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It was raining when she came. Dark skies had threatened a downpour all day, claps of thunder intermittent but the rain itself had held off until nightfall, until after we had gotten home, tucked into pj's and sheltered from the storm.
Hearing the door chime didn't surprise me, but it should have. My home is not central to anything. You need to travel dirt tracks and winding roads. Unless you know where you're going, I'm very hard to find. I wasn't expecting anyone, but still I rose from where I'd been sitting on the couch, trying to unwind after a long day. I wasn't psychic or anything, but I had a peculiar feeling all day that something wasn't right and hearing the knocking had cemented that for me.
She was dressed in a green sundress, sandals, a very strange sight considering the weather. And as the wind and rain danced violently around her, whipping her long, wet, dark hair around in every which direction, she simply looked possessed, like a crazy person. But still, I didn't flinch. Instead I opened the door, taking a step back to allow her inside. She glared at me as she stepped inside, dripping water onto the wooden floorboards, and making squelching noises with every step she took. "I'm not here to play games, Thomas. Where is he? Where is my son?"
For a moment, I'd had hope. Despite how she had arrived, despite the look in her eyes. I took a long breath, trying to compose myself, to keep my voice from breaking as I told her the news she had never been able to accept. "Ava, your son's gone, he's in heaven now. You.. You killed him."
The rage in her eyes broke me, sending shivers down my neck. She screamed like a wild animal caught in a trap, running to find the first thing she could grab hold of - my glass coffee table - and lift it and throw it as hard, and as far as she could against the wall. We were silent, breathless, as we listened to the glass shatter into a million pieces.
I'd never been close to my sister. She had been born years after me, after my mother had passed away and dad remarried, I was 15 when Ava came into the world. I remember holding her awkwardly, feeling something between love and contempt for this scrunched up, pink skinned and blue eyed little human.
I was moved out, living my own life by the time she learnt to ride a bike, by the time she started school. I saw them occasionally, holidays like Christmas and we would make awkward conversation over the phone on birthdays, but as time passed it was like they all were strangers to me, we had nothing in common, my dad and my step mum were busy with teenager Ava, and I was busy trying to start a family of my own. Life just got busy, I guess.
When I got the phone call saying dad and my step mum had been killed in a car crash, I was devastated. I kicked myself for not spending more time with them, and then my thoughts went to my sister, to Ava, 16 years old and now, all alone. I got on the phone and told her I was on my way to her, ready to help my little sister in any way I could. I realised I was about to become a guardian of a teenage girl who I basically knew nothing about, a teenage girl who was grieving the death of the only family she had ever known.
I needn't have been so rush in my decision to jump in the car, by the time I arrived it was clear that Ava was basically fine. It had been less than 24 hours since her parents death, but she was sipping on a daiquiri by the pool when I arrived. I cried to her and she held my hand in cold disdain. I never saw a tear.
It was only a mere few weeks later that I got another call, this time from a worried neighbor. The police tape cautioned off the childhood house I grew up in, a dozen or so officers roamed the yard and trailed in and out of the house, bringing out bags marked as 'Evidence'.
I wasn't sure what was going on. I knew dad and my step mum had been killed in a car accident, I wasn't sure if it was protocol to search the home of a deceased accident victim, I had no idea. So when I eventually saw little Ava sat in the back of one of the patrol cars, my heart dropped into my stomach.
I went over to the car to talk to her. To ask her what the heck was going on, but before I can get a word out, a beefy officer is standing between me and the car, his arm outstretched in a stop signal. "Sorry, I just wanted to talk to my sister. This is my parents house and -" The cop looked incredulous, shaking his head slowly then quicker with every word I spoke. He didn't respond to me in anyway once I finished talking, just started me in the eyes as he took his walkie talkie off his belt, and spoke into it. He asked for his boss, Stat.
I'm lead into a cop car myself. Although I'm not arrested, or cuffed, I still feel anxious getting inside. I wonder how scared Ava must be, and the thought makes me mad. Why the hell are they interviewing us in the back of a damn cop car? I fired my question at the Sargent and the cop in the front seat, and watched as they passed a look between themselves.
"I'm sorry no one's explained the situation to you, sir. Your sister isn't being interviewed. She has been arrested, and once the boys have finished up with the evidece bags, she'll be heading down to lock up. She is being charger with murder, so if you have a lawyer, how will probably be the time to get in contact." "Mm-murder? What are you talking about? I was told my parents had been killed in a car accident and now you're telling me my little sister had something to do with their death?"
"Sorry, sir. I should have been more clear. You're correct, your father and his wife were killed in a motor vichele aciident. This is relating to something... Ah, someone else, entirely. Now I need to ask you a few questions while we've got you here, if we aren't done by the time the others are ready to leave, we can continue this down at the station. That okay?" I nod numbly, not taking in what they're saying. The first question he asks me, is if I knew my 16 year old sister had been pregnant. I look out the window and catch Ava's eye. She smiles and waves at me, and even though I feel sick to the stomach, I plaster on a fake smile and wave back, as well.
Now, in this moment, I make Ava tea. She has showered, now warm and dressed in one of my old dressing towns. She cries as she sips the tea, saying she's sorry she's sorry she's sorry. She didn't do it. She didn't do it. She didn't do it. I give her a look of comfort and tell her it's okay, it's all going to be okay. She eats the lemon biscuit I brought out with the tea, between mouthfulls she tells me about living in the psychiatric ward, about how the people there scared her and the medicine she took made her feel sleepy and dull.
She asks me if she can stay here for a while, and I tell her of course she can. She's my little sister and I love her, no matter what. I tuck her into the spare bed, telling her things we be better in the morning, but she's already snoring by the time I finish my sentance. I close the door, sliding the lock behind me. As I prepare the evenings snack, I am feeling relived. I knew Ava wouldn't be having a great time in that place, but whenever I called up to see how she was going, she would only ever say things were fine, opting to always end our conversation before the allocated time was up.
I could hear the sadness in her voice, the desperation to get out, and it broke me. I would offer to come visit, bring her anything she felt like but she said with the contraband ban, there was no point. She never felt like having a visitor, refusing my requests and when I asked the nurses about it, they told me she spent most of her time staring off into space, they couldn't force her to accept visits, and that was that.
She would be out when she turned 23, after serving the 7 year sentence for the manslaughter of her newborn. Everyone said she was lucky to not get jail, but after hearing her voice in the psychiatric ward, I wasn't so sure I agreed.
Now she's here, out of that awful place. I'm going to really take care of her, something I should have done all those years ago. I'm her big brother after all, and it's up to me to make sure she's looked after. I go down stairs, this time carefully carrying a tray, with warm milk and few of the infamous lemon biscuits.
Karl is sitting up cross legged in his race car bed, concentration vivid on his little face as he plays a game on his Xbox. A moment later he let's out a little whoop, and I can't help but to smile at his excitement. "Kicking everyone's butts still, I see." Karl laughs at my comment, blushing but pleased. I can tell he's chuffed, and it makes me happy seeing his genuine joy.
I place the tray on his desk, and sit next to him to watch him play for a while. He offers me the controller and asks if I want to have a turn? I shake my head, and thank him, telling him its time for this old man to be getting to bed. He grins at me when I call myself an old man, and shakes his head laughing as he calls me silly.
"Milk and biscuits here when you're ready. Remember, lights out in an hour. I love you, son." "Okay, thanks dad. I love you, too."
