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I dont remember much. I remember being in my hometown downtown and at some point being on a boat. It had a pirates of the Caribbean feel. It was a normal huge sailboat and it had hundred of people in it.
At one point the dream had shifted from the boat to my house. and Ricci was there with his new girlfriend and for some reason we were stalking his new girlfriend and giving him a hard time. It was me and my mom and some else. We kept following her.
Then it switched to the boat again. I remember not being able to talk cause my voice was gone. I could talk a little bit but it was a horrible struggle. On the boat it looked or felt like a huge storm was happening and we were traveling up what looked like a lions bridge but it had become an incredibly acute angle that we were traveling up. (this part I have had in my dreams before. whether in a car or walking, I've had to climb the lions bridge and basically jump to the other side where it was normal but the huge drop nearly 7 stories high and there was a net to catch you. and hopefully you survived) so were at the top/the point of the lions bridge and its time for the boat to go down. There's a net. Were teetering on the point. The captain I think is yelling at everyone to brace themselves and that well be okay. finally the boat goes forward . We fly forward and turn upside down. before we hit the net someone yells "Its not going to hold. it's going to break" We hit the net and go into the water upside down. I remember feeling the impact . Im trying to open my eyes but I can't see in the salty water. but I remember screaming at myself to swim away from the boat. it was probably my subconscious, but I was SCREAMING at myself. At some point I can hear the boat hitting the ground of the ocean and I can see the dirt. I surfaced to the top and see the dock. It switches to me screaming for my people. IM looking for my mom, Julian, Sarah, Marshall, Ricci. Everyone. Time passed by so slow. I have no idea how long it took. I finally spot my brother first and I remember feeling myself sobbing.
I see my mom. More crying. ever so slowly all my people surface out of the water. Im screaming for them but it sounds like someone has cut my vocal cords. like a dying pig or something.
I woke up sweating.

... as to be kind to me before I have to go when my time here is up?
Are you trying to push me over the edge so that I will have no choice but to leave you exactly the way and for the exact reason why your ex did? I have zero idea what I've done wrong and your (silent) treatment hurts me, scraping away the little trust I have left for you.
It's not like I even expect you to be a decent friend, because I've never sought any (emotional) support from you. Not once. Even when I was at the lowest points in my life. Even when I felt so lonely and isolated and scared, crying and wailing and you were the only person I knew in this city. And yet I guess the appearance of me in your life and the way I've tried to hide my weaknesses away while trying to be supportive and positive to you as best I can still came up short, and at the end of the day, are a bother to you. Did you know that I decided to be better doing all that going places so that I can be a better person to you? From being a chronic shut-in self hater who was ready to put an end to that wretched life before the age of 25, someone who believed her parents't word that she would never make it on her own or amount to anything, to a person who can live by herself in a city with no support system, who can hold down a job and slowly learn to accept herself. To become someone who can add more to your life, more than I am possibly taking away from you... Finding, practicing different ways to expand my limit, my capacity to be gentle to you, to the point I have nearly lost the ability to feel romantic feelings for another person. I am no longer the same person before I met you. I can no longer go back. Do you understand what all this means?
Will you be honest with me? Time flies fast. I hope that if some day the dam breaks and I end up walking away like your ex did, you will learn to appreciate the people in your life eventually. And I hope you will find yourself. That is my first and also last prayer for you.

The old man and the small boy are falling through a green portal into sheer incomprehension-the infinite multiverse with no filter. If any other humans had experienced the sheer cacophony of the surrounding matter and energy phasing constantly to states from every universe at once, they would have gone insane in the brief instant before their death. However, these two were anything but ordinary humans. Upon Arrival, blue energy shields surround them spreading from the boy's yellow shirt and the old man's lab coat, somehow protecting their bodies from becoming one with the chaos before them. The boy asked the old man in an annoying stammer, “Ah jeez Grandpa Rick, what is all this? Even by our standards this seems a bit over the top.” Rick put a hand on his grandson’s shoulder in a gentle manner, something that shocked the boy more than the insanity before his eyes. Even more surprising was the tone of voice Rick began to speak in, reminding him of how he talked during the funerals of all his lifelong friends: “This is something I have been planning for a long time, Morty. Do you know how long our cartoon has run for?” This confused Morty even more- “why does that matter Rick? Look at this mess, we have to fix it! We need to save the multiverse again!” Rick looked sadly at Morty, and responded in a quiet whisper as opposed to his usual bombastic ranting and raving. “It's been 100 years Morty, a century ago we aired the Pilot episode. Do you remember what I said at the end of that episode?”
The truth fell on Morty like a sack of bricks, as he recalled the insane rant Rick had gone into at the end of their first episode together, something that they had kept calling back to as a running gag in all future seasons. Morty clutched his shirt and breathlessly said “You always said that we’d do this for 100 years, I always thought that was a joke! It certainly doesn’t feel like a century has passed for us…” Rick solemnly nodded, “It's true Morty, for us it seems like only a decade at most has gone by. But for the people beyond the 4th wall who watch our adventures together, the day this episode airs will be the 100th anniversary of the show.” Rick clenched his fists in triumph, “we did it Morty, we outlived them all. Every Adult animated Cartoon got canceled before they got this far. We even outlived the Simpsons for fucks sake!” Morty shakes his head in dismay, “was it worth it Rick? Even I caught on that our show is a shell of its former self, ah jeez we sold out and lost all integrity before we even hit season 10! But you still haven’t explained how that matters to this nightmare in front of us…” Rick sheds a single tear, before explaining himself: “I know we aren’t the shining pillar of adult animation we once were, and that the show is a trainwreck of bad jokes and irreverence. We’re no better than the dumpster fires that became of the greats before us, and it’s a miracle we stuck around for so long. But I have been preparing for this day for a while, even making deals with our creators beyond our multiverse to ensure the success of my final invention.” Suddenly the mayhem begins to converge on a single point, creating a large sphere of pure black that Morty recognizes. Rick continues his explanation: “What we are seeing right now is the nearly completed result of that invention- a convergence event of every universe and reality, to create a singularity that I could control. I have the remote right here, with 2 buttons to decide the fate of everything.”
Morty starts to get angry, and points at his grandpa before shouting: ”Goddammit Rick! I’ve seen you do some risky and evil things before, but this crosses a line that even WE haven’t crossed yet! How can you just destroy everything in the multiverse, after all we have done to save people?! All the people we’ve met, all the places we’ve been, all the things we’ve protected, you’d get rid of all of that?!” Rick puts a hand on Morty’s mouth to silence him, and tries to justify his actions yet again: “Listen to me Morty! Do you really want to keep going like this, a husk of our former glory? Do you want to see what another 100 years could do to us, and allow our show to be milked for every cent it’s worth until we’re tossed aside like all the others?! Do you want to see us rebooted again and again until the end of time? Never allowed to grow old and have a life with a girl like Jessica, to be trapped in meaningless adventures forever?!” Morty is shaken by this line of questioning, and responds uneasily: “I… I don’t know Grandpa Rick. I don’t want to die, but I also don’t think I’d like to be treated like this by our creators anymore…”
Morty begins to quietly sob, and Rick pulls him into a deep embrace. After a few agonizing minutes of Morty crying in the face of this impossible choice while Rick comforts him, Morty calms down enough to regain some mental clarity. Rick gently says to Morty: “The 2 buttons on this remote will decide our fate. They will both cause us to be absorbed by the singularity, but afterwards the singularity will do 1 of 2 things. If we push the green button, we greenlight the continuation of our show in whatever way our creators see fit, for good or ill- and the singularity will erupt in a new Big Bang for our creators to capitalize on a clean slate of a new multiverse. But the red button… that will cause the singularity to collapse in on itself. It will cancel all use of our brand for any purpose, all merchandise sales halted, any tie in media canceled, everything destroyed. I even managed to convince our creators to attempt an additional risky action-to purge our show from history. They will attempt to scrub clean all records of our existence to seal our fates, to erase us from history. We’ll be able to rest in true oblivion, the closest thing to death we can get. I’ll give you the remote Morty, It shouldn’t be only my decision on how we go out. I know it’s a lot of pressure-” Morty interrupts Rick by grasping his hand and saying: ”You’re half right, Rick. It shouldn’t be either of us who gets to choose. It should be both of us. Together, as we always have been. And no matter which button we press, that will never change.” Rick and Morty put their index fingers together, and close their eyes as they push one of the buttons. Without bothering to glance at the remote to see which one was pressed, they give each other one last hug as the singularity engulfs them, content that whatever comes next, it’ll be Rick and Morty together as it should be.

