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Dear Young Sloth, while writing these words, me and no other Sloth know if the original subreddit will ever be completely opened again, time will tell.
When arriving in here, the current state probably looks confusing to you (why are there multiple SLOTHANA subreddits, why, at the time of writing, is the sub with most members not letting anyone post new threads,...)
The reason has been explained on multiple occasions and is now part of history, which can still be accessed at any moment, by typing "MOD" in the search bar of this sub or on Slothana and digging a bit in the search results.
By clicking the link, you will arrive in a space we call the Sub-subreddit, the Subsub, and other names. I love to call it our Sacred Branch.
This spaces is not only the materialization of this community's strength and resilience, but also of its creativity. This space has helped tighten this community's bonds, reinforced our claws and will forever be part of this coin's history. This Space, a single thread, has held a 3.5k large community alive and is counting 5.6k comments at the time of writing. Name one other project that did the same.
If for any reason we can't get our OG sub back, please Sloths let's keep the light of our beloved Sacred Branch ON, and from the sub that would have took over the main sub role, let's visit the sacred branch every now and then, as a pilgrimage, an hommage to the founders of this community, and a reminder that in the darkest times, there's always a little light to guide you.
Much love to all you Sloths, brothers sisters, Freshly transformed dogs to sloths, OG's, and even the Fudder Sloths for they participated in our Diamondification process.
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MacBook M3 Pro vs Air M3 I am just wondering if anyone could help me in understanding what MacBook I should get next. I currently have a 2019 MacBook Pro that is slowly running out of life as it can’t run the programs I need it too. I am doing my graduate degree this fall and will need a reliable Mac that can run R Studio, Excel , Word and have numerous Books/ Research articles up at once. I have been looking at both MacBooks but I feel like when it comes to computers specs I feel like I’m reading hieroglyphics. Any help would be much appreciated on advice or suggestions. Thanks in advance.

My son who in the past 6 yrs has paid every one of his bills on time but he does not exist in the credit world like at all. How is this possible? He has a rented apartment, car insurance, home insurance, cell phone, but it's like he doesn't exist. He and his fiancee just had a child she is 3 months of age(and adorable I might add😃she has two children from a previous relationship. I am mom and live in babysitter. All 6 of us live in his 500 square foot apartment in Asheboro NC it has one door (bathroom) at 900 a month yeah I know. He's applied for other apartments he was approved for a $1425 four bedroom luxury apartment which would be nice but tight financially since his fiance is only going back to work part time because Xenovia (baby) is allergic to cow milk and we've been having a time getting her to hold down the milk. I will pay half they will pay half. He was approved for rental of house @1200 a month but we were not chosen as other people were a better match? But he's been denied cheaper apartments because he has no credit. His fiancee has a low credit score unfortunately right now. Can anyone give me any advice if you need further information just let me know and thanks in advance for your help 🙏 or any information you can give. Our lease on this apartment is up we either got to go or be stuck another year in this small space. How can he not exist and is there anything we can do to help us look more desirable to renters?

Hi everyone,
Apologies if this has been answered already, but which EET package/course should I purchase for the PE Exam and any studying tips that worked for you while using EET guides? I am planning on taking transportation in the fall so I should have about 4-5 months of prep before the exam.
Some background information - I took the PE Exam two years ago and used School of PE to study and failed. I have heard EET was better so I want to give it a shot this time around because I do not want to take it a third time. I work 40 hours a week and not sure if I will have time to sit down and watch every single lesson so I want to use my time as efficiently as possible.
Thanks for all your help!

Hello!

I am a Dungeon Master (1yr DM XP ; 8+yrs player XP) looking for new players to fill a group for a new campaign. This game will run on Roll20/discord. I aim to start in mid July however the making of your characters, session zero, meeting each other and my final prep will be in the meantime.
About the game:

• I run a mostly standard 5E game with a few changed rules and homebrew additions mostly for flavor text.
• I aim for each character to be important and impactful in my stories.
• The campaign is heavy role play but also have the occasional strategically difficult combats and/or dungeon.
• I am looking for about 3-6 players. If you have friends please feel free to share this application.

About the Campaign:

• I titled this campaign "The Hissing Gateways".
• The campaign is written by me with a few quests and scenarios from books.
• You will play as a group of adventurers hired to help Embrium Island (A Location I created in the Forgotten Realms) from hostile enemies seeming to target the city Reskellia.

If you take the time to fill out this application [ https://forms.gle/bGgxy4SWt8CS3weq5 ] and I feel you are a potentially great fit, I will reach out to you within 1 week (maybe two depending on popularity). Please take time in your responses. Thank you!
Feel Free to comment any questions.

