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2023.03.28 10:40 Angel466 [Life Of Emeron] We Plan, Gods Laugh - Part 55

PART FIFTY-FIVE
[Previous Part] [Beginning]
I FUCKING HATE THE FUCKING COLD!!!
After five days of travelling in this manner, a tiny part of my brain was almost willing to throw up its hands and say, ‘Fuck it – let ’em have the stupid copper mines,’ but I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t do it. It didn’t matter if I never thawed out again. The Consitors weren’t getting their grubby little mitts on the empire. They messed up their own land, and they weren’t coming here to mess up ours.
No. Fuck, no. Hell to the fuck no. But fuuuuuuuck, I hate the cold!
It didn’t get much warmer when we reached the coast, either. Sheets of ice clung to every ridge, and the snow might’ve only gone halfway up the shins of our horses as opposed to the knee, but overall, it wasn’t much of a concession.
At least our horses had figured out that by the end of the day, they’d be inside our dome with us. And on top of the warm space, we had plenty of food for them, courtesy of the imperial palace, which meant they were probably eating better than they ever had.
The first two days had been a matter of following Milo’s lead toward the coast. After that, I dropped back, and Thalien took my place beside Milo as Polly reached out with constant course corrections based on where the Consitor ship seemed to be heading. Only once did we have to double back half a day when apparently something made the boat do a tight U-shape manoeuvre in open water. At the time, I had grumpily vocalised if it was too much to ask for a dozen sea dragons to eat them and be done with this for good, but Polly informed us on the subsequent correction that they were still inbound, which made us keep going.
Harmony, of course, had reminded me over dinner that night that if the sea dragons had managed to devour the ship (and not perished under their hideous nine-gun barrage), our entire journey from the gateway would be for nothing, and that would’ve made me even crankier.
She was right. I would’ve raged for days if we went through all of this only for a dragon or ten to beat me to our target, though if I was speaking honestly, it wouldn’t be the first time in our careers as adventurers.
By the morning of day five, we were in position on a coastal precipice overlooking what would have been a pretty bay in summer, but right now, it reminded me of a partially frozen drink I’d once had in the far northern provinces. The deep blue in the middle was a nice touch.
As soon as we arrived, we reached out to Polly and discovered that due to the shallows and the Consitors’ unfamiliarity with the underwater terrain, we were more than a full day ahead of them.
This close to the shore, Polly strongly recommended against setting up Thalien’s dome for warmth. She had explained that even though the Consitors didn’t have access to her scrying (she called it a work-net or something, but I was sticking to the term I understood best), they still had powerful spyglasses that could see far beyond what our captain’s spyglasses could see; by a ridiculous multiplier.
For the same reason, we couldn’t make a fire either, so last night, we ate whatever dry foods I had that were ready to eat (smothering dates in honey was one of the ways I made it barely tolerable) while huddling inside a canopy that Tarq and Milo had spent the day pulling together for us. A wind break at best, and one that didn’t fit our horses.
Hence, my really, really delightful mood this morning.
By the time dawn broke, despite the extra blankets and comforters, I was ready to kill everything that breathed my air. My muscles had seized up countless times through the night, and my bones constantly ached, all of which reminded me that I hadn’t died … yet.
“Emeron, you know I love you to bits,” Milo hedged after I tied my hood to the point I couldn’t see anything through the fur. He hooked both pointer fingers into the fur and worked the gap until it opened wide enough that I could see … some of his face. “But I swear if you don’t stop belly-aching about the cold, I will wring your neck and take my chances with your son’s wrath.”
Tarq snorted long and slow, making him look like an irked bull. I read a lot into that snort. It was his way of silently saying that while he didn’t necessarily agree with Milo’s threat and certainly wouldn’t permit it to reach fruition, he too was fed up with my vocal displeasure.
Frustrated at all of them, I dusted the snow from my jacket and stomped over to the horses, and together we stamped our feet and bumped our gums in noisy commiseration of ourselves.
“I’ve just figured you out, Uncle Em,” Harmony said a short time later. I shot her a dirty look that she probably didn’t see through the tiny gap after I’d retightened my hood string. Either way, she kept going. “I always thought you cooked because you loved to cook.”
“I do.”
“But you also love the warmth that the fire gives off more. You get to spend hours staying toasty warm. Even in the desert, it still gets cold at night.”
I hunched my shoulders and rubbed my fur-covered hands. “I’m beginning to think I’ll never get warm again.”
“You can thaw out once we go underground, Uncle Em.”
When we faced off with Augustin Morales and the rest of his Consitor insurgents. That had my blood heating for an entirely different reason.
My friends took turns coming over to keep me company, probably to make sure I hadn’t turned into an ice block when they weren’t looking. They did their best to keep me distracted, reminding me of some of the ridiculous close calls we’d found ourselves in that thankfully NEVER made it into Lanna’s songs.
Like the time we went after a black dragon that had supposedly been terrorising a community in the swamps of the mid-east. We found it. It was on its side with its back to us, and while Thalien neutralised its magic, we had positioned ourselves to attack from all sides. Tarq and Milo had gone frontal, and I was up on a ridge behind its back with my sword pointing downwards. The girls were ready to keep it distracted.
It was a perfect plan, with one minor exception: the damn thing had died of old age at least two weeks earlier. And when we ruptured its bloated body, it exploded like a volcano, covering us in rotting guts and an avalanche of rats that were not happy we’d disturbed their feast.
We laughed later. A lot later. Fifty million baths and just as many drinks later.
There were a lot of stories like that, many of which I’d deliberately chosen not to remember.
Four long hours later, Thalien rushed over to me, followed by everyone else. “Polly says they’re in range!”
“FINALLY!” I groused, making my way to the lookout that gave us a clear view of the bay below.
Sure enough, about half a mile past the mouth of the bay, the ship that had been about two feet long in Polly’s rendition was terrifyingly bigger in real life. Tarq handed me a spyglass, and by magnifying things, I could see what Polly was talking about in terms of age. The thing was massive and made of metal, but how it had made it across an ocean had me scratching my head. There weren’t holes per se in the hull, but the metal (something we didn’t use on ships) had rust lines over six feet wide and several yards long. Iron that badly rusted meant the pressure of a finger in the central mass would have it caving in. I could only assume some level of magic was holding it together.
As far as I was concerned, they were close enough.
I handed Tarq back the spyglass, raised my hand as high as it would reach, and then dropped it forward to point at the ship I wanted destroyed, just as Polly had instructed.
And a grand total of nothing happened.
I waited, glancing back now and then at the mountain behind me, thinking that perhaps Polly and I had misunderstood each other, and she thought my gesture was to unveil that spinning turtle shell weapon.
“Something was supposed to happen, right?” Shay-Lee asked, moving up on my right.
“Supposedly,” I said, fighting the fear and rage that had my heart climbing into my throat as the ship cruised through the mouth of the bay. We were too far away, and it was too big. I could now see the people on the top deck scurrying like ants. I’d sent the elven troops north in preparation of digging out Morales, assuming whatever Polly had planned here would work.
That assumption would get all those soldiers killed, as these Consitors would move up from the south and catch them in a pincer movement with their guns. If we were down on the ground, we might be able to take them out in a similar manoeuvre to what they’d done to my great-grandfather’s travelcade, but up here, we were woefully out of position.