In the heart of the Glorious City of New London, amid the oppressive shadows of the towering Blackmill tenements, there dwelt a man by the name of Thomas Winslow. A hulking figure, with shoulders broad as an ox, Winslow found work shoveling coal for the insatiable maw of the Generator. His days were long and arduous, his body and spirit visibly reforged by his ceaseless toil.
Winslow had a daughter, a frail and delicate wisp of a girl named Lila. She was the single ray of sunlight that pierced the gloom of his existence, the one thing that kept his heart from freezing over in the bitter winds that blew through the streets of New London.
It was on a particularly dark and cold evening that tragedy struck. The coal-stained hands of fate would snatch away Winslow's beloved Lila, leaving him shattered and alone.
"The fever's taken 'er, Thomas," Dr. Abernathy announced gravely over the din of a crowded sick bay of the infirmary, his breath condensing in the frigid air. "I'm afraid there's nothin' more I can do for 'er."
Winslow, his face a mask of anguish, stared down at his daughter's pale, sweat-soaked face. "There must be somethin', Doc," he pleaded, desperation thick in his voice. "There's gotta be a way."
Dr. Abernathy shook his head, a look of genuine sorrow in his eyes. "I wish there were, Thomas. But we've done all we can. It's only a matter of time now."
Lila stirred, her weak voice barely audible above the howling wind that rattled the windows. "Father... don't be sad."
Winslow dropped to his knees beside her, clutching her hand tightly in his own massive, calloused paw. Tears coursed down his cheeks, mingling with the coal dust that perpetually clung to his face. "Oh, Lila... me darlin' girl... I can't bear to lose you."
"I know, Father," Lila whispered, her eyes shining with the love and affection that had always bonded them. "But remember what you always told me... 'bout the stars?"
Winslow nodded, his throat tight with emotion. "Aye, I remember."
"We're all made of stardust, Father," Lila murmured, her voice growing weaker with each word. "And when I'm gone, I'll be up there with the stars, watchin' over you."
Winslow choked back a sob, pressing his forehead to hers. "I love you, Lila. Always remember that."
"I love you too, Father," she whispered, her eyes closing for the last time.
And as the wind screamed and tore at the fragile walls of Aynesworth Memorial Hospital, Thomas Winslow held his lifeless daughter close, his heart shattering into a thousand frozen shards.
In the days that followed, Winslow wandered the desolate streets of New London, a hollow shell of a man. His co-workers at the Generator spoke of him in hushed tones, their voices heavy with pity and dread.
"Did you hear about poor Winslow?" one muttered, his breath fogging the frigid air. "Lost his girl, he did."
"Aye, it's a cruel world we live in," another agreed solemnly. "And it seems New London's no place for God's mercy."
As the days turned into weeks, Winslow's despair grew deeper and more profound. The light of the stars, once a source of solace, had become a bitter reminder of all that he had lost. Each night, as he lay in his cold and empty bed, he would stare out a frosted window, cursing the cruel fate that had stolen his beloved Lila from him.
One evening, as Winslow made his way home from another grueling day at the Generator, he happened upon a group of men huddled together in a darkened alley. Their voices were low and urgent, their words punctuated by angry gestures.
"What's all this then?" Winslow growled, his voice roughened by grief and exhaustion.
The men turned, and one of them, a wiry fellow with a crooked nose and a patch over one eye, stepped forward. "We're plannin' a little... demonstration, you might say," he explained, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Seems our beloved Major Wilkins ain't doin' enough to protect the likes of us from the cold and the sickness. We're gonna make sure he gets the message, loud and clear."
Winslow stared at them for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "Count me in."
In the days that followed, the ragtag group of men and women, fueled by anger and despair, began to plot their insurrection. As they huddled together in secret, crafting makeshift weapons and sharing whispered plans, a sense of purpose began to take root in Winslow's heart. Perhaps, in fighting for the lives of others, he could find some small measure of solace for the loss of his own dear Lila.
The night of the uprising was dark and bitterly cold, the sky a tapestry of stars that seemed to mock the suffering of those below. As the clock struck midnight, the rebels gathered in the shadows, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and determination.
"Remember," the one-eyed man hissed, his voice barely audible above the howling wind. "We strike hard and fast, then disappear back into the night. If we're caught... well, I don't need to tell you what'll happen."
Winslow nodded grimly, his thoughts turning to Lila, to the promise she had made before her death. He felt a surge of resolve, a fierce and burning determination to make her proud, to honor her memory in the only way that seemed possible.
As the rebels crept through the darkened streets, their footsteps muffled by the snow, Winslow felt a strange sense of clarity, as if the path before him had been laid out by some unseen hand. And as they neared their target, the heart of the city where Major Wilkins and his cronies slept soundly in their warm and comfortable beds, he knew that he would stop at nothing to see their mission through.
The attack was swift and brutal, the air filled with the sounds of shattering glass and screams of terror. As the city's elite scrambled to defend themselves, the rebels moved like shadows, striking down their enemies with a cold and ruthless efficiency.
In the chaos, Winslow found himself face to face with Major Wilkins, the man he held responsible for Lila's death. As their eyes met, the hatred and fury that had been building inside him for weeks erupted in a savage roar.
"You took her from me!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. "You let her die!"
As he lunged forward, his makeshift weapon raised high, he saw a flicker of fear in the Major's eyes. But it was too late. The die had been cast, the final act of tragedy set in motion. The Mad Captain raised his pistol and fired, once in Winslow’s chest, then as the bear of a man stumbled, he shot off one more priceless bullet into his contorting face.
Thomas Winslow met his end, his blood staining the snow of the Crimson District a crimson hue. Major Wilkins, his face pale and haunted, staggered away from the scene, his overcoat slick with the blood of the man who had sought vengeance upon him, yet even that began to freeze.
The uprising, though fierce and full of fury, was ultimately quelled, its flames doused by the iron fist of the New Order. The rebels, hunted down and captured one by one, were made to pay dearly for their defiance, for after their execution at the dreaded steam platform, their bodies were strung up as a grisly reminder of the cost of insurrection.
The people of New London, their spirits broken by the brutal suppression of the uprising, returned to their lives of misery and toil. The loss of Thomas Winslow, a man who had always seemed ready to shoulder the heaviest load, weighed upon their hearts. Yet in the darkened corners of the city, where the cold and the hunger gnawed at their very souls, they continued to speak his name, to whisper of the man who had met such a cruel fate.
And as the icy winds of New London howled and moaned, the spirit of Thomas Winslow seemed to linger still, a ghostly presence that haunted the streets of the Blackmills, seeking solace for the love he had lost and the life he had been denied.
In the vast and indifferent cosmos above, the stars continued to shine, their cold and distant light a stark reminder of the frailty and futility of human existence. And though Thomas Winslow had fought and died for a cause he believed in, the heavens above looked down upon the tragedy of New London with an unfeeling gaze, the countless lives snuffed out beneath their eternal watch a mere footnote in the endless march of time.

