being left alone. I didn’t want Billy to develop another hurdle to cross, especially one that was caused by me. I would have to find the time to contact Richard privately and explain the situation to him. I should have yesterday, but I had been setting up this meeting instead.
After what Billy said yesterday about meeting my family, I decided to set up a meeting between them. I was certain that Billy and Kirala would get along wonderfully, and Lulaly was sure to cheer him up as well. Plus, Kirala could help Billy understand himself and his emotions, considering that she went through a depressive episode similar to his.
The place we had chosen to meet was a newer place, one meant to bring alien-Human fusion foods to the common passerby. Usually, that kind of food was only for the adventurous or the wealthy, as most Humans tended to stick with what they knew, but Sulolo’s had been doing well enough in its goal. They were making more than enough to keep the lights on, but they hadn’t been able to outcompete the long-time staples that most people were used to. I’m sure that, given enough time, the food will take off in popularity.
I blinked the runaway thought out of my head as I opened the door. I needed to focus, or at least pay attention to my surroundings. Kirala said that she was already there and had picked out a table for us. After a moment of searching, I spotted my wife and my daughter talking with the waitress.
Neither of them noticed me until the waitress left, but once they did I saw them both start to wag their tails. Lulaly hopped out of her chair and rushed up to me, embracing me in an eager hug. After nuzzling me for a second, Lulaly pulled back. “I missed you Dad.”
I couldn’t help but melt. “I missed you too. I want you to tell me all about what’s been happening recently. Every. Little. Detail.”
She giggled as I tapped her on the nose, giving me another, much quicker hug before grabbing me by the hand and leading me to the table. I glanced back as she tugged me along, seeing that Billy was standing awkwardly away from the table, seemingly unsure of how to introduce himself.
“Oh, but before you start, I want to introduce you to someone. Billy, I’d like to introduce you to my wonderful daughter, Lulaly, and my beautiful wife Kirala. Kirala, Lulaly, this is Billy Marsh, the man who saved my life.”
Billy stepped forward hesitantly, the nervous bounce in his leg barely poking through as he extended his hand to Kirala. “H-hello, it’s nice to meet you. Your husband has told me lots about you.”
Kirala shook his hand firmly, giving a small laugh as she did. “All wonderful, I assume?”
Billy smiled nervously and pulled his hand away. “Of course.”
Billy then turned his attention to Lulaly, smiling softly as he spoke. “And he has told me just as many wonderful things about you.”
Lulaly froze, looked him up and down, and spoke without hesitation. “Why are your arms a different color than your face?”
Everyone’s eyes widened in surprise, even if Kirala and I were used to Lulaly’s straightforwardness, I never expected her to ask such a sensitive question immediately. Billy let his mouth hang open for a second before responding slowly. “Well, um, you see, my arms can ever change color. The- they are bionic. Not real. Fake.”
To hammer the point home, Billy pulled his sleeve back, revealing a subtle cut off between the two skin tones. With the sleeves covering the seam where his bionics connected, it was impossible to tell that he even had them. A passive observer would assume that his face just got less sun than his arms, somehow, and continue on.
“When they were put on, they were set to a certain skin tone that matched mine the best. I could go in and have it altered to match my current tone, but that would just be wasted time. I’ve just dealt with slightly different colored arms and no one has really noticed unless I told them they were fake.”
Lulaly puffed her chest out with pride. “I’m just that smart.”
I wagged my tail and guided her back to her seat. “You sure are. Lulaly’s always been ahead of the class in certain subjects. Plus she has always had an eye for detail. She’s a very smart girl, just as smart as the older kids.”
Lulaly hopped into her seat. “I’m smarter than them!”
I placed my hands on my hips in pride. “You sure are.”
Billy and I found our way to our seats and ordered our meals, getting the necessities out of the way before we earnestly started the conversation. I ordered a simple salad made from leaves of various planets, Kirala ordered something more homely, a Human-Gojid style stew, Julaly ordered an exotic-sounding dish from Sillis made with polo fruit, and Billy kept it simple with a mixed vegetable sandwich. I was slightly surprised that no one ordered anything with meat in it, it wasn’t like anyone here still had the cure, but I guess everyone was just wanting to be nice.
Once everything was set in order, Kirala took a sip of her water and started the conversation. “Well Billy, I guess I’ve been wanting to say this for a bit now, but felt like I needed to do this in person. Thank you.”
Billy looked slightly confused. “What for?”
Kirala chuckled. “Well, for saving my husband first off. Even if we had no way of knowing that we were going to meet, had we never did, I feel like my life would have been much worse.”
“Don’t thank me, anyone could have done what I did.”
I shook my head. “I really don’t think they could have. You went through hell to save me, I don’t know a single other person who could do the same.”
“That’s what everyone keeps telling me, but I really don’t think it’s true. I am–I was– just a soldier doing my job.”
I glanced at Kirala, giving her a small nod. She returned with one of her own, understanding how similar Billy’s situation was to hers. “I still think you are underselling yourself. You need to give yourself much more credit. You are strong, you did amazing things, you need to recognize that and give yourself credit for them. I know I didn’t, it put me in a very similar situation.”
Billy sighed. “Gillab had told me, but it’s not the same.”
Kirala nodded. “Nothing will be the same. No one else is you. Your experiences are unique only to you and you will have a wholly unique way of coming to terms with them. But there are people with similar experiences, people who can help you find the right path to take to find your own way.”
Kirala stared at me for a moment. “Gillab was that person for me. He was the first person I met who understood me. He helped me find my footing, brought color back into my life, and supported me through any relapses I had. Gillab is trying to be that person for you too. If he’s not, and you aren’t comfortable enough with him to talk about it, that’s fine, but let him help you find someone who you feel you can talk to.”
Billy paused for a moment. “Gillab is… He’s… It’s not that I don’t trust Gillab, but I can't talk about it with him. I don’t know why, but, it’s like, if I really get into, I don’t know, I think I’m going to push him away.”
I leaned forward. “Billy, there is nothing you could do to push me away. But if you really can’t feel comfortable telling me, let’s look for a therapist. We could even ask Richard to help us find one.”
Billy bit his lip for a second before sighing. “I don’t know. I-I’ll think about it.”
Warmth welled up in my heart. Hearing Billy take another step on the path to getting help would always make my day, even if he was just thinking about it. I don’t know if I understood why he couldn’t talk about his issues with me, but at the same time, I was thankful that he was going to a professional. Even if I wouldn’t admit it to him now, I always felt like I was inadequately prepared to help him.
Just as Billy finished speaking, the waitress brought us our food. As the food was laid out in front, I could see Billy smiling softly in his seat. As the food was dug into and our first bites were taken, I watched everyone gauge just how good the food was. It seemed that everyone was enjoying their meal, even the ever-picky Lulaly.
Kirala was the first to speak, wiping away some broth with a napkin as she did. “Wow, you have to try this stew, it’s really good.”
I finished a bite from my salad. “Is it? It looks pretty average to me.”
“Well, looks can be deceiving, you know.”
I chuckled and wagged my tail. “Oh, I know all about deceiving looks.”
Billy smiled. “Why do I get the impression you are talking about me?”
I wagged my tail as I speared more leaves. “I have no idea what you are talking about. Clearly, there is a misunderstanding, right Lulaly?”
My daughter looked up from her plate, mouth full of fruit and fork still gripped tightly in her claw. “Huh?”
“Oh, nothing. Say, how has school been going recently?”
Lulaly swallowed her bite finally. “It’s been going great! We had a sub… substittoo… Mr. Jenkim wasn’t there yesterday so we had Mrs. Willis instead. She was super nice, she gave us more free time than Mr. Jenkim does."
“That sounds wonderful. Did you have any big tests or projects?”
Julaly thought for a moment. “No. There was a math quiz, but math is easy! Oh, and Jammie came over the other day. We played a lot. Then he went home be-”
Julaly stopped herself in the middle of a sentence, and she only does that when she thinks she might get in trouble or when she sees something she really wants. With the history that Jammie and Julaly had, I was going to guess it was the first one. “Did he hurt himself on your quills again?”
Julaly couldn’t help but smile and look away. “Nooo… Only a little. We were playing tag.”
I wagged my tail and shook my head. “Tag… no wonder.”
Billy found it funny as well, chuckling to himself slightly. “Tag with a Gojid. Hey Gillab, that kinda reminds me of what you did back on the Cradle.”
I cocked my head to the side in confusion. “What? Be scared of you?”
“No, after that. I was feeling down one day, and you decided that the best course of action was to snuggle up to me.”
Kirala nearly shot water out of her nose, cough-laughing as she reached for a napkin. “You did what? Why haven’t I heard of this?”
I raised my paws in defense. “Okay, so, at the time I didn’t realize that cuddling to Humans was much more intimate. I just wanted to cheer him up, is all.”
Billy smiled. “You could have asked before you did though. I nearly impaled myself on your spines when I woke up.”
I bobbed my head back and forth. “Yeah, yeah. You're welcome. Anyways, enough about that, Aliert and Tintak both want to meet you again before they have to leave, I was hoping that we could meet them in the park again soon.”
Billy nodded. “That works with me. I feel like I need to apologize to them for how I acted last time I talked to them. If possible I would like to see Kertava as well.”
I winced at her name. “Uhm, Kertava might not remember you. She uhm… She had a serious brain injury in that tower and lost a lot of her memories. Right now she’s in a mental hospital, and it looks like she’s getting better, but she might not even remember you.”
Billy’s face grew somber. “Ah, I see. I’d still like to at least see her, maybe it might help spark some memories.”
I nodded. “If you want to visit her, you should talk to Aliert, he’s the one who visits her the most. I only visit sometimes, and Tintak has only gone to see her once.”
Billy nodded. “I guess that means I really should apologize.”
The rest of the meal went by smoothly, filled with casual talk about anything that came to mind. Billy revealed further knowledge of potato lore by describing all of the ways that a potato could be cooked. I never knew that a singular, misshapen root could be so versatile. By the end of the meal, Billy’s face seemed to be glowing, at least compared to what it looked like earlier. He had gotten comfortable around my family, letting himself speak freely.
Eventually, the bills were delivered and our conversation came to an end. Everyone gathered around the entrance for one final goodbye. However, Julaly’s attention was focused across the street on something I couldn’t find. I placed a claw on her head and started my goodbye. But before I could start, Billy started his own goodbye.
“Tonight was really fun. I’m glad to finally meet you Kirala, and you too, Lulaly.”
Instead of responding like she normally would, she only nodded her head. I glanced to her, trying to figure out what had her attention, but conceded when all I saw was a sidewalk.
Kirala stuck out her claw. “It was wonderful to finally meet the man who saved my husband's life.”
Billy smiled. “I was just doing my job. I’m just happy that you are all here for me. Oh, and, uh, Gillab? You don’t have to stay with me anymore. I’m not going to ever even think of suicide again. I owe you a world of thanks for pulling me back from that edge. If we hadn’t met by chance at the memorial, I wouldn’t be here.”
Billy’s face slowly turned melancholic, simultaneously smiling and crying. “I’m- I’m so thankful for you.”
I let go of Lulaly and opened my arms to hug him. “I was just doing what any good friend should.”
Billy ignored my quills and gave me a tight hug, slowly wobbling back and forth. As Billy hugged me tightly, he continued to thank me, each time with more emotion put into it. This was the culmination of my time with Billy. I had pulled him out of that very deep and impossibly dark pit in his own mind and showed him that he had made a difference. He was anything but useless, and even if there would be lingering trauma for some time to come, he could face it head-on with the help of everyone who he has helped in the past.
But as I pulled away and reached my claw back for Lulaly, I noticed she wasn’t there. I turned around to find her, only to have my heart plummet in my chest. She had run onto the road carelessly, and there was a car hurtling toward her.
Kirala noticed it at the same time, screaming Lulaly’s name in fear as I tried to force my body forward, but all the yell did was make her stop in the middle of the road and notice the danger she was in. She was frozen in fear, and there was nothing I could do to get to her quickly enough.