I whirled on Thalien, but he was already gesturing to reach Polly in a scry. I knew the gestures. I’d seen them often enough. Not enough that I’d be willing to try them myself, but enough to recognise them when he did it. And it was just as clear he wasn’t getting through.
“Could Polly be compromised?” Harmony asked.
Lanna, Tarq and I all shook our heads. “No chance,” I decreed, not knowing how I knew that but knowing it was true nonetheless.
“I don’t understand what could be blocking a scry,” Milo frowned.
I didn’t, either. What was the point of making it to this exact spot if all I could do was stand there and watch the Consitors land?
It gutted me to see the ship clear the mouth and release the massive anchor attached to the ship’s nose, having it splash into the water. The whirring of the equally impressive-sized chain as it raced through the hole behind where the anchor had been was just as crushing.
“Damn you, Polly,” I whispered, earning similar sentiments from my friends. After everything we’ve been through…
“Emeron, I’ve got her,” Thalien said, but quite frankly, it was too little, too late.
Which was why my response was distinctly un-emperor-ish. “What the fuck, Polly?!” I snarled, not roaring at the top of my lungs just in case, like their super spyglasses, they had some means to hear me from where they were anchored.
“With all due respect, sir, there is no need to be so vulgar.”
I gestured towards the bay behind the empty room in the scry … the bay in front of me, knowing Acropolis wouldn’t see what I was looking at. At least, not through this particular scry. “Are you kidding me?!” I growled, about half a second from losing my absolute mind at the ancient structure at the heart of our people.
“I’m waiting for your order, sir.”
My brain exploded in an instant headache. “I gave that order fifteen minutes ago!” I raged, no longer caring that I was shouting. “You should have already been doing your rod of god thing!”
“Oh, that was you?” she asked, and I swear I heard a condescension in her tone I hadn’t heard in a long time where my old tutors were concerned. “I couldn’t be sure.”
And it suddenly dawned on me what she was pushing for. “You don’t … seriously … expect me to strip from the waist up so that you can see the brand on my shoulder when I make the gesture?!” My tone was so low and lethal even Tarq gave me a cautious side-eye. And he had every reason to be fearful, for I was absolutely going to kill someone over this. I really, really was. How many were still up for debate, but my starting point was triple figures. Or maybe I’d settle for just one cold-hearted bitch from ancient times. “I hate the fucking cold!”
“Sir, you’re running out of time,” Acropolis argued, and leaning to one side, I saw around Thalien’s scry to see that smaller boats were indeed being lowered into the water.
I guess I was about to find out if blind fury was a good substitute for warm clothing. And if I died, I vowed to make it my mission to haunt Polly until the end of fucking time!
“Everybody, please step away from the Shadow President,” Polly said. “At least ten paces.”
I had no idea why, nor did I care. It was taking everything I had to force myself through the unwilling step of disrobing in this god-forsaken climate! My fingers shook as I picked at the ties until I had the ones that held my hood in place undone. Then I loosened the ties that held the fur jacket against my shirt and grabbed a fistful of fur and fabric at the base of my neck. From there, I took several deep, steadying breaths, silently counting on each exhale until I reached the magical ‘three’. Then, before I could talk myself out of it, I hauled it all forward, making sure my shirt and the slatted eyewear came with it.
The cold slammed into my torso on all sides, and as much as I wanted to press the fur against my chest, I wasn’t willing to risk needing to do this a second time. If Polly required to see this damned brand, she would see ALL of it once and once only! I tossed the jacket to the ground and fisted my hands, willing the breath frozen in my lungs to move, if only to stop my teeth from chattering.
“Be Emperor Ronan, once last time, sir!” Polly shouted. “And lose the gloves!”
I was too far into hypothermia to ask why the gloves had to come off. I was already dying, so what difference would it make if my fingers snap-froze too? I gritted my teeth to keep them still and snatched the gloves off, letting them fall to the pile at my feet.
Be Emperor Ronan…be Emperor Ronan… I mentally chanted, knowing exactly what she wanted me to do—what I had to do, even though that and what I wanted to do were at opposite ends of the spectrum.
I straightened, digging into reserves I hadn’t needed in a long time. My shoulders went up and back, and my chin lifted into the stance that had been minted on coins. I glared at the invaders with everything I had left in me, and then my hand went over my head, my fingers straight like I was about to give the order to advance. I stayed like that for a second or two longer than I should have until I vaguely remembered there was a second part to this move.
Ahhh….y-y-y-yes….
I locked my elbow in place and rolled my shoulder to drop my hand forward. This time, my fingers pointed hatefully at the invaders, wishing I had the means to shoot them all dead instead of merely pointing at them.
High above, a glow appeared behind the clouds, growing brighter and brighter until fire burst through the bottom layer, hurtling towards the ship. I couldn’t lift my eyes, for they were too cold to look up. They merely glared at the invaders, burning with the depths of my hatred.
People screamed. I heard them scream from where I stood, probably because they knew what was happening better than I did. In the following seconds, the long fire streak pierced through the clouds and slammed into the vessel's centre, bending it in half with an explosion that rivalled any volcano eruption. As the air and water coiled, I saw the ship was already gone, driven beneath the waves and into the ocean floor by the force of the impact.
My hand fell to my side, and I was too cold to do anything but stare at the rolling cloud that was fast approaching me. I couldn’t change my focus or expression as much as I wanted to. I wanted to watch my imminent death coming at me, but my gaze was locked on the strike point and the subsequent white explosions surging from beneath the waves. Those weren’t light weapons being triggered. They were more … boom-ish.
The water over the wreck reached higher and higher with each new explosion, but the rolling wave of air coming at me was levelling everything in its path. Trees were flattened. Sand was collected. I’d been caught in sandstorms before, and I knew this would be so much worse than that. I almost laughed at myself when I realised I wouldn’t be cold for much longer since the dead didn’t feel the cold.
It broke the edge of the precipice before me, but something happened to the air before my eyes as it reached me. I watched as tiny, almost invisible pinhead-sized dust particles interlocked across my skin, holding me in place and somehow warming me simultaneously. My sigh of sheer delight as the rolling wave slammed into me and passed by without moving so much as a hair on my arm had me relaxing where I stood, even going as far as to smile.
Then, I lowered my head marginally and turned slightly to look at my friends over my shoulder.
“It is done,” I declared in vindication, not knowing how … not caring how Polly had pulled off the protective suit I never wanted to lose. I’d thought the elven fur was warm, but these near-invisible dots were heated somehow, and I always wanted to keep it with me. If I could, I’d never be cold again!
My friends had all been flattened and driven over thirty yards away, but we’d been doing these things like this a long time, and they were already scrambling to their feet; their expressions unified in their shock at what had happened. At me!
Then, of course, my protective shield disappeared as fast as it came, and the cold that crushed against me was strangely mitigated by what felt like fire licking from my left shoulder into my head. The combination of the two left me unable to cope, and I fell to my knees and then to my side in a bone-jarring shudder that I couldn’t control.
“EMERON!” they shouted, racing towards me as my vision warped and went black.
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2023.03.28 10:38 _unconventional_oven Another summer sublet seeker

