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Hello, everyone! My name is Theodore, but I prefer Teddy. I am making this post because I am looking for a partner that matches my tastes in story-telling, shipping, and writing!
TLDR: I’ll write any canon character you give me, but it’s gotta be extremely descriptive and extremely mentally ill at some point, my mans. I’ll write for you and I won’t expect anything in return, but if you’d like to (really like to) we could do canon x oc for canon x oc (i’d like it). I like problems. Skip to the bottom for fandoms/characters/plots/ocs.
(For future reference — I am bisexual and genderfluid (born female, he/him preferred), and LGBTQ+/queer references will constantly show up in my writing. It's how I express myself, and it's also how I find comfort. My writing caters exclusively towards male characters and any characters who falls under the non-binary/transmasc umbrella.)
I am very confident in my skills and ability. I have:

• 8 to 9 years of writing experience
• an extensive vocabulary
• a wide variety of fandoms + characters
• creativity to an extent (I love cliches)

See also;

• I have a mostly open schedule. I am free on weekdays from 3 pm to 1 am (this is not completely guaranteed, as sometimes there are emergencies, but don't worry). I don't usually write on weekends, but I'll most likely make an exception if I really like our idea.
• I am able to work with the many different genres of writing, but my prefered/go - to writing genres are horror (second fav), angst (fav fav), romance (third fav), and, occasionally, dystopian (but dystopian can very much be anything mixed into one, so it doesn't count).
• I write A LOT. Big paragraphs and words, y’know?

At the top of my head, this is all I can write about myself that matters. I'll move on to the important parts now, but feel free to ask any questions in PMs/DMs. I do not like responding to replies under my posts :(
To avoid easy questions;

• All characters that I’ll be playing are in some way or form queer (gay, bi, trans, etc.)
• Yes, you can request them (the canon characters) to be cis. No, I won’t change my original characters.
• I write in third person only, I won’t write in first person (for the entire rp) and I expect my writing partner to do the same (pls)
• Yes, I’ll play more than one character for you in a single rp (i love polycules)
• It doesn’t matter if you ship it or not, Venom/Eddie is literally canon so your character is gonna be in a polycule whether you like it or NOT (I will not negotiate on this, I will die for Venom/Eddie)
• NSFW themed questions in dms/pms only pls
• You don’t have to write as much as me (2 huge paragraphs or 3 standard paragraphs are fine).

I have always harbored an adoration for story - driven media (of all types). Video games, comic books, movies, series, etc. I love everything and anything there is to offer with fictional worlds and characters. You could say It's a special interest of sorts (I think).
I especially like media written for queer relationships and romances (as already implied), and if the media isn’t already queer then I’ll simply make it queer (because there is never a good story that’s inherently straight). I won’t sugar coat it: I am a terrible gay, and I enjoy terrible things. I am looking for someone who can share this sentiment in a roleplay with me. Almost all plots that I am looking for are either entirely, or centered around, some sort of dramatic (because who doesn’t like gay suffering?).
The dramatics in particular being;

• Grief
• Heartbreak
• Yearning
• Affairs
• Dysphoria
• Mental illness and Anguish (and etc.)

It gets worse, but it’s worth it all for the sake of ‘character development’ and entertainment. Things get boring real fast without them, in my opinion at least. I should mention that I’m very big on the ‘mental illness aspect’ - I love writing fowith characters that are really going through it in their heads.
And don’t get me wrong! I am more than willing to do a roleplay that’s just pure fluff and joy! I just really like adding in that ‘spice’!
After this point, I don’t really think there is much else to elaborate/speak about regarding the writing. Unhealthy dynamics and sad stuff is kind of my thing, you know? Again (probably), I’m not saying that these things have to be the entire point of the roleplay, despite how I may sound. I’m just saying that these have to be core parts of it.
The following will be my closing lists. Fandoms and characters and a couple plots (both based on certain fandoms and original/apart from series plots). If you don’t like the plots we can come up with something else in private ofc! Again, feel free to PM/DM! I don’t bite! Have a good morning/afternoon/day/night!
Fandoms & Characters (All characters are either of age or aged up to at least 19 uwu);
Homestuck/Vast error(1&2); Alpha/Beta kids and trolls (main cast) (+ Midnight Crew's Boxcars, Slick, Droogs)
Black Butler; Sebastian Michaelis
Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss (sigh); Alastor, Valentino, Stolas (my baby)
Stranger Things; Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove
Invincible; Mark Grayson, Nolan Grayson, Rex Sloan, Allen (the alien)
South Park; Stan Marsh, Kenny McCormick, Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Craig Tucker, Clyde Donovan
Mortal Kombat; Johnny Cage, Kano, Shao Kahn, Erron Black (a handful of others that i can't remember at the moment lol)
M.H.A; Keigo Takami/Hawks, Enji Todoroki/Endeavor, Izuku Midoriya, Shouto Todoroki, Dabi/Touya Todoroki, Tomura Shigaraki
One Piece: RoRonoa Zoro, Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy, Vinsmoke Sanji
JJK; Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori/Sakuna, Mahito.
Please Take My Brother Away!: Shi Fen, Zhen Kai xin, Wai Sui
Lisa The Painful/Joyful; Buzzo, Brad, Dusty
Hannibal; Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham
The Sopranos; Tony Soprano, Christopher Molitisanti, Paulie Gualtieri, Richie Aprile, Dickie Molitisanti, Furio Guinta (best boy)
Unicorn Wars; Azulin, Gordi, Coco, The Father
Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul; Jesse Pinkman, Walter White, Saul Goodman, Tuco Salamanca, Lalo Salamanca, Mike Ermantraut
Euphoria; Nate Jacobs, Cal Jacobs, Fez (Fezco)
Marvel; Eddie Brock/Venom, Carnage, Thor Odinson, Vision, Peter Parker (30-something year old Peter, NOT mcu), Wade Wilson (Deadpool),
DC; Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, (Injustice) Damian Wayne, Clark Kent, Connor Kent, John Constatine, Wally West, Barry Allen, Micheal Jon Carter (Booster Gold), Ted Kord (Blue Beetle), Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle), Edward Nygma (The Batman)
The Witcher; Geralt De Rivia
Haikyuu; Tobio Kageyama, Yu Nishinoya, Daichi Sawamura, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Tetsuro Kuroo, Kei Tsukishima, Toru Oikawa, Asahi Azumane, Koshi Sugawara , Keishin Ukai, Shoyo Hinata
Yuri On Ice; Yuuri Katsuki, Victor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Emil Nekola, Seung Gil Lee,
Arcane; (genderbend/tboy) Jinx, (genderbend/tboy) Vi, Silco, Viktor, Vander, Finn
Persona 5; Suguru Kamoshida (no i won’t explain myself), Ren Amamiya, Ryuji Sakamoto (best boi), Zenkichi Hasegawa, Kunikazu Okumura
Dragon Ball Z; Son Goku, Son Gohan, Yamcha, Trunks, Goten
Resident Evil (Biohazard + Village mainly): Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters (fav yt guy), Jack Baker, Karl Heisenberg, Alcina Dimitrescu (genderbend uwu), Leon Kennedy,
COD; Ghost
Yakuza (game franchise): Kiryu Kazuma, Goro Majima, Ichiban Kasuga (theres more but i got lazy at this point)
(IT’S MY COMFORT SHOW/human au) Bluey: Bandit, Stripe
Plots, most of which are horroangst themed, we get softer things towards the end; (OG= original concept) (FP= fan plot)
(OG) In flames. [M] and [Y]’s love story simmers with spiteful rage - and fortunately for everyone, [Y] has been thinking about ending things. In order to prove to [Y] that he's willing to officially change for the better, [M] agrees to help [Y] reconnect with their only living relatives (whom they have a strained relationship with).
(FP) The hunger. [Y], a mortuary student who practices veganism, develops a taste for flesh following a series of visitations (and interviews) with Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
(OG/FP) [Y]’s mother is dead. [Y], a talented young cellist suffering from paranoid schizophrenia, tries to come to terms with the grizzly death of their adoptive mother (despite the extremely strained relationship they had), and the potentially supernatural events they experience after it. (xmen x lake mungo type thing??)
(FP) Coeur. [Y], a talented figure skater who had quit the sport after experiencing a violent trauma, returns to their hometown after hearing some surprising news about a childhood friend. (just a cute yuri on ice plot)
(FP) Going under. [Y], the bored and spoiled product of a nobleman, decides to accompany a man who carries swords and his funny little stretchy friend in order to rescue their beloved cat from a viscous king overseas. (one piece)
(FP) The noble. A stunning, young, noble lives a second life as a gruesome serial killer with the assistance of their faithful Butler (Sebastian) and their courtier (Grelle). (Black Butler)
(FP/OG) Less than human. Following the violent death of their lover, an ex - special forces soldier with an unusual imagination (paranoid schizophrenia) embarks on an odyssey into the depths of depravity. (COD)
(FP) It’s a Bluey comfort rp :(. A physical therapist forms a bond with their patient and his children. (Bluey yaaaay)

