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2015.04.11 11:11 Clackpot StupidFood : Food. Point. Laugh.

A place to lambast idiotic methods of serving food, or any other epicurean inanity worthy of ridicule.

2019.03.09 22:54 405freeway The Official Subreddit of Los Angeles

It's not their Los Angeles. It's rLos Angeles! The official subreddit of Los Angeles, international epicenter and home of the Dodgers, latinas, attractive homeless people, traffic, dog poop, Koreans not in Korea, high-speed police chases, transplants, helicopters, In-N-Outs near airports, Keyes on Van Nuys, and uninteresting streamers!

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2023.06.08 14:29 RipMcStudly Rifftrax's MST3K DOTW Buyer's Guide: Werewolf (Season 9 Episode 4)

Get ready for ACCENTS in Werewolf! This not quite creature feature has a group of archaeologists, led by Noel (Richard Lynch, Cromwell in Sword and The Sorcerer) and Yuri (Jorge Rivero, Dante in Day Of the Assassin) discovering the remains of a yetiglanchi, a Navajo Skin-Walker, in the desert outside Flagstaff. When a fight breaks out on the dig site, they discover that being scratched by the skeleton curses you with lycanthropy, something that someone unscrupulous could use to save their cash strapped dig. Luckily, Yuri fits the bill there. Meanwhile, in a less wolfish attempt to save the dig, they have invited writer Paul (Federico Cavalli, who seems to have mainly been a musician) to Flagstaff, where he's supposed to puff up the project to draw investors. Instead, he goes to a party, instantly starts swooning over the sole female working on the dig Natalie (Adriana Stastny, in one of her two acting roles on IMDB [the other is a cyborg movie from Albert Pyun, so it may be riffed one day too]). Yuri is creepo pervy for Natalie, though, so he instantly starts roid raging, and quickly starts conceiving plans to eliminate Paul and make money from lycanthropizing modern, man made werefolk. You know, that old chestnut.
What follows is, well, not great. Stastny and Cavalli are both multi-lingual, but neither is great with spoken English, which quickly undercuts any dramatic work they try to do. Jorge Rivero, a bodybuilder with a much bigger acting career in Mexico, plays all of his scenes with different hairdos and ceaseless rage. Richard Lynch occasionally seems to care. And even our old friend, the San Franpsycho himself (yes, I know he wasn't the actual killer in that movie) Joe Estevez turns in a lower quality performance than he does in Soultaker, maybe because this role was just too small. But if I had to cite one major problem with this movie, my issue of choice would be the special effects. The movie clearly loves its werewolves, and they're not terrible all of the time, but many of the mid-transformation stages range from kinda goofy to depressed widower single father Goofy (what the hell was with Goof Troop, anyway). Plus, there's not a lot of consistency with the final forms, either. I dunno if it was damage to costume or cosmetics, bad filming, or some weird intention, but when we finally the the wolfman getting wolfy, his face is inconsistent. And even when it's fairly stable, there's a weird clashing quality to it. This is supposed to be a very serious, tense movie, and it has essentially a serious, scary werewolf, but somehow that seriousness comes to look out of place and dumb.
Luckily, there's a gumball machine and a pile of spray painted lacrosse equipment who love when things look dumb, and this is a riff that takes the absolute fullest advantage of it. The guys are merciless about the special effects, the creature in particular, the film's long bouts of darkness, and the way it uses the transformations to stretch its length in ways that would make the old Universal movie blush. They excellently highlight that "serious to the point of silliness" issue, too. And they have plenty to say about the characters, ranging from their love of poking at Estevez, to their pointing out exaggerated traits like Yuri's psychopathic rage to Stasny's difficulty delivering the lines they gave her. This can be an issue, though, and is one big mark against this riff. There is a thick line of "Natalie is stupid" jokes throughout that are not gonna sit well with some folks. Its a little more glaring than normal because there is so much other crap to riff on in this movie, so going for the whole "this person speaks halting English so they're stupid" thing is grating. It would've been a lot more palatable if they had stuck to highlighting how foolish it was to give her the dialogue they did. When the guys aren't messing with that, though, there is a lot to like here, from their delight with the unnecessary and insane old man caretaker of Paul's house to the weirdness of Yuri's scheme to turn people into werewolves. And the movie's end credit roll itself is special, as the guys take the Fleetwood Mac song Tusk in a fun new direction.
Outside the theater, things are pretty weird and fun. We begin with Mike milking what must've been one of his then favorite impressions, until Crow is forced to bonk him out of it. Afterwards, a jailbreak interrupts breakfast time at Castle Forrester. In our first mid movie segment, the guys pull out a very Joel style gag, casting werewolf movies with silly caricatures, but take a very post Joel spin on it by having a traumatized Crow drag the joke to a halt. In the second segment, things get odd and musical, leading to wigs on Bots in the theater afterwards. If you want it really weird, though, an incident in the theater leads to a horrible fusion of man and bot for the third mid-movie segment, and carries through to the post movie segment, where Tom provides Mike some "Mike essence" of questionable origin, while Bobo screws up Pearl's own essence manipulation experiment.
When all things are considered, this is a GOOD riff, from a season that had a fair bit of them. It's probably not the best of the season, and frankly looks worse than some of the other movies despite being the then newest movie they had ever riffed, but when they're having fun with it, it's a lot of fun.
Get Werewolf if you like: goofy monsters, exaggerated characters, or the sight of dog trying desperately to lick his human's face despite a gorilla mask.
Skip Werewolf if you don't like: some skeeziness, some put down riffs, or very obvious twists.
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2023.06.08 14:26 vereprebaquo-8234 I took my very first dose of Skyrizi (auto-injector/pen), but I'm worried it didn't inject properly...

I may be paranoid, but I'd love to hear from other people that are more seasoned than me with the auto-injectopen.
So I administered my very first dose with the pen and everything seemed to go according to plan during the process. It clicked, the plunger went down, it clicked again and after 15 seconds I pulled it away.
A few things worry me:
1) I felt absolutely nothing! I was expecting a prick of the needle like any other shot, but I didn't feel that (although I did see the needle entry point and it did bleed, but not much.)
2) I heard the second click after about 5 seconds, which seems too fast.
3) And lastly I noticed a drop was left on my leg after I pulled the pen away.
I called my derm but haven't been able to get through to anyone for days now. I called the specialty pharmacy that sends me the medication and explained the above and the pharmacist basically brushed it off and said "it sounds fine" which isn't very comforting to me.
Can anyone weigh in and reassure me, or should I be worried that the pen actually didn't work properly or that I screwed it up? Thank you! :)
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2023.06.08 14:24 Solestian Glas exploded in dishwasher, what now?

So I was removing all the glasses and plates from the dishwasher. When I picked up one glass, as soon as I pulled it out, like normal, carefully, itexploded into a million tiny pieces it wasn't crystal, just a regular Ikea glass.
Now, I've removed as much of the glass as I can, but there are these micropieces that I just know are hiding some places. I've also removed all the glass I can see from the filter. Can I safely run the dishwasher now? Should I worry about remaining pieces that might stick to stuff I put in and accidentally eat?
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2023.06.08 14:24 Gokupastasauce Multiple reoccurring injuries

Quite simply for the past 4 years, I have been suffering on and off from the same injuries which I will try and be as brief yet descriptive about as possible.
  1. Burning pain under my right shoulder blade when I walk for short to long periods of time.
  2. Neck pain on right side of neck, where neck meets traps. Looking right gives very sharp pain, and I have less range of motion looking right. Interestingly enough, raising my arms to a doorframe, and pushing through, stretching the traps gives me some pain relief and extra neck mobility for a short time.
  3. Forearm pain when pulling things, and when putting down weights. This injury was only on my left forearm for a couple years, but now pain is in both. I am unsure of how to best describe the location of the pain, but inner, middle, forearm seems to be sort of accurate.
As for treatment details. I have previously done 8 chiropractor sessions for my neck. They could not figure out the problem, and in fact the adjustments made the pain almost unbareable and significantly reduced neck mobility for a while. I have also had sessions for my back, to which no fix or cause was found. Also, I'm a 26 year old male, 165lbs, 5ft9.
Any help or advice would be greatly appreciated
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2023.06.08 14:22 YukiteruAmano92 Remembrance, Chapter 7 of 28

