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2023.06.05 06:12 ZedArkadia June track challenge - Robocop (1987)

It's that time of the month again! For this month's theme, I'd like to go with the original Robocop movie from 1987 - one of the great, iconic 80s sci-fi movies and one of my personal favorites.
Rules:
1) I'd like to add some flexibility with this one. Please select at least one of the below options (feel free to choose more than one or even all of them if you're feeling frisky):
2) Upload your track to Soundcloud and share the link in a comment on this thread.
3) Everyone's track will get put on a playlist. There's no official ranking - the real prize is the beats we made along the way.
4) Recommended length is 1 to 4 minutes but go with whatever works for you.
5) The most important rule is to have fun!
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2023.06.05 06:07 Whodis916 I am TIRED of our friends taking advantage of us

I(30 M) and my SO(27 F) are ALWAYS taken advantage of by our friends. We have a weekly game night on Saturday. We always meet at a friends place as they have a house, and three out of 7 of our group live there.
However, my and my SO can host as well, as our apartment complex has a nice area for parties that has great AC, bathrooms, coffee, water, even a little kitchen.
Now that we have gotten through the backstory, let's proceed into just how they take advantage of us:
1 - We all agreed to see a movie together in theaters. I volunteered to get the seats, implying that that they would pay me back. Keep in mind, I never once said that I would pay for others' tickets, and it would be around $100+ dollars for minimum 8 tickets(we had a plus one). Never ONCE did they ask how they can pay me back. They met and my SO at the theater thanking me for buying everyone's tickets. I was caught off guard and just said sure, thinking that I would clear this up later as we were running late for the movie.
  1. We often order food together through Doordash, Postmates, you get the picture. I have had to ask the group TWICE to pay me back. One time they tried to not pay me! Only my SO sent me money for my food. And when they DO send me money, it's an arbitrary amount! I send the receipt to the group, so there is NO excuse to just send me $20 when you can clearly see on the receipt that your food was $18 and you still owe me for your portion of the tax AND delivery on top of that.
  2. Today, we were offered to host game night from one of our friends. I'm sick and recovering from a foot injury, and my SO just twisted her ankle a few hours before time, so I would be sitting this one out and my SO can't drive. Nope, they can't make it to us. They have to make sure that there dog eats dinner exactly on time(she has no issues with food, they just baby her). Don't worry, they waited until we agreed on it and set up and brought everything to the game room before telling us that they would really rather do it at their place because of the dog. God FORBID they lift a finger for us!
  3. One of the friends does crochet. When she started her business, she just asked my SO what her favorite color was. She told her Green, not thinking literally anything of it as it wasn't followed by anything. Next week she shows up with this crocheted thing(no idea what it is, my SO doesn't use it), and told her that it would be $20. Very confused and thinking that she misheard her(because why would a friend try to take advantage of you), she paid her. Later that night, she told me that she never once agreed to buy one of her crocheted things.
There are MANY more small things, but this is the general idea of what we are dealing with. I'm so fucking tired of how selfish they are, and I feel like our kindhearted nature is now being taken advantage of.
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2023.06.05 05:55 anonymousaccount247 Watching the movie "Click" destroyed my anxiety. Here's what I learned.

I've always had a huge level of anxiety from a young age, even took Lexapro for a few months but quit it due to side effects.
Something that was a complete game-changer for me today was watching the movie Click by Adam Sandler. The entire movie plot revolves around anxiety.
[Spoiler alert].
So Adam Sandler's character is gifted a remote controller that is able to fast-forward his life into the future and he starts using it.
But the thing is that every time he transports himself, he loses something good he had in his past. Like when he wished "skip me to when I get promoted", but when he got there his dog had died, or when he wished "skip me to when I'm CEO" but had completely lost his health when he got there.
So the point is that we shouldn't crave to live in the future, because only now you have your parents, only now you have your wife, only now you have your health, and you can only enjoy those things now.
At the end of the movie, the main character gets a chance to live his life again, then throws the remote in the trash can and proceeds to live life in the moment.
There's a phrase I repeat to myself "it will come at the right time".
It feels like I untied a knot in my brain, I feel so much better now, my leg isn't shaking anymore. I hope this text will help you as well.
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2023.06.05 05:54 anonymousaccount247 Watch the movie "Click" destroyed my anxiety. Here's what I learned.

I've always had a huge level of anxiety from a young age, even took Lexapro for a few months but quit it due to side effects.
Something that was a complete game-changer for me today was watching the movie Click by Adam Sandler. The entire movie plot revolves around anxiety.
[Spoiler alert].
So Adam Sandler's character is gifted a remote controller that is able to fast-forward his life into the future and he starts using it.
But the thing is that every time he transports himself, he loses something good he had in his past. Like when he wished "skip me to when I get promoted", but when he got there his dog had died, or when he wished "skip me to when I'm CEO" but had completely lost his health when he got there.
So the point is that we shouldn't crave to live in the future, because only now you have your parents, only now you have your wife, only now you have your health, and you can only enjoy those things now.
At the end of the movie, the main character gets a chance to live his life again, then throws the remote in the trash can and proceeds to live life in the moment.
There's a phrase I repeat to myself "it will come at the right time".
It feels like I untied a knot in my brain, I feel so much better now, my leg isn't shaking anymore. I hope this text will help you as well.
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2023.06.05 05:49 JLGoodwin1990 We broke into the Egyptian Theatre in Coos Bay to go ghost hunting. I wish we never had.