I commented on a post here just now, but I wanted to take a moment and say "Thank you!" to this entire amazing community.
I'm nearing 50 years old and I suffer from epilepsy. I played Terraria extensively before my seizures recently started severely effecting my memory and my ability to sit and focus. As a result, I've lost my ability to play more complex games over time and am now mostly limited to more simple games. (As a side note: Thank you Vampire Survivors for shining a light on great games that can be played with only a single controller!) But I digress...
I love everything about Terraria and I love coming here to see what everyone is doing and what everyone's imagination is creating. I love seeing the creative combination of small components to create amazing artwork and machines, and I'm grateful to this community for helping me hold on to something that I still love and enjoy, even if it has to be a bit more indirectly these days.
I feel bad for even writing this now, as I try not to let my own challenges pull downward on others' happiness, but what this community brings in both positivity, creativity, and openness to new players always amazes me and deserves to be celebrated.
Thank you! Keep on digging for treasure! Keep on sharing it with others!
-JustAnotherHyrum

Used to be on this sub a lot when my last ex dumped me in 2021. I was sad for a full year, and just as I got over here, I met someone incredible again near the end of November last year.
Yesterday, I broke things off with her, after she ghosted me when we were supposed to hangout, and afterwards upon looking at her hinge profile (which I had done a week prior as well), I saw she had updated everything on it.
When I told her how I felt she said she still cares about me and wants to see me and she knows she’s selfish for not wanting to be exclusive even though that’s what I want. I told her that if we keep seeing eachother I’m just going to fall in love, and she told me she’s not in an emotionally available place to reciprocate these feelings. Despite that, she said she still wanted to see me and she still likes spending time with me.
Anyways I unfollowed her and told her I’ll miss her. Since I’m technically the dumper in this situation, do you think she’ll ever reach out? Clearly she is emotionally unavailable but likes to hangout with me. Anyone else been in a similar situation? Thanks for taking the time to read.

I didn't see any rules about posting questions for purchasing, so hopefully I'm not breaking any hidden rules
So I've been a huge Marshall guy for most of my life, but I've always envied the Orange amps. And I'm thinking of moving away from Marshall and get a Orange Super Crush 100! I'm super excited but also don't know a lot about Orange amps (solid state or tube for that matter)
The first question I have is about my cab. I'm not very technical, but currently I have JCM900-Lead1960. Will this head match ok (wattage-wise I guess)? Wasn't sure if I'd run into any issues with this combo. Which output on the amp would I use, and which input on the cab?
The second question I have is around footswitches. It looks like it doesn't come with a footswitch to switch between clean and distortion (dirty). But I can get an FS1 to rectify that; do I need another one for reverb? I didn't see a "reverb" pedal, but assume the FS1 pedals are just basic on/off switches for either of those inputs (channel/reverb) on the rear of the head? So just run 2 FS1 pedals?
How are they with shipping? Would I be ok ordering direct from Orange, or just head to a dealer near me?
I think that's it really-I'm super excited about it and can't wait to hear it! As soon as it arrives I'm going to join this sub LOL! Thanks for any input!