As the worst possibilities raced through my mind, I barely registered a flash of color to my left. Billy raced onto the street as bystanders finally turned to see what the commission was. With his bionic leg, he was easily able to outrun me, but it didn’t seem like it was going to be enough. Even as the car slammed on the brakes, it was still screeching towards my daughter.
At the last moment, Billy leapt forward and tackled Lulaly, shielding her with his own body. The car slammed into them, launching them down the street with a sickening thud. Billy held Lulaly tightly to his chest as they rolled down the road, stopping a great distance away from the now-stopped car.
I blinked out of my stunned state and turned back to Kirala. “CALL AN AMBLANCE!”
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Date [Standardized Human Time]: April 3, 2142
Billy refused to leave my side, following behind me almost like a lost child. He had been terrified by his panic attack and said that if he was around me he felt more comfortable. I was beginning to wonder if he had developed some kind of phobia against being left alone, although he claimed that it was just a one-time thing. Still, I would have to be on the lookout for any more panic attacks caused by being left alone. I didn’t want Billy to develop another hurdle to cross, especially one that was caused by me. I would have to find the time to contact Richard privately and explain the situation to him. I should have yesterday, but I had been setting up this meeting instead.
After what Billy said yesterday about meeting my family, I decided to set up a meeting between them. I was certain that Billy and Kirala would get along wonderfully, and Lulaly was sure to cheer him up as well. Plus, Kirala could help Billy understand himself and his emotions, considering that she went through a depressive episode similar to his.
The place we had chosen to meet was a newer place, one meant to bring alien-Human fusion foods to the common passerby. Usually, that kind of food was only for the adventurous or the wealthy, as most Humans tended to stick with what they knew, but Sulolo’s had been doing well enough in its goal. They were making more than enough to keep the lights on, but they hadn’t been able to outcompete the long-time staples that most people were used to. I’m sure that, given enough time, the food will take off in popularity.
I blinked the runaway thought out of my head as I opened the door. I needed to focus, or at least pay attention to my surroundings. Kirala said that she was already there and had picked out a table for us. After a moment of searching, I spotted my wife and my daughter talking with the waitress.
Neither of them noticed me until the waitress left, but once they did I saw them both start to wag their tails. Lulaly hopped out of her chair and rushed up to me, embracing me in an eager hug. After nuzzling me for a second, Lulaly pulled back. “I missed you Dad.”
I couldn’t help but melt. “I missed you too. I want you to tell me all about what’s been happening recently. Every. Little. Detail.”
She giggled as I tapped her on the nose, giving me another, much quicker hug before grabbing me by the hand and leading me to the table. I glanced back as she tugged me along, seeing that Billy was standing awkwardly away from the table, seemingly unsure of how to introduce himself.
“Oh, but before you start, I want to introduce you to someone. Billy, I’d like to introduce you to my wonderful daughter, Lulaly, and my beautiful wife Kirala. Kirala, Lulaly, this is Billy Marsh, the man who saved my life.”
Billy stepped forward hesitantly, the nervous bounce in his leg barely poking through as he extended his hand to Kirala. “H-hello, it’s nice to meet you. Your husband has told me lots about you.”
Kirala shook his hand firmly, giving a small laugh as she did. “All wonderful, I assume?”
Billy smiled nervously and pulled his hand away. “Of course.”
Billy then turned his attention to Lulaly, smiling softly as he spoke. “And he has told me just as many wonderful things about you.”
Lulaly froze, looked him up and down, and spoke without hesitation. “Why are your arms a different color than your face?”
Everyone’s eyes widened in surprise, even if Kirala and I were used to Lulaly’s straightforwardness, I never expected her to ask such a sensitive question immediately. Billy let his mouth hang open for a second before responding slowly. “Well, um, you see, my arms can ever change color. The- they are bionic. Not real. Fake.”
To hammer the point home, Billy pulled his sleeve back, revealing a subtle cut off between the two skin tones. With the sleeves covering the seam where his bionics connected, it was impossible to tell that he even had them. A passive observer would assume that his face just got less sun than his arms, somehow, and continue on.
“When they were put on, they were set to a certain skin tone that matched mine the best. I could go in and have it altered to match my current tone, but that would just be wasted time. I’ve just dealt with slightly different colored arms and no one has really noticed unless I told them they were fake.”
Lulaly puffed her chest out with pride. “I’m just that smart.”
I wagged my tail and guided her back to her seat. “You sure are. Lulaly’s always been ahead of the class in certain subjects. Plus she has always had an eye for detail. She’s a very smart girl, just as smart as the older kids.”
Lulaly hopped into her seat. “I’m smarter than them!”
I placed my hands on my hips in pride. “You sure are.”
Billy and I found our way to our seats and ordered our meals, getting the necessities out of the way before we earnestly started the conversation. I ordered a simple salad made from leaves of various planets, Kirala ordered something more homely, a Human-Gojid style stew, Julaly ordered an exotic-sounding dish from Sillis made with polo fruit, and Billy kept it simple with a mixed vegetable sandwich. I was slightly surprised that no one ordered anything with meat in it, it wasn’t like anyone here still had the cure, but I guess everyone was just wanting to be nice.
Once everything was set in order, Kirala took a sip of her water and started the conversation. “Well Billy, I guess I’ve been wanting to say this for a bit now, but felt like I needed to do this in person. Thank you.”
Billy looked slightly confused. “What for?”
Kirala chuckled. “Well, for saving my husband first off. Even if we had no way of knowing that we were going to meet, had we never did, I feel like my life would have been much worse.”
“Don’t thank me, anyone could have done what I did.”
I shook my head. “I really don’t think they could have. You went through hell to save me, I don’t know a single other person who could do the same.”
“That’s what everyone keeps telling me, but I really don’t think it’s true. I am–I was– just a soldier doing my job.”
I glanced at Kirala, giving her a small nod. She returned with one of her own, understanding how similar Billy’s situation was to hers. “I still think you are underselling yourself. You need to give yourself much more credit. You are strong, you did amazing things, you need to recognize that and give yourself credit for them. I know I didn’t, it put me in a very similar situation.”
Billy sighed. “Gillab had told me, but it’s not the same.”
Kirala nodded. “Nothing will be the same. No one else is you. Your experiences are unique only to you and you will have a wholly unique way of coming to terms with them. But there are people with similar experiences, people who can help you find the right path to take to find your own way.”
Kirala stared at me for a moment. “Gillab was that person for me. He was the first person I met who understood me. He helped me find my footing, brought color back into my life, and supported me through any relapses I had. Gillab is trying to be that person for you too. If he’s not, and you aren’t comfortable enough with him to talk about it, that’s fine, but let him help you find someone who you feel you can talk to.”
Billy paused for a moment. “Gillab is… He’s… It’s not that I don’t trust Gillab, but I can't talk about it with him. I don’t know why, but, it’s like, if I really get into, I don’t know, I think I’m going to push him away.”
I leaned forward. “Billy, there is nothing you could do to push me away. But if you really can’t feel comfortable telling me, let’s look for a therapist. We could even ask Richard to help us find one.”
Billy bit his lip for a second before sighing. “I don’t know. I-I’ll think about it.”
Warmth welled up in my heart. Hearing Billy take another step on the path to getting help would always make my day, even if he was just thinking about it. I don’t know if I understood why he couldn’t talk about his issues with me, but at the same time, I was thankful that he was going to a professional. Even if I wouldn’t admit it to him now, I always felt like I was inadequately prepared to help him.
Just as Billy finished speaking, the waitress brought us our food. As the food was laid out in front, I could see Billy smiling softly in his seat. As the food was dug into and our first bites were taken, I watched everyone gauge just how good the food was. It seemed that everyone was enjoying their meal, even the ever-picky Lulaly.
Kirala was the first to speak, wiping away some broth with a napkin as she did. “Wow, you have to try this stew, it’s really good.”
I finished a bite from my salad. “Is it? It looks pretty average to me.”
“Well, looks can be deceiving, you know.”
I chuckled and wagged my tail. “Oh, I know all about deceiving looks.”
Billy smiled. “Why do I get the impression you are talking about me?”
I wagged my tail as I speared more leaves. “I have no idea what you are talking about. Clearly, there is a misunderstanding, right Lulaly?”
My daughter looked up from her plate, mouth full of fruit and fork still gripped tightly in her claw. “Huh?”
“Oh, nothing. Say, how has school been going recently?”
Lulaly swallowed her bite finally. “It’s been going great! We had a sub… substittoo… Mr. Jenkim wasn’t there yesterday so we had Mrs. Willis instead. She was super nice, she gave us more free time than Mr. Jenkim does."
“That sounds wonderful. Did you have any big tests or projects?”
Julaly thought for a moment. “No. There was a math quiz, but math is easy! Oh, and Jammie came over the other day. We played a lot. Then he went home be-”
Julaly stopped herself in the middle of a sentence, and she only does that when she thinks she might get in trouble or when she sees something she really wants. With the history that Jammie and Julaly had, I was going to guess it was the first one. “Did he hurt himself on your quills again?”
Julaly couldn’t help but smile and look away. “Nooo… Only a little. We were playing tag.”
I wagged my tail and shook my head. “Tag… no wonder.”
Billy found it funny as well, chuckling to himself slightly. “Tag with a Gojid. Hey Gillab, that kinda reminds me of what you did back on the Cradle.”
I cocked my head to the side in confusion. “What? Be scared of you?”
“No, after that. I was feeling down one day, and you decided that the best course of action was to snuggle up to me.”
Kirala nearly shot water out of her nose, cough-laughing as she reached for a napkin. “You did what? Why haven’t I heard of this?”
I raised my paws in defense. “Okay, so, at the time I didn’t realize that cuddling to Humans was much more intimate. I just wanted to cheer him up, is all.”
Billy smiled. “You could have asked before you did though. I nearly impaled myself on your spines when I woke up.”
I bobbed my head back and forth. “Yeah, yeah. You're welcome. Anyways, enough about that, Aliert and Tintak both want to meet you again before they have to leave, I was hoping that we could meet them in the park again soon.”
Billy nodded. “That works with me. I feel like I need to apologize to them for how I acted last time I talked to them. If possible I would like to see Kertava as well.”
I winced at her name. “Uhm, Kertava might not remember you. She uhm… She had a serious brain injury in that tower and lost a lot of her memories. Right now she’s in a mental hospital, and it looks like she’s getting better, but she might not even remember you.”
Billy’s face grew somber. “Ah, I see. I’d still like to at least see her, maybe it might help spark some memories.”
I nodded. “If you want to visit her, you should talk to Aliert, he’s the one who visits her the most. I only visit sometimes, and Tintak has only gone to see her once.”
Billy nodded. “I guess that means I really should apologize.”
The rest of the meal went by smoothly, filled with casual talk about anything that came to mind. Billy revealed further knowledge of potato lore by describing all of the ways that a potato could be cooked. I never knew that a singular, misshapen root could be so versatile. By the end of the meal, Billy’s face seemed to be glowing, at least compared to what it looked like earlier. He had gotten comfortable around my family, letting himself speak freely.
Eventually, the bills were delivered and our conversation came to an end. Everyone gathered around the entrance for one final goodbye. However, Julaly’s attention was focused across the street on something I couldn’t find. I placed a claw on her head and started my goodbye. But before I could start, Billy started his own goodbye.
“Tonight was really fun. I’m glad to finally meet you Kirala, and you too, Lulaly.”
Instead of responding like she normally would, she only nodded her head. I glanced to her, trying to figure out what had her attention, but conceded when all I saw was a sidewalk.
Kirala stuck out her claw. “It was wonderful to finally meet the man who saved my husband's life.”
Billy smiled. “I was just doing my job. I’m just happy that you are all here for me. Oh, and, uh, Gillab? You don’t have to stay with me anymore. I’m not going to ever even think of suicide again. I owe you a world of thanks for pulling me back from that edge. If we hadn’t met by chance at the memorial, I wouldn’t be here.”