“I just had an idea pop into my head about something to do this coming weekend, and I wanted to bounce it off you two before it slips my mind” My friend Natasha said those words as the three of us sat on my couch one afternoon. I found myself sitting up slightly. Normally, Natasha was the last of our group to suggest things to do, letting Vinny, the third member of our group, or I come up with the plans to keep our free time occupied. The fact she was about to suggest something intrigued me. “What have you got in mind?” I asked her. A smile played over her face as her brown eyes seemed to flash. “How about a little ghost hunting?”
I felt Vinny sit straight up beside me. She had clearly grabbed both our attention now. The three of us were what you might call amateur ghost hunters, using very basic items we bought offline to visit some of the spookier places in the area and posting our adventures on YouTube, sort of like a crappier version of Ghost Adventures. “Now that’s one hell of a good idea” Vinny said, before a puzzled expression spread over his face. “But, I mean, where? We’ve already done most of the places around town. The Tioga building won’t let us in after that…well, what that one resident claims we stirred up in the old ballroom, and I’m not about to make the hours long drive to the Wolf Creek Inn” Natasha’s smile grew wider. “No, we don’t have to even go out of town for this one” she said, her voice dropping low, “What I’m suggesting, is we check out…” her voice trailed off, letting the suspense grow for a few seconds before finishing, “The Egyptian Theatre”
Instantly, Vinny let out a harsh bark of laughter. “HA! Now that’s a good one. You know damn good and well that the society that runs the theater won’t allow us in after hours to ghost hunt. As far as I know, they’ve never allowed any paranormal teams into the place” He pulled a face. “So, how exactly do you propose we get in there? You flutter your eyelashes for the night janitor and use your feminine charms to get us in?” Natasha still grinned, but rolled her eyes at our friend’s quip. “No, actually, I was thinking about using my lock picking skills to get us in” she declared. It was my turn to give her an incredulous look. “You’re joking, right?” I asked. She shook her head. “Nope, I’m dead serious” I let out an incredulous, almost baffled snort of laughter and pulled my glasses off my face, rubbing my eyes.
The country, and, to a large extent, the entire world, became gripped in an interest, sometimes bordering on obsession with all things Egyptian when King Tut’s tomb was discovered over a century ago. Many things came out of this, including the classic 1932 monster movie The Mummy. But, one thing that also came of this fever gripping the country was a desire to build many Egyptian style buildings. And one of the buildings which took this design and ran with it, were the movie theatres. A decade after the legendary discovery, over a hundred theatres had gone up all around the country, their interiors clad with fake temple columns, paintings of sphinxes and Egyptian gods such as Anubis decorating the walls, and hieroglyphs adorning the archways. People flocked in droves to them, both to watch movies, and live performances. But, like all trends, eventually, the interest began to wane, and as the late 20th Century approached, many began to shut down and be either remodeled, or straight up demolished. Today, there’s only between five and eight Egyptian style theatres left in the entire country.
And one just so happens to be right in the town I live in.
When I moved to Coos Bay, Oregon nine years ago, I immediately fell in love with the place. Even though it’s the largest coastal town on the Oregon coast, it’s a place which is more or less perpetually frozen in time, still looking pretty much as it did between thirty and seventy years ago. And, as someone who is not exactly into the modern world, it made a perfect place for me to live and escape away from the 21st Century. I began exploring right away, driving every street of it and the town neighboring it, North Bend, along with walking every alley and back road I could to learn the layout. That’s how I learned about the supernatural element to the town.
There are many places in town which people claim supernatural occurrences take place. From the remains of the old logging buildings on the estuary, to the old Tioga Hotel which has been remodeled into apartments, there is no shortage of ghostly tales. There was even the old McCauley Hospital, which had once been the focal point of the town’s annual ghost walks until it was demolished in 2018. As a side note, I heard a rumor that a couple people broke into that place right before it got torn down. Something sure spooked them, because a friend of mine on the police force told me they gave him a fright, bursting in the night before Easter and rambling about something. I always wondered what they saw in there.
But, for me, the place in town I always loved the most, and enjoyed the most hearing about the ghostly accounts told, was the Egyptian Theatre.
Originally built as a garage in 1922, it was renovated by a man named Charles Noble into a movie theatre in 1925, where it drew in droves of people from around the area to watch films, and enjoy live vaudeville performances. It continued to operate almost to the end of the 20th Century, when other theatres began to attract younger moviegoers, and for a while, it almost seemed as though the historic building might even be closed for good and gutted. But, thanks to the efforts of local preservation societies, it was saved, and now operates as a theatre once again. They mostly play only older movies, along with live performances.
And, of course, it draws curious people for the paranormal rumors surrounding it.
For years, people have reported strange occurrences happening inside the building, both when it’s open, and after hours. Patrons and employees alike have spoken about a pervasive feeling of being watched inside the building, but finding no one there when the place was searched. There have been reports of being touched by invisible hands, a few even pushed slightly. Beyond physical interaction, employees have reported the sounds of old film projectors playing and unseen audiences laughing after hours, along with the eerie playing of the theatre’s Wurlitzer pipe organ, along with a host of other occurrences. No ghost hunting team has ever gone in to try and document these events. And to Natasha, that was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Legal, or not.
“Are you freaking nuts?!” Vinny exclaimed, “Do you have any idea how much trouble we’d be in if we got caught breaking and entering? The cops around here are already a bit twitchy with the druggies and the homeless. You wanna give them a reason to throw us into jail alongside them?” Natasha held up a finger, flipping her black hair over her shoulder. “They won’t find out, because I have not one, but two aces in the hole here. The first is that thanks to being friends with Scott, I know the nighttime police sweeps, where they’re going to be and everything. There’ll be an hour long window where they’re not anywhere near the alley where the back door to the theatre is. We can get in and out with no threat of being spotted at all. And the second is, did you forget I’m dating Dylan now?” The realization washed over me like a wave; she had started dating the man who helped the preservation society run the theatre a month or so ago. Damn, she’s been planning this one for a while, I thought.
Vinny had a thoughtful look on his face, his green eyes darting around rapidly, but not seeing. “Hmm” he muttered, then looked at Natasha. “And you’re sure that there’s no chance of us getting caught?” he asked slowly. “Absolutely none” she said, then looked at both of us. “So, how about it?” For a few moments, there was silence, and then Vinny let out a chuckle. “What the hell, why not? The most exciting thing we’ve done the last few weeks is go down to the farmer’s market. This could shake things up a bit” I suddenly became aware that the two of them were looking at me, waiting for me to make my decision. I was always the most sensible of the three of us, doing all I could to keep us out of trouble with others as well as the law. But, I always had one nasty Achilles Heel ever since I had been a child, and that was peer pressure. So, despite the overwhelming feeling that I should tell them no, that I should say we should just find something else to do, I nodded. “Alright, let’s do it” I said simply, causing grins to break out on both of my friend’s faces.
I wish to God in retrospect that I’d just had the damn spine to stand up and say “No”
The rest of the week seemed to pass by faster than usual. Before I knew it, the weekend had arrived. We’d decided that late Saturday night would be the best time to do this, as most places downtown closed up between eleven and midnight, aside from the bars and strip club. To say I felt anxious about breaking the law, something I wasn’t used to doing at all, would be like calling a Megalodon a goldfish, but my worries about disappointing my friends ended up outweighing it. And so, at eleven-thirty, the three of us piled into my beat up Chevy Tahoe, and made our way towards downtown. As I drove us down Ocean Boulevard, which connected the two sides of town, something settled over me. I can’t exactly place it, even to this day. But it was the most uneasy feeling I’ve ever experienced. But I did my best to push it away. It’s nothing, Troy. It’s just because you’re, understandably, worried about this. Plus, the road being deserted isn’t helping much.
My mental chiding seemed to help center me a bit, which was a good thing. The road was now angling downward, and a moment later, we drove into downtown. The darkened shapes of the closed stores seemed to rise up higher on either side of us than they looked during the daytime. We’d decided to cruise by the front entrance first, just to see if anyone were still inside. As I turned the truck onto the main drag, the sign for the theatre rose high above us, a depiction of an Egyptian pharaoh next to the yellow and white letters which proclaimed its name to everyone who drove through town. I spared a glance as we passed it. The lit up marquee windows showed that The Blues Brothers and Jaws would be shown soon. For whatever reason, though, I couldn’t bring myself to look through the glass doors that showed the building’s darkened interior. The uneasy feeling had returned, and, for a moment, it felt as though if I did look, I would see someone, or something staring back out at me. And then we passed it, taking the next right and looping back around to Anderson Ave.
I turned the truck into the narrow alley drive which ran along the back of the theatre and neighboring buildings. Parking right next to the rear doors would be extremely conspicuous, so I pulled up a bit further and parked in a carport like area. Shutting off the engine, I turned to my two friends. “Well, this is it” I said, “Last chance to turn back if anyone’s having second thoughts” I’d hoped that either Vinny or Natasha would’ve gotten cold feet in the last few minutes, allowing us to go do something else. But there was no such luck. “Are you kidding me?” Natasha said from the passenger seat, “We are far too close to back out now!” Vinny grunted from behind me. Well, shit. Resigning myself to the fact they were determined to go through with this, I let a deep breath out through my nose and nodded. The others opened their doors and hopped out. A moment later, I followed.
The night air was cool and crisp on my skin as we slowly walked back down the alley to the rear of the yellow-ish, tan building. Three different sets of red double doors were built into the back of the theatre. Natasha pulled something out of her coat pocket, and I realized, with a small pang of surprise, that it was a lock pick set. A legitimate lock pick set. “Where the hell did you get that?” I whispered to her. She shrugged and smiled. “I have my ways of getting things” she said simply, then pointed to the far right set of doors. “We’ll have a bit of cover from that electrical box. You two keep an eye out while I deal with the lock” And with that, she scurried forward, bending down in front of the door handles. Vinny and I stood guard, each of us looking down both ends of the alley. As the soft sound of Natasha messing with the lock filtered over to me, I realized just how quiet it was. And how eerie hearing downtown so quiet was. Aside from a few distant booms and bangs, and the far off sound of a dog barking, all I could hear was the whistle of the wind as it whipped between the old buildings.
An involuntary shiver cascaded up my spine, and I tried again to reason myself back to a relative sense of calm. “Get a grip, dude, you’re gonna be fine” I whispered under my breath. But this time, it felt as though I weren’t able to entirely convince myself. I suddenly became aware of a creeping sensation, one which made me shoot a look around. Nothing moved in the stillness, no indication of anyone besides us being in the alley. And, yet…I was overcome with the distinct feeling of being watched. Not by either of my friends. But…by someone else. Before I had a chance to even think about it, I heard a rather loud click, and Natasha let out a soft laugh of triumph. “We’re in, ladies and gentleman!” she declared, standing up and pulling on the door. It opened silently, the streetlight in the alley casting a small shaft of light into the darkness beyond. Turning, she waved an arm at Vinny and I. “Come on, let’s get inside”
Before either of us could say anything, she turned and disappeared into the dark. I shot a look at Vinny, who simply shrugged. “After you, my man” he whispered. I let out a deep sigh, and then moved to the door. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the small flashlight, and then pulled on the heavy metal, slipping inside, Vinny right behind me. The darkness swallowed us as the door closed. For a moment, a small rush of panic from not being able to see flashed through me, before a light appeared beside me. It wasn’t from a flashlight, though; instead, a small, orange flame flickered beside me. “Don’t turn on your flashlights yet, just follow me” Natasha said, the flame making her face seem to dance and move behind it. She turned and headed away, leaving us no choice but to follow. I listened to her and didn’t turn on my flashlight. But every fiber of my being was screaming at me to. Because the feeling of being watched out in the alleyway? Had quintupled in here. The best way to describe it, was that we were angrily being stared at. And I didn’t like the sensation one bit.
Natasha led us up a flight of steps and pushed open another door. “We’re here” she said, still keeping her voice low, “You can turn on your flashlights now” Thank you, God, I silently said, snapping mine on and casting a bright white light into the room we’d entered. A moment later, so did my two friends’ lights. The beams played around, and I heard Vinny let out a bit of a gasp. “Ho-lyyyy shit” he muttered.
Natasha had guided us into the main theatre. The ceiling rose high above our heads, almost out of sight of even the flashlights. Rows upon rows of red movie seats stretched out and away from us, seeming almost unending in the shadows. The walls were all covered in hieroglyphs, all still original from the 1920s. To our left, the second story, which housed a smaller row of seats, along with the projection room rose about twenty feet above us. And to the right, was the stage itself. It was flanked by two huge columns, the screen rolled up and revealing a mosaic of an Egyptian building on the back wall, with two men clutching staffs sitting on either side. Directly in front of the stage sat the organ, its seating bench tucked beneath it.
