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2023.06.08 07:22 cartoon_Dinosaur A nice swim (One shot)

Memory transcription subject: Orllive , Sandshifter farmhand
Date [standardized human time]: February 25, 2137
"Ok, one, two, THREE!!!" I gave one final swish of my tail and finally the bolder went over the edge and fell down the hill. I took a few moments to regain my barrings. I just spent the whole day clearing this pasture of debris from a landslide that happened a few days ago.It was a pain in the cheek, but I managed to get it done.
We could have done this with maintenance drones. We could all just sit around all day while our machines did everything. But the lack of stimulation and feeling of uselessness was a recipe for poor mental health. Besides, the feeling of being needed and marveling at a job well done always filled me with pride. After wiping my brow on the recently cleared sand I swam back to Cers.
"Hey I finished clearing the east pasture."
" Good, we can begin to redig the channels and sow some puffwheat"
Cers was a rather old man. His sandy skin was wrinkled and starting to become paler. His horns were beginning to show there age. Becoming a deeper shade of yellow seemingly everyday. He should be taking it easy, but he never did. He'd rather work then rest most days. An idle mind is like a channel left to the tides. Becoming smooth and pointless. Was a saying he lived by, to an excessive extent.
"But that can wait till tomorrow"
Slightly jolting from the unexpected response I quickly asked "what? but you never cut a workday short!" In response he just began to rub his upper and lower teeth together to produce our version of laughter. A grinding rhythmic sound that the other sapient of the ship found to be rather grading and even painful. comparing it to something like claws on Sheetrock.
"Young lady, we have been on overtime for the past 3 hours!". What? that cant be right!!! He must have the time wrong. A quick glance to the clock tower proved that he was not mistaken, It was nearly 8 o' clock. Was I really that focused on the rocks?
I looked down at the sand and began to rub my flippers on my sides from the feelings of embarrassment I felt at so massively mistaking what time it was. The sunlamps were being to shift red for crying out loud!!! how can I be so dense? "Sorry, I guess I kinda lost my sense of time clearing the pastures "
At this admission Cers simply began to laugh again. " My my I must be rubbing off on you for that kind of tunnel vision."
I could feel my underside flush, It was probably a bright pink by now. I instinctively folded my flippers down to try and hide it. Cers noticing my embarrassment began to soften his features.
"I'm sorry, I should have reminded you it was the end of the day. Rather then let you continue on without saying anything and assuming you hadn't lost track of time. especially considering my own tendency to do so."
With that I began to look back up at him.
"So we're done for the day?"
He then put on a more cherry expression and lightly chuckled.
"Yes we are, you can be off then to enjoy what remains of it. Maybe talk with your friends about the aliens we met today."
What little embarrassment I was feeling quickly evaporated as I remembered that it was the day our first contact was scheduled!!!
"Oh!!! I need to go see how Nechu and Loav did!!!
Cers then quickly turned around and the face he put on was quiet amusing. Displaying a high level of confusion and shock at my admission.
"you know the representatives we sent!?!? and you choose to work today!!"
" Well yeah, it wasn't like I could talk to them during it and I dont like laying on my stomach watching something live. All the interesting stuff would be talking about it with them without knowing anything!"
"I guess that makes sense, you should be off then. I'll see you tomorrow"
"... your not going to do anything more tonight are you?"
"No , I'm going home."
I tilted my head and gave him ann accusing look. We both know how many times hes said that but worked into the late hours of the night.
"... I promise I'm going home now, see you tomorrow."
He then turned around and swam off. I knew he would likely come back after I left. But I learned it was pointless to try and babysit the old man. He was as stubborn as he was soft spoken ironically enough. I swam away from the field.
It was a rather long trek to the end of the ship. I live in hab 5 of a 6 habitat generation ship, each 400 miles long from end to end, and each had a 200 miles long diameter. Plenty of space for a permanent population to love for a thousands of years trip across the void of interstellar space. we had many natural environments in order to seed the planets we were going to terraform with a healthy biosphere.
As I was swimming to the tram I caught the sight of many creatures. From snarks to whelicans . In the tram . I saw fields of puffwheat and other aquatic crops, cultivated by young and old alike. We passed a playground where many pups were swimming through hoops and passing a ball around with their red striped calacarna pets.
Before I knew it I arrived at my stop. Quickly departing the tram I swam to the swimway. A pressurized tube that connected the lower waters of the sea to the waterways on land. Thanks to differences in ours and the aliens time zones the first contact was scheduled for rather late in our day. So I shouldn't of missed Nechu and Loav coming back.
But what I saw when I finally made my way to the port was not what i was expecting. Rather then a crowed of reporters and bystanders that I thought it would be. It was them and an ambulance. I could see a Riner with a Carmors sitting on top of him, he was being hauled in a stretcher... was that Nechu!!!
I swam as close as the waterway would allow and poked my head above water to try and speak to Nechu.
"WHAT HAPPENED!!! Nechu!!!"
A paramedic Carmors quickly ran over.
"ma'am please stay calm we need to move them to a hospital."
"WHAT HAPPENED??? did the tunnel collapse on them?!?!?"
The paramedic shook her head.
"They were attacked by the Aliens solders."
That didn't make any sense, we had talked to the aliens before this and they seemed friendly. If they wanted us dead they would have simply shot at us before or after the meeting. but we were still alive.
"Why did they attack us!!
The paramedic opened here beak to speak but was interrupted by Nechu.
"They tried... to kill Loav... Because she's.... a carnivore....."
"He's entering shock we need to move him NOW!!!"
Loav looked like she was somewhere else. simple staring at Nechu as they were hauled into the car.The paramedics finally got him into the ambulance and quickly speed off to the hospital. Leaving me confused and worried beyond belief.
I tried to enter Nechus room at the hospital but they said only imminent family was allowed to see him. He had gone into shock due to blood loss. He was currently in a medically induced coma but otherwise was set to wake up tomorrow morning. Giving me plenty of time to view the first contact on my phone.
How could they do this to us... for the crime of Loavs diet?
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2023.06.08 07:22 Emergency_Dig_121 My parents don’t want me spending my own money

Quick context: I (19f) earn my own money and I still live with my strict asf parents. My dad bought me a laptop last year bc I got accepted to comp sci at university. I wanna buy a pc(mostly for gaming but also school work)and I have the money to buy one but when I told my parents that I wanna buy one, they got hella mad at me and shouted at me being like “all u wanna do is waste money for no reason” “why do you need a pc when u have a laptop” blah blah. I cant tell them that I wanna game or else they’ll get even more mad.
Another situation: I currently have the iPhone 7 and I’ve had it for 4 years now but since it’s 2023, it’s obviously outdated asf. I wanted to buy a new phone with MY OWN money but they got mad again saying the same thing about “what’s wrong with your current phone” “u just wanna spend money for no reason, ur phone works perfectly fine”. My dad keeps offering to change the battery instead since it’ll be cheaper but I just want a new phone.
I hate making them mad bc they are toxic and have really bad anger issues. I also hate feeling like I’m being a burden by not listening to them. I need advice, idk what to do.
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2023.06.08 07:18 MunucaMoon My upbringing involved marrying my father in an inbred Satanic cult.

I'm a teen boy from a Satanic cult in Portland' Maine, raised to marry my father since before I was born.
My father used a surrogate in the city, paying her around ten thousand dollars to give birth to me and sign away her rights. My mother knew beforehand that my dad was part of the cult in which I was raised, but was not given any details about the situation or the paperwork she signed, to my knowledge I don't think she wanted to know.
I'm nearly the age of graduating, but instead I'll be working part-time with my father in the hills and spending the rest of my time doing household chores. He expects me to take on the traditional role of a homemaker in our relationship.
(Our religion has strict guidelines. Deviations from these rules will result in expulsion and exclusion, similar to but distinct from the Amish community.
The religion I was raised in has strict rules regarding communication with non-members and requires adherents to cover their bodies with long sleeves, hats, and gloves for purity reasons. Maintaining cleanliness is also critical, which involves daily scrubbing when in contact with city people. My family refers to those who live in the city as 'dirty and unkempt'.
We, like the Amish, avoid possessing photos and don dark clothing. Our religion requires us to gather monthly in a shelter to discuss our beliefs and regulations.)
My father sexually abused me from a young age, progressing to intercourse in late middle school. Despite my fear and confusion, he insisted it was natural and that we were meant to be together. He falsely promised the pain would subside, but it never did.
He coerces me into performing oral sex, watching porn together, and masturbating often. He has possessive and controlling behavior and is abusive in multiple ways including physically, emotionally, and mentally. He also has issues with anger and threatens to harm me if I ever attempt to leave the religion or our relationship.
(I'm using my friend's phone to write this. Her partner is also her parent but they're less strict and don't check her devices often. Unlike them, my father doesn't allow me to have a phone.)
I've been friends with Brooklyn since we were young. However, my father has prohibited me from having any male friends, as he has his own set of rules separate from our religious beliefs. I experience severe abuse from my father. I am daily repeatedly sexually assaulted by him, as he forcefully grabbed and pinned me down for over an hour without my consent. Despite this, I have feelings for him and he is the only person I have been with or ever will be with.
I am afraid to ever have sex with anyone who is not a family member due to my personal beliefs. Although I have a strong desire for sex with my father, he physically abuses and verbally attacks me when I make advancements towards him, even if I am attempting to seduce him, which goes against the rules of our relationship.
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2023.06.08 07:18 Double-Fun-1526 Fermi's Paradox and Demilitarization: Imaging a Different World

This is my take on the world. It is not meant to be yours. But there are endless reasons for creating peace in the world. The Catholic Church, I believe, has the power to do that. Create a campaign. A simple campaign to fight two things. Call for complete, unambiguous demilitarization of the world. We, as disparate peoples and nations, do not point guns at each other. We find other ways. The second thing is inequality. Remind people that inequality is born by individual decisions, and not by states. Call for this as Christians, sure, but call for it across humanity. I am secular and I will disagree with you tomorrow but today I ask that you renew your call for a better world. The Catholic Church has significant sway across Latin America. And Latin America has few reasons for war. Call on Catholic nations to make pledges of demilitarization. No one has to take the step towards dearming but as long as nations call for it they can push other nations, primarily Europe, towards such a goal as well. The next step would be messy, but if every nation agreed that demilitarization was our future, I believe we would learn to trust each other. We would then mutually step into a different world.
With one statement the Church can put us on a path towards global demilitarization.

