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A Pillow of Pudding (Part 4 by CrimsonCall)

2020.09.17 14:20 CrimsonCaII A Pillow of Pudding (Part 4 by CrimsonCall)

2 weeks later after a pretty hot night, I wake up pretty early to sounds of bird songs, “Ahh... that’s my kinda morning.” I must’ve been too loud though since I hear the babbling of Pudding. “Mmm… pooding to wanna go wakies yet…”
So I leave my bedroom and leave Pudding to himself, I go downstairs bracing myself I bit but, everything’s the same, I breath a sigh of relief, slowly walk to my kitchen, grab a bottle of water and a cereal bar.
I walk back to my room and find Pudding a whole lot more awake now, “Hai Daddie! Are we gon-“ ”Shhh!” Pudding recoils a bit but then I go down to his eye-level and explain. “Liquorice and her litter are asleep keep quiet okay?” Pudding then nods.
 30 minutes later… 
After watching some stuff on my phone with Pudding, I decide to check downstairs again, with Pudding as I go down I begin to hear chirps, cheeps, peeps and babbling, *”good..!” I whisper to myself and I go a bit faster and find Liquorice and her litter wandering around.
“Daddie!” The three foals cry as they run towards me, Liquorice though, isn’t looking too good, she’s giving Pudding a bit of stink-eye but I didn’t notice it, I place down Pudding, Cloud & Soot run to Pudding to give him a hug and Onyx was kept behind by Liquorice.
Cloud & Soot hug Pudding, while Pudding nuzzles them in return, Onyx looks at Pudding with a sad face but Liquorice holds him back, Liquorice murmurs something under her breath but I was in kitchen making breakfast for all of them.
I come back in with 4 bowls of kibble & some more up to date “sketty” flavoured kibble for Pudding, I lay out all the food for them and pick up Pudding to watch TV with and turn on the TV watching gaming clips once again, “Pooding wanna wach gayming!” So I respond “I’m on the same page buddy.”
Pudding eats his kibble and the trio of foals also eat their kibble but go to Liquorice for a drink every once and a while & Liquorice eats all the kibble as soon as she sees it.
After everyone’s done with their food, I bring them all up to watch TV with me, Pudding snuggles up with me and the foals go to Liquorice, suddenly Pudding shouts. ”POODING WIW WUV TO WACH WIF BABBIES!!” I chuckle to myself as the foals snuggle up to Pudding, but Liquorice grimaced at Pudding and I hear something from her ”bestest babbie wiw gu ‘wai from stoopie no-weggie fwuffee.” I place down Pudding as the foals run up to Pudding while cringing at their “mumma.” ”WHAT did you just say to Onxy!?”
Liquorice tries to find something to say as I storm towards her. ”DID YOU JUST SAY AND I QUOTE ”Bestest baby will go away from stupid no-leggy fluffy!?”END QUOTE.”
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2020.09.17 13:38 irisdolly12 Erica & Rick: Rick friends are so jealous

Rick's friend David is so jealous!! He looks like a guy who got suck in the 1980s and could not date the cheerleader then. Shhh, David do you have any money? or are you feeding off Rick and his friends?
Erica marrying Rick is crazy, but if she wants to...go for it ... Rick is super lucky to have a 23 year old at 69 (he must be on good drugs)
David, live and let live!
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2020.09.17 03:54 Double-Hurry Here is a sneak peak to fan fic I’m writing

So you all said you wanted me to do the fan-fic series where I write abt how I think the first date with each LI would go, so I am. I started off with CY Alexander and Agatha, here’s the first paragraph. Hope you like it 😁
 "AAAAAAAAAH" You screamed. Your body went numb, there you saw your aunt's body covered in blood. You collapsed to the floor, not caring about the blood you got yourself. You felt yourself shaking and then- "Aggie wake up!" Alexander was shaking you awake. When your eyes opened up, you were breathing heavily and you were shivering. Alexander pulled you closer to him "Shhh it was just a dream" You nodded your head "I-I know, I know that" you wanted to snuggle closer, but you knew once you did you would cry and it was to early to cry, instead you asked "What are you doing here?" He pull away and sat down on the bed "Well after everyone left, you passed out and took up half the bed," You smiled and blushed slightly "so I slept on the pull out mattress" I was still confused, "Yeah but why are you Here. You could have slept in my room which has a perfectly comfortable mattress" He smirked flirtatiously and came closer to your face "I could have, but what kind of man would I be if I left a beautiful damsel, whom is in destress, all alone" You rolled your eyes and push his face away "I am not a damsel in destress" you got up from the opposite side of the bed when Alexander jumped in front of you "Wha-" he cut you off "So I was thinking, we could go out tonight. There's this restaurant not to far from the hotel that we could go to" You were in shocked, it took a second for you to answer, "Are you insane?" he was a little surprised but stayed confident "You choose now of all times to ask me out" he stepped closer to you "Isn't now the best time?" he looked at you with those icy blue that made you melt. You sighed "Ok" You looked up at him, he smiled, "I'll see you at 6" he went to open the door for you and you started walking to your room. 
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2020.09.16 11:59 throwaway-for-glory The sheer state of dating advice these days – who the hell should I believe?

[M21, heterosexual, Western Europe]
I realise my age and the hormones that come with it do already make dating difficult enough by itself, especially when one has foolishly decided to only jump into the game of romance in his late teenage years (oops) and doesn’t have much experience to show for it… or any at all. What makes it even harder is that just about everybody with their dating advice column on the Internet is contradicting what everybody else says.
Should you text after the first date? Some say yes, others say no. Is the man supposed to pay? That’s either romantic and respectful or old-fashioned and a certified mark of cringe. Do you just start out with coffee instead of something more serious? Don’t get too serious on the first date. Wait, hold on, are you kidding me? Coffee dates are too low-effort! Be more creative. But, ugh, isn’t the fact that coffee is low-effort pretty much the point?
Do you pick her up near her home? Do you offer a date close to her neighbourhood? Dude, WTF, that’s super needy. Don’t be needy. No, neither of those are needy, they’re sweet and show that you care about her! Don’t be clingy. Don’t be desperate. Man up. Show interest! Women like being chased! Never chase a woman. If she doesn’t return your interest immediately, break it off. Be assertive, even if she is hiding her affection – she might be just as shy as you are. Don’t be shy. Being shy is lovable! Being shy isn’t masculine.
Just be yourself, bro.
Being yourself is what led you to this misery. Follow this script instead.
…whew, I physically got tired typing this advice out, not to mention trying to follow it on the date itself. What makes it worse is how half of these accomplished experts in the realm of relationships are following some ideology on how men and women work. The PUAs say slightly different things from their buddies, the redpillers. Their advice, then again, is opposed to the FDS ideal, trying to make me a “high-value man”. You’ve got the MGTOWs. The incels. The Dr.-Nerdlove-style male feminist crowd. In seemingly neutral spaces like this subreddit, all of these are bound to creep up in the comments. Shit, how am I supposed not to stress about it when buried under so many conflicting and contradictory signals? But hey, shhh, this obscure blog surely has the definitive answer. Just pay them $20 for this handy e-book! Everyone’s trying to sell something these days. I just want to know how I can sell myself.
Don’t get me started on pills. Red, blue, black, pink, clear, I’m left nothing but confused. The only pill these make me want to take is an Aspirin.
“Get off the Internet.” Well, let’s ask around in real life! Half of my male mates are nearing redpill territory and in their “women are manipulative trash” phase. The other half has about as much success as me (we’re kind of a nerdy clique, as you might have guessed). My female mates (femates?), on the other hand, end up in their “aw, but you’re such a lovely guy! It’s a real mystery how you haven’t found a girlfriend yet, let me give you a hug” shtick, which feels validating but isn’t quite what I’m looking for. As certainly many of you can relate to, I have also been blessed with useless parents :)
It’s just that… dating and flirting are such delicate things, with potential for fuckups at just about every step. Make one wrong move, send a message too early, lower the guards by an inch, and boom – all attraction is lost and one inevitably ends up with the “you’re a super good friend, throwaway-for-glory, but I just didn’t feel the spark, y’know? Let’s move on to other people and keep in touch platonically”. I try to tell myself that men do not have it harder in dating, but sometimes it is really difficult to internalise that. Men’s attractedness to women isn’t that fickle.
“Relax. You’re overthinking this way too much.”
Relaxing and not overthinking is what granted me a romanceless life, so obviously things need to change. (For the incels who are bound to slide into the comment box: I’m 6'3" tall, unquestionably white, of an average weight, and have no noticeable facial deformities, so that explanation won’t cut it this time.)
Among the thousands of contradictory dating advice dispensers, who the fuck is right? Who should I believe?
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2020.09.13 10:43 gabrurdesodio 25 [M4F] Europe/Anywhere - Winter is near and I'm like a heater

Surely start writting out of nowhere your feelings, what you've ever looked for in a relationship and present yourself is hard.
I'm an introvert person, maybe that's why I write this right here. I think reddit is an awesome platform with awesome people (with exceptions, obviously), so I thought about giving a try posting my letter in a bottle hoping it will reach someone who was waiting for me.
Nowadays I'm pretty happy when it comes about my life. Finally got the job I wanted, conserved a couple of good friends who won't kill me even when I say a lot of bad jokes, started being constant and less lazy... but when it comes to having a deeply connection when someone, who will be impatient to spend time with you, listen to your nonsense always with the same enthusiasm... lately I miss that.
I want you to think about me when you discover a random fact that surprised you, when you suddenly want to go for a nocturn walk, whenever you need to say something out of your chest or when you just need a silent hug.
Be your best friend, your confident, your travel companion; and starting to build together the rest of our lives.
>> Some attributes I hope you value too <<
· Honestity and empathy - Because honestity without empathy may be cruelty. You can always try to reach other's hearts without hurting them. Unless they like pinapple pizza.
· Loyalty - yes
· Communication - Important, I can read hints but I've not developed yet my mind-reading module. Developers are working on the next update.
· Enthusiasm and effort - Nothing discourage me more than talking to someone who won't show any will to know me. Let's not waste our time, this should not be way of killing time!
· Hooman - I do not date robots, sorry if you are offended.
· Ghosting is bad - Just tell the other one you don't feel the same or you are not interested anymore because of whatever. Isn't that hard, c'mon.
>> About the hopeless romantic writting this <<
Loves nature and hopes to live in a house with enough space to hold a bbq, a pool... and the hammock he will be sharing with you on sunday's morning while drinking a coffee, prepared obviously with the espresso machine you had to buy him last Christmas like the coffee snob he is.
Oh, the house may have a big garage because he likes to repair himself the house's thingys and the classic car(s) you will enjoy together.
He's taking you to places baby, because he likes to drive. Also the main hobbies would be hiking, trail running (this year discovered it and couldn't love it more), videogames (may you play with him a shitty game or maybe league? oh but that are synonyms), anime/manga/lightnovels and overthinking about things he should not. You may encourage him to play the piano more often (he is starting on his own this year but shhh)!
The hugs are amazing, especially in winter since he may be an oven.
Enjoys documentaries (especially about animals).
Will give a try at everything you like, will support you on all your hobbies and dreams, putting your feet on the ground if needed.
How I Met Your Mother is one of his favourite shows, also My Name is Earl and some others he can't remember because of his fish memory.
He's more of a dog person, specially large ones.
Can spend evenings searching info about some topic he just discovered and thought it was interesting. The same applies in looking for the best option to buy whatever. Oh men a lot of evenings... pls stop
And I think I will stop here, so you can discover the rest chatting with me.
To the 0 people that made it this far, hope you enjoyed the reading and I will be waiting for your message (I'd love a long message telling me what you felt reading it or what you liked the most!). This is me: https://imgur.com/a/X5fUtWF
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2020.09.13 03:47 integrated001 24 [M4F] Anywhere -- I come in peace!

Dear earthlings… I come in peace.
It is I, a creature you call an extraterrestrial being. I like to consider myself integrated001 online, but you’re more than welcome to call me your future boyfriend. I also come from a planet not too far called Uranus and let me tell you it is quite something! Aside from the beautiful turquoise color and superfluous gassy winds, it is a place I’ve come to call home. However, due to the nature of events taking place on Earth (seriously wtf you humans doing…), I was tasked to come observe from above. Flying in my ultra high tech UFO V.69, I came zooming to your planet at the speed of you sliding into my DMs (apparently it’s somehow faster than speed of light… who knew?!).
Upon my mission to observe and document behavior of all kinds, I began to notice a high reliance on a thing called love. As time went on, I began to develop feelings of loneliness and a heart that desired a person that can fill it with their own care and love. Since then, I have decided to stay and set up shop at Area 51 (shhh, don’t tell anyone). Here, I grabbed a piece of hardware called a computer and started typing away with my thin, green fingers as I hope to meet a caring human I can call my girlfriend. It’s a better option than abducting a poor lad in the middle of a forest (we’ve also seen those alien documentaries and movies). I wanted to share my story with you and give you some insight as to what qualities I hope to search for in a girl. Oh… and if you’re worried about long distance, especially on a galactic scale, don’t worry. I plan to stick around on Earth. Plus, distance nor age difference is an issue for me. As long as you exemplify the following qualities: honest, trusting, caring, loving, values communication, respecting, mature, loyal (this fellow alien has been hurt before), and loves to be probed- I mean going on adventures, then you’re the girl for me.
I wish I could take you on my UFO, but that thing crashed on my way here. A bunch of military dudes came and investigated but I jumped out like the boogeyman and ran around naked. Most of them were blinded by such sight, so I was able to get away. I’m sure they have my UFO stored somewhere around here, so it is my mission to also find that so I can one day fly over to you and go on a fun date! Until then, we can chat on here or another messaging platform and truly get to know one another. No topic is off limits for me, so you’re more than welcome to ask me anything.
Before I end this transmission and submit my post, I did want to bring up a matter called ghosting and cheating. It is something this alien doesn’t want to go through, nor is it an effective way to go about life. I seek someone that has the right values in mind and seeks to build something genuine up. Comes down to communication and mutual effort. At the end of the day, it’s me and you exploring this together, no one else.
I come in peace and will always share my peace with you. Unless that piece is a piece of cake then it is all mine. You humans make some damn good food. I suck at cooking and baking, so if you can teach me some mean skills on this planet, then this alien will sure appreciate it!
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2020.09.13 03:33 integrated001 24 [M4F] I come in peace!

Dear earthlings… I come in peace.
It is I, a creature you call an extraterrestrial being. I like to consider myself integrated001 online, but you’re more than welcome to call me your future boyfriend. I also come from a planet not too far called Uranus and let me tell you it is quite something! Aside from the beautiful turquoise color and superfluous gassy winds, it is a place I’ve come to call home. However, due to the nature of events taking place on Earth (seriously wtf you humans doing…), I was tasked to come observe from above. Flying in my ultra high tech UFO V.69, I came zooming to your planet at the speed of you sliding into my DMs (apparently it’s somehow faster than speed of light… who knew?!).
Upon my mission to observe and document behavior of all kinds, I began to notice a high reliance on a thing called love. As time went on, I began to develop feelings of loneliness and a heart that desired a person that can fill it with their own care and love. Since then, I have decided to stay and set up shop at Area 51 (shhh, don’t tell anyone). Here, I grabbed a piece of hardware called a computer and started typing away with my thin, green fingers as I hope to meet a caring human I can call my girlfriend. It’s a better option than abducting a poor lad in the middle of a forest (we’ve also seen those alien documentaries and movies). I wanted to share my story with you and give you some insight as to what qualities I hope to search for in a girl. Oh… and if you’re worried about long distance, especially on a galactic scale, don’t worry. I plan to stick around on Earth. Plus, distance nor age difference is an issue for me. As long as you exemplify the following qualities: honest, trusting, caring, loving, values communication, respecting, mature, loyal (this fellow alien has been hurt before), and loves to be probed- I mean going on adventures, then you’re the girl for me.
I wish I could take you on my UFO, but that thing crashed on my way here. A bunch of military dudes came and investigated but I jumped out like the boogeyman and ran around naked. Most of them were blinded by such sight, so I was able to get away. I’m sure they have my UFO stored somewhere around here, so it is my mission to also find that so I can one day fly over to you and go on a fun date! Until then, we can chat on here or another messaging platform and truly get to know one another. No topic is off limits for me, so you’re more than welcome to ask me anything.
Before I end this transmission and submit my post, I did want to bring up a matter called ghosting and cheating. It is something this alien doesn’t want to go through, nor is it an effective way to go about life. I seek someone that has the right values in mind and seeks to build something genuine up. Comes down to communication and mutual effort. At the end of the day, it’s me and you exploring this together, no one else.
I come in peace and will always share my peace with you. Unless that piece is a piece of cake then it is all mine. You humans make some damn good food. I suck at cooking and baking, so if you can teach me some mean skills on this planet, then this alien will sure appreciate it!
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2020.09.11 16:00 Angel466 [Bob the hobo] A Celestial Wars Spin-Off Part 0157

