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2023.06.10 19:47 Rusted-1 Stronger Together 15

That last chapter was so sweet, ahhhhh, it’s nice to see the two have such a good relationship. Well let’s move on to a more suspicious chapter shall we? This is quite the big chapter so strap in, get a nice drink or snack and get comfortable. This fanfic is based off the fanfic The isolationists, by Seeyouon_otherside. Another thank you to Demon_Deity for allowing me to make another reference to his series marred migration.
Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Memory Transcript Subject: Armanne, Zeyzell toddler.
Yay! Objects! “Squeak!” I was playing with the orange cubes that daddy got me! They are very fun! Stack them. Make them into shapes! Fun fun fun! I was making a grand tower, like the one back on the white covered home we lived on. Before we went to the stars!
*thudding noises*
Aww, they fell over.
I put them back up when I see red-eyed brother in the vents! Hello- aw he’s gone. The door opened. Oh! Daddy and mommy! They brought in my fishy brother, since that’s what daddy calls him, into our room! He’s asleep. He has a blanket around him. What happened?
I tilted my head in confusion. “Squeak?”
“Hey there Armanne! How’s my best juggler!” Yay mommy!
“Squeak! Squee!”
“Aw that’s a good girl! Are you playing with the blocks that daddy got you?”
Yes I am! They are very fun! “Squeak!”
“That’s a good girl…hey Alvaro?” I looked over to daddy as he was putting wet brother into his bed.
“Yeah sweetheart?”
“Do you think it’s a good idea to bring Armanne onto the station?” Station? What station? I look to daddy for answers.
“Hmmmmm, no, not yet.”
What? Hey, I want to go! “Squeak! Squee sqeuuu!”
Dad looks at me again. “Sorry my little juggler, you're not ready yet. Nor is it clean enough yet.”
Hmph! We’ll see about that! Oh there leaving! Not without me! Quickly! After them!
I crawl as fast as I can! They have longer legs! Faster! Yes I’m gaining! Faster! Faster! Oh there stopping! Hide!
We’re through? There! The box. Oh hey it’s comfy in here! Lots of blankets, no don’t fall asleep now, but…I’m so tired from crawling, no don’t fall asleep …don’t…doooo….
[Significant time pass detected, jumping to next conscious moment.]
Ahhhh! That was a nice nap! We’re am I? Hey, the top is closed. Oh! Voices?”
“…yeah this is our area to clean…it’s a mess, protector help me I don’t wanna meet the thing that did this.
“Well you're gonna, he’s in command of this station.”
“What?! Oh that’s great. What is he?”
“Some sort of cyborg Velil.”
“Like a deathwatch guard?”
“Noooo, much more scary.”
“Wonderful, let me grab the cleaning rags. Wow, that’s a long way down. How far do you think?”
“Dunno, deep. When we get this place cleaned up I call dibs on the room with the comfortable bed.
“They all have comfortable beds, dumbass, this place was built for, well an invasion of a galaxy. The Feds would need a place to relax and hang the heads of our kits.”
“Yeah, man am I ever glad we’re getting out of that crazy place of a galaxy, dang the zippers stuck.”
Oh! Someone is opening the top! It opens! I pop out to say hello.
Oh! I’m falling? Why am I falling? Wow…that’s deep…uh oh. Back into the bag-OFF! OW OW OW!
*thudding noises*
Ow…that hurt! Where is daddy? Mommy?
I look up, wow I fell a long way down. Good thing the bag cushioned my fall! We’re am I? It's weird down here.
I crawl around to see if I can find anything. Maybe down this hall? Oh hey there’s someone here! Why are they lying against the wall?
I crawl over to them. Wow they smell really bad…I don’t like that smell. It smells bad…are you ok?
I touch them, ewwww, they're all slimy, why do they have feathers? Did my paw just go through his arm? Are you ok…
“S-s-squeak?” Why are they leaning over like that? They're sliding down against the wall. Oh no, they're going to hit their head on the ground! Don’t worry I can…
D-d-d-did their head…j-j-just fall off? It’s rolling towards me…it-it has no eyes. What’s in its mouth? Is that a worm? What’s a worm…
*Hissing noise*
Run away! Get away! Mommy daddy! Help me I don’t wanna be here! Help anyone. I pass by more people slumped against the walls!
*bang* what did I slip…?
No no this is a nightmare! They're dead!? Is this what being dead looks like! I don’t wanna die! Mommy! Daddy! Anyone. A room! Get into it! I dive into it and…there’s someone in here? Who is that? They are very big, they have metal all over their body. Wow! It has a screen coming out of his stomach that’s glowing orange, but I can’t see their face, hey there talking.
“…the human and Zeyzell are very important to my plans for my children. You know this.”
Uh oh, I walked into a conversation again! Whoops! Daddy doesn't like it when I do that. I move very fast behind a box thing.
“Yes I do.”
“You also know my children desire…no, crave to no longer be alone in this galaxy. The Humans and Zeyzell are fundamental, no, Vital for my children’s future. Mainly the Humans with their unique abilities to pack bond. Also since my children can pack bond, they will amplify each other's pack bonding ten fold creating unbreakable bonds. The Zeyzell are also changing. Even when exposed to a single human I have observed much change in them. They no longer shy away from xeno like foods, activities, or media and entertainment. They embrace and enjoy it.”
Wow, whoever is talking from that screen has a very odd voice. Loud and powerful. Yet…more? I dunno. Maybe daddy or mommy might know?
“Yeah, I know that effect very well. You couldn’t have picked a better species to bring to your children. They’ll get along VERY well. AHAHAHA!!” Wow he laughs weirdly.
“Yes indeed. The Zeyzell are no longer the Zeyzell they think they are. They are open to new species. They no longer use the term Xeno. This is all from the effect of only one Human, imagine what the Zeyzell will become when they are met with over twenty thousand!”
“Really?! You know we’re more are?! All the way out here?! Wait…do you mean…”
“Yes, I have located two ARK ships, ARK’s eight and twelve. Each has a population of over ten thousand. They have been wandering the stars for a while now. Searching for a home. I intend to give them, and the Zeyzell that have arrived at your station, a home. A place they can not only survive in, but thrive, a place to nurture and protect.”
“That’s a lot of humans! I’m all for it but can your children handle a population that big?
“Yes, I’ve been sending them more raw materials than normal, they will have more than enough. A lot of their planet is still wilderness so colonization shouldn’t be a problem. The surface area is also much larger than earths. Although I’m worried about the fragility of the humans on my children’s planet, the planet has much higher gravity then there earth, among other things. “
“Yeah, humans can be pretty tough, but they're still one of the most fragile and vulnerable species I have ever encountered. Like a child in a giant war suit. They may appear scary and intimidating, however all they wanted was to be loved, to be held and told, welcome to the greater galaxy, yet they got near genocide.”
“Yes it is despicable what happened to them, no species that kind and caring should have that happen to them. Protect the Humans and the Zeyzell, please. They are not the last of their kind, but I fear for them. I can’t bear to see anymore of their kind killed simply because of the way they look and what they eat. It breaks my heart. On this note however, I must also now keep a much closer eye on the Tesh and Wurnta. Since my discovery of them after their societal collapse I saw born survivors. However now they are threatened by a Sivkit herd that crash landed on their planet and I’m uncertain if they can survive a hatred so potent as these federation fanatics.”
“Ah, these two species again! You discovered them on one of your wanderings, yes?”
“Indeed, I remember it like it was yesterday. I passed by a planet of ice and snow, that I sensed once had a great life, imagine my surprise when I bumped into an artificial satellite. It was old, very old. It was ready to burn up in the atmosphere. My presence was obscured by the raging snow storms on their world so they did not see me. So I took a look at them. They are so full of promise these two are, working together to survive a harsh and dangerous environment. Many died and many lived. Now I see that their civilization is back. They are recovering from the collapse of their first civilization. Now however they face a danger that they have never faced before. Pure hatred, by an enemy who is pure evil to them. This Sivkit herd wishes for their extinction, their only crime? Their existence. To the Sivkits that is enough for extermination, and that makes my core BOIL. The two species are linked on a deep level for surviving on a planet together for so long. Something I’m hoping that my children will achieve with the Humans and Zeyzell.
“Yes it is. I do believe that my children and the Humans would find them…very cute.”
The metal man looked surprised. “Cuter than…me?”
“Mmmmm, possibly.”
The belly screen changed color but I still couldn’t see anything on it. The metal man’s hands went up to his face.
“AHHHH! THERE ADORABLE! I JUST WANNA HUG AND SQUEEZE THEM AND-!” The metal man dropped their hands to their hips. “Hmph! Guess I do have some competition. Anyway, I will do everything in my power to protect the Humans and Zeyzell, my lord. For I am your disciple.”
“Oh for- don’t say that! Or call me that! We’re friends Hazard!”
“HAHAHAHAHH! I know! I just like to get under your metal!
“Ohhhh, sometimes I swear…alright I’ll leave you to it, please don’t die too quickly. I can only bring you back so fast!”
Hehehehhe! Yeah yeah! I know! Have a good day!”
“You too Hazard, you too.”
The screen went dark and it went back into his belly, he turned around and…
“Why hello there little one? Where did you come from?”
He’s huge! Bigger than daddy, I thought no one was bigger than daddy, he looks really scary. Where is his mouth? Why is his eye like that?
“Aw you poor thing.” He bent down and I shifted away. “Hey hey don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you! I’m a friend! AH, what would Alvaro do?"
He’s a friend of daddy? I perked my ears up.
“Ah you know that name? You must be one of his kits! Great to meet you!”
He very gently picked me up. Then put me in his lap. I look over at the wall and I hear a faint sound. It sounds like…why is that person being ground up in that device?!?
“What? Are you-OH, I’m sorry you're too young to see something like that! He’s um, dead so I’m turning him into, uhhhhhh, fertilizer!
Is that what happens to us once we…die? “Ssss-sss-queak?”
“Oh sorry, uh your too young for that, oh I have just the thing!
He opened his chest and turned around, so I couldn't see the person anymore…oh! A plushie! Yay!
“That belonged to someone close to me. However the plushie seems to like you too. I’ll let you take care of him for now? Ok?”
Yay! Of course! “Squeak!”
“Glad you like him! I’ll turn on my heaters and get you a blanket. Better?
Hmmmmm, warm! “Squeak!”
“Glad you like my lap heaters! Built them just for this! I have an idea, I’ll tell you a story. Do you like stories?”
Yes, yes I do! “Squeak!”
“Alright let’s see…got one! This story is about a unique Venlil who was turned into a being of rage, but caring for others at the same time…I’m gonna need to work on that title. well lets get started”
The metal man clasped his hands and made a beep noise with his speaker mouth thing.
“Not too long ago on a planet called Venlil prime, a unique Venlil was born. He had odd thinking, horns, and sharper then normal teeth!”
Sharp teeth? Doesn’t everyone have those? Even daddy has some.
“Now this Venlil was strange from the beginning, he would use his sharp teeth to eat hard and tough plant foods. He would use have to hid his horns, but when he didn't he would put stuff on them, like flashlights, lights, small flags and other Knick knacks. You know what Knick knacks are right?”
I didn’t but I nodded my head yes so he would continue with the story. I love stories!