As I walk out of his room, I ponder for a moment, wondering and hoping it wasnt, if it was possible he had heard any of that commotion upstairs, but eyes still glued to the screen, Karl seemed as happy as ever and basically impervious to anything apart from the car racing game he was playing.
It was me who'd asked her to babysit. Begged her, really. Told her how much Jennie and I had been fighting, how hard the baby was on our relationship. She said she really wanted to help her big brother out and she even said it would be a welcome distraction from the finals she was studying for. No mention of the parents she had recently lost.
She told me she felt a bit nervous about it all, but she felt it would be good for her, as well. I agreed. We organised a time for an evening a night away, and that was that, my plan was in motion. Done all over HiddentextApp of course, so there was no trace of our conversation.
It was all the rage with the kids these days, according to Google, so when I suggested it to my sister, she hadn't batted an eyelid. I knew she had been having trouble sleeping, and honestly, for the both of us, it seemed like the easiest way.
There would be no one to blame, it would be a simple, cruel act of nature that no one would even consider questioning. She could of said it was an accident, and everyone would have believed her. I didn't think she would do what she did. I asked her if she was still okay to babysit, feigning guilt and worry, and she had nodded. Our fathers and her mother's death had not seemed to greatly affect her. She seemed bored of talk of them. "A distraction would be great." I thanked her with a close, tight hug, and told her I'd brewed her some green tea and made a batch of an old recipe my mum used to make me while I was growing up, lemon biscuits.
Once Ava was settled on my couch, Netflix on the tv, with her snacks and mug of green tea. She had baby monitor on hand so she was ready to hear the cries that would never come. I expected silence when I got home. I expected Ava, sleeping peacefully, still on the couch where she had first sat down.
But she wasn't. And the house was not silent, instead the sound of an electric saw penetrated the halls. Maybe the shock of losing both parents, perhaps she felt bad for the fact they were out on the roads that night, they would have been safely tucked up in their bed if it had not been for their teenage daughter needing to be picked up. I don't know, seeing the baby like that.. Well, I guess that honestly would've broken anyone's soul.
At the start, I tried to explain to her, calmly and using soft voices, but she was beyond contemplating my words. It was as if what I was saying to her, she just simply could not comprehend. I tried to stop her, honestly I did, but she was a force that could not be reckoned with and truly, Ava had basically already finished when I arrived home.
The walls were painted red. My hacksaw now lay disgauardrd to one side of Ava, who was just as red as the walls. I didn't notice the noise had ceased. All I could hear was the hammering of my own heart in my chest. She cradled something white and rubbery to her chest, blood making it slippery to keep hold of, and once I realised what it was, I'm throwing up and crying and screaming as well.
When I catch my breath I ask what the fuck she has done and she tells me it's her son, her son, her son. She loves him. She loves him to pieces and she's never going to leave him. She was fixing him. Fixing him. Fixing him. She laughs and smiles. I take her home, with what's left of the baby wrapped up in a towel. She holds the towel as we drive, singing to it, cooing.
The scene is stuck in my memory, a picture I have tried hard to forget, but it greets me every time I close my eyes. I sit in the car and watch as she cradles the bundle in one arm, still singing softly to it, and let's her self inside my empty, parentless childhood home.
Now she is back, and this time she is a threat to my family. To my son, who can never ever know what this woman has done. She's still sleeping when I go back into the spare bedroom.
I am not surprised, because I did give her enough sleeping pills in her green tea to knock out a grown man. But, I had no choice really. If only she stayed away..I sigh to myself as I place the pillow over the top of her head. She could have started her life all over again. But no, she couldn't. As a good big brother, it was my responsibility to help her, in whatever way that meant.
I knew she would never accept that her son was dead or that she had been the one to kill and dismember him. I knew her life would be a constant battle of heart break and pain. I was doing her a favor. And keeping my family safe, as well.
It's almost daylight when I return home. I am straight into the shower, dressing quickly for my day before I head into the kitchen and get started on Karl's favorite breakfast - banana pancakes with maple bacon on the side.
He beams as I pass him his plate and thanks me for being the best daddy in the whole world. It's always the moments like this that I feel a pang of guilt. I wonder if his brother would have the same opinion, had he still been around. In my mind I picture the two of them, identical twins, sat side by side with me at the table.
Would Rory had liked maple bacon? I ruffle Karl's hair as he finishes eating, telling him he better get a move on if he doesnt want to miss his bus again, and he laughs and goes to get dressed for school. Before he left, he flashed me a grin and crinkled his green eyes with happiness. I think of last night, of Ava, those same green eyes staring up at me in panic when she woke up, managing to push the pillow off her.
She glared at me, opening her mouth to scream, or maybe ask me why, but I placed the pillow back in place and leaned down before she could speak. Her eyes were open when I eventually took the pillow off again, this time the green eyes were bloodshot and vacant,staring at nothing. The exact same eyes I had seen on Rory when I walked into the twins bedroom to check on him. He was blue, his eyes that blazed green were open, unblinking. I stared at him for a long time, until Karl's crys woke me up, brought me back to reality. I took Karl down for his bottle, placing a blanket on his brother, who was cold to the touch. I knew it was too late. I knew it didn't matter anymore. But to me, it would always matter.
I was a good dad, really I was. I had wanted to be a dad for so long, that when I heard my baby sister was pregnant at 15 years old, I felt sick with anger and disappointed. But my dad and step mum had pleaded for me to take the babies, to raise them. Ava didn't want them, she wanted to get rid of them, but it was too late in the pregnancy.
They told me Ava had her whole life ahead of her. They told me I could have what I had always wanted, to be a dad. We didn't have to tell anyone. It would be a family secret. Just better for everyone that way, my dad had said. So I agreed.
I had never wanted to hurt Ava. I had given her sleeping pills so she wouldn't go searching for her son. So she could simply fall asleep, and I'd come home later that evening, and together we would discover the absolute heart breaking news that baby Rory had passed away in his sleep. Which is what had happened, just a few hours before.
She had questioned why their would only be one baby to look after, but when I explained that Karl had been a bit under the weather and we wanted to keep a close eye on him, she didn't give it another thought. She never even asked why Jennie wasn't around, given we were supposedly heading off for a mini getaway sans one child.
I hadn't told anyone we'd separated, after she decided having kids just wasn't for her. I felt guilty, but not too guilty. Ava had given the babies away without another thought, not even bothering to check in on them or ask how they were growing. I didn't think it would truly affect her so much. And so.. Badly.
But in a fucked up way, it all worked out in the end, I guess.
Karl was safe then, because the girl that was his mother had truly lost her mind and she was kept away in a place she couldn't reach him, even thought it seemed as if she had completely forgotten of his existence, I always had the idea in my head that she would one day remember there had been two bright green eyed boys, not just the one.
And what if she wanted her other son back, as well? I've kept him safe, unlike I was able to do for his brother. And I wasn't about to start letting someone mess with the sweet natured and gentle boy I'd raised.
I saw things in Ava that made me realise I had never known her, only knew what I thought she was, what I wanted to her to be, the sweet, sweet little sister. Instead, my sibling had been a devil in disguise. As we leave the house, ready to make our trekk to the school bus stop, I glance at the window at the fresh mound of dirt thats waiting to be spread when I get back.
Karl notices it, and asks if he can plant some roses there when he gets home. I tell him that's a wonderful idea, wondering if and how he could possibly know that flowers were Ava's favorite flower.
I shake the idea from my head, and together we walk down the dirt roads, hand in hand.