PART ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SEVEN
Robbie continued to hold Mason close as Daniel asked for specifics that would create an ironclad case against Tony and two of his enforcers for kidnapping, assault, attempted murder, and plenty of other charges that would ensure at the very least those three would never see the sunny side of a prison gate again.
But after thirty minutes of gingerly feeling their way through Mason’s recollections, a scuffle broke out in the hallway that quickly escalated into an all-out screaming match. “Sir, you’re not going in there…!”
“The hell I’m not, boy! That’s my son in there and I don’t give a rat’s ass what you or anyone else…!”
“Sir!”
At Mason’s panicked gasp, Daniel shot him a blended grimace of apology and annoyance and excused himself, rising quickly to his feet and heading to the door to take care of it.
“Robbie, you know he’s wasting his time,” Mason hissed, looking over his shoulder as the door closed behind the detective. “Once Pa’s got himself in a tizz like this, he’s like a nuclear detonation with no kill switch. He’s not going to stop just because a detective tells him …”
But before Mason could finish that sentence, all the raised voices outside fell into an eery silence simultaneously. Like cricket silence. As if someone had hit a giant mute button on the whole hallway. The shift between the two noise levels left a strange ringing in Robbie’s ears.
He saw Mason’s jaw fall slack and chuckled lightly, giving his younger roommate a quick squeeze. “You were saying, pal?”
“B-But how?”
“Nascerdios,” Robbie answered, knowing his response was two-fold and Mason would only get it from the human perspective.
“I doubt it. Pa’s never given a crap about the Nascerdios,” Mason stated, with absolute conviction.
Or maybe not. It was, after all, Mason’s intuitiveness that got him into this mess in the first place. “Then I don’t know what you want me to tell ya’, pal…” His words broke off as Daniel stalked in and closed the door again with a huff.
“Sorry about that, Mason,” he said, returning to his chair beside the bed. “I should’ve had your family intercepted at the nurses’ station.”
The supposed admission of failure lifted Robbie’s opinion of Daniel. He hadn’t said, ‘Because your father's uncontrollable…’ which would have upset Mason further. Instead, he shouldered the blame and kept Mason at ease.
Nevertheless, the silencing of the whole hallway did need to be addressed. From behind Mason’s shoulder (where he wouldn’t see it), Robbie frowned at Daniel and held his thumb and pointer finger roughly half an inch apart. “You know there’s only this much difference between bending and weaving when you pull that trick out of your sass, right?”
Daniel threw Robbie a look of derision, twisting his lips to one side. “Says the only bender in the room,” he countered.
“The bender who’s never bent a thing in his life outside of my imagination.”
“What are you two talking about?” Mason asked, shifting his gaze from one to the other and back again.
Robbie had to remind himself this wasn’t Sam. It was Mason and this roommate picked up crumbs of information like a hoover. Much the way Lucas did. “I’ve been dealing with the Nascerdios a lot lately, pal, and I guess I’ve picked up a chunk of their internal jargon in the process.” The truth, without specifics. He caught the amused look Daniel sent him and shook his head ever so slightly.
Mason’s expression brightened. “What? You mean more than just the detective here?” he asked, rolling his thumb at Daniel.
The absurdity had Robbie chuckling again until he lowered his head to Mason’s shoulder to hide his eyes. Oh, man … you are sooo far behind the eight ball, they haven’t even invented the game where you are. He huffed against Mason’s shoulder and squeezed it before lifting his head once more. “Yeah, man. I know a few more than that now … but we can get into that just as soon as you answer Detective Nascerdios’ questions, okay?” he quickly added, when he could see the excited WHO?! written all over Mason’s face.
Unfortunately, Robbie’s phone chose that moment to ring, and it was his turn to glance apologetically at Daniel and Mason as he dug into his pocket and swiped to see the incoming number.
Mr Ruffalo.
Boyd’s boss.
Shhh—ugar. This can’t be good.
“I have to take this,” he said by way of apology as he slid out from behind Mason and stood up beside the bed, earning him a much more serious scowl from Daniel and a hurt look from Mason. “Boyd’s boss.” Well, that satisfied Mason, if not Daniel.
He went over to the window and took the call. “Hello?”
“You are down as Boyd Masters’ person of contact,” the voice said, almost in accusation.
“I am, and if this is about him not being there today, I rang it in this morning…”
“This call is being made to you because Boyd isn’t answering his phone. He’s fired. Effective immediately. Please pass that along to him.”
“WHAT?!” Robbie roared.
Daniel quickly surged to his feet and even Mason twisted in the bed as if he too wanted to stand. Robbie threw out a hand at them to keep them away. “But Boyd’s worked his pass off for you,” he argued, curling his free hand in a tight fist of frustration.
“Sentiment aside, the decision’s been made and his pink slip will be mailed to him along with his final payslip. Good day, Mr O’Hara.” And then the phone went dead.
Robbie clenched his jaw and pinched his lips closed, breathing heavily as he processed the call and what it would do to Boyd. It would kill him. It would literally kill him. Those past-hards!
Knowing he was quickly losing control, he dove into his imagination, where he would have all the time in the world to rant and rave and then finally settle down and figure things out. He was still only new to internalising, so the space he created was an empty parkland on a sunny day. Birds chirping and all that spit still going on in the background on the off-chance they could help. His heart still pounded as his mind raced until he arched back and screamed at the universe. This was so unfair! He knew better than most how unfair things could be, but Boyd had suffered enough! All he ever wanted was to go to work and take pride in his work! To feel like he mattered.
He screamed again, taking it to the next level that would terrify the wildlife and send the birds scattering, just because their panic did make him feel better. Then he went on a non-swearing tangent that had Brahms’ Construction tied in with a lot of ‘it’, ‘uck’, ‘hole’ ‘ick’ and ‘ard’ words. By the end of it, he doubled over in a wheezing pant, bracing himself against his knees. He hadn’t realised so many words rhymed with swearing.
Okay. Okay, okay…okay. Boyd was fired. But Boyd didn’t know that yet. He’d turned the big guy’s phone off, and unless something woke him up, he should still be asleep by the time Robbie got home. He had until then to figure out how to break it to him.
Personally, once the shock had worn off (and if he was being honest with himself) Robbie was inwardly happy that Boyd no longer worked for that company. They didn’t appreciate him. Not the way they should’ve. And if something as drastic as this hadn’t happened, Boyd might have worked himself to death for them anyway. At least this way, he had his whole life ahead of him. He was only twenty-nine. Maybe he could go to college like Sam and Mason did. Get a degree in something that really interested him. Or a trade in something he liked. Boyd was only happy as a construction worker because the work was labour intensive and his family had always pushed that agenda. He didn’t do it because he enjoyed the environment. He enjoyed the feeling of accomplishment at the end of the day. He wore his blisters and muscle strain the way his family wore their ribbons and medals.
Okay. Redirect Boyd’s focus. He could do that. Depending on how he played his cards, he might even be able to convince Boyd he needed to quit before telling him he didn’t need to go to work tomorrow. Use the internet to get him all excited about taking another direction first.
Wow! Holy cow! He wished he knew about internalising before last night! It would’ve made his whole life a lot easier if he could spend this long planning out his future moves in an instant of real-time!
Mason first, then Boyd. That was the order of the day. He also needed to call Lucas and check in on Angelo. Depending on how this situation with Mason turned out, he could swing past 1PP (realm step actually – it was entirely out of the way otherwise) to make a personal appearance and see if Angelo needed anything and then head home before Sam arrived. Get him situated … sort out dinner and everyone’s washing … and then hit the web for things that he could entice Boyd with.
With that plan sorted, he returned to the physical realm.
“What’s going on?” Mason asked in shock; a question he could see on Daniel’s face as well.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” Robbie answered, making his way across the room.
“Did Boyd just get laid off?” Mason pushed.
Robbie slapped an easy-going grin on his face and slid back in behind Mason. “Let’s get through this first, buddy. ’kay?” He asked, mussing Mason’s hair. “One thing at a time.”
That was fast becoming his new mantra in life.
One fire at a time.
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PART ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHT

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2020.09.08 06:57 AaronsAmazingAlt Imagine if Prince wanted The Gold Experience to be released instead of Come in August 1994?

The version we identify as being handed in along with Come does not include tracks like Pussy Control, Endorphinmachine, Shhh, We March and Dolphin but did have Interactive, Acknowledge Me, Ripopgodazippa, Days Of Wild and [most notably] the video mix of The Most Beautiful Girl. Now, where would've those songs gone?
I would imagine The Artist doing further work on Come [and becoming a Symbol album in the process], and the songs that ended up on the final "Release Date: NEVER!" version of TGE moving to there [and maybe 18 and Over]. Pussy Control possibly issued as an focus single. And I guess The Artist still replaces Interactive on TGE with Endorphinmachine [as mentioned in the Crystal Book booklet], and it's the cowbell-driven version like what ended up there.
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2020.09.07 13:53 bruindating314 Just a quaranteen giving this whole dating thing a shot

my information:
Gender: nonbinary, feminine-presenting, assigned female at birth (they/them)
Sexuality: asexual
Age: 18 (incoming freshman)
Major: molecular cell developmental biology (dang, I hate having to type that all out)
Ethnicity: Chinese/Taiwanese (Hoklo)
Personality metrics: INFJ/P-T, 4w5 (if these mean anything to you haha)
Interests: currently really into discovering new types of music and singing! I’ve been into French and "emo" music atm. Bad dance parties at 1 am and then bagel bites at 2. I have different topics that I like to dive into, at various points in my life these have been: absolute pitch, quantum mechanics, revolutions, rocks.
Height: 5’2”on a good day (technically 5’ 1.91” but shhh), average size/weight
pros of dating me: it’s pretty easy to be taller than me; I love listening to people and I think I give good advice; I’ve been told I’m fiercely loyal and honest; I care deeply about things/people/ideas and basking in the Feels ™; i can create from scratch a poem in ten minutes (useless superpower); ambitious but not competitive is how I’d describe myself
cons of dating me: once i start punning, i can’t stop. This includes dad jokes, of course. Some perfectionist tendencies, not really into the party/drugs scene, never been in a relationship before, I don’t swear (idk some people find this to be a con), I’m in the Bay Area rn so hopefully you’re close by!
looking for someone with:
Gender: female/nonbinary/honestly anyone feminine
Age: ideally 17-18, but 19 is ok too
major: any as long as you aren’t a premed jk jk
ethnicity: any
interests: honestly interests don’t matter too much, as long as you’re passionate about *something* in life. Even underwater basket weaving! Also open to random dancing/philosophical conservations/just vibing at the wee hours of the morning.
height: any for the most part, I’m pretty short so it would be nice if you were like,,, a foot within me so I won’t have to crane my neck up all the time haha
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2020.09.02 16:00 Angel466 [Bob the hobo] A Celestial Wars Spin-Off Part 0148

PART ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-EIGHT
Since Daniel was the senior officer on the case, he sat in the chair in front of the captain’s desk while the captain leaned forward on his elbows from his side and listened intently to every word 1PP detective said. Lucas let Angelo have the other seat, though he pulled it back behind the first in a clear case of rank and had Angelo sit down while he stood behind Detective Nascerdios.
There was enough chain that he could stand comfortably at ease with his left hand down at his side in silent support of his commanding officer.
His phone had already rung once on his way to Captain Fogel’s office, but no way was he bothering with it now. Not when it wasn’t important.
Well, not as important as this meeting. Based on the simple ringtone, it wasn’t from anyone he knew well enough to allocate one to.
Sure enough, it went away by the time they reached the captain’s office and they were all ushered inside.
Less than a minute later, it rang again.
Everyone ignored him as he dropped his right hand from the middle of his back and dove into his knee-pocket, where, by feel alone, he flicked the side switch that silenced the call without ever breaking eye contact with his captain. As soon as it was done, he straightened once more and stood with his feet shoulder-width apart.
Seconds later, it vibrated something fierce in the pocket. Every muscle in Lucas’ body fought to remain perfectly still as the vibrations continued to rain on his right knee. The same knee he blew out ten years ago playing football. He didn’t want to bring any attention to himself as he tried to angle the pocket so it sat forward off his knee, but swear to God it felt like someone had found a hot poker and was trying to remove his kneecap with it.
Angelo must have sensed something, or heard something for he leaned forward and looked up at him, questioningly. Lucas didn’t dare move until the vibration finally stopped and then he released his breath in a relieved huff.
His knee still buzzed from the aftermath, but without the phone going off to agitate it, he could shift his weight to push the pocket off of his knee, making a mental note to move it permanently to his left knee pocket just as soon as he could. Then it could vibrate until hell froze over for all he cared.
Then it rang a fourth time. “Oh, for the love of God! Just answer it, Dobson, and then turn it off!” Captain Fogel snapped, in no mood to be interrupted even by a vibration.
“Yes, sir,” Lucas said, immediately retrieving the phone. It was still no one he knew, but rather than talk openly, he turned and put his back to the other occupants of the room. “Who is this?” he demanded, having every intention of hunting them down and throttling them for not taking the first three hints.
“Oh, thank God,” the voice on the other end said in a rush. Whoever it was then added in muffled glee, “It still counts. I’m not in the room yet.”
Lucas would recognise that country sass anywhere. “MASON?!”
Hearing Daniel launch to his feet, Lucas retraced his half-twist so that the handcuff between himself and Angelo didn’t wrap around him.
“Yeah, man, it’s me. Listen, we gotta talk, like right, right, right now. Please? Whatever you’re doing, drop it and get here. I’ve never been more serious in my life. Pretty please, man. With every cherry in the fucking world on top. I need you.”
Daniel was already talking into his own phone.
“No…no—no! One more second, please?” Lucas heard Mason beg, as whoever had loaned Mason their phone clearly wanted it back.
“Mason, tell them you have Officer Dobson of the Major Case Squad on the phone and that I need to talk to them.” That might have been a little stretch of the truth, but he figured an association with 1PP would motivate the nurse far more than ‘Foot Patrolman Dobson of the 5th’. He heard what he thought was a female voice amidst the struggle, but until he knew that for sure, he didn’t want to assume. Daniel held up two fingers and mouthed two minutes at him.
Lucas nodded.
Mason must have passed the message on, for a woman came onto the line. “Now see here, Officer Dobson,” she said in a strict, no-nonsense voice.
“Ma’am, Mason Williams is a critical witness in a Major Case Squad case and it is imperative he stays calm and on the line with me for two more minutes while we get uniformed officers from the fourth floor down to safeguard him.” At least, that was Lucas’ guess as to where Daniel was going to get uniforms to Mason from in under two minutes. Which brought up an important part. “I assume he is still in the same room on the first floor?”
“Ahhh, yes,” the nurse said, and Lucas could all but feel Mason’s smugness in the background.
“I’m sorry to bother you like this, Nurse…?”
“Parfin. Tammy Parfin.”
“Nurse Parfin,” Lucas said, keeping it professional. “If you could put Mr Williams back on the phone, I'd be most appreciative.”
After a moment or two, Mason was back on the line. “Hey, what’d you say to her, man? I thought she was going to choke on her tongue for a second.”
“Behave yourself, Mason,” Lucas reprimanded. “This is serious.”
“Oh, you don’t even know the half of it, Lucas. Angelo …”
“Shhh,” Lucas shushed. “Officers are on their way to you as we speak, but they aren’t going to want your statement either, buddy. They’re just going to come and keep you company until Detective Nascerdios and I can get to you.”
“Wait, you know a Nascerdios?”
Lucas blinked, then covered his eyes. Holy hell! Had it really only been a month since all of this madness started? “Yeah, buddy,” he said in a strained voice. “I know a Nascerdios or two.” …or four.
“Who? Which ones?”
Daniel made the motion with one hand of a puppet talking while his other hand rolled in a ‘keep going’ way. “My new boss is a Nascerdios,” he said, not wanting to say over the phone that two of their five roommates were also Nascerdios, or that they were now living with a third. One of those he was still coming to terms with. “But I doubt you’ve heard of him.”
“But they’re all related, right? So is he richer than Sam’s dad? I bet he is.”
“Dude, I am literally standing beside him, and you want me to ask him how rich he is?”
“Okay, I didn’t know he was right there. Wow. You work for the Nascerdios now?”
“I’m working under Detective Nascerdios,” Lucas corrected. “And we both work for the NYPD. I still wear a badge.” And a gun, you little shit. Lucas wasn’t sure how much of his conversation his captain and the detective were hearing, but the way Angelo drew his knees to his chest, wrapped his arms around his legs and rocked on the seat, he had clearly heard at least some of it.
“Right. Right, right.”
It suddenly occurred to Lucas that this was the Mason of old. “Man, how are you so full of beans?” Lucas wasn’t a doctor by any stretch, but the young vet in training didn’t sound in the least bit hurt. If anything, he sounded perfectly fine. He knew Llyr had pulled strings to bring in Doctor Nascerdios, but he hadn’t expected her to pull off this level of miracle.
Lucas glanced across at Daniel, wondering just how he and Doctor Nascerdios were related. If just their looks were anything to go by, probably siblings, or maybe cousins.
“I don’t know,” Mason admitted, settling down from his excitement. “I just remember waking up and needing to find a phone pront…hey–your peeps are here.”
“Alright. They’re going to stay with you until we get down there. In order to get your statement first, your family won’t be able to come in and visit this morning.”
“They have been here?”
“Of course they have! Half your clan’s been holed up in various motels across the city for the last few weeks, man. They’ve been swapping in and out to keep your parents company and your grandfather came out of retirement to run the farms.”
“Jesus! Gramps? He retired before they put power to the farm!”
“Well, I guess he made it work because he and your little sister are the only ones I haven’t met yet. You scared the shit out of a lot of good people.”
“Scared the shit outta m'self too,” Mason admitted. “I thought for sure I was a goner.”
You weren’t alone there, buddy-boy, Lucas wisely thought to himself. “Okay then. Give the nice Nurse Parfin back her phone and tell her thank you very much.”
Mason suddenly went quiet. “Do I have to?” he hedged nervously.
This was exactly why he’d needed to stay on the line. “Ask one of the officers to give you his or her number, and I’ll ring back on that one.”
“Okay.”
Balancing his phone on his shoulder, Lucas reached into his pocket and drew out his notepad and pen and began writing down numbers.
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2020.09.02 04:28 Ammy_8 List of rants about certain aspects of the demo (Long)

I can't even call these mini-rants because so many of them are so damn long, lol. I just didn't want to make a lot of posts complaining about each one these things.
I'd like to preface this by saying that I haven't played the demo for myself yet, nor do I have any plans to since I don't want to put my laptop through that hell. All of these complaints are based on what I've seen of Osana through other people's videos and they'll mostly focus on the writing and mechanics aspects of the whole demo. The only bugs I'll mention (practically at the end of this post) are those I've seen repeated throughout this sub multiple times.
I've actually had some of these complaints before Osana came out, but I didn't want to fully judge her based on the mod I watched; I wanted to wait until she was officially released to give her a fair shot. How did things go? Well...

