I recently watched this video but I don't quite understand how this plays out.
So in the video, it is said that summoning a monster in CL2 will make all "When" effect trap holes miss timing.
I thought about the following chain:

1. Player Alice activates and is able to resolve Branded Fusion, summoning Lubellion the Searing Dragon.
2. In a new chain, Alice activates Lubellion's effect, discarding a card. In response, Player Bob activates the set trapcard Traptrix Trap Hole Nightmare.

This will result in Lubellion's effect being negated and it being destroyed.
Let's try to have the trap hole miss its timing:

1. Alice activates Branded Fusion, and chains Branded Opening.
2. In a new chain, Lubellion is summoned and its effect activated, then Aluber is special summoned and its effect activated. Bob responds with Traptrix Trap Hole Nightmare.

The trap will negate the last thing happening I assume, so Aluber would be affected. But it didn't miss timing, right? What difference would it make if the trap hole card started with "If"?

I'll try and keep it short, we've been together for 5 years. Both enjoy our video games, we don't play often maybe couple nights a week, I only usually play something when she is
I'm a fan of MMO's, last week I was playing Final Fantasy XIV which is an online game you play with others. You can't pause this game, a lot of the game requires the entire team to constantly work together.
Last week I'm playing it and my girlfriend asks me to make her a coffee which is fine I always do that and said "give me 10 minutes I'm just finishing this game" I was playing with a random group and if I stopped we'd all lose, now in my mind, I don't think I was being unreasonable
This created a huge argument when I noticed 10 minutes later she was not happy, I asked her what was wrong and she told me it's clear I picked the game over her. I said I didn't I was just at a point I couldn't really stop
She told me that's stupid, there are more important things than the game and I should be able to just put it down
So I told her, yeah there are more important things, I would have put it down if I needed too or if I knew you felt this strongly about it and I apologised
But this blew up into a huge argument, like she was questioning our entire relationship based on this one time I didn't immediately put down a game because I was playing with others (this has never happened before)
The argument eventually subsided and I decided it's only a game its not worth all this, so I don't play that game anymore so this situation doesn't happen again
Yesterday she asks me "why don't you play your online game anymore" and I told her, I don't want to get into a situation like last week where I can't stop playing in the middle of something
This started another argument where I get told I don't get it, it shouldn't be a situation, I should just put it down. I explained, you can't just put it down, you're playing with other people and it's not fair on them if I suddenly just stop playing. She said that's stupid, I can definitely just put it down
I tried to explain this whole thing is stupid, it's just a game, that's why I stopped playing it because it's not important, she's saying me choosing to not play it is just as bad because that means if I was still playing I'd still choose the game over just stepping away from it when I need to (I don't understand this point)
And now this whole thing had become this big situation over this one tiny event
Am I missing something here?

ok so basically, I have been flushing condoms down my toilet, and I stopped about 2 months ago because I realize how dumb I was for my plumbing. But now my toilet's water is so bad, and it flushes so poorly I stopped using it. I think I know what the suspect might be but what should I do? I have been using the living room bathroom for the time being, but there's a renovation about to happen in my bathroom, and I need to figure out what to do before my family finds out. I am going to buy a toilet snake today. but are there any other options that are better?

