Work was a little extra rough this week.
A big project went a little past it's timeframe, so I was running on fumes for a while there until we finished today. Thankfully though, work is gonna be light for a few days, so I decided earlier that I'd try to beat the black clouds rolling in, get home as quick as possible, and relax on the couch with a few strong drinks and a movie or two.
So I clocked out and got to my vehicle right before the downpour began, and about ten minutes after I got in through the front door (and got soaked from the walk up to it), the power went out like it was a scene from a movie.
All I could do is laugh it off, get changed, and wait for it all to blow over. So I decided I could at least make the most of it by grabbing my laptop (and some liquor), and heading out on the porch to look for some horror movie to watch as this storm rages around me. Not long after I settled in though, the loneliness did too, so I half-heartedly decided to open up Reddit instead in an attempt to fight it off for the evening before I got too day-drunk to type.
I got about halfway into writing some short, generic post when I stopped and had the realization that none of it was authentic, and that what I'm craving desperately right now is too complicated for one or two paragraphs and a catchy title, regardless of how hopeful I am about finding it. So I let out a long sigh, deleted every word, and now I reckon that I should just be honest and see where a little vulnerability gets me.
So here goes:
The dating scene here is more one-night-stand oriented and shallow than anything else, and dragging myself into being social with people I couldn't care less about only makes this feeling worse for me. Because of this, I find myself turning to Reddit a lot of the time to try and find something more substantial than some one-night-stand. Where I tend to hit a wall though is my lack of enthusiasm for the generic, scripted back-and-forth question/answer thing that goes with meeting people on here. Most just don't try, and the ones that do rush things to the point of discomfort, even when they message you first. So this is me laying it all out there.
I'd love to meet an intelligent, confident, sarcastic, witty, emotionally-intelligent woman with a great sense of humor and a knack for banter. Someone with a story, and a past, and some life experience, because I hate having to try and keep it all going for the both of us. Finding someone to "talk to" is easy, but I'd much rather put my time into somebody with depth and substance that shows me she wants something deeper than run-of-the-mill, and I'm ready to give the majority of my attention moving forward to someone that feels the same way.
Or another someone to bullshit with for a while until we get sick of each other, lmao. If that's what happens, then no hard feelings, but at the end of the day, while the world continues collapsing all around us, all I want is to feel a connection with someone that makes me feel like what we share isn't shallow and hollow, and someone that contributes more to my everyday life than "hi how r u tell me about ur day".
Either way, it's only getting later, and I have nothing else going on, so I think I'm just gonna sit on my porch and try to enjoy all this thunder and lightning (and whiskey) while it lasts, and hope someone interesting fills my inbox with all sorts of hopeful things before the sun shows up. Maybe this is the sign you needed, who knows? Go read my long, rambley "About Me" post, and come say hi 👋🏻

Perhaps I’m a little inexperienced in things concerning the US economy, so my question might be a matter of just lack of information, but:
Why can’t we decide where our tax dollars go? No matter what state we live in. Like, for example I live in TX, which is considered a red state but anyone who lives here will agree it’s just that way because it’s gerrymandered to hell. A lot of other states—if not all, to some degree— are the same. So why can’t we pick and choose where we send our tax dollars? If someone wants to fund the roads, healthcare, and welfare programs, and their neighbor wants to fund the military, fixing the deficit, and veteran’s healthcare all parties should be able to do so. Maybe I’m thinking in too simplistic terms but I’d much rather we have a system where we can check a few boxes and decide what % of our tax money we want to go towards those things, and then the government figures out how to budget all of that accordingly. It just seems like a better way to be more democratic and nonpartisan. And because some people will probably say, “well, then certain things wouldn’t get funded at all”, then whatever states agreed to fund things that didn’t or did work out for them would suffer the consequences/benefits, and then be able to choose accordingly next year around to either fund or defund certain things.
I just don’t see why it can’t work that way. I feel like most Americans (D or R or whatever) probably want the same things— to be able to afford to live, take care of themselves and their families, etc. So why don’t the American people get to decide more, rather than the government? I don’t consent to my hard-earned money being used to fund bombing people I don’t know overseas, and others don’t consent to funding social programs. So why are we all paying for it?
I’ve asked this question to fellow real-life Democrats and Republicans I know, and they ALL have agreed with me so far. So why isn’t this the way we do things?

My child (6f) is just completely unmanageable. Now before I get the irritating "It's your parenting! You're a failure! Discipline!" Guess what? If it's out there, I've tried it. It's just me that takes care of her and her grandma when I work. No amount of therapy, structure, discipline techniques work. She's just literally a mean person. She absolutely refuses to listen to any type of request. What gets to me about it is that she's smart, funny. She's too smart. People say, "Well she's little, there's no way" but people just don't understand what I'm dealing with here. I'm so tired of every single day, the same horrible everything. No matter how you start out, no matter what you do. Screaming and interrupting while you're trying to explain or talk or deescalate, the constant "I GET WHATEVER I WANT!" Which I cannot understand why she says this because it's completely untrue. It's to the point where I'm about to cancel our vacation together because she's so mean and acts so bad why should I reward that? I haven't had a vacation in years. Her behavior is about to cancel this one. I'm at a complete loss. Should I cancel? Is there anything anyone can offer as how to work with this behavior that doesn't involve shaming and asking me why I don't beat her or discipline her because trust me, she doesn't even comprehend the tactic of discipline. She flies right over it and nothing works. I'm at the point of just giving up.

I'm facing a problem with changing my tax class at Finanzamt in Germany. It has been almost 5 months, and I'm still in tax class 1. When I moved to Germany, I assumed I would be in tax class 3 since I'm married and have 2 kids.
Due to the delay in changing my tax class, my salary is lower than it should be, and I'm also not receiving Kindergeld (child benefit) for the same reason. This has created some financial difficulties, especially since my wife is not working and is taking care of our two kids at home. Additionally, when I try to apply for lower-income benefits to secure a spot in Kitas (daycare centers), it seems that my income exceeds the lower income thresholds.
The main reason for all of this is that Standesamt needs more time to verify my marriage, which took place abroad.
I have a few questions and would appreciate any help:

1. Will I be able to recover the amount I'm currently losing in terms of tax and Kindergeld (around 1000 euros per month) from the day I entered Germany?
   
2. What are the lower income levels according to Standesamt for a family of 4 members, where only one parent is earning?
   
3. Since tax deductions are also taking place, I'm wondering if using a tool like SteuerGo (an online tax return service) would make a difference compared to submitting my tax return through a tax advisor during year-end tax return submission?
   

I (26f) have felt that my mother has never loved me.
A little background, I was born and raised in Thailand until I was 5 and before I was moved to Australia. When I was living in Thailand I was with my older biological brother (Tee), my dad (Dee), my mother and my dad’s extended family (parents and siblings).
I knew of my dad’s alcoholism and knew him to be abusive when drunk. So I understood why my mother had to leave. I just didn’t understand why she didn’t take Tee and me with her. She left me with Dee and knew what would happen. There were days where I had to run to my grandmother to get Dee to stop hitting me.
I would be covered in bruises for days almost unable to walk. This all happened after my mother left when I was about 2-3yrs old (me running to my grandma, not the abuse). I had always thought she would come back one day but she never did.
Not until she found her ex husband and had another child. I was too young to comprehend what was really happening. Next thing I knew I was on a plane to Australia.
Before I had left, Dee said he would see us soon and that we were just going on a holiday. Which was in fact a lie. She had brought me and Tee to live in Australia.
Dee may have been abusive to me but due to my mothers abandonment we ended up bonding and becoming really close. To the point that I can safely say I am a daddy’s girl. He would pamper me. Listen to my every whim and demand. His only flaw was the drunken abuse. Apart from that I was given royal treatment.
So I was torn when I realised we were never going back. My life had changed completely. A 180. The opposite of how Dee raised me. He showed me love and kindness and compassion when clear minded and sober. So when I came to Australia and was abused the exact same way by my mother who was completely sober, I was terrified.
I was made to become independent overnight. I was made to become a second parent over night. There was no more love, kindness or compassion. I was on my own.
My mother favoured my 2 siblings at the time over me. It got even worse when my 2 younger siblings were born (not twins, but she did have her tubes tied twice and they were still conceived).
When I say favoured I mean favoured. I was the definition of a middle child even if I no longer was. My mother said she brought me here to Australia to give me a better life, a life she never lived.
She had to grow up too fast and look after her younger siblings. Which was the exact life she gave me anyways. If not worse.
I was the maid of the house. I did all the chores. I got everyone ready for school. I had to get everyone to school, I had to make sure they had breakfast. After school I had to bring them home, then make them dinner, help them with their homework and do the evening chores. All before I got to do my homework.
Because of all this was waking up at 5am daily and going to bed at around 11pm and usually falling asleep at my desk trying to do my homework.
I was never allowed to go out with friends or attend birthday parties and I was never thrown one either (except for my 16th, which was at a restaurant, and 18th, even then the effort was lacking. Compared to every other party she has ever thrown for the rest of my siblings mine looked like it was thrown together the night before with whatever was left over in the house from previous parties).
Great example, my 26th birthday just passed on the 16/05 and she didn’t even wish me a happy birthday, but if I ever forgot a holiday, birthday or whatever it was and didn’t wish her a good one or contact my siblings first to wish them a good one, I would be yelled at and told that I don’t care for the family and that I didn’t want to be apart of it.
Everything that went wrong in their lives was my fault. Even if she knew it wasn’t, but because I was the oldest I should take responsibility. Mind you Tee is older than me by 2 years. Yet he never got made to lift a finger.
If glass child means children being ignored. I guess I was the invisible cloak. I often got left at home when they went out. I’ve been left at home with the whole house locked (windows included).
I was made to be a waitress at every single party or event she threw. I was always taken out of all extracurricular activities because my siblings didn’t want to do them anymore and I wasn’t even allowed to play representative sports for the school when I made the team after tryouts.
Some of the ‘punishments’ she gave me due to my white lies about chores and stealing money out of her purse or taking snacks (they were locked in her room):