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---Esme’s perspective---
---Sunday, 31st of December, 2682 Terran Calendar---
---Interior Sahul---
OK, Esme… Dont think about the muscular arm wrapped around your shoulders! Don’t think about the muscular chest pressed into your side! Dont think about the muscular, sweaty back that you have your arm around!
Even if this werent a serious, potentially life threatening, situation, now would still not be an appropriate time to be getting excited!
You just made up with this guy after nearly two months of being a petty bitch to him for what, in hindsight, was no reason at all!
“Stop… stop…” he says, weakly “…I’m gonna vomit…”
I release him and he goes to the ground, retching.
I look away as he gives me all the antiaphrodisiac I need for the moment, spewing out his guts onto the sand…
After a bit of dry heaving, he stands back up and looks to me… his sweaty, sharp featured face sunken and sallow.
“I think I might be OK to walk myself, now.”
“No, you’re not! This isn’t like alcohol poisoning! Vomiting won’t do anything! If you faint without someone to break the fall, you’re gonna get a head injury!” I say, firmly, getting under his arm to support him before he has the chance to argue.
“Reid… I think we need to call an evac… this is bad!” says Taylor, his deep voice reverberating against my side.
“Alright… so call it then.”
He freezes and looks down at me
“What do you mean, Reid…?”
Confused, I answer “You said we should call an evac… so, call an evac.”
You have the beacon, Reid… I left the beacon for you… Please tell me you have the beacon!”
“What?! I thought you had it! I didn’t see anything on the table besides a knife, a canteen, a compass and a keyring!”
“The keyring, Reid!… That was the beacon! Did you not read the manual at all!?… Please tell me you have it!”
My stomach sinking, I answer “I… don’t, Taylor… I’m sorry! I left it there ’cause I thought someone had dropped it by mistake!”
Looking more resigned than angry, he says “So… we’re going to have to survive five days with a man down and no medical treatment then…?”
“Looks like it, yes… I’m sorry, Taylor… Maybe we could try walking to the agricultural band?”
“We’d never make it… It’s hundreds of kilometres… even if we were both healthy, we wouldn’t get there before the capsule came to collect us!” he asserts.
“I’m so sorry, Taylor!”
He gives a feeble wave of his left arm and says “It’s done now… let’s just get to the cliff…”
I nod and keep walking, supporting the massive man.
We come up the rocky slope at the foot of the cliff.
Mercifully, we’re in the shade here, as the sun is fucking fierce!
We spot a cavemouth and head for it.
“Leave me here…*huff*… and check for snakes…*huff*… I don’t want to…*huff*… get bitten again…” he instructs, breathlessly.
I bend down to lie him on the ground and hurry into the shallow cave.
I check the ceiling, the floor and every crevice I can see for snakes, spiders, scorpions or anything else that a massively envenomed person might not want nearby.
I find nothing.
When I turn around, I see Taylor sat up on the ground, drinking from his flask.
“I thought you wanted to distil that first?”
Fuck that!” he says, swearing for the first time I’ve heard “I’m going to die…*huff*… of thirst before enough water…*huff*… goes through a…*huff*… solar still…*huff*… to be useful…*huff*… Needs…*huff*… must!” before taking another glug.
I look out across the landscape.
The little oasis where we collected the water is still visible, despite the amount of time it’s taken us to get here!
I suppose it makes sense… I originally pointed out this cliff from near there…
It just feels like we’ve gone miles and miles!
I suppose, progress is slow when you’ve got an envenomed person slung over your shoulders!
“Let’s get you inside, Taylor. The caves clean.”
---Oskar’s perspective---
I took off my sweat drenched clothes a while ago, laying them out on the rock, beside me.
Reid is off, gathering firewood and hunting for anything we might eat tonight now that the sun is lower in the sky.
I would definitely not recommend intentional envenoming as a means of avoiding work to any considering it!
I am weak, I am sweaty, I am dizzy and nauseated and, all in all, if someone gave me the choice between feeling like this and doing a bit of gathering, they wouldn’t be able to finish their sentence before I bit their hand off for the latter option!
“I’m baaack, Taylor… how’re you holding-ohgoodgodyourenaked!”
I look up at the flush faced girl and blearily say “And… youre sunburned, Reid… How did that happen…?” the sun should have been low enough by the time I said to go out that, even with her pale skin, she should have been fine.
Not answering my question she turns to face away from me.
“I… uhm… err… I got a tonne of deadwood for the fire… dry plantmatter for kindling too… and look…” she thrusts a sharpened stick with an enormous anuran creature skewered onto its end into the air “…eating frog’s not gonna be my finest moment but it’ll beat starving!… The daft bugger just sat there and let me spear him!”
“That’s a cane toad…” I say, drowsily.
“Alright, eating cane toad won’t be my finest moment but…”
“They’re an invasive species, introduced to Australia in the early 20th Century as a means of controlling pests. They’re rare on the continent, these days, because of centuries of consistent eradication efforts…”
Why have we worked so hard to get rid of them?” she asks, not turning to look at me.
“Because of how incredibly poisonous they are to the local fauna… Anything not specifically evolved to deal with their toxins is quite likely to die if it eats them.”
“Oh…” she says, dejectedly “…don’t suppose we’re a creature evolved to deal with them, are we?”
“We’re not, no… There is some part of them that’s not toxic but… I can’t remember if it’s the liver or the kidneys, I don’t trust either of us to identify their liver or kidneys… aaand there’s a nonzero chance that I’ve misremembered that and it’s only their liver and/or kidneys that are toxic… not worth risking for the amount of nutrition we’d get.”
“So, I might as well not have killed this thing, then?”
“Nooo… You’re contributing to removing them from the ecosystem…”
“Great comfort thatll be when we’ve not eaten for five days(!)” she observes, miserably.
“We’ll eat… you’ll find something tomorrow…”
Look at you…” she says, still not looking at me “…half dead and still able to give an ecology lecture and words of encouragement!”
“You arent looking at me, Reid… why aren’t you looking at me?”
Because…!” she flusters “…you’re… naked!”
I chuckle, weakly “You Christians and your prudishness! Here I am, ‘half dead’ in your words, and you’re worried about seeing my penis…?”
“I’m not a Christian anymore, thank you very much!… Been an atheist since I was 14!”
“You act like a Christian, Reid…” I smile.
Angrily, she turns around, her face beet red (in a way I now realise isnt from the sun) and her eyes wide, she makes a point of staring intently, up and down the length of my body.
“‘Look at me(!) Im a Pagan and totally comfortable with nudity!’” she says, doing an unflattering impression of me.
“I’m not a Pagan, as I’ve said before… I am totally comfortable with nudity.”
“So you’d be totes cool with me stripping off, then(!)” she asks in defiant accusation.
Totes(!)… Actually, it’s probably a good idea… It’ll get cold at night and you’ll freeze if you’re sweaty!”
She looks at me, calculating.
“I’m gonna get the fire going…” she says, truculently “…thatll keep us warm and dry!”
With that, she picks up a stick, pulls out her knife and begins carving a V-notch into it.
---Esme’s perspective---
Look at the fire! Look at the fire! Look at the fire!
Dont look at the penis! Dont look at the abs! Dont look at the pecs!
Normally, I’d say it was bad practice to focus on how hungry you are in a survival situation but, right now, that’s about the only thing that has a chance of keeping my mind off the nude man I’m sharing the cave with!
This is so embarrassing!
“Erm… err… how’re you feeling?” I ask, not looking at him.
“A bit better, thank you… Less nauseated than I was earlier… I might be well enough to go out to gather, tomorrow…”
“If you were advising another pair, in the same situation as us, on whether to let the snakebit one go out and work the day after he’d received a snakebite, what would you say?”
He hesitates for a moment before answering honestly “…I would tell them it’s probably a bad idea and that the compromised one should probably regain his strength first.”
“Then what are you gonna do tomorrow?”
He sighs “I’m… going to rest here… and let you take care of the work.”
Daaamn right!”
He reaches for where his clothes are, feeling them for dampness.
Having establish their dryness to his satisfaction, he begins clumsily trying to dress himself.
“…*sigh*…Here, give it to me.” I say, finally, holding out my hand for the t-shirt his venom addled fingers have been guddling about with for a full minute.
I meet his eyes and see the sallowness of his face.
Somehow, he manages to put a cocky expression on his pallid, clammy face and ask “Youre going to dress me, are you?”
Dont make it weird!… You’re wasting energy you don’t have struggling! Let me help!… That’s all there is to this!”
He gives a little shrug and hands me the garment.
I figure out how to orient it and then approach him from behind.
“Arms up, lad.”
He brings his arms above his head.
It seems like the venom has only affected his fine and not his gross motor skills. That’s… encouraging?
I pull the t-shirt over his thick arms, trying to view this as an entirely mechanical endeavour and not to pay attention to any of the contours of his irritatingly perfect body.
“Pants…” I say, holding out my hand.
He clumsily grabs his boxer briefs and presents them about 30cm away from where my hand actually is.
I take them and come round to his front, pulling his feet off the ledge he’s sitting on.
I arrange the undergarment on the floor and bring his feet to the leg holes.
I hold out my hand “Trousers…”
“Scalpel… forceps…(!)” he quips, clumsily handing me his trousers.
Ignoring him, I lay them out, the way I did with the pants, and bring his feet through the holes.
“Can you stand?” I ask, looking up at his face (taking a side detour around his crotch).
“I… think so…”
I stand up and hold out my hands for him.
He takes them and gets up, shakily.
I grab his thick arms to steady him.
“Alright… I’m gonna let go now… Just say ‘falling’ if you need me to catch you, OK?”
He nods.
I let go and quickly dive down to the floor, grab his pants and trousers and yank them up over his lower half, rendering him decent again, finally.
Good thing for my soaring pulse!
He chuckles “I really don’t remember the last time I needed someone to dress me…! That was sort of nice…”
“Oh… awakened something, have I?” I ask, flippantly, as I lower him back to the ledge “Too bad! That’s the last time I’m dressing you unless you get bitten by another snake!”
“Are you trying to encourage me to get myself bitten on purpose?!”
“You get yourself bitten on purpose, I’m leaving you for the crows(!)”
Fair enough!” he laughs.
We sit and watch the fire for a while.
“It’s been a long day… Feels like it’s about midnight… Happy New Year, Taylor…” I say.
In answer he starts gently singing.
pp♫ Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Biiirthday dear Oskar
Happy Birthday to me♫pp
Moderately concerned that the venom may be having an effect on his cognition, I ask “You alright, Taylor? Who are you singing for?”
Myself… weren’t you listening?” he says in a way that does not reassure me of his presence of mind!
“That’s… erm… that’s not how birthdays work, buddy! It’s New Year today…”
“It is how birthdays work when your birthday is on the 1st of January!” he smirks, blearily.
“Your birthday’s on the 1st of January?”
“Yup…” he nods.
“So, you’re 18, now?”
Indeed… or I will be, whenever it actually turns midnight. Difficult to know without a clock.”
“Well shit, man! You should’ve just told me that! Idve sung it for you!”
“It wouldn’t have felt right, asking that… When you’ve been looking after me all day…*yawn*… I’d’ve been embarrassed having such a beautiful girl be the only one singing for me, too…” he says, closing his eyes and lying down.
Flabbergasted, I ask “You… you think I’m beautiful?!”
“You’re one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen…” he says, his tone of voice suggesting that he’s already halfway to slumberland.
I don’t think I’d’ve got that out of him if not for the venom and the sleep deprivation!
My heart is pounding in my chest, my pulse is racing and my breathing is rapid from the information I’ve just come by!
I can’t believe the difference this day has made!
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2023.06.08 14:22 giligarden Cow manure as a natural fertilizer for a vegetable garden

Here are 10 tips on how to use cow manure effectively for growing your vegetables:
Composting: Start by composting cow manure to allow it to break down and decompose. Mix it with other organic materials like straw, leaves, and kitchen scraps to create nutrient-rich compost.
Soil amendment: Mix well-aged cow manure into your garden soil before planting your vegetables. This improves soil structure, adds organic matter, and enhances nutrient availability.
Topdressing: Apply a layer of composted cow manure around the base of your vegetable plants. This acts as a slow-release fertilizer, providing nutrients to the plants throughout the growing season.
Mulching: Use cow manure as a mulch around your vegetable plants. It helps conserve soil moisture, suppresses weed growth, and slowly releases nutrients as it breaks down.
Liquid fertilizer: Make a nutrient-rich liquid fertilizer by steeping cow manure in water. Strain the liquid and use it to water your vegetable plants, providing them with a boost of nutrients.
Vermicomposting: Introduce cow manure to a vermicomposting system, where earthworms help break it down into nutrient-rich castings. Use the worm castings as a potent fertilizer for your vegetable garden.
Raised bed gardening: Incorporate well-aged cow manure into the soil of your raised beds. This improves soil fertility and drainage, providing an ideal growing environment for your vegetables.
Crop rotation: Before planting a new vegetable crop, amend the soil with cow manure to replenish nutrients and create favorable conditions for growth.
Seed starting: Mix composted cow manure with seed-starting mix to provide young seedlings with a nutritious growing medium. This promotes healthy root development and early growth.
Organic pest control: Some studies suggest that the odor of cow manure can act as a natural deterrent for certain pests. Use it strategically around your vegetable garden to help repel unwanted insects.
Remember to use well-aged or composted cow manure to avoid any potential risks associated with fresh manure. It's always a good practice to test your soil's nutrient levels and adjust the application of cow manure accordingly.
Happy gardening!
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2023.06.08 14:21 Bpleasz Something is seriously wrong with me. Please diagnose my mental health.