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Hello, everyone! My name is Theodore, but I prefer Teddy. I am making this post because I am looking for a partner that matches my tastes in story-telling, shipping, and writing!
TLDR: I’ll write any canon character you give me, but it’s gotta be extremely descriptive and extremely mentally ill at some point, my mans. I’ll write for you and I won’t expect anything in return, but if you’d like to (really like to) we could do canon x oc for canon x oc (i’d like it). I like problems. Skip to the bottom for fandoms/characters/plots/ocs.
(For future reference — I am bisexual and genderfluid (born female, he/him preferred), and LGBTQ+/queer references will constantly show up in my writing. It's how I express myself, and it's also how I find comfort. My writing caters exclusively towards male characters and any characters who falls under the non-binary/transmasc umbrella.)
I am very confident in my skills and ability. I have:

• 8 to 9 years of writing experience
• an extensive vocabulary
• a wide variety of fandoms + characters
• creativity to an extent (I love cliches)

See also;

• I have a mostly open schedule. I am free on weekdays from 3 pm to 1 am (this is not completely guaranteed, as sometimes there are emergencies, but don't worry). I don't usually write on weekends, but I'll most likely make an exception if I really like our idea.
• I am able to work with the many different genres of writing, but my prefered/go - to writing genres are horror (second fav), angst (fav fav), romance (third fav), and, occasionally, dystopian (but dystopian can very much be anything mixed into one, so it doesn't count).
• I write A LOT. Big paragraphs and words, y’know?

At the top of my head, this is all I can write about myself that matters. I'll move on to the important parts now, but feel free to ask any questions in PMs/DMs. I do not like responding to replies under my posts :(
To avoid easy questions;

• All characters that I’ll be playing are in some way or form queer (gay, bi, trans, etc.)
• Yes, you can request them (the canon characters) to be cis. No, I won’t change my original characters.
• I write in third person only, I won’t write in first person (for the entire rp) and I expect my writing partner to do the same (pls)
• Yes, I’ll play more than one character for you in a single rp (i love polycules)
• It doesn’t matter if you ship it or not, Venom/Eddie is literally canon so your character is gonna be in a polycule whether you like it or NOT (I will not negotiate on this, I will die for Venom/Eddie)
• NSFW themed questions in dms/pms only pls
• You don’t have to write as much as me (2 huge paragraphs or 3 standard paragraphs are fine).

I have always harbored an adoration for story - driven media (of all types). Video games, comic books, movies, series, etc. I love everything and anything there is to offer with fictional worlds and characters. You could say It's a special interest of sorts (I think).
I especially like media written for queer relationships and romances (as already implied), and if the media isn’t already queer then I’ll simply make it queer (because there is never a good story that’s inherently straight). I won’t sugar coat it: I am a terrible gay, and I enjoy terrible things. I am looking for someone who can share this sentiment in a roleplay with me. Almost all plots that I am looking for are either entirely, or centered around, some sort of dramatic (because who doesn’t like gay suffering?).
The dramatics in particular being;

• Grief
• Heartbreak
• Yearning
• Affairs
• Dysphoria
• Mental illness and Anguish (and etc.)