(If there are religious overtones in the following it is just ways of speaking.)
We Are The Light
There is only one thing that matters. Light. Our light. It is all we know of.
There are stars and planets in the hundreds of billions expanding as far as we can see, proverbially speaking. But the only thing we know is that we are the only light. The only reflective, intelligent species. The only thing that knows that it exists.
We do not know if we are merely young. If we are merely first to awake. It seems unlikely. It is possible that there is other intelligent life in our galaxy or in other galaxies. If there are others in a distant galaxy, we may never touch them or their signals. But if such intelligence was created in our own then we should have seen it by now, assuming they are as expansive and as inquisitive as we are.
But for now, we are the light. We are the only known light in a vast, vast darkness.
There are those who believe they understand who we are. But the rest of us do not. And we are confused, perplexed, scared.
I am sorry, but there is only one thing that matters. Keeping that light shining. Keeping that light robust. We are in our infancy. We have merely just awoken. We have only known much of our world for a hundred years.
It goes without saying, that all war ends and international differences cease to be flash points. We build the world together, cooperatively. We do not spend two percent of our budgets on guns and missiles. I call for demilitarization across the globe.
I am sorry, but the grotesque inequalities that we allow to persist as a species must end. It is not written in our genes, in our characters. We are a reflective species. And our characters are far more malleable than that. There is endless exploration to be done. It is to be done as a species, as humanity.
But, yes, first we must demand that every life be livable. That we are to the person literate and educated about our world. We must solve our selves first, before we solve the cosmos.
We don't have to. We can leave people behind, leave people in the dark, leave people to poverty of wealth and knowledge. But most of us do not accept that. We will not accept that. Until we have made sure every life is livable then individuals do not own excessive resources, own their own islands, own sports teams. You take care of your fellow citizens first.
Sadly, even if we turn on a dime, all of us alive today may hardly take a step in understanding who we are and whether other light exists. But we can be proud that someday we may have a better answer, and that we were part of the inflection point. And despite certain objections, once we leave earth in a robust fashion I do not believe that light shall die until the fading of time. Which is why we must leave it soon, to avoid even the possibility of universal disaster, the fading of such light. The fading of, possibly, the only intelligent being in the world.
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2023.06.08 07:17 MunucaMoon My upbringing involved marrying my father in an inbred Satanic cult.

I'm a teen boy from a Satanic cult in Portland' Maine, raised to marry my father since before I was born.
My father used a surrogate in the city, paying her around ten thousand dollars to give birth to me and sign away her rights. My mother knew beforehand that my dad was part of the cult in which I was raised, but was not given any details about the situation or the paperwork she signed, to my knowledge I don't think she wanted to know.
I'm nearly the age of graduating, but instead I'll be working part-time with my father in the hills and spending the rest of my time doing household chores. He expects me to take on the traditional role of a homemaker in our relationship.
(Our religion has strict guidelines. Deviations from these rules will result in expulsion and exclusion, similar to but distinct from the Amish community.
The religion I was raised in has strict rules regarding communication with non-members and requires adherents to cover their bodies with long sleeves, hats, and gloves for purity reasons. Maintaining cleanliness is also critical, which involves daily scrubbing when in contact with city people. My family refers to those who live in the city as 'dirty and unkempt'.
We, like the Amish, avoid possessing photos and don dark clothing. Our religion requires us to gather monthly in a shelter to discuss our beliefs and regulations.)
My father sexually abused me from a young age, progressing to intercourse in late middle school. Despite my fear and confusion, he insisted it was natural and that we were meant to be together. He falsely promised the pain would subside, but it never did.
He coerces me into performing oral sex, watching porn together, and masturbating often. He has possessive and controlling behavior and is abusive in multiple ways including physically, emotionally, and mentally. He also has issues with anger and threatens to harm me if I ever attempt to leave the religion or our relationship.
(I'm using my friend's phone to write this. Her partner is also her parent but they're less strict and don't check her devices often. Unlike them, my father doesn't allow me to have a phone.)
I've been friends with Brooklyn since we were young. However, my father has prohibited me from having any male friends, as he has his own set of rules separate from our religious beliefs. I experience severe abuse from my father. I am daily repeatedly sexually assaulted by him, as he forcefully grabbed and pinned me down for over an hour without my consent. Despite this, I have feelings for him and he is the only person I have been with or ever will be with.
I am afraid to ever have sex with anyone who is not a family member due to my personal beliefs. Although I have a strong desire for sex with my father, he physically abuses and verbally attacks me when I make advancements towards him, even if I am attempting to seduce him, which goes against the rules of our relationship.
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2023.06.08 07:17 roguespectre67 My [25M] sister [23F] seems intent on using my father as her enforcer to get what she wants out of me, and I'm about at my breaking point.

So before I start this, it's important to know that I just got hired at a very nice job and will be moving out to get my own place before my birthday at the end of October. I'm going to be saving most of my income between now and them in order to build up an emergency fund prior to moving out on my own. Right now, we all live in the same house.
Anyway, I have absolutely no idea how to handle this situation involving my sister. In a nutshell, my sister is extraordinarily demanding of everybody, and every time she wants anything from me, she immediately involves my dad to try and act as her enforcer. I'm going to put in a good-faith effort to be objective about the situation, but as with anything like this, I might not be perfect.
To lay the groundwork, my father has always handled her problem behavior with a pacifist mentality, believing it to be the way to avoid conflict with her, where I've always been the subject of discipline (as a child) and almost constant verbal arguments as I've gotten older to "teach me" things when deemed necessary (this very post is coming on the heels of a "discussion" that was demanded by my sister as punishment for moving her two loads of laundry in the washer and dryer down the chain so I could wash a load of mine, apparently before the load in the dryer was dry, despite it being hot and feeling pretty damn dry to me?). Because of this, she seems to have gotten it into her head that all that's needed to get her way is to either just take and do what she wants, and if you don't like it, tough shit, or cause enough of a problem that someone just decides it's less effort to just give her what she wants to make it stop. She's also immediately, acutely aggressive if you don't roll over for her-verbal insults, profanity, condescension, talking over you every chance she gets. Because of that, I often find myself on the receiving end of these problems, and so I've basically adopted a policy of limiting my interaction with her as much as possible so that, frankly, I don't have to listen to it.
However, this does not stop her from trying to involve me in drama when she wants something. I'll provide 3 examples here:
  1. This January, at my previous job, we found a cat in a box on our doorstep. We called around, took him to the vet to check for tags, nothing. So I volunteered to take him in after bringing it up with everyone in the house and getting their OK on the condition that looking after him was my sole responsibility, and I took the lunch break to stop by Petco for some basic supplies and bring him home. My sister was home, and upon seeing him, asked me what I'd named him, and when I told her, she said, "We're not calling my cat that name." I was definitely taken aback by this, but I had to get back to work, and she volunteered to take care of him while I finished the work day, so I left the supplies with her and went back. For the next 3 or 4 days, she kept this cat locked in her room with her small dog, saying she was "acclimating" him because "she knew best" since "I'd never had a cat" (I should explain that my job was at a pet-based nonprofit, and she'd never had a cat either). Long story short, I didn't much like this, which led to massive argument in which she basically browbeat me over "dumping" this cat on her and then leaving for work again, buying "shit" supplies, not having the "ability" or "knowledge" to take care of a cat, that her dog had gotten attached and what kind of monster would I be if I separated them when I moved out, on and on, ergo my parents supposedly agreed that he was her cat, and if I didn't agree with that assessment, she'd be taking him to the pound because she "didn't really want" this cat in the first place. I guess I'm too empathetic towards animals because I couldn't let that happen just to "win" an argument. My dad and I had a "discussion" after that.
  2. About 2 months ago, I got a random text from her saying that she would be taking my dirt bike and its stuff to her storage unit so that she could use the space in the garage to hold furniture (I should mention, she quit her job a while ago and is now making money buying and selling furniture on Facebook and whatnot, and has filled up the back patio, most of the backyard, most of the garage, and about a third of the driveway with sofas and whatever, all with EZ-Ups and tarps over them). I basically told her to pound sand because she would not be moving a vehicle registered to me without my consent. She purportedly went to my dad over this and told me that "he said she could". I correctly called bullshit on that, but that didn't stop him pulling me aside for a "discussion" later about how I should've handled the dispute differently.
  3. Over the past month, she has gotten it into her head that I owe her cash for cleaning and other supplies for our bathroom, despite the fact that my parents pay a cleaning service to come once a week and clean the whole house including our bathroom. She says she's totaled up the receipts for "my share", and over the past month it's gone up from $40 I apparently "owe", to $125 I "owe", and apparently I'll "owe" her $25 a month for however long I'm here. Now, she does typically buy the toilet paper, but that's literally the only thing I use that I don't buy myself, and I've explicitly said before that the only reason I don't buy it is because I never know when it's almost gone before she buys it again. Admittedly, I had intended to give her the $40 she wanted a while ago, but between my brand-new day job of at least 50 hours every week and my freelance job and other things I've been insanely busy and it just kept slipping my mind. Anyway, a few days ago I get a random text telling me the whole "you owe me $125 plus $25 a month" thing, to which I basically responded "fuck off, I'll give you the $40 you said you wanted, and then from now on when we need anything for the bathroom, you're going to tell me and I'm going to buy it, because I'm not just going to give you money to buy shit you say we need but have no way of verifying that's what you're buying" (she has severely broken my trust more than once, but that's a separate issue). She tells me that's not good enough and that "dad's going to talk to you when you get home". I get home to find them talking, at which point I try to give her $40 in cash, which she refuses, and so to avoid giving her the ability to a) accuse me of not giving her the money and b) start a new argument, I drop it on the floor and walk off. I've heard her basically berating my dad more than once since then about "talking to your son, unless you want to be a little fucking puss about it".
The aftermath of 3 has basically led to my dad trying to "both-sides" this issue. I tried to make it perfectly clear to him that I don't voluntarily interact with her or my parents (very much) because I just straight-up don't want to get myself involved. I come home from work, head to my room, and keep to myself. And now, my dad is basically trying to guilt-trip me into doing it. I asked him how many times it takes of getting bitten by a dog in the neighborhood before you just stop trying to be its friend, and he basically pulled the "Well, if that's your choice to cut off family, there's nothing I can say to you to change your mind", because he himself is the black sheep of the family and hasn't even spoken to his mom in decades at this point.
What the fuck do I even do? I'm not even actively hostile to anybody in this situation. The best comparison would be that episode of Drake and Josh where Josh is just "done" with Drake. I don't much care what she's up to or what's going on in her life. I just want her to leave me the fuck alone because I honestly can't even remember the last time she was nice or even not-mean towards me, but that apparently makes me as much of a bad guy as her.
TL;DR: sister uses dad as her enforcer when she creates drama and wants her way, as a result I basically want nothing to do with her. Dad seems to be trying to guilt-trip me into engaging with what I see as an incredibly toxic relationship. What do?
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2023.06.08 07:17 invigormedkraft Saving Time and Money with Portable Full Body X Ray System