1. No food
2. Extra chores
3. A beating
4. All three
5. Locked in the shed

While my siblings only got a smack on the bum for the exact same things.
She made me find a job as soon as I was legally allowed to, but Tee didn’t hear about it until after he graduated. Which he almost didn’t make due to always being late and failing academically.
My mother also didn’t believe me when the truth about me being sa’d by her ex came out. DOCK’s (Australian CPS) came to investigate as a friend I had confided in told a teacher at school. Her excuse was “How can I believe you when you lie so much?”. Mind you this was after I told her I would be happy to go to the police station to do a lie detector test. Guess who was all against it?
She had pulled me out and I wasn’t able to finish my high school schooling. Due to her not wanting to deal with me and my sa lies. She had sent me to Thailand to live with Dee again.
That day was the day it concreted the loveless relationship I had with my mother. That’s when I knew she didn’t care for me but just needed someone around to keep the house maintained and a free babysitter.
Whenever I tried talking to her casually as a friend I’m told to be quite cause I’m annoying. I’m told to always be there for everyone, but no one is told to ever be there for me. She always made me late to school and events, including my job at the time. Yes, the one she forced on me.
Please bare in mind, this job hunt was when I was 14. I didn’t get to use the money I worked for. I didn’t actually gain courage to stand up for myself until I met my husband when I was 18.
Till this day. 8 years after I’ve left her home and gone low contact am I still hurt. As of this past month I’ve been crying and so depressed. I don’t know why and I hate it.
I hate that I still want the love. I hate that it hurts me to see her always out and about with my siblings knowing full well when I try to make plans with her she’s always busy.
I hate it. I’m so sorry to come on here and ruin anyones day, but I had to get this off my chest. I can’t keep also bringing my husband down. He has been the biggest support and I know I’m not alone, but I feel so alone. All because of a mother I know doesn’t love me. No matter how many times she says she does.
Her actions have spoken volumes. She had instilled in me to be family oriented, yet they have never reciprocated any of it towards me. This includes my other siblings and not just my mother, but that’s another story entirely.
Thank you all for reading.

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I (32m) haven't been diagnosed. But the more I read, the more I feel like I've been on the spectrum my entire life. Im in a situation where I've had to move back in with authoritarian parents. I think they love me and want the best. But I can't go to them for advice. They can't give me good advice because they don't know the real me, because I've been masking ever since I can remember. They also have an agenda, which is to get me "the fuck back out of their house as soon as possible." So even despite the masking, they have self interests that make it, in my opinion, impossible to get useful advice from. I don't have any money or insurance to see some or even talk to someone about this. I'm becoming increasingly suicidal (diagnosed MDD & ADHD). I haven't taken my medication (fluoxetine) in months because I can't afford the copay and my doctor won't fill another prescription until I go in person for a checkup. I saught companionship about a year ago and have been in a relationship with a woman who I recently realized that I don't care for. She's manipulative and condescending and honestly the exact opposite of the smart, liberal, understanding, supportive women that I'm used to dating. She's now 12 weeks pregnant, is super in love with me, and is so excited for us to have a baby. The plan has been to find some sort of employment (probably another kitchen), ask her father for his blessing, settle down ect ect.
I have nothing to my name and nobody to turn to. I was never taken to the doctor as a child. Even though I grew up upper-middle class. And I didn't go in my 20s because I self medicated with marijuana. I stay locked in my bed all day every day, where I used to watch TV or play video games, or scroll on my phone, among other interests; but now I just cuddle my dog and cry until I can't anymore, at which point I stare at the walls or the ceiling, wishing I could just fall asleep, which comes rarely. I do not do drugs. Ive brought up to my parents that there's a possibility I could have some sort of autism, but they immediately dismiss it. I feel so incredibly helpless and if one more internet person tells me "you're not alone" I'm going to disintegrate.
Ive been misunderstood by anyone who has ever meant anything to me, as well as those who don't.

I’m 20F, and technically the only child of my parents(61F and 67M). I have a half sister(38F) that I share my mom with, however she has cut me off ever since she started her transitioning journey-she used to be a male- plus she lives in the UK. I have been always supportive of her, but obviously I cannot force her to keep in touch with me.
My parents and I moved to the US when I was 14 from Turkey. They do not know how to speak English nor do we have a house or anything here. They’ve been trying to make some money with the minimum wage jobs my uncle gives them, but obviously that is not enough. I worked hard enough to put myself through high school and college, and now I have landed a job at the Fed that guarantees me some stability. However, government jobs, especially when entry level, do not pay enough.
I do not know how I’ll be able to afford an apartment that will fit us all that is considerably close to the city. I do not want to send them back to Turkey, because I freak out at the thought of something happening to one of them and me not being there. I rarely get to enjoy myself when I go out due to the same lurking thought. I cannot travel abroad, because I feel horrible that I’m leaving them behind all while my peers are taking world tours.
All of this is so debilitating, and driving me to depression. The fact that I have to worry about my parents, money, being alone while everybody gets to enjoy themselves kills me. I cannot even get to pursue a PhD, which is something I have always wanted to do, because I need to be able to make money to take care of my parents. I feel so alone, and I do not know how to cope
I apologize that my thoughts are all over the place; I have way too many grievances that stem from being an only child that probably will not fit into a single Reddit post