It gets worse, but it’s worth it all for the sake of ‘character development’ and entertainment. Things get boring real fast without them, in my opinion at least. I should mention that I’m very big on the ‘mental illness aspect’ - I love writing fowith characters that are really going through it in their heads.
And don’t get me wrong! I am more than willing to do a roleplay that’s just pure fluff and joy! I just really like adding in that ‘spice’!
After this point, I don’t really think there is much else to elaborate/speak about regarding the writing. Unhealthy dynamics and sad stuff is kind of my thing, you know? Again (probably), I’m not saying that these things have to be the entire point of the roleplay, despite how I may sound. I’m just saying that these have to be core parts of it.
The following will be my closing lists. Fandoms and characters and a couple plots (both based on certain fandoms and original/apart from series plots). If you don’t like the plots we can come up with something else in private ofc! Again, feel free to PM/DM! I don’t bite! Have a good morning/afternoon/day/night!
Fandoms & Characters (All characters are either of age or aged up to at least 19 uwu);
Homestuck/Vast error(1&2); Alpha/Beta kids and trolls (main cast) (+ Midnight Crew's Boxcars, Slick, Droogs)
Black Butler; Sebastian Michaelis
Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss (sigh); Alastor, Valentino, Stolas (my baby)
Stranger Things; Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove
Invincible; Mark Grayson, Nolan Grayson, Rex Sloan, Allen (the alien)
South Park; Stan Marsh, Kenny McCormick, Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Craig Tucker, Clyde Donovan
Mortal Kombat; Johnny Cage, Kano, Shao Kahn, Erron Black (a handful of others that i can't remember at the moment lol)
M.H.A; Keigo Takami/Hawks, Enji Todoroki/Endeavor, Izuku Midoriya, Shouto Todoroki, Dabi/Touya Todoroki, Tomura Shigaraki
One Piece: RoRonoa Zoro, Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy, Vinsmoke Sanji
JJK; Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori/Sakuna, Mahito.
Please Take My Brother Away!: Shi Fen, Zhen Kai xin, Wai Sui
Lisa The Painful/Joyful; Buzzo, Brad, Dusty
Hannibal; Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham
The Sopranos; Tony Soprano, Christopher Molitisanti, Paulie Gualtieri, Richie Aprile, Dickie Molitisanti, Furio Guinta (best boy)
Unicorn Wars; Azulin, Gordi, Coco, The Father
Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul; Jesse Pinkman, Walter White, Saul Goodman, Tuco Salamanca, Lalo Salamanca, Mike Ermantraut
Euphoria; Nate Jacobs, Cal Jacobs, Fez (Fezco)
Marvel; Eddie Brock/Venom, Carnage, Thor Odinson, Vision, Peter Parker (30-something year old Peter, NOT mcu), Wade Wilson (Deadpool),
DC; Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, (Injustice) Damian Wayne, Clark Kent, Connor Kent, John Constatine, Wally West, Barry Allen, Micheal Jon Carter (Booster Gold), Ted Kord (Blue Beetle), Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle), Edward Nygma (The Batman)
The Witcher; Geralt De Rivia
Haikyuu; Tobio Kageyama, Yu Nishinoya, Daichi Sawamura, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Tetsuro Kuroo, Kei Tsukishima, Toru Oikawa, Asahi Azumane, Koshi Sugawara , Keishin Ukai, Shoyo Hinata
Yuri On Ice; Yuuri Katsuki, Victor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Emil Nekola, Seung Gil Lee,
Arcane; (genderbend/tboy) Jinx, (genderbend/tboy) Vi, Silco, Viktor, Vander, Finn
Persona 5; Suguru Kamoshida (no i won’t explain myself), Ren Amamiya, Ryuji Sakamoto (best boi), Zenkichi Hasegawa, Kunikazu Okumura
Dragon Ball Z; Son Goku, Son Gohan, Yamcha, Trunks, Goten
Resident Evil (Biohazard + Village mainly): Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters (fav yt guy), Jack Baker, Karl Heisenberg, Alcina Dimitrescu (genderbend uwu), Leon Kennedy,
COD; Ghost
Yakuza (game franchise): Kiryu Kazuma, Goro Majima, Ichiban Kasuga (theres more but i got lazy at this point)
(IT’S MY COMFORT SHOW/human au) Bluey: Bandit, Stripe
Plots, most of which are horroangst themed, we get softer things towards the end; (OG= original concept) (FP= fan plot)
(OG) In flames. [M] and [Y]’s love story simmers with spiteful rage - and fortunately for everyone, [Y] has been thinking about ending things. In order to prove to [Y] that he's willing to officially change for the better, [M] agrees to help [Y] reconnect with their only living relatives (whom they have a strained relationship with).
(FP) The hunger. [Y], a mortuary student who practices veganism, develops a taste for flesh following a series of visitations (and interviews) with Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
(OG/FP) [Y]’s mother is dead. [Y], a talented young cellist suffering from paranoid schizophrenia, tries to come to terms with the grizzly death of their adoptive mother (despite the extremely strained relationship they had), and the potentially supernatural events they experience after it. (xmen x lake mungo type thing??)
(FP) Coeur. [Y], a talented figure skater who had quit the sport after experiencing a violent trauma, returns to their hometown after hearing some surprising news about a childhood friend. (just a cute yuri on ice plot)
(FP) Going under. [Y], the bored and spoiled product of a nobleman, decides to accompany a man who carries swords and his funny little stretchy friend in order to rescue their beloved cat from a viscous king overseas. (one piece)
(FP) The noble. A stunning, young, noble lives a second life as a gruesome serial killer with the assistance of their faithful Butler (Sebastian) and their courtier (Grelle). (Black Butler)
(FP/OG) Less than human. Following the violent death of their lover, an ex - special forces soldier with an unusual imagination (paranoid schizophrenia) embarks on an odyssey into the depths of depravity. (COD)
(FP) It’s a Bluey comfort rp :(. A physical therapist forms a bond with their patient and his children. (Bluey yaaaay)

Hi! For the past 48 hours, my fridge wasn't working. It:

1. ran nonstop (about 8 hours without shutting off at all, then back on for another 8 hours straight).
   
2. While running nonstop, it wasn't cooling very well. It took about 19 hours to go from 46 to 41.
   
3. It was a lot quieter than usual. I.e some component (I think the condenser?) wasn't running. The part of the fridge that makes the humming sound (like an AC unit) wasn't on.
   

This is the 2nd time this old fridge has broken in 2 months. Last time (2 months ago) the landlord sent a maintenance guy and he fixed it.
So I emailed the landlord last night telling him basically what I wrote above and also included that this is pretty bad timing because I'm in the middle of midterm exams and I (1) can't keep any food in my fridge and (2) worry about the safety of a failing electronic running nonstop and (3) worry about the cost of the fridge running 24/7. I asked him to give me a call today.
He did not call me today or respond. Instead he just scheduled another maintenance person to come out at some point in a few days. Ok whatever, I'm pretty sure he's spent more money in repairs than what it would cost to just get a new cheap fridge.
Ok SO, this morning the fridge actually seems to be working normally again! Shit. It's cycling on and off as usual and now I hear that louder component (condenser??) running again, which wasn't the past few days.
So what do I do? Do I tell the landlord that it seems to have started working again and it's up to him if he wants to keep the maintenance appointment? Do I say nothing and let someone come and check it out anyway because it's probably on the verge of breaking again?
I have a HUGE midterm exam on Thursday and that's honestly my main priority at this point.

Hey, not sure if this is the right place to ask, but I figured it would be the appropriate place being that I’m considering calling my local fire department; I want opinions in case I’d potentially be wasting their time, which is the last thing I’d wanna do.
I woke up this morning smelling diesel exhaust. I live on the 4th floor of an apartment building in a big city, and my neighborhood is known to be under constant construction (there’s like 7 construction sites within a block radius of me, including one on the same site my building is on), so I assumed it was just a truck idling while briefly stopped on my block, right outside of my bedroom window.
Fast forward to an hour later, it still smells strongly of diesel exhaust, and it’s not just my bedroom. The rest of the apartment smells like it, and when I walked into the hallway of the building, it smelled even stronger. It’s as if someone’s pumping diesel fumes into the building. Each apartment has a CO detector, but they’re mounted next to the thermostats, so about 4-5 feet off the floor; they’re not going off (mine isn’t, and I’m almost positive the units around me aren’t either considering how thin the walls and floors/ceilings are here), but again they’re mounted considerably high off the floor so I’m unsure if this is a good indicator of whether we may be in danger. There’s also a commercial building fire alarm system that hasn’t activated yet, though I’m unsure if any of the detectors on that system contain CO detection, and even if they do they’re all ceiling and duct mounted in common areas.
I’m feeling a bit light headed, which is why I’m coming here and not just passively waiting for it to pass. Should I call the FD just to be safe? These construction sites will be working for at least 4-5 more hours today, and if whatever they’re doing to release diesel exhaust will be going on all day, I’m worried I’ll get poisoned; I’m also concerned about my neighbors’ pets considering most of them work 9-5 jobs and won’t be home for a while. Please let me know I how I should proceed.