1) Osana's befriend/betray method is a complete disaster. Aside from the fact that some people just dead-ass couldn't get it to work properly when the demo first came out, there's a lot of problems.
First off, Raibaru just stands there while her best friend tells you that she's being stalked by some guy who kidnapped her cat and she does and says nothing. Absolutely nothing. She's just stands there like a damn robot just like :).
The stalker's sister looks like Osana but with shorter hair. That's not too bad, but it just bothers me. Especially when she says that she worries about him coming into her room during the night. It just leaves very disturbing connotations.
I'm not an expert on stealth games, but the stealth in this part just seemed... really easy? You move past one room, crouch behind a couch, move past another room, and you're at the stalker's room already. The c h i p b a g s are the only thing standing between you and victory, and they're not even that hard to avoid.
Why do the parents automatically assume you're their daughter's friend if they catch you? They see a random girl dressed in all black, just sneaking around their house during the night and their first reaction is "Oh, you must be one of my daughter's friends :D!" Like... what???? Does the daughter frequently have a lot of friends over without them knowing?
The lead-up to the stalker's room was... actually quite nice. All the shadows near his door make for an unsettling scene and once you finally enter his room, he's spouting some creepy shit about Miyuki while caressing a poster of her. It could've been very effective if handled properly! Unfortunately, the stalker's not that much of a threat...
His sister mentioned that he screamed whenever he even thinks that someone entered his room. Tell me why Ayano can just open the door with the loudest creak ever and he doesn't even notice. Not to mention, when he actually does notice you, he doesn't scream at all.
You can literally just take the cat while the stalker's still talking to you and he does absolutely nothing to stop you, I can't-
When you take the cat, the other people in the house just... disappear? For no reason... Why??? I mean, if you had to get past three more people to get out, it'd make things a little bit harder.
Why is Kokona's cutscene animated but not Osana's???? They're basically almost the exact same cutscene. You were willing to animate the placeholder rival's cutscene, but didn't even bother with the actual tutorial rival. The very first lines Osana says are the exact same lines Kokona says ("You have a nice place, Yan-chan!" "Where are your parents?" "So, you take care of yourself? That must be hard."). Like... is this deliberate? I don't want to think that he downgraded the cutscene in order to get more funds, but... that's what it looks like.
Completing the method itself takes you a whole sum of 30-40 minutes irl-time and one whopping day in-game time. Amazing.
If you do Osana's befriend/betray method on Monday, she and Senpai talk like nothing happened for the rest of the week. I'm honestly at a lost on this. A part of me wants to excuse it because it's a demo and it's not finished yet, but another part of me feels like he should've accounted for this the very day he finished implementing the method.
2) The matchmaking method is boring. It sucks because it's a really cute idea but it's wasted. It's literally just "I like cats :D! But I don't like dogs :(. Your hair looks nice! Wanna see how big brain I am? Oh, and, uh, here's... Idk a cat necklace? Byeeee!" And rinse and repeat for the whole week. The only difference is changing the guy's looks and training with him for a bigger brain. It gets old very quickly. I couldn't even imagine doing this 9 more times.
The cutscene you get isn't even that good when compared to the one with Senpai and the rival. Senpai's cutscene is fully voice-acted and animated while the matchmaking cutscene is literally them standing in one spot while you get an explanation of what's going on at the bottom. This cutscene doesn't have to be fully voice-acted, but I feel like it could've at least been better animated.
It's literally the same thing as matchmaking Kokona and Riku.
3) The schemes are just walkthroughs. You can't change my mind on this. You're basically just handing the player the key to winning on a silver platter. It requires no input from the player. Most new players are probably just going to follow the schemes anyway because of how specific the elimination methods are. If people need walkthroughs in order to complete certain elimination methods, don't you think you're doing something wrong?
Not to mention that they dead-ass treat you like a complete idiot. In Osana's Monday expulsion method, you're supposed to place a bucket on top of a door to get her wet so she'll go to the shower and you can steal her phone. The scheme note for placing the bucket specifies, in parenthesis, that "it must be a swinging door" as if the game doesn't have faith in you figuring that one out on your own by trial-and-error.
Osana's Thursday expulsion scheme has a part that says "Pick up the salty snack" ffs.
4) The game is not newcomer-friendly. There are so many elimination methods and different mechanics that people are going to end up getting confused. The only reason I understand the madness is because I've been following this game for years and I'm aware of every elimination method and gameplay mechanic.
Even someone like CoryxKenshin, who played the game years ago, had no idea what was happening. The only people I see actually understanding what they're supposed to do is those who've played/watched the debug builds and/or watched Alex's update videos.
I feel like it would've been better if the demo was condensed a bit to ensure that new players don't get too confused. Maybe make the school smaller (by having some parts fenced off), with lesser students, with only a few elimination methods and a few functional clubrooms. Something simple so that new players have an easier time jumping in.
If you really wanted to add every single thing in the game, make it a prize for getting rid of Osana once, or maybe by getting rid of her multiple times in different ways. Sort of like a sneak peek at the rest of the game or something. It's probably not a good idea, but I just feel like new people going to end up getting way too confused for something that's not even remotely their fault.
5) The tutorials don't do anything to help either. I understand that they're kind of """placeholders""" for the actual tutorial, but they're just walls of text. It feels more like you're studying for a test instead of learning about certain mechanics of the game. You know you have to read it to be able to pass, but you don't want to because they're tedious to read. The game should at least explain the basics of different elimination methods to you (at least some of the more complex ones), but it doesn't even do that.
6) This is something that's bothered me before the demo came out, but there's a lot of visual inconsistencies with the school, mostly with the clubs. Half of the clubs don't even look like they're part of the school. They look like they belong in completely different buildings. The worst offenders are the Science Club and the Light Music Club. I understand the need to make the clubs stand out, but I feel like more care could've been put into making them fit in with the rest of the school. A good example would probably be the cooking club. Yeah, it's simple in design, especially compared to other clubs, but it actually looks like it's part of the school.
7) There's no incentive to complete the other elimination methods. AFAIK, all of them lead to practically the same ending cutscene. As long as you get rid of Osana one time, you don't have to bother with the other elimination methods. Unless you actually care, there's no good incentive to complete everything.
(I mean, I spent hours grinding my ass off to get to level 10 on the Etrian Odyssey demos (they're basically RPGs), drawing the maps for all the available areas, and doing all the possible sidequests I could, but that's because I was actually having fun with the game and I wanted to do everything I could. If I had played through the YanSim demo, I can't imagine that I'd feel as excited to complete everything.)
It doesn't help that there's literally nothing to do once you eliminate her. You can go to class, you can boost your reputation, you can get the other student profiles, but that's it. It's not even known if you'd want to do that since it's not fully clear if the demo save data will translate to the final game.
I feel like Alex could've asked himself if the regular, unbiased player would be willing to explore all the content in the demo. If the answer was no, then he could've tried working things out to ensure that the player would want to see everything the demo had to offer after the first go-around.
I guess what I'm saying is... having a lot of content means nothing if the average player doesn't feel motivated enough to want to work hard to see it all.
8) Osana's conversations with Senpai and Raibaru are... unnatural. It feels like two robots are talking, or two people who have never met each other in their entire lives. Even giving Raibaru and Osana nicknames for each other would've been a nice little detail. Why don't Osana and Raibaru walk next to each other??? She's basically Osana's pet at this point. Even if Osana's sitting down, Raibaru's going to be standing up right next to her just watching her.
8.1) Monday's interactions have a lot of problems.
The prompt for finding out what kind of boy Osana likes is Raibaru saying "Tell me about the boy you like! What made you fall for him?" Does she not know Senpai's name? Has Osana never mentioned Senpai by name to her?
Osana mentions that she has to take a call in private and Raibaru just follows her and eavesdrops on her.
The way you learn about Osana's interests is by following her and Raibaru around as they go around checking each club and having Raibaru say "What do you think of this club?" over and over. It's so lazy. Why doesn't Raibaru know some of these interests? Why does Raibaru act as if the delinquents are an official club? There's no logical reason to her bringing Osana over to, arguably, the most dangerous people in the school other than learning about how Osana feels about it. I guess you could make the argument that Raibaru could defend her? But why would she want to put her friend in harm's way? (idk if I'm thinking too much into this it just bothers me-)
While Osana and Raibaru are talking about Osana's stalker, Raibaru just casually mentions that she's very strong. Um... I don't think anyone would mention that in a conversation. Osana should know Raibaru's insanely strong because she knows she was in the Martial Arts Club. There's no need for that line. It's probably not a super big deal, but it bothers me. The way that she delivers the line just feels so unnatural to me ("Osana, I try to avoid talking about this... but I'm actually very strong").
Come to think of it... why doesn't Raibaru teach Osana self-defense? If Osana rejected her offer, I could understand. But we don't really get any knowledge that that's what happened. If Raibaru cares about her, why doesn't she make an effort to help Osana defend herself?
Not to mention... Osana's not okay with letting Raibaru help her, but she's willing to let a complete stranger help her out with her problems?
8.2) Osana's just... very badly written in general. There's being a tsundere and then there's being plain mean. She's written like she's supposed to be an exaggeration of the tsundere archetype instead of an actual character. She blows up at Senpai for no reason and then she just whines to Raibaru like "omg, I'm such an idiot, I fucked it up-". It's amazing as to how Senpai's put up with her for so long.
There's also instances of Osana just explaining the situation to Raibaru for the sake of the player.
8.3) I know I kind of touched on this point in my last post, but why does Osana call Taro Senpai? They should be on a first name basis by now. They've been friends ever since they were kids. Hearing Osana call Taro "Senpai" over and over again hurts my soul (Especially when she says "Oh, a date with Senpai!" in their Thursday interaction)...
8.4) If Osana knows what type of music Taro listens to... why did Taro act as if she didn't? I mean... surely she must've asked him at another point in her life, right? Either that or he just forgot... Or she just like, stalked him or something. Raibaru once again calls Taro "that boy". Ffs, she's Osana's best friend and she doesn't know the first thing about the boy she likes.
8.5) The scene you get with Senpai and Osana at the beginning of Thursday seems... really out of place to me. I mean, yeah it has a purpose (telling you about one of Osana's specific elimination method), but it just doesn't seem to fit with the rest of the interactions? Maybe it's because the only interaction that's like this? Probably, I guess.
(As a side note, this cutscene happens on Thursday, but the way to get this method to work is to do something on Wednesday. So, if you wanted to eliminate Osana that way and purchased the walkthrough scheme on Thursday, but you didn't know about the Wednesday thing, you have to restart the week. Nice.)
8.6) I will admit, though, having Raibaru whisper motivational lines while Osana and Senpai interact during the morning is kind of sweet. It makes her look less like a stalker and more like a supportive friend cheering Osana on in the background. If she were handled better, I might've actually liked her.
9) Osana's rejection methods has problems. The big one is the fact that Senpai's view of her can change in five days despite them being childhood friends. Yeah, I can understand the panty shot one, and to a lesser extent, the book one, but what about the other ones?
9.1) I guess that having her make food that makes Senpai sick can kind of count? I guess??? I mean... he could just decline eating food from her ever again. One case of food poisoning shouldn't be enough to break a friendship that's lasted literal years (possibly even more than a decade, at this point), right? Unless what he looks for in a woman's one who can cook...
9.2) Why does Osana being late to a movie change Senpai's view of her? I know that he bitches about it because he says that she's always complaining that he's late, but come on! It was just one time, wasn't it? I don't immediately bitch about my friends when they're late one time.
Speaking of this method, there's... kind of a plothole here? I guess??? Why doesn't Raibaru wake Osana up herself? I mean... surely she has a phone, right? I'm sure she can see that Osana's oversleeping, right??? Or does she just get too distracted? Yeah, she's doing other stuff while Osana's sleeping, but how long does it take to wake someone up?
9.3) The entire mixtape one's just bad. The term isn't the right one to use and it just ends up making things very confusing. Wouldn't it have been easier to just say playlist or something?
Why didn't Osana check her phone to make sure she played the right audio? Hell, even after you sabotage the event, she still doesn't check her phone. Surely she could figure it out and explain that it was a misunderstanding...
Does Senpai not question why Osana has an audio that trashes him on her phone??? I think it would've been better if someone else played the recorded message for Senpai.
10) Why does Senpai only stay home one day from school when Osana dies? His childhood friend died. If anything, you think he'd stay the rest of the week at home.
Why does Raibaru not stay home when Osana dies? Osana's her best friend. Raibaru's clearly torn up about it, you'd think that she's stay home too.
11) (((This is actually something I forgot to mention in my last post, but shhh))) Senpai's incredibly inconsistent. He whines whenever Ayano walks around him with a pair of scissors in her hand or when she looks at him for more than a minute, but if Ayano murders someone with a mask on he runs up to her and rips it off.
... What?
Okay, I understand why he implemented it, since before it was a guaranteed kill for a rival in front of Senpai while wearing the mask, but I feel like it could've been done better. I wouldn't even have a problem with it if Senpai was this guy who wants to protect those around him and is willing to jump in to stop some crazy murderer, but he literally gets scared when Ayano holds a pair of scissors in front of him. Also, he does nothing to stop Ayano from murdering someone normally. He just screams.
12) Osana's gossiping method is, uh... something. I feel like... it could've been handled better? Writing suicide's a tricky topic and while this isn't the worst depiction I've seen, I still feel like it's badly written. I feel like it has more to do with how the mechanic works.
For one, it's really easy and that makes it worse. You can literally complete the method in one single day if you do things right. Hell, you can complete it in one in-game hour if you use Info-chan's reputation-lowering favor. Having Osana go to suicide in one day seems unrealistic to me.
If you boost your social stat at the Gaming Club, you can nullify the reputation loss gossiping gets you (-2 loss) by complimenting the student you gossiped to (normally compliments would be a +1; with the Gaming Club boost, it's +2), making there be literally no consequence to gossiping about someone.
Do you see how unbalanced this seems? Especially when you consider that you don't even need to know something bad about Osana in order to gossip about her. You can just start from day one to gossip about her about whatever and you could be done in 30 minutes.
The voice acting's for the mom's pretty good, though. I also kinda feel like the game could use a TW for the suicide scene? But that's just me.
13) Based on the cutscene you get after the credits roll, I'm guessing that this whole thing's just an experiment Mr. Saikou made for Ayano. The reason he doesn't want anyone interfering with her is because he wants Megami to be the one to take her down in the end and expose her and her mother, which explains why Megami knows that someone dangerous is in the school. Bet.
Either that or they're related, idfk.
14) Having Osana be so easy is... kind of a mixed bag? On one hand, yeah she's not impossible to get rid of even with Raibaru around still alive, which is what I was most worried for. But, on the other hand, a lot of the methods are ridiculously easy to the point where they can become boring, like the gossiping, befriend/betray and matchmaking ones; the game just flat-out gives you walkthroughs to every one of her elimination methods, so there's technically no point to trying things out on your own; and the pathfinding's so trash that it leads to Raibaru getting stuck everywhere, leaving Osana completely vulnerable a lot of times. Not to mention that getting away with murder's ridiculously easy even without disposing of the body, so you can just leave Osana's body and handle everything else by burning it.
So, yeah, Osana's easy, but it's not because her difficulty's well-adjusted. She's easy because the mechanics of the game are incredibly unbalanced and the pathfinding sucks so bad.
15) There's literally no reason to care about any of the characters. The only reason I feel some type of emotional attachment to them is because I've been following this game for so long. Ayano has no personality (I guess that's kind of the point, but you get what I mean). Senpai has no personality. The little personality Osana has makes her annoying and unlikeable. Raibaru's just a nice girl with no other personality traits other than s t r o n g. You need to have reasons for the player to care about these characters.
The voice acting's really good. Surprisingly, it's at its best when Raibaru or Osana discover the body of the other, so you could feel something for the characters then. But they're really the only thing giving the characters any depth and emotions.
Characters are supposed to make you feel something. Especially in a story-heavy game like Alex wants YanSim to be. As of now, there's... nothing to keep people invested in the main characters. Ayano could've worked if she was handled well, but she's just not.
16) I might seem a bit overly mean while saying this, but... I just do not see 6 years worth of effort in this demo. At most? I'd say 2. I understand that demos can have bugs and glitches, but... there's a lot, and some of them are so game-breaking (Osana apparently showing up in the confession cutscene even though she's supposed to be dead, the scene of the police finding the blood of someone on a weapon repeating infinitely, the classic infinite limbs glitch...) that it feels like the demo isn't even finished yet.
Expelling and matchmaking Osana are basically the exact same experience as doing those things on Kokona. They both have the same lazy excuses for Genka and the only difference is that Osana has the vandalism thing while Kokona doesn't. Kokona's befriend/betray method was also handled better than Osana's. He really should've just programmed a rejection method for Kokona and made her the demo rival.
It feels like things have changed, but they haven't at the same time. Nothing's really changed throughout the school with Osana being there (the only things that changed are her being at her locker and at her desk). None of the characters react differently to Osana except for, like, 4-5. I know that they don't need to make it so that every character behaves differently around Osana, but it really feels like she barely makes an impact in-game. Like, yeah, we have an actual objective now, but is the game better for it? Is the game more fun now that Osana's in it? Was it worth waiting for Osana for 6 years?
At this point, the demo feels exactly like what Alex feared it would feel like: the exact same game with Osana plastered on it; Osana is just Kokona with a different hairstyle.