OK then! Now these oddities on him got him many odd looks. His parents however used their influence to keep the bad people away. With their tubes of fire, their suits of foil, and their tanks of flames. He would spend much of his younger years alone, but alive. Then he started school. He was shunned and bullied by all his peers, casting him out of anything they did together.”
Hey that’s mean! “SQEUAK!” I stamp my legs in protest.
“Hehe, indeed! It was very mean! They would call him names, horrible names!” His metal skin moved around. Up and down…cooool.
“He never liked his own kind much, always preferring to be around the Yotul. As they were very nice, and never judged you at first glance. They were oh so kind and very sweet. They became fast friends. This is when he developed his curiosity with technology! Always testing and building something new to show his friends! They would play and sing, and use the things the Venlil built. They would look to him for help and he would look to them for friendship. One day the little Venlil was walking on the dark side of the planet. He would walk there often. Then one day he came across a dead bird. That had been EATEN!”
Huh? We eat meat all the time. What’s so strange about that?I gave him a very confused look.
“Oh right uh you eat meat. Anyway, this was very unusual. What was more unusual was this young Venlil was not scared, he was curious! He followed the trial the creature had left behind and found an injured night hound, at least that’s what he called them. These would roam the night, hunting for anyone out in the dark side of Venlil prime. The night hound had been caught in an exterminator trap. The night hound was starving because it had had no food for a long time. So, the Venlil walked back to the dead bird and brought it back to the night hound. And feed it. The night hound was very grateful! It yelled in delight and happiness. The Venlil felt happy that he had saved a life, freeing the night hound from the trap it bounded away! The next day, the Venlil went through his daily routine, wake up, hugged his loving parents, go to school, get harrassed and bullied, meet up with his Yotul friends, and walk home by the woods. Then the same night hound appeared! The two became fast friends! Spending much time together! The two were inseparable! He would show the night hound his amazing inventions! It was a very happy time…”
Why did he look so sad?
“Then the bad people came. They had heard about the strange Venlil boy, they wanted to meet him, and so they did. They followed him home one day, and tried to kidnap him! The Venlil boy screamed in fear! Then the night hound tried to rescue him, but he was no match for the tanks of fire. Then…the night hound was no more…the boy cried and wailed, the bad people laughed and laughed at the boy. They take him and he never sees his parents again…he’s taken to a strange place. A place he did not like. They did things to the boy, cried about how the boy was the worse case of predator disease…They kept him there for many years, transforming the boy, taking his teeth, his horns, his…life. After they added things, they added…metal.”
His hand formed a fist, wait? How does he and the boy both have metal skin? Maybe they can be friends!
“Then, the Arxur came. They took everyone, even the boy. They brought them to an even more horrible place. A place of misery and pain. A place where the boy was hunted for sport. The boy was very injured on one of those hunts. He was going away to the other side. Then someone saved him. A powerful being, a chaotic being. It made a deal with him. Take revenge on the Arxur and the Federation, and he shall never truly die. The boy agreed, eager to take revenge against them. So when the Arxur were preparing to eat him, he LEAPED UP! Then the hunters became the hunted. When the boy took many Arxur lives, they trapped him and put him in a dark cold place. There was no light and little food. The boy however hung in with the fire of revenge. Then the humans came, his angels, he saw them for the amazing things they were. True people! Ones who would care about you. He traveled with them, then the powerful being came back in a dream and gave the boy new orders. Protect the humans, and so the boy did, and does, to this very day.”
Wow! That was an amazing story! “Squeak squeak!” I clap my paws together.
“Thank you thank you! Now let’s call your parents…wait…I forgot to call them!” He then put his hand up to his ear. “He Alvaro? Yeah I know she’s lost. How? Because she’s on my lap! Yeah I’ll come up. I’ll be there as fast as possible! Bye! Alright, time to see your dad again my little listener! I probably need to work on my sorry telling, not that age appropriate.”
I did not care I liked it! “Squeak!”
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2023.06.10 19:47 weirdturtle_ AITA for being the other woman.

Ok this is a long story that lasts about 4 years, but I promise it’s a weird one and I’m going to leave out a bunch and try to tell the most important details to make it as short as possible. At the time I was 18 and had met a guy my freshman year of college, he was sweet, we got drunk and hooked up. Mind you I wasn’t the only girl this year he had slept with, he was with a lot of girls before we met and I even found out there was another one at the same time as me. We started hanging out more and it was fun, we became really close and had a fun friend group, then it came out he was in an “open” relationship with a girl in his home town still in high school. He told all of us he tried breaking up with her multiple times but she would threaten to harm herself if he ever did. They ended up actually breaking up towards the end of the school year and after that we continued to hang out, he and another friend even came to visit me that summer in my home town and meet my family. Then the next school year guess who decided to show up and go to college at the same university… the ex. He gets up one morning and says he has to do some errands, so I let him borrow my car so that I could continue laying in bed, about an hour later I get a notification he’s coming back with the ex and I needed to leave his bed(mind you he is in MY CAR). So I am pissed, they get back together we stop anything that was happening between us, I end up forgiving him overtime blah blah we hang out as friends time goes on. The ex always hated me because I was a girl and she didn’t want him to have any girl friends, she was horrible and toxic, and lost any friends she ever made and was always in drama… should have been a red flag I would think. Eventually one of the girls I know decided to tell her we had a thing our entire freshman year, and through the summer. She flips out says he has to drop all his friends blocks me on everything from his phone and I know nothing about what’s happening. She ends up texting me saying she has forced him to break contact with me for the time begging so they can heal their relationship. All I know is he has become my best friend and I had no one to surf with and do my normal routine with, it really hurt me and I was in a bad place for a while. This whole time she would message me saying I was a whore, had no morals, and spread countless rumors about me. After doing all this she then makes him stay home from all the Halloween parties, and wouldn’t let him see friends on his birthday which was right after, but he was too deeply in love at this point to notice anything. He lost all of his friends in the end anyway for how he played me and her in the situation. After his favorite time of year is over and she made it miserable for him she broke up with him in the morning and told him to never speak to her again. He then texts me, and asks to surf. I was still really angry at this point but I just missed my best friend and was in a really bad spot mentally so I agreed. This is when I found out they had broke up, and that’s the only reason he had wanted to hang out again. I was hurt because I had deeply fallen for him and he had lied and broken my heart multiple times, then to find out the only reason he was wanting to see me was being she broke up with him and he had no one. He is my kryptonite I can’t help it so we became close again, still not hooking up or anything just friends. She ends up texting him after and playing with him, having him come over to hook up convincing him they have a chance to get back together. One night she texts him saying she took a bunch of pills trying to OD, he runs over there worried she’s not ok and it ends up she took two migraine meds which is not an OD. They hooked up again that night and after she told everyone he took advantage of her because she was in an intoxicated state from too many pills… like what??? You took two migraine meds?? So at this point he is over it and at home all the time sad over this chick. Well she joined my sorority, and at a sisterhood event she walks up to me point blank and says “I heard you hit it raw I need to know if you have anything”. Like I’m sorry what??? Not the time or the place, not ok. Then she proceeds to yell at me for being horrible and tells the whole story of how they were never in an open relationship, they never broke up besides for about a week or two at the end of summer, and turns out he had been actually cheating on her with me the entire time, including over the summer when he had said they broke up. I was pissed, he lied the entire time, we didn’t talk for a few months because I never knew I had actually helped him truly cheat, but this gave him time to grow. It came out that the ex had slept with his best friend at home while he was at college anyway that year, the ex continued bad talking me to everyone, she then started sleeping around campus, and overall just exactly what I would expect from her. Eventually I forgave him, we became friends again, and he definitely starting growing for the better. At the beginning of the year he had let her borrow his mini fridge and coffee pot in the dorms so he texted her to say he needed them and asked if he could pick them up because she decided to leave after the semester, the only reason she came was to chase him, why would she stay. She ends up spraying whatever food she had all over the inside of the fridge, letting it sit and get all moldy and disgusting, then chucked it outside of her dorm and told him to come get it. Last I heard she moved home to her toxic family, and is doing nothing with her life as he was her entire life. I hate this girl with a burning passion, and she is a nut case for many instances I haven’t shared on here, but at the same time I feel for her and understand what it’s like to be cheated on… but she also cheated on him at the same time. Now almost two years later the guy has done a lot of self growth and has actually become an amazing person, he treats me well, and is very faithful after finding out what it feels to be heartbroken and betrayed by his best friend from when he slept with the ex. We are now together, and he really makes me happy, but I have this constant feeling over my head that I am a horrible person for ending up with him. The whole thing made me question everything about me, and I feel horrible for helping him cheat but I never knew I was, she was states away and he was a good liar. She made my life miserable for a year, and I never understood why she was so horrible to me until it all came out. So overall I’m just wondering, am I the asshole in this situation? Was it all my fault?
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2023.06.10 19:43 ThisIsBenSilver Using Webview instead of a browser

Hi all!
I have a script to automatically sign into the OED
I just wanted to be able to quickly kick it off, but Shortcuts won’t let me present the configured webview, so I have to use “Run In App”
That’s fine… but when it’s run within Scriptable the window only has “close” and “share” as options
I want to be able to use it like a brower page, with forward and back buttons. Is that possible?
The script also crashes as soon as it runs like 1/3 of the time and I don’t know how to fix that
``` let libcard = args.shortcutParameter;
if (libcard == null){ var myIn = new Alert(); myIn.title = "library Card Number:"; myIn.addTextField(""); myIn.addAction("Okay!"); await myIn.presentAlert(); libcard = myIn.textFieldValue(0); }
let url = "https://oed.com/loginpage"; let wv = new WebView();// await wv.loadURL(url);// wv.present(true); await wv.evaluateJavaScript("document.getElementById(\"libLoginCard\").value = \"" + libcard + "\"; document.getElementById(\"libLoginBtn\").click(); "); await wv.present(true); ```
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2023.06.10 19:43 vardhan_harsh [Request for recent M15 Grads] Profile Review - PM / 30

Hi Everyone! I want to know about my chances and your thoughts on my goals.
Post MBA Goals:
How realistic are the goals? What would you suggest?
PS - Please do NOT suggest internal transfer to the US. Would have already done that if it was an option.
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2023.06.10 19:42 scarlettohara1936 Where does Gen X stand on LGBT people and issues?

I remember going to high school with a couple of kids that were obviously gay or lesbian and although they were not dating anyone, I don't remember anyone giving them a hard time about it. I don't feel as though we are as closed minded about this as the Boomer generation but I feel we may be a little more conservative than millennials or Gen z.
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2023.06.10 19:39 Astronomical_loser AITA for wanting to wear my hair curly?

I’m an early high schooler and a black girl who has been wearing her hair straight for as long as I can remember, thanks to my mom’s insistence. Recently, I’ve become curious about what my natural hair can do and want to embrace my curls. However, my mom is resistant to the idea, citing reasons like my hair texture not being suitable, potential shrinkage, and my sister’s past hair damage from going natural. She believes it’s too late for me and suggests I’d have to shave my head to start over.