WARNING: The following content contains Suicide, Rape, Murder, and Sexual abuse. Not scared, nor sad, she looked into his monstrous eyes every chance she got. He couldn’t tolerate it and punished her tries by coming up with new ways to punish her for her sins. Sins she had never even committed. She wasn’t surprised or shocked when it started. It was as if she had been expecting it. Somehow, it was always a fact to her. She knew she was gonna suffer like that, again and again. It was her fate and she had accepted it. She had tolerated hell when it comes to physical pain, but this time, the pain was worse than hell. Her body was unable to tolerate it. It was as if her heart was about to explode any minute. She wanted it to explode. Wanted it to end. But, it didn’t. “Sometimes there’s just no way out of suffering, some people are just cursed.” she thought to herself. It was a long dark night. But eventually, it passed. Just like those twenty years that had passed.
She tried telling her mother about it the next day when he left her at her parents' home. She did so to empty her chest, expecting no help from her. “It’s normal, let him do whatever he wants, he’s giving you a roof to live by, don’t be ungrateful” she replied. Not something she couldn’t have anticipated. She wasn’t surprised at all because she remembered how this woman did nothing to fix or revenge her daughter's suffering. She could never forget how her mother had blamed her abuse, along with everyone else. How could a kid cause someone to rape them, she could never wrap her head around it. She had discretely discussed it with everyone she had trusted her whole life but they all reacted in the same strange way. Most couldn’t even understand what she was saying. The idea of “marital rape” was alien to them. They could never wrap their heads around the fact that a woman can say NO, even to her husband. That it was her choice.
Throughout the day, she kept thinking about how she could still end up with a man, becoming his object, when she had spent all her life trying to convince her mother to not marry her off. Her efforts to avoid going through the same pain went down the drain, and so did her prayers. But she knew it was not her fault. It was not her choice. Just like it was not her fault when she suffered from the same hell when she was a kid. It was the norm. All those who suffered, or were still suffering, had no other choice… It had been twenty years since that long dark night. The wounds didn’t seem to heal. Time didn’t help. It was as if time had stopped for her, right there, right when the pain was at its peak. Despite the fact that her wounds were as fresh as day one, she had learned how to live with them. She had gotten used to that pain… That Trembling of legs, thumping of heart, shaking of hands, the loss of conscience, lack of emotions, the restlessness, and the utter anguish, all these things were common to her now, she had gotten used to it all. On the outlook, it was as if nothing had ever happened to her. Nobody could tell what storms of anguish were buried in her chest. Let alone falling in love, the mere idea of a man holding her hand had disgusted her for her whole life. Marrying someone? There was no chance!! She hated all men to her core. She considered all men worse than pigs. Whether pigs were bad or not, she had no idea… she just considered them the most disgusting because the religion she was born into taught that. Romance? She had to skip a million books just because of how much she hated that word. But it was fate. She was stuck in a vicious cycle of suffering. Maybe the vacuum that true lovers create by loving someone with all their soul was what caused it. Perhaps she was the one who was to fill that void they created. Perhaps she had to be the yin and balance things out by taking all the suffering on her soul.
A day and night passed. She was brought back. She was back in that room. Sitting in a corner, on the floor, she stared at her elevated bed. There were still some rose petals left. “Spreads flowers and then… and thenn-” she murmured. It was an uncontrollable absurd murmur. The pain she was going through caused it. Her whole body was sore. She was in utter pain. Constant, uncontrollable pain. Eventually, the time came, and the night before yesterday repeated itself. She was expecting it even though she tried her best to stop it. She begged him. Begged him to understand. Begged him to not further scar her soul. But he didn’t listen. The pain was even more intense. Tears fell sideways from her eyes. Her expressionless face and her vision, both were red as blood. She kept staring at his face, tried moving like last night, tried shouting, but it was all in vain, he covered her mouth every time she cried out loud, she could almost see him enjoying it, she could see it on his face. How can a human do this, she thought to herself. An animal could not have done something like this. The possibility of it happening, doesn't that make us humans worse than animals? she thought to herself, in her head,… Just before her marriage, she had finished reading 1Q84. Despite Haruki’s unsuccessful tries to justify pedophilia, she read it till the second volume and admired Aomame with all her heart. Back at her mother’s home, she had planned it all. She had prepared herself. She was about to be the Aomame of her life. She was waiting. She waited for a long time. In tears. In pain. She waited for him to let go of her wrists. She had decided on it already. She had decided to end it. Once and for all. She had decided to take revenge. She had decided to break the vicious cycle and rebel. The minute he let go of her wrists, she slowly slid her right hand under the pillow next to them. Her neck was his next grip, she was gasping for breath. If she hadn’t done what she was about to do, she might as well have died because of lack of oxygen.
Without letting him suspect anything, she gripped that sharp knife in her fingers. She was following in the footsteps of Aoamame, like a student. But in a wild way. Using her own new method and the murder weapon. In a split second, she gathered all her courage, and fast forward to three seconds, it was over. The knife was through his neck, sideways, and his blood was oozing out onto her. She instantly gasped for breath because her heart had clearly skipped quite some beats. She tried moving but his wait won’t let her. He was in the other world. In the other non-existing world. He died in an instant. She felt powerful killing him. There was no guilt at all. She was at peace. At ease. The storm was over. There was no more suffering. But she didn’t know what was next. She had only planned it till this point in those couple of hours that she had spared to think. Sitting in the same corner she had sat in earlier that evening, she stared at the scoundrel’s dead body. She was drenched in his blood, shivering. Hina on her hands was barely visible because of the redness of his blood. Her whole body shook. A million thoughts came to her mind. It was as if she was reliving those twenty years, all again. It was as if there was no way out of her pain and it was a vicious cycle. She could bear it no more. Walking out of his room, then his house, she stood in the middle of the dark street, covered in his blood, shaking. There was no one around. They were all deep in their slumber, just like her rapist. But the only difference was that her rapists' sleep was gonna last forever. The only place she remembered was that beautiful Canal. She had always loved coming to her aunt’s house because of that Canal. Yes, he was her own cousin. She had never known him much though. They were almost alien to each other because of the extreme segregation… Walking on the pavement, barefoot, she eventually reached the grass, then damp soil. She could see the beautiful water. The moon and its reflection. It was all beautiful to her. It soothed her soul…
The water was cold. It felt good on every inch of her skin. She kept making bubbles and managed to let out all the air from her lungs, the deep canal devoured her further into its depth. She eventually touched the bottom surface of the canal. Laying in the muddy water, she waited, waiting for the time to come. And it came. She could no longer keep the water out of her and felt it push into her sinus, then her trachea, and finally her lungs. It was very painful but nowhere near what she had been through her entire life. It took no time when it all went blank and the time was no longer relevant to her and she ceased to exist… or did she!?
Note: I am from Pakistan. The concept of marital rape is still alien to people around me despite their education levels. Not just that, a lot of people do victim blaming which disgust me to my core. Not one, but many people I had been very close to suffered through similar traumas. Today I couldn’t bear it anymore. I had to let it out somewhere, somehow. This was my imperfect attempt to convert the pain that I feel for them, into words. Feel free to write your thoughts in the comments. Thank you for reading!

Okay it's 1:46am Wednesday the 22nd here and I (22M) have been awake since 12pm Sunday for what I think makes almost 62 hours. I want to list a few observations
For context I’m an Architecture student in Australia and have an assignment due Thursday night and I had barely started. I’ve been fueling this exercise in what now feels like self torture with, and do your best not to judge me:
-A steady supply of (prescribed) ritalin, starting with 40mg at the beginning of a dedicated study session and an additional 20mg every 3 hours to account for the half-life.
I estimate I’ve munched down on about 300ish mg so far :(
-Caffeine. Far too many monster mango locos, monster zero ultras, and cans of red bull. A simply exquisite ritalin pairing that I could not recommend more, provided you want a couple of your primary senses, and what feels like new ones all together, to gain the ability to scream at you with each rapidly quickening heartbeat.
-Food. Sort of. On Sunday I ate approx 300 kcal of leftover pasta. Monday was a big one. Unfortunately I did forget to eat all day so it was a single godly meal centering on the divine Large Zinger Box. This was paired with 3 wicked wings, a maxi popcorn chicken, a supercharged slider, and a pepper mayo slider. No idea the calories but well and truly a “feel like absolute shit” quantity. Tuesday I had 2 baos, a far cry from the prior binge.
-Pure rage, and stupidity (also vaping)(+rep nicotine)
WOO The Issues!!
-okay the biggest thing is paranoia. At almost all times I can see movement just in the corner of my peripheral vision. Any small noises become an immediate spike of dread. I'm sitting in my uni commons room completely alone and don’t really feel safe (i know i am)(probably). I fear they notice me seeing them and hide really quickly. Will need to investigate further.
-Lack of ability to think/plan. I just spent a good 3 minutes trying to plan how I would walk out of this building. None of the routes made more sense than another and I couldn't mentally envision myself moving at all so they seemed equally good and worth re-pondering to get to the bottom of this dire conundrum. I should also add that I had no intention of standing, let alone going anywhere, it was just to see if I could, then I got lost in it until I realised I'd been staring at the wall for far too long. I'm also realising I can't conjure any mental images up either. Really cool for the drawing part of this assignment where I can't think of what I'm going to draw.
-I just zone out mid-thought and forget what I was thinking about. To be fair I'm like that normally with ADHD too, but I feel like my head’s a colander and my, obviously revolutionary, thoughts are that sweet sweet starchy pasta water flooding out.
-Big jitters, earthquakes in the palms of my hands. Surgery patients fear me and Jazz pianists want to be me. (currently listening to Ryo Fukui’s - scenery, incredible jazz album)
-Not a single thought of value
-Positives however… not looking nearly as dishevelled as I should be. Don't get me wrong, my body's a mess. I’m pissing constantly. Each one a new hue between a radiant yellow and a tasteful sage green… you just read it you know it’s not good, BUT,, Hair’s sitting kinda nice, eye bags are hardly there, skins not looking too bad. Overall I'd say a visual improvement.
In conclusion, I spent an hour writing this because I couldn't slam two brain cells together to save my degree. I fear if i wrote “to save my life” some subconscious force would keep them apart just to end this. I might even support the cause at this point. My now 63 consecutive wakefull hours have gleaned me an abundance of sweet fuck all. I truly believe the pitiful collection of sub-par work I slapped together could have been done in a day or so of being rested. And NOT ONCE did that fucker in the corner of my eye offer to help. I will be surprised if it's finished in time. I’m expecting the worst :)
TL;DR
I’ve been awake for over 60 hours to work on a uni assignment. Have done less than I would have had I not. My once throbbing juicy brain is a mere paste pooling at the base of my skull. I fear failure is unavoidable and the consequences of my hubris lasting.