Billy’s face slowly turned melancholic, simultaneously smiling and crying. “I’m- I’m so thankful for you.”
I let go of Lulaly and opened my arms to hug him. “I was just doing what any good friend should.”
Billy ignored my quills and gave me a tight hug, slowly wobbling back and forth. As Billy hugged me tightly, he continued to thank me, each time with more emotion put into it. This was the culmination of my time with Billy. I had pulled him out of that very deep and impossibly dark pit in his own mind and showed him that he had made a difference. He was anything but useless, and even if there would be lingering trauma for some time to come, he could face it head-on with the help of everyone who he has helped in the past.
But as I pulled away and reached my claw back for Lulaly, I noticed she wasn’t there. I turned around to find her, only to have my heart plummet in my chest. She had run onto the road carelessly, and there was a car hurtling toward her.
Kirala noticed it at the same time, screaming Lulaly’s name in fear as I tried to force my body forward, but all the yell did was make her stop in the middle of the road and notice the danger she was in. She was frozen in fear, and there was nothing I could do to get to her quickly enough.
As the worst possibilities raced through my mind, I barely registered a flash of color to my left. Billy raced onto the street as bystanders finally turned to see what the commission was. With his bionic leg, he was easily able to outrun me, but it didn’t seem like it was going to be enough. Even as the car slammed on the brakes, it was still screeching towards my daughter.
At the last moment, Billy leapt forward and tackled Lulaly, shielding her with his own body. The car slammed into them, launching them down the street with a sickening thud. Billy held Lulaly tightly to his chest as they rolled down the road, stopping a great distance away from the now-stopped car.
I blinked out of my stunned state and turned back to Kirala. “CALL AN AMBLANCE!”
2024.06.02 15:02 fathandreason Exmuslim Guide to being closeted and coming out
Hello. Upon request, I've been asked to turn a comment I made into a post so that it can be a resource for more people. This post is a collection of advice I've given out about how to handle your life as a closeted exmuslim and how you'll come out in the future. It is largely based on my experience but also from what I've seen from others in this subreddit.
But what now? You may have left Islam, but have you left the Muslim world? One of the most common misconceptions outsiders have is that since exmuslims are no longer Muslims, they no longer live in the Muslim world. This is painfully naive - in reality many exmuslims are closeted due to young age and financial dependency and/or live in Islamist countries or societies that enforce Islamic values. In fear of social stigma or even violence, exmuslims have to contend with closeted lives even after leaving Islam. So how do you deal with it?
This basically means that a lot of what helps you come out of the closet will depend heavily on how well you prepared for it, so you will need to make the most of your closeted life. You may not be able to stop the shitstorm but you can at least prepare yourself to weather it. Here are some tips to achieve that goal (in no particular order)
Similarly whilst planning for independence can be scary, don’t let it frighten you into inaction. The following is a passage from this article about decision making:
Unfortunately for girls, this usually means that wearing the hijab is a necessity and inadvisable to try and get out of. (However, that subject matter is not my forte: prioritise advice from exmuslim women such as from faithlesshijabi.org)
One way to do that would be to start getting books on Islam and not just for show. My advice would be to get books on Islamic history because that's the least boring stuff. Or better yet, just get whatever unapologetic salafi hatecrime you can get your hands on so you can entertain yourself with how fucked up it is. Or get an annoted Qur'an like the Study Qur'an. Do something to ease their suspicions.
What book you get depends on what kind of message you want to telegraph to your parents. If you want to telegraph a message then it will need to be a paper book and not an e-book. Something that you can lay around in your room and that you know they'll see. That means you're restricted to what you can get from your local library or Masjid. Also depends on what interests you because you'll have to actually read and demonstrate you learnt from it if you want send the best message you can. If you want purely what Muslims write about Islamic history, you can check out works like The Sealed Nectar or works by al-Sallabi. If you want something a little more academic, but not something that would rouse suspicion then check out works like this, this, this or this. If you want something a bit more relevant to contemporary Muslim world then there books like this.
But you may find that your best bet is to just see what your local Masjid might have and see what tickles your fancy.
Don't underestimate parents either. They will use guilt against you. Give them an inch and they will take a mile. They very often bring up their health problems as a weapon against you. Don't fall for it. It only affects them because they choose to let it affect them. They can choose to be reasonable. You have to respect their autonomy and let them deal with the consequences of their own ways.
There's also the mistake in assuming that coming out will lead to being disowned in the vain hope that you get an quick clean break that takes all the responsibility from you. For some exmuslims this does actually work out, but for a lot of others it's miscalculated. My family didn't disown me, I still had to deal with months of my family being insufferable manipulators and the responsibility was still on me to seperate from them. And for women it can be much worse.
Ultimately, if you are financially dependent on your family then coming out early will very typically result in your family using that leverage against you and making your life worse. I've seen stories of exmuslims who thought their family was better and badly miscalculated - be mindful of that.
However, if you’re at the point of no return and you know you can’t convince them then now is the time to make calls to any secular friends you have, ask for support and maybe even shelter.
Are you multilingual? If you need money but working is restricted to you then you can try becoming an online language tutor on sites like italki.com (scroll to the bottom). This post and related subreddits like WorkOnline may help.
I also often note that some exmuslims in Muslim countries fall for the doomscrolling hyperbole and think Europe is “doomed” with too many Muslims. They have a tendancy of asking which country is best to migrate to as an exmuslim to avoid Islam. Please ignore the doomsayers and prioritise the country you choose based on ease of access and career opportunities.
I will end this post with a list of subreddits that may help you on your journey leaving Islam:
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Introduction.
So you've left Islam. You've delved through arguments, the apologetics and the bullshit and you've come to the conclusion that you no longer believe in Islam. And you may have also reached an alternative philosophical outlook on life that you can believe in.But what now? You may have left Islam, but have you left the Muslim world? One of the most common misconceptions outsiders have is that since exmuslims are no longer Muslims, they no longer live in the Muslim world. This is painfully naive - in reality many exmuslims are closeted due to young age and financial dependency and/or live in Islamist countries or societies that enforce Islamic values. In fear of social stigma or even violence, exmuslims have to contend with closeted lives even after leaving Islam. So how do you deal with it?
Goal
The best time to come out to family is in your own home, over a dinner you paid for, alongside people who support you. That takes a lot of preparation and it means doing what you can to live your life as best as you can whilst working towards independence.This basically means that a lot of what helps you come out of the closet will depend heavily on how well you prepared for it, so you will need to make the most of your closeted life. You may not be able to stop the shitstorm but you can at least prepare yourself to weather it. Here are some tips to achieve that goal (in no particular order)
1) Don't meander in life due to a lack of decision making skills.
Probably one of the worst mistakes I made was not realise I was an exmuslim sooner. As a result I had barely any time to prepare for when the inevitable happened and I was forced to come out. I spent a lot of my life meandering, trying to reconcile the irreconcilable, and trying to be a Muslim when I knew my values didn't align with it. I didn't really have much of a concept of exmuslims, but if I had been smarter I would have figured it out. I now tell people in a similar position that it's fine to take your time but don't take too long. Half arsing two very different cultures will leave you a loser in both.Similarly whilst planning for independence can be scary, don’t let it frighten you into inaction. The following is a passage from this article about decision making:
Research from the 1990s led by the US psychologist Thomas Gilovich provides further evidence for why it can be shortsighted to kick a difficult decision down the road. Gilovich and his team showed that although, in the short term, people experience more regret from ‘errors of commission’ (taking an action that leads to a disappointing outcome), in the long term it is actually ‘errors of omission’ that lead to more regret – that is, disappointing outcomes that arise from not taking an action.When taking the time to make decisions and plans, don’t underestimate how effective it can be to map out your options on an excel spreadsheet. When I had to decide whether I should come out or not, I actually made a spreadsheet listing out my options, what they would result in and what the impact would be. Actually having it written down to look at, really put things into perspective. We waste a lot of our time keeping it in our heads which forces us to recalculate everything from scratch every time we revisit our thoughts. But the more that is mapped out, the less you have to recalculate and the more you can focus on evaluation and further planning.
2) Study, career and finances.
Your studies/career is almost always your best ticket out of your toxic situation, and the one thing to prioritise the most. So much to the point where whenever I encounter doubting Muslim children 15 and under, I tell them it's not even worth thinking about their doubts at that age because it's just not the most effective use of their time and they can't do anything about it at that age anyway. Do anything you can to ensure you’re getting good grades, even if it means spending more time at a local library.3) Do not telegraph irreligiousity whilst being closeted.
This is particularly important for younger exmuslims because they telegraph to their parents in ways they would just not understand until they see it for themselves when they're older. Try your best to meet the religious obligations expected from your family.Unfortunately for girls, this usually means that wearing the hijab is a necessity and inadvisable to try and get out of. (However, that subject matter is not my forte: prioritise advice from exmuslim women such as from faithlesshijabi.org)
4) Sometimes you may need to go above and beyond.
If you get the impression that your family is beginning to catch onto your apostacy then it's likely that they have and you may need to reverse that impression.One way to do that would be to start getting books on Islam and not just for show. My advice would be to get books on Islamic history because that's the least boring stuff. Or better yet, just get whatever unapologetic salafi hatecrime you can get your hands on so you can entertain yourself with how fucked up it is. Or get an annoted Qur'an like the Study Qur'an. Do something to ease their suspicions.
What book you get depends on what kind of message you want to telegraph to your parents. If you want to telegraph a message then it will need to be a paper book and not an e-book. Something that you can lay around in your room and that you know they'll see. That means you're restricted to what you can get from your local library or Masjid. Also depends on what interests you because you'll have to actually read and demonstrate you learnt from it if you want send the best message you can. If you want purely what Muslims write about Islamic history, you can check out works like The Sealed Nectar or works by al-Sallabi. If you want something a little more academic, but not something that would rouse suspicion then check out works like this, this, this or this. If you want something a bit more relevant to contemporary Muslim world then there books like this.
But you may find that your best bet is to just see what your local Masjid might have and see what tickles your fancy.
5) Actually coming out is usually a shitstorm.
Be prepared for lots of sobbing, guilt tripping and an inability to respect your beliefs and boundaries. Learn techniques like the Broken Record Technique to establish boundaries. Know what you have to say when they inevitably tell you to speak to a scholar - you don't have to eat the whole apple to know it's rotten. You know all that you need to know about Islam and you know even more about the world outside of Islam to put it into context.6) Do not feel guilt.
As an exmuslim, you will go through a lot of guilt. Whilst this does show you are human, you need to forget about guilt: you are not responsible for your parents' failure to be reasonable, not even your mother. They take responsibility for the social stigma and oppressive life they choose to live in and perpetuate. You get nothing out of that guilt. It's completely pointless and ultimately counterproductive. You can't set yourself on fire to make others warm and you gain no recognition from matryising yourself. Do not feel guilt for what you have to do to have a completely reasonable life. The only ones to blame are those who forced you into it.Don't underestimate parents either. They will use guilt against you. Give them an inch and they will take a mile. They very often bring up their health problems as a weapon against you. Don't fall for it. It only affects them because they choose to let it affect them. They can choose to be reasonable. You have to respect their autonomy and let them deal with the consequences of their own ways.
7) Don't come out too soon thinking it's a release.
I come across a lot of exmuslim kids who think coming out will help explain to their religious parents why they don't want to wear the hijab or do other religious things. But the likelihood is more that those same parents will react extremely poorly and restrict your freedom even more, making it more difficult to achieve long term independence.There's also the mistake in assuming that coming out will lead to being disowned in the vain hope that you get an quick clean break that takes all the responsibility from you. For some exmuslims this does actually work out, but for a lot of others it's miscalculated. My family didn't disown me, I still had to deal with months of my family being insufferable manipulators and the responsibility was still on me to seperate from them. And for women it can be much worse.