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Good morning everyone. Just a few quick things.
Sorry to those of you on Reddit. I messed up the tags for Part.3 of Chap.150 and it didn't send notifications out from the bots. I went ahead and reuploaded the chap so hopefully, you got it then.If not here and you missed it, here is part 3 of chapter 150.
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Two, as I mentioned at the end of the last chap, I am taking a small break to recoup and get everything fixed up for the recap of Vol.6. I shall see you again on Thursday the 23rd for the Side Stories and for the final week of double posting.
I think the Side Stories are pretty fun this time, as we get some action, adventure, and behind-the-scenes events. As well as checking in on some others :D
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this epilogue as we are going to get some action with our old friends in Hades Squad.
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Year 2517, floating somewhere in Federation deep space.
“Heimdall, I don’t mean to question orders, but is something like this actually possible?” Apollo asked as he settled into his harness.
“Yeah, they are keeping us in the dark about this new tech. I don’t really like that,” Hephaestus added.
“And it almost killed you! What the hell is that, huh? They just expect us to—”
“Relax, Artemis, everyone. It’s as they say. I had the same concerns, but Suárez cured all my worries. I saw it with my own eyes. And the tech is being kept on the down-low for reasons just like this. Besides, we might all be freedom fighters and allies in this war, but we are still just soldiers,” I told them, wagging a finger at them.
“So it’s possible to rip a ship out of warp?” Apollo asked, his blue eyes piercing into me.
I nudged Va'cot. “Well, you tell them, won’t you?”
Va'cot nodded slightly. “The Council was working on anti-warp technology for many years, but as far as I’m aware, it never left the initial stages. They lacked any reliable power source to affect ships,” she said in her usual toneless voice.
“But now things are different, huh?” Artemis mused.
She’s right. Things are different now, and we experienced that firsthand.
The anti-warp tech was the real deal, and it nearly took my life. We got our first taste of it on the raid on that space station. I got hit by multiple bullets, and they all left nasty wounds that took an extended amount of time to heal. It was like they left a lingering curse on me or something like that.
It turned out it had to do with these new crystals the Federation found, and we managed to capture one on that very station. That’s why they were so hellbent on blowing it to kingdom come. They resembled the crystals everyone used for warp travel, but these new crystals were… different.
The crystals used in warp drives came in a myriad of bright colors and sizes. Some were as large as a man, and others could even get as big as a bear. It just depended, and as far as we could tell, the color never mattered, and the size just indicated how big of a ship it could move. Those were the only fundamental differences.
But these new crystals were pitch black and smaller, no longer than a finger. But they exuded some kind of sickening aura. The second they busted it out of its containment, I wanted to vomit, which was a new experience for me. The thing felt perverse and wholly wrong, like an evil artifact of some type.
But I’ll be damned, evil, god-given, whatever its power was, the thing was powerful. Two finger-sized crystals were enough to rip a ship out of warp, something that I wasn’t able to believe ‘till I saw it with my own eyes.
When I sat on the bridge of the Stormpike and watched a frigate get pulled out from warp, suddenly, I felt as if I had witnessed a significant change in the way of the galaxy, and I was glad the Council never got their hands on the technology. While in the warp, it was thought that a ship was untouchable until it came out from its warp point.
And it’s not like warping around was omnipotent. It had its limits, and everything had a cost. But regardless…
It’s a shame we only have ten crystals in total. We have no idea where the Federation got them or how many they have in stock, but we think it’s only a few, and they don’t seem to know about pulling ships out of warp yet. And we are sadly already down six. And two of them are about to be used to pull this mission off.
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter if we know how it works,” Artemis said, shrugging her shoulders. “If it gets me face to face with that old hag so I can rip her arm off and beat her to death, then that’s all that matters.”
There was a moment when none of us said anything. Typically it would be best to…steer away from that kind of talk before a life-or-death capture mission, but I felt that everyone was of the same mind. I think, given a chance, everyone would do what Artemis was thinking.
Well, maybe not Va’cot. She’s a good girl when she isn’t trying to slice someone’s throat.
“Now, now. You know we can’t do that,” I chastised half-heartedly. “If you killed her then everything would be for naught, Artemis.”
Artemis clicked her tongue. “Fine, one swift kick to the ribs oughta do it. I promise I won’t break her in half.”
I just chucked wryly. “What you don’t know is that we already lost life to get this information. I’m sure that person is rolling in their grave right after hearing you.”
Artemis begrudgingly nodded in agreement. “But is all of this information accurate? It’s so little, and we were not able to confirm it. Right, Heimdall?” Apollo argued.
I sighed internally but also couldn’t help but remark on just how much everyone had changed. Once upon a time, it was unthinkable for any of these people to question the validity of a mission. Sure, some gripes or questions needed to be answered for clarity, but outright skepticism?
Twenty years ago, that was unthinkable. Guess it all changed because of him, huh?
“Our ever lovely Suárez personally guaranteed that the mole was a trustworthy source. It’s taken us all this time just to find a single trace of her after the war, so this is all we’ve got. It’s now or never,” I explained.
Everyone nodded to themselves and relaxed a bit. It’s not like it would have changed anything, whether the mole was suspicious or not. We’d been waiting for an opportunity like this for over a decade by that point.
”Besides, I’m running out of time,” I muttered quietly to myself as I closed my cybernetic hands.
I had lost the use of both my arms the previous year. Every part of my body ached, and getting up in the morning was becoming more of a challenge with every sleepless night I went through. That was another thing: sleep.
I didn’t have to sleep all that much compared to a normal Human. Back in the day, I could go weeks without even a wink of sleep and still be right in the ol’ mind. But as the sand of my youth trickled down the hourglass, I’d wanted to sleep more than ever.
Getting old sucks. Suárez told me that I only had a few more years, even if I stopped what I was doing and retired for good. Not that I have any plans of doing so. I’m in too deep to go back to AJS and plant flowers with the kids again…
Well, it is what it is—just another mission.
I stood up from my seat and looked out at the four people in my squad. “As all of you already know, this mission is both critical and dangerous. We have forty minutes to succeed, thirty minutes for the warp drive to warm up after taking the ship out, and ten to extract. That also includes the time it takes for their comms to come back on and send a signal.”
I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck. “I don’t need to remind you that we are far from any kind of backup. If we miss that forty-minute deadline, the two cruisers are to leave without us, and we are to sabotage the enemy vessel and go down with it”
Everyone nodded a single time. “Our primary goal is to secure the doctor alive by any means necessary. If things turn for the worse, we are to eliminate her along with the ship. The mole couldn’t give us concrete details on her security, but it shouldn’t be a surprise. We are expecting at least two squads of Gen 3s on a frigate, along with marines. The old doctor moves fast and light these days, which is good for us.”
“This isn’t going to be a walk in the park. We may have the element of surprise, but that will only last so long. In order to save time, we are aiming for the center of the ship while another squad will hit the lower decks. We split up and cover as much ground as we can on the upper floors and take the escape pods so we can get scooped up by our friendlies…” I trailed off.
Everyone just watched me in silence, so I just sighed and sat down. “What’s the point? Everyone already knows what to do,” I groaned.
I felt Va’cot’s pink eyes staring at me, so I turned to look at her. She nodded quickly and gave me a thumbs-up. I chuckled to myself and gave her one back.
At least somebody appreciated my recap.