I swear to God, every volume I expected the series to start making sense, but things kept getting wackier and wackier (in a good way) up until the last couple of chapters when everything finally got revealed. All in all, Q Hayashida did a good job in it as well, everything makes sense and I’m not confused about anything at the end.
One, teensy little, actually no fuck that kinda large complaint about the end.
Literally any and all romantic subplot was tossed at the end. Like, they kept waving Caiman and Nikaido, and Noi and Shin as “will they, won’t they” couples in our faces for what felt like the entire series. Fujita and Ebisu gave me more “friend” vibes which is why nothing happening between them didn’t bug me at all (also cuz yknow Ebisu is basically a vegetable) and if that’s the aim Hayashida was going for with the other two groups it did NOT come off that way. I was REALLY wanting atleast a kiss between Caiman and Nikado, but nope. Oh well, it’s over now, and it was still one of the best mangas I’ve ever read, easily top three. Also gyoza magic was funny as shit.

No god oc Or no Op if you prefer. No Idc (would be kind of hard here.) No romance (of course)

Your character were doing their normal activities, when suddenly everything goes black, like adsolutely every lights were extinguish at the same times, if something or someone was around them, well they seem to have dissapear, since whatever how much they walk they do not run into anything, the floor was making noise, that didn't fit with where they supposedly were.
After several minutes who feel like eternity, a small light appear in the distance, showing that the reason the floor was making noise, was because it is now made of plancks.
Going to the light for safety and of course by instinct, your character feel watch, something was definetely looking at them, they move their head in all direction, until they look up.
And they see, him, Lord Seller looking at them, with his sick golden eternal smile, how could he be this gigantic? How could he fit in this strange room, nothing was making sense, the character could feel their sanity slowly vanish.
Then he spoke, in a deep terrifying voice.
"Hm, well, look at yourself kind sir, you and I, we must speak, speak... about a business offer. I Have call myself, Lord Seller, no need for you to tell me your named, mistemiss Your oc name."
He smile look like it became even bigger when he ended his sentence.

Hello, how are you?
It's ya boi, the 3 time champion of the corolla cross. Here with some news about my opinions about your vehicle.
Here we go.
I have been in 6 corolla crosses in the past 20 months, all brand new.
They each independently elicit low quality of QC. 2003 Kia type feel.
I have personally owned:
2023 LE, 2024 XLE, 2024 XSE.
Here are problems I have encountered:
2023 LE: Car did not work in the rain, roof leaked water, mold in headliner, water behind dash, windshield removed, roof rail removed, headliner removed, battery replaced x2, drivers door alignment.
2024 XLE: delivered with volume knob broken, leaking AC refrigerant for 3 months, roof rails glued down X2, roof rails replaced x3, headliner removed.
2024: Delivered with volume knob broken again, hatch door out of alignment by 1/8", JBL speakers sound like they're going to blast my fucking doors apart, carpet loose under passenger side chair.
As a whole: the dealerships, service advisors, service managers, the Toyota engineers, Ann Marie, and Kyle from Toyota Canada are USELESS. (This is what makes them so easy to sue, honestly.)
There are several videos on YouTube where other critical reviewers show how panel spacing is unique between left and right sides. Roof rail placement unique between left and right sides. It's like no single QC process EVER compares left and right sides for the Toyota's built at the Mazda factory of methamphetamines.
To be concluded, I'll be keeping this one. Don't need Rav, hate the HRV and CRV, need more space than corolla, don't like Subaru, Mazda too driving oriented than utility.
It's a dance. But no. I am not impressed with the quality of my 2024 Hybrid Corolla Cross XSE. Not remotely. Side note, the hybrid drive is really good. It is the shining star of this car. The gas cross is a crime against humanity.
The eCVT is so good, truly.
Anyways, ignoring my specific complaints, there is a lot wrong with this model... Autistic gas gauges, shit remote range, unreasonable roof rail durability, terrible lights on the LE (should be illegal).
The fact they're shipping these cars with a subwoofer is a weird miscalculation in my opinion. The build quality is so shit it just doesn't work.
You wanna know what your JBLs will sound like?
Interior: "Bzzzzz bz bzzzzzz bz bzzzzzzzzz bzbzbbzzzzz"