I'm having trouble finding what I'm looking for; Google is flooding me with partial matches. I want a light (battery is best, but corded is ok) that is about night light brightness, and when turned on (preferably with a button press) it stays on for a set time ( maybe 5 min) and then shuts off (even better if it dims out). My new room is basicly pitch black as os the hallway and I just need to see for a minute to get to my bed at night. Any ideas for what to search for?

Hello!
First time posting here but unsure how to continue, so let me give you the rundown.
I got an hk416A5 and my compression system shit the bed, so I thought well what better time to do a few upgrades and I got a bit ahead of myself. I had a local tech work on my stuff because I was new to all this and didn't have the confidence for it and honestly I'd let him fix it if he wasn't an hour away and I had the money to have him fix it but I don't so I am feeling more confident after learning some stuff and gonna try it myself.
Setup

• Upgraded inner barrel, hopup & bucking, along with replacing the compression system since it went poopoo (Not specific since its most likely not the problem)
• 13:1 Rocket CNC Steel Gears
• Action Army R30k (Given by the tech to better accommodate gear set)*Tried a hairline trigger but HK has a weird system so I just upgraded to ->)
• Leviathan V2 Optical
• *Edit* Matrix M115 Spring

Problem
I was out on the field and the gun just stopped cycling and was no longer recognizing that a battery was to be plugged in and it wouldn't cycle on any battery I plugged in. I checked the app and it gave the 103 error. Okay cool I can troubleshoot this myself. Do a little research determine there is a problem with either the sector gear and the sensor seeing that a cycle happened. Now correct me if I'm wrong but I think I could have solved the issue by just running the cycle calibration via the app, but everywhere I read didn't mention that and I kind of deduced it myself. Anyways, I cracked her open and just kind of reset everything and put her back together and then did the cycle calibration and voila! She was shooting and performing back to normal, however I did tighten everything up and read somewhere it could be a motor problem too. I have her working again which is great, but now she is running really hot and I am wondering if its normal semi or full auto heat combo but I deduce it is not because my Tamiya connectors actually melted together. After doing some reading I deducing I'll be switching to deans soon but I'd like to know if there is some other problem I am unaware of going on at the moment. The tech did shim everything and I didn't mess with that but I did tighten up my motor position I believe. I'm a little hesitant to test again so I don't wreck my batteries and melt more connectors..
Thoughts?
*Edit* Anything helps I'm trying to get her sorted out before Sunday to play at the field. Thanks!