So hear me out cause I think this is a way to get ahead of crappy landlords. I know the point of the security deposit is to make sure that the landlord can fix any damages you may make to the property, but so many landlords just automatically keep the deposit when there was no damage. Its nearly impossible to get that money back unless you want to spend months of time and lots of money to try and sue for it. By law in Florida the landlord is supposed to send notarized letter through the mail with an itemized list of the cost of repaired damages and it must be within thirty days of the end of the lease. If the landlord doesn’t do this, then the renter is entitled to their full deposit back (at least that is my understanding of the law).
I have had landlords charge me for routine wear and tear like repainting, or say we ruined the carpets even though we had them professionally cleaned before we left and they weren’t damaged. And not a single one has ever sent and itemized list or shown receipts. If you try to argue with them and ask for receipts, they just ghost you. They know that most people don’t have the time, money, energy, or know how to sue them, so they do whatever they want and trust that the tenants aren’t going to go through the hassle of suing.
So instead of being screwed out of our deposit, can we just not pay the last months rent in anticipation of this? Then if they want us to pay for legitimate damages, they have to come to us with the receipts and notarized letter and go through the whole process to get our money. I’m just tired of being screwed over by landlords who clearly disregard the law because they know it’s unlikely that we will be able to fight back.
So how bad would it be if I did this? Is there anything the landlord could do outside of suing me for the cost of the damages? Cause at least this way they would have the burden of filing the suit and proving their expenses.