That's about it. This one's a lot longer than the last one because I had a lot more to say now that Osana's officially in the game. I feel like I'm being really negative, since there are good things here, but I just can't help but get upset at a lot of the problems in this demo.
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2020.08.27 23:04 0perspective Announcing more modmail improvements

UPDATED (8/31): Based on a bunch of the comments in the post, we quickly knocked out a new "copy private message link" so you can share prior messages with the user using a direct link that they can open in private messages. Your feedback in action!
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Hi-diddly-ho Modorinos!
We’re excited to share a few more modmail improvements (and some cleanup) coming your way today. Here they are:
The new advanced search module
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The future of legacy modmail
Four years ago (yep you read that right) we launched “beta” modmail and it featured a number of substantial improvements over legacy modmail:
Along the way, we’ve made a series of enhancements too:
We’re well past “beta” and “new”’ at this point and when you look at the feature set side by side, “new” modmail has notable improvements compared to legacy modmail. So if you’re still holding out, why hasn’t your subreddit upgraded from legacy modmail yet? What specific features in legacy modmail are you holding out for? I’ll be hanging out in the comments for an hour so let’s chat.
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2020.08.26 10:41 boimakalat ZF's Trading for Rookies vs Trading Lounge PH's Tabula Rasa

I'm not sure if this has been discussed but aside from sharing my thoughts and review between the two, I'd like to know the community's thoughts about the two as well. Perhaps these are the most well known free trading lessons in the Philippine cyberverse right now. Both are pretty much accessible in Facebook where I am a member of both groups.
When the quarrantine started and during the time when I was completely bored, I decided to study trading to make my life more 'productive'. And I will admit, I was lured because of the potential of how trading can be a way to escape the corporate rat race. I will format my commentary and review in three parts: Pros, Cons, my thoughts.
Note: I have a slight bias toward Tabula Rasa/Trading Lounge PH but this has more cons than what I wrote and other things I want to say. Will update as I remember those.
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Please let me know your thought and roast me as you wish. But this is my experience with both the two groups.
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2020.08.24 13:01 ViaCreepy I Work as a Guard on a Graveyard

Now, if you’ve read the title, then you’re probably wondering “why would a graveyard need a guard”? The easy answer would probably be; to keep the graves safe from vandalism? At least that’s what my employees tell the city. It’s an easy lie to believe to be honest.
The graveyard itself is the largest in the area and it’s divided into a modern and a historical part. Down the hill in the lower part, people are still being laid to rest. The graves are new and look quite beautiful if you ask me. We never really stuck to the whole linear idea of aligning graves next to each other, which might make it all look a little random at times, but it does give the place a better possibility of growing flowers and trees between and above the graves. It looks more like a growing forest with graves in between, than a carefully crafted place of mourning.
The upper part is historical. The oldest grave we have is from 1805, but we can’t be absolutely sure, since some of the others have lost their headstones by now or the numbers and names are so washed out, that you can only guess how old they possibly are. Most of them however are from the 19th and 20th century. The most impressive ones are possibly the huge family crypts, which look like small houses above the ground. The saddest ones are possibly the mass graves for soldiers from both world wars, as well as the Napoleon wars.
The whole graveyard itself is huge. And by huge, I mean around 200K square meters.
A lot of ground to cover.
A guy named Joshua had the lower part, while I had the upper part. We walked our rounds almost every night. I only took days off when uni demanded too much of my attention or my family demanded my presence during other jobs.
You see… I didn’t pick this job because I was particularly drawn to walking around in the dark with a flashlight. (Well, that too.) It’s more like… my family is traditionally involved in topics like this. Graveyards. Occult stuff.
I’m the first one to actually go to uni additionally and make something of my life. I’m studying psychology. I’m going to earn money which is not inherited from whichever wild traditions my parents and grandparents are clinging onto and which they’re so desperately trying to pull me into.
But I’m also not going to stop doing this here. Because this is what I’m good at. Watching over the dead. Walking among graves which are falling apart at the seams, dusting leaves off stones which are cracked apart by growing trees, reading and memorising names and dates which are fading away with every passing winter.
I think there is something incredibly beautiful about graveyards. Especially old ones. And I’m not particularly speaking about the aesthetic. I mean the atmosphere. There is always a feeling of peace in the air. As if someone is standing right behind you, appreciating that you’re taking an interest in what their name used to be, even though their headstone might be falling apart.

A few nights ago, it was one of the warmer nights. While I appreciate being able to walk around without a jacket and all, it usually means that a lot more people will try to enter the graveyard past sundown. While the modern part is open to the public basically 24/7, the historical part closes off after 10pm. It is however not divided by any sort of fence, which is why I usually have to walk the line between the two parts more frequently in the hours between 10pm-1am, sending teens back down the hill again or telling older folks that they’ll have to take one of the lower exits again instead of walking through the upper parts.
Some get rude, but usually they do what I say pretty quickly.
I’m a 1.80m goth at night on a graveyard with actual credentials to be there… They don’t usually want to pick a fight over something so incredibly petty. And let’s just say… this graveyard has a reputation. My family may be the only occult one in the area, but we’re certainly not the only ones who know what can happen here.
Locals have accepted it. Some say it’s just our minds playing tricks because the graveyard looks like from a horror film at night. Some say there is definitely something supernatural going on, but it doesn’t affect them, so why would they care. And some just don’t enter the grounds past nightfall.
Outsiders however…
A few years ago, there was some medium coming here with a TV crew following her and all that. The lady walked across the graveyard by day and told stories I’ve never heard of, even though I grew up here and I’ve been studying the histories of those graves all my life. Then she came back by night, touched one of the crypts and completely lost it basically on live TV. She was a crying mess by the end of the show and as far as I know, was admitted to the hospital for hysteria, but thankfully got to leave the next day again.
But anyways, I was talking about the night a few days ago.
Like I mentioned, it was warm, I had left my jacket at home and was carrying a water bottle with me. Bottle in one hand, flashlight in the other. I had been over 37 degrees Celsius that day and even though it was past midnight, it still wasn’t colder than maybe 28C?
I don’t like heat. I especially don’t like heat at night.
The birds were quiet, but the sounds of crickets was filling the air so loudly, I was considering to put headphones in and drown them out with music.
Joshua had said goodbye at the gate and I had given him a quick wave, before heading onto my usual path, where I was sitting on one of the benches now. Past 1am was usually the time when I took my first break and just sat down, took in the atmosphere around me and ate a sandwich or something similar.
That particular day, I was sitting next to the grave of Agnes Merx. Born 1843, died January 1905. She had been buried with her husband and four children, although the grave itself looked rather small to fit six coffins inside. Maybe some were urns…
It didn’t really matter. I drank my water and ate my sandwich, listening to the wind rattle through the trees above me. Down the hill, I could occasionally see Joshua’s flashlight, but most of the time it was obscured from me by all the trees and family crypts.

Nothing felt out of the ordinary. I probably should have noticed things sooner, but I didn’t. Which is why I take all the blame.
I left Agnes and her family be after about half an hour of rest and instead decided to make my way towards the area with the large family crypts. You see, a lot families are buried together. Either in the same grave, or at least in graves next to each other. And if you’re wealthy enough, you can actually pay for one of those fancier crypts, where you have a doorway leading down into an underground room where all the coffins can be placed behind stone in the wall. Now… the ones we have in this particular area, are on a whole another level. They look like small houses. The bigger ones of them are definitely larger than my student flat is. They have statues, they have carvings, they look like they were built in Roman times with their columns and all that. I guess some people just can’t stop showing the world exactly how much money they have. Even after death.
I mean, go off, I guess?
I do have to say though, I like this area the most. It’s not as fundamentally packed with sadness like the war areas are, and not as loaded with calm familiarity like the “usual” old graves which take up the rest of the space.
They’re just so over the top that I never did manage to build up an emotional connection to any of the names written here, which makes it a lot more entertaining to look at them.

I think it was around 2:30am when I started to feel weird.
Weird in the sense of, something was off and I knew it, but I couldn’t quite place my finger onto it yet. I shut my flashlight off and started looking around, carefully turning on the spot I was standing. The sound of the crickets had stopped almost completely, or at least it had quieted down so much, that I could only faintly hear it in the distance. A cool breeze was blowing and I suddenly wished I had brought my jacket after all.
I wasn’t panicking or anything like that. I calmly waited for whatever wanted to emerge right now, whatever wanted to be seen, be heard.
Ghosts aren’t fundamentally evil.
They are born from many things. Sadness which isn’t letting them go. Passion which acts like an anchor. Anger which keeps them from moving on. And so on… Strong emotions of any kind can produce a ghost and in the most cases, they just wanted to be seen, to be heard, have a shoulder to cry on perhaps, have someone who tells them it’s alright to move on, that everyone is safe.
Ghosts in the war area of the graveyard were usually born from panic. From an amount of fear we living will never be able to understand. I have spent many nights calming them down, telling them how the war ended. I’ve researched hundreds of names so far, in order to find relatives and family histories, so I can tell them what happened to their loved ones after they themselves were gone.
If the stories weren’t pretty, I claimed to be unable to find them.

But I wasn’t near the war graves now. I was standing between the tall family crypts, where ghosts were usually born from passion or sadness. And yet, I still felt a bone-deep panic seek into me. As if I was being watched. As if someone wanted to jump out from where they had been hiding and drive a knife through my ribs.
I turned again, the gravel crunched below my feet and I stopped moving self-conscious. It’s not like ghosts can’t sense you, but they don’t have a supernatural way of tracking you either. It’s more of a feeling, I think.
“Let me help you,” A voice whispered and I whirled around, my breathing picking up when I saw the dark, barely visible figure of a young man standing mere meters away from me.
He didn’t move, and neither did I. No need to provoke each other, I guess?
Ghosts don’t glow in the dark.
No matter what TV shows and cartoons are trying to tell you, they don’t glow blue or white. They also don’t look like normal, physically present people either. They’re just like shadows… figments of what they once were.
As if you turned town the opacity of the main layer in an art program and stripped them of most of the other layers as well.
Ghosts look incredibly empty to me.
“Let me help you,” He repeated and I tapped my fingers against my leg in an attempt to sooth my anxiety. I’d done this a hundred times over before. Meet a ghost, talk to them, convince them to lay themselves back to rest. And if that didn’t work, I had my family’s symbols and objects.
But this here felt different.
Someone with this amount of panic seeming out of them should have manifested many times over before. I wouldn’t be able to count how many times I’ve walked down this way in the past and I had never met him.
And someone born from an emotion so strong I could feel it in the pressure around myself would definitely have shown up in the past. It was always the same people. The same lovers showing up, looking for their missing partner. The same soldiers showing up, living through the worst fear and pain of their too short lives. The same victims showing up, looking for justice against their murderer or killer. The same children showing up, crying out for their parents who in their eyes left them.
“Let me help you.” The voice was urgent.
“Who are you?” I asked carefully, taking a step closer. The young man didn’t move away, but his eyes seemed to dart across the graveyard, and I could see the panic in them despite their emptiness.
“Let me help you,” He said again, quieter than before and I stopped walking, turning my attention towards my surroundings instead.
The cold breeze had picked up and it felt like a fresh wave of panic rolling over me every time the wind tussled my hair.
And then I saw a shadow moving through the headstones far down the hill. On the opposite side from where Joshua’s flashlight was currently flickering.
I nodded towards the young man. “Okay. How do you want to help me?”
He didn’t answer, but instead turned around and started walking down the path, further towards the crypts. For a moment, I hesitated, then I followed.
I kept glancing down the hill, but the shadow was gone or at least I couldn’t make it out anymore. The young man stopped in front of one of the family crypts, looking back towards me, before smoothly sliding through the grids of the lattice gate.
With one last glance over my shoulder, I looked up at the name above the door; Vervloet family.
I skipped through the keys on my belt, my fingers shaking from the panic which was still rolling through my body in waves. It might sound like an absolute batshit idea to follow a ghost into a crypt, but I had my protections and the young man seemed to radiate absolute no malicious intent. Only fear.
Fear of whatever shadow had moved between the headstones.
I unlocked the gate and as quietly as I could, I pulled it open far enough for myself to slip inside. It creaked with every movement.
“Shhh,” The young man stood right behind me, a finger laid against his lips and I stopped moving for a moment, before very carefully pulling the gate closed, deciding against locking it. Then he gestured down the stairs and disappeared below the ground.
I hesitated, not daring to turn my flashlight on, then I slowly started to follow him, taking every step with utmost care to avoid slipping and falling. I’ve been down in crypts before. Usually if I had to search for the origin of a voice or emotion, but never in this particular one and never while following a ghost down without my flashlight.
The moon provided enough light to see once I had reached the bottom, but before that, my own shadow had obscured any kind of light it could have sent to aid me in my descent.
The young man stood at the opposite wall from me and I swallowed, then slowly moved to the side. Moonlight was streaming down now, illuminating the originally white stone of the floor and walls. It was covered in dust and cracks, barely cared for in at least 10-20 years.
“What do you want?” I asked again, my voice echoing slightly in the chamber and immediately, his finger rushed up to his lips again and he shushed me.
I stayed quiet and waited. For him to speak. For him to move. For someone else to appear. For the feeling of panic to disappear. I wasn’t actually sure for what exactly I was waiting, but surely not for what came.
When the first gunshot rang across the graveyard, I let go of my keys and pressed my hands above my ears. I could barely hear Joshua’s scream before the second shot cut him off and I crouched down into a kneeling position, keeping my back against the wall and my hands above my ears.
I stared at the ground. Not sure for how long, but when nothing else followed, I carefully lifted my hands from my head and looked up. The young man was crouching right in front of me, his panic washing over me, combining with my own, while his finger was still tightly pressed against his lips. I nodded.
Minutes passed in absolute silence. I had even slowed my breathing down so much that I myself could barely hear it.
Then I heard gravel crunching below boots and my eyes widened. The steps were slow. Quiet. Calculating. Searching.
My panic rose and I had to press a hand in front of my mouth and nose to keep my breathing under control, and suddenly there was a cold touch on my shoulder. I flinched, but when I blinked and looked up, the young ghost had placed a shadowy hand onto my shoulder, his eyes almost drilling into mine. I couldn’t look away.
Then I heard the footsteps passing the crypt.
Passing. They didn’t stop. They kept going. And going. Until I couldn’t hear them anymore. I let out a deep breath.
I didn’t leave my position or moved until I could hear the police sirens outside. Considering they were searching for an active shooter who could possibly still be in the area, I decided against leaving my hiding spot and just walking up to them. Instead, once I heard them making their rounds, I started to flash my light up the stairs and called for their help, stating my name and job.
I’m pretty sure I’m suspect number one right now, but considering that they weren’t able to find a weapon or any other physical evidence on me, they had to let me go for now. I haven’t been back to my job yet. My doors and windows are locked at any time, I keep looking over my shoulder.

Something tells me whoever did this, didn’t want Joshua, but me. And whoever helped me, somehow knew. Maybe I should have quit the job as soon as this happened, but I didn’t. And I don’t think I will. I need to know more and I don’t think the police can actually help me here as much as they’d perhaps like to.
Maybe you’ll hear from me again once I know more.