Hi all, hope you can help here with this issue. Started on Concerta recently but been ill and in bed so I've delayed taking it. I'm two days in and not noticing anything really.
However when I went to the toilet in the middle of the night, I noticed the undigested pill had come out. I (with toilet roll of course, felt the tablet and was able to squeeze out what was inside.
I took the tablet this morning around 8/8:30ish. Had about 750ml of water within an hour of taking it, ate a late breakfast of scrambled eggs at 11am then went to the toilet and discovered this at 5am the following morning.
I can't find much on this subject, usually it's all related to dihorrea as a result of medication. It's the Alza 27mg grey capsule. Hope someone can shed light on this

I used to live at an apartment a few years back. That apartment once you entered felt so heavy and dark, even if you opened the windows it still felt like there was no light coming in. Well there were many things I witnessed, first thing right off the bat was that you could hear a baby crying in the hallway bathroom even when you would walk in the cries wouldn’t stop. My mom used to pour holy water every 3 months in the toilet since we found out that the holy water kept the baby silent for 3 months and once you started to hear the baby whining we knew that it was time again to pour holy water. Other times I would be in the living room and hear all the dishes fall and break but once I would take a look there were no broken dishes. Another time I was sleeping and I woke up to the feeling of someone staring at me. And then I felt someone sit right on the edge of my bed but I couldn’t move to take a look until I felt that what ever it was left. There were also times when toys would just start making noises even when they didn’t have batteries.
But yea that’s all when I was in that apartment. But I still had more stuff happen to me at other houses I used to live in. If y’all want me to post more let me know

So I (39F) just had spinal surgery. I have some pretty serious restrictions during recovery. The big ones are that I can't lift anything over 10 lbs and I can't bend over for the next month.
My husband(40m)'s parents(~70) came cross country to help us take care of our kids(4.5 yo & 10 mo) while I'm healing. We don't have any friends or family nearby and the inlaws are available. My MIL can be really helpful but she's also really spacey and dismissive of our household "rules"
Typically I prefer to have a few days with MIL to show her the ropes before handing things over. And even after "initiation" I still find her feeding my son cake for breakfast or letting him use permanent markers over the carpet so I keep an eye on her.
Well, this time I am not able to do that so I asked my husband to take off the first few days post surgery to help me with stuff I need and to ease his mom into things with the kids. I'm also really tired of being the "bad guy" with MIL and would really prefer it if he could do more of the limit setting. He knows this.
Today, day 2 post-op, I am able to be up a bit more and each time I find my husband is no where to be found while MIL is doing all the work with baby and 4yo is running wild. Anyway, I went to lay down and rest. I was down for maybe 20 min and all I hear is the baby crying. So I get out of bed to see what's up. MIL is trying to soothe the teething baby by... Tossing her into the air and yelling WOO! into her face really loudly? And my husband is playing video games in the basement... Again. So I go down and tell him that the baby has been crying for a while. I reminded him that he's supposed to be in charge of helping his parents take care of the kids, that he should be upstairs with them. He got upset that I was pulling him away from his video game and I told him he could do what he wanted after the baby went to bed in an hour.
So he comes upstairs. Between when I went down to talk to him and when we came upstairs MIL gave the baby a teething ring and baby calmed down. My husband turns to me, right in front of his mom and says "Well it looks like she's calm now." I shoot him dagger eyes trying to cut him off. But he continued "And she doesn't SEEM like she's been crying for half an hour."
Now I'm pissed. I tell him we need to chat in the bedroom. I lost it. I was yelling at him pretty loudly, asking him why he would put me on the spot like that? That I was trying to be discrete and had explained to him what I wanted from him while we were alone. I yelled that I was pissed because... he was taking his anger out on me because I took him away from his video game to care for the baby... And he got petty making me look like an asshole in front of his mom. That I'm supposed to be in bed but I'm having to micromanage a husband who thinks he's on vacay now that Mom is here to take care of everything. So? AITA?

I have a critical electrolyte deficiency, and a very high metabolism. That means i need to be very careful with my diet or something bad will happen.
It first happened in michigan, i was the captain of the soccer team in college i worked really hard for it. I was doing some pre-season training and very much so overdoing it. Im talking gym at 6 am, steam, breakfast, 9-11 am practice, lunch, gym, 5-7pm practice, then back to the gym. I was going for a bout 2 weeks (not counting weekends) until the Thursday of the second week i vomited in the 9-11am practice and had to be taken home (it was hot as fuck). When i got home i thought i was having regular muscle cramps so i was like “ok lemme take a hot epsom bath” ( as you can see ive mentioned nothing about replenishing my fluids) when i got in the bath trying to relax.. long story short my body began to charlie horse, every muscle in my face, legs, finger, throat, everything. I was fucking screaming, my housemates came in had 0 clue what to do. I couldnt speak words all i could do was yell through my closed mouth because everything but my heart and diaphragm was contracting to a point that i had never felt before.
Im in the tub looking up at my best friends crying, and screaming because they dont know what to do, no one called an ambulance or police for reasons i’l keep disclosed (of which was dumb because i really could’ve died). Eventually my friend got a valium that knocked my out. But…i dont remember after that. One of my friends was a nurse and he and many others said i simply flatlined after that. They put me in bed and had no clue what to do because they thought i was dead. I woke up Sunday night in a puddle of sweat.
This shit still happens to me when i dont watch myself, i’l legit die slow, it happened today at work. Idk this is really fucking with my head.