Hi! I’m a student at UC Berkeley coming to NYC for the summer. I’ll be working near Rockefeller Center but am chill with anything less than 30 min commute. I’m also super flexible on living arrangements (single, double) as long as all roommates are female! My budget is around 1.8k but let me know if you have anything pls
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2023.03.28 10:37 Annual_Ad_1933 *NEWBIE* Meditation Before Sleep Opening Up Dreams More

Hi all this is a bit of a long one but I feel it's needed for the full understanding <3. I will just quickly say that I have never been one for meditating until recently. My soulmate who was a very spiritual person suddenly passed away two weeks ago and I have been trying to find something within my inner self to be able to cope with the pain. I have started to do small mindful meditation sessions when I can. I thought I was much newer to this than I thought but I have been listening to rain sounds before sleep for about 2 years now (not every night) and my partner said it is actually a form of meditating I've been doing. I also love all types of psychedelic's I feel they have opened up a lot of gateways for me over the years. When I really try, The past week I have found myself being able to stay focused without letting the mind wander and being able to hit a point where it nearly feels like I'm falling asleep I'm that relaxed. Keep in mind I'm pretty new to this all but it feels right.
When I was younger I suffered from night terrors pretty badly. I was 13 my best friend died in front of me in a BMX freak accident and it fucked me up mentally for a few years a lot more than I thought. As I grew older I never really cared about my headspace and thought I was "fine", meditation was the last thing on my mind and I wasn't all for it. I was generally happy but would lose my shit really bad over the smallest of things and just did not have a healthy mindset. My dreams would be either extremely frustrating to the point I would wake myself up or back to the night terrors, it was mainly either the two or when that wasn't the case I just would not remember my dreams at all (I'm a heavy cannabis user)
Only a few hours ago I was getting a shower and had it super hot just standing underneath it with my eyes closed. Without the intention of actually meditating I found myself doing it but reaching that deeper state again much quicker, it was really nice. I got out and sat on the bed and continued to be in that state. I don't know how long I was sitting there for but I reached that point I felt like I was going to drift off so I laid down. I ended up falling asleep at some point for about 3 1/2 hours but it didn't feel like a deep sleep. During that time I saw my deceased partner in my dream only it was different. It felt so surreal like she was actually standing in front of me. There were no words physically spoken but it was like telepathic communication. I said "I'm never going to get to see you again", she replied "Don't be silly I'm always here" while feeling like there was a warm blanket being put around my shoulders. I woke up began to cry, but a good cry with overwhelming emotions. I have written this post because this sort of thing has never ever happened to me.
I'm a little bit freaked out but also curious to know if this is because I am allowing my mind to be opened up more? Has anyone else noticed this dream connection? Placebo effect? Cause this stuff is crazy!
Thankyou for the read <3
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2023.03.28 10:37 diary1998 Loneliness March 28

Woke up happy taking to my guy from class.. but he said he would have sex with me, and I said I’d need money for that (I’d never whore myself out, said it spitefully). I said there would be no way I’d be happy having sex with him without compensation and he said he wanted a break. So I told him no break he’s blocked. Men really think cat is something they can scam. I was really mad about it most the day.
I was sad, lonely, and anxious till 5 o’clock despite relaxing and looking for things to make me happy. I started working on homework like mad to finish deadlines at 11:59. I did well and focusing on school made my anxiousness go away. Trying to make myself happy makes me anxious. Doing good things makes me happy.
I changed my number and filled in my nails - it was a prompting from God. I unshared my location with hector which probably messed it all up.. cause it sends a notification # just unshared location. I’ll change the number again if needed.
I remembered the past where my parents once made me a maid and exploited me and I knew no life outside my house. My crush was the one who rescued me and rented a room for me. Which I later came to find out he couldn’t afford.. and I left it only maybe 2 - 4 weeks later to go back to college funded by my parents. Wooowww.. yea I was bad. And then a year later he moved up to be near my college. I betrayed him by saying we would never get that serious when that was what he expected moving up there and dropping out.. it’s a romantic story. I sabotaged us just because I wanted to date other guys.. that deeply hurt him and changed him. I cried for an hour about the guilt I have for hurting him how I did. It just wasn’t meant for us.. but we kept both building a relationship and pushing eachother away via betrayal. He kept shutting me out and betraying me deeply. He was unrecognizable in no time.. he had a lot of casual sex, I don’t consent till marriage.. yes I sabotaged us .. I cry about it. And I realize how wrong I was now.. to be such a bad person to take so much from someone and then look around for better. I’m changing.
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2023.03.28 10:37 Angel466 [Life Of Emeron] We Plan, Gods Laugh - Part 55