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-----Squeaks-----
"Everyone agreed?" Her new Community's [Caretaker] asks the group after they made a rough plan. Everyone agreed and split off to quickly set up their various jobs, leaving her with her two Aviae. The [Broodmother] turned to her and had a concerned expression.
"Are you sure about this? He seems very tence and we don't know what stage he's in. He could very well end up hurting you." Squeaks' confidence in her [Provider] didn't waver at the question. Puffing up confidently she replied, completely sure with herself.
"Im sure, I trust him. Either way, someone has to be with the [pup] who can listen for and answer it's Instict-calls." She paused before tacking on, "And keep it calm." The two reluctantly agree to that point.
"Ok. Make sure to get out of there if something does happen, though. We can find another way to calm him." Squeaks nodded at her then turned and scrambled back inside the [main tree]. Climbing up the shaft for the [elevator] she slowed once she got close to the tunnel Damian was perched at the enterance of. Getting out had been pretty easy, all things considered, since he wasn't paying attention to anything behind him (besides the occasional glance back at particularly pained whimpers from the [pup]). The problem lied now in getting back in without being noticed. Damian was constantly scanning and watching the main doorway, making it hard to just get where she was. Honestly, she's suprised she was even able to get this close.
She took a breath then scrambled up his blind spot when he glanced away from her to scan around the tunnel again. She froze in place near the tunnel, desperately hoping her coloring helped her blend in, when his gaze snapped towards her at the quick movement. There was a long tence stretch of silent staring before his eyes narrowed and head tilted ever so slightly. He slowly moved the blade from his legs and set one hand down next to him, sliding his legs close to he edge and letting one drop over. The slow cautious pace of his movements made it seem like he was trying to sneak up on something, but she was staring right at him. Letting her eyes glance around, keeping the rest of her body perfectly still, she was just able to see something out of the corner of her eye.
She couldn't get a good look at it from he way she was positioned but it didn't look too far from her. Before she could try and figure out what it was, Damian went from slow stalking movements to quick lunging ones. She instinctively bolted up higher and wiggled into a small hole in the shaft. Peering out she saw Damian with one hand gripping the edge of the tunnel and the leg on that side bent up close to him with the other leg straightened out more. Both of his feet were pressed against the wall of the shaft, pushing up an at angle to help support some of his weight as he hung there. Glancing at his other hand, she saw a surveillance drone held tightly in his grip.
He studied it, turning it around in his hand to look at it's different sides curiously. Taking advantage of his distraction, she scrambled up the rest of the way to the tunnel and hurried down it slightly. Glancing back, he didn't seem to notice her. Relaxing in relief, she walked more calmly over to the [pup] and softly greeted it.
Greeting-pup.
The [pup] looked at her and barely muttered a returning greeting. Confused, she tilted her head and questioned it.
Quiet-hurt? Hurt-hurt? Hurt-calm? No-call-help?
The [pup] glanced past her at where Damian was climbing back onto the edge of the tunnel then whimpered softly.
Loud-anger-brute. Loud-anger-sound. Quiet-ignore-Runt.
Squeaks blinked then glanced back at said human, who had sat back on the edge, legs dangling, and still looking over the surveillance drone. Not knowing what the [pup] could mean she called out her own loud whimper to test his reaction. Immediately his head whipped around and he stared at her with an incredibly intense gaze that would have seemed aggressive if she didn't know better. He glanced over both of them then his expression relaxed and he made multiple short comfort-hisses at them before turning back around.
When he hissed at them she heard the [pup] whimper fearfully under it's breath. Now understanding the situation she explained it as best she could to the pained [pup].
Pup-wrong. No-angry. Comfort-calm. Care-concerned.
The [pup] made a soft confused noise.
Care-concerned? No-Brute-Protector? Care-Scavenger?
That one took a second for her instincts to translate for her. ''No-brute-protector'? Is it asking if Damian isn't a [Guard]?' Her instincts then caught up with her thoughts and translated for her. 'Oh! It's asking if he's a [Caretaker] instead of a [Guard]! It's Community's equivalent roles must not be able to do both at the same time. Or maybe they can and it's just confused?'
Guard-Caretaker. Provider. Protect-hurt-pup. Wary-unknown-others. Attempt-help-alone.
The [pup] stared at her for a bit as it processed that then glanced at Damian. She wondered what was going through it's head. Still looking at the human, who had thrown the drone away and broken it, it questioned her answer.
Protect-care? Scavenger-Shoat? Sire?
Before she could answer that 'no, she wasn't a child' and 'yes, he was her [Caretaker], in a way', the [pup] pulled itself off the ground and onto all fours. She immediately abandoned answering and instead ran over to try and convince it to lay back down. She was ignored as it slowly, painfully, dragged itself and one of the cloth-coverings down the short tunnel towards Damian. Damian didn't seem to notice until it started to painfully crawl into his lap.
He immediately picked it up and gently cradled it to his chest, softly muttering to it as he wraps the cloth around it. As he did, he stood back up and brought it back over to the cloth pile. When he tried to set it down, it squealed loudly and clung to his torso-cloth as tightly as it could.
No! No-leave! Stay! Brute-stay! Runt-good. Runt-quiet. Runt-stay-Brute!
Damian winced at the loud noise and cradled it back to his chest, softly muttering and cooing at it to calm it back down again. He looked extremely confused at the loud yell, which confused Squeaks. Didn't his instincts translate for him? Sure it might take a few seconds every now and then, but he shouldn't be confused for this long. Maybe his instincts are being repressed because of the effects of the Dark-crest or whatever it was the [Caretaker] and [Broodmother] told her. Deciding to help out, she trotted over and gained Damian's attention.
"It's asking not to be left back here again." Damian looked worried, confused, and fearful all at the same time as he replied.
"But-...but I need to keep watch. You two are safer back here." As he spoke his grip loosened as he subconsciously tried to set the [pup] down. That earned him another loud scream of a squeal, which made him jump and clutch it closer to him.
-----Runt-----
Why wasn't Brute-possible-Sire responding? Did he not say it right? No, Instinct told him he did. Did Brute not want him to join its Sounder? Then why was he being held? Why was he being ignored? Why was Scavenger and Brute just making not-instinct-traslate-noise? Why was he being put down!
Noooooo! Stay! No-leave! Comfort! Comfort-pup-pain!
Squealing as loud as he could and digging his claws into the not-skin of the Brute's chest, he pleaded to stay. He ignored the pain that burned through his side at his wiggling and protesting. The Brute held it close again and he trembled in both desperation and pain, whimpering his pain softly with each breath. It wasn't long until he felt the grip on him change. Instead of being pressed against his back and legs, he was now sitting on one of it's arms and leaned against its chest.
He glanced back when the Brute started to move. He watched it take apart the den-pile and move it farther up the not-den-path. It remade the den-pile there and sat down in it once it deemed it good enough. He watched Scavenger come over and be lifted next to Brute's neck. He listened to them make those not-instinct-talk-noises back and forth for a bit. Once he realized he wasn't going to be set down again he settled himself and started to doze off.
-----Ree-----
Bigwings has been gone for a long time. Ree was getting worried as the absence of his clutchmate slowly grew more and more apparent to his still maturing instincts. Damian seemed angry when he left and he didn't like how his parents scrambled around once he was gone. Ree glanced back at his littlefeather. She was chatting away with the two not-flock beings and looked to be perfectly happy to do so. But Ree is her longfeather. He knows her better than he knows himself.
He can see the minute twitching of the fur on her shoulder blades, the slight shifting of her tailfeathers like she couldn't find a comfortable position for them, the subtle shifting of her ear-tufts. She was anxious. She felt vulnerable. She felt scared. She didn't feel safe. Littlefeather wasn't safe. Clutch is seperated. Clutch is in danger! Protect clutch!
Quickly shaking his head and pushing away the fog that had fallen over it, he collected himself. 'No. No! That's not my job. I'm not the Bigwings. Even if I was, we're safe. We're protected. There's no danger to protect from. We're fine. Damian can handle himself. He'll be back.' Despite trying to reason with himself, his instincts disagreed and kept telling him his clutch was in danger. That he had to protect them. To find his separated clutchmate and bring him back. To keep them all safe.
Ree glanced at his Pa. The dark blue bird was watching a screen larger than the other ones surrounding it. Standing, he called back a short 'I'll be back, stay' warble to his littlefeather. He didn't look back at her but heard her reply of a 'be quick' trill. He silently walked up behind his Pa and watched the screen over his shoulder. It took a second or two to figure out what he was looking at. Once he did, his instincts froze from the constant shifting in the back of his mind.
The screen showed a dark tunnel with Damian sat and leaned against the side, a pile of various cloths under him and a bundle of it in his grip. Squeaks, Ree's almost-but-not-quite-clutchmate, curled up on his shoulder. What drew his instinct's attention was the various new wounds covering his clutchmate's figure. It wasnt nearly as many as his hatching. Though, to be fair, he couldn't remember much from that time. It was mostly fuzzy blurs and blobs of bright color. But he had seen the images of all the wounds Damian had gotten protecting them when no one was looking.
Despite that, it was still bad enough for his instincts to churn and twist in his mind. Tying itself into knots with the need to protect his clutch and the horrible feeling of failing to do so. His instincts hated that he had failed and begged him to find his clutchmate. To wrap his wings around him and keep away the world. To keep him safe. To do his job! Shaking his head to clear it again, he made up his mind. Going back to his clutchmate he called out to her with the sounds only clutchmates knew.
'I'll be back [long distance/time pronunciation]. Stay.' Immediately she turned to him with a worried warble.
'You're leaving [long distance/time pronunciation]? Let me co-' He interrupted her before she could finish with a warning growl to his voice.
'No. I'm getting our clutchmate. Stay.' At the sound of the growl she ducked her head, ending up presenting her neck, and averted her gaze in a non-verbal 'Sorry.' He huffed and shook himself off in a non-verbal acceptance of the apology. Tapping the right sides of their beaks together, he trilled out a goodbye. Gaining one back, he turned and carefully snuck out of the room without any of the adults noticing. Once outside the door he paused, not quite sure where to go.
His instincts pressed against his mind and nudged at him in question. It almost whispered in his hear for him to trust it. Let it lead him to his clutchmate. He hesitated. He's grown used to ignoring his instincts since they tried to make him interfere with or completely take over his Bigwing's job, despite him not being his clutch's Bigwings. But.....did he really have another option?
He took a second or two to think it over but eventually shook himself off and let his instincts lightly drape over his mind. Feeling a small......tug? nudge? on his very being, he followed it. He let himself trust his instincts without constantly questioning it's directions and thinking them over before following through with them. He just let himself be led without the consent doubts and mistrust of his instincts. It felt nice. To not have to worry and just let himself be.
Was this what everyone else felt with their instincts? Not ever questioning and turning over every sentence it told them? Just complete trust in it? He can understand why they say it's useful and calming. He understood what he had been told of how peaceful it was to let his instincts drive him and just be a passenger for the ride.
It makes him wonder though. Why was he always in a constant back and forth with his instincts? Why did they think he was a role he wasn't? Why did he constantly have to push away his instincts and ignore them? Each question just led to another question without being able to figure it out. Just a constant loop of why, why, why without the time to try and puzzle it out. Maybe he can take advantage of letting his instincts take over his body. Try and ponder on these questions and figure at least a few out.
And that's just what he did. As his instincts led him through the maze of hallways, ever closer to his clutchmate, he turned his attention to the swarm of questions that had piled up over the time his instincts had developed. He kept a wary eye on his instincts but worked on trying to detangle a few questions and answer them as he floated peacefully in the back of his own mind.