Tyler
Cassie had taken over the discussion from there on, entering the formal interview stage of the chat with Miu'Kin, as was her right as first wife. She was the arbiter in the end, and she had a veto that Miu'Kin needed to clear before she could get the thumbs up or down from Tyler to formally join the marriage. Cassie didn't give the other woman any slack either, she might not be a warrior, but a mother needed her own kind of spine, and even with Nara on hand, Cassie wanted to make sure the children were safe with Miu'Kin as a guardian too.
"What would you do if there was a threat to the children while the rest of us are away Miu'Kin?" Cassie asks, close to the end of her intended questions.
None of them had expected Miu'Kin's eyes to blaze.
"A threat? To the children! What kind? I might not be a battle princess but by the goddess's shell I won't-" Miu'Kin stops, a small jet of flame coming from her nostrils. "Err.. I uhm. I'm sorry. I get... passionate about protecting those who can't protect themselves. My first year working in a daycare, someone who claimed to be an Orega Girl tried to kidnap one of my charges, a sweet little boy... I uh. Killed her with my bare hands. I don't remember it. I saw red, forced her outside, sealed the nursery and triggered an alarm and then proceeded to beat her into a paste. I don't remember any of it, but I uh... apparently finished her off beating her with her own arm after ripping it off. No one's ever threatened the children of that nursery again and I haven't worked there in over a decade."
Matroika leans in. "...I want to call bullshit so badly, but you're such a sweetheart I actually believe you."
"It was in the news a whole bunch. My name was redacted because of the possible organized crime angle, to try to prevent retaliation, but you should be able to search Heart Shell Nursery kidnapping attempt or something similar and it'll pop up."
"I'm on it girls."
Tyler pulls out his communicator and does a little search, and sure enough, exactly as Miu'Kin had described it. He quickly passes his communicator around, letting the girls all look for themselves.
"Well I'll be damned!" Matroika looks up from Tyler's communicator, clearly reassessing the other woman. "For such a demure gal, seems like you can bring that Apuk fire when it counts. She's got my vote girls. Seems like a perfect fit to me!"
Cassie coughs delicately into her hand. "I didn't realize we were at the voting stage yet, but I suppose we can have the discussion now."
Miu'Kin moves to stand. "Would you like me to wait outside the privacy field?"
Cassie shakes her head and motions her to sit down. "No, unless one of the others would like to you, I don't think that's necessary. Nara?"
Nara makes a show of considering things for a few moments. "I say yes to welcoming Miu'Kin as our new sister."
Cassie looks to Elyria. "What about you Elyria?"
"I say yes! Miu'Kin's a sweetheart and she can protect the children with all that Apuk ferocity where it counts? Sounds perfect for us." Elyria beams over at the other woman.
Cassie nods. "Well I see no reason to dissent from my sisters, I say yes. I think Miu'Kin will be a fine addition to our family. Tyler?"
All eyes now focus on Tyler who strokes his chin for a moment before smiling over at the lovely redhead, putting a shiver down her spine.
"I don't see why not. Miu'Kin, would you do me the honor of marrying me?"
To her credit, Miu'Kin, clearly a bit over stimulated, manages to squeak out a "Yes!" before she passes out, thankfully being caught by Matroika before she can hit the table.
"Heh, guess she got a little overexcited, not that I can blame her, getting to marry our hubby should be exciting!"
Caring Conquests apparently had people pass out frequently enough that a nurse was kept on staff, and Miu'Kin's back on her feet before too long, the shy beauty boldly taking Tyler's hand and nearly passing out again as the Sarkins head down to Caring Conquests' legal office and sit through another intense round of paperwork. True to Bey'Tor's word, the second round of Miu'Kin's fees for the matchmaking service are waived, and in what felt like no time at all, the Sarkins, plus one redhead, are standing on the sidewalk in the warm sunshine of a late morning on Serbow.
Tyler stretches before taking Miu'Kin's hand again. He'd decided that since it was theoretically her wedding day, he'd be giving her some special attention above and beyond what he tried to normally give his wives. They'd do a ceremony with the skipper back on the Tear of course, but for now... he gives Miu'Kin's hand a squeeze, savoring the warmth radiating from her as she looks over at him with a shy smile, clearly doing her best to suppress just how giddy she is about the whole thing.
"So Miu'Kin, since you're local to the capital, care to give us the tour?"
"I... I can do that! Yes! I'd love to! Anywhere in particular that any of you would like to go?"
Tyler pulls his communicator out. "Well we have a list we can go through and you can tell us what you-"
"Hey sir!"
Tyler looks up at a distinctly male voice calling out to him and finds a small group of Marines and sailors, many of them with their spouses, disembarking off an airbus. The man who'd called out to him, one of the senior petty officers from the squadron, races up and visibly resists saluting Tyler since they're out of uniform for once.
"What's up Petty Officer Tywin? Seems like quite a crowd."
Petty Officer First Class Scott Tywin nods. "Some of it's intentional, some of it's happenstance... this ad for this matchmaking service got sent out across the comm net an hour ago and a lot of us had been talking about adding Apuk gals to the family... hard to beat Caring Conquest's reputation from checking their reviews, a discount's just icing on the cake. We're also here to support Mark."
Tywin points to a man that Tyler recognizes as Mark "Tiger" Ayako, a Marine NCO and naval aircrewman.
"Oh? What's going on with Staff Sergeant Ayako?"
Tywin grins just as wide as he can. "Mark fell in love with the Apuk at first sight. Hell, at first description. Then he did some research and that was it. So we're something of a bachelor party and escort to make some Apuk girls extremely happy today. Not sure if they can shake out a battle princess from this joint, but I'm sure Mark would make any Apuk gal they match him with feel like a queen regardless."
"Hah." Tyler can't hold the laugh back. "How many girls is he intending to marry?"
"As many matches as come back good really. Plus one or two. There's a couple gals back on the Tear waiting for the Apuk to soften Mark up a bit before making their move themselves. So what brings you out here si- Oh."
Tywin looks twice at Miu'Kin and realizes it's not Nara or one of the other Sarkin girls.
"I take it you're a happy customer sir?"
"Something like that Tywin. This is Miu'Kin, my new wife."
Tywin nods cordially to Miu'Kin. "Pleasure to meet you ma'am, and congratulations to both of you on your wedding."
Miu'Kin bows her head slightly to Tywin, but keeps her peace, trying to hide a sudden bout of shyness beneath demure good manners, something Tyler suspects is part of her normal coping strategies.
Tywin looks over his shoulder at the group heading towards Caring Conquests, there was a small group of women lagging behind who were clearly Tywin’s own wives.
"Alright, gotta get back to the family! Enjoy the rest of your day boss!"
And in a flash the last of the small mob of Marines and sailors are inside as Tyler grins like a maniac.
"Hell just off that crowd I bet I'm going to get a very happy text from Bey'Tor. Seems like you're not the only happy blushing bride in the Capital city today Miu'Kin... and seems like the Tear is going to be getting a strong Apuk expat population."
Cassie chuckles into her wing. "At the rate things are going, Apuk might even equal or out number the Horchka. An interesting development for sure. Now... where should we be off to? Perhaps we could do a little shopping as well, to help Miu'Kin prepare for her move up to the Tear?"
Miu'Kin nods eagerly. "Oh that would be really lovely of you! I would quite enjoy company as I shop... and I must say I've ah. Never been to space before. Never mind made an extended trip to deep space or anything like that. So any of your experience you'd be willing to share with me, I'd greatly appreciate it."
"Of course, that's what family's for!" Cassie answers for the group, flexing her wings a bit and letting herself stretch, unintentionally emphasizing her gravid stomach... which lets loose a growl worthy of a grizzly bear. A blushing Cassie rests a hand on her stomach. "Oh dear. Seems I'm a bit peckish. Please excuse me."
Tyler shakes his head. "We haven't eaten anything but some snacks since this morning and you're eating for three dear, maybe we should all get some lunch. Miu'Kin? Care to recommend a local place?"
"Of course! One of my favorite places is actually nearby!"
Miu'Kin happily trots along, hand in hand with Tyler, and eventually points over at a building in the distance.
"That's the place!"
"Huh!" Tyler peers a bit closer with an axiom boost to his vision. "Well I'll be damned, looks like a tavern straight out of a roleplaying game mixed with a greasy spoon diner from back home. I love the look, the Apuk really nail some aesthetics that really appeal to me. That said... I can't read Cindertongue, Miu'Kin, what's the name of this place?"
"Oh! Sorry! It's 'Flame Charred With Love: Apuk Family Style Dining'!"
That got everyone's attention.
Cassie's wings ruffle just a bit. "Apuk family style cuisine? Ooh! That sounds lovely. As a fellow carnivore I know I enjoy Apuk food."
"Hell I'm down for any kind of home cooking. Nara says she isn't much of a cook but I've devoured every Apuk dish she's made me." Tyler notes, remembering some excellent meals.
"Bit rich for us omnivores sometimes, but I suppose that's what making a salad back in orbit is for." Matroika chuckles.
"Four carnivores in the family does make life hard when you like vegetables as more than a garnish, you're not wrong, darling."
Miu'Kin nods. "Well I'm a pretty good cook! I even know how to cook with vegetables. Just give me your favorite recipes! Between Nara and I we'll keep everyone fed! I think you'll like this place though, it's Apuk home cooking just like Mama..."
Miu'Kin freezes dead in her tracks as she reaches for the door.
"...Oh no."
"What's wrong, honey?"
The term of endearment melts Miu'Kin just a bit as she tries to compose herself.
"I eat here so often that I kinda spaced why I eat here. My uh. My mother owns this place, she's usually on shift. Some of my sisters and other mothers work here too, you could call it a family business. Working at the diner as a waitress was my first job."
Tyler shrugs. "So? This is good, I was hoping to get a chance to meet your mother at least before we left the planet."
"Sure, but I just... it. Okay. If you're sure. It can. Family."
Miu'Kin looks into Tyler's eyes, and finding only reassurance and a smile there, takes a second to steel herself and pushes through the heavy wooden door to the jingle of a bell.
"Come on in folks, we got a table ready just for you!"
An older Apuk woman with silver in her red hair and smile lines carved into her caramel skin calls out from where she's tending a spit in the middle of the mostly open kitchen, a smile on her face big enough that you could probably see it from orbit if she went outside. Then she actually looks to see who had just come through her door.
"Oh! Hey sweetie! Who are your fri-" The woman, Miu'Kin's mother it seemed, eyes actually focus on Tyler properly now, and drop down to where Miu'Kin's still firmly holding Tyler's hand. "-riends?"
Miu'Kin swallows loudly. "Uhm, Mom. This is my new husband, Tyler, and his other wives."
For a second. One brief second. Every noise in the restaurant ceased.
The live fish in the tank, clearly marked as food, stopped moving.
A waitress nearly dropped a plate.
Diners looked up from the booths.
Deeper in the kitchen, a few other older Apuk women, presumably sister wives or sisters of Miu'Kin's mother, all stick their heads out to see what in the shell is happening.
Then all hell breaks loose in the way only a family with up to a hundred odd mothers-in-law can.
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As a child my mother harmed me. She has had a tramatic event as a child, it isn't her fault her parents didn't notice. She has had severe munchausen by proxy since I can remember. She has no heart, she is calculating, and she should have never been able to adopt. She has reviled at the fact, myself being young, she destroyed and killed every animal I have ever had. She made me tell my friends I couldn't be their friends anymore because they only used me. They became angry with me for something I knew wasn't correct. If I didn't do it I would be tortured emotionally and mentally. She would destroy relationships with my boyfriends and family members abroad. She tried to make me vain and tried to make me treat others like they were beneath me and that was never the case. If I didn't do exactly what she said, she would beat me down mentally and emotionally. She has physically and verbally abused me my entire life. Everyone close to me in my family that truly loved me, they ended up with psych problems and dead. Every relationship I have had she destroyed purposely. When I lived below her, married and eith child, she would go through my trash. She would destruct my home while I was gone and take everything I loved. Two children later and a new marriage, she found a way to inpute herself in our lives from one part of the country to the complete opposite side. She would call cps because I wouldn't let her speak to them on the phone. Nothing happened. I am not a hover parent, but a parent who understands her children and loves them dearly. My birthing has put her disease in full throttle and she is evil. She's making my kids like her. Their father too. They don't know how to love. They only take everything. Cheat, play the victim, lie and deceive. I cannot be without my children. She has made them hotendous. She makes sure and everyone in my small town as well. I have no way to get a job, a burglary charge, stealing off my car to build their own. My things, my money. Horrible people with parents not caring. Envy, jealousy, hate. Towards my family when I was adopted and nothing like them. Please, someone come help me I beg you. Help my children and I. She's aging and only becoming more gruesome at the moment. I need a pi in the worst way possible. God, save my daughters souls and help my mother and my situation. God, please save my family from my mother's disease and this whole town's. Help us Lord. We need a miracle.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Marcus is content to stay inside you after you both orgasm, but when he finally slips out of you, he grabs a warm washcloth to sweetly clean you up so you don’t have to do the awkward walk to the bathroom. When you do get up to pee, he’ll find your panties for you in the sheets at the bottom of the bed, just in case you want to wear them while you sleep. If he’s planning a special evening, he’ll fill up the bath with steaming hot water in advance, and lead you to the tub afterwards for soothing warmth and soft kisses and caresses. He knows he’s big, so he’s always concerned about whether you’re in discomfort after sex, and he’ll offer extra cuddles and soft strokes over your entrance if you’re feeling sore. If you’re at his house, he keeps an extra blanket in his bedroom to throw over you before you fall asleep, because he sleeps warm but knows you get chilly. And of course, he sleep-cuddles with you all night long, making you feel safe and secure.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) First, your hands. He loves holding your hand, playing with it, feeling that connection with you. He is fascinated with how tiny your hands are compared to his, and you love how he holds your hand during mundane everyday moments, like walking to dinner, riding the metro, or simply sitting together on the couch while you read or watch TV. He loves your skin in general, how soft you are, how good you smell. He softly rubs his fingers over you when you cuddle together on his couch, like you are his source of comfort. But he is also a boob man, and nothing gets him going like seeing a glimpse of your cleavage or a taut nipple through thin fabric. The first time he took your bra off, he couldn’t stop holding you in his big hands, thumbing your nipples, suckling your soft skin. If you are going on a special date, you’ll purposefully wear a shirt or dress that shows off your chest, then tease him when he flushes stealing glances at you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Marcus is all about intimacy, so he loves finishing inside you. At first you used condoms, but after getting tested, you both agreed to go without, and the first time he was able to cum in you without any barrier, he was so turned on by the feeling of filling you with his cum, he got hard again before even pulling out. You love giving him an intimate lingam massage, and at the last moment, when you see him start to pulse, take him into your mouth and swallow as he cums down your throat. He almost passed out the first time he experienced this with you, and now it’s your favorite way to make him feel special. But, for everyday intimacy, he still loves finishing in you and staying inside to savor your tight warmth, gently stroking and kissing all the soft parts of you he can reach.
D = Drunk (what they’re like when they’ve been drinking) Believe it or not, Marcus gets even MORE affectionate when he’s been drinking. If you’re home, he’s pulling you onto his lap and whispering sweet adorations in your ear while his hands stroke your arms and legs and ass. If you’re in public, his hand is running up your leg under the table, and in the backseat of the taxi, he’s slowly making his way up your thigh and teasing you over your panties until you are holding back whimpers, gripping his wrists and closing your eyes in pleasure. He never gets so sloppy drunk he needs help, but he’ll have a few extra drinks if he knows he gets to take you home and make sweet, tipsy love to you for the rest of the night.
E = Emergency Situations (what they’re like in an emergency) I mean, he’s an FBI agent. You’ve never felt safer than when you’re sleeping in his arms. He hates having to bring his gun on dates, but you assure him you understand, and you secretly feel a little better knowing he’s prepared if anything goes south. And he looks hot wearing it. The first time he came to your apartment, he checked your locks and alarms (with your permission) to make sure you were safe. He has some quirks, like never sitting with his back to a doorway, or silently checking out every person who walks in the room, but you understand it’s a part of his training. You feel safe walking with him through the streets of D.C. at night, and you often suggest walking back to either your or his apartment instead of taking the metro or a taxi. You both love these moments together walking hand in hand through the city, sometimes in silence, just enjoying each others’ presence.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) This man loves missionary because it allows him to be close to your sweet face, but there is nothing boring about it. He thinks like both an artist and a cop, so he's going to pay close attention to your moans of pleasure and how your body responds to his touches. He'll take his time stroking and building your desire with his hands and mouth, and then when you are absolutely aching for him, he’ll cage you in his strong biceps and slowly, sweetly, inch by inch, fill you completely, your hands gripping his muscular arms and back as he stretches you. And when he finally starts moving, his big hands stroking your hair and face, he’ll use his tongue to do to your mouth what his cock is doing to you elsewhere, until you lose yourself in pleasure in his arms.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Marcus is definitely more sweet than goofy, but he does like tickling you out of nowhere on the couch or in bed in the mornings, because he knows it leads to more touching and soft kisses and sex. During sex, he is usually too worried about making sure you feel good and safe to joke around too much, but he can laugh when things go wrong, like accidentally leaning on your hair or an awkward position change. Or that time you got a little excited and spilled the red wine sitting on the side table all over the bed. (Oops!)
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Judging by his well-groomed head and facial hair, you guessed he would also be well-groomed below, and you were right. Not bare, but closely trimmed. It made his dick look even bigger. As if he needed it.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Marcus believes intimacy starts long before sex. He’ll cook for you, give you massages, and tell you all the things he loves about your body as he notices them. At first, it’s a little hard for you to accept, because you’re not used to hearing what someone loves about you, but you soon realize he wears his heart on his sleeve, and you learn to appreciate how openly he adores you. You give him compliments, soft touches, head scritches, and splurge on his favorite bakery treats as a way to make him feel loved, too. And by the time you are in bed, the world-shattering orgasms you share are the natural progression of your intimacy.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Marcus would prefer to cum in you, not kleenex, so he doesn’t jack-off very often any more. If its been a while since he’s been able to see you, he’ll gladly engage in mutual Facetime sex with you. It’s especially hot if you’re both in hotel rooms. Oh, and that one time you texted him that picture, and he had to shut his office door and quickly stroke himself to completion so he didn’t walk into his next meeting with an erection.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) You suggested once that Marcus stay in his suit, complete with badge and gun, and slowly undress you, until you were fully nude. You sat on his lap, and being able to hold you naked against him while he remained fully clothed uncovered a slight domination kink he never knew he had. It was still important to him he didn’t hurt you, but you encouraged him to touch and explore you, and by the time he finally took out his cock, you were both on the verge of cumming as soon as he slid into you. He also loves cockwarming, because it satisfies his need for intimacy and closeness. He’ll cuddle in behind you in bed and slide himself inside you, and you love feeling full and warm and safe. Or, sometimes he’ll stay on his back while you sleep on his body, chest to chest, and he’ll put his arms around you while you sleep with his cock buried deep inside you. You especially love when you wake up in the middle of the night to his sleepy moans and the feel of him growing hard inside you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Definitely his bedroom. He takes pride in having created a bed worth fucking in: high thread count sheets, down pillows, soft, gray-toned bedding, flattering lighting, candles, and a very sturdy headboard. He loves seducing you on the sofa or in the kitchen, then leading you by the hand to his bedroom, and falling into the luxurious bed with you. His side table always has lube, and other sweet, sensual enhancements. And of course, his master bathroom is elegant and warm, with a tray for washcloths next to the sink, and thick, fluffy towels outside the bathtub and glass shower. It’s his favorite place to spend hours and hours with you, and some Sundays, he only gets up to answer the food delivery driver at the front door, or to grab more wine.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Marcus is motivated by love and how much he adores you. He expresses himself through touch and sex, so just spending time with you puts him in the mood. He loves your hair, your eyes, the way you lean into his soft caresses and use his belly or biceps as a warm pillow. When you lovingly scratch his back and stroke his scalp? Forget about it. Instant erection. And whether you are dressed for comfort or for going out, he loves your style and is turned on by the thought of being lucky enough to be with the most beautiful woman in the room. But, don’t even get him started on lingerie. His first erection was seeing a Victoria’s Secret catalog on the kitchen table as a boy, and he’s never gotten over the titillating thrill of lace, satin, and shyly exposed curves. He has a degree in Art History, and definitely has an eye for beauty and sensual experiences. He buys you panties and chemises to keep at his place, and on special occasions, spends all evening fantasizing about what you’re wearing underneath, and just how you’ll disrobe for him later. (You love surprising him with a merry widow, garters, and thigh highs in his favorite color.) In fact, given the chance, he’ll try to convince you to let him undress you before you even have a chance to go out for the night, and just stay in.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Degradation is off the table, as well as anything that hurts you. He’s nervous to leave a mark. And you’ve asked him to explore light choking, but he’s just not there yet.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Marcus is a pleaser, and his love language is ‘touch’, so he prefers to give, and his oral game is off the charts. He starts by kissing and caressing your whole body, so you’re completely warmed up and tingling before he even reaches your center. He loves focusing on you and hearing your moans and sighs of pleasure, and the way you say his name over and over, like a prayer, when you’re close to cumming. You’ve felt like you nearly passed out a few times, just from the intensity of the orgasms he gives you. (And as a bonus, it’s a little easier for his large member to slide in afterwards.) As far as receiving, you’ve finally convinced him you also get turned on when he finishes in your mouth, but what he really loves is the attention you pay to his body: the feel of your hands on his thick thighs, kissing your way down his neck and chest and belly trail, using your hands and mouth together to massage and suck his cock and sensitive head. And if he does come in your mouth, he enjoys the intimacy of you swallowing, if you’re up for it. He especially loves when you slide your thumb firmly up his cock after he finishes, emptying the last bits of cum from him, licking the head to get every last drop. And then gently cleaning him with a washcloth in the warm candlelight. He looks at you with such love in his eyes, and reaches for you, pulling you tightly against him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) In the dictionary next to ‘slow and sensuous’, there is a picture of Marcus. His preference is to spend hours and hours in bed with you, incorporating soft music, candles, wine, oils, and adoration of your body, bringing you to the edge with his tongue and hands, then plunging you over the edge when he thrusts into you. In fact, sometimes you just want it hard and fast, but it’s foreign to him. Why take 20 minutes when you can take 2 hours? You know to keep your Saturday evenings and Sunday mornings open for Marcus and his love of sensuality.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Marcus likes to make a fuss, so quickies go against everything in his heart. He’ll do it to please you, such as if you only have a little while before dinner, or if you are feeling stressed or in pain and need a release. But he doesn’t really initiate them.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Listen. Marcus is all about risk. It’s why he became an FBI Agent, and why he enjoys the cat-and-mouse game that comes with chasing art thieves. He has never had an idea he didn’t act on, no matter how inappropriate or impetuous. So when it comes to sex, he’s more than willing to introduce some risk, as long as you are not going to be hurt. Sex in the evidence room? Fuck yeah. He’ll teach you about the art while he fingers you next to a priceless statue. Role playing FBI Agent and sexy art thief? Oh yeah, he’s down for that, and knows exactly what to do with you once he catches you. You plan to give him fur-lined handcuffs for his birthday, just so he feels more secure about not hurting you. And you can’t wait.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) The great thing about Marcus Pike is he knows sex is more than just penetration. He usually is good for two rounds before he needs time to recover, but that doesn’t mean you are only going to experience a round or two. When it comes to giving you pleasure and making you feel adored, his stamina is endless. He’s always ready to caress and kiss and stroke you, massage you, feed you sensuous bites of the special meal he’s made for you, and stay awake until you are satiated.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) His side drawer has a few little goodies you never expected, like nipple tingle cream (he loves applying it!), oils for massaging your back, thighs, and ass when you have stressful days, and a heavy feather pillow to put under your hips, raising you into the perfect position to take him as deeply as possible. You recently stashed a silk scarf in the drawer, and he’s open to you trying it on him, this time. Perfect for heightening the lingam massage experience. He’s not opposed to battery toys, but he’ll wait for you to suggest it, because he’s not sure what you’d like, and he wants you to enjoy it.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Marcus wears his heart on his sleeve a little too openly to be a tease, but the exception is when he incorporates his love for art into foreplay by painting your semi-nude portrait. You’ll never forget the first time he showed you his home studio; you had no idea he was an artist, but his talent inspired his art history degree and career, and he softly asks you, while stroking your bare arm with the back of his fingers, if you’d be willing to pose for him. You nod in agreement, swallowing nervously. He chooses what you’re (barely) wearing, and keeps you warm with a heater while he sketches and paints. Every now and then, he’ll stop to just admire you, and when you self-consciously ask him, “What??” he smiles and says, “Just making some decisions, sweetheart.” Or, “Just admiring the most beautiful art I’ve ever seen.” But he won’t let you see the painting until he’s finished, and it takes several sessions. No matter what, he won’t budge. You didn’t know he had it in him to say “No” to you! But when he finally unveils your portrait, it was worth the wait.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Marcus isn’t very loud, but what he lacks in volume, he makes up for with expressive words of adoration and sensuality. He’s usually whispering to you, rather than loudly moaning, but you love his voice in your ear, urging you to orgasm with his words, tongue, and cock. And when he stops talking and uses his mouth to kiss and lick your ear? Instant cum button.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Marcus has been married 3 times. No kids, though.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He stays in shape running, and is proud of his muscular legs. As he’s gotten older, he has a soft little tummy you love, and both his belly and his broad shoulders are perfect for your head when you’re cuddling on the couch. As far as his cock, he’s above average in both length and girth, so he takes extra care to make sure you are wet and soft before sliding inside you. In fact, after the first time you had sex with him multiple times in one night, you were bleeding a little bit the next morning, just due to how stretched you were inside by his huge erect cock. He felt terrible, but you assured him it didn’t hurt, due to not having many nerve endings up there. But, he is now mindful to ask if you’re okay before starting another round, and you have to assure him it’s always worth it.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) High. Sky high. International Space Station high. He can’t get enough of you. It doesn’t matter whether you’re in a fancy gown, comfy yoga pants and t-shirt, or sexy lingerie: he wants you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Marcus never falls asleep first, if he can help it. Sometimes when you’ve given him a lingam massage and warm washcloth cleanup, he struggles, and you are quick to whisper in his ear it’s okay to fall asleep, his arms around you, using your breasts he loves so much as his favorite pillow. But usually he stays awake to make sure you’re not shivering from cold or uncomfortable in any way, and only falls asleep when he hears your breathing soften and slow down, and your body relax into his cuddling embrace. Usually the last thing you remember is his soft kiss against your temple. But first to wake up? Always you. Sometimes you wake him up by stroking his hardening cock, sometimes with gentle kisses on his face, and sometimes with soft fingers stroking the fair away from his peacefully sleeping face. He’ll gladly stay awake after you if it means he gets to wake up to your gentle ministrations.