Just then, the hue of the hull changed into a soft yellow. That meant it was time to get ready. Like the well-oiled machines we all were, we donned our helmets, grabbed our weapons of choice, and locked ourselves into our harnesses. The time for conversation was over, and it was now time for action.
In just a scant five minutes, the area was bathed in an ominous red light. “Readings indicate an inbound warp jump. Warp point being formed,” the ships onboard AI mono voice echoed.
It could have been a minute or an eternity before the cold metallic voice rang out once more. “Target acquired. Launching in three…two…one.”
The engines roared to life as I was thrown into the back of my seat. Even with my harness, I shook like a madman as the ship rocketed off toward its target. It was always a weird thing, being in a metal coffin about to smack into another metal coffin in the middle of empty space.
The only bright side was that it took the enemy's ship a few moments to fire at us. Thankfully it was standard procedure to power down weapons in warp jump as there was no need to waste power, and it took some time for even small-caliber point-defense systems to come online. And all we needed was those few moments.
Boom.
Crash.
Everyone rocked in their seats as the Tiger rammed into the enemy ship and burrowed its way through the hull using its plasma shield as a ram. Eventually, everything stopped, and the harnesses were quickly released. We stacked up at the front, and the room was bathed in bright green light as the gangplank smashed down.
We were in a long hallway, and my eyes immediately locked on a figure. He had just missed being crushed by the gangplank and looked up at me with teary eyes. I never heard what he tried to say as I crushed his skull under my weight.
Bolter fire thundered off as we mowed down hordes of people frantically leaving their rooms. We had landed in a barracks, and nearly all the hostiles were unarmed besides a handful with pistols. I watched a round ricochet off Hephaestus’s helmet, only for him to turn slightly and reduce the offender’s head into a pink mist.
We made short work of anyone who was still left breathing, and our squad split. I took Va’cot and headed toward the bridge while the others moved on to the ship’s armory and ammo storage. There was no conversation between us, we knew what needed to be done, and we all went about our tasks diligently.
Va’cot and I cleared room after room, hoping to score a lucky break, but all we ended up finding were those attempting to arm themselves or those hiding in their bunks. We didn’t have time to execute every single sailor, but a quick shredder grenade into each room was enough to paint the walls red.
The sound of heavy boots on the floor echoed in the distance, and I gave Va’cot a signal to cloak herself and hide in the doorway. Two figures, both towering over six feet tall and clad in sleek black armor, raced down the hallway with bolters at the ready.
Unfortunately for one of them, they got too close to Va’cot, and she deftly swung her plasma sword. The air hissed with plasma fire, and she cleanly separated the Death Commando’s head from his shoulders. Unfortunately for us, the second wouldn’t be so easy.
I fired two rounds, hoping to hit center mass and a leg, but the commando was quick on the reaction. He threw his body into a doorway and returned fire. It was only thanks to our new Elunari-equipped plasma shields that those bolter rounds didn’t cave in my chest.
The rounds tried to force their way through the shield, only to detonate harmlessly on the outside. My shield hummed from the strain, and I went into the adjacent room. I flicked my visor’s heat sensor on, a new tool courtesy of the Coalition, and I tried to track the Death Commando, but no dice. His armor was far too well shielded thermally to be seen through a thick metal wall.
But his gun’s barrel wasn’t.
I took aim and shot through the wall, tracing the barely visible smear of red. My shots seemed to be missing until Va’cot tossed a plasma grenade into the door. I watched as the small ball of red fire grew in my vision into a miniature sun until it exploded.
The blast rocked the room and kicked up dust, and I wasted no time in reloading and sending more rounds at the target’s last known position. I ceased my fire, reloaded, and counted to ten, waiting for any heat signatures or noises, but nothing came.
We checked and cleared the room, both enemy combatants were dead, but there was no time for celebration. We immediately went back to our search, and when we stepped into the hallway, a hail storm of gunfire barraged us. Rounds clanked and bounced off our armor harmlessly and the two of us returned fire.
The squad of unfortunate souls was reduced to nothing but their legs as rounds burrowed into their chests and exploded. “Marines and Death Commandos engaged. Two combatants neutralized,” I radioed.
I checked the status of the rest of my squad, and they were all green, as was our friendly squad. There were quick flashes of acknowledgements, and Apollo’s voice filled one of my ears. “Marines have been engaged, no Death Commandos,” he said quickly.
Huh, does that mean she is on the bridge after all? It was considered to be less likely, considering she is a researcher. Well, let’s find out.
Va’cot and I wordlessly continued our slaughter, meeting only the bare resistance of marines and crew members. Eventually, power flicked out on the ship, and the bulkhead doors slammed closed. But we planned for that as well.
We had plenty of pre-made charges to blow all the way to the bridge if need be. I quickly placed the charge and—
Boom.
Huh?
I stared in surprise. The bulkhead door was dented inward, but it still remained standing. Considering that we had the schematics, we knew very well what was needed to blow through these doors. We even added a bit more just in case something like that occurred, but to think they reinforced them that much.
“This means we are in the right place,” Va’cot said through our system firmly as she sliced the near-broken door with her sword.
“That’s one way to look at it,” I responded.
It took a bit longer than we had planned, but we eventually arrived at the door to the bridge. The place was sealed shut, and I had to plant multiple explosives to even dent the thing. It was also a problem that we hadn’t run into anyone since the doors started dropping.
“They are either all in here, or we are going to get ambushed when we—”
My words were cut off as the door opened slightly, and a storm of bolter and rifle fire smashed into us. My shield whined and flickered from the intensity, and we were forced to find cover only for grenades to be tossed at us.
The fragmentation grenades exploded and peppered us with shrapnel but left us mostly unharmed. I ended up taking a piece to the fingers in between my armor plates, but nothing that I couldn’t handle. I looked over at Va’cot, and she had a nice long gash in her visor. One of the pieces must have slipped through her shield and cracked it.
“From the pattern of fire, there is one bolter deep, one on the right and one on the left,” I said.
Va’cot nodded her head. “I will eliminate the one on the right.”
“I’ll aim for the left, and we both get the center,” I said back to her.
Our conversation ended just like that, and I immediately set the charges off on the now-closed bridge door. A powerful shockwave rolled past us, and the lights flickered on and off, and the warship rocked from the force. Va’cot tossed plasma grenades, and I threw in shredder grenades before entering, making short work of the crew and marines.
The flurry of hell we sent in was our cover, and we relied on our shields for any blows. I trusted Va’cot fully, so I didn’t bother checking if she was going to be okay. I swept my side, and it was clear with the bodies of dozens of marines and crew members ripped to the shreds. I found a Death Commando still standing on the left, albeit seriously injured but alive and with a gun raised.
The third generation had the lowest tolerance to Ambrosia of all the generations, but regardless of tolerance, if enough of the stuff was pumped into their veins, they were still dangerous. Despite missing an arm, he wielded his bolter from the hip and fired at me.
The shots impacted my shield, and I sent immediate rounds back to him. And he didn’t have a shield. Most of my shots bounced off his armor or didn’t penetrate deep enough for an injury, but one of them hit him in the neck. He dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes as the round burrowed through him.
They just don’t make them like they used to. The Gen 3s are just so fragile compared to us. Too Human.
Va’cot was in a similar state as she had taken out her target, and a quick scan showed the middle Death Commando had perished before we entered. The room was now quiet, filled only with the groans of dying Humans. We moved quickly.
I turned heat vision on and confirmed five signatures hiding in the panic room. The door was locked up like a vault safe and was well hidden behind a panel. It was meant for situations like this, but it only worked if the boarders didn’t know of its existence.