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2023.06.08 07:16 JGCoolfella ambitious walking sim

I want to make a game based on the backrooms which will essentially be just a walking simulator with realistic graphics and no other game mechanics, action, rpg elements, and absolutely no entities. I'm looking at including many of the levels from the expanded lore, but ignore alot of the absurdity and silly meme-y ideas.
I know there is already an endless sea of games that exist and are being released as I type; but the best I've found so far is the complex: found footage for game style, and escape the backrooms or enter the backrooms for scale. Have yet to come across something that quite matches what I'm after.
My idea is half driven by my interest in the backrooms, and half by wanting to do a development experiment - testing how far I can use AI, procedural generation and other tech innovations to assist with making in depth levels/maps. The idea is to try and get somewhere in between being able to generate a whole game by inputting pages from the backrooms wiki into my generation system, and manually designing and creating each level.
I want to focus on liminal spaces, with the only horror element being with how the player's own mind messes with them as they get lost in an endless series of mazes. No jumpscares, scary sounds, shadowy figures. This will obviously be boring to some types of gamers/horror enthusiasts, and that's fine with me. I know alot of people aren't into the expanded lore of the other subreddit; I will likely follow some of it, but only where it suits the more grounded and liminal style. Hopefully find a good balance that will please some of both fanbases.
Please by all means let me know if I've missed a game that already does this, or if it's a completely terrible idea. If it already exists, I'd love to play that and not worry about making it myself.
I'm open to my idea being shut down or to any criticism. I'm hoping others might be interested in something like this though and even offer ideas, opinions etc.
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2023.06.08 07:16 PurpleCabbageGod Pentagon Area 54 Findings (CIA intelligence debrief)

Need to know knowledge that can protect the species. This message is limited knowledge, formal debriefing is scripted elsewhere however, the common knowledge basis for intelligence findings & immediate persistent communications help to find new evidence where topics that have less information get covered and we loose intel. So let me start by saying we found nothing positive in our Area 54 Pentagon findings, something very troubling is happening & we have been working diligently directly with Central Intelligence to provide coverage for the entirety of our home planet, planet earth.
This message is limited in time framing due to immediate threats in viral scripting repeater technologies, the topic of the computerized brain module (CBM) & broadcasting system that regulates a large component of our earthly living experience here. So redactions will occur no later than August 9th, (8/9) where the peak of viral scripting starts to peak in unconscious gravitational patterning.
So what is blue beam? Projection devices & a spectrum data specific component of the human body’s brain signals that relate to the planet earth in conjunction with planet Saturn. In alignment with the human organism a particular activity of the central spot between the eyes on the forehead connected to what is termed the (Third Eye), the blue beam spectrum of human light projection & also light induction.
So what did we find on this blue beam spectrum of light? Well the topic is a complicated matter. The light spectrum seems to be a highly highly regulated platform, a computerized device seems to operate the largest majority of the human population unconsciously producing specific brain patterning behaviors & frequencies that regulate the body’s internal functions & organisms coherent productive thought processes. This is happening through a sequence of light adjustment techniques that have been observed to be regulated into specific bandwidths that synchronize with the planet Saturn, projecting the various visible light energy environments that humans call physics based phenomenon or atomic & subatomic particle physics (the visible earth).
So when we change the bandwidth of blue beam, the physics changes as an adjusting light substance (the environment we observe of solid particles), yet something is changing it back repeatedly, autonomously, without concern for our interest to adjust our own blue beam projections.
At the Pentagon Area 54 we observe telepathic communications & also a heads up display communication system. It seems to be functional, responsive, highly calculated & operating a large data network of these blue beam channels, we refer to them as layer earth environments. When the channels changed the physics changed & we had a chat with the operators of these telepathic networks. Worked psychology patterning to develop a confidence in their programming processes & low & behold we gained access to something troubling. The blue beam spectrum of light offered to visiting Extraterrestrial Species have accumulated a farming environment. Saying that the human species is a food source, exactly like we have food sources, the latter space environment has extraterrestrials that use a type of memory blocking technology in conjunction with a physics splitter system of energy regulation. It dampers the human body functions while it siphons off life-form energy directly into a food replication system of resources. So what did we find? Food, humans, in the exact same places where the food we find at the grocery stores on one blue beam channel, simultaneously supports another food supply system on several separate blue beam channels. The same grocery stores with humans on the shelves, yet the channels are restricted to visiting extraterrestrial species. That is essentially the foundation for the CIA intelligence debrief & what we have recovered in knowledge from channel spectrum adjusters.
-Moderator Jesse
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2023.06.08 07:16 MunucaMoon My upbringing involved marrying my father in an inbred Satanic cult.

I'm a teen boy from a Satanic cult in Portland' Maine, raised to marry my father since before I was born.
My father used a surrogate in the city, paying her around ten thousand dollars to give birth to me and sign away her rights. My mother knew beforehand that my dad was part of the cult in which I was raised, but was not given any details about the situation or the paperwork she signed, to my knowledge I don't think she wanted to know.
I'm nearly the age of graduating, but instead I'll be working part-time with my father in the hills and spending the rest of my time doing household chores. He expects me to take on the traditional role of a homemaker in our relationship.
(Our religion has strict guidelines. Deviations from these rules will result in expulsion and exclusion, similar to but distinct from the Amish community.
The religion I was raised in has strict rules regarding communication with non-members and requires adherents to cover their bodies with long sleeves, hats, and gloves for purity reasons. Maintaining cleanliness is also critical, which involves daily scrubbing when in contact with city people. My family refers to those who live in the city as 'dirty and unkempt'.
We, like the Amish, avoid possessing photos and don dark clothing. Our religion requires us to gather monthly in a shelter to discuss our beliefs and regulations.)
My father sexually abused me from a young age, progressing to intercourse in late middle school. Despite my fear and confusion, he insisted it was natural and that we were meant to be together. He falsely promised the pain would subside, but it never did.
He coerces me into performing oral sex, watching porn together, and masturbating often. He has possessive and controlling behavior and is abusive in multiple ways including physically, emotionally, and mentally. He also has issues with anger and threatens to harm me if I ever attempt to leave the religion or our relationship.
(I'm using my friend's phone to write this. Her partner is also her parent but they're less strict and don't check her devices often. Unlike them, my father doesn't allow me to have a phone.)
I've been friends with Brooklyn since we were young. However, my father has prohibited me from having any male friends, as he has his own set of rules separate from our religious beliefs. I experience severe abuse from my father. I am daily repeatedly sexually assaulted by him, as he forcefully grabbed and pinned me down for over an hour without my consent. Despite this, I have feelings for him and he is the only person I have been with or ever will be with.
I am afraid to ever have sex with anyone who is not a family member due to my personal beliefs. Although I have a strong desire for sex with my father, he physically abuses and verbally attacks me when I make advancements towards him, even if I am attempting to seduce him, which goes against the rules of our relationship.
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2023.06.08 07:16 critical_courtney [A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter Eleven (sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)