Part 2
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2020.08.23 15:09 SunniValley Im bored so I thought I will share my game storyline and make it seem if they were added to a my time portia I guess (OCs)

Minseo Choi Hair Color: Black Blue Eye Color: Brown Age: 24 Occupation: Builder Relationship: Married to Xu Friends: Sonia, Emily, Remington, and Gust Backstory: The second eldest daughter of 4 living in Kamosino (made up world) having the richest family has consequences, being hated, Minseo took the power of having money to the head making her rude, ignorant, and selfish making her the second hardest person to befriend.
Minho Choi Hair Color: Black Blue Eye Color: Grey Age: 19 Occupation: The Flying Pigs member (shhh) Relationship: Dating Arlo Friends: Phyllis, Komaru, Insuke, and Zara Backstory: None yet (this post will get updates as I play my time at portia more and more)
Minji Choi Hair Color: Black Blue Eye Color: Grey Age: 18 Occupation: The Flying Pigs Leader (shhh) Part Time Idol and a Blacksmith Relationship: Seeing Mint Friends: Sam, Ginger, Komaru, and Insuke Backstory: None yet (this post will get updates as I play my time at portia more and more)
Major Plot: The mother of the 3 sent them to Portia to possibly find their brother aka the first born child but Minseo, Minho, and Minji had some distractions
MORE TO BE ADDED SOON!!
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2020.08.21 12:01 alwysthethrowwaygirl I've met my best friend and soul mate... And... he's married!

First off this is of course a throwRA but already made the account before realizing I should have put it in the username. Second, I didn't know if I was going to post but been watching hrs upon hrs of RSLASH YouTube videos and I'm at my wit's end so why the hell not. Third, please save all the homewrecker comments because yes... I know!
I'm going to try to explain this in the shortest why possible. So, Tom (40M,not his real name), and I (38F) have known each other for almost 20 yrs and we have been in and out of touch the whole time. Starting with me at about 18 with a secret crush on him and wondering around his place of work and hoping to bump into him where he was a plain clothed Loss Prevention Associate. We would always walk around and talk to each other. Nothing much more ever come of it at the time. I moved a few towns away we lost touch. Eventually, life went on, Tom had gotten married had two girls and I got knocked up at 20. Ok, that sounds bad, for clarification I was with my baby daddy (BD) for 13 yrs after.
About 10yrs ago I moved back home into my mother's with the BD and our son and I started working at the gamestore. And unknowingly as the fates would have it our paths cross again. Tom was really good friends with the a couple of the guys that worked out there and was usually there to buy crap and hang out with them quite often. At first I wasn't even sure if he remembered me and even though i was secretly tickled he was there so much, it didn't really matter because he was married and I might as well have been. But over a matter of 5 yrs time span while I worked there we became really good friends. I would probably hear from him on facebook once or twice a week towards the end of the 5yrs mainly to check on me asking how things were going, because at the time I was working 2 jobs and he kept missing me when he would go into the gamestore. Also, because he knew things had been getting really bad between the BD and I (the BD had an ever increasing drug problem).
Eventually, after finding out the BD had cheated on me with a friend I had enough and kicked him to the curb. The BD made my life a living hell for the longest time. Turning our son against me (who is at the time 13). Tom was there for me through a lot of that letting me cry about it for hours to him. I ended up going into a deep depression and shut a lot of people in my life out and kept myself locked up in my room only coming out to go to work. The BD stress and the stress of 2 jobs started to take it's toll. I ended up quitting the game store and again losing touch with Tom for about 2 yrs. Then a little over 3 yrs ago we ran into each other again and started messaging. Things had started looking up, the BD drama had pretty much ended, my son realized what his father was and had decided to come live with me and I had been dating Bob (who at first I thought was a good guy, becomes relivant later) for about a yr. Then of course my world starts to crumble. My car breaks down completely dead no fixing it and I can feel myself start to spiral again. Bob was absolutely no help with this. He couldn't even help get me back and forth to work since he lived about 45 min away. The most I was getting out of him was "I'm sorry baby, I know it sucks." I had to have my brother cosign on a loan that ended up being a very small loan since I had no credit and could only afford a small payment. After posting an "I give up" post on FB I get a message from Tom asking me what was going on. I filled him in and he told me about a car his neighbor had for sale. Tom talked to him and even got him to come down on the price and help me helped me make sure I was able to get everything else taken care of. After that we started playing Xbox together with friends. Then it ended up us just playing together, then eventually it was us playing together every night and talking for hours. During this time my relationship with Bob was breaking down. I was constantly fighting with him because it was like pulling teeth to get him to come up and spend time with me. I didn't realize it at the time but he had slowly become mental and emotionally abusive... But that's a whole different Reddit post all on it's own.
During this time Tom had started dropping by work to talk (I was there alone most of the time). He'd bring me food and Monsters and just pretty much anything for an excuse to stop by. Things ended up progressing and we ended up spending time together after work. After about month he drops a bomb on me. One night on Xbox (may not be word for word)
Tom : "Kara, (not my name) I've got to tell you something. I don't want you to say anything while I tell you, I just want you to listen. And it's crazy and you may never want to speak to me again after I tell you this but .... I love you!!"
Me: " but.....What?!...
Tom: "No, shhh... Listen. I love you, from the moment I first spoke to you, I was in love with you. But always thought you deserved better than me so I never said anything. I know now is the worst time to tell you because of our situations. But I couldn't go on anymore with out telling you. And I don't except you to say anything back. I don't want you to. I just want to know how I feel."
Me: .... ..... .....
Tom: Kara? Are you still there? ....Yoooou ok?
Me:. ... Yeah ... I.... I ...just... Idk ... I'm speechless... That wasn't at all what I was expecting you to say.
And then thing snowballed from there... we ended up crossing that line... And continue to cross that line. For going on 3 yrs now, with the most mind blowing and passionate sex (sorry RSLASH, passionate hugging) I've ever experienced. A while after he told me he loved me... I told him I loved him too. I have thought people love me before but with him it's different. He could have never said the words to me and I could just feel it by the way he looks at me. I can feel it by how he holds me and even talks to me. I have never felt that from someone before.
Bob and I continued on for a while longer. But the more I became detached from him the more I realized (through some internet articles and research) that Bob is quite possibly a narcissistic sociopath. I broke up with Bob over a year ago, and to this very day I'm having to ignore phone calls and text from random numbers. It's gotten to the point he's bordering on harassment/stalking.
But now after a year of being alone I guess you could say, not having Bob as a distraction/stand in. And with me taking a new job, with new hours, messing up a lot of Tom and I's quality time together and oh can't forget damn Rona. It's getting hard and spend a lot of nights in bed alone, crying and missing Tom. I know I need to have the talk with him, but I almost don't want to. I'm afraid to ruin what we do have.
We did talk about him leaving his wife when things first started to get serious. He said he's going to leave her he just doesn't know when that he can't promise me a time frame or date. They have talked and agreed that they are only together for the girls. And there in kinda lies not the problem per se but the wrench in the proverbial plan. The girls, those two little wonderful girls are his world. And I believe "she" would be vindictive enough to do everything she could to take them away from him. Even though her mother would be the one to raise them if she did. Tom does everything gets them ready for school every morning takes them too and picks them up from school. Cooks, cleans, makes sure thier homework is done.... Everything!! the most she does is works and come home. Oh yeah, and he easily works a 50 hr week and usually on call on the weekend on top of all of that.
But those wonderful girls are the reason I'm not pushing and why I don't want to have the conversation. I can't make him choose between me and his babies.😞
I'm just struck between a rock and a hard place. I love him so much more than I could ever put into words and I know he loves me I can feel it every time he looks at me. And I can't imagine living my life with out him in it. But with all my anxiety and depression I swear I feel like that stupid cliche little girl that sits alone waiting for that cliche guy too love her enough to leave his wife for her and it's killing me.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO? HELP! PLEASE 😞😢😭
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2020.08.19 20:29 Yung_LalaKey Avatar Next Generation Benders, Personal Fan Fiction