“Cut it open. We can’t risk explosives now,” I ordered.
Va’cot set to work, and I finished off any survivors before standing guard for her. “Va’cot and I have secured the bridge. One Death Commando squad was eliminated. Doctor Octario has not been found, and we are breaching the panic room.”
“The lower floors are clear, no Death Commandos or targets. Planting charges on warp drive,” an AI voice said through comms.
It must be a species that doesn’t speak English leading the lower floor squad, interesting.
“We are under heavy fire. Resistance is concentrated at the armory. Requesting backup,” Apollo said calmly.
“We’ll be there in a moment,” I told him. “Va’cot, status?”
“Five Humans, three males, and two females. No elderly females in the safe room,” Va’cot radioed.
“Then let’s move to Apollo.”
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
We made sure to raise the bulkhead doors and destroy the systems as well as any communication units before racing through the halls back to our squad. Resistance was minimal, only stragglers who had managed to arm themselves from their deceased comrades. However, the sounds of heavy gunfire could be heard as we approached.
We made it to a hallway that was a literal blinding flash of light. Sadly, scanning for life forms wasn’t possible because of the metal used by the Federation. However, we could see the positions of our squad mates. They were pinned down in adjacent rooms by gunfire.
“They are stalling for time. We have ten minutes, Sir,” Va’cot stated.
Yeah, I know…damn. To think she would be toward the armory. How annoying.
“Squad two, can you place charges on the lower deck at the junction to the armory?” I asked.
“Affirmative. Two minutes for placement,” the synthetic voice said.
“You heard them, return fire and keep them busy,” I said into my helmet.
I received the affirmative, and we continued to trade fire. There was no way for us to press forward safely. Even if we maxed out plasma shields and used external shields, we would succumb to this kind of concentrated fire. They even had a heavy bolter in place, which would make quick work of us if we were to rush forward blindly.
“Hey! What if those explosions kill that hag or blow us the hell up?!” Artemis growled into her helmet as she blew the head off a marine that peaked in too far with her railgun.
“We can’t be passive because we are running out of time. If the explosions kill her and ignite the ammo, so be it. Remember why we are here,” I told her firmly.
Artemis said nothing for a moment before sending a few more shots. “Yeah, I know! I just want my chance!”
“Charges are placed,” the voice called out.
“Do it now.”
Boom.
A quick shock wave rolled past us and rocked the ship, only for a fire wave to snake down the hallway. The gunfire was momentarily halted, only to be replaced by the agonizing screams of dying Humans, which didn’t last long. Instead of waiting for the wave to fizzle out, we all pushed through it with Hephaestus at the front.
The walls were scorched black, and the entire floor had been blown inwards. There were no survivors. We had to skate by on the edges to avoid dropping to the lower floors, and we quickly pushed through the junction. There was only token resistance left until we reached a sturdy vault-like door made of black metal.
Hephaestus peeked through the thick glass and ducked down before a round echoed off the metal. “There are people in there, two Death Commandos and a handful of crew members. And so is she.”
“Target located. She is holed up in the armory,” I radioed in.
“Understood. Warp drive charges are set. We are prepping for extraction and shall take the furthest escape pods from you. There are less than ten minutes remaining, Commander,” the synthetic voice said.
Yeah, I know…damn this is gonna be a pain.
“Well, it looks like the ammo didn’t cook. Sucks for her,” Artemis spat.
“No explosives. We’ll kill her for sure. We have little time. Do we retreat?” I asked them.
Four heads turned to me, and they all looked at each other and then back at me. “I have no plans of going back now,” Apollo said firmly.
“Aye, aye, I’m with him,” Hephaestus agreed as he moved to cover us.
Artemis was already back to cutting a hole in the door. “You already know my answer. This is what I signed up for. Either I’m killing her, or she is coming with us, no in-between.”
I looked at Va’cot, but all I could see was the reflection in her blue visor. “I would like to help everyone,” she said with a nod.
“Well, then it’s settled, I guess. Let’s nab her,” I said with a chuckle and shrug.
“Don’t worry. These bastards are dead. I don’t need explosives to kill them,” Artemis stated with conviction.
“Then we will cover you,” I said as I nodded to Va’cot.
“Hey, big guy! I’m gonna need you to rip this door off in a minute. Can you do it!?” Artemis yelled, purposely letting her voice out through her helmet and into the room.
“Yeah, probably,” Heph said with a shrug.
Artemis never stopped working on the door as she clicked her tongue. “Probably?! What the hell are we feeding you for, huh?! You can’t be that big for nothing!”
We all fired down the hallway as a few stragglers attempted to ambush us. Artemis’s yells must have forced them out of hiding and given them some false hope. Nevertheless, we made short work of them.
“Now then…time to die,” Artemis mumbled to herself as she sat on her butt and forced her railgun into the hole.
Her weapon came to life and crackled with red lightning. The air around her whizzed with power as she fired off two thunderous shots in quick order and pulled the rifle out.
“Both the DCs are dead. Just the grunts left,” Artemis said as she made room for Hephaestus.
The giant of a man dug his hand into the door frame and began to yank. It was impressive, to say the least. Those doors were meant to stop the explosion of ammo being cooked off, yet he was ripping them off the hinges slowly but surely.
“There are five minutes remaining,” Va’cot stated in her toneless voice.
“You’re—not—helping! Va’cot!” Heph said through gritted teeth.
“If I were to stand there, I would only get in the way. You are too big,” she stated.
That was… rhetorical, well, whatever.
Rip.
Hephaestus’s muscles bulged, and the door started to pry open. Once he got enough of a purchase, he forced his entire hand into it and peeled the door back like a can of sardines and tore it straight off the hinges, tossing it down the hall with ease.
“Damn, that hurt,” Hephaestus grumbled as gunfire bounced off his armor.
A few quick shots and the rest of the combatants were eliminated. The only people left were the cowering crew in the corner and a lone elderly woman in a dirty blood-splattered lab coat standing tall before us.
She glared at us with eyes that said she was more annoyed than anything. It was almost like she was a mother that came home only to see something disappointing. It made me want to punch her in the throat.
The first to reach her was Artemis. Her leg moved so swiftly that I nearly missed it, and I didn’t even have a chance to stop her. Doctor Octario rocked to the side like a bow and was launched like an arrow into the wall and was promptly knocked unconscious.
“That was for the Commander,” Artemis said, her voice cold and devoid of even rage.
There is a big difference between thinking and doing things, Artemis! But I have no time to complain!
“Grab her, and let’s move. We are running out of time,” I ordered calmly.
Apollo instantly injected the doctor with a syringe and tossed her over his shoulder before I could even finish the sentence. Time was not on our side, and we ran as fast as our legs could take us to the nearest escape pods.
We ignored the marines attempting to block our way with bolter fire, and we piled into a pod that was not meant for this many people or even people of our sizes. Hephaestus was the last in and the poor guy barely fit, but the second he cleared the door, I smashed the button to launch us.
“Stern side! Launching now!” I barked into the radio.
Our bodies rocked violently as the pod jettisoned into the void of space. I peeked out the front glass and saw multiple warp points forming in the inky blackness. The distress signal was sent. And an entire fleet was descending on us. But a shadow quickly loomed over us, and we were jostled again, caught by our friendly ship.
“We are reeling you in, Hades Squad! Get ready for a warp jump the second you get inside!” the captain yelled at us.
“Wait! We are packed in here like sardines. We are screwed if you jump!” Artemis yelled back.
“Too bad! We are jumping, soldiers! You’ll live!” he yelled back.
Damn, this is not going to be fun. I’m going to need a new spine after this. Well, mission accomplished, I guess.
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I’m working on getting my CPA license and have submitted it to NASBA (Montana). Does anyone know the steps the application goes through? I’ve gotten an email stating it’s eligible for licensure and has gone to the Board of Accountancy for review - what happens next? I can’t find anything about it online.