Bangled, Tangled, Spangled, and Spaghettied
The “hairy summer” might come out as a one-off. I’ll write a trailer, and you guys tell me if it’s worth posting the short story!
From the weirdo who brought you Funky P. Beard and Married Mary... comes the story of a summer musical brimming with soulful singing, delightful dancing, and horrifying heaps of human garbage. Get bangled. Get tangled. Get spangled. And get spaghettited.... Cringey Val (and maybe ReddX Industries???) presents... A Hairy Summer and a Pearl Jam Cocktail!
Okay, here are the highlights: Scumbanger did something so vile and inappropriate, I’m not sure I can put it in writing without getting sued by an advocacy organization. Then there was this bossy cast member who stank so badly, the guys had to use the girls’ dressing room just so they could breathe without barfing. This pong monster was a tall, glamorous, genuinely talented drag queen named Thomas. He was American, but his name was pronounced, “Toh-MAH.” To this day, he remains the only gay guy I’ve ever known who had a hygiene problem.
And then there was the “historical consultant” who was supposed to be an expert on 1960s counterculture. This bozo couldn’t have possibly been much older than 40, so his claims of having "lived through the late 60s" just meant that he was a wee one at most during that era. He dyed his hair gray (this was obvious because he had brown roots), he dressed like Lewis Skolnick from Revenge of the Nerds, he was obsessed with Richard Nixon (even though he should have been talking about LBJ), and he openly hated everything about modern pop culture. Imagine a non-wholesome, Nixon-obsessed Norman.
And he loved younger women who enjoyed modern pop culture, yet he made it his mission in life to capture us and teach us the error of our ways. Don't get me wrong. I absolutely adore music, movies, novels, fashion... all sorts of things that were before my time. But I also enjoy generationally-appropriate pop culture. Video games. Shows like It's Always Sunny. Modern musicals like... (horrified gasp!) Hamilton. That doesn't make me a shallow moron, NORMAN. And I'm not going near the "mini museum" in your basement, ya creep. Nasty Norman finally got fired for sending Dionne a sausage selfie (she said he even dyed his pubes gray).
And then there was Mary’s inappropriate (and illegal) behavior when she came to see the show. Big titty privilege kept her out of jail, but she enjoyed running around making up stories about having done hard time and having swapped snail trails with her celly. She continued to write love letters to her "prison wife" long after she was released. That was probably a healthier marriage than her real one, to be honest. And remember, Mary never got arrested at all. The prison wife did not exist.
Summer ended and things began to simmer down, but Mary had to stir up some drama by making Funky a pearl jam cocktail at Filthy McNasty's. He ran crying to me over this heinous slight, even though this all happened during our one and only bona fide break. And he lured me back into his life with feigned emotional distress, assuring me that he just needed a friend. Nasty Norman had turned his creepy "old guy wanna-be" energy towards me after the show closed, and Funky offered to pose as my boyfriend a few times in an effort to discourage Norman. Somewhere along the line, it ceased to be an act. I'll give Funky this. He knew how to use creeps and flakes to prop himself up. I'm embarrassed that it worked on me. My current solution is to stay far, far away from the creeps and the flakes. So there's not even an opportunity for a gallant Nice Guy TM to offer his "services."
We now return to my “could, shoulda, wouldas.” George Straight definitely could have whooped Funky’s fool ass, but he distanced himself from me after Funky started hurling threats on Facebook. Since George was attractive and heterosexual, Funky assumed that I must have been plotting to shag him, hence the terroristic threats. And Funky stooped so low as to threaten Meagan, so I never blamed George for distancing himself to protect his lady.
In retrospect, yes. I could have definitely gone to Mad Mox for help. I could have gone to the university and asked them to place another call to social services. I could have gone to one of my professors and asked them to put me in touch with someone who specialized in helping people out of coercive control situations. But even though we had studied coercive control in one of my classes, I wouldn't admit that Funky was doing that shit to me until I looked back on the relationship with nothing to prove to myself.
The truth was that I was humiliated to have been in that kind of situation. Since I was a psych grad student, I felt like I should have known better. That's why I get so bristly when people leave comments that call my intelligence and my credentials into question, haughtily stating that I should have known better. I know they probably think they're making an astute observation or calling me out on some bullshit. Try taking a beat and just doing a cursory google search next time you feel the need to make such a comment.
You'll quickly see that it's not at all uncommon for individuals in every corner of the mental health profession to have been victims of some sort of maltreatment. Yes, even AFTER having completed grad school, an internship, a fellowship, med school, or even decades of practice. If I hadn't been so ashamed, I would have reached out for help as soon as the mask slipped. I thought I was confident in my stance that one should never carry around shame or self-blame after having been mistreated. But, dude... I have struggled emotionally with the shaming and blaming that appears in every single comments section I've dared to peruse throughout the airings of these stories. It's a broader problem that I'm really not prepared to tackled right now.
Okay, what was that? My third dash of salt? I really am done now. And I'm pretty sure there's still plenty of salt left over for The Hot Dog Man! Let's get back on track! Coulda, shoulda, woulda. Hindsight's 20/20. I learned a hard lesson. And, for better or worse, I decided to share it. Warts and all. Not genital warts... I just mean I'm trying really hard to own it where I fucked up.
Let’s lighten the mood and catch up with the beardos and weirdos!
WHERE ARE THEY NOW???
I’ll kick things off with some dirt on D.E.N.N.I.S. I hadn’t thought about him in years. We had remained Facebook friends, but we’d never had any meaningful exchanges. And then one day, out of nowhere, I got a very long DM from him. He apologized profusely for his behavior in grad school, admitted that he knew he’d broken my heart, and he insisted that we should meet for drinks when he was back in California on business. Drinks? I thought Dennis didn't drink. Maybe that accidental shot to tequila steered him away from the LAWD and down the sinful path of the bottle!
I should probably mention that Funky had hacked into my laptop, copied my diary, and posted it online in its entirety while we were dating. So Dennis had gotten to read my terrible Carrie Bradshaw impression in which he was the Mr. Big character. “I could help but wonder... How could a grown man, a grown who loved to study human behavior, fail to muster the courage to meet the eyes that had looked upon his naked body the night before.” Ugh...
When I arrived, with some trepidation, at the hotel bar... I couldn’t spot The Golden God. And then a man in a snazzy suit with a mighty beer gut and an unflattering goatee tripped my fusiform face area. Being a bit of a "short king," his frame didn't exactly allow him to rock the beer gut. So apparently it was the beer can, not the tequila bottle that had corrupted douchey, duplicitous, oh so dashing, butt-blasting Dennis.
Despite the mighty beer gut and hideous facial fuzz, Dennis put on a cocksure and flirtatious air straight away and was shocked when I wasn’t receptive. Looks like the D.E.N.N.I.S. system won’t work forever. And it wasn’t the weight and the awful goatee that made the thought of bedding The Menace uninteresting. It was the fact that I had bedded Axton. That was one of those “unicorn situations” where the reality exceeded the expectation to an extent that I feel slightly uncomfortable describing... There was no way in hell Dennis could compare. Axton, at his most basic, could fuck circles around Dennis at his peak.
The Menace nevertheless started spamming me with long, inappropriate, saccharine text messages. No sausage selfies, fortunately. Just half-hearted apologies, vague declarations of love, and then paragraphs upon paragraphs of cringe-worthy erotica that seemed to have been copy/pasted from an old fanfic forum full of filthy-minded freaks. No one could ever build palaces out of those paragraphs, let alone cathedrals. Burn, bitch. How the mighty fall.