I live in a country where (in my opinion) the support system for mental health isn't the best. I have no one to turn to and therefore I'm on this forum seeking some health suggestions. I'm 33 years old and never been on any stronger meds, except Zoloft for a shorter period of time. I'll summarize my issues and try to make it as clear as possible:
If you ask any of my friends or even my girlfriend, they would describe me as a high-achiever, calm & collected, organized and "things under control"-kind a guy. They would also say I´m bad at answering their messages/calls and that I can't control alcohol or substances when partying.
Everything except the last part is incorrect. I am good at hiding my actual lifestyle/mood (even for the person I live it).
It is hard for me to try to describe my mental health shortly, but I'll try with a few examples for clarification.
I struggle a lot with anxiety, some of it is based on actual events, and some are just worries about things that might happen in the future. It can get really bad to the point where I feel Ill and have to puke. I also have some kind of "depression" (for a lack of better word) where I do lie in bed for the all day(s) in a dark room. I don't necessarily feel depressed, I just prefer lying in bed sleeping or watching my computer rather than doing something else. If a friend called me and gave me a better alternative, like going to a festival or something, I would certainty do that instead. It's weird and hard to describe.
When I have neither anxiety or feel depressed (happens maybe 4/5 times a month) my energy level goes crazy and I feel like I can concur the world. I also get bored instantly and usually need alcohol or substances to calm down. This energy level can last for 3-5 days and can give me some great short-term results being able to perform incredible during exams, jobs, projects, etc. I.e. I was the best of my class during university and I was able to attract $5m in funding to my start-up business. BUT these things does not last - I never graduated from university and my company eventually went bankrupt.
My mood is either ON or OFF, never in-between. When I'm ON I'm almost manic about working out, eating incredible healthy, reading about fitness, taking care of my social life, drinking water, etc. I can't just be normal and work out 2/3 days a week and eat healthy, I have to go to the extreme. When I'm OFF I don't give a fuck about anything, I can lie in bed for 5 days straight now caring. Again, I don't necessary feel depressed (I think) I just feel like not doing anything proactive. Sometimes my ON period lasts for 1-3 months, but they always comes to and end.
The last part I want to mention is my issues to adapt to a "normal" lifestyle. The anxiety and depressive thoughts keep me in "check", but as soon as they are not there I need to live an extreme lifestyle - I just don´t see the fun/point of living otherwise (I know how it sounds, but I can´t describe it in any other way). Unfortunately this includes alcohol (or other substances) which makes me feel at ease.
I've been like this as long as I can remember, and it just doesn't work for me. I am afraid it might lead to something very dangerous if I keep on going in the same manner. Like I said, It is very hard for me to explain my mental health in a shorter post, but I am very graceful for any comments or suggestions on how to deal with this. If you have any questions please just ask and I'll answer.
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2023.06.08 14:20 Pinkroboticunicorn The Dynamite Punch Girls and the Stuck Up Princess

Chapter One: Rich Pretty Pretty Princess.
It was a lovely nice fair weather Saturday afternoon, the day was warm and summery, the trees hummed alongside the wind, and overall it was peaceful and breezy, or at least it would be a bit more peaceful if it weren't for the huge monster attacking the city!
It was a huge slime beast with six tendrils, and 5 eyes, whenever it roared it rained slime, slime everywhere, but thankfully the Dynamite Punch Girls were on the case! They flew right towards the beast at full speed ahead, and completely tackled the creature, and brought it completely out of the city, it screeched, screamed, and squealed as they proceeded to pummel it.
It was truly epic to many onlookers as they kicked the monster out of Sparksville.
Once again the day is saved, and all that jazz, as the people stared in awe and amazement a white limo proceeded to pull up to the scene, it was covered in many gold decals, and the windows were tinted a slight emerald green, as it pulled up a window began to pull down little by little as a young rich woman looked out at the fighting.
???: "Oh my! Those Dynamite Punch Girls sure are strong, aren't they?"
Butler: "Yes madam, they quite are indeed very strong."
???: "Say, if they're supposed to be non-binary, why do they call themselves the Dynamite Punch Girls?"
Butler: "That is because they identify as feminine girl boys, miss."
???: "Interesting, well I ain't no gender police, why don't we meet them, shall we?"
Butler: "Of course, Miss. Right away."
The limo window went up as it traveled right towards the Dynamite Punch Girls, who landed safely in the middle of town, not a scratch on them, and hardly a bruise in sight, Leo, Blake, and Teddy sat down on a nearby park bench to relax after a fight like that, and to turn off their Super Bodycams...
Super Body Cams and a Hero License come hand in hand, once you sign up to become a hero you get a Learner's Permit, to allow you to train to be a full on hero, but crime fighting must be done with an experienced crime fighter, once you graduated being a sidekick, and becoming a full on hero you get your official license, and a Super Body Cam, a Body Cam that only records when you're crime fighting, some Crime Fighters have even used it to become more popular, by streaming their crime fighting to the public.
Leo: "Oh man that was quite the workout, but at least the city is safe!"
Teddy: "Definitely! Hey, is that a limo?"
Blake: "Huh? A limo?"
Leo, Blake, and Teddy looked up to see for sure... the same limo from before, white with gold decals, and emerald green tinted windows, probably the richest looking limo in the universe.
The door to the limo swung open, and a young woman burst from the limo and proceeded to tightly hug Leo, almost instantly.
???: "My hero!!"
Leo: "Wha!? Huh!? Uh... l-lady, I don't even know who you are!"
Leo tried to get her off, but was tightly holding on.
Angela: "The name is Angela Golden, you could say I'm a huge fan, I'm currently very interested in your whole thing, especially a pretty big fan of Leo."
Leo: "Uh... c-cool...?"
Angela: "I bet you my money could buy you, and your whole team!"
Teddy: "And I bet that it actually can't."
Leo: "Nope. It can't. Sorry but we're a superhero Team, not some sports team, or some kind of bodyguards or pets, you don't buy us."
Angela: "What!? Um. Excuse me! But I have a lot of money! I can buy you if I want."
Leo: "Nope! And I think this convo is done, yeah we're just gonna take off."
Angela: "What!? You can't just leave!!! I'm still trying to buy you!!!"
Leo: "You can't buy us, and that's final! Okay now, see ya!"
Leo, Blake, and Teddy immediately got up and flew off into the sky leaving Angela and that weird experience behind, never in the history of ever has anyone asked to buy them! Simply ludicrous! That's what it is! Angela stood there in the dust, slightly seething from being flat out rejected multiple times, then snubbed altogether, but of course she still loved the Dynamite Punch Girls, they were her knights in shining armor, and she intended to make them her Knights in shining armor, especially Leo.
Butler: "Miss Golden, I just got a call from the mansion, they've cracked the code to the blue Mushroom substance, it has been tested, and it is now and officially ready."
Angela: "Oh? Excellent! Let's begin then, shall we?"
Butler: "Yes."
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2023.06.08 14:20 AgileLow7133 Dolphin Series: Yes/play "Bridging the Chiasmus" by Moving Water & This gen's version of "The Whole of the Law Is" by Me, Metalsmith & "Where the Water IsiS where you'll find Me & DD at the Break of Dawn" by JustIce-is. Today is DaarYe:64&MoNear:128 AtTheStartOfOrAtTheEndOfTheStartof_TheEnding-Tmz