“Okay, this is a trip to be in at night!” Natasha exclaimed excitedly, then pulled the backpack she’d been wearing off her shoulders. Dropping it into a seat, she unzipped it and began pulling items from it. “Guys, here” she said, holding them out. Vinny stepped forward and grabbed the camcorder from her; as someone who’d had a lifelong dream of being a filmmaker, he was our resident cameraman. I stepped forward and took two items from her: an infrared thermometer and an EVP recorder. The rest, she placed on the ground, and then faced Vinny. “Alright, tell me when you’re recording” He fumbled with the camcorder for a second, then shot her a thumbs up. Instantly, she took on a somber, eerie expression, giving an admittedly creepy look at the camera. “Well, well, welcome back to The Three Ghostkuteers, everyone. I hope you all have been well since our last trip. Tonight, you join us in a very, very special place, and one close to home for us. We are currently in the Egyptian Theatre in Coos Bay, Oregon, one of the last remaining in the country. It was built in the 1920s by a man named Charles Noble-“
I turned away, tuning her out as I did. The woman really, really enjoys being in front of the camera. Better her than me. Shining my light around, I looked up at the balcony. I could see the small hole in the projection booth where the movie projector would shine out onto the screen. Something caught the beam’s light, reflecting off it slightly, and I aimed the light at the wall. It was a wrought iron light fixture, one which had been shaped into the figure of a King Cobra, poised to strike. Gazing around, I saw they adorned much of the walls. I let out a small shudder at it. God, do I hate snakes. Thankfully, though, the feeling of being watched I’d had in the alley and the darkened back of the theatre had seemingly disappeared. Yeah, see, what’d I tell you, Troy? Nothing but your nerves.
Natasha had finished her opening monologue and moved to the edge of the stage, on which she placed the small, square spirit box. “And now, let’s see if anyone would like to speak with us” she said, flicking it on. Instantly, the silence of the theatre was shattered by the sound of static, intermittently interrupted by quick snippets of radio shows being picked up. “Is there anyone here who’d like to talk to us?” she called out into the huge room. The static and snippets were the only sound to answer her. After a minute, she tried again. “Are there any spirits who’d like to communicate with us?” There was still nothing. Vinny panned the camera from the box to Natasha as she paced back and forth for a few minutes. A small look of disappointment flooded over her face, but she instantly plastered it over with the same look she’d given the camera before. “Well, it looks like the spirit box isn’t gonna work tonight, so we’re gonna have to try something else” She pulled out an EVP recorder identical to mine and switched it on. “Let’s try this instead, shall we? Remember, by the way guys, if you’re new here and want to see more, to like and subscribe-“
I turned away again, feeling a small pang of irritation flow through me. This is freakin’ ridiculous, man. The longer we stay in here, the more chance we have of getting caught. Truth be told, as much as I enjoyed ghost hunting, I didn’t even really believe in the paranormal. In all the years the three of us had filmed together, not once had we caught anything, on tape or otherwise. In fact, many times we’d had to fake spooky occurrences in order to make sure our videos got any views at all. This is your own fault, man, I silently chided myself, you’re the one who couldn’t stand up to them and say no. You really, seriously need to grown a spine and learn how to say no. The mental self lecture was furthering my rotten mood, and I began to feel a wave of anger at my two friends, as well as myself boil up.
“Hell with this” I finally muttered, then turned and began walking up the aisle. “Troy, where the hell are you going?” I heard Natasha call out behind me. I stopped, not looking over my shoulder, but quietly aiming my voice behind me and allowing a hint of irritation to seep into it. “I’m gonna go check out the second floor balcony, okay? I don’t exactly like just standing here” For a moment, there was silence, and then her voice came, soft and almost apologetic. “Okay, go ahead” Before she could say anything more, I strode away, walking to the open doorway which led out of the theater and into the concession area. I hooded my flashlight beam with one hand to make sure it wouldn’t accidentally shine out of the glass entrance doors into the street and looked around. The lobby and concession stand took up most of the front area, the darkened shape of it stretching along the far wall.
Taking a few steps ahead, I turned and looked up at the wall above me. Large, blue letters stretched out from one side of it to the other. Through these doors pass the most wonderful people. I snorted softly. “Yeah, unfortunately, not tonight” I shook my head, then looked around. And nearly jumped out of my skin. Something also seemed to jump back. I felt my heartbeat begin to race in my chest and my breath quickened. “Shit…” I let out weakly, then slowly moved forward. After a few steps, I suddenly realized what I’d seen and let out a soft laugh of relief.
“Your own damn reflection, you fucking pussy” Shaking my head, I turned away from the glass wall and headed for the stairs to the second floor. At the base of them, I stopped and shone my flashlight up. “Ooh, boy” I said quietly. Sitting next to the stairway like a sentry, was a huge, golden statue of a pharaoh. It towered over me, and I estimated that, were it be standing straight up, it’d easily be between eight and ten feet tall. It stared straight ahead at the wall ahead of it, and I couldn’t help but let out a small shiver as I stared at it. It just seemed so damn eerie in the dark, and I quickly moved past it, heading up the stairs and stepping out onto the second story balcony.
I shone my light around. Red seats again surrounded me, though this time far fewer. Ahead of me, I could see the balcony’s edge and the hulking shape of the main stage beyond. I could also see the beams of my friends’ flashlights playing over it, and hear both of their voices speaking softly. Deciding while I was up here to at least check out the projection booth, I strode over to the door and tried to turn the handle. It was locked. Feeling my irritation bubble over into exasperation, I jiggled the handle in some stupid attempt to open it. But the door stayed shut. I turned away and rubbed my eyes, again hearing the voices of my friends softly filtering up to me from down below.
“Hey, if there really are any ghosts, or spooks, or specters, or whatever in here? If you’re actually real, could you appear to us, please?” I whispered to no one, “That way my friends can get what they want and I can go home” I received only silence in reply. I hadn’t really expected anything, anyways. You know what? Screw this, I’m going back down there and telling them I’m going home, with or without them. This is beyond stupid, I just broke the law for what? For nothing! For something dumb as hell. And with that, I turned to walk away. But I hadn’t even taken a single step when something crashed into me like a wave. The breath was driven from my lungs as I felt a massive chill shoot through me, as though I’d been doused with ice water. “What the fuck?!” I hissed through gritted teeth, then froze, my eyes going wide. The feeling of being watched had returned with a vengeance, and it had seemingly been ramped up in its intensity. I shot a look around, but saw nobody.
Still, the feeling remained, and with each passing second, it almost seemed to grow stronger. Chill after chill rolled up my spine, and even though I didn’t really believe, something deep inside me told me that it was time to get out. Okay, time to leave, I said in my head, and headed quickly for the stairs. As I reached the head, I turned to look back one final time. That’s when I saw something. It disappeared when I aimed my flashlight at it, but I swear a second earlier it had been the outline of a person, standing in the shadows and watching me. The split second sight catapulted me into motion, and I hurried down the steps, shining my light every which way but loose. Believer or not, I knew something wanted us out. I’d planned on jumping off the second to last stair and running for the main theatre floor. But as I reached the bottom, I froze.
For a moment, I couldn’t place why. And then, the realization fell over me like a tsunami. I let out an involuntary gasp, and fear like I’d never felt before surged through me. I didn’t want to turn around and look. I wanted to pretend I hadn’t seen it. I desperately wanted to. But, like a dumbass character in a horror movie, I couldn’t help it. I needed to look. I slowly turned, aiming my flashlight back up. And I couldn’t help but let out a strangled scream, falling backwards over my own feet as I began to backpedal rapidly.
The statue of the pharaoh still sat where it had. It still towered over me, looking as imposing and eerie as ever. But it’s carved and painted eyes were no longer staring straight ahead at the wall. Instead, they had somehow moved. And when I’d turned, I’d come to find they were staring directly at me.
I scrambled to my feet, snatching the flashlight from the floor where I’d dropped it and aiming it at the statue again. It stared straight out at nothing again. But I knew what I’d seen. It hadn’t been a trick of my mind, or the light. The freaking thing’s eyes had moved to watch me as I passed down by it. I began to stammer out as I backed away from it. “Okay, that’s it, no no no no, we’re done here, fuck this shit, I’m officially a believer, we’re leaving, right now” I kept backing towards the doorway to the theatre, never taking my eyes off the statue. I was terrified I’d seen it suddenly stand up and turn to lumber after me like Boris Karloff or something.
The blaring sound of the theatre’s organ slashed through the silence, causing me to let out another strangled scream and jump almost a foot off the ground. I whipped around, thinking I would see my moronic friends tinkering with the instrument. Instead, I froze again. The theatre was no longer dark. Both of my friends had seemingly vanished from the room, as I could no longer see them. The movie screen had somehow been pulled down, and above me, I heard the whir of the movie projector playing. An old, black and white movie, one which had no sound, played on the screen, occasionally changing to show dialogue being displayed in white letters.
It was also no longer empty.
The entire theatre was packed. I saw people sitting at almost every single seat in the huge room. I could only see the backs of their heads as they watched the movie playing. At the edge of the stage, what looked like a man now sat at the organ, playing it in time with the film. A slapstick moment came across the screen, and the audience began laughing. In any other situation, it would’ve been a comforting sound. But at that moment, it was the most spine chilling sound I’d ever heard. Especially as another wave of realization crashed into me. From the little I could see, everyone in the theatre looked to be dressed in long passed fashions.
That’s when the voice, low and quiet, came from behind me. “Good evening, sir” it said. It sounded like a man’s voice, one rather low and deep pitched, but something about it paralyzed me on the spot. The voice continued, putting on an air of pleasant politeness. “We’re so glad you could make it, it’s been so long since we’ve had new patrons arrive at a showing. If I could just see your ticket, please?”
For a moment, I couldn’t speak. Then, I managed to squeak out two words. “Uh, ticket?” The tone of the voice seemed to change somewhat. “Yes, your ticket. That’s the only way you could’ve gotten in. Please, let me verify it and show you to your seat” Ohhh, shit. Whoever, or whatever the voice belonged to, thought I had shown up like a regular moviegoer. The voice’s tone became less polite. “You do have a ticket, right, sir?” I was beyond terrified to answer, but I was more terrified to remain silent. For a moment, I considered lying. But I feared what might happen if I did. So I told the truth.
“I….uh, I, uh….I don’t have a ticket, sir” I stammered out, my voice barely above a whisper. Instantly, all sound stopped in the room like someone had flipped a switch. “You…don’t have a ticket?” the voice said, all pretense of manners vanishing from it, “Then how did you get in here for the late night showing?” Oh, god. I forced myself to speak, still unable to say anything except the truth. “My…my friends and I….broke in…through the back door…to…ghost hunt…” There was silence for a few moments, and then a heavy hand dropped onto my shoulder. My head swiveled to look at it. Oh, fuck me sideways. It wasn’t a regular hand. It was a fucking claw. One with black skin, tipped with what looked like razor sharp nails. It sat there for a moment, then tightened; almost painfully so, making me let out a small whimper of pain.
That’s when I looked up. Everyone in the theatre had turned to look at me. My initial thought had been correct; they all wore clothing from almost a century ago, and not the stuff cosplayers wear, either. They also had very angry expressions on their faces, as if they’d just noticed the intruder among their midst. The voice finally came again, almost directly behind me. Its tone lowered, almost sounding guttural and animal, making my legs almost melt into jelly from the fear. “Then, might I make a suggestion to you and your trespassing little friends?” My breath came in rapid, ragged gasps, and I barely managed to force out the one word. “Yes?”
“LEAVE”
At the single word reply, which now more closely resembled a growl than a word, I did something I will forever wish I hadn’t. I finally turned and looked up at who was addressing me. The only way I can describe what happened is, my mind shattered. The next thing I remember, I was crashing into the back doors of the theatre into the night.
And I was screaming.
That was a month or so ago. When I’d stumbled back into the alley, I’d turned and, in what I can only call blind fear and panic, bolted for my truck. I hadn’t even heard my friends chasing after me. Not until Vinny caught up to me as I scrambled with my keys, grabbing me from behind and turning me to face him. He said the look I’d had on my face scared him and Natasha more than anything ever had before. I’d been pale as a sheet, my eyes wider than they ever thought a human’s could be. I'd been babbling softly. I’d been saying the words “They want us to leave” over and over. They didn’t ask me what had happened. They just pushed me into the backseat of my truck and drove away from there. It was clear, as I found out later on, that both of them hadn’t seen anything. As far as they were concerned before seeing me dash to the rear doors, it was just an empty theatre. Neither one of them ever asked me what I saw that night. And for that, I’m thankful. Because I could never utter from my lips what I did see.
But I’ve had nightmares since then. Horrible ones. Ones that’ve been so bad, I had to let out what happened to me, deciding to just post it here, regardless of whether people believe me or not.
Nightmares about being back in that theatre after hours. About seeing that pharaoh statue’s eyes flick in its painted sockets to look at me. About seeing all those people, people long since dead, sitting and watching the films they did when they were alive. About seeing that hand fall on my shoulder, hearing that voice, telling me not to come back until I have a ticket.
And about turning to see who the hand and voice belonged to.
The Egyptian Theatre will be celebrating its centennial this year. People are planning to show up in 1920s cars, dressed in period clothing. They’re even going to show an old, silent film as part of the festivities. But I won’t be attending it. I won’t ever go anywhere near it again. The one time I tried, a week or so ago, I started trembling with fear. And the mental image played over and over in my head.
The image of turning to see that horrible canine head attached to the human-like body, red, glowing eyes glaring down at me as it’s sharp teeth glinted in the light.
I pray to god I never will end up with a ticket to one of its late night showings.
But I can't help but fear that, like those packed into the theatre, sooner or later, we all will.
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2023.06.05 05:48 sea-lass-1072 In Defense of Gale Hawthorne