Ultimately, if you are financially dependent on your family then coming out early will very typically result in your family using that leverage against you and making your life worse. I've seen stories of exmuslims who thought their family was better and badly miscalculated - be mindful of that.
8) Don’t panic too much if they find out.
Some exmuslims get found out, sometimes because of a snitch in the family or sometimes because they just weren’t convincing enough. Don’t panic – Muslims can be pretty damn deluded about their faith and your family will want to believe that you can come back very easily because Islam is just common sense. Try to do your best to convince them as per point 4. If it’s because you did something haram, blasphemous or otherwise worthy of takfir, try to act like it was because you were a misguided Quranist or progressive Muslim. They will still retain suspicion but it’s still better than the alternative.However, if you’re at the point of no return and you know you can’t convince them then now is the time to make calls to any secular friends you have, ask for support and maybe even shelter.
9) Go no contact if you fear abuse.
Actually think about whether it's even wise for you to come out. Do you suspect that there could be violence or abuse? If so then you have absolutely no need to go through this stupid bullshit. Leave and don't look back. If your parents couldn't give you safe environment to even come out about different beliefs then they are not worth the time. As per point 6 - You have to respect their autonomy and let them deal with the consequences of their own ways. This is paticularly pertinent for those who live in a predominantly Muslim countries. They have a very real reason to fear persecution and absolutely do not need to risk their own lives for the sake of their parents.10) Make use of organisations and resources.
Look into leaving religion organisations like recoveringfromreligion.org, faithlesshijabi.org and faithtofaithless.com. Look into women's charities in your area like womensaid.org.uk or karmanirvana.org.uk (UK examples). Look into LGBT charities like rainbowrailroad.org. If you have secular school counsellors and friends, then talk to them. Get advice from adults you can absolutely trust. (But on the flip side don't take risks with others: you may be tempted to come out to your Muslim friend, but I've seen plenty of stories of exmuslims who heavily regret doing so).11) You may have to leave the country
This is particularly the case for exmuslims living in predominantly Muslim countries. Unfortunately, I don't have any real world experience to offer here but you may be able to find localised advice by digging around. For example sites like wearesaudis.net might have some information (but you'll need a VPN to access this one. If you don't know what a VPN is here's an explanation).Are you multilingual? If you need money but working is restricted to you then you can try becoming an online language tutor on sites like italki.com (scroll to the bottom). This post and related subreddits like WorkOnline may help.
I also often note that some exmuslims in Muslim countries fall for the doomscrolling hyperbole and think Europe is “doomed” with too many Muslims. They have a tendancy of asking which country is best to migrate to as an exmuslim to avoid Islam. Please ignore the doomsayers and prioritise the country you choose based on ease of access and career opportunities.
Final stuff
Shout out to Imtiaz Shams who inspired it me to make this list of tips. He has his own YouTube Channel here and plans to make his own video on this subject matter so watch out for that. On a side note, I also recommend TheraminTrees YouTube Channel who delves a lot into toxic dysfunctional families from the perspective of a therapist and a former Jehovas Witness. And finally, thank you to the moderators of exmuslim who suggested I make this into a post. I wound up adding a lot more content.I will end this post with a list of subreddits that may help you on your journey leaving Islam:
Ex related subreddits
- exmuslim
- exhijabis
- ExEgypt
- ExSaudi
- AteistTurk
- PakiExMuslims
- ExAlgeria
- ExJordan
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Other Useful Subreddits
- CritiqueIslam
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- WorkOnline
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- visas
- UKvisas
- medicalschool
- medicalschoolEU
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2024.06.02 15:01 ibid-11962 Inspirations and Interactions with Other Media [Post Murtagh Christopher Paolini Q&A Wrap Up #9]
As discussed in the first post, this is my ongoing compilation of the remaining questions Christopher has answered online between August 1st 2023 and April 30th 2024 which I've not already covered in other compilations.
As always, questions are sorted by topic, and each Q&A is annotated with a bracketed source number. Links to every source used and to the other parts of this compilation will be provided in a comment below.
The previous post focused specifically on [the writing process](). This installment will focus on Inspirations, including Christopher's idea process, specific inspirations used, and some comments about other properties. The next post will focus on Worldbuilding and Promotion.
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As always, questions are sorted by topic, and each Q&A is annotated with a bracketed source number. Links to every source used and to the other parts of this compilation will be provided in a comment below.
The previous post focused specifically on [the writing process](). This installment will focus on Inspirations, including Christopher's idea process, specific inspirations used, and some comments about other properties. The next post will focus on Worldbuilding and Promotion.
Inspirations
Coming up with ideasDo you have trouble coming up with new ideas? They don't fall out of trees, but it takes me so long to write a book that I usually come up with at least one or two ideas over the six months to a year that it takes to write, edit and publish, if not longer. So they keep accumulating. One of the reasons that I really like having a world to play in for a long time is that the longer I spend in a setting, the more story ideas suggest themselves because you get to know the characters so much and you get to know the implications of the magic in the world and the culture. [1]Executing ideas
What is your inspiration process like? I read a lot of books, I watch a lot of movies, and I make sure I have time to stare out the window and do nothing but daydream. And all of those things continually give me ideas for stories. [20]
Inspiration can come from anywhere, but good stories and good music will actually give me the proverbial tingle up the spine. And basically nothing else in life does that. So I'm always chasing that high. And that's really the inspiration. And trying to replicate that both for myself and for my readers. [33]
I get my inspiration from the beauty of the world itself, from every book and movie that I watch and read, even the bad ones, sometimes especially the bad ones. I get my inspiration from meeting folks like you who have so much energy and enthusiasm and from thinking and talking and listening to music. Everywhere can be a source of inspiration. [36]
I listen to soundtracks when I write. I can't listen to anything with lyrics because it's too distracting. But my biggest source of inspiration is simply the environment in which I live. The mountains around my house look like the mountains from The Lord of the Rings. If I have no experience with the things I write, the descriptions would probably not be as good. You have to look around for inspiration. Photos, visiting places… that which just comes out of your head ultimately has its limitations. You can do a lot, but it helps creativity if you can base it on your own experiences. [23]
You have an idea, you have a spark of thought. Do you jot it down and leave it? Or do you immediately delve into it? It depends on the idea ultimately and it depends how much of it I have. But I always write something down because I have forgotten story ideas in the past, which sucks. So the instant I have something that I think is interesting, I write it down. I won't write most of these because I don't have the time but I write them all down. I have a file here with 140 pages of story ideas, 19,147 words. I try to write it down. If I have a sense of more of the story than the initial thing, then I'll write that down. Then mostly I just let it sit and I think about it while I'm working on other stories. [28]
Would you rather lose a mental battle against another author so he could steal your ideas? Or give away your true name to your literary agent so he could control you? Wow. I trust my agent with my life. But I'd go with the first one, lose a mental battle, because honestly, ideas are cheap, execution is what matters. You could take every single idea I would have and give it to Brandon Sanderson, or any other author, and their execution would be totally different than mine, and vice versa. And quite honestly most authors wouldn't want to write the ideas I have, they have their own ideas. So that seems like the least perilous of the two options. [17]Fantasy Inspirations
When have the greatest flows of creativity happened for you? Whenever I know what I'm trying to write in terms of the scene, I understand what it's doing for the characters and who the characters are. And it all clicks together. And I don't have to sit there, banging my head against the keyboard trying to figure any of that out and then I could just work on writing it. Are there times where you have to bang your head against the keyboard? Or do you just get up and walk outside and just walk away from it? You need to do some of the head banging on occasion just to get past the tough stuff. But you also have to recognize when you're not making any progress and then it's better to step away, move physically in order to get your brain to move. And learning when to step away is always a challenge and has taken me a long time. [34]
What do you think about the idea that when we're asleep, our minds or souls wander off and act unbeknown to us and perhaps ideas aggregate which may lead to us waking up in the morning with sudden ideas, realizations? I think it's a very common occurrence. The whole point of creativity is that you connect two or more things that are seemingly unconnected. That's what a metaphor is or simile. "Her love was like a red, red rose." It's not literally a rose, but you're connecting two things to make a point. So when you sleep the barriers in your mind sort of descend and it's much easier to connect things. And there does seem to be some indication that if you are trying to solve a certain problem or working on something in the back of your head that your subconscious, whatever the hell the subconscious is, this older more instinctual part of the brain, continues to work on the problem even while you sleep. There have been multiple instances of scientists and inventors, engineers, who have actually thought of the solutions to their problems that they're trying to solve while while dreaming. So it's a known phenomena. And it's something that I do try to take advantage of. Sometimes I will think of things I'm trying to solve right before I go to sleep. The trick is you can't do it in a way that stresses you so that it keeps you up. So don't do this if it's going to keep you up. But it doesn't stress me to think about what I'm trying to figure out with the writing. So I'll think about that as I'm falling asleep and a lot of times I'll have a better idea in the morning or a better sense of what path to pursue and sometimes I'll actually dream of a solution. ... There's also some very solid research that says that if you're trying to learn something, whatever that something is, put in a couple hours of study, practice, whatever it is, and then you need to sleep in order for your brain to consolidate that knowledge. So if you pull an all-nighter studying, you're not going to retain the information very well. But if you were able to sleep even for just three hours, it allows the brain to take that temporary knowledge and encode it in more permanent memory. And that seems to be a very important part of the process. [19]
How much has Tolkien influenced your writing, if at all? I wouldn't be here if not for Tolkien. I'll be honest with that. And I think there are a number of other contemporary fantasy authors that were equally as influential on me. But they wouldn't exist without Tolkien either. So Tolkien's the foundation that so much of this genre rests upon. [33]
Which dragon in literature do you find to be the most impactful as an influencer on stories that came after it? Historically, you'd have to put in for St. George and the Dragon, the dragon from Beowulf, Jormungandr, the Midgard Serpent from Norse mythology, Tiamat. Of course, then there's all the Asian dragons as well. And all of those influenced the authors that have influenced us, Anne McCaffrey, Ursula Le Guin, Wizard of Earthsea. Vermithrax Pejorative. [30]
What was the inspiration for how you approached the dragons in your books? For me it was a whole mess of fantasy that I read. Lord of the Rings, of course, with Smaug. The Pit Dragon trilogy by Jane Yolen. Dragon Singer was the first Anne McCaffrey book I read, and that got me into the Dragon Riders of Pern series. I still have a soft spot for Dragon Singer. The Wizard of Earthsea series. Raymond Feist's Magician series. As well as I think the Millennium series by David Eddings. A lot of others. Beowulf, of course. Tad Williams's Memory Sorrow and Thorn, which has some really impressively dangerous dragons in it. [30]
From just the first book and the second I can see how heavily Christopher was 'influenced' by George R R Martin. The part about the swords being imbued with spells to keep them sharp and the dragons growing forever isn't borrowing. It's downright plagiarism. I, uh, have never read GOT. Started the first book in 2011 and bailed when Bran was pushed out the window. However, Tolkien and Dragonriders of Pern were certainly big influences. [R]
Did the way Eragon and Arya ended remind you of the way Will and Lyra ended in His Dark Materials? In love, but unable to be together. Completely unintentional. I didn't read His Dark Materials until I'd already written Eragon (and plotted out the whole series, including the ending). I won't lie though: I love bittersweet endings, and Pullman wrote one of the best ones. [R]
Names
How do you go about naming all the places in Alagaësia? Well, these days I tend to think about where the name is coming from with the internal cultures of the land. So is it an Urgal name? Is it an Elvish name? Is it a Human name? Is it something else? For the human names I'm often drawing from established cultures, Germanic cultures, Scandinavian cultures. But I have a lot of invented and established things within the world itself. So it just sort of depends what I'm writing and how I'm doing it. The nice thing is because I've created various invented languages for the different races, that gives me a good starting place for the feel of some name that I might be creating. [12]Name of Names