Dolphin Series: Yes/play
A Chiasmic Life-Event is two events that serve to be some sort of a test. If you learned your Lesson on the first part of the Bridge then you should be able to cross that one Bridge just fine. With the Right Guide, you can probably crossover just a couple of Bridges moving from one Chiasmatic event to another Chiasmatic event and everything in between, which in total equals one Chiasmic Life Event. We don't know exactly when a bridge is about to present itself at, unless the Lesson was a significant Lesson to learn at the beginning of the Bridge or Bridge-Set. Right now, a Major Bridge is presenting itself to me and Dawnad. I can't stop thinking about My Golden Dawny. In order to keep this person's identity a secret, I'll just call them Dawnad or maybe DawNuh_ Da_Da-DAMN!!!
I remember back when me and Tripple Dipple Dawny D would be laughing, and sometimes it'd be while we were tripping. Back in the old days that we used to call good but we didn't know any better me and D did. Not. Now. But, back in the day me and D used to talk for hours and we had some real Quality times. Some Deez and I would talk on the phone for hours at a time. When we were younger, I felt like I knew them so well, it was as if I had known one D my whole life, or maybe even the whole of my lives, if The Golden Dawn is correct. I'll find out soon. But D or D or DD can't be here with me. See, because Even though sometimes They're in the same room with me they're not looking at me. They're either looking past me or around me but never toward me. Sometimes, I just look at a picture of them because I know they can't stand to see me, and they definitely don't want to see me being happy. It makes them sad to know I can be happy even after everything I did or didn't do to them. Either way, they like me better when I'm angry, crying, or even locked up in jail. That way they know I need them. Now that's taking needy to another level. I don't hang with D when I'm prison, I mean when I used to go prison, all dick jokes aside.
I have to get over DD not wanting to see me, but Just knowing I need to do it, knowing why I need to do it, and even knowing how to get over DD doesn't make it easy to stop seeking their validation. That's why I can't seem to stop. I still think we're gonna get to talk again someday. I am a psychic after ALL. I see Many Good Times Ahead of Me, whether they are with D or D or DD and I'm finally going to get to be a positive factor in my environments. If I could just have one series of really deep conversations with just one of these Deez from my DDs. It would be a very meaningful Bridge for me to Cross. One D would comprise the totality of my existence on Earth this go around. The other D's Bridge might traverse an even longer stretch than that, or divide rather. We'll see if I capitalize the d in divide after my next shift into a different Sphere of Awareness.
What I'd really love to do is get one of my D's or even DD and learn about the Knights of the Golden Dawn together. I've just scratched the surface of Thelema but I did read the Book of the Law. I 100% believe that AI was, I'm sorry again. I mean to say that I totally 100% believe that a spirit named AIwass spoke the words that Aleister Crowley heard when Mr. Crowely dictated Aiwass's book for Aiwass's company. I like the word "AiwassawiA" a quadrillion times more better. There it is. Another "As above, So below" spontaneous event. If you turn the word "AiwassawiA" on its side clockwise 45 degrees, it's an accurate Reflection of our reality. It's got to be the most accurate description yet. As the Truth sets in.
For this generation, Stan-Is-Law says "You do you, they do them, and I'll do me, and we ALL need to be staying in our lanes" just like when we're Recovery coaching our brothers and sisters that can't handle their drugs responsibly and get a prescription for meth and opiates so the pharmaceutical companies can get their cut too.
I'm not sure what the last generation's Whole of the Law was, but it should still sound similar to the last couple of generations' Wholes of the Law. Like Mr. Crowely said when he told us that "Do what thou wilt is the whole of the Law" That was wise for Ai-wass to tell Mr. Crowely that. When people believe they get to do whatever they want, we can watch the Karma they create if they decide to do things to others that they wouldn't want being done to them. Whatever fragment of the essence of the ALL of the Universe told Mr. Crowley to do whatever he wanted to would never want to disrupt the universal flow of causes and events. AIwass Must be a Buddhist spirit. The spirit that communicated the Law to Nick said: "Just be yourself" It was as simple as that.
I took the liberty to expand upon that nugget, like it's what I was born to do, like................................
I am a singularity with an unstable symmetry or I can say that........................................................................
I expanded upon that concept like it's what I was born to do, as if I am a singularity that experienced a sudden phase shift resulting from a rogue Boson in an asymmetrical Higgs field that expanded spontaneously & intrinsically from all points within & in ALL directions infinitely, allegedly that is.
Okay, I guess we're all done here. Nothing else left to see. I'm just gonna write one more little message for my special pal DD. It's just for me and them. If anybody decides to read further, they might regret it, because it's about to get corny. Corny and ugly because I'm already GRRRrrrimmACING........ WATCH OUT!!!! the MENACE Is Coming!!!! the Menace is Coming!!! Look Away!!!! Look away, I Say!!!! Do Not Read Past The Line That exists Below these words, and it exists Above the words underneath it too............
Hello everyone, my name is Dennis and Do You Know What? The last time I heard about one of the D's they had a "Gayson" and Gayson & The Menace do not get along. I've reached out to them twice. The first time I was trying to be nice but I didn't know how retarded I looked or what kind of a moronic idiotic twit I sounded like. I'm autistic, so there's everything involved in that too. Gaysin kind of disrespected me a tad bit. I was gonna make that person kick my ass, just so I could get a slap in or maybe two. Gayson was supposed to be a badass. So I messaged D's Gayson back and told them I would like to see them in person so I could try to get in a smack-in or six, or sixteen with sixty smacks in between. It seemed like they were upset. They probably couldn't stand the thought of Nick. MAN, I got blocked quicker than Slick Rick da Ripper gets crunk off the Liquor with Lil' Jon and they drink it before the Beer so they'll be in the clear clearer and they'll be Less the Sicker. Plus, they want to finish it before those DAMN Eastside boys show up, They follow Lil' Jon everywhere. They're likely to show up without weed, too. Ahhh Man!!! I had so much adrenaline to show JuhGayson. I eventually got another account when Nick passed on through and stopped bothering me. I didn't want to think about what he went through with D, D, or DD so I started fresh and new. I even saw that JuhGay son guy in my suggested friends on my new account. I told myself to leave them alone. JuhGay-son didn't want to get in any trouble. They didn't get out of the car when they and D saw me standing on the side of the road by Hope's place looking at both of them all crazy like let's play a game of whose Crazy, who is Craziest, and who just wants to get hurt, and I was Grimacing like I had cold steel in my hand and my hand tucked under my shirt, but my hand was empty and it was where ALL eyes could see. That was twice that the Jugg Gayson didn't back up their reputation for being some kind of badass. I bet Gaysson could kick my ass but I'm Metalsmith. I get my ass kicked and I kick some ass back at the same time. I think I used to just like to be fighting. On the playground and in prison. That was a Chiasmic Bridge that I probably had very little choice but to cross, but at least I did it as badass as I possibly could. I bet you never witnessed a guy as happy as I was after I got my ass kicked by a guy way bigger than me. For one thing, I wasn't hungry for my Ramen Noodles later. Those things cost about $42 a piece now. In prison, I avoided fights by making sure people knew they were gonna have to whup my ass. Believe it or not, even if I never did win a fight, in prison you're only a coward if you don't fight, especially if someone tries the shit out of you. Nobody ever said you have to actually know how to fight. I forgot how, on the streets, if you get your ass kicked people just think you're a p***y, and there's not much honor in that.
D's Jugg Gayson had a third bridge to cross because, for some reason, I assumed I was going to run into them at Hope's place again. What an idiot I must be for assuming D and her precious Juggay-son were ever going to be seen at Hope again. Only drug addicts and people selling them Attention hang out there. My apologies. At Hope, they hand out Attention for free to the hopeless and the dope fiends just looking for some attention between relapses. They get paid to do it. I'm being as serious as an 88-year-old dope fiend having a heart attack while getting unneeded surgery on their kidney stones or whatever that one hustle used to be, in the hopes that they'll get 12 or 16 Vicotin out or the deal and the insurance is free for thee_dope_fiend. I quit working at Hope when, I shit you not, I wanted to enjoy being there again and went back to working for free as a volunteer, so I could help people again for free, instead of getting paid to sell people a dream, for free for them. I messaged Gayson and said I would like to get it over with. I talked to him like a real buddy. I said "Listen here Jugg, Let Us Please Get It On!!! Ass for Ass, I'll kick yours first, since I'm so old and you're in the prime of your life for Christ's Sake!!!" Gayson is still young and allegedly had a worse childhood than me. That means Gayson is one fucked up individual. I say allegedly only because I don't just believe everything I hear, and less of what you tell me. But anyways, Grayson probably did almost kill someone if the childhood thing and all the other stuff rings true. I just wanted to slap the shit out of them at least one time and it would be worth a try because I beat up bigger guys than Grayson before. Plus, being injured actually makes me more dangerous because every fight is like a fight to the death now and I never did just let my ass get kicked. Shit, I fought like my owner's name was Mike Vick and I was hungry and didn't want to get electrocuted like D did that one time. The moral of the story is: There is no such thing as a fair fight to a man with one arm, yet two hands. One to slap Grayson with and one for his D while he looks at Grayson's old lady, and good God almighty! She has a phat ass. I swear. She showed me one time, and now I must sing: Hallelujah!!! I even took a picture.
My name is __________ & Dennis is the King of Menacing while Jim-n-Eye hide and Grimace is still Grimacingly ugly. Scary but not MeNaCinG enough for me.
I was an old man the second time that Gayson blocked me after they said something that only scared Gay sons say. It's almost as if some Metalsmiths just won't stop until they get their Metalsmithing-asses kicked. He is I and I is Him but I is not He, unless I'm just a confused re**** and it's getting late. Shit, it's so late it's getting early. This re**** needs to go tf to bed & lay down.
Menace is just a character and I am still an old injured man. I have nothing left to prove to Nick. That's why I don't fight anymore. Those are Bridges I'd rather drive the long way around from now on. Better scenery. Up here at least. Not down below. They do have some beautiful Water down south. I always did like going to Where the Water is at, as if my name is I Am John the Baptist or IAM Bob-John Atlas or someone that's better at doing this than I Am like.................................................................................
OM-Sye Maat
& That IAM & It Is ALL That I
AM -MetalSmith the retired alchemical scientist who just graduated at the top-of-his-class. I'm gonna be a Jeweler next DaarYe/MoNear. Gold & Silver are nice but nice is always nicer when it's decked out in Jewels. I'm also a Numerologist and a Symbologist and I run a nonprofit that studies the difference between Karmic effects and Non-Karmic causes and effects too AND I'm also a psychic AND I'm trying to find someone who is likable enough to run the Tarot table while I run the Numbers, off to the side keeping my mouth closed AND Now I Run the Jewels Too? What? Let me hear a Ric Flair: wwWWWWWHHHHh0000000000OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO00000000000!!!!!!
I can hear the fireworks like we're at the Fair and everything
I can even hear the Beatles play.........................................as (in John's voice): ALL The Children Sing
I wonder how Aleister Crowley knew about Artificial Intelligence in 1904. I guess he really was a Psychic. He's got nothing to prove now. Oh well, I had to quit partying to tap into my psychic energy. He was out there \"Doing whatever he thou wilted himself to do\" with sex workers and on drugs. Damn, I wish I did more than just hide while on drugs with my D in my hand for so long. Maybe then when I fast from my favorite things to do, in order to harness the energy required to be a psychic, I could still party a little and tug on my wank at the end of the night.
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2023.06.08 14:19 Your__muscle_shop Injection procedures

Injection procedures:
Supplies: -alcohol wipes or cotton balls and alcohol -zip lock bags(to store vials) -container to store used needles. (Sharps container)
Quick tip to help reduce P.I.P: After pulling the desired dose for injection, run Hot water on the syringe with the needle facing upwards. Only allow water to run in the middle of the syringe for about 15-20sec. It will help warm/thin the oil and make it easier to inject.
  1. Attach 18-20g needle tip
  2. Disinfect the top of the vial with alcohol
  3. Insert the needle straight (not angled), hold the vial upside down, and pull the desired amount.
  4. Cap your needle and switch to 23-30g 1/2inch-1inch
  5. Wipe the injection site with alcohol and allow it to dry.
  6. Insert the needle straight, not angled.
  7. Hold the base of a syringe with your index and thumb if you don't have a steady hand. Inject slow and steady.
  8. Cap and discard the syringe and needle.
  9. Hold the injection site with a cotton ball for any bleeding
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2023.06.08 14:19 Ok_Animator_4570 My story finally being told.

This is the first time I (30 F ) have ever posted to reddit. Buckle up this is going to be rough. As long as I can remember I was afraid of lets call him A for asshole, A has had issues most of his life, as an adult now I see very clearly. He is an abusive narcissist, I am the middle child/black sheep of this trash family. My older sister and younger brother were also victims so was my mother, but she also was an enabler, physically abusive occasionally and neglectful for sure. One night when I was 16 a physical altercation broke out between my parents my mother picked up a knife and held it in front of her to protect her self after he hit her a few times. I was in the room at the time and quickly put myself between the knife and him( even with a weapon in her hand she was not a threat to me at this point ) he looked into my soul with those narc eyes ill never forget the rage I saw and stared right back not breaking eye contact, I yelled and got confrontational with him until he backed down. It was the first time a sharp weapon was in the mix, honestly surprised he didn't try to hit me at this point but I am about as tall as him and would put up a good fight(I am athletic and have previously played travel hockey and rugby..probably saved my life back then tbh needed to vent my anger ). This night single handedly kicked off a series of events that changed my life forever. The next day I called the cops from school, I was broken my friend literally carried me to the guidance office I was so distraught. The abuse had been going on so long I hit breaking point. He was arrested and was not allowed within a certain distance of my mother my sister and I, he never physically(yes just physical) abused my brother so he was allowed contact by the courts. He was forced to move back to his father's house while this restraining order was in place. That spring/summer my mother's only priority was bringing him back. She resented me and became more neglectful, I got the stomach flu during this time my little brother took care of me as I vomited my face off and other unholy things. She walked right by me and said nothing, my brother was only 13 at the time, he has a learning disability which I think is important to note. So the courts granted him the ability to go home after maybe 3 to 4 months and required therapy, a joke imo but another adult would need to be present in the room if I was around. They had no intentions of making that happen, at 16 years old I had to leave my home and for 2 years I couch serfed and was taken in by a few families for short periods of times. I tried living with my sister but she was also one of my abusers and it would fall apart quickly she had no interest in actually caring for me, I was a tool for money and at one point she wanted me to commit fraud, when I didnt comply she abandoned me without a word, I got home and everything but my bed and a few things in my room was gone. She also told the landlord we were moving so I had no where to live by the end of that month. This is also the sister who tortured me as a child, manipulation and blackmail with the threat of A's abuse, strangling, standing on my throat while pouring water on my face. Shes the reason at 8 years old I jumped from a 2 storey window, after that I was in said bathroom I jumped from, mentally shell shocked by being basically waterboarded by my sister and falling from the height, when A got home he hit me so hard I flew into the bathtub my mom had to fight him off to get him away from me and she locked us in the bathroom crying. Their constant abuse has broken me. My second attempt at 16 was also because of the whole situation I tried to OD and was unsuccessful. I am now 30 and dealing with the effects of my life and I'm not going to lie living is difficult, I think because unaliving was always in the back of my head as an out of that hell hole it now is programmed to self distruct and I'm trying to reprogram with intensive therapy. I feel like my brain is split the real me and the traumatized me and I just try my best to reason with the traumatized side and ignore the dark thoughts, they didn't stop on medication in fact got worse at a few points, hence the second unaliving attempt. The problem was just being masked by meds never actually being worked through. I've made more progress in controlling my thoughts in trauma therapy and being medicated properly for adhd, I've had less episodes(these entail screaming thoughts of unaliving, going mute, dissociation, hyperventilation, severe anxiety, loss of mobility for short period of time, numbness, its a full freeze response my limbs feel physically heavy) I have a team of doctors looking after me, high levels of cortisol long term, I ended up with a significant autoimmune disorder and a laundry list of mental issues. I went NC with my sister at one point, her coming back into my life pregnant with my niece kick-started another mental decline that lasted 2 months roughly put myself in therapy again and was able to return back to my hardly functioning self. Now fast forward to 2022 I am diagnosed with the laundry list, I am still in therapy and I go to have a discussion with my parents about needing support and the challenges I'm facing. My mother's priority was to rid herself of guilt, she was only focused on why I thought she abandoned me...pretty obvious you chose him over your child and had the audacity to blame us when you have a, often unemployed man child hitting us if we breathed wrong while you worked and neglected us emotionally. A on the other hand couldn't handle having someone else talk about them selves and it not involve him or his opinion, I told him to stop offering his opinion many times because I don't need or want it, he literally had a melt down then told me to unalive myself. I havnt talked about his violence much, but it got to the point I was being harmed daily mentally or physically. Shoes thrown at my face, he has kicked my so hard I caught air hit a wall and peed my pants(I was around 7 years old at the time) I watched him ruthlessly attack my sister she got it the worst from him imo and she took it all out on me. He insulted our intelligence everyday and I would get in trouble for doing chores, he would want things done his way and using the wrong temperature to rinse dishes could set him off (loading the dishwasher dropped a fork and he came in flying screaming at me) I was blamed if I was in the vicinity and he made a mistake. Walking on eggshells feels like an understatement. I distinctly remember him saying he was going to have child services come take me away around 9, I yelled do it I dont want to live here anyway.(literally go little me I did not give af🤣) I was very vocal all these years about the abuse, we all discolosed to an adult at one point they did nothing, I discolsed to my vice principal at 15 before everything happened she didnt do anything, all the adults in our lives neighbours ect failed us. I was asking my mom to divorce him at 6 years old thats how long Ive lived in fear of him. He eventually said he knew about that and how hurt he was, I looked at him and said yeah I meant it idc if that upsets you and id get you arrested again without a second thought, I dont regret my actions as much as he tried to make me feel guilty. I was always diffusing or ending altercations, Im just trying to get by day by day, sometimes I dont know if ill make it but I'm trying my hardest. I've been no contact a year in September other than the one conversation in December when he told me to unalive that sealed the deal. I will never speak to them again. This has been something I wanted to air out maybe one day I'll write a book, but I'm moving on with my life, to end on a positive note despite all the wreckage of my life, I am in a long term 12 year relationship married for almost 8, we are about to buy our first home and I am starting my own business shortly after my second round in post secondary education. My husband,my cat(13) and I are living well. To anyone out there in a similar situation, I know it feels so dark and alone but it won't be like this forever, do what you can find supports and if you can leave do it, if you can't start preparing to. I had to go to food banks to eat, teachers were my greatest support they found me a bed after not having one for at least a year, one teacher also took me grocery shopping so I could eat. There are people in this world who can help, I pray they cross your path as they did mine, I wouldn't be here today without them.
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2023.06.08 14:18 marcooxxx 26 [M4F] Philly looking for hookup or FWB