I disagree with my mom’s reasoning. Currently, my hair is growing at an extremely slow rate and struggling to retain length throughout the school year. My mom attributes this to me not leaving my hair alone and having dry ends. But when I apply grease to moisturize, she criticizes how it looks and feels. Even when I let my hair down during a blowout, she insists on putting it up, claiming it’s just a phase.
It’s confusing and frustrating because my mom never acknowledges that the regular heat styling she uses on my hair could be a contributing factor. I’m almost certain it is. The front sections of my hair are heat damaged and practically fried, yet she continues to straighten and curl my bangs against my wishes. Sometimes she opts for blow-drying instead, even though she has never taught me how to style it that way, leaving me feeling lost.
At the end of the school year, my hair is stuck in a state of limbo. I’ve been experimenting with different styles, including low buns, ponytails, and attempts at a braid-out. A few days ago, my mom called me into her room for a conversation that turned into a half-hour session of her berating me about my hair. She claimed it wasn’t retaining length and insisted that I needed to move it around more, contradicting her previous advice to leave it alone.
During our argument, I explained to her that I wanted to wear my hair in its natural state. I expressed how much I disliked having it straight and feeling like I had no control over my own hair. However, she firmly maintained that I couldn’t wear it that way, repeating the earlier reasons with frustration and claiming it’s simply not in my genes.
To my relief, my sister backed me up, expressing her disagreement with our mom. She pointed out that heat styling has always been the norm for us, and we never had the chance to embrace our natural curls. In response, my mom suggested blow-drying and using straws if we wanted curly hair so badly. Feeling exasperated, I sighed, and my sister said we shouldn’t have to go to such lengths. My mom dismissively said she was going to bed, closed her eyes, and waited for us to leave.
Leaving the room, I felt angry and annoyed at my mom’s unwillingness to understand. All I want is for my hair to be healthy. Am i advocating for myself? or just being a stubborn teenagers?
(i asked ch at gpt to revise this to be shorter, that’s why it’s written like a british scholar lol)
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2023.06.10 19:37 fooddiefirst Pole dancing scratches that itch

In case it helps anyone out there, I have finally found something that personally scratches that itch when my partner has no desire for months at a time. Pole dancing classes (pole work, floor work, chair dance etc) give me a channel for sexual expression that is completely independent from my partner. It feels so good to feel sexy, strong and fierce on my own terms, and look in the mirror in the pole studio and "want myself". I've been going almost every day, and if I miss a day, feel that "urge" coming on. But I know I can always schedule my next class in my workout app, and know exactly the next time I'll get my fix. It helps so much with regaining my sexuality, feeling some sexual fulfillment, and regaining some control in the relationship. Usually the low desire partner controls the relationship, but now I can control whether or not I'm getting turned on when my partner tries to cuddle with me (just to completely ignore me if I try to get more passionate) ! We tried sex therapy together for 2 years, and while it improved our relationship, it didn't make a dent in our sex life. I kept wishing for some tea or pill to kill my libido, because masturbation just didn't scratch that itch for me. I'm so grateful to have discovered pole dancing so I can finally feel some relief and release, and no longer put any sexual pressure on our relationship. I'm hoping one day he might want to have more sex, but until then I feel somewhat confident that the pole will finally be enough. This post is not an invitation for DMs, but I'm hoping to help some women (or possibly men can pole dance too) stuck in the same boat as me. Hope y'all find some relief.
More context: My partner and I have been together for close to 12 years. We had a great sex life for the first year, and then our frequency died down to once every 1 or 2 months. We were both students at the time and realized he had trouble feeling desire when he was stressed, which was the norm througout his undergrad and grad school years. I had maintained the same level of desire as at the beginning of the relationship, but he would decline when I tried to initiate sex, or pretend like he didn't know I was initiating. Finally 9 years into the relationship he got to a point where he was no longer stressed out regularly, but our sex life still didn't improve. With a lot of persuasion, he finally agreed for us to go sex therapy. It helped the relationship a lot, but not the sex life. Was at wits end because I didn't want to cheat or break up, and I couldn't find any medical interventions to help me, so pole dancing is a revelation and a god-send!
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2023.06.10 19:34 sad_bleep What colleges do you think I would be a qualified applicant for?

I already know I'm going to apply to Princeton, Columbia, and Yale, even if it's unrealistic, simply because I'll regret never knowing if I could have gotten into my dream school. That being said, I'm still waffling about what other colleges I want to submit an application to, especially since the fees are so high.
Desired Major: Art, and currently interested in language for a minor
GPA: 3.95, both weighted and unweighted. And no, I didn't take any AP courses, which is by far the weakest point of my application and freaking me out badly. I had specific reasons for this, but still.
Highest SAT: 1580 (haven't taken the ACT yet, or any subject tests)
Ext. Activities: Won an international art competition (lengthy interview, work featured in magazine and NY exhibit), currently working as a concept artist for a highly recognizable company, won top prizes at state fair, founded a non-profit (fairly large number of participants / raised 20K+), Vice President of the National Honor Society, 100+ hours of volunteer work for the TNR feral cat program, and a member of Art/German clubs at school. There's some more stuff, but this is pretty much the gist.
Edit: I'm also working on getting some pieces into the Guggenheim. Nothing's guaranteed at the moment, but that would probably look good if it did happen.
LOR and Essays: So my essay is only a draft right now, but I'm confident I can make it memorable (partially because I kind of have to, if I want any chance of getting into a reach or match). I've always been really close with a lot of my teachers, too, so I'm not worried about the letters of recommendation. The letter from my counselor probably won't be as strong, but I certainly don't think she would write anything unflattering.
Optional Arts Supplement: Will be submitting one, and I'm hoping it'll work in my favor, not against me.
Current In-State Options: UNC of Chapel Hill, Davidson, and Lenior-Rhyne. Also, I have no problem with going out-of-state, but would preferably like to stay near the East Coast (especially somewhere North, since I just moved from the South in September and don't want to go back lol).
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Thank you in advance, and apologies for this being so long by the way.
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2023.06.10 19:34 Shaywave08 How do I get my dog to stop barking at me?

He's a 17mo old standard poodle. I've had him just shy of two weeks. He was rehomed to us by a friend of my kid. So my kid knows this dog and already had a bond with him. (He was loved and well taken care of in his piror home).
A few examples:
I'm on the phone and my kid is watching TV. Dog comes up to me and sits next to me and starts barking at me. Son notices and calls dog to him and dog keeps barking at me. My kid grabs a ball and calls for dog, dog continues barking at me. My kid throws the ball across the room and says dogs name and finally he stops barking at me and engages in playtime with my kid.
This morning I drive to the park (about 5 minutes) and I take dog for a 40 minute walk. Back in car for 5 minute ride back home. Once back home I throw the ball around with him when he lets me grab it, he loves to grab it first most of the time, so i grab it when i can and we continue this for about 10 minutes. Then I decide to drink my coffee and watch the news. I grab his yak stick (he has shown on and off interest in this) and hand it to him. He takes it, puts it down and walks over to me, sits right next to me, stares in my face, and barks. So I think, oh I haven't filled his food bowl. I go and do that and then I'm standing at the fridge getting water to pour into his water bowl and he comes up to me and starts barking at me. I ignore and pour his water. I go sit back down and he's right there barking at me. I go and get one of his frozen treat toys (similar to the kong but shaped different). It's filled with PB, greek yogurt, and pumpkin. He takes it and goes to work on it for about 20 minutes and then he's right back next to me barking. I try petting him and talking to him, rubbing him down, telling him he's a good boy, etc. When I do this he will scoot back to where I can't reach him and continue to bark. After that he will get close to me again while barking and put his paw on my lap. So I get up, walk into the kitchen and start unloading my dishwasher. He wanders off for a minute, and then lays down by front door. I finish the dishwasher and then go back to sit down in living room and he follows me and starts barking at me. He brings me his stuffed squeaky toy. We play tug of war with it for a bit and then I throw it, he retrieves it a few times and then the last time i throw it he just looks at it, then looks at me and starts barking at me again. I think maybe he wants to go out back so I open the door, he wonders around the deck for a few seconds and then comes back in. Barks at me again. I get up and give him his dental chewy. He takes it and works on that for about 15 minutes. He comes up to me after and barks at me. I get up and start moving around, doing busy work so he goes and lays next to the door and starts napping. Continues to nap for about an hour until my kid comes down and he jumps up out of his sleep. This whole process of him barking at me and me trying to drink my coffee and watch the news was about 1.5 hours. I know poodles need a lot of enrichment and exercise, but it seems like if he's not actively engaging in some activity he's barking at me. Don't dogs ever just chill and hang out? He's a great dog and we all love him, but his barking at me is starting to stress me out.
On school mornings I get up in the monring and I give him lots of hellos, petting, talking to him, etc. We go out back immediately so he can potty. Sometimes I have to use the bathroom real quick before I take him out back, he sits at the bathroom door and barks at me. We go out back and I'll throw the ball around to him, he'll go potty. This is usually 20 minutes. Often he'll come up to me and bark, which I guess means he wants to come back in. So we do. Then he will follow me to my kids room to wake him up for school. As I'm waking my kid, dog is looking at me and barking. We come back downstairs. I have about 20 minutes before my kid is ready to leave for school. I always take dog with me for the car ride and then we immediately take a walk before we come back in the house. I sit down at my computer and the dog is immediately barking at me. I try petting him and talking to him, he backs up so i cant reach him and continues barking at me. I try to ignore, he keeps barking. I get up and move around and he follows me around. I try to sit again to check some emails and he's back barking at me and putting his paw on me. So the entire 20 minutes before we leave to take kid to school he's barking at me and I'm trying to distrat him somehow. This is not what I imagined life with a dog to be like.
It's not a deep scary bark but it's high-pitched. And his eyes are very human like and he just stares at me and barks and sometimes does a low growl (not the scary sounding growl when he sees someone outside). But still, it's unnerving and stressing me out to have my dog barking at me every day. My kids are great at taking him outside and playing with him, taking him for car rides, etc. He's in and out of the house several times a day (we have a fenced in backyard). But he still barks at me if he's not sleeping or doing somehing with someone. I'm a first time dog owner so I'm really not sure how to handle this. He'll ignore everyone else in the household and come and bark at me. He also follows me around like a shadow. Every move I make he is right by my side. I don't mind that, but I'd really like to nip this barking at me thing. Has anyone btdt? What has worked for you?
He has toys, balls, stuffed animals, tug of war toys, puzzle feeder (that he can do in minutes), a snuffle mat, kong, etc. This morning I gave him his yak stick (which he did not chew on), his frozen treat, and his dental chew, all before 11am, just to get him to stop barking at me.
Please, someone help!
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2023.06.10 19:32 TheWatcher657 Why Alexee Will Be and Should Be Found Not Guilty. Case Analysis. The Real Guilty Parties Exposed. Long Read.

Hello. I know just from reading the title you are likely seething with rage and hate for Alexee. Likely you have already down voted this post. I am appalled by the number of people having already convicted Alexee and now want her lynched.