Calling all Gale Defenders!
I know right away this is not going to be a popular post - and that’s fine! But as someone who appreciates the character of Gale Hawthorne, the amount of hate that is thrown his way is deeply upsetting. (And yes, this is ultimately in response to a recent Gale-hate post lol)
I am hoping to start a conversation about his merits and positive qualities that make his character more well-rounded than many people seem to perceive. I have no idea how long this post will be so apologize in advance.
PS - if you have only watched the movies, I already don't care about your Gale take. sorry not sorry!
  1. Gale did not kill Prim.
Did Gale help create the bombs that killed Prim? Probably. Did Gale decide to kill Prim? No. Arguing anything else is ridiculous.
Did Gale know that innocent people would die at the hands of his bombs? Yes, of course, but they were literally fighting a war. He didn’t know they would be used against medics (edit to add - i am conceding here, he did know they would be used on medics but Not d13/rebel medics) and children, and was clearly upset when Katniss asked if the bomb were his. After the war, Gale arguably left for District 2 because he knew Katniss wouldn’t want to see him and understood she needed space to heal and grieve - even though Katniss herself acknowledges that Gale is not at fault for Prim’s death.
Anyone still using the “Gale killed Prim” defense is just creating their own narrative because they don’t like him, and I stand firm on this.
It’s made clear in the narrative that Coin killed Prim, and would have found another way to kill Prim if it wasn’t for the bombs anyway. She needed Katniss in the palm of her hand, and convincing Katniss that it was the Capitol that killed Prim was Coin’s goal - so she could keep Katniss in check and on her side.
  1. You don’t need to pit Gale and Peeta against each other.
Gale himself admits that Peeta is a likable guy and wishes it was harder to dislike him - and Peeta is often jealous of Gale.
The truth of it is that Gale and Peeta have had vastly different life experiences. Gale is a man of color, living in the Seam, whose father has died, who has had to help raise his three younger siblings alongside his mother, who has been risking his life to hunt in the woods to provide for them, who had to watch helplessly as the closest person in his life fought in the Games, and had to watch first hand as his home was completely obliterated.
Peeta is a white man who lived in town and was abused by his mother growing up and suffered deep trauma from the Hunger Games.
Their lives are different. They have different motivations. Peeta is not trying to keep his entire family alive, and does not have to risk his life in the woods or the mines. Gale wasn’t reaped and didn’t have to experience the brutality of the Games.
By pitting them against each other, you are the one feeding into the love triangle narrative.
  1. Gale’s main motivation is NOT “ending up with Katniss”.
I am so confused at all the comments I see about Gale prioritizing his “romance” with Katniss during her post-Games experience and manipulating her to be with him. What?!?! Did we read the same books!? Yes, they kiss a few times. He kisses Katniss before she leaves for her Victory Tour, and that confuses her, but to be fair to Gale (which many of you are not…), he says he only wanted to do it once. Katniss is the next one to initiate any kisses with Gale - and even tells him that she wants to run away with him (which is what prompts Gale to admit he loves her - he likely would not have said this to her if she hadn’t suggested they run away together).
Secondly, Katniss is the narrator. Again - Katniss is the narrator. Basically everything we see with Katniss and Gale is coming from Katniss. She uses Gale as a distraction (see: Mockingjay) and Gale acknowledges time and time again that Katniss only is interested in him when he’s hurting.
Gale kept her family alive while she was in the Games, and they have been some of the most important peoples in one another’s lives since they were 12 and 14. There is a lot of trust between the two of them as they have a deep interwoven history. That doesn’t mean he is constantly trying to romance her or pull her away from Peeta - he doesn’t like that Katniss is putting on a show for the Capitol with Peeta, but to some extent he does understand it.
Thirdly, see point four.
  1. Gale has suffered the brutality of the Capitol just like everyone else.
Yes, Katniss had to fight in the Games. That is horrible and there’s no taking away from that. But don’t forget that Gale was raised in District 12, also lost his father to the mine collapse, has been raising his 3 siblings alongside his mother through illegal hunting, and was whipped publicly in the square. And then was there when the entire District was bombed! He is one of the sole reasons there were even any survivors.
To say he has “no regard for human life” isn’t entirely true - he’s fighting against the Capitol, who routinely sent children to their death and displayed it on television - and then firebombed his district so hundreds (if not thousands?) of people died. He knows the enemy, and understand that there is no rule book here.
His main motivations are not “being with Katniss” - he loves Katniss, and makes that very clear, and yes he Does want to be with her. But his main motivation is taking down the Capitol. Katniss even wants to run away with him at one point and he says no, I’m staying here. He chooses the fight over Katniss, and while he does prioritize her, I would argue she is not his main priority.
Anyway, onto some other things…
  1. Gale is a caretaker.
Is he angry? And full of fire and rage? Yes. Does he have a family that he loves and would do anything to protect? Also yes. He looks after them from the moment his father dies. He looks after Katniss’s family as if they were his own.
  1. Gale helped save people from District 12.
I mentioned this above, but without Gale stepping up as a leader during the bombing there likely would have been many more lives lost.
  1. Gale is not selfish.
This argument never makes sense to me. Everything he does is either for Katniss or for the cause. He helps carry Lady to Prim because he’s excited to see the look on her face. He drags Prim away from the Reaping because she’s screaming and he’s trying to protect Katniss. He takes care of her family while she’s away. He hunts for his own family, and sells in the Hob. He doesn’t return to District 12 after the war - and the argument for why can be debated, but it’s implied in the book that he is giving Katniss space (there is likely his own trauma involved too).
  1. Gale never pressures Katniss.
“I know you just killed children in the Games but like can we make out and also what are we lol” ?!??!?!? ha ha ha you're very funny, fandom! Gale has Never said or acted Remotely like this is true but the fandom is hellbent on assigning this narrative to him. He is jealous of what Katniss had to do to survive, yes, but Katniss admits that she would be jealous if the roles were reversed and Gale had to do the same to survive.
He never asks to define their relationship - he understands Katniss has to present as a couple to the Capitol with Peeta, even if he doesn't like it and makes that known. He doesn’t accept the gloves that she gives him - and he makes a comment about them being her fiancé’s, but ultimately rejects them because they’re from the Capitol (not because they’re associated with Peeta - they’re Cinna’s anyway). He kisses her once before her Victory Tour, and tells her he loves her after she says she wants to run away with him.
Other than that, Katniss kisses Gale after his whipping and many times in Mockingjay - For Her Own Benefit and Distraction. Please find me a quote in which Gale is pressuring Katniss into a relationship or a kiss or something she doesn’t want to do with him and I’ll step down, but this argument is frankly bullshit to me.
  1. Gale’s mindset - his anger and rage and the choices he makes that stem from those feelings - is both a narrative device, and true to how many people in the Districts would feel about the Capitol.
Yes, Gale has brutal viewpoints when it comes to the Capitol. ‘I would press a button a kill everyone in the Capitol’ is something he says and he doesn’t think twice about it. But he has also lived his entire life in the clutches of an oppressive regime. He’s never traveled to the Capitol like Katniss has, has never met people from the Capitol who have shown him kindness, has no reason to believe that anyone there actually cares about anyone in the districts. AND HE JUST WATCHED HIS ENTIRE DISTRICT FIREBOMBED TO DEATH.
It’s propaganda. You have fallen for the propaganda (just as Gale did). The Capitol has done everything to keep the Districts and the Capitol apart from one another, and Gale has fed into this belief on the District side of things just like the people in the Capitol feed into it on their side of things. He was raised this way - on top of the brutality of surviving in the Seam.
So to wrap this post - it’s fine that you don’t like him. Genuinely. But you can’t say that he killed Prim, because he didn’t. And if you want to argue that he’s selfish, you have to give some reasons other than his feelings for Katniss. And if you don’t like this paragraph, then you should reread the books and consider Gale’s point of view for maybe the first time in your read-through.
Ultimately, I don't expect to have changed anyone's mind here lol, but as someone who genuinely loves Gale and understands where he's coming from with a lot of his decisions - to see the hate is super disheartening.
Lastly - not that it really matters, but this reddit page makes me think I should say it anyway - I adore Peeta, and am glad that he's the one Katniss ultimately ended up with. I agree that Gale and Katniss wouldn't work on a romantic level long term. That doesn't make me hate him though, lol. y'all are wacky.
I know there are other Gale fans out there like me - so this one's for us! What are some of your favorite moments from Gale? Favorite traits? What has kept you from hating his character?
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2023.06.05 05:48 Zenged_ Newbie Rate My Klipsch Speaker Setup