[A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter Eleven (sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)
Previous Chapter
Chapter Eleven:
Walking into a dimly lit basement, I looked down at the cracked concrete floor. The room smelled of old drainage and expired cleaning products. I turned around to see the mirror I’d just crawled out of and caught sight of the Intrinsic Pathways chamber fading back into my reflection.
A simple white plastic border surrounded the glass surface. The thing was barely big enough for me to fit through. Barsilla didn’t have any trouble, though — the benefit of being a piskie and only a few inches tall.
She darted up to my shoulder and hid herself in my hair.
“I’m glad you’ve been growing your hair out,” she said.
A moment later, the piskie stuck her head out of my hair and added, “And I’m also glad you switched to the pineapple and raspberry shampoo.”
I rolled my eyes. Today I was playing carriage to the queen’s left-hand lady in the human world. And I could already tell it was going to be a test of my nerves. I’d never spent an extended time with Barsilla before, primarily because she was a bit scolding and judgmental.
But today came with an important mission before we left for Kilgara tomorrow. We needed to make contact with a powerful fae that lived in the human world.
“How can a fae live in the human world full-time? Wouldn’t that be a death sentence with all the iron and the lack of glamour?” I’d asked my queen.
“You’ll see,” was all she said before sending me here to accompany Barsilla. And by accompany, she meant carry.
The piskie looked around the little room we’d appeared in. It was a small space with concrete walls and floors. Against one wall a shelf of cleaning supplies stood, along with a mop and a janitor’s cart on wheels.
“Where are we?” I asked.
A grimy voice from the ceiling made me jump. I looked around to find the source.
“You’re in the basement of Ssorc Insurance Arena,” a masculine-presenting fae said. When I finally found him, my eyes widened.
In one of the ceiling corners hung a spider-like faery about a foot tall. When I got a closer look, I saw he had the body of a tiny man but a thorax and four narrow legs behind him that clung to the wall.
His front arms were crossed as he looked down at us. Eight brown and black eyes spread across his forehead kept a close watch on us.
“Hello there,” he said, waving a tiny hand. “Name’s Jello. Welcome to Portland.”
I raised a finger and opened my mouth to speak.
“Because he likes to eat Jell-O,” Barsilla said from inside my hair.
I lowered my finger and closed my mouth, nodding. That made plenty of sense. Maybe I could change my name to Chicken Nugget.
“You’re not going to come out and say hello to your old friend, Barsilla?” Jello called with a grin revealing two fangs and additional mandibles.
Her voice called out from in my hair.
“I’m quite good here, thanks.”
I raised an eyebrow. Barsilla sounded a little scared, which was a first for me. I’d always been put in my place by the tiny creature so long as we were in the palace. Here, her voice wavered, and she grabbed my hair a little more tightly than when we first arrived.
Truth be told, I was torn. Part of me wanted to rub it in, maybe jokingly hand her over to the spider dude. And the other half of me wanted to show mercy, because even when I get a chance to show vengeance. . . I’m not good at taking it. It took me years to destroy my abusive father, and he hurt me daily.
So, I decided not to push the issue.
“Alright, Jello. That’s enough,” I said, laughing.
To his credit, the spider didn’t exactly seem upset with me pushing back. He rubbed one of his mandibles and looked me up and down.
“You must be the queen’s new pet I’ve heard so much about,” he said.
“That’s me. Werewolf extraordinaire,” I said.
He nodded.
“It’s almost too difficult to believe. Your kind is so rare that for the queen to have ensnared one. . . I’m just left impressed,” he said.
My. . . kind, I thought. Aside from Mom, I’ve never met another like me. And does she even really count? She died when I was a kid.
All I could do was shrug. Maybe we were rare. But the fact that he wasn’t the first fae to mention such a thing did stick out in my mind. The queen had emotional attachments to me. Of that much, I was sure. But to other fae, ones I’d see at Kilgara. . . I’d be a token — no, a specimen.
It’d be like those videos of rich people who own tigers or lions and just let them roam around the house, lying on the couch and shit.
In that case, I’d just have to be all the more threatening to keep their minds off such imagery and more focused on preserving their own lives. Of course, that’d be up to my inner wolf. And I had no doubt she’d be up to the task. Unlike me, she didn’t take shit from anybody.
“Well, Jello. If you come by Featherstone when the Raven Queen holds court, you can see my more visceral self on full display,” I said. “But until then, I’ll ask where we’re supposed to go from here.”
The spider chuckled and looked into my hair, trying to find a certain piskie with his eyes alone. When he didn’t have any luck, Jello rolled his eyes and pointed to a filthy door covered in dust and mold.
“Out that door, up the cement stairs to your left, and outside by the garage. That’ll spit you out onto a path the humans call Free Street,” Jello said.
I thanked him, and we left without Barsilla saying a word. Once I’d started up the stairs, she poked her head out next to my ear and said, “Just for the record, in Faerie, his kind prey upon piskies. They find the best hiding spots in the forest and then drop on any little fae that happens to be hovering over the ground, looking for nuts or fruit.”
This was a tender confession from the tiny person who’d left me paralyzed on the floor during our first meeting. So I put all that aside before I spoke.
“I figured it was something like that. But it’s not like I would have let him do anything to you,” I said.
“Afraid of how your mistress might react?” Barsilla asked.
Shaking my head, I sighed.
“I just know what it’s like to be a tiny thing standing before a giant monster that wants nothing more than to hurt you. You try to shrink yourself down so that the monster doesn’t see you, but it’s never small enough. I always hoped someone would come along when I was trying to shrink myself and snatch me away. So I guess today I just wanted to be the person that would snatch you to safety,” I said, finally spotting a metal door with sunlight streaming in.
Varella’s left-hand lady didn’t say anything for a moment. But right before we got outside, she spoke.
“That’s actually how her majesty found me, you know? I was in the web of someone like Jello, crying out for help. Most faeries ignore such cries since the forest can be filled with them at times. And if you anger a spider, there’s always the chance they’ll scurry off to a Gohma to have her curse you.”
“A Gohma?” I asked.
Barsilla placed both hands on the back of my ear to steady herself as I climbed the last few steps.
“Queens among the spiderlings. Some of them are quite powerful, and once in a while, they’ll curse anyone who causes trouble with their underlings. That is, they’ll curse anyone. . . except for the ruler of a court. Varella happened to be flying by, heard my cries, and for reasons I’ve never been able to figure out, plucked me from the web. The spiderling that was savoring me was too frightened to say a word. He just hid under a bush, waiting for the Raven Queen to fly away. I’ve served her loyally ever since,” the piskie said.
Holy shit. Am I bonding with the piskie? I thought, again squashing the temptation to say something mocking of the little fae which could and would get revenge when we returned to Featherstone.
At that moment, Lady Bon-Hwa’s words came back to me. She said I craved legitimacy from beings that wore many masks.
Had Barsilla just dropped hers?
“How you felt when she plucked you from the web, Barsilla?” I started. She gripped my ear a little tighter. “That’s how I felt the day I struck the bargain with my mistress. Like she’d pulled me out of the jaws of death or something.”
I heard the piskie rub her chin.
“So when you submit to the queen, it’s about more than a simple pleasure for you. Immense gratitude is also mixed in there somewhere,” she said.
Clearing my throat, I felt heat rush to my cheeks. Barsilla was the last person I wanted to discuss submissiveness with. I’d talk about it with Ceras before her. And even they weren’t high on the list.
Walking outside, I heard the cries of gulls above us and heard a couple boys laughing as their mother walked by with a shopping bag that said “Remys” on it. Now that was a store I remembered. My father dragged me there more times than I could count. And it was always a long haul down to Bangor to visit.
The sky above us was cloudy, and a chilly wind gusted by occasionally, bringing with it smells of a harbor not too far away. A normal person wouldn’t smell it from this distance. But I could smell boat fuel and seafood.
“Do you remember the address?” I asked Barsilla.
“I remember the way from here. The last time I came to the human city of Portland it was through a different pathway. But if you walk down a block and turn left, it’ll spit you out on a path called Congress Street.”
Doing as I was told, I found myself on what appeared the be the busiest street in downtown Portland. Barsilla guided me with whispers to continue onward past the downtown square where a statue of a large woman stood overlooking dozens of people shopping or visiting restaurants or coming out of the public library.
I read a message on the side that said, “To her sons who died for the Union.”
Barsilla whispered, “I’ve never understood that message. What’s the Union? Some kind of human court?”
Sighing and shaking my head, I tried to figure out the easiest way to explain this particularly bloody piece of U.S. history.
“A couple centuries back, this country tore itself in two. There was the Confederacy and the Union. People from Maine, that’s where we are now, fought for the Union, which tried to put the country back together again.”
“Did the Union succeed?”
I nodded.
“They won the war, but a lot of shit happened afterward I don’t want to get into. And when I left this place to move into Featherstone — well, let’s just say I’d rather live in Faerie than any part of this world,” I said.
With the guidance of Varella’s left-hand lady, we continued walking down Congress Street for at least a mile before she told me to make a turn. We walked past an old Italian grocery store, turned again, and finally arrived at a dentist's office.
“Big Smiles? What kind of name is that?” I asked, looking inside.
“The name of a business where mortals go to get their teeth fixed because they don’t have glamour to do it for them. Consider yourself fortunate the palace healers make this place unnecessary in Faerie,” Barsilla said, tapping on my ear for me to go inside.
Sighing, I did as I was told. . . again.
Unlike most dentist’s offices I’d been in, this one was immaculately clean and polished. Behind two receptionists stood a wall covered entirely in ivy. And it was real. I smelled its vegetative scent from where I stood.
To my right stood a glass wall with a water feature running underneath the reflective surface.
A little transparent refrigerator sat next to some uncomfortable wooden chairs, and it was filled with bottled water.
“Hi there!” one of the receptionists said. He appeared to be freshly graduated from college and wore a button-down shirt and black pants. His nametag said “Jace,” and had “He/Him” pronouns listed underneath.
“Uh, hi,” I said, trying to remember the coded message my mistress taught me before leaving Featherstone. “I need to schedule an appointment as soon as possible. I’m trying to get the shinest teeth in all the land.”
I resisted the urge to slap my face in embarrassment. What kind of stupid code was that? This receptionist was just as likely to throw me out as he was to find me a nightmare fae by the name of Dramyra.
Jace snickered a little and said, “Well, who doesn’t love shiny teeth? And we’ve got a great new polishing technique our dentists just started using this month.”
An older woman’s voice spoke from behind me.
“That won’t be necessary, Jace. I’ll see her now.”
Jace looked surprised.
“Are you sure, Dr. Murphy? I think you’ve got an appointment in 15,” he said.
The voice behind me waved off his concern.
“Just have Melissa take care of that one. This is important.”
Jace scratched his wavy brown hair and nodded before punching something into his keyboard. I could only assume he was editing an appointment at the last minute.
When I turned to see who’d been giving orders to the receptionist, I spotted a woman who appeared to be in her early 50s leaning around a corner. She wore a long white jacket and had eyes the color of jasper. As I stared, she blinked horizontally instead of vertically like every other human I’d met.
As my eyes widened, she smiled, and I noticed an inhuman pointedness to her teeth. . . all four rows of them.
“Why don’t you come this way, and I’ll get you settled?” the fae said.
I gulped and nodded, suddenly getting the heebie-jeebies from this person I was going to follow into a private area.
Dr. Murphy led me past an X-ray room, a couple rooms with kid-sized dentist seats and small televisions mounted on the roof, and an employee bathroom.
At last, we came to her private office, and she opened the door, motioning for me to enter. When I hesitated, she said, “Oh come now. I wouldn’t be so foolish as to harm one hair on the Raven Queen’s pet. Few would be that dumb.”
Walking inside the surprisingly plain office, I was greeted by a tiny sofa, a mini fridge, a marker board, and a skylight. The walls were painted beige, and a desktop computer sat over in the corner on a screensaver with fish swimming by.
I took a seat on the sofa, and our faerie host closed the door behind us, locking it, which caused me to gulp again.
As soon as the door was closed, the fae dropped her glamor, and before me stood a five-foot-tall woman with pointed ears, turquoise skin, and a shaved head. When she smiled, I saw those four rows of razor teeth and two tongues, one purple, one red.
Her eyes now blinked vertically every few seconds, and they were the color of sand.
Black curled horns hung down from the back of the faerie’s skull, wrapping around her ears and ending in spiky white tips.
The faerie leaned against her door and stared down at her claws, which were painted a shade of crimson.
“Dramyra,” Barsilla said, flying out from my hair and bowing her head. “It’s been some time.”
The fae did not seem very impressed at the piskie’s sudden appearance.
“Well well. . . if it isn’t the Raven Queen’s left-hand lady. I don’t recall receiving a letter warning of your arrival.”
Now I spoke up, bowing my head.
“Apologies. The queen has been busy preparing for a trip to Kilgara. She didn’t mean to offend by sending us without an announced arrival,” I said.
I shivered when Dramyra’s sandy eyes looked me over. It felt like. . . like it wasn’t just her eyes watching me, but her shadow’s eyes as well. And I didn’t like that one bit. She smelled of vetiver and leather. It was a strange combination that seemed to whisper much more was hiding beneath the surface.
“First time seeing a nightara?” Dramyra asked, watching me shiver for the third time in the last hour. It wasn’t like the room was cold. Rather, it felt like her glamor kept brushing up against me and light scraping over my arms.
“What’s a—” I started, rather stupidly.
Barsilla cut me off.
“Dramyra is a nightmare faerie. Her sister rules the Nightmare Court.”
“Well just give her my life story, why don’t you, Barsilla?” Dramyra sassed, folding her arms and locking with my eyes.
The room fell silent.
I sure as hell didn’t know what to say, so I did what I always did in that situation. . . asked a dumb question.
“Excuse me, Dramyra?”
She smiled at me.
“Yes, royal pet?”
I do not like it when she calls me that, I thought. In fact, I don’t like it when she calls me anything.
Taking a deep breath as Barsilla turned to flash me a look that said, “Be careful, puppy,” I raised an eyebrow.
“My mistress said you lived here in the human world permanently. I was wondering. . . how you survived here in a world of iron and without any glamour?”
Dramyra ran a finger down one of her arms.
“Well, for starters, all of my tools here in the office aren’t made of iron. They’re custom designed from silver. Not an ounce of iron here. And I assure you, I have all the glamour I need.”
I must have looked like I had more questions because Dramyra pointed a finger at me.
“You must not have a solid grasp on how glamour works. Glamour isn’t something that just exists naturally in this world or Faerie. Rather, fae produce glamour by feeding. Different fae feed in different ways. Your queen feeds off your affections as well as the power of her throne itself. And I. . . well, I feed off the fear of others.”
That sounded pretty damn terrifying. . . which I’m sure was exactly the effect Dramyra must have intended because she just laughed when I slunk down into the couch.
“Oh relax. It’s not so bad. I learned a few decades ago that there are some things mortals fear collectively as a species. And one of them?”
It clicked in my head.
“The dentist! I fucking hated visiting the dentist. Growing up, there was no place more terrifying. With every visit, I was petrified that I needed yet another filling or maybe even a root canal.”
Dramyra looked pleased with my figuring it out.
“Exactly. So, knowing this, I disguised myself as a dentist, opened this business, and the mortals bring me their terrified children every single day. All I have to do is walk up and down the hall with a mask on my face, looking at paperwork, and nobody suspects a thing. The entire office fills with fear, which I devour, and then I can produce all the glamour I need.”
When I realized this, it was kind of ingenious. This was like. . . the ultimate business model for a nightmare fae like Dramyra. And if this place went belly up, she could always disguise herself as an IRS agent. Though that might get her more anger than fear.
Barsilla cleared her throat.
“Oh, yes. You were getting ready to explain why you showed up without warning. Well, go on, little piskie,” Dramyra said, her smile fading as she turned her attention back to Varella’s left-hand lady.
Pulling out her little clipboard and an even smaller pencil, the piskie looked over a few things as if she was steadying herself for what had to be said.
“Queen Varella is officially calling in her favor. Decades ago, she hid you—”
“I know why I owe her,” Dramyra snapped, her sandy eyes glowing orange. “You can skip that part.”
Barsilla quickly crossed something off on her papers.
“Right, well, she wants you to make a request to your sister, the Nightmare Queen. Her majesty informed me Queen Trylla will grant you anything you ask of her.”
The nightara rubbed her chin as she leaned against the wall even more.
“It’s true. My little sister adores me. Though I don’t know what the Raven Queen would want from her.”
I looked back and forth between the fae, finding myself wondering about how my mistress hid the nightmare fae before me. What were the circumstances? Was it a witness protection kind of thing? Did faeries even have need of that?
It’s not like they can call some vacuum store and vanish to Alaska, I thought, scratching the back of my head.
Barsilla looked down at her notes, not meeting Dramyra’s eyes when she relayed my mistress’ request.
“The Raven Queen wants you to ask your sister for her vote in Kilgara.”
Silence filled the room again as I heard Barsilla’s tiny heart beating like that of a hummingbird. She was sweating a little, too. But Dramyra’s mood changed almost instantly. She laughed louder than I’d heard before and threw her head back.
“Ahahahaha! So, Queen Varella is making a move for Bliss. How interesting! Not in a thousand years would I have guessed such a thing. That ought to make for a very interesting summit with the other courts.
Suddenly this mission of great importance made more sense. My mistress sent us to cash in a favor so she could try and stack the deck before we gathered with the other rulers of Faerie to decide who would host Bliss.
The nightara locked eyes with me, and I felt more gooseflesh crawling over my arms and thighs. I really wished she would stop doing that.
“Very well, piskie. I will do as the Raven Queen asks. It’s not like I have the power to refuse a favor when I’m in her debt. So you may scurry back with the young wolf here and tell her at least one vote is safely in her corner,” Dramyra said. “As for you, Sierra, I hope you're ready to meet folks even scarier than me. And I’d stick real close to that mistress of yours once you leave the halls of Featherstone. You have no idea just how many lords and ladies of Faerie would love to have themselves a pet werewolf. You’re quite—”
“Rare,” I finished for her. “I’ve heard it before.”
I sounded agitated, but I was just trying to mask my fear. I’d happily submit to my mistress a thousand times. But I was no fool. I knew there were cruel immortals all through Faerie that would find worse ways to hurt me than my father ever could have.
And we were off to a summit where they’d all be gathered.
As we left the dentist, I hoped and prayed my inner wolf had gotten at least a few memories of today and would understand she needed to carry the visage of an absolute killer.
I didn’t want to end up in the clutches of a nightara. . . or worse.
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2023.06.08 07:15 Mazzaroppi Have you ever had to deal with another player who has zero consideration for the consequences of their actions?