I am equally appalled by the amount of video the public has access too. This has tainted public opinion and makes it almost impossible she will be afforded a fair and unbiased trial based on actual evidence introduced in court. All of the surveillance video from inside the hospital should never have been released. This violates Hippa Laws and a patient's Right to Privacy. "When you use security cameras in a healthcare environment, the video footage that you record qualifies as PHI. As PHI, video surveillance footage must be protected according to HIPAA regulations.Jun 10, 2021"
Alexee was experiencing an acute medical and mental health emergency and the release / leak of hospital video violates her right to doctor patient confidentiality. For those whose blood is boiling what if this was inside an abortion clinic and a teenager was violated by the release of videos in a patient treatment area? Protesters would be enraged and demand action--where is the outrage here?
Based on the facts as currently known (no discovery yet just what is in public domain and can be verified) this is how I would defend Alexee during a trial. I ask you to consider all of the following:
--Innocence until proven guilty in a court of law--the cornerstone of our legal system and society.
I strenuously argue and expect the following be inadmissible and excluded from trial:
>All video of Alexee inside the patient treatment areas of the hospital--both security cameras and police body cameras excluded .
>Police bodycam footage from inside Alexee's treatment room should be Hippa protected. She has the expectation of doctor patient confidentiality. Police knew there was no crime actively happening inside the hospital room at the moment they entered. The question of IF a crime was committed already occurred in the toilet room previous to police arrival and there was no flight risk from Alexee in a hospital room with one way in and out.
Police violated her civil rights by entering her medical treatment room while Alexee was in a hospital bed. Further police by entering her hospital room delayed urgent medical care Alexee required and placed undue stressors on her during a critical moment when per the statements of the doctor she was hemorrhaging.
>At no point was she read her Miranda Rights. Any statements made during an acute medical and mental health crisis inside a treatment room without her being advised of her Miranda Rights cannot be used against her at trial.
--During all video of her in her treatment room and patient hallway areas--as has been so far illegally released to the public violating her Hippa rights-- Alexee was under the influence of pain medicine administered by the hospital.
Pain medicine alters how Alexee feels, her body's sensations, perception of said sensations, mental acuity, mental state, memory and cognitive ability--this is the whole purpose of pain medications. These are indisputable and known scientific facts for decades which have proven pain medications cause all of these reactions which is why every single pain med has strict warnings not to operate machinery, not to drive Et cetera, Et cetera, Et cetera........ (For those attacking Alexee as mentally deficient, "slow", retarded, "mentally off" and / or view her reactions as not appropriate the hospital had her hopped up on pain medications before she even went to the bathroom. I say shame on anyone convicting her in the court of public opinion under the influence of medication(s) and during an acute medical and mental health crisis.
>Purported pictures of Alexee with her cheer leading team in the grey shirt and holding the megaphone in her uniform. These pictures are all over the internet and have not been verified as authentic. I believe there is a high likelihood these particular pictures have been photo-shopped making them altered fakes. There are multiple indicators of the two most widely distributed photos showing they are not authentic.
The person who took said pictures, origin of the pictures, original metadata and chain of custody of these photos must be discovered and questioned. Once the absolute original files have been discovered, if they even exist, they need to be independently analyzed by a digital photography expert.
I ask everyone to please put the videos you have seen out of your mind as well as it should and will likely be for the jury during the trial. I ask you to consider the following facts as we understand them at this juncture. Use only the following facts to determine if there is any reasonable doubt concerning Alexee and what happened. Even a scintilla of doubt or uncertainty means Alexee should be adjudicated not guilty by a court.
During a trial I argue the following in defense of Alexee:
>Alexee is a teenager. She only recently turned 19. She is inexperienced in life, sex and relationships. Although technically an adult by a few weeks the law is contradictory. She is still in high school due to when she was born and started kindergarten. At 19 she cannot smoke cigarettes, vape or buy or drink alcohol. Society and the law has decided 19 is not old enough to make an informed decision on smoking and alcohol. Her mother treats her as a child.
>Alexee has been treated in such a way by her mother to be ashamed of teen sex and its possible consequences. Her mother despite good intentions created a relationship of shame regarding sex and loosing her virginity. Most teens and even young adults do not share intimate sexual details with theirs parents for many reasons. Consider the added stress the mother has created for years in a misguided attempt to protect her daughter.
People in general but especially children and teenagers deny they did something wrong when accused. A child is observed breaking an item and even though said child knows the parent saw her break the item often will deny they broke it when questioned. There are decades of child psychiatry and doctors to testify regarding this. Those young children grow up to be teenagers and if the parent(s) have not properly handled these learning opportunities at young ages the teenager will have--in this case 19 years--of improper responses of how to handle life.
>Alexee's mother was beaten and abused by her father so badly Alexee was born preterm with hip and spinal problems causing pain on and off her entire life. Imagine the unhealthy relationship regarding sex, men and pregnancy her mother--despite good intentions--during Alexee's life imprinted on a child and then a teen.
>Alexee was taking hormonal birth control pills. We do not know if these were prescribed for acne, menstrual problems or birth control reasons. If prescribed for acne or menstrual problems and Alexee's mom knew she was taking them this combined with her mom's many years worth of admonishment, forbidding and shaming of teen sex and her mother feeling confident her daughter was a virgin--this would create a mental assurance for her mother she could never possible be pregnant.
Likewise, regardless if Alexee was taking hormonal bc with or without her mom's knowledge she would be assured she was preventing any possibility of pregnancy and being safe. Hormonal bc is widely regarded as virtually 100% effective and the best non-surgical option for preventing an unwanted pregnancy. The Pill is the gold standard for being safe and responsible to the point it's common knowledge providing a false sense of security.
The pill is so ubiquitous as infallible even in pornographic videos it is commonplace for the teen or woman to state "pull out I'm not on the pill"--as if she was on the pill it would be 100% guaranteed safe. Teens and even adults are indoctrinated to commonly believe the pill is infallible--even in porn.
We know sex education is lacking in all public schools, her fundamentalist church certainly wasn't providing sex ed, her mom used fear, shame and abstinence as the only approach and her father was a scumbag abuser not even in her life in a meaningful way. Media targeted to teens promotes "safe sex" rarely making a point any bc can fail. It's promoted and considered as an absolute.
No matter how you consider the above facts both Alexee and her mom were very confident there was no way she could be pregnant. Taking the bc pill to Alexee was an assurance she could not become pregnant, she could not disappoint her mom--she was being safe with no risks and in a committed long term relationship. She wasn't "one of those girls" or the school slutt.
>Alexee gained some weight. Everyone knows the Pill can cause weight gain. Its the number one reason teenagers and young women state they don't want to take the pill. There is so much pressure on being thin--especially for a teenager and a high school student going to prom ect. When she noticed she gained some weight of course it was because of the bc pill. She can't be pregnant--of course not--because she's on the pill. How could she be? A quick Google search "can the pill make me gain weight" confirms its common.
If her mom knew about her being on BC this causes no alarms for her mom because not only does she believe her daughter is a virgin she's on the pill and the pill makes many women gain weight.
>Maybe--and we don't know--Alexee was on BC because of menstrual issues. If that was the case then any period irregularities would be explained by known period issues, the pill can make periods light or non-existent in many women so nothing to be worried about if she's irregular, besides irregular periods are common in teens--especially athletes, as a medical fact. It is well known many women bleed during pregnancy at the time when they expect to be having a period so think they are regularly menstruating.
There are even entire TV shows based on the woman not knowing she is pregnant--many are adults in their 30s, experienced in life and many even had previous children!! Plenty of incidents making this fairly common and plenty of respected medical doctors will testify in court to this phenomenon.
>Alexee was treated in the emergency room in December--one month prior--for back pain. The same back pain she experienced on and off her whole life--and the same back pain that would bring her to the ER the night she delivered. She would have been around 32 to 36 weeks pregnant (pregnancy full term is 40 weeks gestation even though everyone commonly thinks 9 months) and at the end of December when seen in the ER. No one, not a single medical professional noticed she was very pregnant while in the hospital four weeks prior to delivering a baby.
>Alexee tells her mom she is in pain in January and needs to go to the ER for treatment. This is significant. If Alexee knew she was pregnant and premeditated killing and hiding the baby from her mom, boyfriend and the world it makes absolutely no sense she would tell her mother she was in pain and needed to go to the hospital. If she premeditated murder and secrecy then she would not have presented herself to her mom in pain and needing medical help. Everyone has seen TV births--although not realistic--there is almost always pain and pushing and then a baby. So Alexee who has premeditated and purposely hidden 40 weeks or pregnancy fooling everyone--her mom, peers, boyfriend, coaches, teachers, nurses and doctors decides to tell her mom she needs to go to the hospital when IF she had realized she was pregnant and consciously hidden and schemed everything!?!?! This makes no sense.
We know for a fact she knew how to do things herself on the "down low". Afterall she wasn't having sex infront of her mom--she went somewhere private to do the deed. If her premeditated plan all along was to knowingly conceal........see where this is going?
>January ER visit considerations:
--Alexee's mom had three kids--makes her very experienced at pregnancy--and has no idea Alexee is pregnant.
>Alexee is seen by and triaged by a registered nurse. She does not notice she is full term and in active labor. The duty of and sole purpose of the triage nurse to identify acute medical conditions needing immediate and emergency treatment--like say heart attacks or active labor.
>Alexee is taken to a hospital exam room and seen by the intake nurse--another registered nurse-- who's duty is and is trained to takes vitals, acquire pertinent information, makes trained medical observations and prepares the patient for possible required exams for when the doctor arrives--all of this on behalf of the doctor.
This nurse does not notice she is full term pregnant and in active labor. Remember that part above "prepares the patient for possible required exams" if the nurse has any indications the issue was in anyway related to female reproductive organs or involved the vagina the nurse would have the patient--Alexee--change into a gown for a possible pelvic exam.
She does not do this--Alexee is not in a hospital gown so another registered nurse experienced in emergency medicine--nurse number two--is completely oblivious to a full term pregnancy and active labor.
>The doctor comes into the exam room. This is a licensed and trained medical doctor specializing in emergency medicine. She speaks with and presumably examines Alexee for her back pain--to do anything less is malpractice. This medical doctor, certified and practicing emergency medicine orders pain medicine administered to Alexee.
We have a trained and experienced MEDICAL DOCTOR that does not realize Alexee is full term pregnant and in active labor. Remember those photos on the internet I discussed earlier and believe them to be faked and photo-shopped? If they were real and she was that visibly pregnant tell me two registered nurses and a licensed medical doctor given the symptoms displayed, age of the patient and the obvious dynamic between mom and daughter about keeping her virginity and you still don't this she is full term pregnant and in active labor.
The dynamic observed between Alexee and her mom the doctor had the DUTY as a standard of car to ask the mother to leave the exam room so she could privately discuss things with Alexee.
>We have all been in the hospital and ER so we all know how this goes. We know another nurse came to administer the pain meds and to administer test(s) order by the doctor. (we also know this by the police interviews of all medical personal involved)
This is nurse number three not noticing a teenage girl is full term and in active labor!!! Not just any registered nurse but the Emergency Room CHARGE NURSE--the head of the nurses in the ER at that time. (he's the male nurse in the videos wearing a skull cap).
>We know one of the tests ordered by the doctor and administered was a pregnancy test. A pregnancy test that results POSITIVE. We have a teen girl patient in extreme pain who is sure she isn't pregnant and is adamant she is not pregnant because I don't believe she thought she was. This patient is in an exam room and you the medical staff and especially the doctor DO NOT immediately return to the exam room to conduct a simple and quick pelvic exam (which doesn't even require a doctor a nurse can do and routinely do pelvic exams).