The Setting
Time: Futuristic world of the avatar. Several generations after Korra's death. Year 3000 equivalent.
Location: "Spiritus City" futurized city
Located right off of the coast of the Si Wong Desert on the East coast. In between the eastern air temple and the foggy swamp.
Spiritus City, major part of the earth kingdom but seen also as an influential seat in the united republic of nations on the west coast, it is the 2nd largest integrated city in the world next to new republic city. It is a thriving city filled with different terrain: Mostly desert sands, strong winds, and high heat from the si wong desert, but the city is separated from the dessert by a wide mountain range. And is significantly cooled down by breezes from beautiful ocean right off of the coast. The mix of the high winds and waves are perfect for competitive waterbending sports; such as a popular surfing variant called "x". Also nearby are nice lushes forests just outside the city towards the swampland which is located just miles away. Spiritus City is a bustling hub of cultural diversity and progress, but is also a great place for vacation to enjoy various activities or to just soak in the great climate.
Years after the death of avatar Korra the world has made many advancements. New republic city is no longer the only integrated bender city but just one of many in every nation of the world. But nations and benders still carry certain character traits from long instilled traditions depending on cultural heritage.
Including variants such as swamp benders(hicks compared to eurocentric northern water tribe, and [the newer, but still very accomplished, especially athletic] southern water tribe), sand benders (discriminated working class [one stereo type is they have difficulty metal bending and the newer magnet bending] and they have different customs and culture than most earth benders), and the sun warriors(Polynesian-mesoamerican firebenders). But also new cultures of mixed bender households.
The Characters
Note: Book one the young avatars will be in their adolescent ages 13-14 throughout this book perfecting their earthbending in its different forms and their own unique styles. Time period of 2-3 years
Team Avatar I
Tadara(to pray or be humble in Arabic) 13
Brown hair with a golden yellow hue in his eyes clearly sandbender decent as seen in his brown skin and hair, but has the flare of a fire bender in his eyes.
He is of sandbendesunwarrior heritage. He and his family are relatively new to the city, but he is one of the top scholars who is depending on his intelligence to get a further education and improve his family's life style. Kind of a loner he has acquaintances but not many real friends. He mostly just has followers of his online blog. He has a crush on one girl that is friends with other avatar, because they share several interests such as “TyMei" martial arts training and both are aspiring engineers, but she is too popular or too high class for him to think to pursue. He is born and raised in a ghetto, but doesn't fit in and works really hard in his self expression through blogging, practicing his artistic expression at school, and working on fixing tech from a young age to be up to date and innovative.
His earthbending style is more precise focusing on the smaller mechanisms like grains of sand or the precision of smaller working metal and magnets within technology, and keeps his emotions in check to repress his destructive lava bending abilities.
His very few friends are diverse individuals not very popular but have intelligence and artistic talent.
Tawk 14 (flunked a year in the past)
A swamp bender country boy with a strong accent who is proud of his water bender heritage of the swamps and its history and expresses the importance and pride of the assistance of his people in the hundred year war against the fire nation, and expresses it openly and ignorantly. Says stupid things sometimes, but is very politically aware, strongly opinionated and is a talented plant bender and an aspiring actor.
Gets bullied by other benders, and he starts to hold resentment that develops into something dark. Then when he grows up to have influence and esteem as a famous actopolitician. He could be mistaken for a waterbender who thrives and has money and power, but really comes from a poor yet proud family that has "Swamp Courtesy." (Midwest values)
Yin-yue (music in chinese) that no one can seem to pronounce correctly so she goes by Yi. 12(advanced one year previously)
An airbender hippie raver from the northern air temple who has a strange accent. She always looks high and sounds high. Very whimsical and happy go lucky. One with the world and what not. She looks like she could be a descendent of the traveling band. She wears flower crowns and accessories all the time. And has long flowing brown locks and sky blue pupils. A talented musician she uses airbending in new innovative ways to become a whole orchestra by herself. Thrives because she is a genius, but doesn't put enough work into anything and doesn't work very well with others or being limited by the system. Free Spirit.
Grows up to become famous musician. Maybe has extremely conservative parents that push her to be reserved and religious. They are airbender akalites who own a music shop. Later on in the series, she does something to get kicked out of home and is one of many homeless teenagers.
Avatar Team II
These three have been going to school together since grade school and have always gotten along. They were brought together from same social circles and sports activities. They know each other through and through, know each others families, and thought process so they can communicate without words even amongst other people.
Jin Nan(hard, difficult in Chinese)13
Black hair, pale complexion, and bright green eyes. He looks like he could be of bei fong decent but is of no relation.
Growing up in a middle class comfort but still has single working class mother, who is very proud and encouraging of his achievements, but is also constantly pressing him to be conscious of how he carries himself. By day he is a very popular jock who thrives by exploiting his talents and gets by through passing his studies on his wit and mostly his charm. At night he rebels from society by getting into trouble staying out late tagging and hanging out with hoodlums.
He is a lazy, stubborn, hard headed individual but values his friends and family greatly underneath his cool guy facade.
Like metal his earth bending is very big and shiny, but unlike metal it is not very refined. He showboats a lot to show off his bending prowess. Also integrates his bending into his skating, using metal bending and magnet bending to skate on pipe lines on edges of roofs, up walls, and everywhere else.
Gets tatted up in teenage years. Maybe joins a gang.
Koa (Hawaiian for brave) 13
Mostly looks and dresses like a southern water bender. But he is a man with the build of a earthbender samoan, dark black hair of a fire bender, brown skin and the blue eyes of a water tribesmen or white eyes of an airbender. Good at all probending sports especially the most popular sport in the globe (a polo/rugby variant) called "Benderball". He is a very talented water bender, is very popular jock and acts foolish in front of others but has a good heart and gentle soul with very strong family values because of several siblings and diverse family. His family the epitome of a modern integrated family in Spiritus City being of a mix of a water bender and earthbender and having uncles and aunts who are of several different bending decent, fire nation, earth kingdom, air nomads, and water tribe. Most of his relatives are of Southern water tribe decent, but all of his other relatives and offspring of mixed bending roots are not discriminated against in the family because they are all held together by strong family values. He also volunteers as a youth coach for youth sports.
His waterbender heritage can be seen in his appearance at first glance and through his go with the flow easygoing spirit, but all of these racial traits don't matter to him when playing sports, and he is acknowledged and praised as a leader of men and is captain of his sports teams.
Deals with stereotypes and people talking about different racial slurs and how he partakes and personally feels about them. Becomes a pro athlete/ social activist. Maybe gets airbender tattoos eventually
Jura (arabic for grit or courage) non bending girl(sand bending heritage)12
Born and raised 2nd generation or later sandbender heritage, Spiritus citizen. Good at martial arts(TyMei) [which combines chi blocking, ufc mixed martial arts fighting, and innovatively using your surrounding as weapons to attack], bending/non-bending gymnastics is her forte and uses modern bending tools to display forms of fire,lightning,metal bending, and water bending into her gymnastics flawlessly. She also is good at hacking computer systems and is knowledgeable in the mechanics of vehicles. Overachiever, popular, "it" girl with attitude, active in several clubs, and her class representative all 4 years of high school. Poised, kind to most, disciplined, entitled to her opinion, badass. This girl can put the boys in their place with her glare because she has had history of assaulting benders with her master chi blocking ever since early adolescence, which has traumatized her close guy friends. Attends same cultural religious services and goes to same martial arts training as other avatar, Tadara. They have the same cultural heritage but different backgrounds.
Maybe has father in the military.
Pilot
Book 1 Substance(Earth)
First season will elaborate on Spiritus City inner struggles with educating the next gen of benders the "hidden" war to find a treasure in the spirit world and the different interests from all over the world involved, and also integrating newest technologies across the globe. Open up episodes for character introductions and character analysis. The characters not learning that they are avatar until the end of the first book.
The opening scene is of a battle between the last avatar of chaos and the last avatar of order. But not korra to show much time has passed. Each avatar containing the spirit of vaatu and the spirit of raava in a new spirit realm that is severely distorted.
Rava (form of old bearded white man in water tribe formal garb): You cannot release this power. It will destroy the world.
Vaatu(form of young woman in water tribe warrior garb): That is not for you to decide Rava.
Clash!
The avatars both parrish at the same time.
Then the next generation is born. Cuts to a baby crying being born on transportation going from the desert sands going into Spiritus city and simotaniously another baby crying at the same time in a hospital to a single mother within Spiritus City.
Another cut to several years later a sandbender boy named Tadara (arabic. to pray or be humble) awakens bright and early to do his stretches on the rooftop, practicing his sandbender yoga forms to the rising of the sun. As he changes forms sand flies elegantly around him. As he breathes and moves there are several meditation hums, which ends with a bow and the sand returning to the floor, and then he goes downstairs to get to work in his father's repair shop before school. Using magnet bending to fix large parts of refrigerators and washing machines, but his specialty is in cellphones and other tech with very small parts. He carefully and easily puts things together and in place smoothly and precisely to fix the inner mechanics or more commonly to just switch out a phone screen and deal with unruly customers, and then afterwards rushes to school to get there early. As he walks, he picks up his only 2 friends on the way.
Hailing from the ghettos of West Spiritus a bustling hub of foreigners and poorer class citizens. Mixed ethnicities mostly Sand people, but also many other foreigners. Tadara walks with his friends Tawk and Yin-Yue. They see people get arrested, people getting jumped and mugged and pass lots of local stores before getting into school.
Bell rings.
Cuts back to another boy waking up super late, hair messy. This boy is Jin Nan. He dresses quickly and then skates to school. Uses earthbending, metal bending, and magnet bending to take shortcuts up sewer drains, over rooftops, and to form several adobe ramps to make it in time for the last bell. Which turns out to be the lunch bell. Confident that he made it to lunch break he hangs amongst the popular kids in the quad. He sits beside his best friends.
As Jin sits nashalauntly on the table, he gives a secret handshake to Koa and his other jock friends. Jura sitting close by amongst several girls rolls her eyes and faces towards him.
Jura: Jin Nan! You are late..again! When are you going to get it through that Metal Skull of yours? If you don't pass the next World History test you won't be able to play in the last few games of Benderball this season. And if you think I'm going to just let you cheat off of me, you better think again.
Jin: You know you're a bummer Jura, why don't you go dance your way off the nearest building.
*her glare sharpens sending chills down Jin’s spine and he straightens up his posture
*he makes an apologetic face
Jin: I'm just kidding around Jura. I've just been so wiped out from putting in work during probending practice everyday that it makes it impossible to wake up on time.
Jura: Don't give me that RhinoHog dung Jin. I am a part of the school's gymnastics team, mechanics club, coding program, PolyNation organization, have been class representative 2 years in a row, and go to “TyMai" training daily and I still manage to get here on time.
Jin: That's not fair you've always been extra in everything to compensate for your inability to bend.
Group of teens: ooooo
Jura: Ha! What are we in the 18th century? Little boy nonbenders have been thriving for several generations, thank you very much. If you showed up for class you probably would know these things. And if you're looking for a fight, I can take you and any other bender on all by myself.
Everyone: Oooo *uproar
Jura: Don't think that I don't know where you've been hanging out late at night. Don't make me tell your mother.
Jin: *sinks from up top the table into the floor and under the table
Whispers..."sorry" Jura:what was that i didn't quite hear you?! Jin: I'm Sorry. *Smiling up at her. Jura smirks back and then gets up and walks away with several girls following.
Koa comes over and puts his arm on Jin Jin:Damn Jura always "zapping" me in front of everyone.. Koa: You know she only tells you because she cares, and she knows that if she didn't do it so loudly that you wouldn't listen.
Girls walk passed and Jin's eyes follow.
Jin: What were you saying Koa?! I wasn't listening. Give me a sec while i restore my "flow".(benderpun)dignity/pride/swag
Slides off following the girls. Koa: Nevermind…
Bell Rings and at lunch time the other 3 friends sit with other misfits. In another school on a bench under a tree.
A group of thug looking teenagers who look 3 or 4 years older than everyone else approach the group, and everyone puts their head down except Tadara who doesnt pay them any mind and continues eating.
They start picking on random kids. And everyone keeps minding their own business like it was normal.
But then they come over to Tawk who is carrying around a plant with a sprouting bud in a pot and they drop it on the floor and yell racial slurs at him.
Tawk starts tearing up but he doesn't say anything or cry. He just stares at the broken pot and they start laughing.
Tadara gets up and tells them to pick it up.
The bullies keep laughing
And then the biggest bully says “or what?!”
As they mad dog each other everyone else just stares and smiles.
The dirt starts shaking.
Dirt from the plant turns into a rockfist and knocks the bully in the jaw and sends him flying.
His friends rush at Tadara and he dodges most of their shots. He continues to throw the dirt and metal around him to hit all of the goons. Tawk uses the water in a nearby fountain to help and also nearby tree branches but he takes more hits then he deals out.
Yi sits a few feet away with her earbuds on not aware of the fight.
The big bully gets up enraged and throws lightning bolt straight at Tadara and he flies over to Yi, unplugging her music.
She sees the fight and screams "WTF!" blowing everyone else in the general vicinity away. Clearing the way for security and administration to storm in and stop the fight by lightly bending the kids into submission.
Cuts to everyone sitting quietly in the administration office.
Bully talks to Tadara and they come to terms and bully has respect for Tadara.
Whistle blows.
Jin and Koa are in Benderball practice running drills with their coach.
Koa and Jin's playing are always in sync and they greatly outshine all the other players. But in this opening scene Koa will not be shown.
Jin’s athletic skills will be highlighted in the first scene and the rules of Benderball explained. After the rules are explained, Jin is seen being passed the ball and racing down the field. Juking all the players using his bending flawlessly and perfectly anticipating his opponents moves. It all looks very slick, but he constantly unnecessarily showboats and plays as if he is on the field solo and after he scores he practices his victory dance. The sound of a whistle blows and a stubby man with a beard calls the team to come in and the coach critiques the team, and then singles out Jin for showboating and not working with his teammates.
Jin shrugs it off and then makes up some excuse for being better than everyone else and his teammates all glare at him and Koa just puts his head in his hands and shakes his head.
After practice the jocks talk to Jin, telling him not to show off anymore or else. 3or4 of them leading the fight but a few more following Jin says something smug and they all get heated start flaring fire, forming water, and pulling off the metal lockers. And almost get into a fight when Koa comes walking out of the shower shocked at the situation and immediately floods the water from the shower into the locker room. In the background a girlish scream can be heard from the showers. Koa bends the water into the locker room to freeze all the athletes before they fight. He tells them to cut it out and deal with this outside of school where they won't jeopardize the team.
Koa melts the water and everyone backs away. Koa scolds Jin and Jin just shrugs his shoulders as if he didnt know why those guys were upset at him.
Cuts to Tadara and friends walk home.
Tawk: I don't want to go home just yet guys the principal called my mom and I already know that she's going to bend out all of her strongest vines and whip my butt.
Tadara: My parents won't even understand what they're talking about so I'll be fine.
Yi: Well technically I didn't get in any trouble cuz i didn't start the fight. They even praised me for stopping the situation so abruptly.
The trio up head to a mountain side with a view.
Tawk: I hate those guys. Just cuz his brother is a (bender equivalent of gangster)
Tadara: Don't let it phase you Tawk, they're just a bunch of low life's. In a few years just wait, we're going to be out of this place and they're going to walking my tigerdillo hahaha
*All laugh
Cut back to Jin and Koa laughing after practice as they wait for Jura and they walk together. Jin slowly skates circles around them as they head home.
All of a sudden flying vehicles (bikes/boards) shine their lights and descend in front and behind of the trio and a band of jocks surround the friends. And they stand back to back in a defensive stance.
Jura: Jin what did you do now? Jin: Why do you assume this is my fault? Koa: Because it is... Jin:shhh
Jock1: You always think your hot stuff don't you Jin. Jock2: We should teach him a lesson. Let's rough him up a little to show him that he's not the only athletic guy on the team. Jin: Well we all play Benderball, so that literally defines all of us as athletic. Jock3: Yeah, but you're always the one hogging the ball and taking all the shots. Making the rest of us look bad! Jin: If you guys could make a decent shot, I'd give it to you, but I just don't think you can. Koa: Come on guys does it really have to come to this.
Jock1: You're a cool guy Koa, but we're sick of you always sticking up for this guy. You can't keep on making excuses for this "ProbiscusPeacock/Diamond Player"(bender slang for show off change later) Jin: It's not showing off it's skill. (He says this with a smug look and eyes closed)
Several jocks throw elements at the trio and Jura and Koa evade quickly.
A burst of fire almost hits Jin, but Jura sweeps his legs quickly enough for him to evade the hit.
The athletes converge on the friends Combining their elements and landing a few blows on Koa and Jin. Jura however weaves her way through the crowd dancing circles around them and causing the benders to hit each other with their blows. She almost gets hit a few times and loses her footing and falls over due to earth bendeiced floor techniques.
The combined efforts of the athletes seem to be too much more for the trio.
When it looks like the team is down, Jura looks at the other two they all understand each other with a single glance and she says "Split"
They run off into different directions quickly. Koa using ice to ski off down the street. Jin magnetizing a pipe to slide up to the closest rooftop and Jura running swiftly to somersault over the closest wall.
Fighting individually they do significantly better.
Down the road Koa being chased finds himself cornered into a dead end street that is cut off by a body of water like a sewer or river.
2 benders of earth, 1 bender of fire, and 1 bender of water approach Koa.
He turns around ready to mount an defense.
The two earth benders send a wave of earth towards Koa to push him off the edge but he quickly ices the floor to sidestep the impact.
The fire and waterbender charge up a ramp made from the ground and try to send impacts toward Koa mid air. But Koa quickly rebounds the water to cancel out the fire blast creating a wave of steam. Koa quickly slides behind the assailants as they wait nervously for him to appear. All of a sudden the mist gathers to one area towards Koa. Amongst the chaos he froze the ground and then condensed the mist into a solid wave of water to push the group into the river. He then freezes the water and skates away. Koa: Sorry guys, I'll see you at school tomorrow.
Cut to Jura.
After hopping over a fence Jura leads 3 of the probenders one of air, one of water, and one of fire into a dark alley filled with debris and dumpsters and fire escapes.
Jura quickly absorbs her surroundings,finds cover, whilst grabbing miscellaneous items on the way.
The trio converge slowly and cautiously into the darkness. The fire bender lights his fists shaking as he leads the way.
A bottle is thrown and cuts his hand and simultaneously a brick hits his head rendering him unconscious.
In the flickering light Juras shadow is seen moving swiftly.
The two remaining athletes are shocked and in an act of panic send icicles and strong blows of air down the entire ally to blow away all the small items.
Air Jock: Now you have nothing to throw. We got you beat non bender(normie/other non bender discriminatory term)
Jura: “That's what you think” rings through the alley.
Jura plops down in front of the airbender from a fire escape and before a breath can be blown towards her. She spreads out her targets arms pushing outwards causing the bending blows to follow and punches the benders pressure points quickly and as the athlete falls. Jura falls into a offensive stance towards the water bender.
Jura: Do you want to give me a try?
Waterbender runs away quickly.
Jura straightens herself up and walks away.
Cut to Jin up on the rooftop
His assailants follow up the roof.
An air bender leads by blowing himself up to the roof and pulls Jin to stumble instead of getting away further.. The others catch up brought up by a platform of earth. 4 benders, one of each element approach Jin.
Jock1: this is what you deserve!
All four benders punch towards Jin.
He takes a strong horse stance closes his eyes and pulls all nearby metal to form a barricade to absorb the blow.
Skating up the barricade he flies into the air
He then gestures the metal underneath the athletes to move to cause them to fall.
Afterwards he reforms the metal scraps from the barrier to follow him and sends them flying to disable all of his assailants.
Jura: I'm really sorry guys. I don't mean to show off I just can't help myself sometimes. I'll try to do better.
Bows respectively and then skates off.
In an unknown location in the city. Maybe an abandoned building or up in a treefort made of tree vines and metal. Team avatar II converges. Jura waits patiently, followed by Jin decending from the roof, and lastly followed by Koa who skates his way into the gangs secret base.
Jura: Jin you better apologize to those imbeciles.
Kia: You don't have to tell me I just did Jura.
They glare at each other intensely.
Koa hugs both of them by the neck.
Koa: I'm glad we're all alright guys.
All three smile and laugh.
Sun sets
Tadara sits on the edge of a cliff or roof top with his friends beside him.
Jin sits the same way.
Jin: With so little worries and such great friends i sometimes wish time would just stay like this and never change.
Tadara: Sites like this make this ugly world look so beautiful, we can't be and won't be here forever guys I promise.
Panoramic scene of the sun setting over Spiritus City.
END
Alt. Addition
Jura: Alright guys i'll see you guys tomorrow I have a ton of schoolwork to do before Ty-Mai training.
Koa: Same and I gotta head home to take care of my little cousins while my aunt and uncle are working tonight
Jin: Okay I'm going to hang around for a bit and then I'll head home too. Thanks for always having my back guys.
All three separate. Cuts to Jins solo hoodlum activities.
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2020.08.19 01:54 provocatrixless AITA for clapping back a stranger?

EDIT: Stop asking to see me, it's none of your business the size of my boobs.
So the important thing is you understand the size of my boobs. I just had a baby and they have swollen to over twice their size, I was never small but they look comically large on my miniature body. Diet, hormones, surgery, photoshop, there is no earthly way someone with a tiny body like mine could have a bust this large. As they swelled up, the milk flowing in filled them out, eliminating any hint of sag or wrinkle. If a rapper said "she a freak" about me he would not be talking about sexual wildness, he would be talking about the bizarre juxtaposition of the size of my boobs and of my tiny body.

So my husband dropped me off at the doctors office kissed me on the cheek and said he'd be back. This woman kept staring at him and eventually the conversation went as follows

Her: where did you rent him, he acts so natural
me: excuse me?
Her: That man, he acts just like your husband but he's obviously not. I'm going to a themed wedding next week and I rented a date to go as Squidward with me, but I want yours.
Me: he's my husband.
Her: oh come on look at the size of you, nobody with breasts your size would marry someone that ugly
Me: he's my real life husband, they're so big on my body because I just had a baby
Her: Don't make up a ridiculous story, you are too tiny to give birth, you are half the size of the typical baby. you would explode before hitting the second trimester and what do you mean you "had" a baby what happened to it did you lose it or something
At this point I was getting pretty annoyed. I noticed her weakness was logic and evidence so I sat down and at the bottom of my lungs I whispered shhh.
Her: Well you don't have to be rude about it
I told my husband about it, and he agreed she shouldn't have pressed the issue, but that I shouldn't have escalated the situation by remaining conscious. None of my clothes fit anymore I haven't been able to put on anything but the VICTORIA'S SECRET Angelwear Lace Core Bodysuit that I sleep in like this one here (enter AITA15 for 15% off on any order over 40 dollars.) Like all females, I am ruled by my hormones.
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2020.08.18 02:35 Yung_LalaKey Avatar Next Generation Benders Pilot, personal fanfic