PART FIFTY-FIVE
[Previous Part] [Beginning]
I FUCKING HATE THE FUCKING COLD!!!
After five days of travelling in this manner, a tiny part of my brain was almost willing to throw up its hands and say, ‘Fuck it – let ’em have the stupid copper mines,’ but I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t do it. It didn’t matter if I never thawed out again. The Consitors weren’t getting their grubby little mitts on the empire. They messed up their own land, and they weren’t coming here to mess up ours.
No. Fuck, no. Hell to the fuck no. But fuuuuuuuck, I hate the cold!
It didn’t get much warmer when we reached the coast, either. Sheets of ice clung to every ridge, and the snow might’ve only gone halfway up the shins of our horses as opposed to the knee, but overall, it wasn’t much of a concession.
At least our horses had figured out that by the end of the day, they’d be inside our dome with us. And on top of the warm space, we had plenty of food for them, courtesy of the imperial palace, which meant they were probably eating better than they ever had.
The first two days had been a matter of following Milo’s lead toward the coast. After that, I dropped back, and Thalien took my place beside Milo as Polly reached out with constant course corrections based on where the Consitor ship seemed to be heading. Only once did we have to double back half a day when apparently something made the boat do a tight U-shape manoeuvre in open water. At the time, I had grumpily vocalised if it was too much to ask for a dozen sea dragons to eat them and be done with this for good, but Polly informed us on the subsequent correction that they were still inbound, which made us keep going.
Harmony, of course, had reminded me over dinner that night that if the sea dragons had managed to devour the ship (and not perished under their hideous nine-gun barrage), our entire journey from the gateway would be for nothing, and that would’ve made me even crankier.
She was right. I would’ve raged for days if we went through all of this only for a dragon or ten to beat me to our target, though if I was speaking honestly, it wouldn’t be the first time in our careers as adventurers.
By the morning of day five, we were in position on a coastal precipice overlooking what would have been a pretty bay in summer, but right now, it reminded me of a partially frozen drink I’d once had in the far northern provinces. The deep blue in the middle was a nice touch.
As soon as we arrived, we reached out to Polly and discovered that due to the shallows and the Consitors’ unfamiliarity with the underwater terrain, we were more than a full day ahead of them.
This close to the shore, Polly strongly recommended against setting up Thalien’s dome for warmth. She had explained that even though the Consitors didn’t have access to her scrying (she called it a work-net or something, but I was sticking to the term I understood best), they still had powerful spyglasses that could see far beyond what our captain’s spyglasses could see; by a ridiculous multiplier.
For the same reason, we couldn’t make a fire either, so last night, we ate whatever dry foods I had that were ready to eat (smothering dates in honey was one of the ways I made it barely tolerable) while huddling inside a canopy that Tarq and Milo had spent the day pulling together for us. A wind break at best, and one that didn’t fit our horses.
Hence, my really, really delightful mood this morning.
By the time dawn broke, despite the extra blankets and comforters, I was ready to kill everything that breathed my air. My muscles had seized up countless times through the night, and my bones constantly ached, all of which reminded me that I hadn’t died … yet.
“Emeron, you know I love you to bits,” Milo hedged after I tied my hood to the point I couldn’t see anything through the fur. He hooked both pointer fingers into the fur and worked the gap until it opened wide enough that I could see … some of his face. “But I swear if you don’t stop belly-aching about the cold, I will wring your neck and take my chances with your son’s wrath.”
Tarq snorted long and slow, making him look like an irked bull. I read a lot into that snort. It was his way of silently saying that while he didn’t necessarily agree with Milo’s threat and certainly wouldn’t permit it to reach fruition, he too was fed up with my vocal displeasure.
Frustrated at all of them, I dusted the snow from my jacket and stomped over to the horses, and together we stamped our feet and bumped our gums in noisy commiseration of ourselves.
“I’ve just figured you out, Uncle Em,” Harmony said a short time later. I shot her a dirty look that she probably didn’t see through the tiny gap after I’d retightened my hood string. Either way, she kept going. “I always thought you cooked because you loved to cook.”
“I do.”
“But you also love the warmth that the fire gives off more. You get to spend hours staying toasty warm. Even in the desert, it still gets cold at night.”
I hunched my shoulders and rubbed my fur-covered hands. “I’m beginning to think I’ll never get warm again.”
“You can thaw out once we go underground, Uncle Em.”
When we faced off with Augustin Morales and the rest of his Consitor insurgents. That had my blood heating for an entirely different reason.
My friends took turns coming over to keep me company, probably to make sure I hadn’t turned into an ice block when they weren’t looking. They did their best to keep me distracted, reminding me of some of the ridiculous close calls we’d found ourselves in that thankfully NEVER made it into Lanna’s songs.
Like the time we went after a black dragon that had supposedly been terrorising a community in the swamps of the mid-east. We found it. It was on its side with its back to us, and while Thalien neutralised its magic, we had positioned ourselves to attack from all sides. Tarq and Milo had gone frontal, and I was up on a ridge behind its back with my sword pointing downwards. The girls were ready to keep it distracted.
It was a perfect plan, with one minor exception: the damn thing had died of old age at least two weeks earlier. And when we ruptured its bloated body, it exploded like a volcano, covering us in rotting guts and an avalanche of rats that were not happy we’d disturbed their feast.
We laughed later. A lot later. Fifty million baths and just as many drinks later.
There were a lot of stories like that, many of which I’d deliberately chosen not to remember.
Four long hours later, Thalien rushed over to me, followed by everyone else. “Polly says they’re in range!”
“FINALLY!” I groused, making my way to the lookout that gave us a clear view of the bay below.
Sure enough, about half a mile past the mouth of the bay, the ship that had been about two feet long in Polly’s rendition was terrifyingly bigger in real life. Tarq handed me a spyglass, and by magnifying things, I could see what Polly was talking about in terms of age. The thing was massive and made of metal, but how it had made it across an ocean had me scratching my head. There weren’t holes per se in the hull, but the metal (something we didn’t use on ships) had rust lines over six feet wide and several yards long. Iron that badly rusted meant the pressure of a finger in the central mass would have it caving in. I could only assume some level of magic was holding it together.
As far as I was concerned, they were close enough.
I handed Tarq back the spyglass, raised my hand as high as it would reach, and then dropped it forward to point at the ship I wanted destroyed, just as Polly had instructed.
And a grand total of nothing happened.
I waited, glancing back now and then at the mountain behind me, thinking that perhaps Polly and I had misunderstood each other, and she thought my gesture was to unveil that spinning turtle shell weapon.
“Something was supposed to happen, right?” Shay-Lee asked, moving up on my right.
“Supposedly,” I said, fighting the fear and rage that had my heart climbing into my throat as the ship cruised through the mouth of the bay. We were too far away, and it was too big. I could now see the people on the top deck scurrying like ants. I’d sent the elven troops north in preparation of digging out Morales, assuming whatever Polly had planned here would work.
That assumption would get all those soldiers killed, as these Consitors would move up from the south and catch them in a pincer movement with their guns. If we were down on the ground, we might be able to take them out in a similar manoeuvre to what they’d done to my great-grandfather’s travelcade, but up here, we were woefully out of position.