>Instead the doctor orders an ultrasound. So time passes when a quick pelvic could have been done but wasn't and in comes the ultrasound tech. She DOES NOT HAVE THE PROPER WAND ATTACHMENT TO CONDUCT A PREGNANCY ULTRASOUND. On top of this she is an Ultrasound tech--certified and trained--and even after attempting an unsuccessful ultrasound doesn't realize Alexee is full term pregnant with a baby literally in the birth canal in active labor.
Keep in mind the certified and trained ultrasound tech who has done presumably dozens, if not hundreds, if not thousands of ultrasounds on pregnant women in labor--because ultrasounds are common in virtually every pregnancy--this tech doesn't realize Alexee is full term and in active labor.
We KNOW the ultrasound tech had to pull up Alexee's shirt to expose the skin on her stomach to attempt the ultrasound (because you can't do an ultrasound without skin to wand contact via some snot-like medical grade jelly).
IF the tech thought Alexee was in active labor, full term and close to delivering does anyone not think she wouldn't tell a nurse or the doctor?? "Hey you better check on this girl right now?"
>None of the medical staff even tells Alexee her pregnancy test was positive. Alexee and her mom still have no idea Alexee is pregnant.
>Alexee feels like she needs to use the bathroom--to have a bowel movement. The nurses and doctor allow her to get up, unaccompanied and waddle / run holding her bottom all the way down the hall. Alexee has NO IDEA she is pregnant--has never been told by any medical staff and didn't see the baby on the ultrasound because the tech botched the procedure not having the correct wand.
>Common knowledge to most people--lay people--as a baby enters the birth canal and crowns the woman feels an overwhelming urge to have a bowel movement. We expect even at the lowest and most minimal level of care by registered nurses and licensed doctors to know a woman in labor experiences a sensation of needing to have a BM before the baby is born. Medical facts and training teaches nurses and doctors to instruct the woman to push the baby out as if she was pushing to have a BM. We know virtually every woman has a BM at some point while pushing.
Alexee and her mom still have no idea she is pregnant at this point despite being seen by three registered nurses, an ultrasound tech and a licensed MEDICAL DOCTOR.
The medical staff KNOWS 100% Alexee is pregnant-and has known long enough to send in an ultrasound tech perform a botched ultrasound--and yet the medical staff knowing all of this allows Alexee to waddle-run down a hall holding her bottom, ALONE and be in a bathroom over 20 minutes.
We are so far past medical malpractice on so many levels to the point of gross negligence and blatant disregard for Alexee-the patient. I've seen a lot of cases of malpractice at busy hospitals but nothing has ever come close to the malpractice and willful disregard for patient care and safety as I have learned in this case.
>Alexee, doesn't know shes pregnant, feels like she needs to have an urgent BM. She's on the toilet, shes in pain, pushing feels good because that is what her body is telling her and everyone knows if you feel super constipated with a huge and heavy poop that's stuck as soon as you get it out you will feel better.
At some point Alexee's body takes over--humans are animals--and like animals a body will birth a baby as an automatic process regardless if the mom is ready or not. Regardless if the mom is even conscious or not--after all comatose patients have delivered babies spontaneously.
This is that time.
I know everyone is going to shout but she should have called for help ect ect.
Really think about this and consider:
>Alexee is a teenager, young and inexperienced with her body and womanhood. She only just barely meets the legal definition as an adult buy mere weeks and can't even buy vape or a pack of smokes and she's still in high school. An adult by technicality only she is in high school, acts very immature and has not had any life experiences as an adult.
>Alexee has been to the ER twice in 30 days time and is in the ER at this very moment sitting on a toilet with an incredible urge to poop, she's seen by half a dozen trained medical professionals even just moments ago and she knows they gave her a pregnancy test "just in case" and no one has told her she's pregnant, she's scared to death but in her mind she's on the birth control pill and not a single person at the hospital during two visits has told her she's pregnant. She has NO idea a baby is about to come out. It's not possible to her and based on all we know she has confirmation in her mind time and time and time again she is NOT PREGNANT. In fact, she is on her period she thinks, she sees blood--yes confirmation of period, cramps, pain, nausea--all valid, legitimate and known period indicators. She can't be pregnant as we have established and since she is at the hospital they would have told her if she was. She has back problems, thinks she is on or starting her period and is constipated worse than she has ever been--of course combined these are the cramps and pain from the pitts of hell.
>Experts will testify at some point in that toilet room she disassociates with her body. Now she is in fear, overwhelming pain, anxiety, young with limited life experience. She has been drugged by the doctors with pain medicine which affects her sensations and cognitive abilities and decision making. She wants to yell for help but she can't. There is no voice, no words and no actual realization as to what is happening to her.
>This is NOT unheard of. Fear is a power controller. Every person responds differently. Many people do nothing and totally freeze and are oblivious to external stimuli. History is full of people--aged and experienced adults who are trained professionals in life and death situations who freeze and cannot function or function in a totally illogical way.
--The airline pilot who despite thousands of hours of flight experience suddenly forgets how to fly or simply does nothing. Or does something so incredibly stupid and so contradictory to every bit of training and flying instinct makes the wrong response causing the plane to crash. (Atlas Air B767 / Continental Express Q400 / UPS A300)
--Trained soldiers in battle firing on their own fellow soldiers wearing the same uniform right in front of them but in that moment they kill their friends.
--A veteran police officer responding to a school shooting in Florida so overcome with fear he cannot enter the building to do the job he has trained, practiced and done for 25 plus years of his career resulting in dozens of children dying or injured.
--A respected gray-haired "old salt" ship captain who has crossed the Atlantic hundreds of times in his 50 year career--actually the admiral of the fleet-- who becomes impotent when his ship hits an iceberg and after giving the orders to evacuate disappears from leadership. (Titanic)
The recent Idaho murders the downstairs roommate, who has experienced actual adult experiences living on her own in college, comes FACE-TO-FACE with the killer while her four friends and roommates are bleeding out locks herself into her room, goes to bed and does NOTHING for hours until the net day. This is despite her admitting she heard a pained / muffled scream, moaning, an unknown voice and came face-to-face with the killer POTENTIALLY while the victims could have been saved with immediate medical care. She is defended by society as bearing no burden or negligence because she was young, scared and had been partying so was under the influence of substances.
Wait a minute........so was Alexee. Ironically some of the same people in this very forum who defended the Idaho roommate for being completely without burden by ignoring and going back to bed want to lynch Alexee or lock her up for her entire life.
Can we under all of these circumstances expect a teenage girl who has every legitimate reason to be sure she is NOT pregnant and not in labor expect her to be rational in this moment?
If Alexee herself didn't know she was pregnant, had no reason to expect she was pregnant, was on birth control, her mom who has had three pregnancies doesn't notice, her peers don't notice, her teachers don't notice, her coaches, her church, her boyfriend AND....
the visit where the birth occurred:
If ALL of the people in Alexee's life and ESPECIALLY TRAINED MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS did not notice or realize she was not only pregnant but in active labor HOW CAN WE EXPECT ALEXEE--a teenager--TO REALIZE THIS WHEN SHE TOOK HERSELF TO A HOSPITAL WANTING HELP?
The hospital and its staff disgust me. They acted with total disregard to Alexee and human life. Not a single nurse or doctor even bothered to try and resuscitate the baby when it was found. Most likely the baby was beyond resuscitation but for medical professionals in a hospital to not even attempt to save the baby after totally botching the standard of care for Alexee up to this point shows how criminally negligent everyone who treated Alexee that night is culpable for the death of a child.
The state has WAY overcharged Alexee. At most she should be facing abuse of a corpse. She needs mental help not jail. She is not likely to ever re-offend.
The ER doctor should be charged with manslaughter and negligence resulting in a death as her level of care was grossly negligent.
My heart goes out to the little boy who is not live--stillborn or otherwise. All life is precious.
So is Alexee and her life. This is beyond horrible for all involved. Every single person in Alexee's life failed her time and time again.
Do not as a jury pr society fail her again and sentence her to life in prison. There is so much reasonable double of premeditation and medical negligence / indifference in this case it would be criminal for a jury to convict her of Premeditated Murder in the 1sr degree.
I pray for everyone involved on so many levels. This case has no winners--only losers . Every single person in contact at any point with Alexee--but especially on the night in question-- and Alexee herself has a heavy cross to bear for the rest of their lives.
The nurses and ultrasound tech should be retrained, put on probation to be monitored making sure they have the skills and judgements needed to care for patients and the medical doctor should lose her license.
Alexee especially as well as her mother and boyfriend need education and counseling.
Thank you for your time and consideration.

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2023.06.10 19:28 Ratlinger Please describe a typical week for your family

I didn't have a very normal childhood and have never been close with my family. Now that I'm pregnant, i have been thinking more about what family life will look like for us. I know i would like to play board games, as that was something i wish my parents had done with my brother and i. But i can't really imagine any activities a family does together, like regularly.
What do you do together on a random tuesday, both parents home from work and kiddo picked up from daycare/kindergarten/school?
How about weekends?
When the child is 1, 5, 10, 15 years old?
How often/how long does the child play by themself?
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2023.06.10 19:28 silvercandlelanterns My ASD pre-teen is getting bullied by two children from a wealthy and well-connected family. Can someone help give me guidance?

Hello! I am an autistic mother of an autistic child (12M) who is facing a dilemma I don’t know how to navigate.
My eldest child attends a small school (K-8 ~500 kids) in our small town (~10,000 pop.) and has been bullied by a boy in his class for the past two years. This boy is also known to beat up on other children as well.
The boy’s older (by one grade) cousin rides the bus with my children and has been calling my eldest homophobic slurs among other things.
There was a situation yesterday, where my child was missing social cues that his classmates didn’t want to play with him and continued to try to play with them. Eventually, the two cousins took his hat off his head and ripped it. It is unclear if this was on purpose. He then swung his hat around and it hit the boy in the eye. It’s unclear if that was on purpose as well, though he says it wasn’t.
The cousins then pushed him down and wailed on him, and he called the girl cousin a f*ing gendered slur. In response, she slapped him.
The cousins have been calling my son and his male best friend homophobic slurs because they spend so much time together. This is basically the only close friend my son has.
The family is well-known, appears well-liked, and is quite wealthy. We, on the other hand, are intense introverts and don’t know anyone really, aside from our closest neighbours and co-workers. We just really struggle with understanding social norms, and as a response, retreat from society.
My school district offers online education with the same curriculum and I would like to begin online learning with my eldest.
I was heavily bullied for being weird and because my parents were also “weird”, they had no power to influence the bullying to stop. I have SEVERE social anxiety now (I’m in therapy and on medication). My husband was homeschooled from grade 6 onward because of the same sort of situation (bullying from well-known children in a much smaller town) and he is doing far better than I am, but he doesn’t want to do online schooling because it may stunt our child’s social skills development.
Please give me your perspectives!