The Setting
Time: Futuristic world of the avatar. Several generations after Korra's death. Year 3000 equivalent.
Location: "Spiritus City" futurized city
Located right off of the coast of the Si Wong Desert on the East coast. In between the eastern air temple and the foggy swamp.
Spiritus City, major part of the earth kingdom but seen also as an influential seat in the united republic of nations on the west coast, it is the 2nd largest integrated city in the world next to new republic city. It is a thriving city filled with different terrain: Mostly desert sands, strong winds, and high heat from the si wong desert, but the city is separated from the dessert by a wide mountain range. And is significantly cooled down by breezes from beautiful ocean right off of the coast. The mix of the high winds and waves are perfect for competitive waterbending sports; such as a popular surfing variant called "x". Also nearby are nice lushes forests just outside the city towards the swampland which is located just miles away. Spiritus City is a bustling hub of cultural diversity and progress, but is also a great place for vacation to enjoy various activities or to just soak in the great climate.
Years after the death of avatar Korra the world has made many advancements. New republic city is no longer the only integrated bender city but just one of many in every nation of the world. But nations and benders still carry certain character traits from long instilled traditions depending on cultural heritage.
Including variants such as swamp benders(hicks compared to eurocentric northern water tribe, and [the newer, but still very accomplished, especially athletic] southern water tribe), sand benders (discriminated working class [one stereo type is they have difficulty metal bending and the newer magnet bending] and they have different customs and culture than most earth benders), and the sun warriors(Polynesian-mesoamerican firebenders). But also new cultures of mixed bender households.
The Characters
Note: Book one the young avatars will be in their adolescent ages 13-14 throughout this book perfecting their earthbending in its different forms and their own unique styles. Time period of 2-3 years
Team Avatar I
Tadara(to pray or be humble in Arabic) 13
Brown hair with a golden yellow hue in his eyes clearly sandbender decent as seen in his brown skin and hair, but has the flare of a fire bender in his eyes.
He is of sandbendesunwarrior heritage. He and his family are relatively new to the city, but he is one of the top scholars who is depending on his intelligence to get a further education and improve his family's life style. Kind of a loner he has acquaintances but not many real friends. He mostly just has followers of his online blog. He has a crush on one girl that is friends with other avatar, because they share several interests such as “TyMei" martial arts training and both are aspiring engineers, but she is too popular or too high class for him to think to pursue. He is born and raised in a ghetto, but doesn't fit in and works really hard in his self expression through blogging, practicing his artistic expression at school, and working on fixing tech from a young age to be up to date and innovative.
His earthbending style is more precise focusing on the smaller mechanisms like grains of sand or the precision of smaller working metal and magnets within technology, and keeps his emotions in check to repress his destructive lava bending abilities.
His very few friends are diverse individuals not very popular but have intelligence and artistic talent.
Tawk 14 (flunked a year in the past)
A swamp bender country boy with a strong accent who is proud of his water bender heritage of the swamps and its history and expresses the importance and pride of the assistance of his people in the hundred year war against the fire nation, and expresses it openly and ignorantly. Says stupid things sometimes, but is very politically aware, strongly opinionated and is a talented plant bender and an aspiring actor.
Gets bullied by other benders, and he starts to hold resentment that develops into something dark. Then when he grows up to have influence and esteem as a famous actopolitician. He could be mistaken for a waterbender who thrives and has money and power, but really comes from a poor yet proud family that has "Swamp Courtesy." (Midwest values)
Yin-yue (music in chinese) that no one can seem to pronounce correctly so she goes by Yi. 12(advanced one year previously)
An airbender hippie raver from the northern air temple who has a strange accent. She always looks high and sounds high. Very whimsical and happy go lucky. One with the world and what not. She looks like she could be a descendent of the traveling band. She wears flower crowns and accessories all the time. And has long flowing brown locks and sky blue pupils. A talented musician she uses airbending in new innovative ways to become a whole orchestra by herself. Thrives because she is a genius, but doesn't put enough work into anything and doesn't work very well with others or being limited by the system. Free Spirit.
Grows up to become famous musician. Maybe has extremely conservative parents that push her to be reserved and religious. They are airbender akalites who own a music shop. Later on in the series, she does something to get kicked out of home and is one of many homeless teenagers.
Avatar Team II
These three have been going to school together since grade school and have always gotten along. They were brought together from same social circles and sports activities. They know each other through and through, know each others families, and thought process so they can communicate without words even amongst other people.
Jin Nan(hard, difficult in Chinese)13
Black hair, pale complexion, and bright green eyes. He looks like he could be of bei fong decent but is of no relation.
Growing up in a middle class comfort but still has single working class mother, who is very proud and encouraging of his achievements, but is also constantly pressing him to be conscious of how he carries himself. By day he is a very popular jock who thrives by exploiting his talents and gets by through passing his studies on his wit and mostly his charm. At night he rebels from society by getting into trouble staying out late tagging and hanging out with hoodlums.
He is a lazy, stubborn, hard headed individual but values his friends and family greatly underneath his cool guy facade.
Like metal his earth bending is very big and shiny, but unlike metal it is not very refined. He showboats a lot to show off his bending prowess. Also integrates his bending into his skating, using metal bending and magnet bending to skate on pipe lines on edges of roofs, up walls, and everywhere else.
Gets tatted up in teenage years. Maybe joins a gang.
Koa (Hawaiian for brave) 13
Mostly looks and dresses like a southern water bender. But he is a man with the build of a earthbender samoan, dark black hair of a fire bender, brown skin and the blue eyes of a water tribesmen or white eyes of an airbender. Good at all probending sports especially the most popular sport in the globe (a polo/rugby variant) called "Benderball". He is a very talented water bender, is very popular jock and acts foolish in front of others but has a good heart and gentle soul with very strong family values because of several siblings and diverse family. His family the epitome of a modern integrated family in Spiritus City being of a mix of a water bender and earthbender and having uncles and aunts who are of several different bending decent, fire nation, earth kingdom, air nomads, and water tribe. Most of his relatives are of Southern water tribe decent, but all of his other relatives and offspring of mixed bending roots are not discriminated against in the family because they are all held together by strong family values. He also volunteers as a youth coach for youth sports.
His waterbender heritage can be seen in his appearance at first glance and through his go with the flow easygoing spirit, but all of these racial traits don't matter to him when playing sports, and he is acknowledged and praised as a leader of men and is captain of his sports teams.
Deals with stereotypes and people talking about different racial slurs and how he partakes and personally feels about them. Becomes a pro athlete/ social activist. Maybe gets airbender tattoos eventually
Jura (arabic for grit or courage) non bending girl(sand bending heritage)12
Born and raised 2nd generation or later sandbender heritage, Spiritus citizen. Good at martial arts(TyMei) [which combines chi blocking, ufc mixed martial arts fighting, and innovatively using your surrounding as weapons to attack], bending/non-bending gymnastics is her forte and uses modern bending tools to display forms of fire,lightning,metal bending, and water bending into her gymnastics flawlessly. She also is good at hacking computer systems and is knowledgeable in the mechanics of vehicles. Overachiever, popular, "it" girl with attitude, active in several clubs, and her class representative all 4 years of high school. Poised, kind to most, disciplined, entitled to her opinion, badass. This girl can put the boys in their place with her glare because she has had history of assaulting benders with her master chi blocking ever since early adolescence, which has traumatized her close guy friends. Attends same cultural religious services and goes to same martial arts training as other avatar, Tadara. They have the same cultural heritage but different backgrounds.
Maybe has father in the military.
Pilot
Book 1 Substance(Earth)
First season will elaborate on Spiritus City inner struggles with educating the next gen of benders the "hidden" war to find a treasure in the spirit world and the different interests from all over the world involved, and also integrating newest technologies across the globe. Open up episodes for character introductions and character analysis. The characters not learning that they are avatar until the end of the first book.
The opening scene is of a battle between the last avatar of chaos and the last avatar of order. But not korra to show much time has passed. Each avatar containing the spirit of vaatu and the spirit of raava in a new spirit realm that is severely distorted.
Rava (form of old bearded white man in water tribe formal garb): You cannot release this power. It will destroy the world.
Vaatu(form of young woman in water tribe warrior garb): That is not for you to decide Rava.
Clash!
The avatars both parrish at the same time.
Then the next generation is born. Cuts to a baby crying being born on transportation going from the desert sands going into Spiritus city and simotaniously another baby crying at the same time in a hospital to a single mother within Spiritus City.
Another cut to several years later a sandbender boy named Tadara (arabic. to pray or be humble) awakens bright and early to do his stretches on the rooftop, practicing his sandbender yoga forms to the rising of the sun. As he changes forms sand flies elegantly around him. As he breathes and moves there are several meditation hums, which ends with a bow and the sand returning to the floor, and then he goes downstairs to get to work in his father's repair shop before school. Using magnet bending to fix large parts of refrigerators and washing machines, but his specialty is in cellphones and other tech with very small parts. He carefully and easily puts things together and in place smoothly and precisely to fix the inner mechanics or more commonly to just switch out a phone screen and deal with unruly customers, and then afterwards rushes to school to get there early. As he walks, he picks up his only 2 friends on the way.
Hailing from the ghettos of West Spiritus a bustling hub of foreigners and poorer class citizens. Mixed ethnicities mostly Sand people, but also many other foreigners. Tadara walks with his friends Tawk and Yin-Yue. They see people get arrested, people getting jumped and mugged and pass lots of local stores before getting into school.
Bell rings.
Cuts back to another boy waking up super late, hair messy. This boy is Jin Nan. He dresses quickly and then skates to school. Uses earthbending, metal bending, and magnet bending to take shortcuts up sewer drains, over rooftops, and to form several adobe ramps to make it in time for the last bell. Which turns out to be the lunch bell. Confident that he made it to lunch break he hangs amongst the popular kids in the quad. He sits beside his best friends.
As Jin sits nashalauntly on the table, he gives a secret handshake to Koa and his other jock friends. Jura sitting close by amongst several girls rolls her eyes and faces towards him.
Jura: Jin Nan! You are late..again! When are you going to get it through that Metal Skull of yours? If you don't pass the next World History test you won't be able to play in the last few games of Benderball this season. And if you think I'm going to just let you cheat off of me, you better think again.
Jin: You know you're a bummer Jura, why don't you go dance your way off the nearest building.
*her glare sharpens sending chills down Jin’s spine and he straightens up his posture
*he makes an apologetic face
Jin: I'm just kidding around Jura. I've just been so wiped out from putting in work during probending practice everyday that it makes it impossible to wake up on time.
Jura: Don't give me that RhinoHog dung Jin. I am a part of the school's gymnastics team, mechanics club, coding program, PolyNation organization, have been class representative 2 years in a row, and go to “TyMai" training daily and I still manage to get here on time.
Jin: That's not fair you've always been extra in everything to compensate for your inability to bend.
Group of teens: ooooo
Jura: Ha! What are we in the 18th century? Little boy nonbenders have been thriving for several generations, thank you very much. If you showed up for class you probably would know these things. And if you're looking for a fight, I can take you and any other bender on all by myself.
Everyone: Oooo *uproar
Jura: Don't think that I don't know where you've been hanging out late at night. Don't make me tell your mother.
Jin: *sinks from up top the table into the floor and under the table
Whispers..."sorry" Jura:what was that i didn't quite hear you?! Jin: I'm Sorry. *Smiling up at her. Jura smirks back and then gets up and walks away with several girls following.
Koa comes over and puts his arm on Jin Jin:Damn Jura always "zapping" me in front of everyone.. Koa: You know she only tells you because she cares, and she knows that if she didn't do it so loudly that you wouldn't listen.
Girls walk passed and Jin's eyes follow.
Jin: What were you saying Koa?! I wasn't listening. Give me a sec while i restore my "flow".(benderpun)dignity/pride/swag
Slides off following the girls. Koa: Nevermind…
Bell Rings and at lunch time the other 3 friends sit with other misfits. In another school on a bench under a tree.
A group of thug looking teenagers who look 3 or 4 years older than everyone else approach the group, and everyone puts their head down except Tadara who doesnt pay them any mind and continues eating.
They start picking on random kids. And everyone keeps minding their own business like it was normal.
But then they come over to Tawk who is carrying around a plant with a sprouting bud in a pot and they drop it on the floor and yell racial slurs at him.
Tawk starts tearing up but he doesn't say anything or cry. He just stares at the broken pot and they start laughing.
Tadara gets up and tells them to pick it up.
The bullies keep laughing
And then the biggest bully says “or what?!”
As they mad dog each other everyone else just stares and smiles.
The dirt starts shaking.
Dirt from the plant turns into a rockfist and knocks the bully in the jaw and sends him flying.
His friends rush at Tadara and he dodges most of their shots. He continues to throw the dirt and metal around him to hit all of the goons. Tawk uses the water in a nearby fountain to help and also nearby tree branches but he takes more hits then he deals out.
Yi sits a few feet away with her earbuds on not aware of the fight.
The big bully gets up enraged and throws lightning bolt straight at Tadara and he flies over to Yi, unplugging her music.
She sees the fight and screams "WTF!" blowing everyone else in the general vicinity away. Clearing the way for security and administration to storm in and stop the fight by lightly bending the kids into submission.
Cuts to everyone sitting quietly in the administration office.
Bully talks to Tadara and they come to terms and bully has respect for Tadara.
Whistle blows.
Jin and Koa are in Benderball practice running drills with their coach.
Koa and Jin's playing are always in sync and they greatly outshine all the other players. But in this opening scene Koa will not be shown.
Jin’s athletic skills will be highlighted in the first scene and the rules of Benderball explained. After the rules are explained, Jin is seen being passed the ball and racing down the field. Juking all the players using his bending flawlessly and perfectly anticipating his opponents moves. It all looks very slick, but he constantly unnecessarily showboats and plays as if he is on the field solo and after he scores he practices his victory dance. The sound of a whistle blows and a stubby man with a beard calls the team to come in and the coach critiques the team, and then singles out Jin for showboating and not working with his teammates.
Jin shrugs it off and then makes up some excuse for being better than everyone else and his teammates all glare at him and Koa just puts his head in his hands and shakes his head.
After practice the jocks talk to Jin, telling him not to show off anymore or else. 3or4 of them leading the fight but a few more following Jin says something smug and they all get heated start flaring fire, forming water, and pulling off the metal lockers. And almost get into a fight when Koa comes walking out of the shower shocked at the situation and immediately floods the water from the shower into the locker room. In the background a girlish scream can be heard from the showers. Koa bends the water into the locker room to freeze all the athletes before they fight. He tells them to cut it out and deal with this outside of school where they won't jeopardize the team.
Koa melts the water and everyone backs away. Koa scolds Jin and Jin just shrugs his shoulders as if he didnt know why those guys were upset at him.
Cuts to Tadara and friends walk home.
Tawk: I don't want to go home just yet guys the principal called my mom and I already know that she's going to bend out all of her strongest vines and whip my butt.
Tadara: My parents won't even understand what they're talking about so I'll be fine.
Yi: Well technically I didn't get in any trouble cuz i didn't start the fight. They even praised me for stopping the situation so abruptly.
The trio up head to a mountain side with a view.
Tawk: I hate those guys. Just cuz his brother is a (bender equivalent of gangster)
Tadara: Don't let it phase you Tawk, they're just a bunch of low life's. In a few years just wait, we're going to be out of this place and they're going to walking my tigerdillo hahaha
*All laugh
Cut back to Jin and Koa laughing after practice as they wait for Jura and they walk together. Jin slowly skates circles around them as they head home.
All of a sudden flying vehicles (bikes/boards) shine their lights and descend in front and behind of the trio and a band of jocks surround the friends. And they stand back to back in a defensive stance.
Jura: Jin what did you do now? Jin: Why do you assume this is my fault? Koa: Because it is... Jin:shhh
Jock1: You always think your hot stuff don't you Jin. Jock2: We should teach him a lesson. Let's rough him up a little to show him that he's not the only athletic guy on the team. Jin: Well we all play Benderball, so that literally defines all of us as athletic. Jock3: Yeah, but you're always the one hogging the ball and taking all the shots. Making the rest of us look bad! Jin: If you guys could make a decent shot, I'd give it to you, but I just don't think you can. Koa: Come on guys does it really have to come to this.
Jock1: You're a cool guy Koa, but we're sick of you always sticking up for this guy. You can't keep on making excuses for this "ProbiscusPeacock/Diamond Player"(bender slang for show off change later) Jin: It's not showing off it's skill. (He says this with a smug look and eyes closed)
Several jocks throw elements at the trio and Jura and Koa evade quickly.
A burst of fire almost hits Jin, but Jura sweeps his legs quickly enough for him to evade the hit.
The athletes converge on the friends Combining their elements and landing a few blows on Koa and Jin. Jura however weaves her way through the crowd dancing circles around them and causing the benders to hit each other with their blows. She almost gets hit a few times and loses her footing and falls over due to earth bendeiced floor techniques.
The combined efforts of the athletes seem to be too much more for the trio.
When it looks like the team is down, Jura looks at the other two they all understand each other with a single glance and she says "Split"
They run off into different directions quickly. Koa using ice to ski off down the street. Jin magnetizing a pipe to slide up to the closest rooftop and Jura running swiftly to somersault over the closest wall.
Fighting individually they do significantly better.
Down the road Koa being chased finds himself cornered into a dead end street that is cut off by a body of water like a sewer or river.
2 benders of earth, 1 bender of fire, and 1 bender of water approach Koa.
He turns around ready to mount an defense.
The two earth benders send a wave of earth towards Koa to push him off the edge but he quickly ices the floor to sidestep the impact.
The fire and waterbender charge up a ramp made from the ground and try to send impacts toward Koa mid air. But Koa quickly rebounds the water to cancel out the fire blast creating a wave of steam. Koa quickly slides behind the assailants as they wait nervously for him to appear. All of a sudden the mist gathers to one area towards Koa. Amongst the chaos he froze the ground and then condensed the mist into a solid wave of water to push the group into the river. He then freezes the water and skates away. Koa: Sorry guys, I'll see you at school tomorrow.
Cut to Jura.
After hopping over a fence Jura leads 3 of the probenders one of air, one of water, and one of fire into a dark alley filled with debris and dumpsters and fire escapes.
Jura quickly absorbs her surroundings,finds cover, whilst grabbing miscellaneous items on the way.
The trio converge slowly and cautiously into the darkness. The fire bender lights his fists shaking as he leads the way.
A bottle is thrown and cuts his hand and simultaneously a brick hits his head rendering him unconscious.
In the flickering light Juras shadow is seen moving swiftly.
The two remaining athletes are shocked and in an act of panic send icicles and strong blows of air down the entire ally to blow away all the small items.
Air Jock: Now you have nothing to throw. We got you beat non bender(normie/other non bender discriminatory term)
Jura: “That's what you think” rings through the alley.
Jura plops down in front of the airbender from a fire escape and before a breath can be blown towards her. She spreads out her targets arms pushing outwards causing the bending blows to follow and punches the benders pressure points quickly and as the athlete falls. Jura falls into a offensive stance towards the water bender.
Jura: Do you want to give me a try?
Waterbender runs away quickly.
Jura straightens herself up and walks away.
Cut to Jin up on the rooftop
His assailants follow up the roof.
An air bender leads by blowing himself up to the roof and pulls Jin to stumble instead of getting away further.. The others catch up brought up by a platform of earth. 4 benders, one of each element approach Jin.
Jock1: this is what you deserve!
All four benders punch towards Jin.
He takes a strong horse stance closes his eyes and pulls all nearby metal to form a barricade to absorb the blow.
Skating up the barricade he flies into the air
He then gestures the metal underneath the athletes to move to cause them to fall.
Afterwards he reforms the metal scraps from the barrier to follow him and sends them flying to disable all of his assailants.
Jura: I'm really sorry guys. I don't mean to show off I just can't help myself sometimes. I'll try to do better.
Bows respectively and then skates off.
In an unknown location in the city. Maybe an abandoned building or up in a treefort made of tree vines and metal. Team avatar II converges. Jura waits patiently, followed by Jin decending from the roof, and lastly followed by Koa who skates his way into the gangs secret base.
Jura: Jin you better apologize to those imbeciles.
Kia: You don't have to tell me I just did Jura.
They glare at each other intensely.
Koa hugs both of them by the neck.
Koa: I'm glad we're all alright guys.
All three smile and laugh.
Sun sets
Tadara sits on the edge of a cliff or roof top with his friends beside him.
Jin sits the same way.
Jin: With so little worries and such great friends i sometimes wish time would just stay like this and never change.
Tadara: Sites like this make this ugly world look so beautiful, we can't be and won't be here forever guys I promise.
Panoramic scene of the sun setting over Spiritus City.
END
Alt. Addition
Jura: Alright guys i'll see you guys tomorrow I have a ton of schoolwork to do before Ty-Mai training.
Koa: Same and I gotta head home to take care of my little cousins while my aunt and uncle are working tonight
Jin: Okay I'm going to hang around for a bit and then I'll head home too. Thanks for always having my back guys.
All three separate. Cuts to Jins solo hoodlum activities.
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2020.08.16 20:32 gabrurdesodio 24 [M4F] - Spain / Anywhere - Will you be my Tracy McConnell?