Now let’s move on to Moe. Funky’s tasteless smear campaign had absolutely no effect on Moe’s ways, for the record. Another altruism fail for Funky. The last time I bumped into Moe, he was throwing a temper tantrum because an extremely inebriated, much younger woman had called her girlfriend to pick her up instead of getting into the car with him. He was wearing baggy jeans, a Vulcan Science Academy hockey jersey, some bizarre medallion, ridiculous kicks, fake freckles (most of which got lost in his wrinkles), and a sideways baseball cap. And he had made a miserable attempt to paint his fingernails. I think he currently has a livestream where he talks about Tarot Cards and love spells. And he apparently pays escorts to appear on these streams. To my knowledge, Moe has never actually harmed anyone, but all signs point to him continuing to be a creepazoid.
And now for some good news! Mary is a normal human being now!!! She spent at least a year in a mental health facility where she was obviously an active participant in her own recovery because the treatment seemed to do a world of good. I’m not super close to her anymore, but she was well-mannered and pleasant last time I saw her. I honestly had a good time catching up with her. She’s lost a bunch of weight and is now as gorgeous as she believed herself to be during the events of the story.
But I don’t want to put too much emphasis on the weight. She was obnoxious during the Married Mary saga, primarily because of her behavior. And even though it can come off as cringey, I have some degree of admiration for women who can strut their stuff no matter their size. If I get so much as some mild monthly bloating, you can bet I’ll be wearing oversized sweatshirts. Anyway, Married Mary is RE-Married Mary, and she seems genuinely smitten with her new hubby. So let’s all give her a big round of applause for doing the work and embracing personal growth. Way to go, girl!!! But please stop talking about the time Dennis peed on you. You're more than a big-tittied urinal cake. Plus... It's gross.
As for Funky? His ass was in jail. Excuse me. PRISON. It’s difficult to explain what landed him there because mentions of the specific crime that he committed are frowned upon under any and all circumstances. So I’ll be vague. A few years after I escaped, he sloppily photoshopped some poor dude’s face onto some... truly vile images in an unsuccessful effort to frame the poor dude. And he posted these images all over social media, so he got busted for distributing... that.
For whatever reason, he didn’t stay in prison for very long, and he’s once again a free beard. I have no contact with him, I have no desire to know more about his current situation, and I don’t even think I’d recognize him if I saw him since he probably had to shave in prison. But for the sake of those close to him, I do hope that he finds a way to explore the roots of his rage. I’m just not sure what it would take to convince him to consider the possibility that his various vicious attacks are not, in fact, acts of altruism.
And now feels like a good time to reveal the single most shocking truth about Funky... He was well-endowed. Why was he so insecure about the size of his member??? Maybe because its largeness made the whisky willy worse since there was more surface area for the reduced blood flow to (quite literally) “let down.” Maybe he watched too much hentai and felt itty-bitty in comparison to cartoon dongs. Maybe he’s just a generally insecure person. I have no idea. But it’s weird, right? He positively oozed small pee-pee energy.
Mori, according to reliable sources, is now running a small sex cult... Excuse me. A “kink retreat” in Hawaii. I never got to know Mori well enough to attempt a deep dive into his psyche. Weird and power-hungry as he appeared, he never struck me as cruel. But it seems that his monkeyshines were exceptionally off-putting to some people, and I do apologize if I crossed a line by writing about the staff shenanigans. I wasn't personally bothered by it; but as I've said many times, I've apparently encountered more nasty situations than the average person, so my gross-o-meter needs some recalibrating.
And as a person who, believe it or not, takes writing seriously, I’ll certainly take the negative responses into account if I ever decided to try to spin this story into something resembling a book. Mori played an integral role in my escape by putting Funky in his place just enough to give me the upper hand for a moment, so I feel horrible for accidentally writing him as nothing but a loathsome perv. I mean, he *was* weird as hell, but he was also nuanced. I think I failed at getting that across. Then again, I feel like some people really enjoyed Mori. I suppose it's fun to have a divisive character in your story! So I'll have some pros and cons to weigh.
But let’s move on to the guy who got a universally good reaction!!! Snorlax married a girl named Eevee and I still see them fairly regularly to play non-degenerate games of Shadowrun at the vintage gaming shop that Sage and Athena intend to take over when the current owner retires. Oh, and Snorlax’s physical therapy eventually got him back in the ring, and he’s a mound of pure, intimidating muscle again. Still smokes the devil’s lettuce, but in moderation. Sage and Athena got married a few years after the events of the story and they have two adorable kiddos. Axton remains one of my dearest friends in the world even though we never really became a couple.
I was worried that people would be annoyed with me for including a romantic subplot in the Funky P. story. And then I was worried that people would be mad because Axton and I didn’t get married and have babies. But I think I was once again worried about imaginary critics. I’ll reiterate what I said in the afterward of Funky P. Beard: I’m genuinely happy being single. Some of us are just wired that way. I love Axton to the moon and back, but I don’t think I would love him so much if we’d tried to force a labeled relationship that wasn’t happening naturally.
Let’s move on to the non-beardy people from the Married Mary saga! They’ve been through some rough stuff that’s really not my place to share. But they’ve all landed on their feet! I’m currently gathering my costume for Lucy’s daughter’s birthday party. Yes, I still do the party princess thing. I doubt I’ll ever stop donning costumes for kids’ parties, even if I eventually have to switch to dressing up as Disney villains when I get too old to pass for a princess. Is there an opportunity for some social commentary about ageism? Yeah. Probably. Go nuts in the comments!
And thank you so, so much for reading! I know I’ve said it before, but I don’t have the words to express how much it means to me when anyone is able to power through tales of my bizarre experiences, even if those experiences aren’t relatable. If you made it, I have endless admiration for your patience. Extra special thanks to ReddX for lending his voice and his hysterically funny and insightful commentary to these stories!!! Without the videos, Funky P. Beard and Married Mary would just be a bunch of impotent words disintegrating in the dumpsters of publishing houses, or bleakly existing in the void of an unvisited blog. To ReddX and the entire ReddX gang, you guys are LEGENDS for breathing life into these stories.
As for me, I’m certainly no legend. But I am a functional, content human being with a fabulous family and plenty of friends who love and accept me despite my past foolishness. My life is far from perfect, but I’m still perky and free-spirited. Funky didn’t take that away. And for whatever it’s worth, I never got duped by another neckbeard following the Funky farce, although quite a few tried. I’m a little weird. I'm not particularly bothered by weirdness in others. And that sometimes makes me beard bait. I know that. So whenever I clock a warning sign of beardery, I slowly back away from the impending drama, smoke a bowl, and laugh it off... so to speak. I’m just saying I try to be more like Snorlax.
And the time has come for me to slowly back away from this story. It’s been both a labor of love and a healing exercise to write this, but it might have felt like a chore to read it or listen to it. If so, I deeply regret that. I tried to make this an entertaining ride, but I can certainly understand why it might not be universally relatable. And I probably could have done a better job of explaining what made me feel trapped in the relationship with Funky if I had been willing to take a big, steamy trauma dump on the internet. But I’m hoping this installment was more of a trauma shart. So now... I wipe away the skid-marks, flush the remnants of Funky down the toilet and simply light a match. No need to spray an entire can of Axe.