The owner and the manager who hired me secretly held an interview on a Sunday to replace me. Today is Tuesday. Yesterday I texted him (the owner), asking to talk with him. He ignored me. Today, I peacefully confronted the manager who held the interview about them hiring someone for my position. He couldn’t even answer me. I told them if they were firing me, I’d go peacefully upon them providing me with an involuntary termination letter. He said “ok” and that he would let the owner know before our meeting today. I have no points, or anything they can legitimately fire me for. They simply are paying me too much and don’t want to continue. I know the pay is a problem because the owner continuously brings it up. He says sales in my department are low, however it’s not my job to boost sales, I’m simply a cake artist/baker.
If I quit, I won’t get unemployment. What should I do?
I’m in the state of Kansas btw.

What You Need To Open Your Amazon Store

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When you register for your Amazon Seller Central account, you’ll need to have the following on hand:

• Your name (as per the income tax return)
• Your full address
• Your contact number
• Your email address
• Your business structure type (LLC, partnership, sole proprietor, corporation)
• Registration state
• Your FTI (Federal Tax Identification) number
• Proof of address in the form of a utility bill

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The leased address is to be used in places where proof of physical business address is needed (i.e. your business bank account).
The mailbox address will be your permanent mailbox address. You may use this address for all other purposes, including sending and receiving mail, communication with customers, and documentation.
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Wife had an affair, how do I figure this whole thing out?
Whew, where to start. I didn't post this when it happened because I knew all I'd get were people saying to lawyer up, delete from FB, hit the gym.
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First off my wife and I started drifting apart a few years ago. She quit her job to go to grad school and to stay at home with our son his last couple of years before Kindergarden. I'd work all day and she would either go to school or study nearly every night. I worked a lot of extra hours to make ends meet and when we had arguments I even mentioned a few times that I hoped she wasn't just using me to get through school. During this time things between us honestly weren't bad, they were just ok, definently not passionate like we used to be. I thought that was to be expected after 13+ years with the same person. I never went a day without telling her I loved her and was completely blindsided on 6/27 when I saw her looking for apartments on her laptop.
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When I saw her she freaked out and started firing off text messages like crazy and said we need to go talk. She flat out told me she didn't love me anymore and was leaving me. She had split all of the bills and wanted to share custody of my son. She'd obviously been planning this for a while. I told her I still loved her but I wasn't going to beg her to stay because I didn't want that held over my head in any future arguments. On the way home I asked her who she was texting. She got nervous and mentioned two friends. I was in shock so I just went to work and stayed there until about 3:00 AM.
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The next day at work I got suspicious and logged into our shared AT&T account and looked to see who she was texting. It was a number I didn't recognize and it certainly wasn't either of the friends she mentioned. What was worse they had exchanged 350 messages in the 12 hours before she told me she was leaving. Even more curious I started looking through past bills and found they've exchanged 15,000 texts between mid March and late June. She called me at work to check on me and I asked who it was. She admitted it was a detective who she works with (she's not a cop but the place she works with has an interagency agreement with nearly every law enforcement group in our part of the state that allows her to see lots of open case information and requires her to work with law enforcement daily). I was pissed and asked if she was having an affair, her response was "I don't think so, you should know me better than that". When pressed she said he was just a good friend and all they talked about was "work related stuff and bullshit".
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I pointed out that in the time they had exchanged 15000 texts, she had sent me 150. I told her that if she put a sliver of the effort she put into talking to him into talking to me, our relationship would probably be in a lot better shape. She eventually started telling me she just talked to him about our relationship and and his own relationship with his wife. That night when we got home she had flipped 180 degrees, she was now willing to work things out with me if we went to counseling but she kept mentioning that we needed a clean slate. I told her that if that was going to happen she was going to have to cut ties with the guy at work and she agreed. Next day I log back into the wireless account and see they're still at it. They talked for the entire half hour it takes her to get to work and exchanged a few hundred more text messages that day. I called her pissed and told her to end it, she promised she would. At this point I'm absolutely convinced there's way more going on that she's admitting to. I know she went out to dinner with this detective and his partner a few weeks earlier and didn't come home for 3 1/2 hours.
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I started digging. I managed to get a very large portion of her deleted text messages. What I read was awful. As far back as April he's talking about going to get drinks together but he's not sure if he could control himself but he'd better not say anything more or she'll figure out his evil plan. On the way to our anniversary dinner in April he's texting her telling her what she should order and after some joke he remarks "how could you doubt my sexuality since I've been all over you the past week". I read her some of the text messages she had and she turned white as a ghost, she admitted to some flirting but that was it. She promised. I'm fuming mad and start asking her more. Eventually she admits that they met at their office after a happy hour a few weeks prior and made out. She admitted to sexting him multiple times. She admitted planning to sleep with him at an out of town convention that was coming up. At this point her plan to leave me was starting to make more sense. If we were separated I suppose she could fuck him with a clear conscience. I told her to end all contact, the next morning when she woke up I told her I wanted her to call him and tell him on the phone with me there. I told her not to warn him before hand. She called and left him a voicemail. That afternoon I was exhausted and fell asleep on the couch. She starts emailing him and does exactly what I told her not to do, she warned him that I wanted to hear her tell him it was over so he wouldn't call her back. The rest of that thread of emails is what tears me up. She talks about how she's so sorry I found the deleted text messages and how she needed to end it "for now" so she could at least tell her self she tried to work things out with me. He replies back all pissed off and mentions that he had also told his (pregnant) wife he was leaving her and and that they planned on hiding their relationship for 6 months to a year then they'd get married and have babies. The shitbird talks about wanting to buy a house so he could move her and my son in with him. The dude got really nasty with her and her response was "sorry, right now I have to abide by (my name)'s wishes".
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We've been to two counseling sessions since this surfaced and we have a thrid one scheduled for Wednesday. The first few weeks were amazing, we got along great, had amazing, passionate sex, talked more than we have in years. Since then she almost refuses to talk to me about what she did. She always says she's too exhausted from work (she does have a very emotionally taxing job) or one of a million other excuses. If I do bring it up she doesn't answer any of my questions (like how did it start, what were you getting from him that you weren't getting from me, etc). All she does is break down crying and calling herself a horrible person. This whole time I've felt like I'm being ripped in two from the inside. Half of me wants to hug her and never let her go, the other half of me feels absolutely betrayed. I feel like I fucked up by not making her leave, at least for a little while so I could figure things out. After 5 weeks I still don't feel any better about the affair or more importantly the constant lies about it. I'm convinced she never would have said a word about Detective Shitbird if I hadn't started digging. So tell me guys:
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Is this a person worth trusting? I believe she's done with him (he's tried contacting her since she told him to stop but she's ignored all of his attempts) but I have a horrible feeling that she'll do it again with someone else. I know she's capable of either compmletely writing off our commitment to one another or at she's at least able to justify an affair to herself.
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How do I figure out what to do? I don't want to be miserable forever but I also know that she was once my soulmate and maybe she can be again.
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tldr - wife had an affair with a coworker, didn't sleep with him but sexted him, made out with him, and made plans to shack up and marry him one day. What do?