Where do the names in your worlds come from? Some are puns, Eragon is Dragon but with an 'e' instead of a 'd'. It also means an Era Gone By. Saphira is from Sapphire. The names also come from historical names: Germanic, Northern influences or were made up by me based on the rules from my world. For example, Murtagh is Irish. [23]
Does the ancient language have a canon name? I know it's never said in order to keep the mystery feel, but out of curiosity, do YOU know it? Or is it something that does not even truly have a name for you? Yup, I do have a name for it. Not sharing it with anyone, though. :D [R]World of Eragon
What is the "World of Eragon"? Well it encompasses the entire Inheritance Cycle (Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr, and Inheritance), as well as The Fork the Witch and the Worm, Murtagh, as well as all the other projects that I hope to be doing in this setting, whether books, games, or other things. And the reason we went with "World of Eragon" instead of something like Alagaësia is because Alagaësia is hard to say and hard to spell, and some of the adventures the characters will be going on actually go beyond that land. So World of Eragon it is. Also I'm rather fond of that Brisingr symbol in the "O" there. It felt appropriate for the character, for the world, and like I said, I like it myself. [Y]Arya
What would you say to introduce someone to the World of Eragon? Well, it's the story of a young man who finds a dragon egg. And the dragon and Eragon, they go on a series of adventures and there's duels and dragons and battles and villains and romance and all the good stuff a story needs. I think it's fundamentally a good hearted series. I don't really like to write stuff that's like super super grim. It definitely is a good place to start if you're getting into epic fantasy and you're a slightly younger reader and then as you go along with the books, adult isn't really the word, but they get more elaborate and epic as the series progresses. I was learning as I wrote the series and so I tried to put all of that learning to use with each new book. [12]
What is the difference between the World of Eragon and other fantasy series? The fact that I wrote it and not someone else! There are definitely references to other works, because I love reading about elves, dwarves, magic and dragons and I wanted to write about them. At the same time, there are some unique aspects. I believe that my magic system is unique in the fantasy genre and I have unique races such as the Werecats, Ra'zac and my slightly different take on Dragons. It's a mix of familiar and really new things. [23]
George [R R Martin] and I invented the name Arya completely independently. We talked about it: he was trying to come up with something fierce and warrior-like … I was thinking of an aria in an opera. [R]Eldest
I was today years old when I realized "Eldest" refers to Murtagh. And Roran. [T]Shruikan
Me, a weeb, reading Shruikan as "shuriken" Where do you think I got the name from? Shruikan is just 'shuriken' rearranged a bit (and with the 'e' changed to an 'a'). [T]Do Well Then
Am I the only one who ever realized that Du Weldenvarden sounds like Do Well Then, Varden? You are not. [T]
People, Places, Things, and Scenes
EragonDoes the character Eragon resemble you? Initially, yes, a lot! But the more the story progressed, the more my hero experienced his own adventures. The common point that remains between him and me is that we both like to ask each other questions. [4]Beor Mountains
What are the commonalities that you now still have with Eragon to this day? Curiosity. Eragon is very curious about the world and wants to understand it and learn, and that's definitely something I still have and still pursue. Probably a willingness to tackle big adventures and projects, even knowing it's going to be a huge thing. And then maybe a basic sense of optimism, all things considered. [19]
Eragon's journey appears to me from the beginning to the end a quest of research of identity, of self-discovery, the "Who am I?" question. Did you put yourself through the same examination Eragon and Saphira did on Vroengard while searching for their true names? And do you have an idea of what your true name will be? I think that identity and character and figuring out who you are is one of the central things of adolescence. Because you transition from a child to an adult and figuring out what sort of an adult you're going to be, and how you fit into society and how you're going to function as an adult once you have agency and power versus a child who usually doesn't have a whole lot of agency and power. And so that's why writing about adolescence to me very naturally becomes writing about identity and who you are. And yes, it's something I have spent a large portion of my life thinking about and figuring myself out. I think I have a pretty good idea of who I am and have had a pretty good idea for a long time. If you asked me to guess at my true name, I think I could come pretty close. [19]
Do you think emulating your characters’ actions is a necessary part of the writing process? It’s definitely not necessary, but it can be helpful. Having personal experience with a particular activity is always a plus. Failing that, books, articles, and YouTube can be a decent substitute. Given that I write about spaceships and dragons, there are somethings that I’ll never be able to encounter in real life . . . but, hey, that’s what our imaginations are for! [10]
I drew a map and it was like the western half of the current map. And I thought, well, this gives me everything I need. But then I was like, "oh, I want to visit this location. I want to visit that location." And pretty soon I realized I was out of space. So I didn't want to spend like days and days drawing another map because I wanted to keep writing. So I took another sheet of printer paper and put it next to the first one, and I quickly scribbled in some mountains in a giant forest. And I was really lazy. I did this in like 15 seconds, 30 seconds tops. And I was moving so fast that I made the mountains huge. And I looked at that and I was like, well, wait a minute, what if they actually were 10 times bigger than the normal mountains? And that's how I got my Beor mountains. Also, I'd read an article about the mountains in New Zealand being 10 miles high if it weren't for erosion, given their rate of upheaval. That also contributed. [34]Roran
You grew up in Montana, is it true that the valley where Eragon comes from is based on that? Yes. There is even a mountain in the valley that is as high and the same shape as Tronjheim, the mountain where the dwarves live. And I looked at that and thought: hm, what if that was a city? You can take things from everyday life and recreate them in something. [23]
Roran and his chapters have a good bit of biblical allegory. It wasn't intentional, but I read a LOT of Biblical stuff growing up. Make of that what you will. [R]Forging of Brisingr
One of my favorite parts of the Inheritance Cycle was the forging of Brisingr. Tell us about the research process you used in order to construct such an intricate and detailed scene. I've done a fair bit of metalworking myself. I built two forges as a kid. I credited in the back of Brisingr two different books I have on Japanese sword making, both of which I referenced pretty heavily because they were relevant, since Brisingr is made for meteorite steel and there's various reasons for using the Japanese method on a western-style sword in that book. So I did some research but I also had a fair bit of practical knowledge and that was helpful. That scene actually was even longer because if you know your metalworking you'll know there's definitely some things I skimmed over or condensed and it was just because the scene was too long and my editor said, "look, Christopher, just summarize or say it was magic. You've got a magic elven smith, let her use some magic, move it along a little faster. So I was aware of the things that I had to skimp over a little bit, but no, that was one of my favorite scenes to write and I think that came through since so many people enjoyed it. [34]Erôthknurl
Is this [Japanese dorodango] what Orik's earth rock was based off of? Of course. [T]Burrow Grubs
Trauma is an element that's always been a part of these books, but it's been talked around and mentioned, up until I think the burrow grubs in Inheritance. That one is rude. They're bad. I won't lie. They came from a nightmare. That literally came from a nightmare. I shared it with the world so that it's out of my head and into yours. But when I write about something, I stop thinking about it. After it's done, it purges it from my brain. [11]Inheritance Climax
I need to know how you came up with the burrow grubs because they've always freaked me out. Bad nightmare. [T]
Was there a particular experience in your life that suggested to you that it was ultimately through compassion and empathy that Eragon will vanquish Galbatorix? No. It was the result of sort of a long chain of logic while writing the books, and a lot of thinking I've been doing about violence and responses to violence and when it's appropriate to use violence. Part of the chain of logic was the fact that I just got sick of writing sword fights. I wrote a lot of sword fights between Eragon and Arya, Eragon and Murtagh, and of course, Roran's hammer fights. So resolving the entire series's conflict just through a physical confrontation felt inadequate. There needed to be a moral component to it. One of my own criticisms for myself here is that I feel like I failed to do that with Roran in Inheritance. There really should have been a little bit slightly deeper resolution to his storyline and his confrontation with Barst that taught us something new or resulted in a change in his character. Roran's character is a little different than Eragon's because he's already grown up in a lot of ways and thus is not resolving the same issues, but a good arc, a good journey, would have reflected on what was happening with Eragon and Galbatorix. So how Roran defeats Barst in some ways should stand in contrast to how Eragon defeats Galbatorix. Maybe it does, but that's something I would have spent more time taking another look at were I to do that now. But again with Eragon and Galbatorix, just one more sword fight was inadequate. So much of the story with Eragon involved him paying attention to the lives of the ants and learning about the different groups in Alagaësia, the Urgals, the dwarves, this and that. So all of that played into this decision to have him defeat Galbatorix in that matter. And with all of that, the fact that I really didn't want there to be some obvious way of defeating Galbatorix. Galbatorix isn't stupid. He protected himself in all of the ways that one might think of protecting himself, and he's had a long time to think about that. So it needed to be something that was non-obvious. Non-obvious and yet inevitable. [19]
Favorites
Which of the fantasy creatures/races did you most enjoy writing about? I obviously love dragons. Before Murtagh I would have said the dwarves because I think they are funnier than the elves, although I enjoy writing about the elves too. But the dwarves are more earthly and interesting and human in their own way. [21]
Who is your own favorite character anyway? Saphira. I used to say Eragon right after that, but nowadays Murtagh is number two. That said, I feel most connected to Brom. Because I'm also getting old and starting to get some white spots in my beard. [21]
Which of your characters would you bring along with you to a deserted island? Saphira, because she could fly me off the deserted island. [34]
Which place in your Eragon universe would you like to live in the most? Probably with my dwarves, because they live in these 10-mile high mountains. And I love mountains and I have a beard like a dwarf these days. And I think the dwarves have more fun than the elves. [2]
Which fantasy world would you like to live in? Middle-Earth can be a nice place to live in some places, especially Hobbiton. I wouldn't mind living in a Hobbit hole and writing my books there. [23]
Interactions with other media properties
Getting into FantasyI got into sci-fi and fantasy because of a magical creature. My parents had a lot of sci-fi fantasy in the house, and I wasn't particularly interested in it at the time. But when I was around eight, my grandfather was taking me through a bookstore. I saw a book that had a knight in full armor without his helmet, holding a spear, facing off with a giant scaly humanoid, dragon-like monster. And at eight years old, all I knew was that this was the coolest book cover I had ever seen in my life and that this therefore must be the best book in the world. And so I begged my grandfather to please, please, please, buy me this book. He wasn't entirely sure about it, but he bought it for me anyway. That ended up being The Ruby Knight by David Eddings, which I took home and I read as fast as I could. I got a little concerned as I got near the back of the book because I was getting through the pages and then there's only this many pages left. I started to get this weird feeling that somehow the author couldn't end the whole story in the number of pages that were left. And sure enough, when I got to the end, I discovered that this was the middle book of a trilogy. Yeah, I wasn't always the brightest kid. So I finished that and immediately said, "well, I need to know what happens". So I went to our library and I read all the David Eddings books they had. There really was no internet back then, so I didn't know what to read next. So I'm standing in the library staring at Eddings, "E". What do I read next? Well, two shelves down from "E" was "F" and there was a giant book called Magician by Raymond Feist, which had a dragon on the cover. And I thought, okay, well maybe that's good. It's got a dragon, the same magical creature. So I checked out that book and I read it and it was pretty awesome. So I read everything by Raymond Feist. And then I go, "well, what do I read now?" And well, a couple of shelves down, there was a book called Mossflower by Brian Jacques which was the prequel to Redwall, so I read the entire Redwall series. And wasn't too far from Brian Jacques to Anne McCaffrey, and there was the Dragon Riders of Pern series. So I basically worked my way through the library, just chasing the covers with dragons and talking animals, which is not the worst way to set up a reading program when you're ten. And that really transformed my life. And I just absolutely fell in love with reading in a way that I never really had before. [35]Anne McCaffrey
Is it awkward though, sitting here between Dragonriders of Pern, the original series about Dragonriders, from a beloved author who was nice enough to give you a blurb for your first novel, knowing that you sort of borrowed the whole Dragonriders thing? Oh, not at all. Absolutely shameless about it. And McCaffrey was kind enough to give me not just a blurb, my first blurb. So funny thing is I did kind of repay her in the most roundabout way. I was touring in Spain and found out that her books were out of print there. And I talked them up so much that they ended up reprinting the entire series in Spain and I blurbed her books in Spain. But you know, it's a small market so it probably doesn't count. Right. No, I would say not. [31]Star Wars