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for the sake of this story, let’s call her M. i’m 20, she’s 21.
i met M exactly a year and a week ago. i remember the night we met like it was last night. we met at our school, which has two campuses. one in new york, and one in los angeles. M was a transfer student along with some other friends i met, we’ll call them C and Z.
it was february 20th, it was the seventh episode of the second season of “euphoria”.
i had a really bad best friend/roommate issue at the time, so bad as to realizing that they had been lying to me about a death that “fundamentally shook them”, and they were really my only friend at the school. so i was obviously having a rough time.
let me set the scene:
the walls are paper thin, euphoria has just ended for me. i’ve got no one to talk about this. so i’m just chilling.
then i hear three women scream in the room next to me… and the faint roar of “i need a hero.”
could these be my new euphoria friends?
i leapt up, went over to the neighbors, and knocked.
a few seconds went by, and i hear the door unlock.
SLAM!!
the chain lock was still on.
and from the darkness, emerged M.
when i tell you that i crumbled immediately.
she pushed her face in between the crack of the door and smiled at me.
“hiiiii”, she said.
she had brown hair, shaggy, almost like ally sheedy in the breakfast club. an easy laugh, freckles line her glowin eyes, it’s like she was chiseled from marble. i would have fallen in love with her in any situation, in any universe.
i introduce myself, i meet the three.
m’s from tennessee, c’s from washington, z’s from florida.
i invite the three to my room for a euphoria after-show discussion. the conversation lasts until the wee hours of the morning.
i immediately become connected to these women, these vivacious, beautiful, warm, and caring women.
this sets off the best three months of my life. they become the best friends i’ve ever had.
but with M, i just… felt full. i never felt judged for who i was, i felt like there was a reason for me to get up every day. M and i would just hang out, her and me. we’d sit in my bed, watching a movie, hanging out, making grilled cheese when we didn’t know what to eat. we’d go out for quick bodega runs, get a joint and inexplicably find ourselves outside, getting delightfully blitzed. i didn’t care what we were doing, i was with her. i felt a sense of oneness with her.
agape.
i knew she was my person. i still do.
i was the happiest man on earth for three months.
the four of us were inseparable. i’d also hang with C and Z separately, too… but not like M. it was always just a different vibe.
now, this is all in retrospect, but being autistic? you remember shit. really well.
in my many nights of wondering, the signs were there. especially physically.
we’d do the triangle thing to each other, you know, that look from one eye, to the other, and then to the lips. when i really thought back, she went crazy with the triangle thing, but you know what?
i was too dumb and cautious.
so i never let myself act upon the urge to divulge how i felt. i still haven’t.
now, it’s early to mid-may. almost the end of the semester, and my best friends are leaving me in the first week of june.
i am bereft at the thought of them leaving.
i am devastated that M’s going to be a country away.
one night, M doesn’t reply to a text of mine. hey, no biggie.
then she doesn’t show up to school. and i’m confused.
i bump into C, and i’m informed that she’s somewhere in new jersey with a hookup. now, i immediately confront why i feel like i’ve been stabbed.
“why would i care about a decision she made on her own? like, why am i so emotional? why am i jealous?”
i quietly seethe. she returns, she doesn’t really like him, says he only likes to do things he likes.
i get a second of relief, but i’m still reeling from it. i’m almost ashamed of how i felt.
i decided to just bury these feelings into the pits of my would because maybe deep down, she doesn’t love me that way.
and i had to be okay with that so i didn’t hurt myself.
memorial day weekend rolls around, i thought i’d invite the three over to my childhood home a state away. get out of the city for a weekend.
M’s already got plans with a friend in the state over from mine, so i just invite C and Z.
one night, i go over to return something one of them forgot in my room. i shoot her a text, she says to be quiet when i come in, C’s sleeping.
i go in, and she’s crying. a lot. and i am concerned.
“i’m okay, i just am having a hard time with the idea of leaving soon. i know i’m really going to miss you too.”
we tearfully have a conversation before i am pointed out of the room by a groggy C. we laugh, and go to our beds.
in the week leading up to this trip, C starts making moves on me, getting real flirty.
now, i’m desperate in this situation, so i’ll take any love i can get.. stupid, but human.
we get to my home friday night, we hang out, and we three drink. a lot.
midnight? 2am, who knows.
C and i are laying down, she inches closer to me, and whats next is private.
couple of days later, we begin dating. i’m happy. i guess.
it’s the first week of june now. first C leaves, then Z, and then M.
and then i’m all alone.
C and i begin a long distance relationship, it’s good for a little bit before she just decided to ignore me. she’d leave me on read, and when she’d reply, it’d be the laziest response/a vague complaint about her day. i felt like an emotional doormat. i broke up with her three months later. i wasted my love and my time.
i was love bombed and it has messed with me. i’ve only come to terms with all of this recently.
during all that, i keep consistent contact with M and Z.
i learned C wasn’t very good to M as a friend and a roommate, and i just felt guilty for not noticing.
now, we’re in the present. C’s in a happy new relationship, seems that M and Z are done with her.
i feel like the little stint “with” C set me back. i still don’t forgive her for that, fuck her and her new toy.
since their departures, i’ve managed to maintain contact with M almost daily. lately, since she’s on a semester break from LA, we’ve strengthened our contact more. i’ve fallen deeper in love. it’s almost like i’m in a pit i can’t get myself out of. we even flirt a little. we talked about myself making a trip to texas, her to new york at some time. she sent me theater job ideas that include free housing, and is within a 20 minute radius of her family’s property. we even just send each other funny videos over instagram for hours on end. it feels different too, because we actually take the time to watch what we’ve sent each other. always snapchatting, we facetime every couple of days.
i applied to that job, i thought “what the hell, it’ll get my foot in a door, i’ll learn a lot, and maybe i’ll be able to spend more quality time.”
i get the job. i go to texas. M and i make plans.
i arrive friday, shop saturday, hug my folks goodbye on sunday, and then i go spend time with M from sunday to tuesday morning, an extension she made from the plan of staying until morning. we spend the three days together, it’s great, it’s like no time has gone by. she introduced me to attack on titan, i’m already on season 2. sunday, made dinner and had a beautiful night with her family, followed by hanging out in her kitchen until the wee hours of the morning, and more quality time following.
there’s such an element of mystery. i don’t know where this is going.
i fall deeper and deeper for this woman every day. i truly believe she’s the aphrodite of my own mythology. i just fear that my worries of unrequited love will be the case once again. i know it’s not doing me any good, but i have truly never felt this way for another person.
she fills the hurt of my soul with the deepest love a man can ever feel.
i don’t know what to do now. i want to profess my love to her. i just don’t want to ruin anything, and i don’t want to become jealous if she so chooses someone other than i.
for now, my heart shall bleed in anticipation.
any advice is appreciated.
thanks. love y’all.