((Credit goes to the one and only u/SpacePaladin15 for his Nature of Predators story upon which this is based! Still getting used to the formatting, but I think I am getting the hang of it!)) FIRST // PREVIOUS // NEXT
Memory transcription subject: Arxur exchange subject Syle
Date [standardized human time]: October 20, 2136
I don’t know which was a bigger pain in my tail. Jack, the shots, or these gnashing seats! There is nowhere for my tail to go and this cheap helicopter keeps bouncing all over the place! Sure, we had to use a civilian model to hide something was up, but could they at least have brought in a fancy one!
Ah well. The view is fantastic though. Gorgeous mountains as far as the eye could see. The valley was full of little towns and cities here and there, but it was mostly forest! One human called it a “park,” but my translator didn’t really have much to say about it. All I knew is that I had rarely seen so much green in my life!
Soon we went towards one of the taller mountains deeper in the wooded areas. Jack said something about being in his family a very long time, about how the park grew around it, and more but I couldn’t give a venlil shit about it yet. I was just busy… looking.
All my missions had been in cities since my small size let me hunt better there. Sure there were some hunts and collections that took place in more sparsely populated areas like this, but I never got to see them. Didn’t help I hatched on a ship and spent pretty much my whole life spacebound.
Soon we settled into a long, but pretty thin grassy area by a house. There was a long road made of loose rocks going down the mountains nearby and at the other end of the grass was a bunch of metal, wood, and more with a large pile of dirt and wood behind them. The house itself was HUGE! At least by my standards. It had two super large bay doors on one side, a wooden covered platform to stand guard, two floors with one huge window, and a orange-red stone pipe on the side pointing up, probably so one could have a fire inside. The sides were clearly made of trees stacked on their sides. A “log cabin” the pilot said.
Well, it's my home now. I wonder who else lives here? Its a barracks big enough for quite a few families.
As we climbed out of the helicopter I kept expecting someone to come out, but nobody did. “Hey Jack! Who else lives here?” I screamed out as the helicopter slowly lifted away. Gnashing thing was as loud as a krakotl! “Just me!” He called back as the helicopter floated away.
“Venlil shit. Who else?” I turned to him and crossed my arms. No way this complex was for one man!
“You now.” He said with a shrug as he walked to the door. He had changed into those blue pants and the small top that humans called a “t-shirt.” His other clothes and gear had been put in his car. “No really! I know its big, but hey, inheritance.” He bared his teeth in that “smile” andmade an odd noise. Laughing? “Welcome home. Besides, not like the gov would want anyone else knowing you are here. The basement is full of junk and guns and shit. Don’t worry about that. Upstairs is just my study and office.”
The first room was rather large. It had a TV, a place for a fire, a large and long chair made of animal skin, and a bunch of devices by the TV. In the next room was a kitchen that was far larger than I was used to. I read that humans prefer to “cook” food, but didn’t expect there to be so many tools to do it with.
“Rooms are down the hall.” He explained as he sat down on the long chair with a grunt. “Ohhh fuck yes. Here. Take a seat.” He patted the skin chair by himself and I sat down on the far side of it.
Oh. OH. Oh betterment this is heaven! The chair is cold, yes, but I thought it was just bloated! It was like sitting on what I thought a bed made of venlil fur felt like! I hissed and let my eyes close as I sunk into its embrace. As I relaxed for… probably the first time in my life really I listened and heard nothing.
No screaming sentients being butchered or eaten.
No tiny brained hunters arguing.
No engine or mechanical noises.
Silence besides some animals and the wind.
I could feel the long chair move a bit as the human clearly wanted to talk to me, but he didn’t. He let me just relax for awhile before getting up and leaving me in this bliss. I could feel my tail curling before I started to feel the cold air tickle my scales. Before I could complain though I heard doors opening and shutting followed by a smell.
FOOD.
My eyes shot open in time to see the human walking in with a bowl of red meat. Fresh. Red. Meat. I paused and looked up at him. This was a whole day’s rations. No! TWO days rations! In one bowl! I didn’t even know what it was from!
“It's just some cuts of venison I was planning on making a stew out of later. Nothing too fancy. OH! That is deer by the way. Non sentient.” He explained before putting the whole bowl in my lap. “It's not cooked or seasoned, but figured you would want something simple to start with.” He explained before sitting back down.
Mine? MINE!
Chunk after chunk of meat met my mouth. My teeth tearing into the soft, cold flesh. It was the best meat I had ever tasted in my LIFE! No taste of the fear, no shame of knowing something that thought suffered for this, and the taste alone! I had no words! I hissed as my tail went nuts. I ate and ate until the bowl was empty.
But by the prophet I was full. No. The prophet, betterment, hunters, it could all ROT for all I care! I closed my eyes again and relaxed. The human could slit my throat right now and I would be okay. My belly was full for the first time in my life. Not only that, but it was full of meat I didn’t feel horrible about. The chair I was in was the best thing I had ever sat on and nobody was screaming near me or looking for a reason to call me defective.
Did one of those shots kill me? This was too good to be life!
He let me lay there for a bit, my tail happily thumping as he started to set up a fire. Soon the room was warm with wonderful smells as well. This. This was almost too much.
Two of what humans called hours passed and I woke back up with a happy hiss. The night was starting to fall and the human was relaxed by me in looser fitting clothing that looked soft. I was covered in a blanket that felt like it was woven out of venlil fur and somehow the chair had tilted back and raised up the bottom to hold my feet and legs up.
He was tapping away on his datapad before looking over at me with a grin. “Hey, how do you feel?” He asked before looking back to his pad. His voice was soft, gentle, and sure even I could pick up on his amusement, but like rot I was going to care.
“Mmmf. Amazing.” My noises were… not intimidating at all, but for some reason he stiffened just a little. Weird, but it is my human. “If all the species in the galaxy knew of life like this I bet humans would have lines volunteer for even slavery.” I chuckled a bit before closing my eyes.
“Hm… probably not the slavery bit, but I do live comfy out here.” He chuckled a bit. “Hey, I am talking to random aliens on this app and a krakotl has the username “Firebird.” She is an exterminator so she just combined her job with what her species is. Gunna tell her about the mythical beast the phoenix.” He was already acting so casually around me. Guess seeing me sleep for so long made him drop his guard.
Not going to ruin this for ANYTHING though. Want more.
Wait. “Wait? You said a Krakotl exterminator? They are willing to talk to you? YOU are willing to talk to THEM after what they did to your kind?” I sat up and the chair returned to its normal setup. My eyes locked on his, there was no way he would be chatting with something like that!
“Yup.” He raised and lowered his shoulders again before tapping the top of his pad. “She didn’t attack us, just some crazy asshole of the same species. She wants to learn more about predators actually.” He explained. “It would be like me blaming you for what happened with the cradle. I read your empathy tests by the way. I know you didn’t like it.” His voice was calm, slow, gentle. Casually explaining to me he was talking with someone who should be both our enemy! Then again, I should be his. But here I am, just waking up from a short sleep on his comfy long-chair after he fed me.
Gnash it. Not going to worry about it.
“So… human… What are your plans for me?” I finally asked. No way he was just going to take me in like this without some sort of hard labor planned for me.
“Well. tonight and tomorrow get you settled in and teach you about human living.” Here it comes. The labor. “Then I will start setting you up with hunting lessons so you can help me hunt while I show you more things humans like.”
That wasn’t labor, that was more relaxing!
“So wait.” I pointed a claw at him as I narrowed my eyes. This was too good. “You just want to relax with me, teach me about human things, and spend time with me?”
His head moved up and down. “Yup. This is an exchange program. Not the prisoner kind either. We are here to learn about each other’s species. That, and make sure you don’t die.” He made that soft laughing noise again.
I sat back in the long chair again and stared at the ceiling. “So you have an Arxur female just in her prime, and you want to just… relax with her? You could do anything you want, make me do anything you want, and you just want to live with her?” I could barely believe it.
“Yup.” He nodded. “We don’t believe in slavery as humans. Fought wars to end it even.” He then went quiet for a few moments as his eyes went wide.
“Wait. FEMALE!?” He yelled out in clear surprise.
He didn’t know I was a girl!?
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The College Dropout
Intro
We Don’t Care
Graduation Day
All Falls Down
I’ll Fly Away
Spaceship
Jesus Walks
Never Let Me Down
Get Em High
Workout Plan
The New Workout Plan
Slow Jamz
Breathe In Breathe Out
School Spirit Skit 1
School Spirit
School Spirit Skit 2
Lil Jimmy Skit
Two Words
Through The Wire
Family Business
Last Call
Late Registration
Wake Up Mr. West
Heard ‘Em Say
Touch the Sky
Gold Digger
Skit No.1
Drive Slow
My Way Home
Crack Music
Roses
Bring Me Down
Addiction
Skit No.2
Diamonds From Sierra Leone (Remix)
We Major
Skit No.3
Hey Mama
Celebration
Skit No.4
Gone
Diamonds From Sierra Leone
Late
Graduation
Good Morning
Champion
Stronger
I Wonder
Good Life
Can’t Tell Me Nothing
Barry Bonds
Drunk and Hot Girls
Flashing Lights
Everything I Am
The Glory
Homecoming
Big Brother
Good Night
808s & Heartbreak
Say You Will
Welcome to Heartbreak
Heartless
Amazing
Love Lockdown
Paranoid
RoboCop
Street Lights
Bad News
See You In My Nightmares
Coldest Winter
Pinocchio Story
My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
Dark Fantasy
Gorgeous
POWER
All of the Lights (Interlude)
All of the Lights
Monster
So Appalled
Devil In A New Dress
Runaway
Hell Of A Life
Blame Game
Lost in the World
Who Will Survive in America
Watch the Throne
No Church in the Wild
Lift Off
Ni**as In Paris
Otis
Gotta Have It
New Day
That’s My Bitch
Welcome to the Jungle
Who Gon Stop Me
Murder To Excellence
Made In America
Why I Love You
Yeezus
On Sight
Black Skinhead
I Am a God
New Slaves
Hold My Liquor
I’m in It
Blood on the Leaves
Guilt Trip
Send It Up
Bound 2
The Life Of Pablo
Ultralight Beam
Father Stretch My Hands Pt. 1
Pt. 2
Famous
Feedback
Low Lights
Highlights
Freestyle 4
I Love Kanye
Waves
FML
Real Friends
Wolves
Frank’s Track
Siiiiiiiiilver Surffffeeeeer Intermission
30 Hours
No More Parties In LA
Facts (Charlie Heat Version)
Fade
Saint Pablo
ye
I Thought About Killing You
Yikes
All Mine
Wouldn’t Leave
No Mistakes
Ghost Town
Violent Crimes
KIDS SEE GHOSTS
Feel The Love
Fire
4th Dimension
Freeee (Ghost Town Pt. 2)
Reborn
Kids See Ghosts
Cudi Montage
JESUS IS KING
Every Hour
Selah
Follow God
Closed On Sunday
On God
Everything We Need
Water
God Is
Hands On
Use This Gospel
Jesus Is Lord
Donda
Donda Chant
Jail
God Breathed
Off The Grid
Hurricane
Praise God
Jonah
Ok Ok
Junya
Believe What I Say
24
Remote Control
Moon
Heaven and Hell
Donda
Keep My Spirit Alive
Jesus Lord
New Again
Tell The Vision
Lord I Need You
Pure Souls
Come to Life
No Child Left Behind
Jail pt 2
Ok Ok pt 2
Junya pt 2
Jesus Lord pt 2