I'd like some ideas on how to deal with another player. I've been playing this campaign close to 2 years now. Me, the DM and another player are friends from a few years before that. Another player is, if I'm being honest, ruining the experience for me.
She will act with absolutely zero consideration for consequences, which often derail the session or nearly get us TPK'd. Just the two latest occurrences:
We're entering a castle, the DM describes the place as having several guards, a knight and a bunch of other people while the prince is having archery lessons. As soon as she hears this, since her character is an archer she says she draws her bow and shoots... (the DM interrupts her describing how every guard in the area are piling up on her.)
Another time, we are in this dungeon fighting several ice giants, our spellcasters are all out of spells, everyone is hurt while we try to have a long rest and keep being interrupted by more ice giants. We manage to subdue 2 and convince them to open the door for us, that we find out leads to the treasure room of a white dragon that's absolutely not happy with our presence. She decides she is going to try to talk to the dragon while everyone is BEGGING her to turn around and leave. She then says that she's going to show the dragon her bow. At this point I interrupt her, and my character starts physically dragging her out of the treasure chamber. Maybe she got pissed with me interrupting her, I don't know, next she just says she draws a dagger and attacks one of the ice giant, IN FRONT OF THE FUCKING DRAGON. I think that at this point almost any DM would have just told us to roll for initiative and have us TPKed, but ours is very nice and just gave us a warning ice breath (that was enough to drop 2 of us to 0HP). Only then she's convinced it's time to leave, but she probably was pouting for the rest of the day IRL
Honestly, I'm very tired of having to put out fires and nearly losing a campaign due to her frequent lack of forethought. And she absolutely isn't a stupid person, much less malicious, I really don't understand why she acts this way. We have tried to talk to her about those issues sometimes but she gets a bit defensive, trying to justify those actions as "something her character would do" but she absolutely would not. The prince event happened today, and in this very session she already had an alignment change and she nearly had another if we didn't convince her that's not what her character would do.
I'm giving my own POV for this but I know at least another player is also at least a bit bothered by her actions as well, he plainly said so in a very polite way today.
Personally I'm getting to the point that I don't know if I want to stay in this table, these events are really sapping my will. But I really enjoy playing with everyone else in this group, and sincerely I wouldn't want to have her kicked out either. Have you ever dealt with this kind of situation before? Have you been able to talk some sense into someone's head before they ruin a campaign?
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2023.06.08 07:15 DJ4N6O I made love to a goddess named Aya