I whirled on Thalien, but he was already gesturing to reach Polly in a scry. I knew the gestures. I’d seen them often enough. Not enough that I’d be willing to try them myself, but enough to recognise them when he did it. And it was just as clear he wasn’t getting through.
“Could Polly be compromised?” Harmony asked.
Lanna, Tarq and I all shook our heads. “No chance,” I decreed, not knowing how I knew that but knowing it was true nonetheless.
“I don’t understand what could be blocking a scry,” Milo frowned.
I didn’t, either. What was the point of making it to this exact spot if all I could do was stand there and watch the Consitors land?
It gutted me to see the ship clear the mouth and release the massive anchor attached to the ship’s nose, having it splash into the water. The whirring of the equally impressive-sized chain as it raced through the hole behind where the anchor had been was just as crushing.
“Damn you, Polly,” I whispered, earning similar sentiments from my friends. After everything we’ve been through…
“Emeron, I’ve got her,” Thalien said, but quite frankly, it was too little, too late.
Which was why my response was distinctly un-emperor-ish. “What the fuck, Polly?!” I snarled, not roaring at the top of my lungs just in case, like their super spyglasses, they had some means to hear me from where they were anchored.
“With all due respect, sir, there is no need to be so vulgar.”
I gestured towards the bay behind the empty room in the scry … the bay in front of me, knowing Acropolis wouldn’t see what I was looking at. At least, not through this particular scry. “Are you kidding me?!” I growled, about half a second from losing my absolute mind at the ancient structure at the heart of our people.
“I’m waiting for your order, sir.”
My brain exploded in an instant headache. “I gave that order fifteen minutes ago!” I raged, no longer caring that I was shouting. “You should have already been doing your rod of god thing!”
“Oh, that was you?” she asked, and I swear I heard a condescension in her tone I hadn’t heard in a long time where my old tutors were concerned. “I couldn’t be sure.”
And it suddenly dawned on me what she was pushing for. “You don’t … seriously … expect me to strip from the waist up so that you can see the brand on my shoulder when I make the gesture?!” My tone was so low and lethal even Tarq gave me a cautious side-eye. And he had every reason to be fearful, for I was absolutely going to kill someone over this. I really, really was. How many were still up for debate, but my starting point was triple figures. Or maybe I’d settle for just one cold-hearted bitch from ancient times. “I hate the fucking cold!”
“Sir, you’re running out of time,” Acropolis argued, and leaning to one side, I saw around Thalien’s scry to see that smaller boats were indeed being lowered into the water.
I guess I was about to find out if blind fury was a good substitute for warm clothing. And if I died, I vowed to make it my mission to haunt Polly until the end of fucking time!
“Everybody, please step away from the Shadow President,” Polly said. “At least ten paces.”
I had no idea why, nor did I care. It was taking everything I had to force myself through the unwilling step of disrobing in this god-forsaken climate! My fingers shook as I picked at the ties until I had the ones that held my hood in place undone. Then I loosened the ties that held the fur jacket against my shirt and grabbed a fistful of fur and fabric at the base of my neck. From there, I took several deep, steadying breaths, silently counting on each exhale until I reached the magical ‘three’. Then, before I could talk myself out of it, I hauled it all forward, making sure my shirt and the slatted eyewear came with it.
The cold slammed into my torso on all sides, and as much as I wanted to press the fur against my chest, I wasn’t willing to risk needing to do this a second time. If Polly required to see this damned brand, she would see ALL of it once and once only! I tossed the jacket to the ground and fisted my hands, willing the breath frozen in my lungs to move, if only to stop my teeth from chattering.
“Be Emperor Ronan, once last time, sir!” Polly shouted. “And lose the gloves!”
I was too far into hypothermia to ask why the gloves had to come off. I was already dying, so what difference would it make if my fingers snap-froze too? I gritted my teeth to keep them still and snatched the gloves off, letting them fall to the pile at my feet.
Be Emperor Ronan…be Emperor Ronan… I mentally chanted, knowing exactly what she wanted me to do—what I had to do, even though that and what I wanted to do were at opposite ends of the spectrum.
I straightened, digging into reserves I hadn’t needed in a long time. My shoulders went up and back, and my chin lifted into the stance that had been minted on coins. I glared at the invaders with everything I had left in me, and then my hand went over my head, my fingers straight like I was about to give the order to advance. I stayed like that for a second or two longer than I should have until I vaguely remembered there was a second part to this move.
Ahhh….y-y-y-yes….
I locked my elbow in place and rolled my shoulder to drop my hand forward. This time, my fingers pointed hatefully at the invaders, wishing I had the means to shoot them all dead instead of merely pointing at them.
High above, a glow appeared behind the clouds, growing brighter and brighter until fire burst through the bottom layer, hurtling towards the ship. I couldn’t lift my eyes, for they were too cold to look up. They merely glared at the invaders, burning with the depths of my hatred.
People screamed. I heard them scream from where I stood, probably because they knew what was happening better than I did. In the following seconds, the long fire streak pierced through the clouds and slammed into the vessel's centre, bending it in half with an explosion that rivalled any volcano eruption. As the air and water coiled, I saw the ship was already gone, driven beneath the waves and into the ocean floor by the force of the impact.
My hand fell to my side, and I was too cold to do anything but stare at the rolling cloud that was fast approaching me. I couldn’t change my focus or expression as much as I wanted to. I wanted to watch my imminent death coming at me, but my gaze was locked on the strike point and the subsequent white explosions surging from beneath the waves. Those weren’t light weapons being triggered. They were more … boom-ish.
The water over the wreck reached higher and higher with each new explosion, but the rolling wave of air coming at me was levelling everything in its path. Trees were flattened. Sand was collected. I’d been caught in sandstorms before, and I knew this would be so much worse than that. I almost laughed at myself when I realised I wouldn’t be cold for much longer since the dead didn’t feel the cold.
It broke the edge of the precipice before me, but something happened to the air before my eyes as it reached me. I watched as tiny, almost invisible pinhead-sized dust particles interlocked across my skin, holding me in place and somehow warming me simultaneously. My sigh of sheer delight as the rolling wave slammed into me and passed by without moving so much as a hair on my arm had me relaxing where I stood, even going as far as to smile.
Then, I lowered my head marginally and turned slightly to look at my friends over my shoulder.
“It is done,” I declared in vindication, not knowing how … not caring how Polly had pulled off the protective suit I never wanted to lose. I’d thought the elven fur was warm, but these near-invisible dots were heated somehow, and I always wanted to keep it with me. If I could, I’d never be cold again!
My friends had all been flattened and driven over thirty yards away, but we’d been doing these things like this a long time, and they were already scrambling to their feet; their expressions unified in their shock at what had happened. At me!
Then, of course, my protective shield disappeared as fast as it came, and the cold that crushed against me was strangely mitigated by what felt like fire licking from my left shoulder into my head. The combination of the two left me unable to cope, and I fell to my knees and then to my side in a bone-jarring shudder that I couldn’t control.
“EMERON!” they shouted, racing towards me as my vision warped and went black.
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2023.03.28 10:36 Dreadedsoap Divine bracket=smurf city?