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2023.06.10 19:26 endersgame69 Kayobi's Days Off C23

I had a wonderful life on Earth, I really, truly did. Jokes aside, the social nature of humans let me be a little eccentric and people would laugh it off, they would enjoy me for me, the few I’d gotten to know at least. You don’t find that very often on any world. In a way, this was payback. Swappers have a hard time with kindness for kindness sake, I admit. I only barely grasped it as a concept, but an equal trade? That I understood.
So when I snuck into the hospital the way I did before, I did so with intent to repay a debt and to make my life easier. I can’t very well be a proper NEET if I’m always out working and doing things for myself now, can I? No. No I can not.
Suki was lying there in her bed, the machine at her side beeping with steady slowness, her face was pallid as if she were freshly dead, her decline was steeper than I expected. Her eyes were dull, listless, unfocused.
She showed no sign of response until my hand touched hers. I hadn’t made myself visible yet. “Who…?” She spoke with difficulty, her voice was scratchy and faded.
“Are you? To stop the pain?” She asked.
“Yes.” I said, my slender fingers ran over the back of her hand, she had tape on her arm holding a little clear rubber or plastic tube of some sort down, needles in her hands, tube in her nose, to say she looked like hell would be an understatement.
“Good.” She tried to smile up at nothing. “My boy. He was here. Kayobi is doing all the work. I feel bad that I. Can’t help them. Sweet boy. Sweet girl. He will be…OK. But she seems. So lonely. But. A good neighbor. I hope she is eating. More than just snacks. Look in on her. Would you. Angel. Bless her. For me.”
I don’t know why that made me want to shed human tears right then. My lower lip trembled a little and my eyes watered over. “Open wide,” I said, and pulled open the cap on the vial, then tilted its contents into her mouth. It was tasteless stuff, but more importantly she didn’t really have to do much about it, not even swallow, it rapidly began to absorb into her body and never reached the back of her throat.
I put the vial away, and shifted into an angel’s form. Only then did I bend over and give her forehead a kiss. “You make her such good meals, you bless her plenty for both of us, human. Just… don’t let her chores get to be too much.” I said and unable to resist the urge, I reached for the little hand button to call for a nurse.
The beeping was going much, much faster now. I dont’ know what it was, but if I had to guess, it was probably her heartbeat rising to a normal pace? Her respiration was already improving. “Here. Let me help you. You won’t need this.” I said, and began to undo the tape pull the tubes free, that took a moment, and involved a fair amount of gagging and more snot than I expected.
The beeping ‘flatlined’ when the machine could no longer detect the patient, and I stroked her hair one more time. The color was coming back into her face and body, her eyes were coming slowly back into focus.
“You’ll be fine.” I said, and as the medical staff’s rushing feet drew closer, I cast my spell again, slowly turning myself invisible.
I turned my head to look at their faces this time, and winked at them as they stared, agog and disbelieving when they saw Suki Toriyama’s condition.
I stepped out of the way right enough, and… alright I couldn’t resist. [D’oog kul] I whispered the spell very quietly, and touched the backs of each of the three to come rushing in. It was just a little ‘good luck spell’ nothing ‘tremendous’ but ‘luck’ isn’t really a thing.
Luck is just a matter of probability recognition and well timed decisions. It’s just being more ‘aware’ of things and making a person’s brain more likely to make the right call as opposed to the wrong one.
How long it would last? Well it was hard to say. Maybe their whole lives, maybe only a few months? That was just dumb luck, as far as I knew, if you’ll pardon the expression. I don’t really know why I chose to do that for them, maybe because they were helping out Suki, maybe because it was just funny if it seemed to them that they’d been blessed by seeing an angel, maybe there was no reason at all.
But I left just as Suki began to sit up on her own, staring at her intact hands and weeping with uncontrollable joy as she realized she would see her son, her store, her home again.
“It was real.” She gasped with the barest of disbelieving breaths. “I thought it was just a dream, that I was just a dying fool who was hallucinating, that it was all in my head. But it was real.” I looked at the scene from the door, keeping myself undetectable. The doctors and nurse were busy looking her over, urging her to lie down and shouting things like…
“This isn’t supposed to be possible!”
“Get her into testing, we need to be sure!”
“I’m going home… I’m really going to go home…” Suki whispered and wiped her eyes and face, and I don’t know what happened after that.
I got out of the way of the door, the chaos was bringing other people over, white coats were fluttering in momentum made breezes as staff clustered around and shouted and tried to squeeze in. I suppose by then the story of the angel visiting the patient had spread, and I had to bite my arm to keep my laughter at bay until I could get out of there again.
I teleported outside my building, then up to the walkway outside my door, and then walked back in again.
Celia was dozing on the couch, a big bottle of soda was drained down to about half what it started as and the array of snacks was severely attacked. She’d even finished off an entire pizza by herself.
I looked at the screen and watched the male protagonist get dunked into some water and emerge as a pretty young girl. “Could have waited on me.” I grumbled a little, she was only two episodes in, but still.
I turned it off and went to fetch a blanket, which I then draped over her. The couch was thick and cozy, honestly I’ve fallen asleep on it many times, I knew she’d get a good night’s rest.
Tomorrow the store would be open for only a few hours, it was a national holiday, minimal work would be done, no kids would be in school, all in all, that would mean more time for pretty much… everything. And of course, more time to enjoy my lazy summer day.
I’d probably see Suki come home too, and I wouldn’t need to work the store anymore. One less thing.
“Lucky me.” I thought as I closed my bedroom door. Celia was sprawled out and starting to snore. Her human form was apparently the sleeping embodiment of a buzz saw.
No matter. I wouldn’t hear her from where I would lie curled up beneath my own covers.
I yawned, closed my eyes, and as I thought about my last day working the register at Toriyama’s… I felt, strangely enough…
Like I might miss it.
Just a little.
I hadn’t worked out why before I fell into a deep, contented sleep.
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2023.06.10 19:24 Realistic-Dot6062 My (23F) boyfriend (23M) wants me to move in but I am not sure I am ready.

Hi! I have been dating my boyfriend for a year and three months long distance. We haven’t met yet due to being full time students who’s schedules haven’t lined up, but we have spoken to each others family members and facetime or call daily. In the fall of this year my boyfriend is moving near his college to finish a second degree and has invited me to move in too, signing a lease and all. This is a big dream of ours, to close the distance, but I am hesitant because I do not yet have a job. Although I have recently begun applying, I am also waiting for acceptance into a masters program which would take up much of my time come fall. The apartment we want to lease is beginning to run out of spots, so to live there we would need to sign now. My boyfriend encourages me to sign anyway under the pretense that he can pay my rent until I have a job, but I would very guilty about this as he would need to work way more while also attending school (he would have enough to pay the rent for both of us for about 6 months, so I would have 6 months to continue looking for a job if I do not immediately find one). He says that if I do not move in, he will have to break up with me because he will have so little time between work and school to maintain a relationship. I do love him very much, but I’m so hesitant given the uncertainty of having a job or getting a masters. What would you do if you were me?
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2023.06.10 19:21 Ok_Yogurtcloset1084 gagawin pa ata akong kabit?

so this guy po naging friend ko lang talaga last yr kasi pareho pala kaming nag-aaral sa isang univ and he was my schoolmate back in high school, di kami close but we know each other. ff ngayong college, bigla siya nagmessage sakin saying na parang nakita raw niya ako sa school, first time ever niya magchat sakin so nagulat ako pero dun kami nagstart, kamustahan lang plus onting kwentuhan. nung una wala lang talaga sakin kasi mabait naman siya, hindi naman siya malandi unlike most of the guys na obvious agad yung malanding intentions. makwento siya and he makes me feel comfortable rin na magkwento sakanya, i genuinely see him as a friend lang talaga nung una, may ka talking stage rin kasi ako that time so wala talaga sa isip ko bigyan siya ng malisya. then i remember holiday yon we were talking about certain foods and ginawan niya talaga ako. it was a sweet gesture pero in my mind i was thinking na baka mabait lang talaga.
madalas siya magchat nangangamusta and minsan inuupdate niya ko kahit hindi ko naman tinatanong, may pics pa and all that. inaaya pa niya ko lumabas, uminom, i admit medyo natitipuhan ko siya kasi consistent siya and may substance talaga kausap, very decent. pinipilit niya ko mag enroll sa section nila para raw magkasama kami and all that sht. but i was suprised kasi imagine ang dalang ko magscroll sa ig, then nung time na natripan ko mag open ng ig ko, bumungad sakin story niya with his gf HAHAHAHAAHAHHAA
gulat malala talaga kasi never niya nabanggit na may bebe pala siya or pinopormahan man lang, hindi rin sa manila nag aaral si girl so idk if aware siya sa pagiging friendly ng bf niya. medyo dun ko rin narealize na baka kaya nabawasan din chats niya netong mga nagdaang buwan kasi may pinupursue na pala and ayun nga sila na ngayon. idk kung tama lang ba na ma off ako sa ginagawa niya kasi nichachat niya padin ako madalas, and ang weird kasi ngayon pa na nagka gf siya mas kumulit makipag usap sakin, like halos daily na may message siya, updates ng whereabouts niya with pics kahit na di ko naman inaask. inaasar niya ko araw-araw, bardagulan ba.
tinatry ko siya iwasan, kumbaga ineend ko na yung convo ha, nsgreact lang ako but mag eeffort pa siya mag open ulit ng conversation. idk kung ano pa iisipin ko, or kung dapat din bang pag isipan ko siya ng kung ano. hanggang ngayon din never niya pa nababanggit yung gf niya sakin, dami niya nakkwento pero gf niya hindi?
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2023.06.10 19:21 Aloo13 I feel like I've wasted the last 10 years of my life. How can I improve?

Hello everyone, I'm not even sure exactly what I need to work on, but I figured having some outside perspective may benefit me to some degree so here I am. I feel like I have done nothing since graduating high school 10 years ago, especially when compared to peers. This may be long and convoluted, as I chronologically recount my experiences, so bare with me. I appreciate any advice I get here!
I did finish a science degree at a local university, which I regret in retrospect due to the lack of resources and lack of pushing me out of my boundaries. I had social anxiety that affected me functionally back then and also a few bad experiences, which resulted in a bad first year gpa-wise. This really shot me down and I struggled to raise my GPA to a competitive mark for vet school, which I was initially seeking. I started with signs of depression and feeling inadequate to my peers who seemed to be doing fine that year. I also had very little guidance in terms of university. My father tried to help, but his experiences were different from mine. The academic advisors at my university were also a 'revolving door' and so were often new and unfamiliar with the university and programs. Approaching graduation, I really thought If I made it out with a degree, I'd have decent career opportunities, which didn't happen. I tried applying to multiple places, but I am in a bilingual city and am not bilingual, so all I could manage were minimum wage jobs, while many friends were bilingual and at least got into government jobs. I graduated with no student debt, but ultimately felt frustrated at being unable to obtain a career. Luckily I do have great parents who have been awesome supports and encouraged me on.