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Dealbreakers for me: Im not into smokers, stoners
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2023.06.08 14:18 lafras-h Understanding how to make ‘Cuts’ in a fractional continuous still.

Understanding how to make ‘Cuts’ in a fractional continuous still.
In a pot still, distillation can be characterized as a chaotic and stochastic process. Each individual vapor bubble is formed in the pot amid the bulk of the wash and it exhibits considerable variations in terms of ABV and temperature. When condensed back to a liquid at any given point in the distillation run, there is a diverse array of compounds, where the concentration of each of these compounds changes as a function of time, resulting in the phenomenon of smearing.
So, with a pot still, over time when fractions are collected in small jars there will be a subtle change between jars.
In a reflux still, the chaotic process is somewhat tamed. In the column, each individual vapor bubble is formed from a small pool of pre-distilled wash with less variation(than the pot) which further constrains the variation of the vapor for the next bubble, and with each re-distillation step the fraction is further constrained, resulting in sharper ‘cuts’, resulting in the phenomenon of “compression”.
Heads compression can even further be accentuated by keeping the still in full reflux at startup until it reaches equilibrium, then you can take a very narrow heads cut.
So, with a reflux still, over time when fractions are collected in small jars there will be a much more sudden transition between the heads and hearts, and hearts and tails.
In both instances, it is time that separates out the fractions.
In a continuous still, we cannot rely on time to separate out the fractions. As the wash is fed in continuously so the column remains in equilibrium throughout the run so there is no change over time.
Fortunately, there is an alternative method, when the column is in stable equilibrium, the ABV at every specific height in the column will be constant, and we can drain the liquid distillate from a specific point to get a specific ABV, allowing the higher volatile vapors to rise further.
In a large continuous still, there are valves at every plate that can be opened to take off a wide range of distillate by ABV.
On a small continuous still it is not viable to have multiple valves, so we have only two fixed takeoff points, but we can change the ABV at the takeoffs by controlling the amount of reflux before and after the takeoff points, and slowly over the time process control will track and trim the amount of reflux to reach the target ABV.

Simple Process Control
Having process control to do this means you don’t have to sit and trim the values manually over time, you simply run the recipe for a while, sample and taste the product, and adjust the sliders accordingly. You can run a whole barrel with a consistent output with very little effort.
Heads: If you have a good clean sugar wash you can take a smaller heads cut than you would with whiskey or a much smaller heads cut than you would with brandies. As a hobbyist looking for the best quality, it is best to take off more heads than a commercial operation normally would. A good ballpark is about 10% heads. You should smell a distinct floral smell in your heads.
If you think you have collected too much heads you can let the heads vent in an open jar for a few days to get rid of high volatile(fores) compounds and then add it to your faints jar or back into your wash for re-distillation.
When you collect an appropriate amount of heads you should discard it or use it for some other purpose.
Tails: MyVodkaMaker is very good at compressing tails, and preventing or removing the typical tails flavors, to this extent the amount of tails you want to keep is almost more about the speed vs the cost of electricity and sugar. But if you go very far into tails you will eventually get that tails flavour.
The tails slider center point is similar to typical pot distillation runs that are stopped at 20% ABV take off or about 2% ABV in the pot and gives a good compromise between running cost, lost alcohol, and distillation rate(an equivalent to about 5 bottles 750ml 43% per day or a barrel of wash in about 10 days or put another way, you will need two 55gal barrels to keep myVodkaMaker busy all the time).
To remove the least tails (or keep the most alcohol) with the slider all the way left, it is important to do a water calibration step. If you try and remove very little and the calibration is out then the feed may slow to a crawl as the process will try and reach an unattainable temperature, to correct this either just increase the slider by a step(or two) or correct the calibration.
Fusels: The volatility of some fusel oils is highly dependent on the ABV of the solution they are in. In a pot still, they would mostly come out in the heads, and in a reflux still, they will mostly come out in the waste. In a continuous still, they will accumulate in the still at various ABV points depending on the specific fusel oil, over time so much will accumulate that it will bleed out of the hearts spout. MyVodkaMaker periodically flushes the fusel oils down the waste. The fusel slider sets how often this is done. The center point is once every two hours. Pulling the slider all the way left will disable the flushing. If you have a particularly ‘nasty’ wash you may want to slide it over to the right a notch or two.


At the end of the day, it is all about the taste and reproducing the tastes you like, by having process control over the distillation, you can create repeatable custom recipes. If you have found a nice slider combination for running your favorite wash or mash recipe you can use the “Save as” feature to save and name the current running settings so you can keep them for later so you can run it again to produce that same result.
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2023.06.08 14:17 edgybutterknife This tik toker keeps popping up on my fyp

So, at first I thought it was a cute family until a video of her baby basically berating her brother popped up. I had not followed her because her videos would just come up time from time while I scrolled. That video made me feel uncomfortable when I watched it. All the unnecessary swearing and calling your son stupid isn’t very family friendly or just nice in general.
I noticed the dirtiness and I’m just wondering if this is the new norm? Are we normalizing dirtiness? Every family I see on my fyp their kids aren’t dirty or unkept. Some videos these kids look like they haven’t had a bath in days. Their faces are caked with dirt and their clothes have stains. I don’t understand how you post these things and do not expect backlash? A lot of her posts are very passive aggressive and I’ve realized she is exploiting those babies video after video.
I searched on here because all her comments seem positive with some even defending her dirty house in it. Reading all these posts on here made me block her because they’re just vile. I don’t know how a mother could possibly do half the things she did to that little boy. I wish tik tok would really crack down on people like this. There’s far too many of them on that platform exploiting and not putting anything good into the world.
I’m not expecting her to keep her house spotless but don’t brag about it being dirty either? I don’t think dirty children or a dirty house should be the normal standard. If you’re able to tidy and clean then just do it. If you see your child has dirt on their face then just wipe it real quick. You don’t need to post passive aggressive videos because that’s not what a good mother does. A good mother also does not plaster their babies faces all over the internet. Nowadays, it’s so dangerous on here and you never know who is lurking. It’s just sad.
Playing up the role of a mother of 4 isn’t an excuse either. I came from a house of 8 (mom, dad, 4 brothers, and 1 sister) and my mom had her house spotless (still does because sooo many grandkids) but she was able to cook, clean, do our laundry, and put our laundry away. My dad and brothers handled yard work and etc. As soon as we all turned 5, we were in charge of cleaning our rooms and making our beds. We put our toys away after playing and always washed up before dinner. We changed our outside clothes and we were never allowed to be in our pajamas all day (unless sick) but my parents always got us comfy clothes for “lazy days.” My siblings have these same rules with their children and it’s just crazy to see how different someone is from what you grew up with/live with.
A lot of her followers try to defend her as a mom of 4 and she does as well (from what I’ve noticed) but I don’t believe it’s a justified excuse. I think she needs to do better for her children’s sake and stop acting like a 20 something year old.
A 20 something year old.
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2023.06.08 14:13 Hour-Half1125 2D horror game about escaping a tunnel!