Just reached divine 1 and didnt take me long to start not enjoying the game. Nearly every game in this bracket has a last pick smurf my team or the enemy its very up and down how did you guys leave this bracket?
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2023.03.28 10:36 ShashankGK6969 Is rapido vs auto drivers has began in Mysuru too??.

I traveled from subar bus stand to kamakshi hospital road and returned via same route on rapido, the driver asked me to check if there are more number of auto drivers if yes to come to post office circle, and later while returning the rapido guy dropped me opposite to the bus stand near Lalita jewels . I asked both of em they answered they don't want to take any risk .
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2023.03.28 10:35 _unconventional_oven Another summer sublet seeker

Hi! I’m a student at UC Berkeley coming to NYC for the summer. I’ll be working near Rockefeller Center but am chill with anything less than 30 min commute. I’m also super flexible on living arrangements (single, double) as long as all roommates are female! My budget is around 1.8k but let me know if you have anything pls
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2023.03.28 10:34 VColyness Unpopular Opinion: X Update stole my wife and child

This is by far the worst decision Supercell has ever made. The dev team has lost all sense of sense and I am absolutely appalled.
The X update quite literally takes X mechanic and changes it completely. I don’t know why they changed it the way they did, but they completely flipped the concept around and makes me hate it. I’m not gonna play some stupid game when everything is always changing every two years and I have to relearn how to tie my shoes!!
Additionally, X card added in X update is completely running the Meta with no end in sight unless it is completely reverted. The thought process behind X card had to have been “how can we completely screw up the gameplay and make this experience as terrible as possible?” I just can’t believe it. I’m not gonna play some stupid game I can’t win by using Pekka Double Prince like I have been for the last five years!!
That’s not all though, today they added a new special offer that sells 2 fire spirits for $12, which is $1 more than it usually is!! I’m gonna completely lose it, this is just criminal!! I’m not gonna play some stupid game when I’m getting scammed for something I wouldn’t even buy otherwise!!
And don’t even get me STARTED on the new X Clan Feature, I hate having to do new things with my friends it just sucks. I’m not gonna play some stupid game when I have to play with my friends.
The X Update is the final nail in the coffin for Clash Royale. This is by far the worst thing that has ever happened to the game. I don't even know why supercell thought this was a good idea. For some reason they all love him and it seems like I'm the only one who hates him. I absolutely loathe the sight of him, much more the mention of his name, and coincidentally they placed him at a desk in perfect view from mine.
I stare at the back of his head from across the office, sweat beading on my forehead from holding my breath for so long. It's been weeks since he began the training process and now he's been working here full-time for the past few days. Unbelievable. All my coworkers and bosses are head over heels in love with him. They used to all talk to me. I used to be the one they wanted to hang out with after work, the one they wanted to spend their lunch break with, the one they name their infant children after. Now, it's all about X Update. What do they even see in him? Everything terrible about him is clearly written all over that smug looking face of his. He isn't a victory for player progress, he doesn't improve QOL, he doesn't shake up the gameplay in a positive way; he's a cowardly snake who rose to the top of the corporate ladder using nothing other than cheap lies.
My coworkers surround his desk now all having a huge group conversation. Look at them all, a bunch of useless piles of trash taking up space in this cruel world we share. X Update turns to many of them, trying to make sure he talks to everyone. For a split second, he turns to someone, and our eyes lock. Just for a moment. In that moment, I see a flash of something behind his eyes. But it ends as soon as it happens.
Finally, the work day comes to a close. The sun has already begun to go down outside. I pack up my belongings, shut off my computer, and head off. Outside, a crisp breeze blows past me, my surroundings beginning to become darker with every passing minute. I get to a bus stop and sit down, waiting for around 20 minutes, before one finally shows up. The doors open, and before I can get on, the driver turns the bus off and walks out.
"Out of service" she gloomily says as she walks past me.
Beta Minions think, slang we use around the office. Now I have to walk.
It's peaceful out here. The night is just getting started.
But then, I hear it. The loud roaring of a sports car approaching from behind. The closer it gets, however, the more the car slows down, until eventually it comes to a complete stop behind me. I stop and turn around, only to be greeted with a horrifying sight. In the drivers seat of the ford Mustang, sits none other than X Update. He steps out of the car and begins to walk towards me.
"I heard what you said about me," he growls, "Drew told me. How I'm some 'terrible' idiot who doesn't deserve his job. Just who the hell do you think you are?"
I don't know what to say. All this time, I wanted to confront X Update, to tell him everything I think about him. I didn't expect he already knew I hated him, nor that he knew exactly why. I especially wasn't ready for it right now. Damnit, Drew!!
"I-I'm not wrong, you are terrible for-"
"You're sticking to that word," X Update cuts me off, "'terrible', huh? You really think I'm that kinda guy? Haha. If only you knew. That doesn't even begin to describe me. For my entire life, the demons that have haunted my very soul have laid restless awaiting their chance to finally emerge. They have been passengers viewing God's gift of life from inside my body, all for the chance to be unleashed upon anyone who dares to cross me. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, I experience the agonizing pain it takes to seal these monsters, but now, their time has come. You want me to be terrible? Fine, I'll show you terrible."
He walks back to his car, gets in, and drives off into the sunset, which has burnt the sky with a deep red-orange. I'm barely able to process what just happened. I continue on my way home.
I arrive by the time the sky has turned a pitch black save for the light pollution blanketing the sky. As I walk up to the house, however, things immediately seem off. The front door had been left wide open and all the lights are off. I run inside to find the entire place had been completely trashed. Furniture ripped and smashed, holes in the walls, and anything valuable far beyond repair. I shout out to my wife and son, yet hear no response. I stumble into the living room only to find a piece of paper neatly placed on the still intact coffee table. I pick up the paper and discover it is a note which reads: ”If you want them, come get them. No cops. -X"
I reach X Update's skyrise deluxe apartment in the city. Of course a pretentious piece of trash lives in a place like this. I bust down the door, ready to fight for mine and my family's lives, only to see X Update watching TV on the couch, his arm around my wife and my son in his lap. I get no reaction from them. I look at my wife.
"L-Louise?" I manage to stutter.
She turns her head to look at me briefly before turning back. "Oh, hey."
"Come on, let's go-"
"No, we're okay. X Update is being so loving that I think I want a divorce."
What? Wait, what did she just say? 28 years together just for her to suddenly now want a divorce out of nowhere? We've been together since high school! We went to college together, moved to Finland together, and this is how it all ends?
"What are you talking about? We're leaving now-" I try to say.
"Daddy be quiet! X Update is watching Back at the Barnyard with me and you're being loud. You never do. I don't wanna go home anymore."
I can't believe what I'm hearing. Sure, I'm not always there for my child, but we do spend a lot of time together! Why on earth does he hate me now? I stand there for a moment, in complete shock. What is going on?
X Update then turns his head to look on me, a horrifying, disgusting grin on his horrible face. He doesn't look away. He stares into my eyes and I stare back. I'm reminded of that afternoon, we locked eyes then too, just for a moment. But now, neither of us look away. We stare coldly into each others souls. What could Supercell have possibly seen in him that made them want him so bad? Why does everyone suddenly love him so much? How could a company that cared so much about its properties allow X Update to come from no where and completely ruin one of them?
Then it hit me. The reason it seems like Supercell is allowing X Update to get away with everything is because they actually want him to ruin the game. Of course. The property was never meant to last, its based purely on a concept with very little room for variety and little room to add onto and expand. After so long, the people who work with this property have been getting bored by the stale, repetitive systems at play. Of course they have, It's been nearly seven years since the property opened up. But what I've failed to realize is that this can't be something exclusive to the customers, but is experienced by the developers too! Working on the same things year after year has to be exhausting. They feel like they're at a dead end with no where left to go. They so desperately want to work on something else, especially the other properties which by design are significantly more interesting and engaging than this one. But they can't! The past success of this property has set the bar so high that they practically have no other choice but to continue strangling their customers for every last penny against their will! They want nothing more than to quit, but they're stuck. So their solution was to bring on this obviously destructive and unpredictable recruit, shoot him to the top so he could hire others like him, until they inevitably burn the entire thing to the ground.
It's not like they have any other option either. Despite this property receiving such little traffic compared to what it used to, there are still large numbers of people supporting the property. They want it to succeed and genuinely enjoy what it has to offer. If Supercell shut it down right now, they'd be met with outrage so severe that it could possibly reignite its former customer base to rally against Supercell and practically force them to keep the property open! And then, the employees would continue suffering for long after. But if they were to slowly but surely ensure that people begin to exit out of the property faster out of hatred for what the game has become, it limits the remaining days of the property's existence to become smaller and smaller, all the while managing to maximize its profit while they still can by practically convincing people to spend more money. It's genius.
I remember coming across the property for the first time. I was much younger and had no developer experience. I loved what I saw and thought the absolute world of it. I had so many good times with it. I cherish those fond memories and hold them close to my heart. It doesn't matter how much X Update takes away from me on Supercell's behalf. I will always have those memories of the good days. Even if the property gets shut down now, at least I can remember the feelings from those days and smile. It was a good run, but now it's time for me to move on. I still have so much life left to live on this planet, I should be looking at new things, having new experiences, meeting new people! Not holding on to a sinking ship.
I smile at X Update. A genuine, heartfelt smile. He can take my family, my friends, my work; but he'll never take my memories.
"Goodbye," I say.
And the Pass Royale features are absolutely horrible. I hate how they took out the free X reward that requires a lot of playtime to earn and put it in the paid pass. What absurdity. I'm not gonna play some stupid game when the developers are almost begging me to give them their money!!
Dead game, I hate Supercell, I'm never playing this game again. I had fun while it lasted.
Edit: I've been bored at work, I'll probably go back on just to see what's new, maybe play a few matches. But I'm definitely not coming back-full time.
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2023.03.28 10:31 phantomspirit9 My neglectful parents have ignored the many things wrong with my brother and I’m worried for him

My little brother is 14 and in 8th grade. He was homeschooled his entire life prior to starting school this year, which my parents decided was the proper time to start “socializing” him. (At 14…?)
When he was homeschooled, it was really just isolation from the world. He had no friends, very few people he knew. For more background information. I’m the oldest (17), I have a younger sister (16), I was in public school until 2nd grade, then homeschooled and returned to school in 9th grade. She was homeschooled her whole life and started school in 8th grade.
My mom was not qualified to be a teacher. Her methods of teaching often just involved sitting us in front of a computer and making us do IXL problems all day, and making us read straight out of a history textbook with no further insight into anything we were supposed to be learning.
Once I started going to high school, she really began to get lazy about it. At this point, my brother was 10 and in 5th grade, and my parents couldn’t care less that he was barely literate. His days were all the same, weekends and weekdays, summer or not: wake up late, around 10-11 am (in his filthy room, which I will get to), go downstairs to the study and sit in front of the computer for IXL problems, if our mom wasn’t in the room he would procrastinate by watching YouTube videos, but either way, spend essentially the entire day sitting in front of the computer (because every day when I got home, he would be on it and my mom would be telling him to finish his IXL work, and often he would still be on it until 8 or 9 at night.) Then he would fall asleep and repeat the same day tomorrow. I wish I would have brought it up to someone then because that is a horrible life for a 10 year old to lead. He did not know ANYONE his age. His days were so repetitive and so mundane, it really does hurt to think about. He was so isolated.
When me and my sister both started going to school, of course it was even worse for him because then he was truly all alone.
Health-wise, he is horrible.
One of the main issues is that he still defecates and pees himself unintentionally. He often defecates himself in his own sleep and wakes up in it. I know for a fact he still does it because I do the laundry. And his room smells like it all the time. My parents, do they consult a doctor? Do they have ANY CONCERNS as to WHY a 14-year-old might still have this happening to himself??? No!! They just yell at him, tell him it’s disgusting and that he needs to stop. Well, I don’t think he CAN stop, because I don’t think he is intentionally doing it.
So now he is in school. Finally, at the age of 14,he has some structure to his life and is surrounded by people his own age. He still doesn’t have any friends and I have reason to believe he may be getting picked on. It would make sense considering that he doesn’t know how to take care of himself and often smells vaguely of feces. I just want to help him, I always have, but I have never known how. He is so depressed and it is so clear. Also, I don’t know if I mentioned, but when we were younger (in elementary school) me and my siblings BEGGED to go to public school, because we could recognize that we would be better off surrounded by other children our own age and under a curriculum that actually has some idea what it’s teaching!!!!!
He doesn’t eat healthy food either. Our parents let him eat pizza all day every day. He only ever eats junk food.
My brother is 14, he’s depressed and he still poops himself. He pulls all-nighters nearly every night and he lives in filth. He’s in shock to finally be in school after he was isolated from others for years. I want to help him but I don’t know how.
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2023.03.28 10:29 Ergov_n Should I find a new job?