Hello, ill put the summarized context of my argument first here so you guys know why I got angry with this certain person.

vet clinic near my area that used to have 24 hour timings before (google says timings were changed 5 weeks ago was never informed)
been going to this vet for a year now to get my cat groomed and treated been there as late as 12am
gave my cat to vet at 7pm to be groomed
vet told me he will call when he done (like the usual)
at 11pm after waiting alot i call them to ask whats the holdup, no response
i decide to go to the clinic myself, no one is there and the lights even fans are off pitch dark
i wait from 11pm and call the number provided online and on board this entire duration
at 11:42 the worker whos at night shift comes saying he went to eat (left all the pets and went to 6km away to have dinner he told us himself where he went)
the worker is not a vet (he says) but hes the one who manages the pets and grooms them
i argue with him as to why this happened he says its not his fault since hes not the doctor
i get quiet, then as i walk near the clinic door i see my cat roaming freely around the clinic clawing at the door, the clinic has surgery room, grooming room and pet storage which are all connected and all doors are wide open. ALL other pets are in their respective cages except mine, roaming in the complete darkness
i get heated at the sight of this and yell at the worker and he says its my fault for not coming on time (when i was not informed what time to come)
i take my cat from him (who is for some reason hissing at him which she never does)
he asks for payment i said to call the doctor here first so he can explain what happened here
he says it isnt possible at this time
i leave saying ill pay when the doctor comes