Tl;Dr : I have a feeling my bf of 8 mo is cheating with his ex
I wanted to attach a photo of the text but there isn't an option to do so, therefore i am going to quote it. "If you're with someone, dating someone or fucking someone you can tell me because the last few times I've been by you've acted funny, like you don't want me there at all and don't want me near you, if thats the case just tell me" Now for context. This is my boyfriends message to his ex. He raised her child from infancy to 4 yo, and after the break up she won't allow visitation, so he goes to her house to visit. I don't mind this, though I don't trust the situation in its entirety. I go through their messages, but he knows. She frequently says he is lying about not having a girlfriend and he ignores the comments This message was sent when i was in the middle of a miscarriage. He says he has told her we are together but also says if she finds out she won't let him see the baby. I want to message her, but I don't want to create drama. I'm concerned she will a)say something happened if it didn't or b) hinder him from seeing the baby. He says he sent this message because "she was being mean to him" I've also found MANY naked photos of women on his phone, and messages on snapchat calling women beautiful and talking to them. He deleted snapchat when I confronted him. What do i do?

What do your think the current landscape of Westeros would be like if the Targaryens never tried to take hold of the seven kingdoms in the time the first book happened?

There’s something magic about stories, something I didn’t really understand. Something that carries you away from whatever you are and transports you into… I struggled with what to say here and can only say what does not make sense.
It transports you to the impossible. The natural storytelling tendencies of humans could play out with such drama that it could make a stone howl with mourning for people that never even existed in the first place. Or laugh so hard that your tail might well be flung free of your body from the intense wagging.
Or fill you with pride for the accomplishments and growth that didn’t happen for people who were never truly there in a world that wasn’t.
Tonight, we were engaged in the second of those three things. Genghis had many questions along the way as he tried to understand what we’re doing, and I could only really feel a strange mix of envy and pity for the giant.
I had time to adapt…sort of. Boatswain had time to adapt, definitely. But as the little noise of the ticking clock ambiance went by on a loop, I realized that Genghis just… didn’t. There was no time for him to get used to humans.
Young humans get very affectionate, very quickly. So Genghis was bouncing back and forth between Earth, along with the other soldiers who were using the Red Spark as a base of operations, and operational facilities down below. Byron and Boatswain played that role to the hilt, since they were thoroughly experienced, they acted as liaisons for their shipbound counterparts.
That also meant that Genghis didn’t have the same benefit of having dlamisa around to ‘moderate’ any of his experiences or growth.
To put it simply, he was getting what the humans call a ‘crash course’ in human bonding from a human that was himself learning about how affection grows and builds.
It’s so very strange to think that in the morning he might be literally punching his claws through the body of a xenophobe, and in the evening he might be destressing playing ‘superdogo’ in near zero gravity with a group of human kindergarteners and first years.
He rocked back and forth while the small Michael giggled, it wasn’t entirely deliberate. Since my species cannot laugh, and we ‘huff’ instead, if we ‘huff’ hard enough our bodies will naturally shift and rock. And Fauve seemed to be doing her damndest to see how hard she could make him laugh.
Combined with the fact that the giant was sitting on a chair that was far too small for him… and the fact that he’d had at least a few beers…thank you very much Bonny Red for providing those rations…
Well perhaps it was inevitable.
As Fauve canted the worn gray felt hat to one side she put on a bawdy accent and shouted after a poor roll of the dice, “...That isna what ah meant by two fer the price of one!”
“Shi-” Genghis started to shout as the chair rocked unexpectedly hard.
I don’t know why, but right at that moment I remembered a line from the novel series ‘Who Endures’ wherein a child assassin in training took the name ‘Shi’ because it was the last thing her victim got out before she claimed her first life. The joke buried therein that the little murderess was so innocent that she had no idea he was about to swear.
Interestingly, English swear words were making it into Dlamisa language. Enkanti does not have strong, meaty swear words, so we were borrowing those of humans, and Genghis was square in the middle of one as his chair toppled back with Michael on his shoulders.
We were all of us, way too slow. We were starting to rise as we realized what was about to happen, what was happening.
But the curse of our limitations was that even though we knew what physics was doing to them, we had no real chance to stop it. Our chairs fell faster than we rose, clattering down around us, but even as we all stared at the fall going on in slow motion, we knew it was futile.
Then again, we are not genetically engineered marvels.
Realizing he was tumbling back, Genghis’s hands flew up to his shoulders, he grabbed Michael at the waist, and then held him up while allowing himself to land on his back.
It was quite a ‘thud’ when he hit the metal flooring of the ship, hard enough that even he grunted. But he held Michael up and said, “I found this lying around, is it yours?” As if nothing had happened.
He huffed, and the humans laughed with relief as we all sat back down, the chairs grating over the floor as we righted them and dragged them back into place.
Michael was oblivious to the danger and to our relieved sighs, for him, it had all been a sudden shift and part of the game. So he just wiggled happily at the sudden rush of danger and excitement. I was fairly sure he would not be sleeping much that night.
And I will always wonder if that was the defining moment that set the young boy on the path to his own form of manhood. What humans call ‘adventurers’ or ‘adrenaline junkies’. Or what the rest of the far more sane galaxy calls, ‘Absolutely insane’.
Or what Admiral Bonny Red would call, ‘A Captain and one hell of a pirate.’
But those were for the future.
At that moment, we were just relieved he hadn’t fallen down and banged his head on the unforgiving metal floor. I made a mental note to request a general reduction in ship gravity to reduce the danger of children falling, and Fauve cleared her throat.
“That item will not fit in your inventory, but your quick reaction to the madam has earned you a saving throw to see if you can properly charm her and gain access to the upper floor to question the target.” Fauve said and picked up her hat, as it had fallen on the floor during her sudden rise to her feet.
“Alright then.” Genghis answered, got up, righted the chair, put Michael on his lap this time, and asked the boy, “Do you want to roll for me? You seem to have a higher luck stat.”
This made Michael happy as he got to be involved in the game directly, and, it’s a funny bit of trivia to note that this is also why tabletop role playing games became exceptionally popular among my people’s military forces.
Some have suggested over the years that William and Rebecca should have reacted stronger to the near accident, but this raises something else I need to convey about human child rearing.
Children may pick up on the tensions in adults, but that does not mean they understand the tension. If a parent makes a very big deal out of something, even if it is trivial, the ‘child’ will make a very big deal out of it, unable to recognize how trivial it really is.
So if they had fawned over him, revealed how scared they were for his safety, far from laughing and being happy, Michael would have gotten upset, cried, thought he did something wrong, and all for what? Nothing, since nothing actually happened.
Thus, their calm held. As humans went, they were very good parents, perhaps not perfect, but good ones, and it was moments like this that showed how true that was.
And the game went on, with further laughter, but at least without further gravity based incidents.

Do you think the Fire would benefit from developing and building their own new Stadium with a retractable roof in an area further away from the heart of the downtown area? I feel like it's a good move long-term as it seems attendance is a major issue due to Chicago's cold weather conditions. I feel like this could also help strengthen their identity since Soldier Field is pretty much synonymous the the Bears.
Who knows what's going to happen with those proposed Soldier Field renovations. Maybe the Fire could build a new Stadium next to their new training facilities as well as somewhere less traffic heavy.

Preface: I consider Chaos Earth Rifts to be survival horror. I like to lead off my horror campaigns with a short introduction to set the mood. Since this campaign was to be a prequal to my previous campaign that most of the players had been in they would be familiar with Jacob's Ranch and the coming of the Rifts. Thus I would be able to use an important NPC from the past to set the stage. (Note: This isn't the exact story as the campaign was 10 years ago and I don't remember what I used, but it should convey the atmosphere I was going for.)
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Grandpa Jacob sets his empty coffee cup down and steps off the porch. His mechanical legs whir softly in the early morning stillness, and his cybernetic eye switches to low light as he leaves the glow of the house. The legs and eye are a gift from Uncle Sam to replace the ones he lost over 50 years ago on a forgotten battlefield at the start of the 21st Century.
Grandpa always starts his morning circuit of the ranch at the barn. The faint scent of hay and machine oil stir up memories of his youth and the time he spent here bucking hay or tinkering on his bike. A quick switch to thermal imaging confirms that no varmints have taken up residency in the darkened interior.
Next are the old stables. It's been 15 years since the last horse was kept here. Now it's a machine shop for the drones that continuously fly the perimeter watching for strays and predators. As he nears the stable his cyber eye switches back to standard imaging as it picks up the light bleeding out from under the door. Inside he can hear two of his grandkids working on one of their cars. Old internal combustion vehicles illegal for road travel but still allowed as collector items.
Turning away he heads for the fence line of the ranch. He could link directly to the 8 drones currently flying overhead or monitor the feed of any of the 70+ cameras but he prefers to walk the ranch himself. It bring him closer to the land and after 40 years of ill-fitting prosthetics it's good to get out and stretch his legs.
Setting off at a comfortable 40 kilometer per hour, Grandpa moves east along the fence. At the 10 kilometer mark he cuts north as the sky begins to lighten. A flicker of movement outside the wire catches his attention.
Auto-zoom, 212 meters, canine biometrics, coyote, legal to dispatch. All of this flashes across Grandpa's internal readout as he unclamps his lever action .30-.30 from his leg. The rifle is a hand me down from his father. The Cyberdyne targeting system on it is new and instantly accepts the feed from his eye. Grandpa takes aim…
The eastern horizon explodes with the intensity of a 1000 suns. A wall of immense energy blasts out in a north south direction as Grandpa's eye shorts out and his legs fail. Crashing to the ground he lays stunned. Time distorts, the coyote runs, silents reigns. Minutes pass. Hours.
Partially blind and dragging his useless metal legs, Grandpa slowly crawls toward home. High above him shadowy figures dance and whisper in the fiery glow of a new dawn.

For the life of me I know there was a Polynesian restaurant on Cedar River off of Blanding, but can't recall the name or what happened to it. (I moved away in the 90's and returned 2010). There's condo's on that parcel of land now. Anyone out there happen to remember or am I delusional?

Hi. I have a weird problem. I have 5 monitors. Four of them are plugged into a power strip which is plugged into a Wemo smart outlet so I can say "Alexa, turn off monitors" and most go off. The fifth is a 55" TV mounted on the wall above the PC. That won't turn itself back on automatically after a power out, so I don't put it on the power strip.
When I shut the outlet down, the TV lately has had its image get skewed:
https://i.imgur.com/tuhfdAZ.jpg
It worked fine for years, and I haven't installed anything strange lately. To fix it, I have to go to display properties, select the TV then disable device and after the displays readjust I hit revert and let it go back before the setting is permanently applied. When it resets to re-enable the TV, the display is fine.
Any ideas what may be causing it, and how to stop it from happening? Thanks!