I started working for a single father and his 8 month old now year old baby almost 5 months ago. I would have rather not have taken a job with a baby, but the pay was good and it was part time. The job consists of caretaking the baby, cleaning, taking care and sometimes feeding his pets and working on the dad’s personal art projects. The parents are separated and they exchange the baby 3+ days a week. The baby does not use pacifiers, and the parents did not sleep train him properly. It is hard to keep a consistent schedule with the baby because the parents do not keep a consistent schedule. Which makes my job difficult and my week unplanned. The father works from home and is somewhat nit picky. I feel like I am constantly being watched because it is an apartment. He is constantly popping up, nitpicking, questioning me and interfering with my job. For example coming in when we are playing, always coming in when the baby starts to fuss. Takes him and then tries to get him to nap, or feed, or change him. I assist and offer that I can do it, but he declines. I had to feed the baby and the Dad was working by the kitchen, the baby started fussing because of separation anxiety so I pick him up and go over near the Dad and reassure the baby. The dad seems to get upset and tells me to keep feeding him. After eating I take him to play in his room and the dad comes back in saying to keep feeding him even when he is fussing. Even though there were time when the baby did fuss he told me to try later. Which gave me mixed signals. He also always pays me late and my hours are starting to decrease. For the past 4 weeks I haven’t worked Fridays. I send him my hours Friday. Every other week we agreed for me to be payed Friday. I expect it to be there at least Saturday morning. I have woken up the past 5 months having to text him in the morning or even til 2 or 3 about my pay. I do have limited experience with babies. This is my second nanny job. I only started nannying last June. I am already looking for a new job, but I don’t know if my concerns are valid. Should I look for a new job?
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2023.03.28 10:28 Earth_wind_chad I found a picture of younger me

I found a picture of my younger self in I believe elementary school on the fridge. I got a chance to look at the kid who had never seen or heard of pornography, who hadn’t been exposed to the disgusting world, and who still had his innocence. His face was vibrant and full of life, which is almost a polar opposite description now. It nearly brought me to tears to know where life has taken him.
Everyday I will fight for that boy.
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2023.03.28 10:28 pineapple_not_fruit Some advice I wish I knew when I was younger

So I am just gonna hop right into it since it is 3 am and I am super busy later today and idk if ill ever be on reddit ever again lol. Also there will not be a TLDR.
So basically the top couple of things I wish I knew was that repentance is not telling God what your sins are but rather an agreeance with how bad they are and that you want to stop sinning. As well as to have these mistakes and stumbles ultimately help glorify his name whether that be by it being in your testimony or going up to another believer and telling him your struggles and it encouraging him to do the same. (James 5 I dont like to quote the exact verse bc then you wouldn't open your bible to read it)
Next discipleship is incredibly important for younger believers not necessarily new to the faith but rather someone that wants to actually understand the word and learn how to read it. Basically just get a better understanding of how to be faithful. I go through a book of the bible with the person discipling me (Ezekiel) and has shown me that the OT has so much to offer us in present day as well as how to notice things that I would have not noticed. Also discipleship is not just a 1 on 1 bible study or 1 on 2 but you are wanting to imitate their faith and life so you want to be intertwined with that more mature believer. Example I call my guy and text him to update him on what's going on in my life like I had a friend commit suicide and he was like the third person to know would have been the first but he was in class, and he was just there to help me through it.
Another thing I learned was do not be afraid to study other religions/false gospel. I have studied Mormonism, Jehovah Witness, The little god complex, Masonry, Paganism, and more. This stuff is not scary to learn about the only thing you have to do when you read it is make sure you keep a more heavy balance in the Bible rather than absorbed in the false religion (I am guilty of studying the BoM more than the Bible not anymore but I was). Most importantly learn why they believe and then learn why it is wrong. BACK IT UP BIBLICALLY
For some of yall still struggling with porn and havent said it yet the stat is 9/10 guys struggle with porn so when you bring it up to your friends nearly all of them have the same struggle and are just waiting for one person to say it so do not be afraid to say it. Kinda funny I mention this one cause I am that 1/10 lol my struggle is my mouth like I say some super bad stuff and just being mean and not that compassionate.
Also as a guy its like weird if you journal but holy crap it is so helpful when you journal and read the Bible at the same time as you journal. That way if youre like me and are scatter brained you can refer to your notes and have even deeper conversations rather than hop from topic to topic. Also quiet times with the Lord is so much more than just read bible and pray it can be like go on a walk in the middle of nowhere and just talk and pray to God.
Friendships you need at least 2 people that will not be afraid to call you out for being unbiblical and un Christlike. Do not run from convictions but embrace them. I hate that feeling of conviction but it is always for the better to be convicted so that way you know what you did wrong and why you should not do it again and whats the gameplan.
Last thing is when worshipping make sure you are not chasing after a feeling. A lot of worship makes you have this feeling which is great it is a real chance it is the spirit, but remember that feelings are deceitful (Jeremiah 17) so make sure you're not searching for a feeling or a spiritual buzz. Rather you're worshipping the Creator of the world and universe focus on that not that spiritual buzz.

I hope this advice I have learned helps someone out there. The most important advice I can give is ALWAYS BACK IT UP BIBLICALLY.
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2023.03.28 10:23 Common-Material9505 AuADHD? Want to know how to get help for this issue.