SO this is what happened, and ive been feeling severe anxiety after this event cos maybe i shouldnt have yelled or maybe it is my fault i dont know i cant stop thinking of it and i have a really important exam in the morning and i need help, i have too much anxiety to do anything please advise

Okay, I finally got the courage to write this. So, like two years ago, I was in a relationship with a guy who was kind, lovely, funny, but maybe asexual??
I have an extremely high sex drive, and in the beginning of the relationship, we were chatting about sex, things that he would like to do to me, etc. A month flew by, and I was at his place like six or seven times already, but he never made the first move, so I thought, "Okay, maybe he needs some time."
The following month, we were at his place again, alone. It was like 11 p.m., and we were just drinking, vibing to some music, dancing, and I started undressing slowly. I got completely naked, but he just said, "No, I don't want to have sex with you."
I burst into tears and told him that I love him, but I just can't be in a relationship like that, so I left him on the spot because I felt unwanted.
AITAH for doing that?

I’m at a loss and kind of discouraged at the moment. So I need some advice. I’m under contract for a lot (0.4 acres) that is in a great area and it’s at a great price for the area. I mean a GREAT price…. under 15k. It’s rare to find anything in the area under 20k even for less than half an acre. The owner did not have the land surveyed or perc tested though.
I found a surveyor who gave me a very confident 2 week time frame. Then I found a soil scientist that could complete the perc test once the survey was done. So I made an offer with contingencies on the two.
Now, 6 weeks later, my surveyor has basically ghosted me after continuing to tell me he would have it completed week after week (up to the 5th week). Therefore I cannot have the soil test done before my contingency date.
So, here is where I need advice…. Do I ask for an extension and try to stick with the surveyor in hopes that he is just too busy to get back with me? Or do I just back out?
Reasons I would back out: -property is at a 20-25% slope and perc test may fail anyways. Slope will also make it more expensive to build although I feel the price of the land would offset that.
-I am not sure I can find another surveyor that could get it surveyed for at least another 6 weeks and I don’t think the seller will extend our contract that long.
-I will need to get all utilities for the property. The closest for any of them is 500ft. So it will be a bit pricey to get the water and electricity hooked up.
-the city has a regulation that I can only disturb 50% of the property due to the slope.
-I could be wasting money if the perc test comes back bad.
Reasons I really want to try to stick with it: -lot is very cheap.
-I can buy it outright and the property taxes aren’t very much. So I can sit on it a while before building.
-I loveeee the area. And the seclusion of the property.
-there are two lots on each side that I could possibly contact the owners about buying in the future if needed for septic. (Aka: soil is good but not enough land)
-I have been in the housing market for almost 4 years and haven’t seen anything but 1 or 2 homes I’m even slightly interested in. And they had multiple offers the first day they’re listed. All higher than I was willing to go.
Please let me know what you would do in this situation fellow redditors. TIA

Hi! I am an incoming med student looking for housing that I can commute from to the hospital (<30 min) and with a lot of natural light in the apartment. My roommate and I are hoping to be in a not too quiet area near grocery options. If we commute back later at night or during the winter, we just want to make sure that we are in a safe, well-lit area. One thing I noticed is that buses seem pretty frequent to these areas in the day, but after 7pm, there seem to be no options back. What do you do in those situations? We are both out of state and have not lived in cold areas, so this is all a bit new for us. I also heard some places tend to have power outages, so we are hoping to live in areas that minimise those issues (me and everyone in Ann Arbor ... I know). We are currently looking at three places for a 2b/2b below $3000/unit, but if you have any better options than the ones I listed below, I would love to know!!:

1. State Street Apartments

Pros:

• Near groceries
  
• Close to bus line (20 min)
  
• Floor plan seems spacious enough for a desk and bed in my room
  

Cons:

• McKinley management company is said to be horrible by many reviewers on google

1. Arbor Village Apartments

Pros:

• Recently renovated apartments (but con is that we may not get those newly renovated spaces)
  
• Management seems better and responsive
  
• Near bus (20 min) and groceries
  

Cons:

• Floor plan doesn't seem like it can accommodate a desk and a bed
  
• Not guaranteed a newly renovated space and I'm not sure how good/clean the older units are
  

1. Woodbury Garden Apartments

Pros:

• Near groceries
  
• Close to bus line (30 min)
  
• Seems like it has good management
  
• Lots of natural light
  

Cons:

• Seems to have older facilities (but not bad)
  
• Smaller bedroom in the 2b 1.5b seems cramped (not able to fit bed and desk)
  
• My roommate wanted a 2b/2b (but I don't think this isn't as big of a deal since we'd only have to really share a shower).
  