Hello, all!
I'm outgrowing my hatchback and looking to buy this spring/summer. My budget is $20-25k. I have the option to buy my dad's 2019 Subaru Forester (40k miles) at around $20k. This is what I'm going to do unless I find a better option. The other vehicle that I'm considering is a 2020 Ford Escape Hybrid with 35k miles for around $22k (low price because it's white w brown leather seats, which is tacky but personally I find delightful, reminds me of my grandparents!). I'm going to be driving across the country (MN to NY) a few times a year and do a lot of camping/roadtrips anyway, so the MPG would actually be really helpful. However, I would love some insights from folks more knowledgable than I am.
The biggest thing that gives me pause about the Escape is the rotary gear selector. They seem just awful, but I could get used to it.
Also open of course to other suggestions. But I need at least 30 mpg and will be putting a lot of miles on whatever I get.
Thanks!

This push and pull, this game. I'm so tired of it. Do you know I almost kissed you last night? Just to see your reaction? To know that it's not all in my head and I'm in fact not crazy for thinking you feel all of this happening too.
I know we both have reasons to avoid this. Way too many reasons. Maybe you're just a better actor than me.
Maybe you hide things better than me.
Or maybe it's in my head, you feel nothing for me, you give me awkward side hugs because you are actually super uncomfortable with me and the way I can't help but look at your adorable face all the time.
Lock eyes with me, and watch me squirm. Hmm, my nails are super interesting right now. 😅
My thoughts are jumbled and so are these ramblings.
I just want to know I'm not crazy.
Why else would you talk to me all the time? Damn near every day. Come over to hang out. Ask to go out this weekend. This is driving me absolutely fucking nuts.
Are you uncomfortable with me? Or that others are here as well, watching our interactions?
It's no secret we're close. Close friends. I've always whole heartedly believed that men and women can be friends, best friends at that. But no one knows the hours we've spent getting to know each other, learning things about one another. The little texts that say "I'm having a great day, and have to tell you," or the really long phone calls after a hard day. Textbook best friends, to the onlooker. If only there wasn't this persistent tension. If only I couldn't feel your presence so wholly. The moment you enter a room I feel you. Sleeping is miserable when you're over, I'm hyper aware that you're just separated by a wall. A thin one at that. I feel like a teenager again, and not a 28 year old. 😅
Fuck dude, I want you. I can't. I shouldn't. But I DO. you wouldn't believe the dreams I've had lately 🫠 But, what if I don't want to ruin anything? Everything I have, out the window the minute I say a word. Lust isn't worth it.
Maybe in another universe.

Well we have all been here many times before during our 84 years. Currently GME is up nearly 8% today on only negative news. Yes all earnings predictions published that I have read are negative. I know everyone loves hopium. I am just asking to see when everyone guesses (and yes it is just a guess) when the next dip comes. My bet is 1 hour into trading tomorrow. I am not selling or shorting or anything, so please don't call me Fudster or shill. We have all seen it regardless of the earnings report, the SHFs and MMs tank the price the next opportunity. CTB is up, so at least it will be more expensive for them to illegally short the crap out of it. Just a thought exercise. Obligatory BUY HODL DRS BOOK SHOP

u/DangerPencil Thank you for the time and education and credits to get a carrier up and running u/arandomcanadian91 Thank you (though it was last year) on helping me out with finding a great ExoBio planet for beginners and thankyou EliteDangerous and eliteexplorers all the help from past threads on connecting EDO through a workplace firewall and on tips and tricks in (as a relative newb) taking two teams of newbs from the PFed ball to the big bubble and beyond.
For those that haven't seen me post before, the week before Spring Break (at the College-Prep school I teach at [I'm also a part-time professor, lest anyone think I've misrepresented that]) we do a week of alternate, half-day classes. Some teachers do hiking, furniture crafting, advanced photo shop, etc. In the mornings I do "Narrative Gaming" with a combined 40k/Battletech campaign and in the afternoon I do "Exploration and Other topics in Space". Most of my students were underclassmen this year (students can't repeat a course taken before, and most of the interested upperclassmen took it last year), so many of the topics are things they'll get again later in traditional classes.
Our 5, 3 hour days didn't get near as much done as I hoped... but the kids absolutely loved it... had a great time, and started inviting classmates to the experience. Each day of class I covered real world topics and how they were represented in Elite.
Day 1: got everyone through the PFed opener and established shared keybindings and controls (so that I could quickly answer "how do I?" questions) Topics covered: Government types, basic economics, introduction to the lore of Elite
Day 2: Got everyone to the carrier, built a common Asp Scout after giving them $10 mill (want to help them, but not have them miss the experience of earning things). Topics covered: Space travel theories, physics of landing on a planet, issues with atmospheres, how to use the Galaxy Map, scale compared to a galaxy.
Day 3: Went to an "Outer Rim" like system and explored it. Landed and did bio scavenger hunts. They really got into this, took a ton of time, voted to continue it the next day. Topics covered: world-building, programming, procedural generation, xenobiology, fragility and durability of life
Day 4: Did another day just exploring a planet on foot. Kids got 20+ million in biodata (I don't do much of that and was surprised that one planet earned them that much that quick) and we cleared out a raided base. Topics covered: Space-western genre, law enforcement, bit more of Elite lore, third parties and computer development companies, introduced them to Inara.
Day 5: Asteroid bounty hunting and exploration. Showed how to map a planet. Tried to get to a war-zone, but no missions were being given ANYWHERE for War Zones... so we raided a criminal base instead. We made a plan for when the carrier would jump back to more civilized space and set up a school hosted discussion board for those wanting to continue play. Topics covered: Gamer communities and comparing and contrasting Elite with other games, responsible recreation time management, bit more on scale and EDO, Elite economic forces, aerial combat through history
I took a bunch of pics and a group photo (while on a base), but have either lost the files or did something stupid. When I find them, I'll post here... or maybe get everyone together for a retake.
Again, thank you to the community! It was a great week!!

I ordered from Good Smile for the first time a few days ago, (I usually use Crunchyroll or Kappahobby to get my figures) and I’ve been very unimpressed with the treatment. I ordered the Mitsuki bunny from FREEing. I ended up paying $329 before tax which is usually standard price for a figure like this. What ended up happening was, the very next day, I was on their site looking at the order and I realized it had a severe price drop (down to $263). I was a little bothered by this since I had just ordered it the day before so I sent in a request for them to honor the sale since the item had not shipped yet. Here we are, 4 days after ordering and they went ahead and shipped it without a response. So, I tried to get ahold of their support number. I left a message and played phone tag since I was at work. I finally got ahold of somebody and, during my explanation,I was rudely cut off and given a horrible explanation. The lady that I spoke with wanted me to wait until the item arrived and then ship it back, wait for them to receive it and then reorder it. I asked her what would happen if the sale wasn’t still on and she told me that I should just reorder it and then ship the other one back (very non-remorsefully). I live in a remote area where shipping is always super behind, and I don’t want to waste my time and money on something that could be solved with the press of a button on their end. Plus this has happened to me in the past with other companies such as Steam and Newegg and they were more than happy to assist me with the new price. I can understand if it’s a policy that they have but I feel like I was wronged since I had tried to get in contact before the item was ever shipped. Instead, I am going to be refunding the item and taking my business elsewhere from now on.