My story began when I, “J” met this girl “A”, at work. I am married for 12 years and we have a son who is 2 years old. My wife and I were both each others rebound when we met and we figured we liked each other enough to give long term relationship a try. After 10 years of together, we still argue about every little things, more like she is always inpatient with me or belittling me. I usually hold it in until I cant, and an all out fight started between us last days, until we are tired and sick of each other and back to normal and few days or a week later the cycle repeats. We thought having a child will help us work through our problems together, but it done the opposite, the pressure of rising a kid and dealing with both our personal issues was too much. We argue even more then before.
This girl at work “A”, who had been working there for at least 3 years, I came back to the company over a year ago, we know of each other but never talk besides the hi in the morning as courtesy to a co worker from one to another. One day in August of 2022, we say hi and just started talking. We hit it off right away, we starting saying good morning to buying each other coffees to light flirting within days. Yes, she know I am married. We had many shared interested from show to music. We started to get close, we started to share our intermit thoughts and stories. Light filtering become more serious but she was reluctant to move forward with a date, because she doesn’t want to be a side piece. This is where I started lying to her, yes, I want her, I felt more connected with her then with my wife. I had never cheated on my wife in all the years we are together, but when I get to know this girl, every logical thoughts just went out of the windows, all I know is I like her more then I had ever feel for my wife. So I told the girl we are getting separated she knows how bad the wife treated me, not just from what I had told her, her and other co-workers had heard and seen the wife in yelling at me at public places for nothing. After I insist she will not be a side piece and will not affect my relationship with my son, she finally agree to go out on official date with me. She told me not to get attached as she is still recover from last relationship which wasn’t great, also we are 10 years apart in age. I am older and she is not looking to be a step mom anytime soon. I chose to ignore all the red flags she has, I am in love with this girl so bad that I can not say no to her. All I want is be there for her and say yes to whatever she needs. I have to be completed honest, I didn’t know I will fall for her hard, during the time we are going out, I was laying to my wife as why I come back late after work I had to go on trips over the weekend etc. I was torn apart and feel guilty but as soon as I saw the girl, I don’t care anymore. While I am going out with “A” my wife would call to check in etc, so during the affire I wasn’t 100% focus on the girl or 100% as a father to my son. I was split, but I was happy and got careless, I though this is great I can do both, but little did I know, the girl started to find our situation dull, things feels like had cool down. One day she told me, there’s another guy who had been trying to get her out on a date for over a moths, I pleaded with her and she said I told you I will keep looking for someone who can give me the butterfly feeling, and we never set a label between us. I should have just end it there, but I didn’t. They went out one date, and her and I are back together again, but she is still in touch with the guy.
During Christmas time she went home for 3 weeks, and during this 3 weeks I had feel like I lost her, she started becoming a bit distant. When the new year come around, my nightmare had come true, she told me to move on, as she is going out with the guy even though they had not seen each other since that one date. The worst part is her and I are actually went to a 3 weeks business trip together, we stay at the same house, different room, this was one of the worst time of my life. I had never felt this depress and sad in my entire life. During the trip she said we can still be friends, again I should have say no and just ignore her, but I didn’t. I acted like a friend, we end up hanging out with her family who was in town during the trip, which is ridiculous, we share food and drinks like we were together, she even done our laundries together, none of it is normal friendship. I should keep distant and say no, but I didn’t, I cant say no to her. After the trip and we came home, she started going cold on me even as a friend, I took this opportunity to stay away, but she kept saying I am her only safe space she trust me. Her and the guy didn’t last long, only about a month and she broke it off with him. During the time she would call me when she has PTSD or server depression. I am always there to comfort her. Its been 5 months since we ended, and yet I am the only person she went out with for her birthday. When she feels depress, I took her out to see flowers and dinners. Things were kind good between us for a bit, but the past 2 weeks, she had been dry and cold, specially during the weekend, not responding to my text we don’t really talk anymore, but she will send me reels and memes if I ignore her too long. Before I am sure she is not seeing anyone, but this weekend I feel like she is finally going out there, and even she just want me as a friend, I am the one who need to put in effort to keep the conversation going. I tried to ask her to hang out, but she kept saying no or will let me know and now just straight up no response, but 2 weeks ago she would say yes to something to what she wants. I know she is over me, but she still need me.
I cant stop thinking about her, I wish she would still send me snaps, she would tell me about her day, I keep waiting for her text even just a hello. I miss her and I want her bad. I had tried to go out with others but none of them feel right, I tried to work it out with my wife, and still long process, but I just cant shake her out of my head. I don’t know what else to do.