I have the Kobra neo and for the most part it's been pretty good sans a few problems here and there. However I went to print a battery bank box and it layer shifted 3/4 of the way up in the direction the box was longest. I thought maybe stepper issue so I swapped x and y motors checked e steps then proceeded to try the print again. And again in the direction it was longest it shifted at the same height on the print again in the longest direction. So I resliced the object in the other direction on the bed and again it shift in the direction the print was longest at the same height. I've checked the belts and pom wheels and everything is fine. Is it possible a bad stl is causing a problem cause even after reslicing it still shifts lengthwise even if that's on the x or y axis.

I've been having issues with my 2016 (original owner). It started with me noticing the headlights coming on randomly at night while the fob is hanging on the hook not being touched. Lock it up and go back to bed. After 2 dead batteries a tow truck driver suggested that if the battery is old and weak it could actually up like this. installed a new battery and everything's fine for a few months.
Last week it started happening again, I catch the headlights on in the driveway at night. I turned the headlights from "auto" to off, turned off the dome light and removed the battery from the fob and thought that had at least mitigated the issue.
Now the car is CONSTANTLY clicking like the doors are locking/unlocking. It's happening while I'm driving or when the car is off and parked. With the headlights off it doesn't seem to be doing enough to drain the battery but now I can't park it anywhere that isn't secure. Any ideas? A fuse?

I still remember how I used to wake up next to you. How I sing to Niki while making our breakfast. How you look like when you emerge from the bedroom to hug me and greet me a good morning. I remember the small talks while we eat. I remember how I bother you while you do the dishes. How we look like in front of the mirror while brushing our teeth. How we scrub each other’s backs in the shower. How we watch the latest episode of that anime series we’re following. How you look like while you play your computer games. How you snuggle in after 3 hours of playing and fall asleep in my arms. How fun it was to enjoy the weekend together on the small patch of grass field in the lounge area. How you make pasta for dinner. How we end the day doing small talks in the bed with the lights off. And how I wake up in your arms again the next day.
But I don’t feel anything anymore. Not the love when we were doing those things. Not the longing when you’re not at home and I’m left alone. Not even hate when I found out you were already talking to somebody else while we were still together.
I remember you. I remember everything that happened. But I don’t feel anything anymore. That blue building that was once our home used to send me bouts of pain when I see it. But now it’s just another building. And you- the one person I know is mine no matter what. You’re just another stranger now.

But I wasn't even there.
I walked home with a woman from the bar last Friday, said goodbye at my porch and went to bed. She walked wherever she was going on her own after that. Don't know her name or phone number, didn't have any intentions with her. Didn't think about it at all again except when my girlfriend asked the next day how my night had gone I told her that I met a few women.
Fast forward to yesterday, the cops show up at my house asking me where I was on Friday night. Of course I told them that I had gone to the bar, walked with that woman and then gone to bed. They tell me that I'm being arrested on charges of battery with serious bodily injury and take me to jail. Luckily my girlfriend posted my (expensive) bail for me so I'm out now, but definitely totally rocked. I will definitely be getting a lawyer but I'm just curious if anyone's heard anything remotely similar to this? I have no alibi except possibly my brother who says he heard us chatting on the porch before she left. My girlfriend was out of town that night, hence me being at the bar having a night out without her. I don't even remember this woman's name.
Edit: the police stated while arresting me that they have photo evidence of injuries, so this woman was injured somehow. But I have no idea how, or by whom or even what the injuries are.