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reasons my mom and dad fucking suck 1. my mom thinks being her child’s first bully is quirky 2. my mom doesn’t love me 3. my mom has some unspoken battle against me as her child 4. my mom is narcissistic 5. my mom is rude 6. my mom brings around random men and doesn’t seem to care abt how it affects her children 7. my mom flips out about my dad and cant get along with him even if me and my brothers and her were all held at fucking gun point 8. my dad flips out about my mom and can’t get along with her even if me and my brothers and him were all held at fucking gun point 9. my mom will decide when to be my parent on and off 10. my dad will decide when to be my parent on and off 11. my mom acts like i owe her something for giving birth to me 12. my mom doesn’t care if i eat or not 13. my mom body shames me 14. my mom tells me to kill myself 15. my mom doesn’t care and doesn’t have a filter around me even though she knows she should 16. my mom thinks im lazy because i refuse to make myself miserable (cleaning after someone else, taking care of pets she wants to flaunt and cant have an ounce of empathy to care about, and because i dont like school) 17. my moms knows im stressed and severely depressed but she refuses to get me medicine 18. my mom is awfully insecure when it comes to power(feels the need to stand guard and extract respect for basic things) 19. my mom knows nothing about me 20. my mom feels like she doesn’t need to parent me emotionally 21. my mom uses the things i talk to her about against me in our arguments and wonders why i wont talk to her about anything 22. my mom would rather label me a disobedient child who hates adults then admit shes fucking wrong!!!! or even ask me how i fucking feel 23. my mom is scary and unhinged 24. my mom gets angry when i look things up and use the internet to raise me but she refuses to do it herself 25. my mom is willing to yell at me on my birthday 26. my mom could see me with a broken leg and she could have a slight cough and she’d still take herself to the clinic before me 27. my dad ignored me on my birthday because i was sad 28. my mom called her dad to yell at me on my birthday because i told her she had been yelling at me the whole day and wondered why i was so upset 29. my mom refuses to get me a binder knowing im dysphoric without one 30. my mom knows i cut but doesn’t care 31. when my friend called cps because i was having suicidal thoughts and i was stressed my mom said i was right about no one wanting me here 32. my mon knows im stressed with school but she doesn’t care and is willing to make my home life 3x more stressful 33. i could have my own job and buy my own things and my mom would still feel the need to tell me what i cant buy 34. my mom puts herself before her children 35. my mom says im going to be a bum because i dont like school and im depressed 36. my mom says im going to be a failure because i dont like getting up every morning and going to a 8-3 iob with no pay everyday 37. my mom can only be affectionate to me around other grown men or in front of a camera 38. my mom doesn’t care if i live or if i die 39. my mom says i can get the fuck out of her house if i want to have bad grades, dont want to clean after someone else, or just exist in general 40. when my mom and dad were fighting for custody my mom bought a second cat after i emotionally deattached from my first one to lure me to come back to her house because she knows i love animals and she knows that i know she won’t take care of them 41. my mom will only love me if im against my dad 42. my dad will only love me if im against my mom 43. my mom knows her not taking care of her exotic pets(and leaving me to do it) was hurting and stressing me out and when they died she laughed when i was crying and didn’t care 44. her gecko broke her leg and i warned my mom and i warned her that she needed help but she ignored me and her gecko stopped eating and she died 45. her bearded dragon had a fucking bone disease because he wasn’t getting a proper diet, and i told my mom early on because i just knew something was wrong and she called me a hypercondriac and laughed when i was crying once he died 46. my mom traumatizes me a lot and pretends not to know she did it 47. my mom would beat the shit out of me and threatened my life just because i couldn’t clean my room or i couldn’t swallow a vitamin pill or let her pop a pimple on my face 48. when i would collapse from exhaustion because i was stressed with school and home she’d yell at me 49. whenever theres another adult around teaching me something she’ll always say “you should already know this” or pretend like she’s already taught me it when she hasnt 50. my mom would let my stepdad lock me in my room when i was 9-11 yrs old for punishment and i wasn’t allowed to come out for anything without their permission or id be beaten, i didnt have a phone so i couldn’t call them when they left the house and theyd be gone for hours and my brothers would snitch if i ever came out just to make my life harder 51. my mom would let and watch my stepdad beat the shit out of me just because i was hungry on punishment and theyd catch me out of my room(she didn’t care that i was crying and screaming saying “i was just hungry”) 52. ive never raised my hand at my mom but she has no problem hitting me 53. the courts said my mom couldn’t discipline me anymore because each time she did it was always a violent situation so whenever she’s upset with me she pettily shove me into a door or wall or punch me or slap me 54. my dad is disturbingly unbothered with neglecting my relationship with him 55. my dad probably doesn’t love me 56. my mom has made fun of my teeth and my appearance countless times and wonders why i dont smile in pictures or refuse to to take them 57. my mom wont let me wear any kind of makeup because it makes me look “grown” (im 15) 58. my mom wont let me wear the clothes i want even though theyre completely normal for a teenager 59. my mom emotionally treats me like an adult but physically treats me like a child 60. when it comes to looks my mom treats me like a grown woman for some reason 61. my mom has groped me twice to “show” me what men would do to me when i had on a normal length skirt or dress 62. my mom goes out of her way to humiliate me

First, my son needs to come with me and he has a current Japanese passport, no esta, and an expired American passport. I’m going to call in the morning and try to get the emergency American passport.
Would American immigration allow a child to enter on a Japanese passport if i explained it was a family emergency?
I’m trying to find a place to take my dog or let one of my friends take my dog to. I can find someone to drop him off further away, maybe even a neighboring prefecture if it’s a good place. I’ve been training him to use the bathroom in the yard and I don’t want a place that’s gonna erase that training and make him pee inside on a pad. The weather is good now so i’d be fine with a totally outdoor place.
Not sure if one of my family members is still gonna be alive in the morning so I’d appreciate it if we could skip the jokes and sly comments on this one.
Yes I’m googling it myself but I’ve got a bunch of stuff I’ve got to get ready and バタバタ。

Good morning! I have a really fun combined auction this weekend (Saturday and Sunday) that you might want to check out - tons of new items including some Fractional Currency starting at $1, some older $50 and $100 Federal Reserve Notes most starting at 10% over face, new bulk lots, world currency, sterling silver jewelry, US proof sets, and more! NOTE: EVERY invoice from this auction will get FREE COINS (no matter how small the order) - one 1927-dated coin from my collection, and one more item (coin or token) I'll temporarily call "whatever is lying around at the time." We have arranged the auctions to be able to be combined for shipping purposes (in other words, you will only get ONE shipping charge for your entire order across both auctions.) I do my absolute best to keep shipping costs as low as possible so you can spend more on coins and not give it to USPS. I typically ship by Thursday after the auction. First auction starts at 10 am CST on Saturday, March 25 and contains 785 lots. Link: https://www.auctionzip.com/auction-catalog/Coins-US-and-Foreign-Inherited-Assets-liquidation\_MS8QH4E6UZ/ Second auction starts at 10 am CST on Sunday, March 26 and contains 740 lots. Link: https://www.auctionzip.com/auction-catalog/Coins-US-and-Foreign-Inherited-Assets-liquidation-2\_LSJ8LY3ES7/ Thank you, and best of luck!