B.I: I'm 15 (f) and I was taken in by a close family friend bc my bio mom was an addict who we will call B. I have a 1 year old daughter who's father passed in July of last year.
(ik this is long but)
Last year on June 10th my mamaw had decided to help me watch my daughter while I cleaned and took at break. being a mom at 14 was really hard, late into the night my mamaw layed my daughter in her crib to sleep. she has woke up which wasn't unusual so I put her back to sleep but this cycle repeated 3 times until I decided to see if she was ok. I picked her up and she was completely zoned out. eyes swollen, wouldn't respond so I checked B's location and she was at most 5 min down the road. I waited for her to get there and the dialog went something like this.
me:I think there is something wrong with ******.
B: ok let me check her
me: is she ok?
B:get your shoes on her eyes are dilated we're going to the hospital.
To save you guys some time we ended up going to a nearby hospital for about 4 or 5 hours to which they told us my child got into a type of medicine which was prescribed to my mamaw and then got moved to a bigger hospital for observation which we stayed the night. while we were at the hospital they had done x-rays and found out that my daughter had a fractured arm. DCBS and investigators were brought and told us that I had to be removed from the home and I ended up getting placed with B's boyfriends mom. while there I got severely depressed and didn't care for my daughter and was always on my phone so my social worker took it until July 14th when I found out my ex passed away. Everything was going fine and i was opening up until August 10th a day before school started when my social worker said that "the family wasn't doing what I needed to help me" so she took my phone and I got put into foster care for a night then the next day went to court and I got to go back to B's I got my phone back but my social worker I formed my mom that there were n*des on my phone so I had to be monitored. well I was dating this dude who had been charged with manslaughter for accidently shooting his friend when he was 11. my mom found out about his tragic story and forbade me to talk to him. but being a teenager I went behind her back and did so. I ended up getting into an argument with her and she took my phone october 15th. she ended up not giving it back for months so around March my friend gave me a phone so that I could text people when I needed bc I was severely depressed and isolated note that also at this time i was going to school and taking care of my daughter by myself while B kept her from the time she went to sleep until 7 then she went to daycare until 5:30. so I took it, it helped me so much and I was finally able to do things like take my daughter to play,brush my teeth, go out to eat with my dad. April 8th my mom found out about the phone and made me give it back to the original owner. she then got really mad at me and called me a liar. when I explained to her that the reason I got it wasn't for what she thought it was because I was depressed she just kinda hugged me and told me she's just disappointed. which did not make me feel better. so for the next month, we began to move out of the county, and we officially did Friday (may 26th). she gave my phone back yesterday but I'm still severely depressed and still take care of my daighter full time but its different now shes no longer in daycare and with me 24/7 which is a big adjustment. I feel like such a bad kid for lying to her, but at the same time, it did help me.