Let me preface this by saying I am a complete newby when it comes to audio (atleast compared to the members of this sub). Over the years I have collected (for free) and bought some audio equipment mainly for a home theater setup. I am wondering what people’s thoughts on this setup are. All in I have spent $125.
The setup:
Onkyo TX-NR646, 2x Klipsch R15m, Klipsch SW-350 (using the speaker level in inputs split from both speakers)
Any cheap improvements I could make? How would you rate this setup for HIFI listening? Is my receiveamp sufficient or should I try to get one purely dedicated to speakers (I dont use it for anything other than as an amp)? Thanks!
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2023.06.05 05:47 EzekialX Vulturebeard: Bad Roomies Part 3

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/ReddXReads/comments/13lfqkw/vulturebeard_the_legbeard_that_ruined_roomies_fo Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/ReddXReads/comments/13u79ht/vulturebeard_bad_roomies_part_2/
Hi again, it’s the bunny. I’ve just barely stepped into Reddx’s discord, but Ezekial is still posting this saga for me so thank you, Z.
Trigger warning: This will deal with a lot of aspects relating to child neglect (and possible abuse) and Kid being ignored or taking the brunt of Vulture’s anger. Sorry for the spoiler as well, but I think we saw this coming, too (especially if you’ve seen Z talk in the discord). Don’t push yourself to read if you’re not okay with these concepts.
The Cast List
Bunny (author): 33, female. Recovering lifelong doormat slowly building a spine. Neuro spicy gym rat with major depressive disorder, general anxiety disorder, and most recently diagnosed with ADHD. Unfortunately, very familiar with surviving trauma.
Z (poster): My partner. 31, nonbinary (they/them), also neuro spicy with depression, anxiety, OCD, BPD, autism, and also familiar with lifelong trauma.
One Liner Beard (OLB): 33, male, neuro spicy with ADHD and depression. His nickname here comes from the fact that in messenger, he usually has one-word replies like “oof” or “mmm” as an acknowledgement he had seen the message but has nothing further to contribute.
VultureBeard (Vulture): 30, female, neuro spicy and disabled with multiple conditions. She has Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, POTs (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome), autism, depression, anxiety, chronic migraines, but also possibly a list of things that may or may not be real. The star of this unfortunate circus. Her name comes from how she always pops up when I’m cooking food, complaining about how hungry is and how she’s unable to cook.
Kid: 3. Female. OLB and Vulture’s child. Likely neuro spicy like we all are, but she’s also only 3 years old. Slightly speech delayed and not potty trained yet.
Take a deep breath. Now take another one. This chapter will likely make you mad.