I was homeschooled and raised in a very rural environment in Montana. I had no access to the internet and stuff. I literally had not heard about Star Wars all the way up until I was 14. And it was referenced in the movie Space Camp. And I said, "Why are they saying 'Luke use the force'? What does that mean?" And my dad got this horrified expression on his face. Like he had failed as a parent, and so we watched Star Wars the next day. [5]Star Trek
The problem with Lost is those seasons are full length seasons. I mean it's like 23, 26 episodes. It's a huge commitment. My wife watched Next Generation for the first time a couple years ago, and each season is like 24 or 26 episodes, and it's a big commitment of time. And that's part of the problem getting into something like Battlestar Galactica or something else. [21]The Prisoner
Deep Space Nine is the best Star Trek, because they actually managed to take the Ferengi and turn them into interesting, well-rounded, deep characters, which you wouldn't think, and not just the Ferengi, but other aliens, which the other Star Treks didn't manage to do anything like that, I think. [29]
The original Prisoner television show is the most prophetic piece of science fiction in a lot of ways because it deals with loss of privacy and individuality, the strength of the individual against the system of government. And the cool thing too is that I think The Prisoner is definitely an auteur piece. It was written by Patrick McGuinn who also stars in it and he also directed the majority of episodes. And it directly follows from his earlier series Secret Agent Man. When that show ended he was at a party and there were some governmental officials and someone asked him, so what does a secret agent do when he retires? And he said, I don't know, you tell me what does a secret agent do when he retires? And the bureaucrat just kind of goes, well we take care of them. And that was kind of the beginning of the concept for the show. A lot of people hate the ending. I actually quite like the ending but there's a sense of absurdity to the show as well that I think is very well suited for the nature of modern life given that although we live in a Heinlein future in the sense we have rockets taking off and landing vertically as God and Heinlein intended, at the same time, we live in a very strange modern life and Philip K. Dick captured that, but I also think the prisoner absolutely did. So if you haven't seen The Prisoner, I can't recommend it enough personally. McGuinn had some really strong philosophy driving it underneath. He was a very religious man, actually very similar to Gene Wolfe, both Catholic. And that drove a lot of his beliefs and approach to the material. [21]House of the Dragon
I'm not necessarily a fan of the way George R R Martin writes. House of the Dragon pretty much started with a bloody scene about a young mother who had to pay for the birth of her child with death. My wife was just heavily pregnant, I turned off the TV and didn't look back. But there is no arguing about the quality of Game of Thrones and the enormous cultural impact of the series. All respect. [18]Dragons Love Tacos
I've had to read Dragons Love Tacos to my son more times than I care to remember. Look, dragons do not love tacos. Dragons love some of the things that go into tacos, like cows or maybe sheep or goats. But dragons do not love tacos. And this is sheer slander upon the whole race of dragons. [14]Video Games
They'll probably like the ground meat that sometimes goes into tacos, but no, dragons don't eat tacos. Come on. [34]
What was the first game that you played where you thought, I really love games? Crystal Quest. If anyone remembers that. Old game that was on the Mac Classic. I got up to level 99 on that or something. It was insane. But, yeah, Myst, Riven especially, the Marathon series, Mass Effect trilogy. Loved Control recently. I've spent way too many hours playing Far Cry 5 because it's set in Montana and looks exactly like Montana. And there are some similarities to things in that game, to actual real world stuff, which is kind of weird, but it's cool. I don't know. Too many games to list and they're all awesome. [26]Minecraft
I played a lot of classic Mac games, we're talking about like on the old Mac Classic, so things like Crystal Quest and Starship Mono and things like that. And then later on, when the computers upgraded, I loved the Myst series, so Myst and Riven. My friend had a PC, so I got to play the original Doom and Wolfenstein 3D and all of that. On the Mac, I loved the Marathon series. That was a huge influence on me with storytelling. I'm really excited that they're rebooting it or doing a sequel to the Marathon game finally over at Bungie. So the Marathon trilogy. Unreal Tournament 1999 is still the best shooting game I've ever played in a lot of ways, a tournament game. So yeah, all that stuff definitely had an influence on me. [12]
All of my gaming experience was computer games, video games. One that had a huge influence on me was the old Myst series. Personally I love solving puzzles, so that's the first thing. And also the concept of the series, especially with the second game, Riven, it's all based around people writing books that create new worlds. And you get to go in them and solve puzzles and understand how that world works. And that just tickled every single part of my brain back in the day. [26]
Now, funny thing with Spyro is that the company that made the Spyro games actually worked on the Eragon video game back in the day. Now, I've never played the Spyro games, but my wife is a huge fan of them, and I like Spyro. Proper number of legs. The wings are a little small, though. But sheer force of personality, and at least Spyro's not a dog dragon. [13]
What do you love about Mass Effect? I like the RPG elements, but I like the universe. I like the setting. I like the fact that really their big jump is they assume the existence of this element zero that if I'm remembering it correctly, allows for all of the technology. And then they don't break the laws of physics past that. They assume there's one break from what we know and then explore that. But I love the setting. I like how much blue they use. No, seriously. And if I'm remembering correctly, one of the planets in Mass Effect actually is the planet from Dragon Age. So they've tied in their two different franchises, which is cool. I have so many wonderful memories with the characters and in the world of Mass Effect that in some ways it was almost like a Star Wars experience for video games. [21]
There's great aliens in Mass Effect. I seem to recall Wayne Barlow, an artist, creating a cool book with some aliens in it. [29]
My favorite game these days is Minecraft. If you put a gun to my head and told me I can only have one game for the rest of my life, I'd pick Minecraft right now. If you go to my YouTube channel, you can see my storage system, which is mechanized and can store every single item in the game, either in shulker boxes or bulk storage or chests. It's mechanized. If you're familiar with the Hermitcraft series, they actually invited me on the server as a guest at one point. Scicraft, I got to tour with them. I built a machine to kill the Ender Dragon with one arrow. I love Minecraft. The problem is I could spend so long playing Minecraft, I will never write another book in my life. So I haven't played it in six months. But I really want to update my storage system. So we'll see. [26]Crossovers
You went almost a decade from the time that you published Inheritance to the time that you published another book that people cared about, To Sleep in a Sea of Stars. What were you doing during this time besides Minecraft? Have you seen my storage system in Minecraft? I have, it's pretty solid. It's not just solid, it's like I built a computer in Minecraft. Honestly, I could have written another book. I was going to say, imagine if you had written a book instead. What was I doing in those ten years? Well, I suppose I was just relaxing on my giant pile of money. Plagiarism pays, nepotism pays, I was just relaxing, enjoying life. And then I decided that I should probably, pay tribute to a lot of the sci-fi games and movies that I enjoyed and pluck up a bunch of pieces from them and paste them all together and put out a new book. And that was To Sleep in a Sea of Stars. That's fantastic. Absolutely. And you know what's even better? It won Best Sci-Fi of the Year over at Goodreads. I'm starting to wonder if you might be a pretty smart guy. People have said that on occasion, but I don't really believe it. Yeah, I wouldn't either. No, I wouldn't. I wouldn't. [31]
Who wins in a fight, Kratos or Eragon? I'm enormously fond of Eragon and he does have magic at his disposal, but we are talking about a man who literally killed the Greek pantheon and then the Nordic pantheon. So I hate to say it, but I think Kratos has it here. Not to mention that technically his son becomes the Midgard Serpent. [30]
Who would win in the fight? Eragon or Anne McCaffrey? Not the dragons, the author? Well, look, Anne McCaffrey gave me my first blurb. I kind of have to go with Anne McCaffrey there. [30]
[Rebecca Yarros:] How would our dragons interact with each other? I think your dragons would consider Saphira a bit soft. But I think Saphira would rise to the occasion. She's more humane. Like she's more human. She has more like a softness to her, as where mine are superior jerks. Well, I think also she's trying to be nice for the nice little squishy humans around her. And if she were stuck with a bunch of dragons who weren't quite so nice, she'd probably go a bit more feral. [33]
What would Eragon's signet be if he was in the Fourth Wing world instead? Probably something with fire, firebending essentially. The first spell he ever used was Brisingr, which was fire. So probably something with fire. I think that that seems appropriate. I could come up with something more exotic, but let's face it, Eragon's kind of basic. So it's going to be fire. [33]
I assume Roran would have carried a 45-70 govt in a different timeline. He absolutely would, if not a 45-90 or even a 50-110. [R]
What Taylor Swift song do you feel most represents each character? I’ve never listened to a Taylor Swift song, so … How is that even possible?? You must not have listened to a radio in the last decade. You would be correct. That is actually insane. What kind of music do you listen to? I love classical. However, mostly I listen to movie & game soundtracks while writing. And when not writing, I've had enough music, so don't listen to stuff. I can't listen to anything with English lyrics while writing. Messes with the words in my head. Nothing while lifting? Heh. Heavy Metal. Amon Amarth. That sort of thing. [T]
2024.06.02 14:55 Consistent-Object615 How do i verbally stop an acquaintance from making me the "butt of the joke"?
Im sorry if this isnt related to the sub but i really need help. Long story short i have somewhat of a friend (now an acquaintance in my eyes) who is in the friend group. I only see them when everybodys togeher, never one on one. Lets call them Max. Max is more of a friend with other members in the friend group than me and since the beginning of the befriending a few years ago max introduced himself as this "out of pocket" or "cancelled" person who says anything without any filter just to make conversation, talk shit and appear more interesting. Things like: "is your mom still financing you?", "does your girl's hole still smell?", "when will you finally make kids so i can teach them properly?". At the start they werent this obnoxious, but as time passed by these "jabs" became straight up punches and last night was the last straw for me, since max did the same in front of people i didnt know.
Tl;dr - Now my question is how do i learn to make as good comebacks? For years till yesterday i always laughed it off and amplified the joke, hoping max would stop - because i had a much worse experience in school and talking directly about it to the bully or someone else always hits harder and makes the problem more unbearable than solving it. But now it straight up bothers me and not a minute passes without thinking about it. If this post isnt related to this sub please direct me where to post this.
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Tl;dr - Now my question is how do i learn to make as good comebacks? For years till yesterday i always laughed it off and amplified the joke, hoping max would stop - because i had a much worse experience in school and talking directly about it to the bully or someone else always hits harder and makes the problem more unbearable than solving it. But now it straight up bothers me and not a minute passes without thinking about it. If this post isnt related to this sub please direct me where to post this.
2024.06.02 14:45 Consistent-Object615 How do i verbally prevent an acquaintance from constantly making me the "butt of the joke"
Im sorry if this isnt related to the sub but i really need help. Long story short i have somewhat of a friend (now an acquaintance in my eyes) who is in the friend group. I only see them when everybodys togeher, never one on one. Lets call them Max. Max is more of a friend with other members in the friend group than me and since the beginning of the befriending a few years ago max introduced himself as this "out of pocket" or "cancelled" person who says anything without any filter just to make conversation, talk shit and appear more interesting. Things like: "is your mom still financing you?", "does your girl's hole still smell?", "when will you finally make kids so i can teach them properly?". At the start they werent this obnoxious, but as time passed by these "jabs" became straight up punches and last night was the last straw for me, since max did the same in front of people i didnt know.
Tl;dr - Now my question is how do i learn to make as good comebacks? For years till yesterday i always laughed it off and amplified the joke, hoping max would stop - because i had a much worse experience in school and talking directly about it to the bully or someone else always hits harder and makes the problem more unbearable than solving it. But now it straight up bothers me and not a minute passes without thinking about it. If this post isnt related to this sub please direct me where to post this.
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Tl;dr - Now my question is how do i learn to make as good comebacks? For years till yesterday i always laughed it off and amplified the joke, hoping max would stop - because i had a much worse experience in school and talking directly about it to the bully or someone else always hits harder and makes the problem more unbearable than solving it. But now it straight up bothers me and not a minute passes without thinking about it. If this post isnt related to this sub please direct me where to post this.