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark, when out of the blue, my wife called me at work. "We're going to Niagara Falls for the weekend. I got us an awesome deal!"
We had both been working at our first "full-fledged" jobs for a year and had reached that moment after graduation when you suddenly realize you can't make that impact on the world your student enthusiasm once promised. At first, I just sighed. It was the dead of January, and I had already expended all my energy on a week of inconsequential stress. I just wanted to collapse on the couch for two days. Sarah felt a similar weary exhaustion. I could tell. Her tone was more hopeful than excited, but she had dreaded the routine we were sinking into and was trying her best to pull us free.
I looked to the ceiling and adjusted my telephone headset. At that time I was working at Stats Canada on the tele-query desk. I took a deep breath and, as convincingly as possible, said, "Sounds good." I don't think she bought it, but we went nonetheless.
This was Niagara Falls before the casinos when there was a very distinct off-season. When we got to the hotel, we were given the details of our "lovers' special". One dinner to be used either Friday or Saturday, two breakfasts, a roll of tokens for the arcade, 10% off some "4D" movie ride experience, and a 2-for-1 coupon to Max Tussaud's. I guessed it was Madame's nephew? We also got a bottle of sparkling wine in our room and chocolate treats on our pillows. I was impressed. It sounded good.
When we got into our room and saw the "bottle" of wine - basically an aeroplane-sized glass and half - and the chocolates - "fun wrapped" Oh Henry's left over from Halloween - we both started to laugh. The tone for two wonderful days had been set. We decided to cash in on our dinner coupon right away.
The restaurant off the lobby had hopes of being better. There were huge panoramic windows that promised a view of the gorge. Unfortunately, they had some winter moisture problems that day, and it felt like we were defrosting amid the dripping streaks and foggy patches. The decor was your standard booths and tables though the "romantic" lighting was unique. Dollar store battery-powered tea lights were lodged inside thick tumbler glasses and shed a muted pleasantness in a "what a great idea for a craft" sort of way. I had a feeling they were created by our waitress since she was the one who always seemed to be fussing with them. Only one other couple was in the dining room, so she attended to us immediately.
"Can I get you something to start?"
"Sure." "Thank you, that would be nice." We both responded simultaneously.
"And what would the lady like this evening?"
Sarah smiled at the flattery. "I think I'll have a glass of white wine." She glanced over at me to see my reaction. This was a subtle cue of the mood to follow. Diet Coke was usually the beverage of choice. She didn't normally drink alcohol. One glass numbed her nose and made her giggle far too easily. When she did drink, however, it meant she was comfortable with my company and open to anything to follow. I raised my eyebrows in a debonair way.
"And for the gentleman?"
"Do you have Foster's on tap?"
"Yes we do."
"I'll have a pint please."
Sarah smiled at the happy memories I invoked. At university, Foster's was my signature beer. It was at a time when Crocodile Dundee was a known name, and Australia was inexplicably cool. 15 cent buffalo wings and a pitcher of Foster's was the Tuesday night special at the London Arms pub. There the Classics Club would meet and, as a group, circle the wagons and drink ourselves into extroverts.
As soon as the waitress left, Sarah smiled at me. She reached out and held my hand across the table. With my gaze on hers, she slipped her foot from her shoe and slowly began sliding it up my pant leg.
"I got a pedicure this morning." She announced seductively.
I nodded and pretended I didn't notice her invitation. "What colour?" I asked.
"I'm not telling." She teased. "You'll just have to find out later." Her devious little smile was gorgeous.
"Mmmm. I can't wait."
When the waitress returned with our drinks, we immediately retreated to our personal spaces as if we had been discovered by the chaperone. Sarah opened the menu and began to salivate at the variety.
"Can we add an appetizer to the package dinner?" Her question seemed innocent enough.
"You're on the package?" Our friendly waitress disappeared, and we were no longer a lady or a gentleman. She ripped the menu out of Sarah's hand and took mine before I had even opened it. She then scurried to her podium and brought back a tattered, grease-stained, photocopied page that we had to share. We both burst out laughing.
The waitress was flustered that we were not as bothered as she was. "The drinks are NOT included!"
"What choices do we have?" I asked, expecting the usual chicken or fish. I had been on many packages before with my parents.
"Coffee or tea." The waitress snapped.
Sarah and I looked at each other in amused disbelief.
"I'll have coffee please." I didn't even flinch at the ridiculously limited package. I was eager to get my order in early.
"And I'll have the tea!" Sarah followed my lead. "Can I have some milk with that?"
"Yes." The waitress snarled.
"Fantastic!" I enthused.
"Yes, great! I'm glad we got the package, Honey." Sarah joked.
The waitress stormed off and returned sometime later with our lettuce-only salads drowned in Kraft's Italian dressing and our chewy chicken dinners, which she had thoughtfully allowed to cool. She tossed the plates on the table and left us to peacefully devour our deal. We didn't see her again until we requested the bill. For some reason, we found it amusing to leave a generous tip, which of course, defeated the purpose of the package, but we didn't care. It was fun.
The rest of the holiday was marred with similar off-season products and services. The wax museum was only half open, so we couldn't see the pop stars of the seventies. I didn't think it was a problem, but Sarah pouted playfully. She really wanted to see young Bowie. Meanwhile, the arcade was particularly stingy about spitting out coupons. So much so that Mike, the scraggly-haired repair guy, ended up escorting us from game to game and repairing the devices on demand. In no time, he was acting like an old drinking buddy. He joked and laughed, then, out of the blue, revealed that working at the Niagara Falls Fun Centre wasn't his career choice, that his dream was to be part of a travelling carnival. He desperately wanted to see more of the world, he explained and socialize with a greater variety of "wildlife." Mike winked at Sarah to punctuate his meaning, then began advising her on which games to play.
Sarah was partial to Skee ball and clearly had career potential in the sport, but Mike quickly pointed out that the token-to-coupon payout was not the best. In a furtive whisper, he revealed that The Storm Stopper was your best bet, provided the arcade had left it on its original factory settings. He assured us the ones here were "cool." The game had lights that ran around the outside in opposite directions and you had to hit the button at just the right spot to win. It looked impossible, but Mike was right; if you calculated tokens in versus coupons won, it was the best deal. It only took a little practice to win a minor jackpot every 5 or 6 times.
We would cheer each win as if Toronto had won the Stanley Cup. I would give a quick fist pump and a full lung "Yes!" while Sarah would jump up and down screaming, "WhoooHooo!" Of course, in the end, when we cashed in, "Mike's secret" only bumped us up from a key-chain flashlight to a "deluxe" nail beauty set. Mind you, it did come complete with clippers, scissors, a file AND a cuticle scraper. Not only that, it was all neatly packaged in a paisley-patterned pink and green plastic vinyl case. Mike was so pleased to give us our prize and to be honest, we were thrilled to win it if only to see his broad chicletted smile. It was more of a trophy than a grooming set.
That night, I made reservations for us at a fancy Chinese food restaurant - the Bamboo Garden. When we arrived, we had half-expected renovations of some sort. Instead, the place was immaculate. Gentle pools teeming with goldfish highlighted the epic black and red Ming dynasty decor. Real candles flickered on crisp white tablecloths. Again, the restaurant was virtually ours. The reservations on my part were entirely unnecessary. In fact, as soon as we entered, they knew us by name and guided us directly to our table. A live lounge piano caressed the air, its notes danced vaguely around familiar harmonies until finally, as if prompted by our presence, a song emerged immediately accompanied by the velvet voice of oriental karaoke. It was our song remastered

Hey guys,
For the past several years I have fallen asleep watching Kenny vs Spenny on my laptop on most nights. Usually I place my laptop on its side and lie down on my side to watch it comfortably. I can't seem to force myself to get into bed without bringing my laptop with me and loading up an episode from Kenny's Youtube or elsewhere. I feel like I have no power to resist. I wake up every morning feeling ashamed when the first thing I see is my out-of-battery laptop sharing my bed with me. I hate being alone with my thoughts and being bored and KvS provides the perfect distraction. Sometimes when I'm falling asleep at night (or just taking a nap) my laptop will fall on my face because it's tilted on it's side. I love KvS but I want to make this change in my life to get better sleep.
Since I love the show so much it always makes me laugh no matter how many times I've seen each episode. I have depression and KvS has always been there to cheer me up. The humorous dialogue between Kenny, Spenny and the crew is really comforting to listen to instead of the non-stop self-criticism that goes on in my head most of the time.
Has anyone here dealt with anything similar? Does anyone have any tips or suggestions? If I could afford to talk to a therapist about this I would. But I feel like since this sub appreciates how awesome KvS is you guys would be better able to relate anyway.