Chapter Three: “Do You Want Bologna?” Or, Vulture as a Parent
Imagine this: it’s eight in the morning and you’re cozy in bed. The blankets are warm, and you hit snooze on your early alarm so you can sleep in before you have to get up.
Your peace is shattered by a toddler crying, followed by the screech of, “WHAT!” or “GET DOWN FROM THERE!”
Yeah, welcome to The Life.
Vulture has a messed-up sleep schedule. It’s partially because Kid doesn’t sleep soundly through the night, but it’s also because Vulture’s sleep schedule is essentially flipped backwards to where she stays up all night and wants to sleep during the day. Vulture says it’s “insomnia” but sometimes she’s up late gaming with Discord friends or watching anime. I couldn’t tell you which issue it was day by day. Sometimes if I go to sleep late, I hear Kid crying from her room because she had night terrors or had potty troubles. Sometimes I hear OLB and Vulture awake shuffling between rooms in the hallway.
Because of this, Vulture and mornings don’t mesh well. Kid is usually put in her room for bedtime around 7 PM, usually with her tablet to keep her company and either give her something to watch, or to play white noises for sleeping. Kid does not have a real sleep routine as well. She’s just kind of shut in her room. Sometimes there’s a bit of a routine like winding her down with chocolate milk and giving her a countdown of “okay, ten more minutes and then bedtime,” but for the most part she just does not want to go to bed. Bedtimes are met with a lot of crying, and the beardy parents telling us that she will be upset for a bit.
Kid has an attempted daily schedule, if Vulture is awake enough. Theoretically:
But a lot of times, that schedule gets thrown out of whack depending on if Vulture gets up on time. When she sleeps in, Kid is in her room from 7 PM to 1 PM. Sometimes Kid will make a fuss to make Vulture get up earlier than 1 PM, and Vulture will be grouchy because she “went to bed at four in the morning” because she either had “insomnia” (read: gaming or watching anime) or because Kid wouldn’t sleep. Or Vulture will be up to take care of Kid and make sure she is in a clean pull up and has eaten. Then she shuts her into her room and goes back to sleep. Sometimes if Kid is too much of a handful, Vulture will say, “It’s 12:45. That’s close enough to 1.” And put Kid in the room because that’s close enough to nap time.
Sometimes because Kid won’t go to sleep, she’ll still be up at 9 PM and that breaks her schedule too. A lot of times, it works out that OLB is the “fun” parent while he’s home, because he’s up at 4 AM to leave for work by 6 and doesn’t come home until between 4 or 5 PM. Then she spends time with him while he’s home.
There’s also a child lock on the inside of Kid’s bedroom door, those doorknob covers that you have to push and turn, so she can’t open the door and wander around unsupervised. I was originally the one who suggested the child lock, back when she was younger, and they didn’t have the secondary child gate they currently do now that’s stored in the garage. Since then, with her potty training and Vulture’s likewise awful sleep schedule, I’ve suggested more than once that they take the door handle blocker off and put up the second kiddy gate they have to block the living room and kitchen off, so she can get up if she needs to, but the child lock still remains. At most, she would have access to their room, since it doesn’t have a kiddy lock on it. Me and Z’s bedroom has a child lock on it, as well as the bathroom door. She could freely wander between her room and her parents’ room that way.
I hear Kid playing in her room by herself a lot, squealing and having fun and playing pretend. Or moving her furniture around. And no, the furniture is not secured to the wall, so she can move her bed around the room. I’ve also told OLB and Vulture they needed to make sure she can’t topple it and chain it to the wall but, yeah, that hasn’t been dealt with.
When Kid really needs attention, she will cry and wail. And I mean wail. The two beardy parents don’t have baby monitors or anything that can hear into her bedroom, so she has to wail loudly enough to be heard through the walls. Luckily, the house has thin walls. Because of her early bedtime, she’s often awake early in the morning. Sometimes Vulture will respond, sometimes Vulture won’t wake up until around noon.
Yes, that means Kid is by herself a lot.
Kid is a bubbly three-year-old. She loves it when Z and I give her attention, which admittingly isn’t as often as I would like to give her. With my own Depression™, I spend so much time fighting to just gather enough mental energy to be a productive human. Despite me wandering in a mental fog, Kid remains a bright spot in my day. I met her when she was a fresh baby bean just barely out of the hospital, and I immediately fell in love. Since then, I’ve seen her grow almost her whole life, except for when they were all in north Texas. She has blue eyes and brown hair that will curl on its own. She loves dinosaurs, Baby Shark, Octonauts, and occasionally whatever anime the parents are watching. Don’t ask me how many times I’ve heard the Baby Shark song. I don’t want it stuck in my head for another solid week.
She used to watch a lot of Ms. Rachel’s Songs For Little videos, because originally Vulture wanted Kid to learn sign language to help communicate. I’ve rarely seen Vulture attempt to upkeep the sign language lessons. She did at one point. I think after Kid started becoming more vocal, the idea was dropped. I have heard some of the familiar videos so often that even I learned the kid’s songs, but I guess that’s also part of the collateral when dealing with kid’s media.
Kid usually exists in a half-dressed state, usually just wearing a pull up and that’s it. Unfortunately, because Vulture is so hard on her tangles when she tries to brush her hair, Kid doesn’t like hair care and will fight being brushed. Her hair used to exist in a perpetual state of being matted with at least one major knot, until Vulture’s mom ended up giving her a bath and getting her to stay still enough to endure the brushing, even with the wailing of a protesting Kid going strong. Her hair was then cut to make it more manageable, and strangely, that fixed a lot of the matting problems.
Kid is let out of her room when Vulture wakes up, usually needing a diaper change. At three years old, Kid is not potty trained yet. Just from what I’ve heard from my bedroom, it sounds like OLB and Vulture are finally starting to step up on potty training, but it’s been an uphill fight. I know a few of my other parent friends have had an extremely hard time potty training their kid. I’m not a parent, so I don’t actually know how challenging it can be. I do know though that it shouldn’t sound like the toilet is some kind of punishment for peeing in her cloth panties that they’re trying to switch her to. Or, that they try to get her to sit on the toilet when she has no interest in it and she ends up throwing a tantrum. Unfortunately, without much context, that’s how some bathroom trips sound.
Kid wears pull-ups to bed and the cloth underwear during the day, or sometimes just pull-ups. They’re trying to teach her how to recognize when her body has the potty urge, which she still doesn’t quite get right now. She has literally peed on the tile floor through her cloth undies. Vulture messaged the house chat once saying, “Kid just lifted her leg while in the rolling chair and peed all over the floor.
You know. Like a dog.
With the potty-training trouble and Kid only sometimes in pull-ups that can contain her mess, Z and I don’t let her into our room as often as we’d like to, because she doesn’t recognize when she has to go. It sucks, because Kid adores spending time with us and our room has cool animals, like my retired psychiatric service dog and our three ferrets. She loves the ferrets. But if we spend time out in the living room with everyone, Z’s patience tends to have a shorter fuse because they can’t stand Vulture (that’s also another tale I have). We’re also stuck out in the general mess of the living room if we are out there with her. It’s either the general mess that toddlers make, spilled food, and general filth. The best times we’ve had spending time with Kid is just chilling in our room as she ooh’s and ahh’s over the ferrets or watches TV with us. Z and I quote SpongeBob line by line daily, and she has watched some of the show with us.
I feel awful about shutting Kid out so much, when I see the way Vulture interacts with her. On Vulture’s bad days (if you read the previous post, that’s almost every day), she acts like Kid is a chore. She will snap at Kid, act like Kid is choosing to act out of maliciousness and make “tired mom” jokes that sound like she just flat out doesn’t like Kid. When I had liquor in the fridge, Vulture would ask if she could take a shot because, “I need it. She’s trying me today.
Some choice quotes talking down about the kid:
I’m being hard on her because she’s not using her words. Like I know she can. She just doesn’t want to.” This was what Vulture said to me after Kid kept trying to get her attention and wouldn’t explain what she wanted. Kid was just making noises at her and getting frustrated. Vulture full on shouted, “WHAT!” at her, then turned to me to try and explain why she shouted.
This is the bad part about being a mom. She’s not letting me do anything right now.” This was said after Vulture cleaned her desk and was attempting to watch YouTube videos and play her Switch.
On her good days, Vulture will be that kind of smiling parent that does some art activities and engages with Kid in a way that’s more than just screaming. They color together. She offers Kid choices so Kid can have some control over what happens in her day, like, “Do you want bologna or fruit?” It has helped Kid become more vocal and even though she’s still speech delayed, she talks more and has a bigger vocabulary.
The house has a different atmosphere when OLB is home, compared to when Vulture is just watching Kid by herself. I’ve told OLB that I think Vulture is burned out. Her entire life is her disabilities and being a mom. She only has friends on Discord really, and OLB had to push her to start talking to them again just so she had someone to socialize with.
Old Doormat me pitied her at the beginning of our friendship. I tried being her friend. I tried to include her and Kid in a lot of things. My own mental health, my daily obligations, my gym schedule, and just me changing rapidly since 2020 altered my life, exhausted me, and left me unable to deal with Vulture talking a million miles a minute, info dumping about whatever she’s currently doing every single time I run into her. And as I shed my doormat self, I started seeing her clearly.
I told OLB once that if Vulture is truly burned out or if her health problems are causing that much trouble, Kid might need daycare or another caregiver to help. OLB is aware but can’t afford other care. He’s working for bottom of the barrel pay at a full-time job. Most days after work, he just wants to zone out to his own games in front of his computer but has to step in and parent both Vulture and Kid, because Vulture often needs help organizing through executive dysfunction to do something. Or, because she will call for his help.
There was one time where Kid climbed on top of her, and Vulture called for OLB – who was in the same room – to pull Kid off her. There are quite a few times where Vulture calls for OLB for help with Kid, and I’ve heard him say that he’s also busy too. One time he asked, “Why are you asking for my help when you’re closer?
Z has offered to look after Kid at times because they don’t mind Kid being in our room or just hanging out. She has hung out with us when I also have the mental energy and the room is clean enough to accommodate a toddler crawling on everything. The problem that we both see is that our stepping in isn’t a full solution. She can spend a few hours with us, but ultimately after, she goes right back to Vulture and OLB. Vulture is the one who acts like being a parent is a chore.
There are times that OLB has snapped at Vulture for the way she gets on to Kid, emphasizing, “She’s just a child.” Their parenting styles are like looking at two entirely different planets and trying to find similarities. OLB is very much into the gentle parenting side of Tik Tok. He talks about breaking generational trauma. He’s usually gentle with Kid, explaining why she’s not allowed to do things like stand on top of her highchair or why I’m too busy to play with her as I’m zooming around the house in and out repeatedly some days. He has talked her down from meltdowns and keeps his voice even to where she can’t bounce off him to amplify her tantrums. He spanks her, but as a last resort, and then also talks to her about why the punishment happened. She will wail through everything and likely isn’t fully listening, but ultimately, I see him trying to work with her. He very rarely loses his actual temper with her.
Vulture is the total opposite. She yells at Kid, spanks with no hesitation and doesn’t explain why. One of Kid’s favorite games to play is “Block the door” when I’m trying to get through the house. She will block my bedroom door, cling to me, then circle around me as Vulture or OLB tries to distract her or lure her away by asking “do you want chocolate” or some other treat. Sometimes Kid just likes to play ring-around-the-rosie around my legs, as her parents try to grab her. I try to make it fun and seem like I’m not mad at her, because I’m never actually mad at her for blocking my way. Usually, I’m just in the middle of some arbitrary task or running an errand or coming back from the gym with my one remaining brain cell barely hanging on for dear life. I try to engage with her and play it off as a game because she’s not actually doing anything wrong.
Vulture has lured her away with chocolate and treats, with offers of food, with trying to get her to pick a show to watch. If that fails, she will come and fetch Kid by hand. One time involved yanking her physically off me and spanking her on the bare bottom because Kid was happy playing a game instead of listening.
The bare bottom is a thing, too. Because Kid used to live in soiled diapers for much longer than she was supposed to, she had constant diaper rash that she had to see the doctor for sometimes. She also didn’t want OLB or Vulture to change her diapers and would scream when it was diaper change time. I don’t blame her. The diaper rash hurt, and Vulture wasn’t exactly gentle with changing. Kid bled sometimes with the changings. So now, sometimes Kid will be dressed like Donald Duck in only a top to air out her bottom. Or because now, with the cloth undies, she will pee straight through them, and they just let her air out after.
Kid always smells a bit like pee. So does her room. And her bedding. After I pointed out that her bedding straight out of the dryer smelled like urine, OLB went about cleaning the washing machine with a machine cleaner, and bought scent beads to help cut the smell, after I told him that a little vinegar in the wash load will cut the smells down. Now her bedding doesn’t smell so much like urine, but it’s still there.
Her bedroom frequently smells like a public bathroom. It always looks like her bedroom has been turned upside down, with toys everywhere, her bed pushed to the middle of the room, the mattress on the floor. Books she was given were shredded, even the cardboard ones. There was straight up garbage left in her room because she was given food to eat there that had wrappers. It usually takes Vulture a full day of cleaning to get the room organized when she had the energy to do it, but she usually sanitizes with just a baby wipe, if she does at all. Maybe a pet cleaner sometimes.
There was one time where I was letting the dogs outside and I stepped in a puddle on the tile floor. That was when I realized that it was a pee puddle and Kid’s cloth underwear was dripping. I asked Vulture to clean the puddle up. When she asked to use my steam mop, she didn’t clean the cloth pad after, so when I turned the mop on next, it smelled like hot, steamed urine. I had to clean the mop pad off myself and rinse the pee out of it. When Kid again peed in front of the TV in her cloth undies, I told OLB that if they’re going to use my steam mop to make sure that the mop pad is rinsed off or it will smell like pee the next time it’s used, but he said he was just going to use his mop and bucket. Thankfully.
Because of the diet that OLB and Vulture has, Kid also eats like them. She gets a lot of macaroni, a lot of random odds and ends like pieces of bread, baggies of cheerios, sometimes fruit and vegetables. Lots of chicken nuggets and frozen instant food. Occasionally, Kid will have an interest in vegetables she sees us cook with or that she’s never had. Like once she insisted that she wanted to eat canned peas, until she tasted them. She chewed on a lettuce leaf and put it down, then asked for another one because she wanted to eat something, and it looked tasty to her.
The two halves of the household make separate foods now and keep out of each other’s food, but sometimes Vulture will give Kid some of the food I cooked because Kid saw my spaghetti noodles in a bowl and insisted on having them by way of tantrum. Instead of asking me if it’s okay (which obviously, I’d say yes, Kid can have some), Vulture just gave her my food and then told me after. Maybe I’m just projecting my own frustration, but it feels like Vulture uses Kid as a shield sometimes, to get food. Unless I have a specific purpose for food like what I put in my meal prep containers, I wouldn’t say no to Kid.
Kid’s diet makes me worried for her as she grows up. OLB is big and tall, over 6 feet tall and over 300lbs. They aren’t an active family at all. Kid drinks soda when they get fast food. She eats as much processed food as Vulture. Right now, she’s growing like a weed and is tall and actually has some power in her tiny limbs, which is most noticeable when she climbs you like a ladder, but her parents are gamers that just sit around. Her own screen time is almost as lengthy as theirs is.
I worry about Kid, constantly. Z does too. We have theorized calling CPS, or trying to adopt her, or just getting her away from Vulture. We have thrown around ideas about talking to OLB and convincing him that Vulture isn’t a good person for Kid. A lot of it has stayed in theory because the anxious part of me is still afraid to make life-altering waves like that. I second-guess and gaslight myself into realizing how bad things are, but then telling myself, maybe I’m just blowing it out of proportion. Maybe it's just something they have to handle. Maybe it’s something a first-time parent needs to learn. Maybe Vulture just isn’t feeling good that day. Maybe, maybe, maybe.
It’s a leftover of the doormat I used to be, and I know that. The tiny fragment of anxiety that tells me I’m blowing things up into too big a deal. The tiny fragment that escaped a toxic marriage and just wants peace after arguing every single day. The side that hates confrontation.
Maybe I’m just a plain ol’ coward. I don’t know yet. I just know my patience is running thinner with every passing day.
I don’t think I could convince OLB to dump Vulture. From what I’ve seen on the surface, they’re not openly affectionate. Vulture complains all the time that OLB doesn’t give her any physical affection, and she (unfortunately) tells me when they’re intimate, which doesn’t sound often. They almost look like they could be friends that are co-parenting. She calls him her husband when they’re out in public, and OLB has stated that he doesn’t want anything to happen to her, because he doesn’t want a single parent. I assume at the very least that he does love her, even though he sounds exhausted all the time. Z and I wonder if maybe he feels trapped.
OLB is good at asking for help if he needs it, although he hates being a burden to others. He will speak up if Vulture needs a ride to a doctor’s office, and he forgot to leave the car seat at home. I’ve driven to his work to pick it up after he messaged me asking if I could. They ask his family to babysit Kid if they want to go out and just have a good date or see a movie together. They are clearly capable of asking for help.
This is just an acceptable standard for both, or at least that’s the way it seems to me. Sometimes, I don’t truly know if OLB is aware of what Vulture does while he’s at work. He didn’t know that she used his 11-year-old dog as a vacuum cleaner to clean up spilled table scraps until I pointed it out and then he pieced together why his dog wasn’t losing weight on a reduced kibble diet. Sometimes I have pointed out things to him that he might not notice in the house chat.
I started keeping a log in Google Docs about things I notice, and Z and I talk about it in discord, so it’s not heard by ears that are too close to our bedroom. The log started helping me see that I’m not just blowing out of proportion and that in turn helped me come here to reddit. As a former doormat in recovery, I still have to tell myself that it’s okay to realize that something is wrong, and that I may need help getting my voice to speak up.
I haven’t worked since 2017, when my mental health took a sharp nosedive. Z is currently looking for work. Both of us are home all day exposed to Vulture and how she treats Kid. With my own daily tasks, errands, struggling with mental health, there’s still a side of me that berates me that I need to be taking care of Kid. Getting her up, making sure she eats. Pestering Vulture to get up. This is also where I tangle with the former doormat that still lives in me, because one, I don’t want to enable Vulture to get even worse. With someone taking the burden off of her, that gives her more free time to just sit back and game. It isn’t my job to make sure that Vulture is a good parent, yet somehow, I feel like it’s also my fault that she’s as bad as she is while I sit by the wayside and just talk about her behind her back. There are times where I have pestered OLB through discord about Kid crying, or how Kid is trying to beat the door down, or asking if Vulture is up for the day because I haven’t seen her up at three in the afternoon.
I started speaking up when I noticed something that’s off. I call this the “cheese incident.” We had a block of cheese that was cut in the wrapper and not in anything else, so the exposed end got all hard and inedible. I cut it off and threw it away. Vulture made her way into the kitchen because Kid saw me cutting cheese and wanted some.
Vulture: Who threw away that cheese?
(SHE PICKS IT UP OUT OF THE TRASH CAN)
Me: Yeah, it’s got that hard bit
Vulture: So? I know someone who will eat it.
(She calls Kid over)
Me: But it was in the trash.
Vulture: It’s okay, I cut off the part that was touching the trash.
Me: Dude, that’s fucked up.
Vulture: (hesitating now) Should I not?
Me: That’s probably going to make her sick again.
(Kid has been sick back-to-back at this point)
Vulture: Okay, then I won’t.
(To this day, I don’t know if she threw the cheese away or ate it herself, and I’m afraid to ask)
That was the point where I started pointing out that what she’s doing is problematic. It’s a slow process, but it’s helped me put the doormat side of me away again. I’ve explained to Vulture that Kid isn’t crying to be malicious, she just can’t express what she wants. Especially with Kid’s speech delay! Kid gets frustrated fast when adults don’t understand her, and the wailing begins. There’s no maliciousness behind it, just frustration. Or how Kid doesn’t like being told “no” because she doesn’t always understand why. Strangely, every time I call something out, she doesn’t really have much of a fight against it.
But why am I having to say it in the first place?
There’s little things that just rub me the wrong way in how they interact. Sometimes Vulture will call Kid over in the same way you’d call a dog. Repeatedly. Sometimes Vulture, in a state of migraine or other illness-related grouchiness will scream at her “Leave me alone!” and OLB will have to fetch Kid. One time, Z told me that Vulture outright mocked her crying by making her own crying noise.
What’s awful to watch in person is that when Vulture’s mom or siblings are over, Vulture is suddenly a doting mom who isn’t perpetually exhausted or loudly complaining about how her “everything” hurts. She talks in an overly sweet voice to Kid. It unsettles me with how two-faced it seems. OLB, Vulture, and Kid go have dinner with OLB’s family every Sunday evening, and I can’t help but wonder how two-faced she is there, as well. Some of OLB’s family doesn’t like Vulture to begin with.
Slowly, I am losing patience at how Vulture behaves, especially with the Kid. I had to un-gaslight myself, start logging her behavior, and talk to other people to really see it for what it was. I told multiple friends about it and we all generally have the same consensus that Vulture is just an unfit parent. If her chronic illnesses are truly interfering with her life that much, she shouldn’t be the majority caregiver through the day. But it’s not like OLB would be able to work from home or be the stay-at-home parent. In a perfect world, I would be able to help more as well, but I’m barely the “fun” aunt. I’m barely equipped to help care for a three-year-old. Hell, most days I’m barely an actual person.
Kid deserves better.
Bottom line, Kid deserves better than what this house can give. I am upset with myself over my lack of action, but the logs have only been growing bigger. Every day, the doormat dies a little more.
Vulture herself though, will likely always be a side show. One thing that Z pointed out to me was that, as the doormat I used to be, I would give everything to help someone even when I was mentally exhausted. I enmeshed myself too much into the lives of my friends because I loved making them happy and making their lives easier. It’s gotten me into some awkward territory with Vulture, because some things were interpreted as more than friendship.
You ready to cringe more? Because the next part is going to deal with polyamory, the desire for open relationships, and the main reason why Z despises her – and that’s putting it mildly.
Take a moment to un-cringe yourself. It ain’t over yet.
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2023.06.05 05:46 Noelburk1218 Would you call the cops on this?