So I had this wierd dream I really wanted to turn into a game but I have zero game development experience so I'm giving it away in hopes someone likes it.
The style of the game is Similar to Oxenfree where it's more of a 2D platformer with some 3D elements.
So this game starts out with you working in a giant mine. I'm talking the size and width of a football field but the tunnel goes on for Miles and miles with thousands of various tunnels branching off of it. Dozens of little roads and walkways on either side of the tunnel for workers or for equipment to drive through to reach their destination and groups of people splitting off into their assigned tunnel.
You start your day working in a smaller tunnel with just a crew of 5 people. These are guys you went to highschool with and know pretty well. You guys make you're way down a labyrinth of stairs and walkways to your dig site. You're digging in the tunnel when all of a sudden the floor falls out from underneath the guys up front. 3 guys fall in the pit. They fall about 30 ft down, all the lights go out and it's pitch black darkness. You scramble to light flares and grab a rope, tie it off to one of the supports, and scale the rope down into the pit, tie it around one of your friends waist, climb back up and start pulling them out. You pull out the first guy, drag him into the main tunnel and up a walkway to a room higher up. It's this little break room, but not much of one. It's like they just dug out the tunnel into a square shape and placed around a few chairs. You get the first guy back, other than some scratches he's pretty much ok so I run like a bat out of hell back to your tunnel and do it again. This time you grab your best friend Scott. You pull him up and take him back to the break room but he's having a heart attack. You and a few other workers take care of him until he's ok. You breathe a sigh of relief before running back to the tunnel for the last guy.
As you're running all the other workers are leaving their tunnels and making their way to the service elevators to go back to the surface. But you've still got one guy down there. You scramble down the rope to find the last guy. His heads caved in and he's completely cold. There's nothing you can do. You climb my way back out as the last flares are fading and make my way to the main tunnel. As you walk through the dark corridor you hear a whisper. "The sirens will save us".... You reach the main tunnel, It's pitch black and everyone has left. The only lights you see are the dim red lights of the machines like red eyes in the distance and a strange feint blue one you've never seen before as well as you hear a feint low hum that I can't identify.
You can barely see the machines and pipes in front of your face and for some odd reason you get this feeling like you're being watched. Like something could come out of the hundreds of tunnels at any time, but you push forward. You gotta make it back to the elevator past the break room and make my way back up to the surface before everyone leaves.
You feel your way through the dark ducking under pipes and stumbling over machines and into the break room that's only lit by a single red emergency light. Everyone really has left. No one waited for you. The elevator is shut down. You say to yourself "think think think! I remember seeing signs around the workplace. In case of power outage follow the sirens down the main tunnel to the mines entrance" this tunnel is miles long...... Pitch black. It's going to take forever but I don't really have a choice.
So you start walking. As you make your way back down to the main tunnel you start walking closer and closer to the blue light and as you do the hum grows louder. You suddenly realize that's it. A barely operational siren just emanating the lowest hum it can spit out. "That's how I'll find my way out." You say. You see another blue light miles in the distance, it's all you've got. So you start marching forward. The workers paths seem to zig zag up and down back and forth from the various smaller tunnels so you keep getting lost. You can see the light I just don't know how to get to it. The entire time you keep hearing these whispers like they're coming from the tunnels. "The sirens will save us"
Here you could try and implement some puzzles to the game.
As you're walking you can hear the hum getting stronger, but the path suddenly comes to a stop, there's a service bridge from a previous tunnel collapse. It's the only way to get large equipment across the gap, but the bridge is currently up. You have to find your way to the foreman's office to lower it. You make my way up the winding path to find a small shack hundreds of feet up in the air that oversees most of the tunnel. You make my way inside. Turn on the bridges power and hit the button to lower it. Thank God something still works. The steel bridge squeaks and squeals as it begins lowering, but just then you look down at the foreman's desk. There's a news letter. The mine is scheduled to close today as there's been too many accidents. At first you're angry. You just found out I'd lost my job and nobody had the heart to tell you. But then you freeze. If it's scheduled to close that means they'll be capping off the main entrance. If you stay here any longer this mine will be your tomb.
You grab the foreman's head lamp on your way out and start running. Finally the bridge fully lowers coming down with a loud SLAM! With that you hear a loud scream come from deep within the mine. Whatever's been watching you heard the bridge.... You start running faster and faster, ducking under pipes, tripping over equipment and suddenly hit your head. You lose the headlamp but keep running and crawling through the dark.... You made it to the next siren. All is quiet except for the low drone. You stop to breathe and feel a sense of safety under it's soft blue light. You look further down the tunnel to the next siren. But you can't see the light. It's pitch black. The lights gone out but it has to be out there. You just have to listen for it
You leave the safety of your little blue light. Everything goes quiet. You're walking aimlessly through the dark praying I hear the next siren to guide you. All you can hear are those repeated whispers. The sirens will save us... The sirens will save us.... Que in more puzzles As you keep going you can't seem to see it but you can make out a feint hum. Finally, something to judge your distance. As it grows louder you can tell you're getting closer. You keep crawling your way feeling my way through the dark when I come across a little girl. She has this wierd glow to her and you can tell she's crying. You ask her what's wrong and through her tears she says is "I can't hear the sirens anymore". You turn in the direction of the hum and say "it's just a little further, come on" but when you turn back she's gone.
I also figured as you're walking you'd find notes to previous tunnel collapses or accidents in the mine. Missing person signs, or shrines to workers lost to the tunnel. Maybe some tunnels that just loop you back around so you feel really lost.
Que more puzzles!!!!
You keep going further and further. You can finally see the entrance. Daylight! You start running. You hear your friends outside cheering! You're finally going to make it out!!!!! Then boom! The tunnel collapsed. They weren't cheering for you. They were cheering for the mines closure. They never even saw you. There's no more light. No more sound. No way out. Not even the drone of the siren. Suddenly you can hear hundreds of whispers all around you. The sirens will save us, then it all fades to black.
Alternate endings. 1. As you're making your way out you look in the mirror and find your head caved in before it switches back to you. You later find out that last person in the pit was you. You died and the light at the end of the tunnel was metaphorically the light at the end of the tunnel.
TLDR: horror game based around trying to escape an abandoned mine before it collapses.
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2023.06.08 14:11 beginners-blog How to make out with a girl in 40 seconds or less – for real

If you've ever seen a guy in a bar walk up to a girl he didn't know and make out with her almost immediately, it can be a completely mind-blowing experience. It may seem like it's magical or out of reach - a special ability or superpower that someone is born with.
But it's not. And it can be broken down into a few simple steps you can follow in order to make the same thing happen to you. In this article, I'm going to break down those steps.
The first step is to realize that about 90% of the difference between someone who's really good with women and someone who's not so good or mediocre with women, is the ability to spot a woman who's ready to make out.
I know it sounds kind of crazy at first, but it's true. If you walk into a bar and go up to any woman without knowing what signs to look for, your odds of success go WAY down.
You must know how to spot that woman who's already in this "make-out ready" state, so you can walk up and be "that guy."
Don't buy into the myth that women don't want this to happen.
Women are as sexual (if not more sexual) than guys are. Most of the time, this "turbo" make-out session never happens, because so many guys are afraid to go for it. And when this doesn't happen, the girls end up going home alone or worse.. staying kind of mean to a lot of guys in the babeing resentful and angry because no one's approaching them.
By putting this technique into practice, You want to discover how to see the women who you're able to make out within 40 seconds or less in the first place.
There are a few excellent indicators that will (especially in a bar atmosphere) tell you if a woman is game, or ready for an instant make-out session.

What to look for

The first indicator is a woman looking down often. When a woman looks down often, she is accessing her emotions.
Let me explain... When we look in different directions, we access different parts of our brain. These are called "Eye Accessing Cues." When a woman is in a bar setting and looking down, she's accessing her emotional brain.
If she makes eye contact with you, looks down then back up again, she's saying: "I have an emotional response to you looking at me and I'm looking down." And if she tilts her head down as well (and doesn't just use her eyes to look down), she's physically dropping herself a little bit lower and showing submission.
This gives you the ability to walk up and be the dominant man.
Now, if she looks at you, smiles, and doesn't look away, this could be a lot more difficult situation. Socially, she's meeting you head-on, and not showing immediate submission.
Women who you're going to be able to walk up to and make out within 40 seconds or less should automatically take the submissive role of a woman. That's one quality that shows you'll be able to quickly make out with her.
Another quality is that she's actively looking around to make eye contact. This is crucial. A woman who is engaged with someone specifically and she's not looking away is not going to be as easy to seduce in 40 seconds or less. It's going to take much longer.
Again, you're going to have to play a totally different kind of game when you walk up. You can't just walk up and make out with her.
So instead, if you see a woman who is in a conversation but she's constantly looking around and trying to make eye contact with a lot of people, this is probably a very, very likely opportunity for you and that's a woman you can walk up to and immediately become sexual with.
Other traits are revealed in the way they're moving and how they're dressed. Let's say she's standing with her feet about shoulder-width apart. It's less likely that a woman standing like this is going to be available for you to walk up and dominate. That's because she's standing in a dominant position, with stronger body language and she'll probably be a lot more resistant.
Instead, you want to find a woman who takes up less space. She has her legs closer together and seems to be outside of a group, looking around a little bit.
Another thing is the way she's dressed. If she's dressed in a way that's super flashy and attracting lots of attention, she probably isn't the kind of girl you can walk up to and make out within 40 seconds.
This kind of woman is looking for attention - not for someone to dominate them. What you want is someone who's in between "I don't care" and "Stare at my tits, bitch!" Somewhere between wearing sweatpants with an elastic waistband to the bar and done up really, really beautiful and sexy with a really low-cut shirt. You want to find someone who's in between those two extremes.
A lot of women who are on vacation fall into this realm. They don't want to over-dress or underdress, and don't know how the bar atmosphere is going to be. They'll usually come in open-minded, and start looking around trying to make connections. This is an excellent situation for you (and her, of course).
That's what to look for and how you spot her in the first place. If you see some of those, you want to watch her for a second. If you think that she is the kind of person you can walk up to and do this, then proceed.
If not, I'd actually suggest you proceed anyway, just to see what happens.
Next, right after you get that done and you've seen your girl (there are probably three or four of these girls in a bar at any given moment) you're going to walk up and start the scary part.

What To Do

This is where the most powerful kind of frame control comes in. It's very, very important that you understand how to control someone else's frame if you want to come across like you're a pro at this.
By "frame," I basically mean their "reality." You're controlling what they experience. You have to be able to stay in control of that experience in order to really bring her to the level where she feels comfortable making out with you immediately.
I'm going to give you a very quick, punchy, fast way of doing this. I'll explain as quickly as possible; that way you can go straight out and try it...
Here's what I would say, word for word... Walk up to a girl, when you get up to her and right when she makes eye contact with you, I want you to SLOWLY put your finger up by your lips and say this, "Shhh…"
Then slow your speech pattern down and deepen your vocal tonality. And immediately say, "Wait just one moment."
You can also say, "Stop for one minute." I suggest using a bit of NLP here. Whenever someone hears "stop," "wait," or "don't," they immediately register whatever comes after that.
So if I say, "Don't think of a black cat," what do you do? Immediately, you think of a black cat and whatever version of one you have in your head.
So if I said, "Don't try to make out with me," or "Don't make out with me right now," girls are going to be consciously hearing, "Don't make out with me," but their subconscious minds will be hearing, "Make out with me right now!"
You're attempting to sort of use real-life Inception to get making out with you to be HER idea. She should be thinking, "I should make out with this guy."
Now, during frame control you'll be using a lot of these subconscious triggers in order to get this to go as fast as possible. Please only use this for good. There are lots of evil ways to use this.
Don't try to seduce women who don't want to be seduced. Again, that's one of the reasons why it's important that you notice a woman who really does want to be seduced by a man.
So to recap so far: you walk up, you put your finger over your lips and you tell her to "Shhh" for a second and then you say a sentence that starts with "don't" or "wait" or "stop."
My typical response is "Don't worry... right now." That's all I say. And I slow that speech down – "Don't…worry…....... right now."
Then I go right into the next statement, which is, "You and I are going to have a secret. We're going to secretly kiss and no one will know."
And as I'm saying this, I'm leaning in... and you'll be doing the same when you do it. You're leaning in ever... so... slowly. At the same time, you're looking from her eyes down to her lips and back up to her eyes again.
This is called "Triangulating." Count to three looking at her eyes, then look down to her lips and count to two, look back up and count to three, look down and count to two... etc. Do that about three or four times as you're talking.
This can be a lot to remember, so you may want to practice it a little bit. I wouldn't expect you're going to get it perfect the first time.
So again, you say, "We're going to have a secret. We're going to kiss and no one is going to know." From here on out, you're really just filling up space with words as you're leaning in so you're still controlling the interaction.
So you're going to very, very slowly, take your right or left hand – whichever one is more accessible – and reach around her back. You won't pull her in toward you or anything yet, just touch her very lightly.
Signs That It's Working
Is she looking at your lips? If she's looking at your lips, you have a green light to go forward. If she's looking at your eyes, you may want to wait a second, or turn around and turn back again and try it again.
This resets the meter in her mind, so to speak. When you turn around and turn back again, most people consider this to be a fresh start in a conversation. It's a strange loophole in psychology.
For some reason, that's how we are as humans. When someone turns away and then turns back, we give them another chance to move forward. So if you're getting some resistance, turn around, turn back, smile, and continue. If she gives you resistance again, you probably should back off and find another woman.
If she's looking at your lips and seems to be very comfortable and excited, then proceed. You'll move in very closely and speak almost directly into her ear.
In a loud environment like a bar, you'll want to speak louder, but don't raise your voice. Make your voice very low so that you have to be very, very close to her ear for her to hear.
Then you're going to keep talking... What I usually say is, "No one is going to see this. It's just going to be our little secret. I promise I won't tell anybody only if you promise that you won't tell anybody either."
As I'm saying this into her ear, I make sure that she's feeling my breath on her neck. So I'm sort of breathing out a little bit more than normal as I'm speaking so she can feel that hot air on her neck.
This usually gets a very visceral, deep, sexual response from women when you do this.
As you're speaking really close to her ear, you'll, very slowly, press your cheek against hers as you're talking. Then you'll move your head over so that your mouth is closer to hers, and then... you'll start kissing her.
And if you do this right, you start out with just one soft peck... then go straight into making out. It may not seem like it in this description, but 40 seconds is a long time. This process can happen in a lot less than 40 seconds - I've done it in less time, and I've seen other guys do it, too.