My story began when I, “J” met this girl “A”, at work. I am married for 12 years and we have a son who is 2 years old. My wife and I were both each others rebound when we met and we figured we liked each other enough to give long term relationship a try. After 10 years of together, we still argue about every little things, more like she is always inpatient with me or belittling me. I usually hold it in until I cant, and an all out fight started between us last days, until we are tired and sick of each other and back to normal and few days or a week later the cycle repeats. We thought having a child will help us work through our problems together, but it done the opposite, the pressure of rising a kid and dealing with both our personal issues was too much. We argue even more then before.
This girl at work “A”, who had been working there for at least 3 years, I came back to the company over a year ago, we know of each other but never talk besides the hi in the morning as courtesy to a co worker from one to another. One day in August of 2022, we say hi and just started talking. We hit it off right away, we starting saying good morning to buying each other coffees to light flirting within days. Yes, she know I am married. We had many shared interested from show to music. We started to get close, we started to share our intermit thoughts and stories. Light filtering become more serious but she was reluctant to move forward with a date, because she doesn’t want to be a side piece. This is where I started lying to her, yes, I want her, I felt more connected with her then with my wife. I had never cheated on my wife in all the years we are together, but when I get to know this girl, every logical thoughts just went out of the windows, all I know is I like her more then I had ever feel for my wife. So I told the girl we are getting separated she knows how bad the wife treated me, not just from what I had told her, her and other co-workers had heard and seen the wife in yelling at me at public places for nothing. After I insist she will not be a side piece and will not affect my relationship with my son, she finally agree to go out on official date with me. She told me not to get attached as she is still recover from last relationship which wasn’t great, also we are 10 years apart in age. I am older and she is not looking to be a step mom anytime soon. I chose to ignore all the red flags she has, I am in love with this girl so bad that I can not say no to her. All I want is be there for her and say yes to whatever she needs. I have to be completed honest, I didn’t know I will fall for her hard, during the time we are going out, I was laying to my wife as why I come back late after work I had to go on trips over the weekend etc. I was torn apart and feel guilty but as soon as I saw the girl, I don’t care anymore. While I am going out with “A” my wife would call to check in etc, so during the affire I wasn’t 100% focus on the girl or 100% as a father to my son. I was split, but I was happy and got careless, I though this is great I can do both, but little did I know, the girl started to find our situation dull, things feels like had cool down. One day she told me, there’s another guy who had been trying to get her out on a date for over a moths, I pleaded with her and she said I told you I will keep looking for someone who can give me the butterfly feeling, and we never set a label between us. I should have just end it there, but I didn’t. They went out one date, and her and I are back together again, but she is still in touch with the guy.
During Christmas time she went home for 3 weeks, and during this 3 weeks I had feel like I lost her, she started becoming a bit distant. When the new year come around, my nightmare had come true, she told me to move on, as she is going out with the guy even though they had not seen each other since that one date. The worst part is her and I are actually went to a 3 weeks business trip together, we stay at the same house, different room, this was one of the worst time of my life. I had never felt this depress and sad in my entire life. During the trip she said we can still be friends, again I should have say no and just ignore her, but I didn’t. I acted like a friend, we end up hanging out with her family who was in town during the trip, which is ridiculous, we share food and drinks like we were together, she even done our laundries together, none of it is normal friendship. I should keep distant and say no, but I didn’t, I cant say no to her. After the trip and we came home, she started going cold on me even as a friend, I took this opportunity to stay away, but she kept saying I am her only safe space she trust me. Her and the guy didn’t last long, only about a month and she broke it off with him. During the time she would call me when she has PTSD or server depression. I am always there to comfort her. Its been 5 months since we ended, and yet I am the only person she went out with for her birthday. When she feels depress, I took her out to see flowers and dinners. Things were kind good between us for a bit, but the past 2 weeks, she had been dry and cold, specially during the weekend, not responding to my text we don’t really talk anymore, but she will send me reels and memes if I ignore her too long. Before I am sure she is not seeing anyone, but this weekend I feel like she is finally going out there, and even she just want me as a friend, I am the one who need to put in effort to keep the conversation going. I tried to ask her to hang out, but she kept saying no or will let me know and now just straight up no response, but 2 weeks ago she would say yes to something to what she wants. I know she is over me, but she still need me.
I cant stop thinking about her, I wish she would still send me snaps, she would tell me about her day, I keep waiting for her text even just a hello. I miss her and I want her bad. I had tried to go out with others but none of them feel right, I tried to work it out with my wife, and still long process, but I just cant shake her out of my head. I don’t know what else to do.