So let me tell some background of the story. Me and my now ex were solid for 2 1\2 years and rocky the last 2 months. The reason is because he thinks something is going on or I'm cheating. Which I've never even gave reason for him to think so I've always been honest with him. So about 7 am he calls and said he wants to go see 2 movies. I said that's a long time to be in the movies but ya ill go. So then he starts the what's going on youR cheating thing. so by the end of the conversation he decides he's taking a "friend" instead and it will be funnier then going with me. In my opinion I think he called to just be a jerk and make me believe he was taking someone to the movies. so happened to be door dashing and the drop off was right next to the .movie theater. Now its out of my character but I drive through and to my surprise his car was there. So I park next it to wait and see if a girl comes out with him. Well at that moment I was putting on lotion and a childish idea popped in my head. You could tell he just washed the car so rubbed lotion all over the windshield. Then I moved a few parking spots back to still see if there was a girl. So there was no girl. Like I thought it was just to be mean. But then I get a call from the police Department to come home. He called to cops over lotion on his windshield. Might I add there's a carwash in the same parking lot. So 12 hrs later I get released with one count criminal damage domestic violence and my 16 yr old sister was with me so one count contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Would you of called the cops on someone you " love" over lotion on your windshield?
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2023.06.05 05:40 PJ-The-Awesome Who do you think should be the new primary voice of Batman?

With Kevin Conroy having left this world, there is now a void left for who will play Batman throughout most DC media. I have a few ideas:
Jason O'Mara: Played Batman in the New 52 animated movies(Son of Batman, Batman Vs Robin, Batman Bad Blood, and so on)
Bruce Greenwood: Played Batman in Under The Red Hood and Young Justice
Anthony Ruivivar: Played Batman in Beware The Batman
Rino Romano: Played Batman in The Batman TV series from 2004-2008
Diedrich Bader: Played Batman in the Brave And The Bold
So which of these guys who be the new main voice of the Caped Crusader? Or somebody else entirely?
View Poll
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2023.06.05 05:38 giftsupplier Customized trade show giveaways help spread the word about specific companies and brands.

Introduction
Tele marketing business giveaways are of extreme importance for business companies. They help logo merchandise and corporate gifts through giveaways ensure smooth relations between the customers and the company. The custom tradeshow giveaways include giveaways of different corporate gifts that also include tech products, decoration pieces, and daily use items. Let us take a look at the top 10 corporate gifts to use in custom tradeshow giveaways.
The custom tradeshow giveaways help in spreading the word about a particular company and brand.
Let us take a look at the best corporate gifts to use for logo merchandise. Corporate gifts are for use in tele marketing business giveaways.
Top 10 Corporate gifts
Small Plants
The tele marketing business giveaways can include promotional and good-looking items. Small plants are one of them. Small plants are helpful inside the rooms and make the environment look clean. Some plants can grow in shady and cold places like rooms. You can also place a small plant on your study table as your companion..
Why are they the best gift?
Small plants are attractive to watch, and the pots can be helpful in logo merchandise.
Plants look clean and decorative. As a result, they can increase the beauty of the place where they are kept, making them one of the best corporate gifts.
Plants are the best gifts for customers as they give out a fragrance of freshness and good spirit.
Customized Table Mats
Customized table mats are also a great source of logo merchandise. Whenever a customer uses the table mat, the embroidered name of the company reminds them of the company; that is an excellent way of making your clients remember you as corporate gifts are all about ensuring good relations with the customers.
Why are they the best gift?
Customized table mats are great for logo merchandise.
They are one of the best gifts in corporate gifts because of their usage. Frequent usage and seeing the logo of the company reminds the customers about the company
Table mats are attractive and an excellent addition to your dining table.
Premium Sweets
Sweets are a perfect gift for happy occasions. The tele marketing business giveaways can also use premium and rare sweets as corporate gifts. The customers tend to remember the sweetness of the deals while enjoying the premium sweets with a customized message.
Why are they the best gift?
Premium sweets are the best gift for celebrations and festive occasions.
Premium sweets are sweet, just like the relation between the company and customers
Premium sweets promote good relations and are a good source of logo merchandise.
Gift Cards
Gift cards tend to make people happy. They give out the feeling of gratitude and love. Just what a customer wants from the company that he buys from. A little regard can bring a smile to the face of the loyal customers. As partners, companies should also make little effort, such as gift cards, to make them smile.
Why are they the best gift?
Small and easy to give
A feeling of compassion and regard
Great for birthdays and company anniversaries.
Pen Holders
Every house has tables, so why don't you go with the corporate gifts that can increase the table's beauty? A pen holder, for example, a stylish, customized pen holder that has the company's name engraved on it, can increase the beauty of the table and act as an tele marketing tool at the same time. Pen holders are needed in houses and offices on the study and work desks.
Why are they the best gift?
Compact and easy to use
All the pens safely in one place
A good source of decoration and brand awareness
Clothing
Clothes are one of the best corporate gifts that can be fantastic logo merchandise. The custom tradeshow giveaways can include apparel with the name of a company engraved on them. Tshirts can be a great source of logo merchandise, mainly if your company deals in clothing.
Why are they the best gift?
It can be used at custom tradeshow giveaways
Helpful in wearing as regular clothes
Good source of logo merchandise
Keychains
Customized keychains are known to be a great source of logo merchandise. Indeed one of the best corporate gifts that help people in keeping their important keys safe. They are also used at custom tradeshow giveaways for the effective promotion of the brand or company.
Why are they the best gift?
Brilliant gift for people to use in daily life
Compact gift easy to give away at custom tradeshow giveaways
Personal Diaries
Personal diaries are always a treat for a company's clients as they feel obliged about being remembered by the company. In addition, personal diaries are suitable for tele marketing business giveaways. Therefore, they are a decent gift to give and a good source of logo merchandise.
Why are they the best gift?
Suitable for educational clients, a companion to write thoughts.
A decent gift to use for kids and elders.
A customized diary that follows a cool theme is even more attractive
Calendars
Calendars are indeed great to use in tele marketing business giveaways. A charming calendar with a good image of nature at the top and the company's name serves perfectly as a calendar and logo merchandise on the wall. Customized calendars which follow a movie theme can look even more attractive.
Why are they the best gift?
Calendars help people follow their schedules efficiently
Customized calendars can be more fun
An excellent decoration for any wall
Wine Glass
The wine itself is a premium drink. The wine glasses are ideal for giving away at custom tradeshow giveaways. Everyone that drinks in the customized wine glasses consisting of a company's name automatically serves as great logo merchandise. Wine glasses are one of the most premium gifts given to VIP clients on suitable occasions.
Why are they the best gift?
One of the most premium gifts to give to clients
Impose a long-lasting bond
Excellent source of logo merchandise
Conclusion
Telemarketing business giveaways are done to create brand awareness, logo merchandise and oblige the customers. The customers become happy on receiving gifts from the companies. Client and company relation is deeply affected by gifts and custom tradeshow giveaways. We took a look at the top 10 corporate gifts to give away. All these gifts are valuable and pretty handy to giveaway to clients.
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2023.06.05 05:37 Sukleen 25M - California - Looking for my potential player 2 or gaming friend