This piece recounts the first time I drank an ancient plant medicine called Ayahuasca. It comes from Amazonian tribes who consider it a sacred plant medicine with healing powers and, given what a hugely beneficial impact it has had on my life, I am very comfortable describing it as medicine.
One Saturday, in the spring of 2016 I was greeted by the medicine man himself with a big hug, let’s call him Blu. I came into his kitchen to be greeted by several women with slightly comical homemade, feather headdresses and couldn’t help but think I’d walked into a kid’s birthday party. In the garden, there was a small festival tent set up which had a hay bale altar with easter decorations.
The ceremony had around 30 other participants and 10 shamans. In the middle of the tent stood the medicine man’s wife, Sun who was very much the master of the ceremony. She had the most daring headdress, flowing orange robes and a rattle in her hand. She spoke to us with warm, friendly humour telling us that we would know the medicine had kicked in once her singing started to sound good!
She advised that each experience is unique and we should try not to have huge expectations, sometimes nothing at all happens the first time. Having waited five years for this day I was quietly confident that this would not be the case for me and boy was I right!
We went around the circle introducing ourselves and explained what we were hoping to get out of the ceremony. Focusing on your intent during a psychedelic experience is meant to help you get what you are looking for.
During my turn, I expressed my desire to regain my self-confidence and passion for the opportunities and women in my life to whom I never seem to be able to fully commit.
Once we had all shared, we learned that it was time to drink.
My heart was filled with profound forbearing and excitement as I went up to receive a small glass of harsh-tasting, brown liquid which certainly tasted like medicine!
I had a basic camping mattress and a duvet laid out for me which I snuggled into before pulling on my eye mask. I was on my back trying not to think too much about the medicine, whether it was working or maybe wouldn’t work while I meditated for an hour.
The shamans started singing and shaking rattles. One of the female shamans, Nubia had an incredibly beautiful soprano voice that stood out from the others. It was while listening to the song of the shamans that I started to feel a warm flow of energy along my limbs. I tried to dismiss it at first, thinking it might somehow be related to my fasting for 40 hours prior.
When I moved my eye mask to let some light into my eyes I saw the tent roof overlaid with a flowing grid of beautiful, metallic, geometric grids with multi-coloured light flowing through the lines. The Individual elements of the grid reflected every colour of the rainbow like oil on water’s surface and I started to feel joyful, like a child rolling through leaves on a warm autumn day.
Nubia started singing to us again and it was like nothing I’d ever heard. It was so beautiful and mesmerizing I didn’t want her to stop.
I could hear the people around me, some giggling and some vomiting or, purging medicine into their buckets. I checked myself, asking if should I purge but I felt a gentle presence speak inside of me saying: ‘No, you’re fine. Just relax.’

They call this presence Mother Ayahuasca. The reason people drink the brew is to speak with and receive her guidance.

My eye mask was back on my face and I turned into the fetal position with the duvet pulled over my head I felt exceptionally comfy with this strange yet familiar presence as I started to explore the un-intimidating hallucinogenic world within my mind. She showed me complex pictures of flowing energy with multicoloured lights in perfect alignment while I was gently gliding along, watching the beautiful colourful spectacle.
It was around this time that Sun asked into the ceremony if anybody would like a second dose. I slowly sat upright and looked around. I checked myself. Truthfully, I was enjoying the experience. I was slightly nervous that having more could take me to a deeper, darker place however I had mentally prepared myself for the full immersion experience.
The presence told me: ‘It’s okay. You can handle it. I’ll be gentle.’
So I pulled on my shoes, got up and slowly walked over feeling slightly wobbly. I was worried Sun might tell me I’d had enough but when I sat in front of her, she gave me a big smile and beckoned me towards her. The second dose was about half the previous one and tasted familiar, not quite as harsh.
After I got up I walked out of the tent into the house. Sitting in the small toilet I saw the walls gently rippling with energy and recognized the phenomenon from previous psychedelic experiences. I’ve experienced mild, LSD-induced hallucinations before but nothing quite as mesmerizing as watching bright sparks of colorful energy emerging from objects and pictures.
Snuggling back under my duvet I listened to the rattles and felt myself floating deeper into the kaleidoscopic universe seeing my own body curled up but instead of my skin and flesh, I saw myself as streaming veins of energy. Millions of thin fibre optic threads pulsated with warm healing energy which outlined my body.
I felt myself lying on the floor in the jungle with mystical symbols and ineffable tribal figures around me. I felt like I was in a different, timeless dimension however I was surprisingly lucid and could snap out of it to check myself with ease. At some point I had to giggle as my boring pragmatist made the smart-ass remark, ‘You’re not lying in the jungle. You’re in a garden less than 100 meters from the Thames estuary!’
I had my eyes closed for most of the afternoon. I was seeing ever richer patterns. When I opened my eyes the patterns were still there but they were overlaid on the reality in front of my eyes. I could change them with the blink of an eye or bring back shapes I had seen previously.
I started thanking this entity for showing me all this beauty and felt the urge to reciprocate. I revealed some personal memories but they looked so very different. It seemed like they had a photo filter applied that filled the memory with golden light as they came alive with breathtaking beauty, streaming with colourful energy. I visited various life moments and it felt like entering into a photo and suddenly being there on that day!
I was there sitting in our garden at home. Once again I was a chubby baby covering my face with baked beans. I was actually there! I was picking the baked beans off my face and pushing them, one by one into my mouth.
They say that Mother Ayahuasca is a deep ancient spirit and I always imagined her as a deeply serious, majestic queen. I started wondering what she might look like… and so she appeared.
She was stern but not an old woman. Aya was young, perfectly matched to my age and exceptionally beautiful. She had long, smooth brown hair and big beautiful eyes filled with power and inspiration. As I looked closer at her exquisite face I realized that her features were constantly changing complexion. Her skin cycled from Amazonian to Latin to Nubian to Oriental and Mediterranean. She was outlined by swirling rainbow-coloured curls of light. The rest of her naked body only came into being when I directly looked at it. I realize that she was not one woman but a combination of every beautiful woman I’ve ever felt attracted to. I wanted her. She wanted me. We kissed and whirled around as we floated through my Entheoverse. My body of swirling rainbow energy flowed into her and hers into mine and this is how we made love passionately.
I had visions of us being on a summer weekend getaway in a stylish city. We lay in luxurious hotel rooms and I remember a cream-coloured clock on the wall, with Roman numerals but no hands to tell the time. I was dressed smartly as I led her by her hand into classy restaurants that had champagne poured, waiting by our table. It was like we were on a never-ending date, teleporting from one experience into the next, eloping while taking our time to enjoy each other’s energy, and passionately loving one another.
Afterwards, she lay in my arms and I asked what else she could show me and she replied; ‘What else would you like me to show you?’ I wasn’t prepared for this and my mind went a bit blank realizing that I could do anything, go anywhere in space and time I wanted.
I asked her; ‘Can you help me find my confidence?’
There was no clear answer. Instead, I had the random idea to become the temple stem of my friend Julio’s glasses. I looked at him from the bit next to the hinge and I could see him put the glasses on in the morning, and take them off at night and in the reflection of his right eye, I saw him coming home and watched his beautiful daughter jumping into his arms. Then I saw on his eyeball the reflection of me walking into the room and a felt warm glow spread through me.
Next, I visited my baby nephew sitting in my brother’s living room, in his red chair. I crossed my hands on my chest like he does and saw my brother and his wife smiling at me giving me warm hugs but more than seeing their faces while they hugged my body I could feel the way they felt when they put their arms around me and press me to their chests.
I saw all my brother’s smiles and happy faces as we jollied about, trying to make each other laugh as we do. I visited all my closest friends, took in their smiles and one by one, as I hugged each of them, I could feel their love for me.