I’m experiencing something I never have before and I’m very unsure of how things look going forward or what to do… to explain all this, I’m gonna use a fake name but otherwise the details are all true. Warning this may be lengthy.
I should start by saying that I’m not an openly pansexual man, however that is how I identify. Most people assume I’m straight. The other party in my story, we’ll call him James, identifies as straight, as far as I know.
So, eight months ago, James was hired at my job. He and I immediately became friends. We’d leave silly notes for each other, throw small things at each other like pencils or paper clips, kinda just horseplay and stuff like that. This was something he initiated one day, and it became a regular thing. It honestly felt kinda flirtatious.
One day at lunch, we got into a debate with colleagues about sexuality being on a spectrum. He and I were the only two arguing that sexuality is fluid. James even said “no one is 100% straight”. This of course, caught my attention, because I found him attractive and may have been developing a crush by this point.
We had hung out outside of work a few times, but always with other colleagues, that is, just up until a month ago. James and I were watching the same show, so we wanted to catch a few episodes together and he invited me over. He and I ended up drinking like half a bottle of tequila and lots of seltzers that night, so we were both pretty drunk. Come time for bed, I ask him if I can crash and he’s like “of course, you can have the couch”, jokingly I’m like “I don’t sleep well on couches, won’t you give me your bed and take the couch?” And James responds “I’m not sleeping on the couch, guess we’ll both be in the bed” then he suggests sleeping opposite ways to which I respond “what for? We can cuddle” and he laughs.
We then go to bed and as we lay down, I ask “little or big spoon”, James doesn’t say a word, he just turns into the little spoon position, so I spoon him and he holds my arm tight. We fall asleep. Throughout the night I would wake up noticing we changed positions. At one point, James was on his back with my head on his chest and my left leg in between his legs while my thigh was all in his private parts. Another time, I woke up noticing I had accidentally (frfr) rested my right hand on top of his dick. I moved, and went back to laying on his chest with my leg up. It all felt very intimate. At this point, it’s morning time. He gets up to use the bathroom and then goes to the couch to sleep. I go back to sleep remaining in his bed.
Once we had both wake up and I go out to the couch, I say to james “I cuddled the hell out of you last night” and he responds “I only left because it got hot” which was true, it was pretty hot under the comforter. Next day back in the office, I notice james wasnt horseplaying as much as before. I had ask to hangout again, to which he flaked on me multiple times. Things were awkward for a little, then fast forward a week later, we slowly get back to that same flirty behavior as before.
So, this week, he finally had me over again. Same thing as before, chop it up, plays games, drinking a lot, cuddling at night. This time felt more intimate than the last. At one point, my leg was pressed on his dick and I could feel him throbbing. He even repositioned himself to face me and his legs to wrap around me. His dick was pressed into my thigh, all the while throbbing. That went on for hours. In the morning, same thing again, he goes to the bathroom and then hits the couch because it’s hot. We end up getting breakfast and playing video games all morning. No awkwardness, but no conversation of how we cuddled. We decide to hangout again that same night.
So, the second night of hanging out in a row, it’s the same thing. Drink, chat, game, cuddle. The difference this time is, I passed out on the couch and when I wake up to find him in his bed, I joined him. When I lay down, he scoots in closer to me and I rest on his chest on put my leg up. He put his arm around me and held me close. I was even the little spoon at one point. Then next morning, it’s the same thing again, he says it’s hot, goes to the bathroom then the couch. I leave early as we had to be in the office in a few hours. This was yesterday.
We’ve yet to discuss how we’re basically cuddle buddies. Our interactions aren’t awkward and in fact, feels like we’re closer than before. He has invited me over again, but this time he has his close friends visiting for the weekend. I’m not sure I’ll hangout with them, since I don’t want to impede. Also, I doubt we’ll share his bed with his friends staying over.
I’m not sure what to make of any of this, as from what I’ve gathered, he is definitely into girls. When we hangout, we go into detail about our experiences with women. I know I have a crush on him, but I’m not sure if he’s interested or what? I guess talking to him would be the best way to find out, but what if that backfires and I ruin whatever it is we have? I’m not even sure what I want out of posting this, never posted on any blog like this before. Maybe someone has been in a similar situation? Please advise.

But I wasn't even there.
I walked home with a woman from the bar last Friday, said goodbye at my porch and went to bed. She walked wherever she was going on her own after that. Don't know her name or phone number, didn't have any intentions with her. Didn't think about it at all again except when my girlfriend asked the next day how my night had gone I told her that I met a few women.
Fast forward to yesterday, the cops show up at my house asking me where I was on Friday night. Of course I told them that I had gone to the bar, walked with that woman and then gone to bed. They tell me that I'm being arrested on charges of battery with serious bodily injury and take me to jail. Luckily my girlfriend posted my (expensive) bail for me so I'm out now, but definitely totally rocked. I will definitely be getting a lawyer but I'm just curious if anyone's heard anything remotely similar to this? I have no alibi except possibly my brother who says he heard us chatting on the porch before she left. My girlfriend was out of town that night, hence me being at the bar having a night out without her. I don't even remember this woman's name.
Edit: the police stated while arresting me that they have photo evidence of injuries, so this woman was injured somehow. But I have no idea how, or by whom or even what the injuries are.