Hello,
I’m on here looking for a potential duo. I’m NOT looking to rush into anything, but I do eventually want a sweet, & funny partner to vibe with! (I also am not looking for platonic friendship)
Some information that you might wanna about me - I’m from California - I’m 6’0 - I am lean and fit. - I have a professional career (its a new job), taking a break from university (I am going back soon)
I love watching tv shows and movies, i have Netflix and HBO and other streaming platforms. I’m a rookie when it comes to anime and would love to watch some series with you or play video games with you, or even both!
Favorite series: GOT, Breaking Bad, It’s always sunny in Philadelphia, how i met your mother and a lot more.
Gaming wise: i mainly play FPS games, its what i grew up playing, I’m open to playing different types too. I mainly play Valorant, would love it if you played as well, or wanted to play and i could show you the ropes.
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2023.06.05 05:36 Sukleen 25 [M4F] - California - Looking for my potential player 2 or gaming friend/partner

Hello,
I’m on here looking for a potential duo. I’m NOT looking to rush into anything, but I do eventually want a sweet, & funny partner to vibe with! (I also am not looking for platonic friendship)
Some information that you might wanna about me - I’m from California - I’m 6’0 - I am lean and fit. - I have a professional career (its a new job), taking a break from university (I am going back soon)
I love watching tv shows and movies, i have Netflix and HBO and other streaming platforms. I’m a rookie when it comes to anime and would love to watch some series with you or play video games with you, or even both!
Favorite series: GOT, Breaking Bad, It’s always sunny in Philadelphia, how i met your mother and a lot more.
Gaming wise: i mainly play FPS games, its what i grew up playing, I’m open to playing different types too. I mainly play Valorant, would love it if you played as well, or wanted to play and i could show you the ropes.
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2023.06.05 05:35 DLoIsHere Branded

Every time I hear the comments Walter makes in the theater about the show Branded, I mean to look it up. I recall the show from when I was a kid and always thought that it didn't make it past a season... so I always found Walter's statement that there were a hundred something episodes off the mark. Finally remembered tonight to look it up. There were 48 episodes aired within a year's time. FYI, the show was not written by a Digby Sellers but by Larry Cohen; he wrote screenplays into the 21st century including some blacksploitation movies.
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2023.06.05 05:30 FamersOnly I thought I was in the clear this morning but…nope. Day 4.

I woke up without a headache for the first time in days and was stoked, because I had plans and this meant I might actually be able to enjoy them!
Across The Spiderverse? Fantastic, funny, beautiful, and extremely migraine-unfriendly movie. I walked into the theater without pain, and ~45 minutes into the movie was right back at square one.
Anyway. Back in bed and completely exhausted, hungry, overheated, feeling like my eyeballs are being scooped out with a melon baller, on day 3 of weird poops, and now also mad at myself because I feel like I wasted my first pain-free window in days.
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2023.06.05 05:22 JesusisLord55 Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (movie) released June 4th, 2004, 19 years ago today. Memories?

I was 13. For over a year I'd rush home from school everyday to check mugglenet, the leaky cauldron, digicasey, harry Potter fan zone, or any of the other than sites for news or updates on the movie. This first two of course released in November in 2001 and 2002 so it had been a long wait. I was so excited to get to the theater to see the movie.
Anybody else with some cool memories from that time?
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2023.06.05 05:20 Fit_Armadillo2913 What is the most meaningful or impactful experience you have had with a personal growth and why was it significant?

What's the most absurd thing you've ever seen in a movie theater?
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2023.06.05 05:19 anonymousaccount247 Watching the movie "Click" destroyed my anxiety. Here's what I learned.

I've always had a huge level of anxiety from a young age, even took Lexapro for a few months but quit it due to side effects.
Something that was a complete game-changer for me today was watching the movie Click by Adam Sandler. The entire movie plot revolves around anxiety.
[Spoiler alert].
So Adam Sandler's character is gifted a remote controller that is able to fast-forward his life into the future and he starts using it.
But the thing is that every time he transports himself, he loses something good he had in his past. Like when he wished "skip me to when I get promoted", but when he got there his dog had died, or when he wished "skip me to when I'm CEO" but had completely lost his health when he got there.
So the point is that we shouldn't crave to live in the future, because only now you have your parents, only now you have your wife, only now you have your health, and you can only enjoy those things now.
At the end of the movie, the main character gets a chance to live his life again, then throws the remote in the trash can and proceeds to live life in the moment.
There's a phrase I repeat to myself "it will come at the right time".
It feels like I untied a knot in my brain, I feel so much better now, my leg isn't shaking anymore. I hope this text will help you as well.
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2023.06.05 05:12 Sharinganprincess91 [F4M] Fandom Roleplay. Looking for more partners. (Super freaking bored and really could use some more partners :/)

Side note: I've added a password, so read carefully. If you message me WITHOUT the password, your messages are automatically IGNORED. tired of getting hit up with people who don't read 😒. It's ridiculous cause I've ignored 5+ chats cause none of them contained the password. Things are written for a reason.
Facts about me:
Rules:
1: if you don't like 50/50 mixture of sex scenes and story, don't bother hopping into my inbox. I'm fine with sex scenes, but when it's constantly back to back, the roleplay itself gets boring.
2: Be literate. No one liners. I like to write..it's annoying when I send a 2-3 paragraph response and I get 3 lines...just...no. I am not accepting people who are just starting out! If you aren't experienced in writing or roleplaying, kindly stay out of my inbox.
3: Be okay with playing canon characters. I'm mainly doing fandom roleplays right now and it's going to be Canon x my oc. No, I'm not doing double ups. Do not even ask, because the answer will be no every time. I do not give a shit if you think that makes me 'lazy' or 'selfish', if you've got a problem, you can simply ignore or block me. Commenting on my post to bitch and whine about me not doubling up will only result in me blocking you. The ONLY time I'll double up, and if I'm confident enough, I'll only do female characters. I suck at males. Got a problem? Not my issue. Block and move on.
4: Roleplay in third person. I can't and won't adapt to first. Don't even bring up the idea of you playing first person and me playing third. Believe it or not, I've been asked this twice and that is just a hell no for me. The only time I do first, is when I'm writing into my book.
5: if you don't know how to share ideas, then don't bother messaging me. I'm tired of carrying the story when the other person doesn't help. If you've got ideas, then PLEASE speak up! Your opinion on the roleplay matters too! I'm an easy going person, and easy to get along with (dispite my rules).
6: DO NOT control my character. I control what she says, does, hears, sees, ect. I don't control yours, so don't control mine. HOWEVER, if it's highly necessary and needed, then run it by me first and ask me. Just leave me some wiggle room so I can make a decent response. Failure to comply by this rule, results in immediate drop of the rp.
End Note:
Yes, I've updated my rules just a tad. I do not care if it makes me sound mean or rude, because I'm neither of these things. I'm just tired of putting these rules down for a specific reason and they go ignored because I can tell when someone hasn't read them, and lied about it. I'm just trying to get my point across and roleplay. I'm a very easy going person who loves to make friends on the side (which I've somewhat given up on making friends...only a selective few have actually gained my friendship).
Do not hop into my inbox with a simple 'hey' 'hi' 'sup', etc and for God's sake, don't message me with a 'rp?'and proceed me to flash me with your talliwhacker. I promise you, you'll get your feelings hurt and I'll be here laughing at ya 😂. Nobody wants a peen on their screen. Do not send me an image of your one eyed noodle. Thank you. The password is pineapple.
Fandoms & Pairings
Deadpool (Wade x my oc)
The Adam's family
Pokemon ((MAYBE. Don't be nasty about it either!))
Bridgerton (or something like it. Can be Oc x Oc)
Disney Decedent's (or anything Disney) (oc x oc)
Orange is the new black (this can be oc x oc).
Criminal Minds (REALLY wanna do)
Marvel:
Loki x my oc
Spiderman (Tom Holland) x my oc
Dog The Bounty Hunter (REALLY wanna do):
Dog Chapman x my oc
The walking dead (REALLY wanna do!!):
Daryl X my oc
Batman x my oc
Lucifer (Netflix show series) x my oc (really wanna do)
The Originals: Klaus x my oc (PLEASE !! I REALLY wanna do this one!)
American Horror Story: Tate x my oc (REALLY wanna do)
Dragon Ball Z - Super (vegeta x my oc) (really wanna do)
Naruto: Minato x my oc
Harry Potter (thanks to the wonderful world of rp, the characters will be 18 or older. For me, I'd like it if it was Draco x my oc. REALLY wanna do)
Game Of Thrones (I'm still very early in the show, but I think we could think of something!)
Once Upon A Time:
killian x my oc, REALLY wanna do 🥺.
Avatar the last Airbender:
Zuko x my oc
Twilight:
Jacob x my oc
(Course, our version will be alot better than the movies).
If any of these interests you, message me!
End note part 2:
Congratulations! You've made it to the end. Still interested? You've got the password. Message me and let's get started 😁.
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2023.06.05 05:03 Previous-Butterfly53 What's the most ridiculous thing you've ever seen in a movie theater?

What is the biggest misconception about you that you have come across?
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2023.06.05 05:02 Top-Lab-2691 Have you ever made a funny noise in a quiet library or movie theater?

What's the most ridiculous way you've ever procrastinated and what were the consequences?
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2023.06.05 04:49 Potential-Release111 Scary movies in NYC?

I want to watch a scary movie in a theater but the ones playing at AMC kinda stink right now. Is there anywhere I can go and watch movies that weren’t strictly recently released?
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