• A little farther away from the hospital than the other two
  

Expect BIG MUSHOKU TENSEI LIGHT NOVEL SPOILER. They are tagged as spoilers.
I noticed that a lot of my surroundings doesn't know the importance of family. By family, I am specifically talking about Parents, Wife and kids.
Mushoku Tensei, throughout the LN and Anime has family as a core concept.
Unlike other Anime or stories, the guy is not directly thrown into a world where he starts playing an leveling up. Rather the few episodes and Chapters you ask yourself: " Okay, why is he still with his parents???? "
The guy is starting as a normie, having a mom and a dad. Then at some points he detaches from them. He find women accross his life journey. He gets married and build his own family.
Imagine this: " Rudeus not being able to get married and build a family " (like Oldeus)
Will he still have been considered successful ? Will he still have been satisfied with his life during his last encounter with Hitogami ?
People can say a lot of things about success.
For some it may be carreer, Men and Women are striving to build good carreers and become Managers. We hear a lot of girls and boys saying "I want to be independant and focus on my career"
For some it may be money, whether having a big home or even doing non moral jobs to get there.
For other it may be just being happy by having no long term relationships whatsoever and by not willing to do sacrifice. For example people quitting jobs because they do not like it.
If Mushoku Tensei told me one thing, people who are successful are those who built a strong family !!!

Zexal and Tobias, stay away.
I’ve got two players who will be getting together for a goofy, low stakes session, and we’re all big fans of the Yakuza series. So, these Lv. 11 characters will be taking a break from the chaos of the main story to wander the city hubworld and get into some Substory nonsense.
So, what sort of yakuza-styled substories would make for particularly funny encounters? Combat isn’t necessary, but it’s also not discouraged.

A few days ago, someone started to send anonymous letters to everyone in my small town. They weren’t special or anything, just a plain envelope with “To the current resident of” written neatly across the center. There wasn’t a stamp on any of them which means whoever sent it had to personally deliver each and every one.
Like I said, my town is small but with a population of about 1200 people and miles of rural farmland in between some houses, getting these letters into each mailbox was hours of work. That’s why I don’t believe this is some kind of weird prank like everyone else seems to think. No one would spend dozens of hours making sure each letter was personally delivered only to keep it anonymous.
Besides the point, I've been having some weird experiences and I think this letter is a part of it.
I’ve transcribed the letter below.
To the current resident of REDACTED,
I hope this letter finds you. Forgive me if this all seems a bit desperate but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t. I don’t feel the need to tell you my name, you should already be well aware of who this is. Who else would send hundreds of letters just to try and get your attention? You always claimed I had a dramatic streak. Is this theatrical enough for you?
I know you think I should have moved on by now, gone back to my normal life. But once you are shown the galaxies, star gazing seems so painfully dull. Besides, a girl never forgets her first possession. I know we agreed not to use that word my dear, but I can’t find the right words to describe what we were. Not in any human language, that is. I think that is one of the things I miss the most. The way your voice would whisper words to me in sounds that nobody could ever even attempt to imitate. Some nights, when I miss you more than what I think is left of my soul can bear, I try and make those sounds but nothing comes out. You stole that from me when you left.
I remember being so afraid in the beginning. Losing time and finding myself in places I had no memory of going to. One moment I am in school staring lifelessly at a chalkboard and then hours have passed and I’m suddenly in my bedroom without any recollection of what happened between those two moments. Then my body started to feel as if it was burning. I would sit naked choking on ice cubes and drenching my skin with cool water, but nothing helped. I should have realized it was you sooner. I should have known your touch would always set my skin alight.
That was when Mother demanded she take me to the doctor. I know now that that made you furious but, in the moment, I was nearly delirious with fever I couldn’t sense you in the back of my mind. It’s funny, I never noticed that little hole in the back of my brain before you filled it. Now, it sits there aching in the emptiness. I know you must be drinking in the wine of my misery but I would hope that you can continue reading this before getting drunk off my pain as you are wont to do.
By late August Mother had called in Father Bishop. Do you remember the names you used to make me call him? At first, I was so embarrassed to be using such language in front of a man of God, but you showed me how to delight in his abject horror. By the third day of what was a sorry excuse for an exorcism I didn’t need you to tell me what to say, I could string together the foulest words imaginable. That was the first time I ever heard you laugh. I thought it was the most beautifully haunting sound in the world. I still do.
By October, I’m sure you remember that Father Bishop was gone. One wrong step leaving down the stairs then he was at the landing, his spine jutting out from his neck like a railroad spike under his skin. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have seen the beauty in it. Without you I may have never truly met myself. But standing at the top of the stairs, my arms stretched out in front of me, that is when I fully became the person you wanted me to be, the person I was always meant to become.
Mother and Father of course had to be disposed of. Father had an unfortunate accident when his cigarette slipped and ignited on his whiskey-soaked beard. Mother of course being the dimwitted woman she was decided the bake my birthday cake with peanuts even though she had been known to have an allergy all her life. Perhaps she could have called for help, but her throat swelled up so suddenly I’m not sure what more could have been done.
By eighteen, you and I were living an extraordinary life. Bouncing from city to city on railways. Taking whatever we needed and stealing the rest. With each death, I became faster, smarter, and more bloodthirsty. You, my darling, drove me to the darkest places of myself and there is where I finally found comfort.
Peeling the skin off the face of the man who offered me four dollars to sleep with him. Chewing off the fingers of the shop woman who accused me of stealing, which of course I did. For a few years there you and I were truly free. Living out our most depraved fantasies. Those were the best years of my life.
You know where this ends don’t you? It ends somewhere outside of Missouri, my hands deep inside the man’s gaping hole of shotgun wound. I don’t think I will ever forget how the entrails wrapped around my finger like a wedding ring. That was where the police found me. Usually, you were always so careful. Constantly scanning our surroundings. You always kept me safe. Until the end that is. I remember the moment you left. The sudden coldness, the space in my mind, the ache in the burning embers of my soul. You were gone without a moment’s hesitation. Did I do something wrong, my love? I spent those first few hours in the police station screaming out in pain for you, but you never came. Eventually, they threw me into the hospital convinced I was having some sort of medical emergency. The 107-degree fever is all you left behind.
The wheels of so-called justice move slowly in this country. I remained at that hospital for months as the doctors tried to treat me for illnesses that had never been seen before. I wasn’t sick though, my body was just processing the loss of you, the loss of its other half. Meanwhile, the police started to piece together the fabric of our life together. A dismemberment in Tuscan, a disembowelment in Boston. I’m not sure we were even guilty of some of the charges, but all that time spent together began to slip into itself, the memories fogging over like a bathroom mirror.
My lawyers plead insanity of course. I had no reason to lie. I told them the truth and they chose to believe what they wanted to of it. I was young, maybe 20 or 21 by the time they decided that incarceration in an asylum was the best course of action. So, I rotted away in there for nearly six decades before they released me on what the doctors called compassionate release. I’m dying obviously, but at an accelerated rate. I will only share the details once we meet again. You know what they say, leave him wanting more.
I knew I had to find you again before my time runs out. It wasn’t hard to track you down. It looks like you and I are doing the same thing. We are both going back to where it started.
You, my dear, have not changed one bit. All I had to do was follow the headlines back to this dusty town. Maybe you already know I’m here? Maybe you can sense my presence the way I can yours? Perhaps you are trying to wait me out, and see who will break first? Getting back together with an old flame can be a bit of a game of chess I hear. I’ve decided to break the standoff first. If you won’t show your cards by making yourself known, I will just have to search each and every person until I find you.
I don’t have long left, my darling. The truth of the matter is I have a few months at most but more than likely we are left with only a few weeks to be together. Before I die, I only want to be with you. One last hurrah, one last time to feel the fire of your touch, the hypnotic melody of your voice. One last time for you to take my hand and wash my body in the blood of our sin. I will wait my love.