2024.06.02 14:37 m-1245 I’ve (20F) accidentally become a relationship therapist for my best friend (19F) and her boyfriend (19M) and I think they should break up. How do I tell them?
Me and my best friend (N) have known each other about three years now, and we were casual friends for a year or so and then when she became pregnant lots of people were very cruel to her and I stepped up to help her more, and now she (and her baby!) are some of the best things in my life. N was with the father of her baby (Y) for about 5/6 months before they got pregnant and because of our ages the relationship was fairly serious (or at least as serious as a relationship can be at 16/17 years old). But before getting pregnant they knew they would probably break up after school ended as they would’ve gone to different universities. The relationship was pretty rocky after N gave birth, as they were young they didn’t have somewhere to live together so N lived with her mum and Y lived with his parents and would stay with N 3/4 days of the week. During this time N called me one night to say they’d broken up, she was obviously very upset and I tried my best to console her and she was really struggling because he was still in the house (he doesn’t drive - not that he’d leave straight away they have a child to look after) but the next day N texted to say they were back together. This was about a year ago. They now live together in a council flat that’s a little out of the way from the town where both their families and I live (N knew my mum from before me and N met - and spends Christmas/easter with my family so she’s very much part of my family too). A few months ago she texted to say that she’d tried to break up with Y but he hadn’t let her, the problems they were having were mainly that he doesn’t do enough around the house, doesn’t appreciate what she does, he has no goals or ambition, and he is really bad at making/keeping plans. N said she felt like they weren’t romantic with each other anymore and she’s grown to resent him. Y wouldn’t let her break up with him, which I didn’t like but held my tongue as much as possible because I know it’s a very tricky place to be in. A few weeks later N started to voice note me mid argument with Y so they could ‘have proof’ of if he was gaslighting her etc and to get my advice - Y knew he was being recorded and at certain points would address me in the argument to get my opinion too. I hated this, I told her it was unfair and that if they wanted a proper opinion they should seek a therapist (they can’t afford one though sadly) but I was not a professional and also could never be unbiased because N is always my priority. A few days ago we spoke on the phone and N told me they’d broken up properly. She said they both felt better and that they wanted the pressure off of them to be romantic etc and that they weren’t friends anymore so wanted a few months or so just building up the foundations again before they got back together - all whilst living together and raising a baby. Obviously this wasn’t ideal but I supported it because I agreed that they didn’t really like each other anymore and needed to be friends again. I then spent ages talking to N as she was worried about being a single mother and ‘who would date her’ and that she didn’t want to be ‘40 with only one kid and never having another relationship’, I tried to tell her that that wouldn’t happen but she was obviously very upset anyway and it was quite late so all bad and anxious thoughts are amplified after dark. Anyway N texted me last night to say they’re back together and that a lot of the problems they were having were for personal reasons with N’s trauma from the past and that they want to be together. I am at a loss with what to say to her. It’s actually making me quite sad because I really feel like they’re being immature about this, neither of them I think have the capabilities of being in a long term healthy relationship but they don’t really have a choice as they have a child together. I just really don’t want them to now be an on/off couple. I think it’s really unhealthy and the relationship seems really toxic and they resent each other a lot I think and to be totally honest - I don’t like Y at all. I’ve never really ‘got’ him, we are absolutely civil toward each other but I don’t get his humour or really what N sees in him, I think she can do a lot better in a partner, and I also don’t love some of the parenting choices he’s made (he won’t let her explore areas and will keep her right next to him at all times, even in completely safe environments, I’m aware this could be nervous parenting but it feels like the baby rarely gets to see life outside of two meters from her dad whenever she’s with him, he will also withhold toys from her if she throws them once or twice - saying she’s being mean and that if she can’t be nice she can’t have anything, she’s under 2 so I’m not sure she even has a concept of ‘nice’ yet). Y also often has a tendency to leave his few chores in the house until the last minute which has often meant their child is out of clean clothes, of the bins are overflowing. What I really want to say is ‘please god break up or at least have a few days apart’ but I can’t say that and I don’t want to seem like a bad person or make N think I’m rooting against them. I’ve always told her as long as she’s happy I’m happy but she only ever seems happy for five minutes or so. I can’t do this forever and because they’re so young and already in this pattern I worry it’s just going to carry on and be ingrained in their mind and this is what a relationship will be for them now. I genuinely don’t know what to do, but then part of me knows I can’t really do anything and at the end of the day it’s not totally my business but because I’m N’s best friend and she doesn’t have a huge support system I really get the brunt of it, and am essentially a third person in the relationship (especially as far as N is concerned). ANY advice would be greatly appreciated.
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2024.06.02 14:34 Extinction-_-13 This principal almost made my friend end his life 😡
 | Hi everyone, I am here to tell you a true story about the worst principal that my friend experienced. submitted by Extinction-_-13 to HongKong [link] [comments] I can't tell you my friends real name so let's call him Jacob. Jacob texted me for the first time after it has been few years since he left high school at 10th grade, which is where I studied because the teachers weren't treating him well, so he went to another high school which is called California Sch of Comm & Langs (NGT), which is located in 九龍油麻地彌敦道550號龍馬大廈3 樓550室前座(550 Nathan Road, Kowloon, Yau Ma Tei, Room 550, 3rd Floor, Lung Ma Building, Front Unit)." What Jacob didn't know is this school is bad with a rating of 2.1 on Google Maps. Other students have given the school low ratings such as "The school is small and illegally hires teachers from Chung king mansion guests house." Others believe the school received false ratings by bots. Jacob told me that when he step into this school, the principal starts to hate him for no reason and also because he was jealous of his talent, calling him a "loser" and "worthless". There was one Indian teacher who was nice to him and that's what Jacob got through after graduating from high school. Despite the bad treatment from the principal, it was the fact that he developed a friendship with an Indian teacher who was kind to him and always support. When he had enough by the principal's behavior that he decided not to go to school for about a week and spend time in McDonald to pass the time until he got a call from his father about his absence from the principal. This principal had the audacity to take students money of about HK$300 (US$38.4) for not finishing his homework. Fast forward to the schools talent show competition, my friend Jacob had an amazing performance of singing and dancing while tributing dead artists like Michael Jackson and Sidhu Moose Walla and everyone in the audience went crazy over his performance. After the performance, this idiot principal rigged the competition by choosing the worse performer as the winner. My friend Jacob was really really heart broken because of this outcome and he was crying in the video call saying how that hurt his feelings, and that made him want to end his life byjumping off of and getting run over by a train and why the principal hated him. Jacob was about to do it but he stopped. Okay the last part is where Jacob graduated from the school by doing his last performance, dancing to the music and, at mid performance, the principal shuts off the music and tells everyone to go home. Before Jacob does his graduation dance, the principal gives a speech, and he literally calls him a garbage right infront of everyone. He was pissed off by his behavior, but he didn't even walk up to him and slap him. He just walked out of the school to relieve himself for a while until the indian teacher called him to come back to the school. Thank god he didn't try to get himself run over by the train and thank god he decided to text me, because that avoided him to do it. Thank God! |
2024.06.02 14:02 BPBAttacks9 MAY 2024 -- LIST OF PIT BULL ATTACKS/FATALITIES (ongoing)
This is a list of pit bull attacks and fatalities documented by the media and on social media for the month of May 2024. This list will be edited throughout the month and after as new incidents are reported.
Due to the high volume of attacks and Reddit's character limit, social media attacks will now be documented separately below but will still be included in the overall monthly totals.
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Due to the high volume of attacks and Reddit's character limit, social media attacks will now be documented separately below but will still be included in the overall monthly totals.
| MONTHLY TOTALS | |
|---|---|
| CHILD FATALITIES | 1 |
| ADULT FATALITIES: | 4 |
| ANIMAL FATALITIES: | 54 |
| TOTAL FATALITIES: | 204 |
May 1
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Florianópolis, Brazil: Family with 10 month old baby attacked, family dog killed.
- Macerata, Italy: Dog attacked at park by pit bull (whose owner fled) - Article
- Tartagal, Argentina: 26 y/o woman attacked by loose pit - Article
- Washington, D.C: 3 people bitten by 4 pit bulls - Article
- Philadelphia, PA: 53 y/o man attacked by 3 pit bulls - Article
- Ottumwa, IA: 9 y/o girl severely injured after attack by family friend's pit bull mix - Article
May 2
- San Rafael, Argentina: 62 y/o woman attacked by neighbor's pit - Article
- Chihuahua, Mexico: Elderly couple attacked and nearly killed by their pit bull - Article
May 3
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Campo Grande, Brazil: Small dog killed by 2 pit bulls (same dogs killed a cat on 5/5/24).
- Milan, Italy: 10 y/o child attacked by family pit bull - Article
- Lincoln, NE: 18 y/o woman attacked while walking her dog - Article
- Papillion, NE: Mail carrier attacked by 3 American Bulldogs - Article
May 4
- Capurso, Italy: Dog attacked by loose pit - Article
- Cascavel, Brazil: 35 y/o man bitten by pit bull - Article
- Guaíra, Brazil: Woman and her dog attacked - Article
May 5
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Campo Grande, Brazil: 2 pit bulls broke into home and killed a cat.
- Cascavel, Brazil: 4 y/o boy attacked - Article
- Campos dos Goytacazes, Brazil: Man and his dog attacked - Article
- San Andrés Cholula, Mexico: Small dog seriously injured by loose pit - Article
- Bromwich, England: 10 y/o girl was riding a horse when it was attacked by a loose pit - Article
- Glasgow, Scotland: Elderly dog seriously injured after being mauled - Article
- Rho, Italy: Dog and owner attacked - Article
- Saint-Michel, France: Man and his friend attacked by his pit bull - Article
- Kansas City, KS: Dog attacked and owner injured - Article
May 6
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Grand Rapids Charter Township, MI: Shih Tzu killed by neighbor's pit mix.
- Pawtucket, RI: Man attacked by loose pit while walking his dogs - Article
- União da Vitória, Brazil: Dog attacked by loose pit bulls - Article
- Tupã, Brazil: Working horse attacked - Article
- Itajaí, Brazil: Elderly woman attacked by loose pit - Article
- Santa María Colotepec, Mexico: Woman attacked by loose pit - Article
May 7
- Nueva Palmira, Uruguay: Cat mauled by pit bull - Article
- Ibitinga, Brazil: Woman attacked by neighbor's loose pit - Article
- Ringwood, England: Out of control pit bull was loose attacking other dogs - Article
May 8
- Votorantim, Brazil: Dog attacked - Article
- Juiz de Fora, Brazil: 5 y/o girl attacked and caretaker injured -Article
- Córdoba, Argentina: 13 y/o girl attacked on her way home from school - Article
- Folkestone, England: Pit bull type dog injured a man after fighting with 2 English Bulldogs - Article
- San Giorgio a Cremano, Italy: Small dog in critical condition and elderly owner injured after attack by 2 loose pits - Article
May 9
- Basavilbaso, Argentina: 26 y/o man injured after protecting his dog from a pit bull attack - Article
- Maricá, Brazil: 34 y/o woman's face mauled by her pit bull - Article
- Isbergues, France: 4 y/o girl's cheek torn off during attack - Article
- Edmonton, Alberta: 5 people attacked by 2 pit bulls - Article
- Sheffield, England: 7 y/o girl hospitalized with severe injuries - Article
- Maltby, England: Young child repeatedly bitten by family dog - Article
May 10
- Baraut, India: 45 y/o man in ICU - Article
- Jacarepaguá, Brazil: 50 y/o woman attacked by neighbor's pit bull - Article
May 11
- ADULT FATALITY - Itaperuna, Brazil: 77 y/o man killed by pit bull.