I (18M) have been eating a lot of junk food these days, I have had some very minor issues due to them. Henceforth, I have decided to change my diet. I can't put the Tasty stuff right out of the equation though. So I have decided to eat healthy during the whole day, just so that I can eat what I want during the night. (Weird motivation I know)
My diet:
morning - protein shake (Milk, coconut cream, Peanut butter, Oats)
mid-afternoon - juice + Sandwich (Multigrain bread with vegetables and cottage cheese for protein)
Afternoon - Salad + Curd + Whatever's being cooked at home.
Evening - Fruit Salad
I am gonna cut out coffee and sugar totally from the whole day-diet (So that I can consume them at night). I have also got the exercise part covered. I am in no way obese right now. I am rather what you'd call, skinny.
I don't know whether what I wish is feasible or not and would love to take any advice. I am open to taking suggestions, changes to the diet ETC.

This is a recounting of events from my childhood. I know this is a bit of a cliche, but if you don’t believe me, I understand, I wouldn’t believe this story either.
I was in sixth grade the first time it happened. Nothing was weird about the day, nothing that could prepare me for what would happen.
That night, I was lying in my bed, trying to go to sleep, when I noticed a bright light shining from under the door of my closet. The light shone many different colors, from an emerald green to a dark gray and finally settling on a deep blood-red. I watched curiously, since the light in my closet was normally a bright white, and nobody had been in there all day. All of a sudden the lights shut off. Not just the closet light, that would be too simple. All of the lights in my room instantly shut off. The soft lamp I sleep with next to my bed, the lava lamp in the corner of my room, even my speaker playing it’s white noise shut off. It’s at this point I’ll say that it was about 3 am, and understandably scared shitless. What happened next was easily the worst thing that could’ve happened. In the pitch-black of my room, I heard the sound of my closet door creaking as it opened. The second that noise spoke out through the darkness, I couldn’t move, not only from the fear, but even if I wanted to, I was in a state of sleep paralysis. Nothing happened for several minutes, the only thing keeping the time being the red numbers on my alarm clock. The next thing that happened will be imprinted on my mind forever. I heard a scuttling like a thousand spiders crawling along the floor. The sound seemed to last for hours, giving me an extreme sense of anxiety along with the feeling of pure terror. The sound grew closer and closer to my bed, until it was right by my side. A voice sounded from the darkness after a time of silence. The voice sounded like the embodiment of all the possible sounds of grinding and all the voices of the damned in hell collectively shouting.
“I am the culmination of humanity’s darkest fears, put into being by the writers who long for the darkness, I am the inspiration for the most disturbing of stories. I am, the Storyteller,
You young child, are lucky enough to encounter me, only those who have a true connection to the darkness within themselves may be granted this chance. Now let the fun begin.”
This entity, the storyteller, then opened a book they must’ve carried from my closet. As it opened, a bloodred light shone from the pages like it had from my closet, illuminating this monstrous creature. I have never felt as afraid as I did in that moment. The creature had the head of a man, but with all the features of a corpse. Rotting skin, sunken eyes, but he had long, skinny teeth, like those of a whale, but more plentiful. His body I could not see, but he had eight limbs, all human arms, that looked as if he had taken them off other’s bodies and sewn them onto his. As he finished looking through the pages, he began to read, looking up to me as he did.
“You always knew to fear your closet door, and keep one eye open forevermore;
Something is waiting for you to douse the light, it dances across your room at night;
Hungry, it shambles towards your bed, you forget in that moment, the brave words your father said;
Terror washes over you, more than any child should feel, and those sleepless night continue, making you an evermore delicious meal.“
As he finished, he slowly closed the book, and I was thrust back into darkness. The scuttling resumed, and instead of heading back to the closet, it came closer to my bed. I felt a change in pressure on my bed sheets, and had the horrifying realization that it was climbing onto my bed. He moved his face closer to mine, until it was an inch away, and whispered to me in a soft tone, “Sleep well child, for these events shall soon come to pass.” With that, he backed up, climbing off of my bed. The scuttling noise continued back to my closet, and the door creaked shut.
I was baffled, assuming it was all a dream. So I walked to my closet, and opened it, not sure what I would see. But nothing was there, just a normal closet. I decided that I was just tired, and that it was all a hallucination, and tried to go back to sleep. But I could not get that face out of my mind, with its sunken eyes and horrifying smile. As the sun came out, I lay in bed, unable to get even a wink of sleep. For the next few days, that sight would haunt me, always accompanied by the scuttling, the never ending scuttling. But as all things, the memory started to fade from my mind, never comprehending the gravity of the situation.
About a month after the night, I saw something on the news, and it all came rushing back. In the next state over, there was a small child found dead by his parents. The local police were extremely confused, for the child had been bitten in half, but the teeth marks matched no bite marks that exist on earth. There was a blood trail that led from the bed to the closet, and the trail went up the wall, and ended in what was one of the most disturbing images imaginable. There was a pool of blood on the wall, as if gravity did not apply to it, and there were handprints, eight of them, in a circle around the pool. In writing above it all was a message that said, “Ready or not child, I draw closer.”
Understandably, reading this as a middle schooler shook me to my core. I realized that my experience was not a dream, as I had convinced myself, but a real event, where the creature could influence what happened in the world. The day was a blur, and it seemed that nobody else had seen the newspaper article. A week went by, and my fear diminished more and more as nothing happened. Then, that night, it happened again.
I saw the light from under my closet door. I willed myself to wake up, convinced that it was all a nightmare. When nothing happened, I got out of bed and ran to the door, but it seemed to be locked from the outside. I yelled for my parents, but it was as if the sound was swallowed up by the presence of the light. I ran for my bed, defeated and terrified, and threw the covers over my head. As I saw the lights go out, I froze, in that state of sleep paralysis again, hoping that the covers would be enough to save me. Beneath my blankets, I could barely hear the scuttling, but it was clearly still there. Then the worst thing that could’ve happened became real. The covers were being pulled off of me, exposing me to the freezing dark of my room.
I did not see the creature as it was pulling off the covers, but once it started opening its ever-present book, I saw the red light shining from it, illuminating the face of this disturbingly made creature. I was stuck, staring into the eyes of the storyteller, just waiting for him to begin reading, knowing what was coming next.
“You thought that I, was only a dream, a nightmare where despite your best attempts, you could not scream;
The days went by, you slept protected by a simple locked door, I awaited, hidden away beneath the very floor;”
The book was slammed shut, throwing me back into darkness. The scuttling grew towards my bed, and the creature climbed up, and with his face an inch away from mine said,
“Young child, if you should sleep tonight, the souls of the damned shall come up, and take flight.”
He then scuttled back to my closet, and shut the door, and I felt his presence leaving. As what happened last time, I sat in my bed, wanting to be relieved of this hell. This time, it was only 2 weeks after that night's events when a newspaper article came out about a very disturbing death. It was another child, bitten in half by an unknown creature. This time however, there was no blood trail to the closet, there was a trail to a huge hole in the floor. The investigators were baffled, since the bedroom was on the second story, yet there was no hole on the first floor. It was as if the hole was a portal, sending whatever went in it into an endless dark abyss. There was, however, another pool of blood with the 8 handprints surrounding it, and in writing above it, “Closer and closer I come, hidden away from the wrath of the sun”.
The most disturbing thing, without a doubt, was the fact that this all occurred in the next town over. The two occurrences created a line that perfectly pointed to my town on a map.
As the days went by, I got a more severe sense of anxiety, knowing that one of these days, he would return. I tried getting people to let me sleep at their house, but somehow there was always an excuse to keep it from happening. People noticed that I was beginning to break down, and they kept asking what was wrong, but I felt that telling them what happened would violate some rule and make the situation worse, so I said I was just having sleeping problems, which was partly true.
After about a week, as I was going to bed, I felt that tonight would be the night that he came back. I tried to prepare myself, but the experience that night was by far the most traumatizing by far. I saw the lights from the closet, and I froze, trying to steel myself for what would happen next. The lights went out, and the darkness felt so much more full than in the past. The sound of the door opening was even louder than it had been. The scuttling, by far the worst part, sounded much angrier and determined than in the past. It came up to the bed again, and this time, the storyteller immediately climbed onto my bed. He then opened the book, and the color was so much brighter. The entire experience seemed more alive, more real, as if the storyteller’s connection to reality was somehow stronger.