The other day I was playing around with a classic thought experiment; if given the opportunity what new type would you add to Pokémon?
My aim was to create a compelling type that would be distinct from the canonical types while still feeling like a natural fit and to introduce something that would bend the status quo without breaking it.
The Rubber Type Part of the concept behind the rubber type is both the tree from which we originally derived the material from and the synthetic rubber we learned how to make during the mid-20th century. I tried to base it's strengths and weaknesses from how rubber is used and is effective in real life. As a result this type is tied with Ghost for the most immunities in the game.
Immunities: Electric & Water. Resistances: Fighting, Grass, & Normal, Ground, Rock, Fairy and Poison. Weaknesses: Fire, Steel, Ice & Bug Strengths: Fairy, Water, Electric & Fighting
Most of these I feel are self-evident. Rubber is famous for it's insulation against electricity and is considered the finest among water-seals and is hydrophobic. It does feel quite strong to give anything an immunity to water but I felt Rubber would be half-fulfilled if I didn't add both of these traits and I couldn't NOT have the immunity to Electric included.
For the weaknesses; Rubber is susceptible to heat which can melt and burn it and in low temperature Rubber fails to stretch properly and can snap instead.
Steel is here because while Rubber simply bounces blunt and bludgeoning attacks away if you took a good knife to a tire or shot it with a ballistic projectile it would burst.
The Bug weakness is rooted in the rubber tree itself with while the tree is fairly resilient to external threats there is a specific breed of insects that targets and infest rubber trees. Also Bug types are always in need of a boost in viability.
For what Rubber is strong against Water and Electric are obvious for their reasoning. Fairy and Fighting are due to the former being vulnerable to the more synthetic aspect of Rubber and the latter because what happens if you kick or punch rubber? It just hits you back with the same force you dealt it.
Unique Traits
As most of you know, several types have unique traits that, while aren't always outwardly stated, play an under-the-hood way of making mechanical sense of the type's theme and characteristic.
Fire is immune to Burn, Electric to Paralysis, Dark is immune to Prankster etc.
Rubber's trait is that whenever it takes recoil damage (Life Orb not included, this isn't Sheer Force) it cuts that damage in half. For example when using Double-Edge the attacking Pokémon takes 1/4th of the damage dealt as recoil; A rubber type would take 1/8th instead. This feels unique without letting Rubber types use some of the strongest moves in the game with literally no drawback but still gives them a little something-something.
How Would It Play? I imagine Rubber types having a highly above average HP stat and lower than average speed with many variations in how the rest of the stats play out. I imagine that there will be a few moves along the vein of Payback and Revenge in which a Rubber type is played around the idea of getting smacked and smacking back harder than they got it. A brand new move I though of was a move by the name of Ricochet.
Ricochet Base Power 50. 90 Accuracy. Multi-strike. When used in single battles the move strikes the target twice in succession. When in double-battles after the first strike hits one of the opponents the game then makes another attack check on their partner and if it hits then both Pokémon will be struck a total of 2 times each. including the first attack, and if it missed the second Pokémon instead the move acts as normal in the single battle format.
Thank You For Reading This Far
I have been passionate about Pokémon from a very young age and I am happy to be able to share mine with all of yours. What kind of types would you hope to see in the future? What would you want it to do? What Pokémon do you think would be retroactively changed into the Rubber type?
And, once again, thank you for taking the time to read my ADHD-fueled info-dump! ^_^

So I'm kind of entertaining the idea of an essay post about the Thai words ผัว/เมีย (phua/mia), which basically translate to husband/wife but is really much more complicated. It may or may not see the light of day, so please don't expect too much, but right now I'm wondering if some of you out there could help come up with memorable series examples where they're used.
Off the top of my head, I've got

• The discussion in Bad Buddy of course, which kind of serves as the essay prompt
• "I'm not your wife!" from A Tale of Thousand Stars
• "But I'm your man!" / "But you're my bitch!", from TharnType, depending on subtitle version. (I think I saw this from an old post in this sub. If someone has a link that'd be greatly appreciated.)
• Said by the annoying shippers in Fish upon the Sky
• Love Mechanics 2022, Vee asking Mark to give him a chance at the end of episode 8
• The classic line from SOTUS, "If I make you my wife, your gear will also be mine."
• And the latest one, from yesterday's episode of Future

What are some other notable instances of these terms being used?

Hello,
My display worked fine for the longest time, until a recent Windows Update. After that, my screen now looks kind of pixelated (I don't know how else to describe it). Even when I play videos on Full HD (1080p) it doesn't look HD at all.
It's not blurry, but it feels grainy.
https://preview.redd.it/mp7ty8by1xoa1.png?width=1307&format=png&auto=webp&s=6a750d009bc9c84ca0d7023c5ad73f6e3dd03681
Screen's Resolution is 1920x1080 with 60Hz.
Please find attached a sample of the issue (the YouTube video is in HD, but it doesn't look HD at all, it looks very messy.)
Note: I cannot uninstall that latest update.
Note: Graphic card drivers are up to date.
Any advice on how to fix this is much appreciated, thank you.

I tried replacing the battery of my Macbook Pro (13” 2017 function keys) with an ifixit kit but had some issues. The most pressing of which is that the pancake screw of the battery power cable broke. Half of it is in the hole, and the other half, the head, is broken off. Taping it together in various ways did give some various results:

• startup but no battery recognized. It only works plugged in. Sometimes with the fan at max speed even though the laptop is cold.
  
• No startup at all
  
• Startup and the battery is recognized at 100% and works without charger. This stopped working after about 5 minutes and then went to scenario 2 again. But this at least shows the battery is working I guess.
  

It would make sense this is all caused by the power cable not making contact. But in some of the instances when opening up the laptop again the battery data cable also seemed to be loose. So my first question is if any of these scenarios indicate more issues than just the battery power cable. Should I replace the data cable?
Next question: what should I do with the power contact? Glue down the battery power cable? Would this guarantee enough contact or does it need to be bolted down by a screw?
I think I explained everything that happened but let me know if I can clarify things, perhaps with pictures.

What do you all think would happen if there was a crossover between these universes. My first thought would be the Imperium of Man would immediately try to kill the Last city for Heresy, but I think the Adeptus Mechanicus would think the Traveler is their Omnisiah and be like “Hey if you attack this city and the Omnisiah, we won’t make any of your stuff anymore”