I spent a gap year working and then went back into university under a different degree, hoping to raise my grades this time to apply to medical school. I obtained a scholarship that covered part of my tuition. I did actually do well, but then the pandemic hit- this combined with multiple projects and part-time jobs I was juggling spiraled me into burn out. I also got into a new romantic relationship and although he was a great guy, he demanded more of me than I could give and I realized we wanted different things, so I broke it off. Simultaneously, I dealt with a few situations that spiraled me into deeper depression. I cried nearly every other day for 3-4 months. I lost a few friends who I had realized were not good friends and pretty self-centered. However, that also meant I only had two friends left, who were not close by. Following the burn-out, I knew there was no way I could write the MCAT and go through the admissions process, so I applied to an accelerated nursing program and was accepted. I liked that nursing provided a definite opportunity for employment, as well as travel and flexibility in a shorter period of time.
Here is where I am at now:
I am half way through the program and nursing is not what I thought. I plan to continue the program as I think not having a career at this point is contributing to my depression and I hear nursing is different in real practice. We have unions for nurses here and it is a good career nevertheless. But I do feel a sense of loss for what I want to be and really struggle with retrospections, regretting previous choices. I want more for myself, but at this point, my depression has caused me to be constantly tired and worn out. I also feel that my memory has gotten bad. I feel as if I am a burden to my parents and wish I could do more for them. They have been so good to me and have worked so hard that I wish I could treat them instead of having them look out for me. I feel a sense of shame with having no career accomplishment nor significant other and this holds me back from connecting with peers, as I assume judgement or no commonality.
I don't really have a social life anymore. The one friend whom I have been close with often compares our situation these days (as far as looking up a nurse's salary) and that really does hurt me. I don't think it comes from malicious intent, but it has kept me from reaching out to her and I'm finding myself slowly closing up from other potential friends. I struggle with romantic connection. I am not really sure why, but I am extremely cautious in romantic relations and struggle finding someone I am truly attracted too. I did start with romantic relationships later in life than many.
My 10 year HS reunion is coming up this summer and I am absolutely not going; however, this has just made me feel a pit of despair concerning my choices and current situation. At this point, I'm just a professional student and I can't believe 7 years of schooling has gone by seemingly so fast. My depression has just been spiraling the past 2-3 years and it is something I constantly fight. Therapy is unfortunately not an option, as I don't have the finances for it. I truly think that if I hadn't such kind, understanding, and supportive parents, I would have become suicidal. However, sometimes I feel I don't deserve their unconditional love because I have done nothing to be proud of. I have even avoided going to family events, as I fear comparison to my cousins, who I deem more successful than myself.
I really do want to get better and strive for better. I have worked through my social anxiety, which no longer impedes me like it did in my early 20's. However, now it is feelings of despair and inadequacy that plagues my mind and causes me to be excessively tired with anhedonia on many days.
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2023.06.10 19:19 bestatsomethingig Career Advice

Hi I'm currently working at BDO. I'm still in school so I've got couple of work terms still left. I have a return offer for those but not closing all the options. Just wondering where and what other fields should I look to apply other than the obvious B4's that could help me in future career-wise.
I'm in assurance, in CAN.
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2023.06.10 19:17 CrimsonViel Jagger

I have only ever told this to my close friends. I feel like people need to know me first, and know me well, to know that I'm not crazy before I tell them this story. Maybe this isn't like most creepy pasta stories, I'm not telling you something horrible and terrifying that I'm pretending is happening now. I'm telling you something that DID happen. Something that has NO explanation. Something so irrefutable by my own mind, that it forced me to choose being Agnostic, over being Atheist, because what I saw and felt was proof, there is something more out there.
I must have been about 12. My family had just moved to South Carolina, my family being my Dad and step-mom. We didn't have a proper house yet, just an apartment. It's not the kind of place that I would have ever expected something like this to happen. This place, I'm sure, was not haunted. After some research when I was a kid I concluded that there was no burial ground, no reason whatsoever for this location to be home to some type of repeat-cycle haunting.
One day I was grounded, probably for something that I did at school. I couldn't tell you at this point as it so immediately became the least of my worries. Three days, I was to stay in my room, only to come out for dinner and nothing else. There just so happened to be a Ghost Hunters marathon on around this time, and I had a TV in my room so I thought it as good a way as any to pass the time.
As I watched the shows I became very skeptical, but there were some encounters that made me think to myself, it's weird none of this has happened to me. Over the next day or so I even became a little jealous of the more intense encounters the people on the show were having.
Bored out of my entire mind I began to contemplate some way to get a ghost to visit me. I thought of a Ouija board. However I had no money and didn't know anyone with one. The most straight forward way to go about it I supposed was to ask. Now as a kid, coming from an abusive home, separated parents, mother was a drug addict who left us, I had to grow up sooner than most. I had considered death, and life, and what came after, many times all on my own. I had come to the conclusion that I just can't believe anything I'm told, and would rather see for myself if there is anything out there. However that day hadn't come, so I had settled on "Temporary Atheist".
That being said it was in a sort of mocking tone, that I clasped my hands over my air mattress, and began to pray to God. At first cheerily, but as the prayer went on, almost as if I had unconsciously realized my fatal error, my tone grew more serious. "God, if you are out there, if you exist at all. Send me a spirit, a ghost, I don't care. Send me something to meet, send me a messenger that there is life beyond this."
That turned out to be, maybe the worst mistake of my life. I would have happily gone on with my life as an Atheist, and while there are some comforts in knowing there is something more, such as not fearing death quite as much, I would have traded that knowledge away in an instant, to save me from what came that night.
It was around two in the morning. I lay, right after finishing watching my show, on my air mattress in the dark. Nervous, goosebumps on my arms, feeling cold even in the blankets. It was fun to ask for this during the day, but once the light went out, I was far more terrified than I was excited, to meet whomever God may send me. I couldn't sleep, wasn't even slightly tired.
As I lay there on my side trying to fall asleep, it seemed as though my fan had gone on mute, as the air mattress depressed behind me, and my messenger arrived. I was so scared, it was at this moment I realized what I may have asked for, after seeing all of the times that the hunters in the show seemed to know whether or not a spirit had a positive or negative feeling, I realized now how they could tell. This..Thing, I could feel it snaking it's arm around my stomach. my shirt folded, the skin under it icy, I could feel it like it were a person. A cold persons arm. It wrapped over my stomach and clutched the underside of me, for a moment I thought, "This is it, it's going to pull me away and nobody will ever see me again, what did I do!?"
As its grip tightened I became more and more terrified, I had time even to think about quickly hitting the light on the lamp, I had to aim, I thought about where the switch was before doing it, it had to be a perfect thrust, I needed to be fast. I was so fucking terrified.. I screamed as I reached for the light and flipped it on, simultaneously throwing myself from my bed, the closet door which had been closed was open all the way to the wall. I had closed it on purpose out of fear, and there it sat, even though the light was on the darkness inside scared me so much I couldn't move. I was afraid that if I ran to the door something would steal me away into it. So I sat there all night, staring, petrified at the open door and the darkness. This is how I know I never slept that night, I never dreamed up anything, there was no sleep paralysis, no spirit. This Thing. It had come for me, and left when I ran. This, I realized the next night, couldn't be thing that God sent, for what came for me the night after..If God sent it he is cruel.
The next night I was finally off grounding. I couldn't be more grateful to escape my room. I knew there was no way I was going to fall asleep again. Not after what happened last night. I was still spiked awake. I decided to bring my stuff into the living room to sleep there for the night. I stared down the hallway at my bedroom door, I had closed all the doors in the hallway, to be sure nothing could come out of one without alerting me first.
My door was at the end of the hall, to the left of it, around the corner, was the bathroom. Even recalling this is making my skin crawl, imagining it in my head makes me sick, I feel weak and terrified just thinking about it.. anyway.. The night dragged on after dinner at seven, my stepmom and dad had gone to their room and fallen asleep. 8pm, 9pm, 10pm, 11pm, 12pm, 1am. I sat there wide awake, staring. I had been watching TV, glancing back and forth between that and the hall for most of the night, but I wanted to at least lay down.
As I gazed down the hall, goosebumps on my skin, a cold tightening on the back of my neck, everything in the room seemed to dim. I sat up, just to be sure I wasn't losing it, I was still completely awake. I looked across the room at the nightlight plugged into the kitchen counter wall, and it had begun to dim. I was starting to get scared and nervous so I turned my phones screensaver on and laid back down, just in case the nightlight went off. That's when it happened. A dull droning hum seemed to fill the air, silencing the harder to notice sounds. I couldn't hear the fridge cooling, or the buzz of the light. It seemed like the noise was pure, my head felt like it was being rushed by blood, as if I were being held upside down, as I stared at my bedroom door.
Then it came. I heard the metallic scrape of a door opening, but it wasn't my door, it had to be the bathroom door. Now excruciatingly terrified I couldn't bring myself to look away from the corner where the bathroom was down the hall. I gripped my blanket over my shoulders, just to be sure I could still move and I wasn't having a nightmare or some kind of sleep paralysis which I had read about that day, it wasn't that. Everything was real, I was very awake, and I could move.
As I realized I wasn't hallucinating, or dreaming, a black mass gathered at the top of the wall. Seven feet up, what looks like an arm, with it's elbow stretched toward the hallway appeared. The idea of something that..Black. Clashing with the light of everything around it, I thought it was so dark I couldn't see, but I was wrong. as the arm stretched further I started to hear a screeching, which slowly rose to a screaming. Like people dying, the noise you might make when you have time to cry out before it's all over, all collapsing on each other. It got louder and louder, ear splitting, as this things head rounded the corner at the top of the wall, and a massive leg, the knee at 4 feet, splintered it's way into view.
I could see no details of it's face, just the jagged edges of it's body, and it's eyes, lit a dull red, like you might see when you close your eyes against the sun. It's chin seemed to stretch downward, as the screams grew louder, so shrill it made me feel like the temperature had dropped fifty degrees, my stomach twisted and turned like I could be sick at any moment, and simultaneously not even notice. It's head seemed to carry out further, as if it wanted to look at me closer, or it wanted to eat me.
The screams were so loud now it made me light headed with terror, piercing my soul, I felt anguish, I felt this wave of depression like I'd never felt in my life, this urge to die, this longing to get away from something.
Then it receded, almost as if in one motion, save for it's clawed, tendril like fingers, raking the wall as it returned from where it came.
My chest collapsed, my heart was beating so fast my head felt like a speaker, I could still hear a ringing in my ears, I felt so sick but I couldn't go to the bathroom, I sat up, back to my parents door, for the next 5 hours or so till the sun rose. Again, this confirmed that I never slept.
I poured myself into the internet that day trying to find some explanation, but without ever having been asleep, sleep paralysis wasn't it. Hallucinations, I thought maybe, but Auditory and Visual? No way. Especially considering nothing was wrong with me, I wasn't sick, I didn't have a history of this, and it didn't start up again for a long time.
This really happened to me, and it has changed me forever.
What's worse, is since then, especially in the time before I turned nineteen, I had crippling depression afterwards. I remember sleeping in my basement rooms in South Carolina and New Jersey after, just mocking him. Wishing he would come back so I didn't feel crazy. I named him Jagger, for the jagged edges I saw that night.
Around that time I had tried to kill myself a couple of times, maybe half-heartedly, maybe I was too afraid to do it, I don't know. Eventually I told my friends what had happened. And that's when it began again. Only a couple days afterwards two of my friends had come back to me telling me that ever since they heard the story, and saw me tear up thinking about it, they hadn't felt safe in their own rooms anymore. They slept with lights on at home, couldn't deal with silence, and shortly after they both told me that things had begun moving in their rooms at random times of the night. None of us ever spoke the name again, both of my friends, Jesse and Amere, suddenly developed depressive states. Maybe it was always there, and we never talked about whether or not it had something to do with Jagger, or whatever was going on at their homes.