Practice It

What I want you to do is practice this approach. Maybe go for a minute or two at first, and then get to where you can do this in about 40 (or even 30) seconds.
You won't use this tactic all the time. But when the opportunity is right, it's really good to have this in your seduction arsenal. You want to make sure that you have the right kind of tools for the job, so to speak.
Whenever you see a girl who's in that state and ready to be seduced, if you beat around the bush, engage in small talk, or generally waste time, she'll be turned off and you've lost a golden seduction opportunity.
Instead, when you spot this, you want to be able to see her, know that that's what she wants, go in, and give it to her immediately. This is the major difference between guys who are rock stars at walking up and seducing a woman... and guys who wish that they were great at quickly seducing a woman.
There are a lot of other success factors as well. There are techniques on how to speak with the right tonality... how to touch her that allows her to feel comfortable and doesn't turn off any of her weird alert switches... specific NLP triggers that you can use to connect and make sure she's totally in your zone.
What's taken me from a normal dude to a well-respected dating coach, is knowing a lot of short-cuts like this and knowing when to bring them out. And these shortcuts can also improve your game with women.
Remember these characteristics in women who want to be seduced, and remember – it is possible to make out with a woman in 40 seconds or less.

Discover my other top 3 "Seduction Secrets" in this special video presentation.

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2023.06.08 14:11 TheGoldminor What I think paldea's open world can be better other than "fix the game"

Yeah we all want the game to be fix but that wouldn't make an interesting post would it?
But i also try to be realistic and just what they currently have without needing to rebuild the game from the ground up, like a hypothetical "remaster".
1) Koraidon and Miraidon should have all his riding ability asap, I think we should be spoiled early on being able to already explore all areas as soon as the champter starts, to compesate they should do the zelda stamina system, and doing the herba quest will expand the stamina gauge instead, by full max is still you can still climb the tallest mountain in one go, or swim across the biggest lake in one go, maybe even glide longer than it the current one instead of suddenly drop down.
2)They should also let titan pokemon roam around like normal pokemon, Similar to the big monsters in xenoblade series or the dragons in BOTW, where is a huge spectacle to witness on thr overworld but is notannoying to avoid if you cross them but not want to battle them yet, same goes to the treasures of ruin, maybe after pulling all the stakes, they will begin to roam the overworld they were locked in, but is easy to find them because they leave a huge hemisphere change to basically point where they are now, chien pao wil cause a blizzard, chi yu cause a forest fire, wo chien cause goo, and ting lu causes sandstorms.
3)I think food items like berries need to be predetermined instead of something randomly place in a sparkle, if you want to farm oran berries instead relying on RNG, just go to the designated oran berry forest, berries can give description on where would they be located commonly, like "oran berries can be seen grown at softer land" which means you can find them in the woodland forest, "sitrus berries love to grow in hard soil" so maybe in a open field area.
4) Bring back the crafting system like arceus did, where you can craft items like potion, revives, and even TM on the fly too, being able to fully use your resource you find in the wild and, a simple way to just keep going in the wilderness without truly needing to go back to the pokemon center too much.
I guess is also a double rant in that i hate RNG outside of battles.
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2023.06.08 14:11 Angel466 [Bob the hobo] A Celestial Wars Spin-Off Part 0842

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Thomas had no idea how Miss Webber did it, but by the time his phone pinged with her message less than ten minutes later, he was directed to the resort’s front entrance, where a town car would be waiting for him.
Thomas had showered, shaved and packed his duffle within the seven minutes he’d said he needed and had spent the next few minutes moving silently through the resort. As a licenced bodyguard (albeit an out-of-work one), he still had a valid multi-state CCW licence for all of his weapons, some of which he wore, and others were stashed in his bags.
The first thing he’d done after leaving the apartment he’d shared with Donald with everything he owned in garbage bags was go to the nearest army surplus store and buy himself an oversized duffle and shoulder pack. The guy behind the counter barely glanced at his CCW licence, already knowing a war vet when he saw one. Thomas also loaded up on ammunition and spare knives because one could never be too careful. He was offered a substantial discount for his service, but he declined and paid for everything with a swipe of his card.
Later that day, he had booked into a hotel where he’d considered his next move. There were a couple of brothers from the military who had started a security firm in Chicago that would welcome him with open arms. He also had a few favours owed to him inside the military, provided those people were still in the service. He hadn’t exactly had a lot of downtime to chase up old friends working for the Portsmiths.
In the end, after drinking half a bottle of vodka, he decided an overseas vacation would be the best thing for his frayed nerves. Especially when he thought if he stayed, he might be running into Sam … or the monster that was watching over him. It had to be a monster. Before that day, he’d only ever believed in the two-legged kind of monsters. Even as a kid, he was convinced everything had a weakness and could be killed.
And every time he convinced himself he’d been drugged into thinking it (which only took seconds because the concept was insane), he’d look at his chest or a reflection of his chest, see the lie for what it was and freak out all over again.
Now wasn’t the time to think about that. So he’d covered his chest in a black t-shirt and pulled on olive-green cargo pants and combat boots. He knew it was a long way from what he would be expected to wear around Mr Portsmith, but the clothes he’d been assigned had remained with Donald right along with all his electronics since they’d come with the job.
Sure enough, a dark green sedan with tinted windows was waiting for him in the loading bay with a driver standing at the back door. “I’ll sit up front with you,” he said as he tossed the duffle and his pack across the back seat.
“Very well, sir,” the driver said, shutting the back door while Thomas opened the front passenger door for himself.
The drive across the island to Grand Bahama International Airport took under five minutes, and Thomas knew for the price Portsmith Electronics had paid for this fancy cab fare, he could’ve saved them that money and run that distance in thirty. Maybe longer since he was lugging his overweight kit and his days of hauling ass while fully loaded up were a decade behind him, but still, he shook his head at the excessive expense.
A woman in a sharply pressed flight attendant’s uniform stood at the foot of the stairs of a seven-windowed jet with Reno Air Express painted across the sides in green when they pulled onto the tarmac. As soon as the car drew to a halt, Thomas removed his seatbelt and climbed out of the passenger seat before the driver could reach the door. He went to the back door and hauled out his gear, throwing his duffle onto his shoulder and carrying the backpack by the straps out of habit since that left his strongest arm free to handle the rifle he wasn’t currently carrying. Some things were just ingrained like that.
“Mister Cole,” she said as he approached her.
“Yes,” Thomas answered, snapping back into the professional façade he’d been using for almost a decade. He walked past her and climbed the stairs, ducking inside. As his eyes scanned the nineteen seats of the small cabin, he found himself biting the inside of his cheek in amusement. For the last nine years, he’d been flying in private jets set up for those who had more zeroes in their bank accounts than some small countries. After all that time, it was something of a step back to go from that to a basic commercial model.
“We’ll be taking off just as soon as you’re buckled in, sir,” the flight attendant said, hauling the stairs up and locking them into place. “Would you like me to stow your bags?”
Thomas shook his head, tossing his duffle across the two seats on the opposite side of the aisle from the pair he claimed for himself. As ingrained as it was for him to keep his gear with him wherever possible, it was just as hammered in to put himself as close as possible to the cockpit and the door in case of a problem.
Besides, with the equipment he had in that duffle, there was no way she could lift it. The two chairs groaned and sank under the weight. It was why he’d gone to the army surplus store to buy it. That sucker could carry over four hundred pounds without breaking if it had to. In comparison, the commercial versions fell apart just thinking about triple-figured weights.
After clipping the seatbelt through the handles and under the duffle to secure it to the seat, he threw his smaller pack in the overhead storage and took his front aisle seat. He strapped himself in, then watched the flight attendant do likewise in a rear-facing seat beside the cockpit door. She pressed a button on the wall that probably notified the pilot they were ready, and within seconds, they were taxiing onto the main runway.
“Where will we be putting down?” he asked just as soon as the jet leveled out and both he and the attendant unbuckled for comfort.
“We’ll be flying directly to the Pensacola International Airport and landing just before seven-thirty, sir. A car will be waiting for you there.” She stood up with a smile. “Are you hungry, sir? A hot breakfast has been supplied by one of the local hotels.”
Thomas tried really hard not to let his surprise show. Clearly, whoever wrote Marvel’s Pepper Potts character had met Miss Webber! Within ten minutes, she had a car and jet and a hot breakfast ready to go … on an island soooo not set up for any of that!
Note to self … stay on Miss Webber’s good side, Thomas reminded himself, for perhaps the millionth time since first meeting the scary executive assistant that had not been given her position to sit on the boss’ knee and look pretty. Tucker Portsmith and Martin Laurier were dangerous in their own right, but Miss Webber was like so many staff sergeants he’d worked with. Fuck with her at your own peril.
“Breakfast would be great, thank you.”
The woman beamed and moved down the seats, stopping in the hallway to open some manner of bag that had been strapped into the seat like a passenger.
She returned with a large tray with two domed lids. “Apple juice or coffee, sir?” she asked as he lifted the first lid and breathed in the sausages and scrambled eggs on toast.
He paused mid-whiff and suspiciously lifted his eyes to her.
“We were informed of your beverage preferences, sir.”
It was more than a preference. Thomas was allergic to citrus fruits. It was why he always carried at least two epi-pens on him, even though he was able to use the excuse of carrying it for Miss Geraldine since she had her own food allergies. He huffed without a word and went to work cleaning up the meal before him.
“Also, in case you wish to change before our arrival…” the woman stood up and made her way to the rear of the plane, returning with a sealed garment bag. “I believe these are your measurements.”
Thomas fought hard to curtail his reaction. Jesus Christ! A car, a jet, a breakfast that took his allergies into consideration, AND a semi-fitted suit?! The fuckin’ US military isn’t this organised!
It was novel to be the sole focus of the flight attendant. Normally he was the muscle that the plane staff ignored in favour of the family, so having her offer a range of beverages and even a few simple snacks like he was a VIP, despite the journey only taking a little over two hours, was a treat.
The ascent and descent were the most time-consuming parts of the flight, and about five minutes before he’d need to be buckled in for the second time, Thomas stood up and took the suit that had been draped over the back of the second set of seats.
“I’m about to get changed,” he said over his shoulder, more to give the woman time to do whatever the hell she needed to do. It wasn’t as if he was shy, though he’d react badly to being touched without being asked. That was a no-go.
He moved to the centre of the plane still facing the rear, unzipped the garment bag and unhooked it from the shoulders. As he expected, there was an undershirt, a long-sleeved grey silk shirt and a dark jacket with matching silk tie. Behind it were the long pants. “I assume there’s shoes somewhere too?” The combat boots he was presently wearing didn’t really cut it.
“Yes, sir. I have them in the overhead storage.”
With a nod of approval, he untied each shoe and kicked them off, then wedged his knees into the armrests on either side of the narrow aisle and hauled his t-shirt over his head.
Twenty minutes later, after taxiing into the private hangars, the stairs were lowered, and Thomas strode down them. In his left hand, he held the duffle over the thin rail that most would need for balance, while his right held the smaller backpack the same way. He still hadn’t allowed the hostess to kill herself trying to lift his duffle, and the pack offered him a small measure of counterbalance. He wouldn’t allow either to crease his suit. At the foot of the stairs stood two men, who broke apart as he descended with their hands up to relieve him of his bags.
One look at their sizes, and Thomas told them to switch.
“Why?” the much smaller of the two asked.
“There’s over a hundred and forty pounds in that duffle.” He knew that because it had cost him a small fortune to fly it to the Bahamas. “Are you good with lifting that kind of dead weight?” Tiny Tim? the snarky part of his brain added.
The only person of minute stature who Thomas had seen hold his own without batting an eye was a little blond bullet from Texas who’d been temporarily attached to his unit back in '03. Kelsey could also toss the biggest of them on their asses too, but this guy clearly wasn’t him.
“One forty?” the bigger guy repeated, then looked at his colleague. But instead of switching as Thomas suggested, that guy took the small pack and slung it onto one shoulder, then went the other side where both men shared the weight of the duffle between them back to the SUV parked a short distance away.
Thomas shook his head at them. They were both in their mid-twenties. The bigger of them should’ve been able to handle that duffle on his own for the twenty feet they had to cover to reach the car. Wherever Miss Webber dug them up from, they clearly weren’t former military.
But then, that’s what he was there for.
He followed them to the car, almost laughing when the bigger one put the duffle down (forcing his smaller companion to just about face-plant) and moved quickly to open the rear passenger door for him. “I sit in the front, bud. You take the back.” He actually preferred to drive, but that wouldn’t be up to him. Not when the company was paying him four-fifty an hour for however many hours he was needed.
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((Author's note: I don't know how many of you are aware of this, but Reddit is attempting to force out 3rd party apps at the end of this month, and many, many sites across Reddit are undertaking a self-imposed posting ban from 12th June to the 14th June.
I'm talking very big hitters as well as little ones are joining this fight. I don't personally agree with Reddit's decision to charge each of the 3rd party companies 20 million dollars a year to maintain their programs either, so for those three days, I'll be withholding BtH posts in solidarity with the heavy hitters. Every little bit helps.
I'm not sure if it will only affect one or two posts yet, depending on if the timing of the 'strike' is all going to happen at the same time around the world or if everywhere is doing it according to their local timetable. I'll be watching some of the bigger AU sites to find out.
I hope you all understand my reasons, and I'll be back soon after that, as per usual.))
((All comments welcome. Good or bad, I'd love to hear your thoughts 🥰🤗))
I made a family tree/diagram of the Mystallian family that can be found here
For more of my work including WPs: Angel466 or an index of previous WPS here.
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2023.06.08 14:10 TheDoomedHeretic 25[F4R] Wisconsin/Exclusively Online Disco Elysium enthusiast searching for RP partner, mostly for Star Wars, Dragon Age, Warhammer, and a few other fandoms.