I am not the OP, this is a repost!
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Trigger warning: Cheating
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Original post, on relationship_advice (March 12th 2023).
M 32 Cheating Fiancée F 31
Let me start from the beginning here. Yesterday I met my fiancée at our wedding venue for our 4 month out meeting to finalize details. We drove to the venue separately because she was leaving straight from work. Towards the end of the meeting she let me know her friend was dropping off her rental car and needed a ride home and asked if it would be ok. I said yes thinking nothing of it as it wasn’t that far from our home and I know her friend well. I get home and tried to get in touch w her for the next 3 hours. No answer. At approx the 1:30 mark I texted her friend and asked if she had made it to her ok. I was very worried. My fiancée ends up coming home and says sorry it took longer than expected she hung out with her friend for a bit before leaving. Ok no biggie just lmk next time please. Her friend gets back to me a few minutes later and says “sorry I couldn’t make it to the venue didn’t see your fiancée tonight.” I asked her why she would say this and she said she didn’t know she can’t control what her friend says and walked outside. I’m sketched out af by this point. I have never done this but I looked at her phone records (yes I did and don’t regret it). I saw that when she went outside she called her friend that had texted me right after she went outside. I also saw an hour long call with a number I didn’t know on the way to the venue. I asked her what rental place they went to and multiple other questions. She had quick answers and they seemed legit. I thought maybe I’m crazy here I need to chill and sleep on it. This morning I asked her to please see the text from her friend asking her to pick her up and I would apologize for questioning her the previous night. She said no. I said when I caught up to you yesterday on the way to the venue I saw you were on the phone who was that? She said oh that’s the friend I picked up later on. That’s when I knew for a fact she was lying. I said I looked at her phone records and knew that wasn’t true. She then changed her story to say oh I needed to meet up w a coworker to discuss a patient. Who is the coworker and why couldn’t you discuss that over the phone? I need to show him the techniques in person his name is Michael. Ok I am sketched out beyond belief at this point we never lie to each other. I asked to see the texts with Michael. She said wouldn’t let me see. I said why not if there’s nothing to hide. Are you having an affair? Do you not want to be together anymore? She pauses and proceeds to tell me all the things that are wrong with me. I work too much I don’t spend enough time w her don’t listen. I’m astonished at this point all of this is news to me. I put two and two together at this point I know something sketchy is going on. I again ask to see the texts. It took about a half hour of convincing to see these texts and they were crazy. Sexual in nature and talking a lot of shit about me. Also how she wanted to be with him and how they’re essentially in love. She started this job 1.5 months ago (he is her coworker). He is also 15-20 years older and divorced w multiple kids. I have been financially supporting her for the last few months as she got back on her feet and was working extra so she wouldn’t have to pick up a part time job. We own a house which we both live in with 3 dogs and a horse. Sorry for the novel I am beside myself right now. I did not see this coming and we were going to get married in 4 months. Any advice would help.
UPDATE:
As an update, I was finally able to sit down with her tonight and go over this. Again, she came in trying to blame me for what she did. Trying to justify the cheating and lying as a direct result of my lack of communication and listening. She said she wouldn’t have had to start talking to this guy if I had been listening better. I spend too much time in the office working and don’t dedicate enough time to her. I tried to explain that I was putting in extra hours to try and support her and the family financially while she was struggling so she wouldn’t have to get a part time job. She said she would have rather gotten a part time job which makes no sense to me. She was under the impression that because this was short lived (one week she say) and “they only made out once” that we could move past this. When I brought up the texts where she was trashing me and talking sexual with him she deflected hard and I got nowhere with that. I told her that I’m not the reason that this is happening. She went too far and should have communicated with me or thought about the implications first. That I can never trust her again and this is all because of her actions. Whether she wants to try and justify this as my fault is up to her. At the end of this part it got a bit calmer - I said listen we just really need to figure out the house we own jointly and the three dogs. We came to the conclusion that Either I stay and buy her out or we sell and get new places. The dogs - one of us will get one the other two tbd. So that’s where this left off tonight and will continue to keep you all posted on progress. Curious what you all would do about the house. Financially I can support it alone but it is nearly 3k square feet and 5 acres of land which was bought solely to have her horse. She is taking the horse when she leaves and boarding it at a barn.
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Jesus, I'm so sorry. Small consolation I know, but better now than after the wedding. Better now than after potentially starting a family. [link]

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Standard cheater victim-blaming. Don't let her pin this on you, OP. YOU DESERVE BETTER.
Cancel all vendors, notify invited guests, lock down your credit, or shared finances.
Are you sure AP is divorced? He may be lying to your STBX, or she may be lying to you. Either way, it sounds like she cheated down and screwed up royally.
It sucks, but it's better to know now than 10 years down the road. I'm sorry you got blindsided like this, and I hope it gets better soon. [link]

OOP replies:
I really appreciate you taking the time to reply and for the advice. I have no idea if he is truly divorced and honestly don’t want to know more about the guy. The saddest thing about this is my dogs love each other and will most likely be broken apart. Agree better to know now

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Her attitude about being caught tells you everything you need to know. Blaming you for her shitty behavior shows that she has no character and would make an awful partner. [link]

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First of all, implement the 180 and gray rock method.
The financial support for her should stop immediately.
You will need a lawyer to deal with the house and ask them how you can legally leverage the HR angle in your negotiations.
She has shown her true colors and is acting horrible. That relationship will crash and burn, and she will then start begging to come back.
Sending strength! [link]

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Yeah do not marry this woman. Surely this isn’t still a consideration is it? [link]

OOP replies:
Not at all my friend. You all have been super helpful in reinforcing this

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Update post, on relationship_advice (March 12th 2023).
UPDATE: M 32 Cheating Fiancée F 31
Day 3: I was able to sit and have a 3 hour conversation with her tonight. We talked about our relationship and what lead to what occurred. It started with her telling me what I did wrong in our relationship, lack of communication, spending too much time working and on my phone. I don't disagree with any of these things. My mindset behind working so much was support of the family. I run an e commerce business on the side and am a one man customer service center and deals happen 24 hours a day. I am never not on the clock. I could have certainly been better about setting my phone aside and responding to people the next day. The lack of communication was on both ends and a prime example of this is the fact that I was unaware she was unhappy with any of this. It was never communicated to me. She said she felt I would have gotten upset if she told me but never gave me the chance to work on it. I am not a perfect person by any means and many times I do or say things that are misinterpreted by her as rude. An example of this is a week or two ago I was trying to help her with a budget with her financial problems to try to set up a plan to get her on track. To note - I work in the financial industry and do this for clients all the time. She had mentioned that she owed me maybe $1,000 and she would get that back to me next paycheck. I said something like I think its a little bit more than that lets go through the transfers I have made to our joint account. It ended up being over $5,000. My purpose for doing this was not to make her feel bad but to realize how much I have been contributing. She took this as me trying to humiliate her. Was just trying to help and maybe my timing was off. She told me I have been too focused on money lately but I was only trying to make sure we were going to be ok. We still had quite a bit to pay for the wedding and my budgeting mentality was on overload trying to make sure we had enough.
The fact that she keeps trying to justify what she did by attributing that as a direct correlation to my flaws really bothers me. She keeps telling me that she is surprised I would throw away 7 years of a relationship away like this. I keep having to remind her that I didn't throw it away - she did with her actions. She told me that I told too many people too quickly and we could have resolved all of this between us. She also said that she wouldn't have had to talk to someone else if I was a better listener and communicator.
I have finally determined the extent of the affair which I actually believe based on the texts that I read. They began talking 1-2 weeks before via text. I don't know if they had met up before outside of work but this time around he had asked her to the park to play basketball and talk. She met up with him and they ended up making out. I truly believe it didn't go further than this YET. BUT, it would have in the near future I am sure. She says he is not her boyfriend. She also took off tonight and I have no idea where she is at - assuming with him or a girl friend.
It is an awkward living situation but I am hoping this resolves in the near term. I do think she wants me to get back with her and try to repair that. I think that the the main issue was a lack of communication that manifested for a long time. We got into a routine, lived our boring simple life and meanwhile this problem was never discussed and grew over time. She acted out instead of talking to me and also lied to my face/talked a lot of shit about me behind my back. She can be very sneaky and I don't think I can fully trust her again. Obviously this would be the easiest thing to do but I don't think I would ever be truly happy.
Understanding the root cause has helped me feel better. If nothing else, it will allow me to address my personality flaws/communication issues and see things from another perspective. I started hitting the gym today and will keep a routine going. I also plan on picking back up on studying for my CFP designation. I took the week off of work to focus on my mental health.
Today I called the wedding venue and officially cancelled the date. We were able to get some money back but lost a bit unless the date can be resold to another couple (unlikely). I also spoke with her parents again to keep them apprised. They live far away and I am sure are worried sick. I continue to let them know everything is fine and calm and they don't need to worry about their daughter.
I did some research and with interest rates where they are today I will not be able to find a comparable house for the mortgage I pay for this (can barely find an apartment for less nowadays). I think my best option is to try and buy out her share and have her find an apartment. She seems agreeable at this time. We will have an appraiser out to assess value and see what half of the equity would be and if that is doable for me.
My questions to you all are: Does this change your mind at all about the situation? Am I handling this properly? If not, what should I be doing different?
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At this point - I would stop giving her the platform to tell you that her cheating is 'because of you.' It's not. She chose to cheat. Instead of being an adult and having adult conversations in an adult relationship, she chose to cheat. The moment any of that shit escapes her lips - shut it down. She doesn't deserve to have your ear. She's hoping that if she says it enough, you'll start to believe it. Shut it down. 'Conversations are hallmarks of a relationship. You chose to cheat. It's over.' Rinse. Recycle. Repeat as necessary (personally, I'd be done with any conversing).
I hope the house thing works out. [link]