All I know is this is real, it did happen, it has changed me completely from what I used to believe, and maybe I carried Jagger with me, maybe he never went away, but went inside me. Perhaps that's why it seemed almost instantly I went from being a happy, hopeful kid, to being a miserable, sad teenager, craving death, and hurting myself. I don't know. Honestly if I look back, there were times, like being dumped, or failing school, that made me upset, that made me depressed, but every time I considered hurting myself it seemed as though my mind went blank, and it just happened, and I always felt better after for no reason at all. Which scares the hell out of me to this day. I'm sorry to have even told you all this, and sincerely hope nothing comes of it for you.
However if this story is a curse, and this demon is carried in all who hear it, then I need to know. If nothing else, perhaps there is no way it could affect everyone, perhaps at least it'd be proof.
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2023.06.10 19:16 halfhumanhalfgoddess Story time!

This story is about when I went to school picnic as a teacher for the first time. I woke up at 4 am got ready. I drank a glass of Bournvita and went to school. I reached the school at 5 am. I boarded the bus at 5:30. As soon as I boarded the bus. I started feeling dizzy. I felt nauseated. All the windows of the bus were closed as it was too cold and dark outside. Slowly most of the kids and teachers started feeling nauseated. One of the students offered me a toffee saying it'll make me feel better. Another student of mine asked me keep my head on their lap and rest. I felt so weak, I couldn't even stand on my two feet. I let my hair down as my hair was wet. I put my head on the lap of that student and curled up in one of the seats. But I couldn't even rest in one place because the bus kept moving and I kept feeling dizzy and nauseated. The driver told, to open up all the windows. It had been half an hour but I hadn't thrown up until I saw a teacher throwing up. I felt like throwing up. I put my head outside the window. It was too windy outside. I threw up and the whole glass of Bournvita I had drank earlier was in my hair. I can't even describe how many emotions I felt at that moment. I washed my hair there itself with the bottle of water. I felt better whenever I got off the bus but I felt dizzy when I got on the bus. I felt shitty the whole day. The only thing nice was my students taking care of me which was the opposite of what was supposed to happen. The only places I remember visiting is the cave in porbandar where Krishna and some bear-man maybe fought each other and Gandhiji's home.
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2023.06.10 19:15 halfhumanhalfgoddess Story time!

This story is about when I went to school picnic as a teacher for the first time. I woke up at 4 am got ready. I drank a glass of Bournvita and went to school. I reached the school at 5 am. I boarded the bus at 5:30. As soon as I boarded the bus. I started feeling dizzy. I felt nauseated. All the windows of the bus were closed as it was too cold and dark outside. Slowly most of the kids and teachers started feeling nauseated. One of the students offered me a toffee saying it'll make me feel better. Another student of mine asked me keep my head on their lap and rest. I felt so weak, I couldn't even stand on my two feet. I let my hair down as my hair was wet. I put my head on the lap of that student and curled up in one of the seats. But I couldn't even rest in one place because the bus kept moving and I kept feeling dizzy and nauseated. The driver told, to open up all the windows. It had been half an hour but I hadn't thrown up until I saw a teacher throwing up. I felt like throwing up. I put my head outside the window. It was too windy outside. I threw up and the whole glass of Bournvita I had drank earlier was in my hair. I can't even describe how many emotions I felt at that moment. I washed my hair there itself with the bottle of water. I felt better whenever I got off the bus but I felt dizzy when I got on the bus. I felt shitty the whole day. The only thing nice was my students taking care of me which was the opposite of what was supposed to happen. The only places I remember visiting is the cave in porbandar where Krishna and some bear-man maybe fought each other and Gandhiji's home.
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2023.06.10 19:12 Gawkingegg I think I've lost my best friend

This friend has been the most unconditionally warm, supportive, nonjudgemental, caring, kind, and loving person I've ever had in my life. He's been my absolute best friend for years, since we were in elementary school. He's reliably been there for me when nobody else has, for all the important stuff, and always made time for me. Every birthday, when I came out as lesbian, breakups, through my parents divorce, he visited me in the mental hospital... he knows pretty much all of my deepest and darkest secrets.
I always worried we might drift apart after high school, but never thought it'd happen before we graduated. It's the summer between junior and senior year. He suddenly became very distant, cold, closed off, very standoffish, rude... refusing to talk, flaking on in person plans. Everything changed out of nowhere literally overnight one day. I've been trying to figure out what's wrong - all he says is he's fine and doesn't want to talk to me. He's perfectly fine with all of our other mutual friends, just not me. I don't know what I did wrong or what happened, and this is genuinely shocking because he's usually a very open communicative person.
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2023.06.10 19:08 ruin777 There is a particular staircase that no student is allowed to use in my school. I now know why…

I always wondered why we were never able to use this staircase in school, but the teachers, staff and the headmaster were able to use them. I never knew where the bottom of the staircase was, because I always saw the teachers walking up the stairs but never walking down the stairs. In every assembly, the headmaster ordered us not to use the staircase, though we already knew not to.
One time, the class clown said he was going to go down the staircase that we weren’t supposed to use, and our physics teacher grabbed him and she screamed at him to not go down there. He ended up sitting back down, snickering as some students were whispering to each other and some exchanged confused glances with one another.
This made me more fixated on knowing more about the staircase. I’d wander around the school, looking to find where the bottom of the staircase was, but I’d never find it. I’d spend my break time asking different people about what they know about the staircase, and if they knew any rumors about them. Every rumor they’d say, I’d write down in my notebook. One rumor someone said was that a student in the 7th grade went down the staircase and was never seen again. Another rumor was that our maths teacher kills anyone who goes down the staircase. Though most of the rumors sounded quite stupid, I still wrote them down.
At some point, my friend Josh started noticing how curious I was about the staircase. Josh was quite a fearless guy. He would do anything dangerous, as if he was on a suicide mission, like the time when we had a science experiment and he thought that touching the bunsen burner would be a good idea. He ended up getting severe 3rd degree burns on his hand, which took around a year to heal, and also became the prime example of what not to do in a science experiment. That was only one of the things he did, but I won't go into detail about the others..
2 days ago, as we were sitting on one of the benches after school, Josh asked “Why don’t you just go down the stairs?”
“I don’t want to get suspended, I have a good record unlike you,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“I have a plan though.”
“It better not be stupid….”
That’s when he pulled a notebook out of his bag, and drew two stick figures.
“The one with the smiley face is me, and the one with the sad face is you. Do you understand?” He said.
“I do.”
“We’re going to do this pretty early. About 3 or 4am… we’re going to break into the school. Don’t worry though, I’ve done it before and succeeded.” He started to draw a gate, then drew the stick figure representing me climbing over, and the stick figure representing him over the gate, as it waited for me to climb down.
“This plan is kind of stupid,” I said, observing his rushed drawings.
“Do you want to see what’s under those stairs or not?”
“I do…”
“Then listen. So after we break in, we’ll need to be pretty quiet. No talking until we actually get into the building. We’ll need flashlights, so we’ll both bring our phones. When we get into the building you need to follow me. The stairs are near where our classroom is, remember?” He explained, with a moderately harsh tone. That’s how I knew he was serious.
“Okay, it kind of makes sense… I’m gonna go now though, tomorrow we’ll go through the plan again. Make sure to write it down, see you tomorrow Josh!” I said, picking up my backpack and leaving.
The next day, at break, Josh showed me his notebook which contained a detailed plan, explaining exactly what he had said the day before, but in more depth. Though I was hesitant to go through with the plan, I did really want to see those stairs….I had been so determined to know every single thing about those stairs, and this was like a once in a lifetime chance for me. So I agreed to the plan. That was yesterday.
I had my alarm set for 2:30 am. I got ready which took about 20 minutes. At around 2:55 am, I was out the house. From my house to my school was walking distance, so it was easy for me to get there. When I got there, I was quite surprised to see Josh already there, in front of the gate, looking at the floor.
“Oh you’re here already? Should we start now?” He asked.
“Yeah sure, why not?” I said.
That’s when he started climbing up the gate. I made sure to watch his technique so I could do the same when he was done. He climbed up the gate fairly quickly, then climbed down the gate, and he was in.
“Your turn.”
I slowly started climbing the gate, my arms shaking a bit every time I climbed higher. Eventually I was able to get down.
“Okay, now to get inside the building we need to use the back of the building. There’s a door there, and for some reason it’s never locked,” He whispered, and I nodded.
We started walking at a fast pace, making sure not to step on anything that would make noise.
When we finally entered the building, I followed Josh. Using the flashlight on my phone, we slowly made our way up the stairs, being careful of our surroundings. After what felt like forever, we finally found the staircase.
“Are you ready?” He whispered.
“Of course.”
We started going down, step by step. It looked normal, and I didn’t get why we couldn’t use it. As we were going down further and further, a foul odor hit my nose, and started getting stronger and stronger as we went down.
“What is that smell?” I asked, holding my nose with one hand and holding my phone with the other.
“You smell it too? It’s horrible,” He said. Though the smell was tormenting our nostrils, we kept on going. I started getting quite tired. I felt like I had been waking down those stairs for an eternity. At some point, as I continued to point my flashlight downwards, I saw something. Something abnormal… out of this world. I held Josh’s arm so he wouldn’t go down any more steps. He was about to open his mouth to speak until he also saw what i was seeing, and immediately closed his mouth.
We saw darkness. But in that darkness were faces. Some were crying, some were smiling. But as they looked directly into our eyes, their faces became angry. Full of hatred. They started screaming, and shouting unintelligible words. They reached their arms out to us. That’s when the darkness started rising, and I screamed at Josh to run, hyperventilating as tears streamed down my face.
I rapidly ran up the stairs, as the darkness slowly consumed our every step. As Josh was running though, he tripped up a step and fell. I screamed, and heard the sound of synchronized laughter and the sound of Josh screaming in agony and terror, as the creatures pulled him into the void. I kept running up and up the stairs and didn’t dare to look behind me. Somehow I was able to reach the top of the stairs, and when I did I collapsed to the floor, shaking uncontrollably, tears still streaming down my face as I covered my face, screaming.
Someone tapped my shoulder, and as I uncovered my face I realized it was my physics teacher. She stared at me, with a mix of emotions on her face. She held her hand out, gesturing me to get up. When I got up I realized she wasn’t the only one there… all the teachers that taught my class were there, in a line all staring at me. Some were crying, some just stared blankly at me with no expression.
“You’re going to have to go to the headmasters office, I’m sorry..” She said, her voice slightly quivering.
When we arrived, she opened the door and as she shut it, I heard the sound of the door locking. That’s when I realized, this wasn’t the headmasters office….
That was a few hours ago, now i’m still here. My phone’s on 46%, and I’m just sitting here, wondering if it was worth it. I should’ve just listened. Now I’ve lost my best friend and I’m going to rot here, and if anyone finds me they’ll only find my decaying body. I’m posting this for everyone to know my story, and to say goodbye.
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