Yours eternally,


That’s where it ends, whoever sent it didn’t sign their name although that isn’t much of a surprise. I want to write this off as a hoax or something stupid like that. I really, really want to believe this isn’t real. But I can’t. I can’t pretend like I don’t know what this letter means.
I started to lose time. It wasn’t a lot at first, a few minutes maybe twenty at most. It was enough time that I noticed but I rationalized it. But yesterday I lost a whole hour. I was in the grocery store looking at the pasta selection and then suddenly I was home. Then today on my way to work I blinked and suddenly it was the middle of the afternoon and I had three missed calls from my boss wondering where the hell I was.
When I got home I was hit by a sudden wave of exhaustion, my vision went fuzzy and I collapsed in the hallway. My boyfriend found me there an hour or so later when he got home. He said I was burning up with a fever but our thermometer must have been busted because it came in at 107 degrees. And now as I sit in our kitchen pouring over this letter that was slipped under our door, I can feel the most painful heat building up in my fingertips. I swear the paper was burnt where my fingers had been.
I can’t risk that this letter is some kind of joke, not when I am physically starting to feel like whoever it was that wrote this letter felt before- I don’t want to think about it. I’m not a violent person, I’m not a criminal. I won’t be. I can’t be. How the hell do you stop a possession once it's already begun? I don’t know what to do. I’m not a religious person but do I pray? Someone, please help me. Please for the love of all that is holy- someone tell me what to do. I'm so scared.
I can’t become a monster.
I can’t become a demon.

I am now at my first year of highschool (in America but I am in Europa, just thought it would be easier) and next week my exams start. I have to exams a year and these are the last one, two weeks each week five days. I always got around 75 on my exams and I felt pretty good about it because I never studied hard. Last exams I got 73 what is not bad but I feel like I can do better. I am aiming for 75 but I do know I need to study more. If I get 75 I will already get a big reward from my parents but I don't think that will be enough to motivate myself to study. I need some tips please!