“You tried to thwart my return, but it cannot delay the damned from being burned.”
He brought his face closer to mine, and since his presence felt so much stronger, I could finally smell him. I truly wish I hadn’t. He smelled of rotting corpses and burned plastic, all combined with the strongest smell of mold I have ever smelled. I could feel bile starting to come up through my throat, but it stopped, held back by some unseen force. After several moments of silence, the storyteller said “Young child, three times I have visited you, pray that I don’t visit you again.” And he crawled off my bed, scurrying back to the closet. And the moment it shut, I leaned off the bed and relieved myself of my dinner. I just sat there, contemplating his words. Sadly, I didn’t know how to keep him from coming, so I just told myself that I had to suck it up, and hopefully he would not return.
This retelling is making it seem as if I was calm during these encounters, but I am leaving out details about hours upon hours of screaming, waking up in cold sweats, and days of research, looking for documentation of this being, but finding nothing, I am leaving out the extent to which I was losing sleep, slowly going insane from these very abnormal meetings, and being unable to talk about them. At this point, I was starting to have mental breakdowns in the middle of class. The counselors at school kept calling me in, asking what was going on.I told them I was just having trouble sleeping, which was true, but I couldn’t say what was really happening.
Only two days after this meeting, I heard about the occurrence. I learned of it rather quickly, considering it happened right down the street. A sinkhole had opened beneath the house at the end of the street, swallowing it completely, but naturally it wasn’t a normal sinkhole. The rims were lined with obsidian, a deeper black than I had ever seen, and it seemed that there was fire inside the stones, because along cracks of stone, a bright red was flickering. In addition to this, the sinkhole seemed to go deeper than was physically possible. The hole had carved through bedrock as if it was sand, and seemed to solidify the mantle of the earth so it could come up from the center of the earth to swallow the house. The hole was also ringed with fire, which never seemed to go out, but never spread. Also, if someone listened closely, they could hear a faint screaming, as if the hole went all the way down to hell. As was the theme with these events, there was a child, bitten in half by the outside of the hole. Another pool of blood, with 8 hands surrounding it. But this time, there was no message, but a drawing of a face, the horrifying face of the storyteller.
Now obviously there was a pattern. It is only now that I realize that this occurrence continued the line on, closer to my house.
While the investigation was going on, I wanted so badly to tell the investigators what had been happening, but I didn’t because I would be considered a crazy person and maybe even institutionalized, which I know would only make it worse, because then I couldn’t escape the encounters. My parents were beginning to tell that something was wrong, and they were getting more calls from school. I was falling behind in all my classes. My breakdowns were getting worse and more frequent. I was having depressive episodes, and I was feeling more and more stressed. I felt as if this would happen one more time my mind would shatter.
It was one day, only one day between this occurrence and his next visit. I saw the light, and I started to panic. I was running around my room, trying to use the furniture to block the door, but it's as if everything was bolted to the floor. I went for the window, thinking I could climb out, but as soon as I opened the curtains and looked out, I wished that I hadn’t. The outside world was nowhere near what it used to be. I used to be able to see a vast forest and tons of wildlife would come up to the house to look at the strange structure in the middle of their home. Even at night, I could see almost as well as during the day due to there being no light pollution. But there was nothing, a black, empty void containing nothing. It was as if my room had been taken completely from the normal world and thrust into nothingness. I resigned myself back to laying down on my bed, convinced that I couldn’t do anything.
As soon as I was comfortable, the light shut off. The whole time I was thinking to myself, it’s just a power-outage, it's just a power-outage. Except deep down, I knew what was coming next. I waited, and listened for the sound of the door opening, but it seemed as if days went by before there was any activity. When the door finally opened, time seemed to freeze. Everything was happening slower and slower, making my anxiety levels increase drastically. When the scuttling ensued, it seemed to go up the wall to the ceiling. It was soon shown that what I heard was correct, for the storyteller was suddenly right above me. When he opened the book, the red light showed that he was capable of making a web-like substance, and he was using it to hang from the ceiling like a true spider. He sat there, with the book open, for what seemed like a lifetime, before he finally began to read.
“When you awake to the clock’s tics; you will hear from above you faint clicks.”
He closed the book, then dropped himself closer to me, and said, “soon child, soon.” And with that, he brought himself back to the ceiling, and scuttled back to the closet and closed the door. I immediately ran to my window to see if I was still in the void. But when I opened my curtains, I saw the familiar sight of the forest, with the stars and the moon shining down on it. It seemed that the storyteller had the power to isolate his victims in an endless void, severing them from the real world momentarily.
It was the very next day when I saw cop cars pulling up to my neighbor’s house. I immediately knew what happened and sat in a corner, trying not to cry. A dear friend of mine had been killed, bitten in half like the other children, with the pool of blood and 8 handprints surrounding the dark red liquid. And the face of the storyteller was drawn again, in perfect detail. This time however, there was a hole in the ceiling of the room, going to the attic of the house, but there was no sign of entry from the attic. His alarm clock was beeping when they found him, flashing the time it went off. 3:00 on the dot. I was so much in grief that I didn’t even go to school, all I did was sit around and feel sorry for myself.
I didn’t even get a full day to grieve. I was visited by him again that very night. I was lying in my bed, the same as I had done the entire day, when I saw the lights from under my closet door. I didn’t even move or try to fight it, I was utterly hopeless. The lights went out and although my adrenaline was rushing through my body, I couldn’t bring myself to even try to move. The closet door slammed open, causing me to jolt suddenly, and I was caught off guard by how forceful it felt. I waited for the scuttling, but it never came. There was the creaking of something jumping off of the floorboards and I felt the sensation of something slamming down onto my bed. Then I felt the storyteller scurrying up my bed towards me. He thrust his face towards mine, and the smell was so much worse as it rolled over me. It smelled as if the power was shut off in a morgue for a month, with all the bodies rotting, along with the bad breath of all the souls in hell thrust into my face. He was smiling, more than he usually would, as he opened the book. The light seemed darker, more vibrant, and for some reason I knew that the light meant something important. He stayed there for a few moments, watching me with that wide smile that showed all of his sharp, needle-like teeth. He finally began to read, but it only made the situation worse.
“ Satan gave responsibility to I, and I have made many more children cry;
The fears of children are hard do douse, when I am in the safety of their house“
He closed the book slowly, stayed there in the silence for many moments, then made sure his face was as close to mine as it could be before saying,
“Dear young child, the final day of reckoning is upon you, and everyone knows it to be true.“
Then he crawled off of the bed, and scuttled back to the closet before slamming the door shut. Unlike other times, I couldn’t figure out what this one meant. With all of the other visits, I was able to vaguely guess what would occur, just not when. The choice of words made this time so much more confusing, and I lay in bed, trying to figure out what it meant until morning.
As soon as I opened my bedroom door, I knew something was wrong. There was an air about the house that made my hair stick up on end. I walked towards my parents' door, and I smelled the scent of heavy amounts of iron. This caused me to run to my parents' room, and the smell only got stronger. When I opened their room door, I immediately began to vomit. Both of my parents were on the floor, bitten in half, as was the storyteller’s motif, and there was a trail of blood from their bodies to the closet, and just like the first time, there was a pool of blood on the wall, unmoving as if gravity didn’t apply to it. And surrounding the pool of blood were the 8 easily recognizable handprints. The writing above the pool of blood read, “Tell others about your experience, and you will wish you had an end as easy as your parents.” The investigators pulled me aside and asked me what the writing meant, but I had to deny that I knew anything. I was never accused of killing my parents, because there were cameras in the hallway next to both mine and my parents’ rooms, and neither of our doors opened that night. I was put into an orphanage, and adopted by a very loving family. I did further research on the storyteller, but there was no writing anywhere of anybody ever encountering it.
Well, that’s the story. I think 20 years is long enough for the storyteller to have forgotten about me, and it’s time that I get this story out there, to tell people about this being. Maybe somebody can find a way to kill this creature. Through all my research, I never discovered what I had done to trigger this motion of events, and there is nothing I can warn you from doing. But I gotta go, I’m starting to see a bright light from my closet door.