Hi! I just want to do a lil disclaimer here.
*I'm not asking whether I'm autistic. I'm asking whether anyone (either ADHD or AuADHD) has had a similar issue and through which diagnosis they got help.
This is so I can get an idea of whether an Au diagnosis is worth pursuing or if the ADHD one will get me good enough help.*
Okay so, story time. Basically since I was a kid someone has thought I was autistic. This includes: 'my sister who studied child development and worked with Autistic, ADHD and diagnosed Psychopath kids', 'my diagnosed autistic friend', 'my other friend who has a chromosomal disorder that behaves similar to autism on the cognitive side', 'all them damn kids that bullied me for being weird'/jk lol
All this to say, I have sufficient confidence that if I went for an Au diagnosis, I'd get it. Like, I'm fairly sure it's there. I think the only reason my psychiatrist hasn't pushed for it yet is the same reason I haven't.
Getting a diagnosis for Au, as a 20 yo that has needed minimal support until now... well it's not easy. Don't get me wrong, it's affected me a lot, it shapes me, but I can sorta adapt well enough that I get by. The ADHD meds got me back to a functional person when that went to shit at the start of uni.
So, why am I here? Well, that 'functional person' thing is pretty fragile, it can and does get thrown off by Au symptoms quite often. That's why I'm asking whether [the stuff I'm about to talk about] needs an Au diagnosis to get treatment or if I can manage by uh... stretching the ADHD one.
-Generally crowds are a big no. Like, not "panic attack the second I'm in a crowd" bad but more "I would do almost anything to avoid the crowd, I'm uncomfortable while in it, it takes a crapton of willpower to get myself in it and I have to recover form it for hours later" bad. Oh and I do get panic attacks if I feel I stand out.
-Noises, textures etc... but that can also be ADHD, I just haven't seen any way to get help with it through ADHD therapy stuff.
-Changes, do not handle them well. In fact I do not handle them. Let's just say when I moved places for uni I almost died :D (I'm okay now dw).
This one is the one that pushed me to this. Yesterday, for some godforsaken reason, my metro line switched sides. This meant the entire station was mirrored from my pov. Immediately started tearing, got super freaked, thought I was dying etc... Then I realised what had happened and I managed to compose myself enough to walk to the other side. Once I was on the other side I was fine, though shaken up.
Now that, that's shit, and I don't know how to handle it. For the other stuff I have strategies that sort of work well enough, that thing ended me though and I have no clue how to soften it.
The crowd thing: I just avoid them when I can and use strategies to soothe myself when I can't.
Noise/texture: same stuff, avoid when I can and soothe when I can't.
Changes: My soothing strategies don't work for that, and there's some very big changes I cannot avoid (like moving for uni or the meteo randomly changing sides). For those I'm basically f'ed 😅. And I would like not to be, therefore: therapy!
In fact some of my soothing strategies are based on routines, looking at you "always orders the same thing in restaurants and has the same breakfast for 6 months straight, if I don't have it I just skip breakfast". Like, what if those restaurants stop having those dishes? Or the supermarket near me stops selling my designated breakfast... I need some way to deal with it.
The question I'm asking is: therapy for adhd, or I get an au diagnosis and get au therapy? How effective will each be? And how hard was it to get an au diagnosis as an adult?
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2023.03.28 10:22 LeChat_Perlipopette [Learnpython] sqlite3. Operational Error : near \ »)\ »: erreur de syntaxe

sans crochets autour de ship1,ship2....
 sql = 'SELECT ship1,ship2,ship3,ship4,ship5 FROM SHIPS WHERE playerid = {}'.format(playerid) #outputSQL(SQL) savedShipRows = returnSQL(sql) 
J’obtiens cette erreur :
 Fichier « main.py », ligne 307, dans placeshipsDB savedShipRows = returnSQL(sql) Fichier « main.py », ligne 49, en retourSQL cursor.execute(sql) sqlite3. Operational Error : near « ) » : erreur de syntaxe 
avec des crochets autour de ship1,ship2....
J’obtiens cette erreur :
 Fichier « main.py », ligne 307, dans placeshipsDB savedShipRows = returnSQL(sql) Fichier « main.py », ligne 49, en retourSQL cursor.execute(sql) sqlite3. Operational Error : valeur de ligne mal utilisée  
Ensuite, si je me débarrasse à nouveau des crochets, cela fonctionne... Mais alors le même morceau de code doit fonctionner à nouveau pour le joueur 2 et la même chose se produit.
cela fonctionnait parfaitement bien lorsque ma base de données contenait des données, mais maintenant que j’ai créé une nouvelle base de données, cela se produit
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2023.03.28 10:22 dogseatingbees Struggling with neighbors two children

I honestly feel so petty complaining about this but the kids that live in the apartment above us have been causing me so much anxiety and I need to vent a little bit to some internet strangers.
I don't hate kids, but I also don't want strangers children to constantly be interrupting my peace and quiet in my life. The main issue I have is that I genuinely don't feel like I have any privacy in my home. We have a shared back yard and the kids are constantly walking up to our back windows and looking into our home. This is extremely frustrating because it's basically the only source of light we have as a lot of our windows are tiny and in full shadow, so I obviously don't want to keep our curtains closed just to avoid them looking in. It also always startles my dog as she often hangs out around that part of the house and always sends her into a bit of a fit of barking and wanting to see what is going on which is super stressful for us as well. Our front door is also annoyingly in the center of all the main things of the entire house like the mail box, the garbage bin storage, the drive way and hose. It feels like they are constantly hanging out in front of our front door and walking by our windows while their front door and windows are in a more private area of the home that my partner and I literally never go. I just find it super unfair that we don't get any area of the outside of the home that can be entirely ours to hang out in without them walking by.
Today though, the reason I needed to vent, was because one of their kids messed around with one of our outdoor cameras as well as broke a part of the fence near our front door. I can see him walking up to my camera and messing around with it, twisting it upside down and then facing it up to the sky. I'm extremely frustrated by this because it's just another way that this family has made me feel like I do not have any privacy in my home because these cameras are the only personal thing we own that we keep outside and that too is now being messed with by these kids. They also are constantly setting off my camera notifications since I have them at our front and back door and these are the two areas their kids are constantly hanging out in, making the batteries die a lot faster than they need to and it's just frustrating overall to live under a family with two young kids and I NEED to move out of here lol.
Thank you for letting me vent, kind strangers.
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2023.03.28 10:22 Unknow__DD Parents being assholes(???)

I'm old enough to handle my own phone & screen time, However my mom just loves to set a limit. It's been like that for 6 years ever since I got a phone due to using the Tablet to much when I was younger. I always got beat up when caught using it at night in secret. obviously that is normal for everyone so I could deal with that bullshit. My dad is just your local coward who doesnt know how to stand up for me when I get beat up by my mother. He wanted to look like the 'angel parent' according to my mom. He never protected me when I was younger which kinda hurts me. Now they all want control over my phone. Seeting an hour for all my social media, having access to my gallery and my messages all from their own phone. They all think i'm having a 'sex talk' due to my friends flirting with each other.. and moreover my mom said it outloud 'Why don't you go and have your "sex talk"?' Right infront of her boyfriend. My parents divorced when I was 12 and when my brother was 4. Everyone pitied my brother, saying he has it the hardest due to his age. But no one every checked on my ever since their divorce and honestly hurts me alot. Ofc in any household you'de have your Experiment child, which is me. They throw all the abuse and truama from THEIR own childhood and when my brother came along, they 'knew' how to be actual parents out of no where. She didn't beat up my brother when he scares her. She doesn't scream at my brother when he speaks so rudely at her and I get screamed at when I raise my voice a lil. I'm a teenager already...The older teenager going to grad high school soon. And she still tells me I need to gain her trust first and prove that she can trust me..... Being in a traditional asian household meaning that they won't accept changes easily. I'm pansexual and transgender therefore being questioned about my haircut and appearance and basically everything I do which I didn't mind at first until it became tiring hearing that everyone was saying I should act more like a girl or 'You ARE a girl'. Even my brother throws in insults everytime. Now that i've been diagnosed with Ptsd. I've been more careful with my behavior so I don't trigger anything in myself but my mom is just not helping in anything. Everything I do will just lead my thoughts to 'Will I get hit if I do this?' or 'Will I get screamed at if I do this?'. My mom also having custody of me was a huge mistake as well. I am unable to slowly recover from Ptsd due to being near the source of it all. Whenever I vent to my dad after fighting with my mom, all he would reply is 'calm down first' Like can't he see that I'm sending him so many messages of not wanting to live at my moms anymore every single week I'm there? I'm in so much obvious distress whenever I'm over at her house. My mother even once told me out of spite that she treats me this way cause her childhood practically the same. Well, I don't think you get hit every single day just cause you didnt do a minor thing right? I know I shouldnt be comparing my brothers treatment and mine due to us being from a different generation but it's just so unfair that every week he is coming home with a brand new set of legos or clothes while I literally can't get anything when I go out w/ them unless I can my own money. We were at a museum once and I wanted this $5 Postcard or sum and my brother wanted something much more expensive item which was a toy. We walked out with only the toy... Well idk what else to say cause I'm so irritated I cant think anymore
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