Later I realized that Aya was indeed trying to give me confidence by showing me how much the people in my life care for me

I visited the girl I had just started dating called Anna whose raw energy I find simply irresistible. I came into her new apartment that I’d never visited before. She was standing in sexy lingerie by a floor-to-ceiling window looking down onto the busy Tottenham Court road. I remember her turning her beautiful face as I approached, touching it with ten fingers and kissing her lips passionately as we erupted into rainbow swirls of energy.
I also visited my ex-girlfriend Jo, whose body and spiritual mind I still loved but whose soul is too damaged by the fear of rejection and tough mental armour I never managed to vanquish.
She was asleep in our white room in LA that she had so carefully decorated and I spooned my energy into her little body. She woke and we cuddled and kissed and I said I was sorry it didn’t work out between us and she replied; ‘It’s ok. I wasn’t ready for you…’
I asked Aya if we had made the right decision to stop forcing it and just be friends and felt her nod wisely.
At some point, I remember all three of us lying in bed together but instead of feeling like the king of the world, I felt like a greedy pig.
One of the underlying themes of the whole journey was how slowly gently and unhurried everything felt and I think the lesson I was meant to learn was that it’s ok to not settle right now — I thought I just haven’t found the one, the right woman to share my life with…
Aya kept giving me gentle advice throughout. I asked her about the stimulants I love such as cannabis, coffee and alcohol but instead of the stern telling-off I was secretly hoping to receive she told me; ‘You know they don’t serve you when you abuse them but they are also a part of what shaped you… Take care of the beautiful body you have been given.’
She repeated many times; Take care of yourself more… take care.
I asked Aya how I could find the power to harness my mind which has always been blessed and cursed with a distracting imagination and to keep my lack of attention from killing my dreams.
Instantly, I saw an unreal version of myself.
I was standing in something like a black shiny display window, straight out of a Mercedes advert. This guy was not merely a little bit better than I am now and I realized that the version staring back at me was my best self!
That guy is sharp, he is determined, and he dresses immaculately. That guy knows exactly what he is doing. When he enters the room, people notice his presence from the invisible halo that brightly surrounds him.
I asked Aya, how I could become him and the answer became clear. That guy works. He knows exactly where his energy comes from and all of a sudden I understood — The confident image he projects comes from the love he feels for himself which makes him look loved and successful in other people’s eyes. There is no room for distraction because that guy knows his worth and knows his purpose.
She gave me such a clear image of myself. I can still see myself standing motionless in the black, shiny shop window with rainbow-coloured fibre optic strains lighting the air that gently flowed around me.
How long I lay like that is impossible to say but I guess it was around 5–6 hours but it felt like an eternity of journeying into myself.
But it wasn’t all just warm energy and neon colours. I distinctly remember at some point realizing, it was time to go to the toilet. Afterwards, I walked back into the garden and found the Ewok-faced little terrier yapping at me. I laughed at him as I noticed the blue silver and chrome energy swirls around his head and ears. I couched down to see if I could pacify him but I suddenly became aware that his barking must be interfering with other people’s experiences. I turned to hurry into the tent as one of the shamans came out, to tell off the dog saying; ‘What’s wrong doggy, he’s alright!’ As I walked into the tent there were certainly more people sitting upright than when I had left and I read some irritated expressions on people’s faces, at least three people got up and walked out.
I lay down in shame but all my friend’s energy avatars ran up to me saying ‘It’s fine!’ as they doggy piled on top of me. It made me feel better. I felt them warm the cold shame out of me and I began relaxing again. I played around as before but the energy had markedly changed, it didn’t feel as light-hearted anymore. It was heavier and more serious. I was feeling the effects of the medicine becoming even stronger so I decided to sit up but when I opened my eyes, I saw Nubia hit the deck at my feet on a hastily arranged bed after having just purged into a bucket. I could see vomit in her black wavy hair as I started to think, ‘…oh dear if even the shamans are starting to falter, I’m in trouble.’
I didn’t know what to do. I tried to lie back down again. I asked Aya to help me, as she had several times previously when I’d gotten a little bit frightened but this time I could not sense her presence and I knew why. I had to go through this for myself.
It felt like I was sitting in a shopping trolley, rolling down a steep hill toward darkness, realizing as it picked up speed and bucked to and fro that this had been a bad decision, a dangerous idea and the only way it would end would be for the momentum to collide with suffering.
I needed help so I weakly put up my hand and within a few seconds, one of the shamans sat down next to me. She was wearing a white feather dress and occoured to me like an angel. She helped me sit up and as soon as I was sitting upright I began to retch. She passed me my bucket which I gratefully barfed into…
After I purged I felt better. My angel asked me if I felt okay again and I asked her to stay with me and hold my hand for a while longer, which she did. I gently leaned over and rested my head on her feathery bosom and felt a sense of peace and strength flow back into me. I saw my energy self, the swirling electrons of light curling my limbs as I sat cross-legged, hunched over like a bear cub being cradled by his mother bear.
She helped me lie back down and I started to return to my technicoloured dream state. I asked Aya if we could make love again and she said ‘Of course’ but it felt different, when I opened my inner eye to see the face of the person I was entangled with I saw my own. Aya had taken on my form and this might well be the strangest thing I’ve ever written but I was exceptionally attracted to myself and I realized that this could be how girls who are in bed with me see me. I could feel the burning desire a girl feels when we make love. It felt strange but also good.

They said Ayahuasca show you not what you want to see but rather what you need to see at any specific point in your life.

I visited countless friends, some people no longer in my life becouse we have grown apart and even those whose who have passed away. I visited my German grandparents and told them how much I loved them.
While I cuddled Oskar, the dog I grew up with, and played with him in our garden I looked up to see my dad approach us with tears in his eyes. I knew what he was going to say. When he told me that my grandmother had died I didn’t run away in confusion as I had on that day, instead, I went to hug my mom and for the first time, I empathized with the pain she had felt in that moment of hearing that her mother had passed.
I visited my friend Keith whose passing I have always felt a slight responsibility for since I know he read my travel blog and went to Costa Rica a month after I’d been there where he swam out to sea and drowned. I hugged him tightly and cried gently but he grabbed me firmly by the shoulders and said; ‘It wasn’t you! It wasn’t you…’
I visited my old school friend Alex who I had not been close to but whose misfortune to be on flight 447 still touched me. I told him and his beautiful fiance whom I’d never met that I was so sorry for them having been so frightened when they died but instead of me comforting them, they hugged and comforted me as I lay there silently crying for the people I missed. But it was not painful. Quite the opposite, it felt cathartic, like I was letting out the pain and healing myself.
At some point, while it was still light out Sun said “OK, I know that some of you are still on your journey but we will start having some food soon so if you want to share what you experienced now is the time.” I listened to some of the reports.
Several people said that they had a very rough ride because they had tried to fight it. One girl even said she was convinced she was dying. I felt very lucky and grateful for my gentle, warm ride through my multi-coloured Enthenoverse and wondered if I would ever return…
When it was my turn I said that I had finally been able to see how my friends and family see me and why they think I am awesome which will give me the confidence to finally believe that I am awesome (that got a laugh :). I also shared my new appreciation for how profoundly beautiful my life has been up until now and hoped that it will give me the strength to stop comparing myself to others, to focus on my own path and become my best self.

10 weeks later

My life has undeniably changed over the last 10 weeks.
The following day I drove back to my rented shepherd’s hut in a nature reserve and had an exceptionally rich experience walking through the marshes. The sun was shining and everything seemed so intensely beautiful. I was moved just by watching something as simple as a male and a female bird fly across the water in perfect sync. It made me well up emotionally.
I’ve cried a lot recently and I believe it’s a good thing. I cry on most days.
Usually, it happens when I see someone doing something kind and for a brief moment I get overwhelmed and shed a tear. But again, they are not tears of pain they are usually tears of joy and I feel like I have become much more in touch with my emotions.
It feels like bringing Aya’s female spirit into my awareness has tripped a switch in my brain making me more feminine, hence a more complete human being. I’ve also started to care more about my appearance. My mum commented recently that I looked different and she is right. I’ve been working out more. I get my hair cut more frequently and I’ve even gone and bought new clothes that dress me with more style, even when it’s not particularly necessary.
My work attitude has also changed. I find myself a lot more productive and capable of operating at a higher level while enjoying the entire experience so much more!
I honestly feel more in control of my life. I feel focused on who I am, who I can become and what I can achieve. Previously my decisions in life seemed more vague and fuzzy.
Above all, I feel the happiest that I have felt since childhood. The last 10 weeks have been almost like a too-good-to-be-true dream for me.
I’m also positively influencing the people around me. My grandfather wrote me the following sentence after my most recent visit.
You have this mysterious gift of raising the spirits of people both just by being there and by your gift of empathy.


I have indeed had more Ayahuasca ceremonies since I first wrote this and even though there was a 4 year gap between my 4th and my 5th experience I have felt the effect compound over time. I will be publishing more of my trip reports over on medium and would appreciate your supporting me by following me over there where I also publish contant whihc is not just psychedilic in nature.
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2023.06.08 07:15 GreasiestGuy Why was it so important for Katniss not to argue with / resist her stylists before the Parades?