Long story short, I was having terrible side effects. Once I started taking them I couldn't get up in the morning without help anymore. It's like my body was paralysed. I vividly remember that day when my mom tried to wake me up for school. She was shaking me and calling my name. I could hear her but I couldn't react, it was terrifying. Eventually she pulled me out of bed and poured water in face. I'm not sure if that was the right thing to do in that situation but I don't blame her since she was in a panic herself by that point. I still feel bad for scaring her. After that experience I called my psychiatrist. Unsurprisingly I was told to stop taking the meds. Since then I am terrified of trying new ones. Antidepressants maybe but not schizophrenia meds. It's been over a year that I went unmedicated and I feel like even though I still have episodes they aren't worth the side effects I experienced. Please don't take this as me saying nobody should take their meds. This is just my own experience. I just wanted to vent about my fears.

My gf (28F) and I (32M) have been together for about 2.5 years, we took a trip to see each other recently. Shortly after our trip my mom (64F) was diagnosed with cancer. Last week things took a turn and my mom ended up in the hospital, I was exhausted physically and emotionally trying to support her and balance work at the same time. I did speak to my GF the night she was admitted and told her what was going on, she was supportive at that time.
She just got out of the hospital, this weekend my siblings and I moved her into my sister’s spare bedroom. I called my GF on Saturday morning but she was upset saying she would have preferred to speak later in the day. Of course this was not possible as I was expecting to be moving things and then helping my mom get setup and comfortable. I promised her we could talk at length on Sunday. I passed out around 8pm on my sister’s couch, feeling exhausted and just hurting over the situation in general. It’s tough to see how quickly my mom’s health has declined.
I woke up to a text from my GF saying she was very sad we could not talk in the evening. I wrote her back right away and said I was sorry I had so much going on but would love to talk also. I told her my plans for the day and said I would be free later as we had discussed. I also asked how she was feeling as she had recently come down with a cold.
I got no response. 7 hours later she texted saying it sucked I didn’t call and she thought we would talk today. I responded right away and told her I thought she must have been busy and that I was free to chat, and gave her a call. She texted back she was busy and would call in 30.
When she called, she was immediately upset that I “did not text her more.” This really confused me as she did not respond to what I said? I expressed that I felt this did not make sense, she became angry and started yelling saying that obviously I am less affected by our lack of conversation lately. I told her this was not true and really wanted to catch up, and asked her to do so with me. She accused me of minimizing her feelings. Said she wanted to hear me apologize for not communicating. I told her I was really hurting and could use her support, but she told me she was too hurt by what I had done to be there for me. It made my head spin. How was I to know she wanted me to text more while she said nothing? What sense does that make? How could she be this upset about that?
I talked to her for two hours. Near the end I wanted to cry, I had spent all day feeling awful about my family and whole life being turned upside down. She continued to refuse to talk to me about that when I would try and ask. Eventually I told her that I would need to take a break from speaking with her if I would need to fight her and this situation in my life, she told me she was certain I didn’t care about her feelings and hung up on me.
I don’t know what to do. Obviously I am in a rough state right now but I am failing to see how I deserved to be treated this way for not continuing to text her after she saw it and chose not to answer? Certainly she is allowed to feel like it sucks I have been communicating less but isn’t that somewhat understandable given the circumstance?
How do I communicate that this is unhealthy and I feel uncared for? I don’t understand why she was so upset when I was ready to talk and trying to give her the thing she was asking for.
TL;DR – My mom (64F) was diagnosed with cancer shortly after I (32M) saw my LDR gf (28F) of 2.5 years, she is upset that I have been spending so much time with my family and been less available to speak on the phone. Now she is angry that I did not continue to text her after she did not respond, going so far as to tell me for two hours that she was too upset to talk about what I am going through. Hung up on me when I communicated that I needed her support during this time. How am I to move anything forward with her when I feel so unsupported? Is there a way to tell her how this affects me and that I cannot fight her at the same time?

The crowd outside of the cafe seemed a dull lull compared to the chaos of the interior. Detective Rodriguez's approach calmed even that. Her face scanned the people who had been chatting away. "Newbies, at my crime scene?"
"They've been approved for exposure," said the Lieutenant behind her.
She didn't even turn to acknowledge her superior. "So we ARE dealing with something other."
A clothes pile lay on the floor. Women's clothes. The detective walked over and took a pencil from her pocket. She knelt down and lifted the clothing slightly with the eraser-end of her pencil. "What do we have?"
"The deceased is a vampire, approximately 700 years old," said the forensic anthropologist.
The detective gave an appreciative whistle. "The feds will have to be called then, who knows what she had her hands in." She let the clothing fall off her pencil as she stood up. "Assailant?"
"Human woman, uncertain if adult or minor. Refusing to answer questions without a lawyer."
"Holy water?"
The forensic chemist on the scene confirmed in a solemn voice, "Holy water."
"Shit, this just got really complicated really fast," muttered the detective. "How much does this human girl know?"
"Again, she won't talk without a lawyer," said one of the officers. "She should be back at the station by now."
"The Feds aren't going to like this. They're going to be all over our ass, and if we can't stonewall her lawyer for long enough, they're going to get even more pissed that we'll have to release her from custody." Detective Rodriguez mulled the situation over aloud. "I hate handing anything over to the Feds, but this case isn't going to be ours for long. I don't want her on the street if we can help it."
"Do you think she knew that she'll be able to get out of this?"
"I don't know," sighed Detective Rodriguez. "And that's the problem. I need to make an example of her, or somebody does, otherwise we might see more vampire killings."
"With the news that broke this morning, do you think it'll only be limited to vampires?" asked one of the new officers.
The detective sighed and rubbed her forehead. "You're right; I had tried to forget about that bombshell. No, we could see copycats emerging within the week." Detective Rodriguez sighed heavily. "Let's wrap this up fast, I have a girl to interrogate."