I would like to know your thoughts/get some guidance on how to go about this. My friends child passed away about two months ago in a terrible accident. We heard about it through the grapevine, however, nothing else was ever said about it and a funeral was not held. I reached out via text to let her know how much we were thinking about them and praying for them. I didn’t ever hear back but truthfully didn’t expect to as I figured they were mourning.
Just a couple days ago, my friend posted about it on Facebook and made sure that we knew they weren’t looking for condolences but instead she wants to hear from only those who will stand firmly in faith that her son will be resurrected and that she is being careful of who she will let speak into their life.

1. I am concerned about my friend, her husband and their two other little ones. I believe this will be a terrible situation when reality hits and they finally allow themselves to grieve this horrible accident. Going about their day as though nothing happened has to be extremely confusing for their kids.
   
2. Am I not being faithful enough? Has human resurrection happened in the days since Jesus? Am I being too much of a realist?
   

How would you all go about this? My heart hurts deeply for this family and I feel as though I’m lying if I tell them that I faith that their son will come back.

Hey all, just checking in a few days after hitting four years. I'm grateful to have made it this far. Looking back on who I was even four years ago I have grown a lot as a person, partner, and friend.
I'm especially grateful to my wife, who has shown unwavering support and love even when I was a mess before sobriety.
For those new to this thing, just keep it one day at a time and soon enough you'll be in double, triple, and quadruple digits.
Take care!