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You have so many things that you need to get over before this relationship can be recovered. So in no particular order you have the following to consider.
- She is trickle truthing you and the chances that she is still not being honest with you are high. The simplest way to put it is the time honored axiom that "kids kiss, adults fuck". Unless she can be completely honest with you - even knowing that it may hurt you to know the truth - any trust you have in her will be non-existent.
- She has leapt straight into DARVO (Deny, attack, reverse Victim and Offender). This is sadly a classic cheaters move and you can see this quite clearly in trying to pin the blame for her actions on you. Sorry but you didn't magically hand her a card saying "please cheat on me, I'm a bad fiance". She did this of her own accord, for her own reasons and because even though she knew it was wrong, she did it anyway. None of this is on you.
- Even when the chips are down and your engagement is in the balance, she chose him over you and continues to choose him over you. At a time when you would expect that she would pull out all stops to be with you, she has decided - for whatever reason - to continue seeing him. Anyone in her position who feared the loss of their partner would be bending over backwards to show you that she is not who you think she is. Sadly, she has done the exact opposite and is doing all in her power to drive you further apart.
- She doesn't want you to "throw away 7 years of a relationship away like this" but isn't that exactly what she is doing by her actions? What did she expect would happen if she hooks up with a guy she has just met at the expense of the person she is supposed to marry? Sorry but no, she has thrown away 7 years, not you, her.
- Her lack of honesty to your face is now being backed up by a complete lack of respect for you. How someone can go from "yes I will marry you" to "nah, you never made me happy and this new guy I just met can" is not the way to build a life of joy and happiness on. Hell, if it was a house any right minded civil engineer would condemn the building before the foundations had a chance to dry. The foundations of this relationship are now in the realm of a sand pit in a swamp.
- The sum result of her blaming you has you now questioning your role in her affair. This is by design and is something that all cheaters do when faced with the consequences of their actions. She wants you to blame yourself so that you can play her game of "pick me". Now that you no longer wish to play she'll easily move onto the new guy and will not give you a second thought. For now.
As you say, you have taken action and have cancelled the wedding and stopped your engagement. You are handling this properly and you need to make it clear to her that once the sole thing keeping you together is dealt with - the sale/transfer of the house, that she will be out of your life forever.
So are you throwing away 7 years? No, you had it thrown away for you and you are just sweeping up the mess left behind by her actions.
For now, keep all communication between you restricted purely to the asset split. Tell her absolutely nothing about your plans, what you are doing in your life, etc. She lost that right when she did what she did. And if she tries to fill you in on what she has been doing, just pull her up with the simple phrase "I no longer care what you do, it's no longer my business."
"Understanding the root cause has helped me feel better."
But please also understand that there are no "root causes" for why she did what she did. That is all on her, on her own personal flaws in her character and morals and you had absolutely nothing to do with it. As you said yourself, she is very sneaky and this is just who she is.
So get your agreement done asap and even if you take a small loss and end up with a few months of eating ramen to pay her out, you will end up ahead.
And then once it's all done, start working towards being as indifferent to her as you possibly can be. [link]

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Friendly reminder that I am NOT the OP, this is a repost.

I tried replacing the battery of my Macbook Pro (13” 2017 function keys) with an ifixit kit but had some issues. The most pressing of which is that the pancake screw of the battery power cable broke. Half of it is in the hole, and the other half, the head, is broken off. Taping it together in various ways did give some various results:

• startup but no battery recognized. It only works plugged in. Sometimes with the fan at max speed even though the laptop is cold.
  
• No startup at all
  
• Startup and the battery is recognized at 100% and works without charger. This stopped working after about 5 minutes and then went to scenario 2 again. But this at least shows the battery is working I guess.
  

It would make sense this is all caused by the power cable not making contact. But in some of the instances when opening up the laptop again the battery data cable also seemed to be loose. So my first question is if any of these scenarios indicate more issues than just the battery power cable. Should I replace the data cable?
Next question: what should I do with the power contact? Glue down the battery power cable? Would this guarantee enough contact or does it need to be bolted down by a screw?
I think I explained everything that happened but let me know if I can clarify things, perhaps with pictures.

So I'm a person that can't turn of my brain, it's always rolling and building up scenarios. To fall asleep is hell for me. I tend to go into negative thought patterns a lot before I catch myself.
I love being creative and to learn new stuff about things I'm interested in. When the opposite is true I have a tendency to procrastinate quite a bit. (Also true for my passions). If I'm talking to a person who is too calm I get stressed and want to bring energy into it. In passive meetings my focus gets lost in after 30 minutes at most and I want to run or do something.
I make plans to practice gym/singing/playing guitadrawing but I never successfully follow the schedules I create for myself. I tend to push thing to the last second. In my work I have at times done allnighters because I haven't been able to work effectively during the week (i studied something in my early twenties that I regret and I want to switch fields when I have some more money saved up and to go back to college now in my 30s). Working like that isn't sustainable in the long run even if I can do 24 hours of last second panic work. I did it with an assignment in college once where I wrote undeterred for 30 hours. Do not recommend.
I tend to do things in bursts and during exams I can get into this super focused flow state. It's like a superpower that I reach sometimes when creating music. I love the feeling where "magic" just flows from you.
I can get scatterbrained quite a lot and live inside my head. I go a bit crazy if I'm alone for too long. I love meeting new people and experiencing adventure in life (introvert growing up but now more of an extrovert). The routine of a 9-5 is slowly killing my happiness. I feel like moving to another country and learning a new language (had an awesome exchange semester back when I studied that might make my pov a bit biased.)
Growing up I had both vocal and physical Tics. I think I had 5 at the same time at it's worst. I still have urges to do them and I have smaller ones that aren't that noticeable, it tends to happen more when I'm feeling anxious, tired or stressed.
Doing my artistic passions gets way more interesting when I have other things to do or late at night when I should be sleeping.
When my social anxiety doesn't win I can be the life of the party and make sure we're having a good time. I always try to make sure that everyone feels included in an activity as I hate exclusion with a passion.
Tldr;
Can't turn off my brain that's always building scenarios and spirals in negative thought patterns (especially when going to bed).
Highly creative but lose interest quickly if what I'm doing doesn't interest me. I have a procrastination problem. I get a feeling of wanting to MOVE in meetings.
I do things last second and sometimes pull allnighters.
Make grandiose plans that I don't follow.
I love feeling the flow state when it happens. Then I get hyperfocus.
Scatterbrained, had tics growing up and have some social anxiety.

Occasionally I get this popup asking "Restore position?" It seems to happen more when I have the phone sideways and maybe I've touched some part of the screen I didn't intend to and it scrolls to the top. And - if I can click it in time - it's great, it gets me back. But sometimes I'm slow and miss the opportunity.
What should I do to get this to pop up?