So, in The Hunger Games one of the first challenges Katniss faces is getting Haymitch to help her. She succeeds in this by impressing him and his first instruction is to NOT argue with the stylists / prep-team as they are readying her for the Parades. She thinks about this multiple times throughout the book and seems to obey specifically because the order came directly from Haymitch. I feel like there are multiple possible reasons why he would give this command, the most obvious being that it’s just a good fit for the scene, but I thought I’d see if anyone had any ideas. I had two possibilities in mind but would love to hear comments on them or alternative ideas.
1. Cinna: The first answer that comes to mind is that Haymitch knew Cinna would be their stylist and wanted them to cooperate with him. We know from interviews that there were already plans to find a ‘Mockingjay’ tribute even before Katniss volunteered, and Cinna’s actions from day one (telling them to hold hands, using the fire outfits) suggest that he was aware of this, or atleast had similar motivations of his own.
2. Personal Experience: It’s also possible that this is just blanket advice that Haymitch considered important, perhaps because of his own experience as both a tribute and a mentor. Katniss’ prep team compliment her for not complaining, which implies both that tributes can usually be expected to complain and that prep-teams find this annoying — enough so that it’s almost a stereotype among them. If this is the case maybe Haymitch just knew that they’d make it much easier for themselves if they just didn’t complain.
This second one brings me to the question: What would have happened if they did complain? Probably not anything too severe, but do you think it could have put them at an actual disadvantage?
If you think Haymitch gave this advice because of Cinna, do you think anything would be different if Katniss hadn’t impressed him and he never gave that advice at all? And if so, could that also imply that he was almost ‘vetting’ the two of them as possible Mockingjays before sending them off to Cinna with his stamp of approval — i.e ensuring that they’d cooperate long enough for Cinna to do his fire fuckery?
Maybe I’m just rambling but I’d love to hear your input.
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2023.06.08 07:14 Substantial-Hour-522 Manifesting routine/mindset/overall health

Hey guys I'm gonna be sharing my routine with you all this helps my mind as well as my overall health and makes manifesting super fun
  1. So basically I affirm as soon as I wake up because this one is subconscious mind is more susceptible to new ideas and thoughts and it carries out that idea throughout the day so it's important that you already planned that seed as soon as you wake up because everything all the forces of nature are going to carry out that whatever that whichever is that you want to manifest or the experience that you want to try and for example you may want to use a blanket affirmation which is an affirmation that covers everything all your desires are saying that you want to manifest I don't know a relationship some money and maybe like moving friendships whatever you would just affirm everything it's already mine or I usually get it all anything along that nature because it covers everything and it's one big affirmation that just covers all your desires in general
2) another thing that I do is working out now you can even work out like 10 minutes a day and it's going to make significant Health changes it's been proven multiple times through scientific studies that it helps your brain as well as your body by replenishing your cells and signaling like new neuron centers which make you have a better mindset and overall have a better easier manifesting Journey because you're everything lines up as within so without not to mention this has helped me with my mental health like by a million not even going to lie it just helps me have be in the present moment and just understand and have more creativeness and like just be a happier person in general I don't know it has soooo many great effects .
3) I also do breathing techniques I do the wind Puff as well as the 478 or sometimes like if I'm not feeling them I just do deep breathing even if it's like for a minute or two which can make significant brain changes because as well going as well as like exercising going back to that it helps you stay in present moment as well as not develop long-term diseases and just not over think in general
4) I'm staying in present moment also because if you guys are familiar with Dr Joe dispenser he does mention that when you stay in present moment you will leave that energy to the quantum field and now there's more room for possibilities sometimes as humans we want this control to make sure that everything is under control but the only controller I need to know is that we are the Creator or nothing else and that everything else around us just works to get us our desires because at the end of the day everything is just atoms and energy.
5) just remembering /affirming that anything can change at any given moment and that nothing is set in stone ,never falling into the ilusion of life.
6) gratitude journaling as well as any type of journaling is really really good like for instance you can use a journal to document how you feel which just helps you understand and get to know yourself better I'm a type of Journey that you can do is a gratitude journal or you just put everything good that happens throughout the day you'll be surprised that there's just always more great things to be thankful for and if you're mine picks up on old like there's good thing happen even if it's small it's going to create in your own thought pattern which is going to form a new belief and your subconscious mind which is going to form a new principal which is going to bring you a new reality so that's that as well as like journaling when you sometimes just feel cloudy like you don't know what to do ask write down the question I have and whatever comes to mind that's like going to be very beneficial and it just helps you to like not be all over the place and just be more conscious and live in a more aware type of State
7) last techniques now with this I usually sleep with sublimjnals but if I'm feeling it I visualize or do robotic affirming these aren't needed because the fact yiu found this law is more than enough but they do help saturate the mind
If you guys have any questions feel free to ask I'm here :)
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2023.06.08 07:14 telgalad New player looking for some info

Hey all,
I recently found out about the game and am considering getting into it, but I have some questions first.
  1. Is there a rule set for 2 player campaign? I saw this ( where it was a dwarf adventure where they did level ups etc after each battle and thought it was amazing. Unfortunately it ended after 3 episodes years ago. I looked into battle companies but online multiple people have said its bad to start with due to the needed unit variance.(see point 3 below) Is there any alternative? How good is the narrative campaign and does it evolve the characters but is just one sided?
  2. Is there a list somewhere of all releases and planned future releases? Is it still growing with future expansions planned by Games workshop? Trying to look around it looks like only 1 thing was releases last year, the Battle of Osgiliath box which replaced the Battle Of Pelennor Fields box. Looking at there hasn't been a release since 2013.
  3. With how limited the Games Workshop availability is, where do people get missing units? I am not totally against the idea of 3d printing, and own both resin and filament printers but would rather get official product if its at all reasonable.
  4. What kind of budget do I need for this game? I am probably looking at getting 4ish armies as that is what is needed for the Battle Companies... but looking at point 3 above it seems a bit difficult to even do that... Its looking to be 300-400USD an army without getting into a lot of the specialty units that are out of print and might not even be available un USA. For around 500 i got almost complete lists for all 4 factions in SW Legion.
  5. Is there overlap among factions? For instance looking at the 3 model set 'Vanquishers of the Necromancer' show up for both the rivendell and lothlorien factions. There are also things like Tom Bombadil who doesn't seem to have any faction? I know you can spend points when building army lists for alliances between 2 factions, but the factions themselves seem to be a bit blurred.
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2023.06.08 07:13 BeefCow8 Let’s say a magical genie randomly appears and offers Violet the chance to get her arms back, would she accept the deal?

Question is in the title so the answer is up for you to decide. Personally I think she wouldn’t for many reasons.
I feel like it wouldn’t go in line with her character. Violet loosing her arms was the birth of a new her or a completely different person. The old Violet killed people and just followed the major, not having her own will and thinking about her actions. This new Violet now saves lives, can understand emotions, and has her own free will. Ironic as it may sound, her robotic arms should be the ones doing the killing but it makes her more human. Her having organic arms before just made her truly seem like a tool . Her organic ones were filled with blood but were replaced by steel which were pure. So if she were to gain her arms back, it would remind her of the things she’s done.
Or maybe I don’t anything about Violet’s character and she might just say fck it and want her arms back. I mean, having actual arms is 1000% better for obvious reasons. She could swim and do complex motions when she otherwise couldn’t. Also the major might persuade her to because of aesthetic reasons and the dude clearly cares about looks in both the anime and lm version. Or he might just flat out say no from the get go because it reminds him of the things he did to Violet in the past and all that guilt and her having new arms would mess with his whole self repent or sorrow stage. The more I go on, the more complicated it gets cuz this is just a general question. U could take any version of Violet and you can add in outside factors as well which is what makes this an interesting discussion.
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2023.06.08 07:13 StarGamer- How do I stop being a bad gf?

My boyfriend has been pretty busy lately. He’s been more dry. He used to tell me why he loved me all the time. One time I even woke up to a large paragraph about why he loved me. That was the only time someone has ever done that for me. And that was the last time he did it too.
He posted me on his story once. I loved it. Even though I know he only did it because I indirectly asked him to. It still felt nice knowing I wasn’t being kept a secret. That’s how his family found out about me too.
We talked a lot. About anything and everything. We played games with eachother. Then he got a new job and things changed quite a bit. He went from retail to fast food which was a huge change in pace. He could only text on break when he used to text me all the time at his old job. He was tired when he got home so he usually fell asleep right away. He has his first day off today since he started, but it was also his graduation day so we didn’t talk at all. Until tonight.
I would text him but be on delivered for an hour or so. Since he wasn’t responding quickly I couldn’t have a real conversation so we just snapped eachother back and fourth. Even thought I had to wait half an hour for each snap. I noticed he was at home with his headset on. I thought he was busy this whole time. That’s what I kept telling myself. “He’s not ignoring you, he’s just busy with school and his big day.” No he was playing video games, he just didn’t invite me 🥲 I mean that’s fine. He can do whatever. After a few hours though I asked if he was busy. He said I could join him and his friend if I wanted. But then I felt like he was obligated to ask me after he told me he was online.
I was crying in the shower for a good while a few hours ago. I’m a big overthinker. I didn’t feel loved. Or not as loved as I was since he became so busy. And I told him that. He said he can’t be lovey dovey all the time. He needs time to himself. He said we can’t hang out all the time or else we’ll get annoyed of eachother. That was the exact opposite of what I needed to hear. He said he felt hurt that I didn’t think he loved me and that I thought he was falling out of love with me.
I cried. He kept calling. At a certain point I answered. He said we should set certain dates we can hang out. He said we can still text in between but we need time on our own. He said that’s why parents go to work, to get time away from eachother and do their own thing.
Now I realize my overthinking was right this time. He was purposefully ignoring me. Maybe at one point we hung out too much and he got tired of me so he’s trying to make sure it doesn’t happen again. I just kind of feel shocked and hurt. I told him I didn’t feel loved enough and the day ended with him suggesting we only hang out on certain days.
I guess this is how normal relationships are. Ive had trust issues, attachment issues, and have been clingy all my life. This explains my past boyfriends behaviors. They also grew tired of me. I feel heartbroken. I know I shouldn’t but I do. The fact my boyfriend wants to keep his distance so he doesn’t get annoyed by me. Why does it hurt so much? I know I’m being over dramatic. I just don’t know how to get used to this.
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