Surely start writting out of nowhere your feelings, what you've ever looked for in a relationship and present yourself is hard.
I'm an introvert person, maybe that's why I write this right here. I think reddit is an awesome platform with awesome people (with exceptions, obviously), so I thought about giving a try posting my letter in a bottle hoping it will reach someone who was waiting for me.
Nowadays I'm pretty happy when it comes about my life. Finally got the job I wanted, conserved a couple of good friends who won't kill me even when I say a lot of bad jokes, started being constant and less lazy... but when it comes to having a deeply connection when someone, who will be impatient to spend time with you, listen to your nonsense always with the same enthusiasm... lately I miss that.
I want you to think about me when you discover a random fact that surprised you, when you suddenly want to go for a nocturn walk, whenever you need to say something out of your chest or when you just need a silent hug.
Be your best friend, your confident, your travel companion; and starting to build together the rest of our lives.

>> Some attributes I hope you value too <<
· Honestity and empathy - Because honestity without empathy may be cruelty. You can always try to reach other's hearts without hurting them. Unless they like pinapple pizza.
· Loyalty - yes
· Communication - Important, I can read hints but I've not developed yet my mind-reading module. Developers are working on the next update.
· Enthusiasm and effort - Nothing discourage me more than talking to someone who won't show any will to know me. Let's not waste our time, this should not be way of killing time!
· Hooman - I do not date robots, sorry if you are offended.
· Ghosting is bad - Just tell the other one you don't feel the same or you are not interested anymore because of whatever. Isn't that hard, c'mon.

>> About the hopeless romantic writting this <<
Loves nature and hopes to live in a house with enough space to hold a bbq, a pool... and the hammock he will be sharing with you on sunday's morning while drinking a coffee, prepared obviously with the espresso machine you had to buy him last Christmas like the coffee snob he is.
Oh, the house may have a big garage because he likes to repair himself the house's thingys and the classic car(s) you will enjoy together.
He's taking you to places baby, because he likes to drive. Also the main hobbies would be hiking, trail running (this year discovered it and couldn't love it more), videogames (may you play with him a shitty game or maybe league? oh but that are synonyms), anime/manga/lightnovels and overthinking about things he should not. You may encourage him to play the piano more often (he is starting on his own this year but shhh!)
The hugs are amazing, especially in winter since he may be an oven.
Enjoys documentaries (especially about animals).
Will give a try at everything you like, will support you on all your hobbies and dreams, putting your feet on the ground if needed.
How I Met Your Mother is one of his favourite shows, also My Name is Earl and some others he can't remember because of his fish memory.
He's more of a dog person, specially large ones.
Can spend evenings searching info about some topic he just discovered and thought it was interesting. The same applies in looking for the best option to buy whatever. Oh men a lot of evenings... pls stop
And I think I will stop here, so you can discover the rest chatting with me.
To the 0 people that made it this far, hope you enjoyed the reading and I will be waiting for your message (I'd love a long message telling me the word "meatballs" and what you felt reading it or what you liked the most!).
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2020.08.10 22:21 JayGetsHazy I’m a night janitor and there’s something weird going on at the Sunset Gardens Senior Living Facility

The ad was on one of the way back pages of the local Pennysaver mixed in among pet adoption notices and requests for anonymous sex.
Night Shift Custodian Needed @ Sunset Gardens Senior Living Facility No Prior Exp. Nece$$sary!
There was a number listed at the bottom with a request for any interested parties to phone between 10:45 and 11 in the morning.
I called and made an appointment.
The Sunset Gardens Senior Living Facility was an elegant red-brick structure laid out like some sweeping faux Southern plantation complete with gleaming white columns out front and a wide wrap around porch lined with rockers and dainty wicker sofas. Inside, the rooms were bright and cheerful; the whole place smelling of fresh paint and newly laid carpeting.
Dr. Arthur Pennycuff—the facilities director according to a laminated badge clipped to the front of his white coat— was a rotund and ruddy faced man with a receding hairline and an immaculate book-lined office.
“You understand of course,” he mumbled around a forkful of spaghetti slurped from a little blue bowl on his massive mahogany desk, “that this isn’t your normal janitorial position?”
I nodded as enthusiastically as I could; hoping I wasn’t visibly sweating through the pits of my cheap blazer. “Yes, sir. Sure. I mean, yeah I understand.”
The doctor regarded me silently for a beat, the only sound between us the tinkle of metal on glass as he tined some wet noodles into his mouth before nodding and sliding a folder of officious looking documents toward me.
“These are our standard SF312 forms. Governmental NDA’s and background check consent prerequisite to employment—that kind of thing.”
I sifted through a few of the top pages trying to parse some meaning from the convoluted legalese.
“NDA’s just to take out trash and scrub toilets?”
Dr. Pennycuff nodded, dabbing at his lips with the edge of a paper napkin. “Sunset Gardens isn’t your run-of-the-mill old folks’ home, Mr. Jackson. Our residents are from some of the most affluent families in the state. They value privacy and discretion. And anyway, for thirty bucks an hour—does it really matter what we do here?”
He placed a fancy fountain pen on the desk between us.
I thought about the mountain of unpaid bills piling up at home, shook my head and scrawled my name where indicated.
“Excellent. You start tomorrow night at eleven. See Mr. Pomeroy the second shift guard. He’ll walk you through your duties. Welcome to Sunset Gardens.”
I stood, thanked him profusely and was almost out the door and gone when the doctor called me back.
“Remember what we discussed, Mr. Jackson,” he tapped the stack of papers with my signature meaningfully and brought a fat pink finger to his lips. “Shhh.”
**
Mr. Pomeroy was a friendly middle-aged guy in a too-small uniform with the Sunset Gardens logo stitched across the sleeve. He met me in the lobby with a firm handshake and took me on a quick tour of the facility.
“Yeah, this job’s pretty cherry,” he was saying as he ushered me through the neatly appointed main dining room and down a long cream-colored hallway. “There’s not all that much to do, really. Polish the marble in the lobby, wipe down some stuff, unclog a shitter or two—otherwise your times your own. Most of the residents stay in their suites after sundown so you’ll spend a lot of down time hanging in the breakroom. If one of the nurses need you, they’ll page you. You clock out when the first shift guy comes on at seven. Got it?”
“That’s it?” I asked in confusion.
He nodded. “Sounds stupid right? At first, I thought it was some kind of Herbalife LuLaRoe pyramid scheme thing but it’s on the level, man. Trust me.”
After that we shook hands again and he left me to my own devices.
Turns out there really wasn’t that much for me to do after dark and I spent those first few nights mostly killing time on my phone unobtrusively browsing Reddit or Pornhub and waiting for the end of each shift when the pretty young gal from Reception would hand me an envelope stuffed with cash as I trudged wearily back to my car.
At first, I didn’t notice anything off about the place. The nurses and attendants were pleasant enough—a tad inscrutable, I guess—but they smiled a lot and doted on the residents like a bunch of grandkids at Christmas time; keeping them busy with arts and crafts projects and shopping trips to the upscale Galleria in town.
But as the nights went by, I began to notice something a little odd.
Sunset Gardens had what seemed to be a disproportionate rate of turnover for a private facility that rarely boasted more than thirty live-in residents at any given time. Every few weeks some new old geezer would materialize—another new name going up on an empty PO box in the lobby—only for them to pass away unexpectedly or move out unannounced shortly thereafter. Whenever I’d mention this phenomenon to one of the friendlier night nurses, however, I’d be met with a shrug and a vacant stare and sent off to clean out a freshly vacated suite of rooms and prep them for the next round of occupants.
Mostly, I didn’t question it too hard. They kept me just busy enough vacuuming the Oriental rugs and tossing out bags of used adult Depends to wonder too much. And as long as the money kept flowing, I was happy to keep my questions to myself.
My favorite part of each night at Sunset Gardens was the time I got to spend in the Crypt.
Listed on facility brochures as the Solarium, this cathedral ceilinged room with its expansive glass walls overlooking the hilly back lawn was the de facto gathering place for the geriatric night owls who found sleep elusive in the early hours. Shuffling about in their silky pajamas or staring into the muted glow of Fox News shining out of the sixty-inch VIZIO with empty slack jawed faces; they made the place into something straight out of a Romero flick.
Hence the nickname.
Anyway, like I said, my favorite part of each shift was the time I could steal in the Crypt; reclining on one of the plush sofas playing Cribbage with Mrs. Seward; listening to one of her rambling stories or just generally shooting the shit with whatever lonely old bird was up for a little company and cheer before heading back on my rounds.
Thursday nights shift was no different. I clocked in like usual, spent some time cleaning the kitchen for the breakfast crew then made my way over to the Crypt.
There were only a couple of the regular blue hairs in residence when I entered pushing my mop bucket ahead of me. I waved at Mr. Harper and Mr. Wycliff shooting a listless game of pool on one side of the room and approached the gaggle of little old ladies clustered around the TV in the other.
“Hey, Miss Gall,” I said cheerfully to one of the women sitting perched in an armchair a little way off from the rest of the group.
The old lady squinted up at me through Coke-bottle lenses and frowned. She was new to Sunset Gardens—about ninety I’d guess—with watery eyes and a slight dowagers hump. Her son was a big shot lawyer for the governor or something who’d dropped her off one day a couple weeks before and hadn’t been back since. She didn’t talk much and had a bad case of RLS that kept her up most of the night.
“Good evening,” she said softly. “Or morning, I suppose. It’s all the same here.” One gnarled hand rubbed absently at her thin thigh through the pleat of her Chanel suit.
“How are you feeling, ma’am?” I asked, determined to win a smile from her.
She scowled at her reflection in the nearest dark window. “Old.”
“Aw, come on now.”
“It’s awful. Just awful. You haven’t yet outlived your usefulness.” She glanced meaningfully at my mop and bucket.
“True,” I gave it a gentle nudge with the toe of one work boot. “And I guess I should get back to it, huh?”
“Wait.” Her liver spotted hand snagged like a vise at my sleeve. “Wait,” she said, motioning me closer.
I squatted awkwardly beside the crème colored chair. Up this close she smelled cloyingly of lavender water and dry paper.
“You—you have a car, yes? Could you—would you—take me out of here?”
“Huh?” I blinked; unsure I’d heard correctly.
She lowered her voice. “I have twenty thousand dollars upstairs. If I give it to you—will you get me out of here?”
“I—uh—”
“Now. Tonight. Please.” Her neatly manicured nails dug into my wrist.
“Miss Gall, you’re hurting me,” I said, gently trying to extricate myself.
“Please,” she hissed. “I’ll pay. I’ll pay you whatever you want. Just take me. I can’t stay here any longer. I don’t want to go to the—the other room.”
“Go where?”
“Nobody else wants to talk about it. They want to pretend it’s not happening—but they all know.”
“You don’t have to go anywhere,” I assured her, reaching for my walkie to rouse whoever was manning the nurse’s station. “Just relax ma’am. Let me get someone for you.”
She recoiled like I’d slapped her, slumping defeatedly in her chair. “You’re one of them, aren’t you? You’re going to let them take me. Just like the others.”
“No one’s taking you anywhere except bed, Bonnie.” A large bull-moose of a woman in scuffed nurses’ shoes and colorful kitty cat smock had materialized silently behind us and was leaning down to help Miss Gall to her feet.
“It’s high time you got some sleep, dear. And you,” she said to me as she steered the old woman toward the door, “shouldn’t you be sweeping something?”
“Night Miss Gall,” I called after them. “See you tomorrow.”
But I never saw her again.
**
On Friday night there was a fresh work order waiting on my desk. Room 17 was now vacant and needed a good scrubbing before the new tenants were due.
“Room 17? You sure?” I asked the on-duty attendant. “That’s Miss Galls suite isn’t it?”
“Who?”
That familiar blank stare.
“Miss Gall,” I said patiently. “Old lady. Expensive clothes. Bad makeup. I was talking to her last night.”
“Oh. Right. I, uh, think she moved out this morning.”
“Already? She just moved in.”
The attendant made a noncommittal noise and went back to his paperwork.
Room 17 was indeed empty when I made my way over.
Movers had already come and gone leaving nothing but indents in the carpet demarking furniture legs and the faintest hints of lavender still hanging in the air.
I gave the place a cursory wipe down and went to visit Crypt.
Mr. Pomeroy was there watching ESPN reruns with his feet up on a polished tea table. I asked him if he’d heard anything about Miss Gall’s leaving and he shook his head.
“People come and people go around here. You get used to it.”
“But so quick?”
Mr. Pomeroy chuckled. “These senile puds don’t have time to waste, man.”
“Everybody acts like she was never here,” I said.
“Old people are weird,” Mr. Pomeroy said simply.
“Not just them. The nurses too. Like she didn’t exist. Isnt that weird?”
“I’m not paid to worry about it,” he said without looking away from the TV.
“Has anybody ever mentioned anything about an, uh, other room to you?”
Mr. Pomeroy’s eyes flickered sharply toward me. “You been talking to the residents?” He sounded almost accusatory.
“Just something I overheard,” I lied.
“I wouldn’t put too much stock in anything you overhear from our guests if I was you,” he said with a nod toward a couple of the residents in their lonely orbits around the perimeter of the room. “Most of ‘em got one foot in the grave already. Grab a seat. Relax. Watch the game with me.” He thumped the cushion next to him.
“I gotta finish my rounds,” I told him. “Floor 2 needs AC vents changed.”
Only instead of going up to the second floor—once I was safely out of sight around a corner—I cut through the lobby toward the administrative wing.
Everyone was tiptoeing around whatever was going on here and I’d decided I was going to find out what it was.
**
The door to Dr. Pennycuff’s office was locked but I let myself in with my Pass Key after making sure I was alone. Under the light of the harsh fluorescents it looked about the same as I remembered from the day of my interview. Books and bric-a-brac, some expensive looking pieces of art and a few file cabinets. Nothing ominous or unusual.
Still, I made a quick circuit of the room; scanning the items left lying on the desk and picking through the trashcan.
Nothing.
Until I got to the file cabinets.
They looked new. Heavy-duty stainless-steel monoliths, they didn’t match with the rest of the décor and didn’t budge when I gave the drawers an experimental tug.
They keys were in Dr. Pennycuff’s top left desk drawer next to some scattered paper clips and loose business cards. I held them in my hand and weighed my options. Going through the cabinets might mean the end of my career but—whatever they were up to at Sunset Gardens—I was willing to bet the answer was inside.
I opened a few drawers at random.
Mostly just old invoices and payroll stuff. A few disciplinary write-ups and a lot of administrative paperwork. The lower drawers, however, were crammed with resident files in battered yellow folders dated as far back as 1994. A lot of them were labeled with names I didn’t recognize but those nearer to the front—
Donaldson
Beamis
Gall
—were files on residents who, I’d been told, had left the facility without notice in the last few months.
I grabbed Miss Gall’s file and flipped it open.
It looked to be some sort of weird medical chart with her name
Gall, Virginia
MacDougall Experiment Test Subject: 1278
and the date from the night before printed above the header.
I flipped through the pages. Sunset Gardens was keeping track of everything. Resident’s weight, height, cholesterol, and frequency of bowel movements were faithfully recorded along with a host of other inane facts and minutia.
The last page was a single print-out covered in what looked like formulas or some kind of programming code. At the bottom in bold were the words
Time of death—2:51 AM
Weight before subject death—99 lbs
Weight after subject death—98.9537029 lbs
EXTRACTION SUCCESSFUL
I grabbed another file and skimmed it.
Same thing.
Another and another.
All the same.
The blood roared in my ears as I leaned against the filing cabinets; trying to understand what I was reading.
The residents were dying?
Being experimented on?
Dr. Pennycuff was covering it up?
My walkie went off with a squawk that set me jumping.
“Jackson? Where you at, man? Mr. Lumis shit himself again. Need a scrub brush upstairs.”
I scrabbled for the mic and keyed it. “Uh, yeah. Okay. Be right there.”
Stuffing the files back into the drawer haphazardly, I slammed it shut and returned the keys to their proper place before heading back out into the hall.
I went through the rest of the night in a daze, keeping one anxious eye on the clock the whole time. I kept waiting for Mr. Pomeroy to come around the corner and grab me. When the first shift people started trickling in, I made a beeline for the door without so much as a nod for the pretty girl at reception.
Back at home I locked the door and lay in bed staring at the ceiling unable to sleep.
I thought about calling the police but really, what could I say? Old people are dying in a retirement home?
As the sun set, I found myself unable to get up and moving. I reached for my phone to call out or quit when a text bubble popped up with a buzz.
Mr. Jackson, this is Dr. Pennycuff. I’d like you to come by my office tonight before you start your rounds. We need to discuss your job performance.
That was three hours ago, and he keeps calling.
There’s something weird going on at the Sunset Gardens Senior Living Facility and I think I’m too afraid to go back.
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