- Santa Helena, Brazil: 70 y/o woman attacked - Article
- Arezzo, Italy: Dog attacked and owner injured - Article
- Serracapriola, Italy: 15 y/o girl and 7 y/o girl attacked while playing - Article
May 12
- Camocim, Brazil: 5 y/o girl attacked - Article
- Rio de Janeiro, Brazil: 7 y/o girl attacked - Article
- Cascavel, Brazil: Man and woman attacked by their pit bull, along with another man who was injured - Article
- Juliaca, Peru: 19 y/o man attacked - Article
- Oleśnica, Poland: 26 y/o woman in critical condition after attack by 3 pit bulls - Article
- Milan, Italy: Paramedics attacked by pit bull - Article
- Portland, OR: Three people injured after a pit owner ordered his pit bull to attack - Article
May 13
- ADULT FATALITY - Buenos Aires, Argentina: 77 y/o woman doing yardwork killed by five pit bulls, passed away 5/17/24.
- Saint-Omer, France: 16 y/o girl and 35 y/o woman attacked - Article
- Sesto San Giovanni, Italy: 2 y/o girl flown to hospital and her aunt injured - Article
May 14
- Franca, Brazil: Dog attacked by pit bull, then a woman and her dog attacked by same dog - Article
- Sherman, TX: 17 y/o girl attacked by 4 pit bulls - Article
- Philadelphia, PA: 52 y/o woman attacked by 3 pit bulls - Article
- Noida, India: 8 y/o boy attacked by landlord's pit bull while visiting aunt - Article
May 15
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Avezzano, Italy: Cat killed by 2 pit bulls.
- Wirral, England: Pit bull attacked by another pit bull, both owners injured - Article
- Grimsby, England: 8 y/o boy attacked and had to be flown to the hospital - Article
- Wixom, MI: 1 y/o girl and her grandma attacked by 2 pit bulls - Article
- Tamandaré, Brazil: 4 y/o child attacked by loose pit bull - Article
May 16
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Nancy, France: Chihuahua killed.
- Edinburgh, Scotland: 26 y/o woman attacked by her 2 pit bulls - Article
May 17
- CHILD FATALITY - Vercelli, Italy: 5 month old boy killed by family's pit bull.
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Salvador, Brazil: Cat killed by pit bulls.
- Ubatuba, Brazil: Dog attacked - Article
- Sabará, Brazil: 4 y/o girl attacked - Article
- Holt Heath, England: 8 y/o girl attacked - Article
May 18
- ADULT FATALITY - Farmington Hills, MI: 40 y/o man killed by his dog.
- Ivaiporã, Brazil: Dog attacked and owner injured - Article
- Blumenau, Brazil: 42 y/o man attacked by neighbor's pit bull - Article
- Alessandria, Italy: 88 y/o man bitten after trying to separate a pit bull attacking Lagotto dog - Article
May 19
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Distrito Federal, Brazil: Shih Tzu killed and 17 y/o girl attacked.
- ANIMAL FATALITY - São Pedro da Aldeia, Brazil: Yorkie killed.
- Sanremo, Italy: Golden Retriever attacked and owner injured by 2 pit bulls - Article
- Istanbul, Turkey: Street cat attacked - Article
May 20
- ADULT FATALITY - Hornchurch, England: Woman in her 50s killed by her 2 dogs.
- Chatham County, NC: 3 people attacked by 4 pits (breed confirmed in article video) - Article
- Nettuno, Italy: Trainer at animal shelter attacked - Article
May 21
- Sarandi, Brazil: 2 people attacked - Article
- Boston, MA: 4 people hospitalized after attack - Article
May 22
- Boa Vista, Brazil: 7 y/o girl attacked - Article
- Minneapolis, MN: Mom and 2 children attacked. Mom in serious condition - Article
May 23
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Gela, Italy: Loose pit bull killed 3 cats.
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Philadelphia, PA: Small dog killed.
- Rio do Sul, Brazil: 56 y/o woman attacked - Article
May 24
- Sulmona, Italy: Jack Russell and owner injured - Article
May 25
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Petrolina, Brazil: Pit bull attacked 1 dog and later that day killed a puppy.
May 26
- ANIMAL FATALITY - São Mateus do Sul, Brazil: German Shepherd killed and another family dog injured by 3 pit bulls.
- Domusnovas, Italy: 2 10 y/o children attacked - Article
- Andria, Italy: Man in his 50s in serious condition after attack by his pit bull - Article
- Milwaukee, WI: At least 7 people attacked by 2 pit bulls - Article
- Youngstown, OH: Man and his girlfriend attacked by his pit bull after having an argument - Article
- Valley, AL: 2 attacks by same dogs (pit bull and Rottweiler): Woman attacked in the early AM, and later that morning a man was also attacked - Article
May 27
- Hull, England: 5 y/o boy's scalp partially ripped off - Article
- Massapê, Brazil: Elderly woman's face disfigured by grandson's pit bull - Article
May 28
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Zumaglia, Italy: Boxer puppy killed.
- Caserta, Italy: Dog attacked by pit bull that broke free from leash - Article
- Pontlottyn, Wales: 15 y/o boy hospitalized after dog attack - Article
- Airdrie, Scotland: 40 y/o man hospitalized for bite injuries - Article
May 29
- Jaru, Brazil: 2 pit bulls shot after attacking a smaller dog - Article
- Salvitelle, Italy: 70 y/o man hospitalized for attack - Article
- Bourges, France: Pit bull attacked 4 people, including owner - Article
May 30
- Marina di Massa, Italy: Man attacked by 2 pit bulls who were trying to get to his dog - Article
- Montepllier, France: Police officer severely bitten by pit bull who was attacking his K9 dog - Article
May 31
- Saronno, Italy: 20 y/o man attacked by neighbor's pit bull - Article
Unconfirmed Dates
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Rio Bonito, Brazil: Cat killed by 2 pit bulls.
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Santa Cruz de la Sierra, Bolivia: Dog killed by pit bull (responsible for killing 5 other dogs).
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Arpino, Italy: 8 cats killed by loose pits.
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Genoa, Italy: Little dog killed on walk with owner.
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Massarosa, Italy: Poodle killed and owner injured.
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Montegiorgio, Italy: Small dog killed and owner attacked.
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Terni, Italy: Small dog killed in front of owner.
- Monserrato, Italy: Beagle attacked - Article
- Leonforte, Italy: 8 y/o girl attacked - Article
- Pompeii, Italy: 8 y/o girl attacked - Article
- Carbonia, Italy: Small dog attacked and owner injured by 2 pit bulls - Article
- Catanzaro, Italy: Small dog attacked - Article
- Misilmeri, Italy: 49 y/o woman in serious condition after being attacked by her pit bull - Article
- Jaraguá, Brazil: Dog attacked by problematic pit bull - Article
- Greene County, MO: 8 y/o girl attacked while walking home from bus stop - Article
SOCIAL MEDIA ATTACKS
May 1
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Ijuí, Brazil: Mother dog and 4 of her puppies killed.
- Woodland, CA: Golden Doodle puppy mauled and owner injured by neighbor's pit - Post # May 2
- Cruz Alta, Brazil: 2 dogs attacked - Post
- North Spokane, WA: Cat severely injured after attack by pit bull - Post
- Americana, Brazil: Woman mauled by 2 pit bulls - Post
- San Diego, CA: 26 y/o man bitten by pit bull - Post # May 3
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Indiana, USA: Loose pit killed 2 chickens.
- Los Angeles, CA: Loose pit bull attacked another dog - Post
- Pompano Beach, FL: Shih Tzu/Maltese mauled by loose pit - Post
- Frankfort, KY: 9 y/o girl mauled by family pit bull - Post
- Toledo, OH: Young girl attacked by loose pit - Post # May 4
- Bella Vista, AR: Dog attacked by neighbor's pit - Post
- South Bend, IN: Lab attacked by 2 pit bulls in its own yard - Post
- New York, USA: Pit bull attacked another pit bull, biting her owner when they tried to intervene - Post
- Vancouver, WA: Shih Tzu violently attacked - Post # May 5
- West New York, NJ - Corgi attacked - Post
- Rio Grande, Brazil: Dog attacked by neighbor's pit who has already killed 6 dogs - Post
- Forreston, IL: Woman attacked at a park - Post # May 6
- Bellevue, WA: 2 Golden Retrievers attacked by loose pit bull - Post
- Omaha, NE: Dog and owner attacked by neighbor's pit - Post
- São José, Brazil: Owner threw his small dog out after it was attacked and injured by his pit bull - Post # May 7
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Franca, Brazil: Loose pit bull killed 2 dogs and injured another.
- Greensboro, NC: Woman attacked after protecting her 2 dogs from a pit bull - Post # May 8
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Cleveland, TX - Bull Terrier killed by group of pits.
- Detroit, MI: Woman attacked by neighbor's pit bull - Post
- São Miguel Arcanjo, Brazil: Community dog attacked - Post # May 10
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil: Cat killed.
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Anápolis, Brazil: Shih Tzu killed by neighbor's pit.
- Schenectady, NY: Woman attacked and disfigured by pit mix - Post # May 11
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Pitangueiras, Brazil: Dog killed by loose pit.
- Sarajevo, Bosnia: 4-month-old puppy gravely injured by 2 pit bulls - Post # May 12
- Pitangueiras, Brazil: 2 dogs and 1 person attacked by pit bull that killed a dog the day before - Post
- Birmingham, AL: Small dog attacked on own porch - Post # May 13
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Goiânia, Brazil: Dog killed by loose pit.
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Lucas do Rio Verde, Brazil: Small dog killed.
- Planaltina, Brazil: Dog attacked in its own yard -Post
- Duluth, GA: Dog attacked by unleashed pit - Post
- Tacoma, WA: Man and his dog attacked - Post # May 14
- Sydney, Australia: Border Collie attacked at dog park - Post # May 16
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Troy, NC: 4 dogs invaded property, attacking multiple animals and killing a pony.
- Los Angeles, CA: 2 elderly dogs in critical condition after being mauled by pit bull and Cane Corso - Post
- Los Angeles, CA: Dog attacked and owner injured - Post
- Cruz Alta, Brazil: Dog previously attacked on 5/2 attacked again by same pit bull - Post # May 18
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Ironton, OH: Yorkie killed by 2 pit bulls.
- Pasadena, TX: Basset mix bitten and owner attacked - Post # May 19
- Columbus, OH: Pit bull attempted to attack Italian Mastiff at dog park and bit the owner - Post # May 20
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Varginha, Brazil: Kitten killed by 2 pit bulls.
- Cypress, TX: Papillon attacked by family friend's pit bull - Post
- Tampa, FL: Puppy attacked - Post # May 22
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Maryland, USA: Cat killed by family pits.
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Carambeí, Brazil: Dog killed by loose pit. # May 23
- New Jersey, USA: Dog attacked and owner bitten - Post # May 24
- Berkeley, CA: Jack Russell mix attacked - Post # May 25
- Oudsbergen, Belgium: Dog critically injured after attack by loose pit bull - Post
- Tulsa, OK: DoorDasher attacked while making a delivery - Post # May 27
- Franklin, TN: Dalmatian attacked - Post
- Midwest USA: Dog out on a walk attacked by loose pit - Post
- Baltimore, MD: Golden Retriever attacked by fake service dog - Post
- Missouri, USA: Pregnant woman and partner attacked by pit bull - Post # May 28
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Newcastle, England: Westie killed by unmuzzled and off-leash pit bull. # May 29
- Brooklyn, NY: Woman attacked and bitten several times after walking past a pit bull - Post
- Virginia Beach, VA: Dogs out on a walk attacked by pit bull, one in serious condition - Post # May 30
- Charlotte, NC: Horse attacked by 2 pit bulls - Post # May 31
- Hawaii, USA: 2 attacks: Young boy attacked by neighbor's pit on his way home from school. Woman bit by same dog a few days prior - Post # Unconfirmed Dates
- ANIMAL FATALITY - Itaborai, Brazil: Shih Tzu killed by pit bulls.
- Lapa, Brazil: Mutt attacked - Post
- Dayton, OH: Small dog suffering from many injuries after attack - Post