I have been dealing with Comcast for a few weeks now. I am building a new home and when I purchased the land I was told Comcast services the property. Well now I am a week away from completion and my address was deemed un-serviceable.
A technician came out and said he can’t connect us because we are just over 500 feet from the pedestal. They sent someone out to survey the property and since it’s 592 feet Comcast won’t service us.
I then finally spoke with people over customer service chat and they said Comcast would install internet for $4,415.00 and to save money I could self trench. This morning the construction department calls me and says it’s $10,000.00. What a joke.

Two weeks ago my coworkers and I never received our tip money from that day(Sunday March 12) that we worked. I have yet to receive my credit card tips (majority of my tip money) from my employer. We have our credit card tips go onto a money network card every morning at 3 am. When I inquired about this, my managers basically told me they don’t know what’s going on and it’s out of their hands. So later that night, we were shown an email sent by corporate saying there was an issue with the payment system and that our tips will be included on our next paycheck. Mind you, we had just got our paychecks that day. So 2 weeks until we were to see that money. 2 weeks have come and gone, my check did not have the tip money included. Again upon inquiring, management is telling us they don’t know and to wait and see what happens today. Not only that, but the store manager had the audacity to scream at two of my coworkers for asking about it. Even saying how he doesn’t understand, and condescendingly asking if we live pay check to pay check. Which I do right now especially since they’ve cut our hours almost in half since I first started while hiring 2 batches of new servers. I did call the department of labor. The lady was not very nice but she told me I would have to file a civil suit. Does anyone know what I can do in this situation? This is ridiculous. I can’t get over how my managers are acting so apathetic to the situation. Oh, I also called corporate but apparently I can only leave a voicemail and can expect a call back in 3-5 days. We’re talking at least $300 in tip money. Any advice would be appreciated.

Two weeks ago my coworkers and I never received our tip money from that day(Sunday March 12) that we worked. I have yet to receive my credit card tips (majority of my tip money) from my employer. We have our credit card tips go onto a money network card every morning at 3 am. When I inquired about this, my managers basically told me they don’t know what’s going on and it’s out of their hands. So later that night, we were shown an email sent by corporate saying there was an issue with the payment system and that our tips will be included on our next paycheck. Mind you, we had just got our paychecks that day. So 2 weeks until we were to see that money. 2 weeks have come and gone, my check did not have the tip money included. Again upon inquiring, management is telling us they don’t know and to wait and see what happens today. Not only that, but the store manager had the audacity to scream at two of my coworkers for asking about it. Even saying how he doesn’t understand, and condescendingly asking if we live pay check to pay check. Which I do right now especially since they’ve cut our hours almost in half since I first started while hiring 2 batches of new servers. I did call the department of labor. The lady was not very nice but she told me I would have to file a civil suit. Does anyone know what I can do in this situation? This is ridiculous. I can’t get over how my managers are acting so apathetic to the situation. Oh, I also called corporate but apparently I can only leave a voicemail and can expect a call back in 3-5 days. We’re talking at least $300 in tip money. Any advice would be appreciated.

I love him. I love a lobster. His name is "Colonel Clawson", but I usually just call him "Colonel" or "Clawy". I got him a humidifier and keep my apartment cold so I can let him walk around for awhile without it being uncomfortable for him. I give him treats. I pick him up then I put him down and he looks at me. And this morning I really realized how much I do love him. I commented on some posts today and just found reasons to bring him up. I nearly started crying out of happiness that I could brag to internet strangers about such a great friend. He got me out of a dark place somehow. I'd want to give up then I'd see him in his habitat looking at me and always feel better that he was just there when nobody else was. I swear he knew something was wrong and would always just try to be there for me. It's ridiculous and nobody ever believes it until they see me with him. He doesn't claw me... Ever. Not once in two years. And when I let him walk around he walks towards me. I wish I could let him stay out longer, but he needs water. I used to to think maybe I should've gotten a dog instead so I could play with them and cuddle them or whatever. But the way his little beady eyes look at me just melts me and now I know I made the right choice when I brought him home. Thank you Colonel Clawson. You saved my life and I'll never be able to repay that to you, but I'll try anyways. I love you.

My partner's Dr. was taking new patients, so I decided to see if I could get diagnosed and get meds after realizing what I had roughly a year ago. The doc listened and prescribed Strattera, wanted to start me on a non-stimulant. 25mg/day for the 1st week, 50 after.
I had a pretty negative reaction to it, was prone to overstimulation and agitation. Was able to do some chores, but my roommates and partner hated the way I was acting, and I hated the way everything was irritating.
I missed a dose one morning and everyone commented how easygoing I was. I mentioned the missed dose, they recommended I quit. I tried calling my doctor to schedule a closer follow up appointment, but he isnt with the service anymore and I dont have a way to contact him. Yes I know this falls under patient abandonment, but the actual damages is minimal. I did stop the meds after researching if it was safe to do so, as the cost outweighed the benefit
My question is: since he prescribed meds for ADHD, does that mean I'm actually diagnosed? The paperwork states it was the reason for the prescription. Thanks for reading.

I know what I did was best for me, but I was imprinted with "doing the right thing" and my job will fall on others to finish and that stresses me further. So I am asking for some healing, peaceful vibes to be sent to the universe. More details below:
I've been with this company less than two years. Big company. Huge . Got a significant promotion to a job that seemed ideal. I have the knowledge and skills necessary. I have experience needed . What i don't have is ESP. Approve payroll? Time off? Review applicants to interview? Send client data to 3 different places? Call high need clients? There are high need clients? What hours and days do I work? Btw, the person in this job before you didn't do the job for the previous 4 months, and it is all date specific and needs to be done in addition to the present tasks plus finishing up your previous job. Would have been nice to know going in, but, the boss doesn't know what to tell me to do. Neither does anyone else Clueless. Just smiles and makes jokes. A pretty face- imagine a salesperson in a director position. Just don't do it and then you'll find out it's your job. And it was due yesterday.
I've been working weekends, evenings, and it still isn't enough. Chest pains, head aches, IBS, sleepless nights -maybe i need to do something differently. Took time off, and was slammed by a colleague that i didnt have my computer with me. .on. my.days. off. A contractor has been conversing with my boss and the boss's boss about me and something i didnt do . Not to me, mind you, but to my boss who knows absolutely nothing about ny job.
I woke up for the umpteenth time this morning at 2 a.m. stressing about work- about things i can and things i can't control. That decided it . Sent my boss my resignation letter this morning and am watching tv today. My mental health is more important than any paperwork or meeting.
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