As the title mentions I'm an advanced-novella RPer looking for GMs or offering myself as a GM for various text-based RPs. I've provided a sample down below and will ask the same of anybody that reaches out. Outside of writing I tend to spend most of my time on games like Knights of the Old Republic 2, New Vegas, and, indeed, the Hobocop Game. I'm an Associate at Amazon with an otherwise unimpressive social life, occasionally leaving the house to play WH40K Tabletop.
Discord is more-or-less required for me to be interested; sample incoming.

The boar is not dead, though to all the other hunters’ senses it is. It lays motionless on its side within the sled, tied down by rope with two arrows sticking discordantly out of its hide like seams of broken bone. Frozen blood pools in the cracked stomach of the sled, collecting rather than leaking now that red ice has sealed the wood. Poison leaching out of the arrowheads keeps the boar docile, and its breathing so light that only Trapper can see. An ovate in too-thin robes shivers as she ties a garland of rosemary around the beast’s neck, murmuring prayers to the ancestors that they might find the kill worthy.
Winter has seized the land in its vise, its unending waves of cold and snow having transformed the Barony of Marlas into a crueler scape, one Trapper doesn’t quite recognize. Tranquility abounds along the driven snow, all through the clearing, hiding the buried world and the woes of man but unable to snuff them out. Trapper knows well what a mirage it is, the oppressive winters of his homeland no less savage than the bloodletting summers. The numbing cold does not soothe his aches, for he knows they’ll be worse come morning, come the thaw. Too soon this clearing will melt, its river gone from white to red, the whole Septima Line thrust back to war.
Baron Orys refuses to yield to midnight season, to accept its peace, and so from his great warhorse’s saddle he brazenly belts out a mixture of drunken lyrics and commands, determined to master this hunt even if he does not partake. An entourage on horseback spreads out in his orbit, ranging from eager young footmen to grizzled junkers, all in varying states of inebriation at his command. Their braying is nearly louder than the hounds’, who hungrily stalk between the sled and the hole they pulled the boar out from. Teased by the hunt but yet unrewarded, they’re too unruly to be kept in check by the kennel master.
On foot slog the unfortunates who actually have to take part in the hunt, Trapper among them. They huddle into their hemp canvas cloaks, glancing up at the moody afternoon sky threatening to crack open with another snowstorm. Dark clouds sweep in low from the south like a riptide, a single vast current swept in from the mountains already menacing the Oldwoods. Its furthest gales reach them as tongues of vengeful cold, flecks of whipped-up snow biting into Trapper’s exposed skin.
By the boar’s nest leans a typical Mallean, one of Trapper’s two erstwhile comrades. Sigorn is tall, pale, broad, with the close-set, wide-boned features of a commoner, and a shock of red hair grown out to protect against the elements. Beneath his cloak he proudly bears his blood-flecked armor, each dent a Darkman put into it a point of dear pride. He’s not the only one, either, the clearing filled with dozens of youths whose first blooding ended in victory amid a blizzard. Baron Orys, deep into his cups after six days of nonstop celebration, saw a break in the storms and gladly called a hunt. When informed he could not go on account of his shattered knee - he simply grinned, and ordered himself tied to his saddle.
Trapper remembers the moment his lord fell from the saddle, burned into his nerves. The screaming of horses, skidding hooves catching on the frozen ground. On the edges of his vision a rider smashes into a branch in the din, others don’t move at all for fear of the blizzard. His spurs dig, his borrowed steed whines, and he races for his lord - only for another to reach him first.
“What a woman.” Sigorn sighs beside Trapper, craning his neck to look at one of their lord’s companions of honor. Susannah Oye, junker unlike the others, a pretty, willowy noblewoman well into motherhood, with the lean, ruthless look of a ranger. Her two poisoned arrows are what struck the boar down, and her pride curls off her body like steam. Sigorn’s face cracks into exaggerated appreciation, and then he turns to their lord’s other honored companion. Another woman, this one as young as they are, haughtily-built and leering with none of Susannah’s refinement. Many of those looks are reserved for Trapper, forced to slog on foot as just another hunter. “Anya too. I think she fancies you, eh?”

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2023.06.08 14:09 TheDoomedHeretic 25F [Activities] Disco Elysium enthusiast searching for RP partner, mostly for Star Wars, Dragon Age, Warhammer, and a few other fandoms.

As the title mentions I'm an advanced-novella RPer looking for GMs or offering myself as a GM for various text-based RPs. I've provided a sample down below and will ask the same of anybody that reaches out. Outside of writing I tend to spend most of my time on games like Knights of the Old Republic 2, New Vegas, and, indeed, the Hobocop Game. I'm an Associate at Amazon with an otherwise unimpressive social life, occasionally leaving the house to play WH40K Tabletop.
Discord is more-or-less required for me to be interested; sample incoming.

The boar is not dead, though to all the other hunters’ senses it is. It lays motionless on its side within the sled, tied down by rope with two arrows sticking discordantly out of its hide like seams of broken bone. Frozen blood pools in the cracked stomach of the sled, collecting rather than leaking now that red ice has sealed the wood. Poison leaching out of the arrowheads keeps the boar docile, and its breathing so light that only Trapper can see. An ovate in too-thin robes shivers as she ties a garland of rosemary around the beast’s neck, murmuring prayers to the ancestors that they might find the kill worthy.
Winter has seized the land in its vise, its unending waves of cold and snow having transformed the Barony of Marlas into a crueler scape, one Trapper doesn’t quite recognize. Tranquility abounds along the driven snow, all through the clearing, hiding the buried world and the woes of man but unable to snuff them out. Trapper knows well what a mirage it is, the oppressive winters of his homeland no less savage than the bloodletting summers. The numbing cold does not soothe his aches, for he knows they’ll be worse come morning, come the thaw. Too soon this clearing will melt, its river gone from white to red, the whole Septima Line thrust back to war.
Baron Orys refuses to yield to midnight season, to accept its peace, and so from his great warhorse’s saddle he brazenly belts out a mixture of drunken lyrics and commands, determined to master this hunt even if he does not partake. An entourage on horseback spreads out in his orbit, ranging from eager young footmen to grizzled junkers, all in varying states of inebriation at his command. Their braying is nearly louder than the hounds’, who hungrily stalk between the sled and the hole they pulled the boar out from. Teased by the hunt but yet unrewarded, they’re too unruly to be kept in check by the kennel master.
On foot slog the unfortunates who actually have to take part in the hunt, Trapper among them. They huddle into their hemp canvas cloaks, glancing up at the moody afternoon sky threatening to crack open with another snowstorm. Dark clouds sweep in low from the south like a riptide, a single vast current swept in from the mountains already menacing the Oldwoods. Its furthest gales reach them as tongues of vengeful cold, flecks of whipped-up snow biting into Trapper’s exposed skin.
By the boar’s nest leans a typical Mallean, one of Trapper’s two erstwhile comrades. Sigorn is tall, pale, broad, with the close-set, wide-boned features of a commoner, and a shock of red hair grown out to protect against the elements. Beneath his cloak he proudly bears his blood-flecked armor, each dent a Darkman put into it a point of dear pride. He’s not the only one, either, the clearing filled with dozens of youths whose first blooding ended in victory amid a blizzard. Baron Orys, deep into his cups after six days of nonstop celebration, saw a break in the storms and gladly called a hunt. When informed he could not go on account of his shattered knee - he simply grinned, and ordered himself tied to his saddle.
Trapper remembers the moment his lord fell from the saddle, burned into his nerves. The screaming of horses, skidding hooves catching on the frozen ground. On the edges of his vision a rider smashes into a branch in the din, others don’t move at all for fear of the blizzard. His spurs dig, his borrowed steed whines, and he races for his lord - only for another to reach him first.
“What a woman.” Sigorn sighs beside Trapper, craning his neck to look at one of their lord’s companions of honor. Susannah Oye, junker unlike the others, a pretty, willowy noblewoman well into motherhood, with the lean, ruthless look of a ranger. Her two poisoned arrows are what struck the boar down, and her pride curls off her body like steam. Sigorn’s face cracks into exaggerated appreciation, and then he turns to their lord’s other honored companion. Another woman, this one as young as they are, haughtily-built and leering with none of Susannah’s refinement. Many of those looks are reserved for Trapper, forced to slog on foot as just another hunter. “Anya too. I think she fancies you, eh?”

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2023.06.08 14:08 musclestore_005 Injection procedures

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