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It’s over…it’s finally over…now where am I gonna get my footy fix? “Watch the MLS?” I’d rather take up heavy drinking again. The World Cup, the Champions League, and the EPL did a number on my sanity this season. Anyone else feeling this way?
Manchester City: It looked like the monopoly was going to finally end again. City brought in a whole new squad with Haaland, Akanji, Alvarez, Sergio Gomez, and integrating academy players like Cole Palmer and Rico Lewis. The first half of the season you could see Pep’s children struggling to play with Haaland. But then…Kevin De Bruyne and Jack Grealish must’ve been juicing in the dressing room. The back half of the season saw Haaland explode with his 36 goals, the most of a single striker in a season. They not only victimized the leaders in Arsenal, they stormed the gates, ravaged the village and took the riches for themselves. AGAIN. Winning the FA Cup is routine by now. But the Champions League…That’s the main prize. Becoming the next English team to win a treble is a good add-on. Man United can punch air knowing they’re still miles behind the noisy neighbors who have now won six league titles under Pep. Better sort of these contracts for Gundogan, Laporte, and Mahrez though. Or don’t, because we know they can replace anyone with all that oil money.
Arsenal: You bottled the league title after over 264 days at the top do the league? What’re you, Tottenham??? This is shambolic squad management. Even with all those reinforcements in Trossard and Jorginho, they couldn’t keep up the pace. Not only do you lose out on the title, you went trophyless. The Cup showings were even worse than previous seasons. And you want to say it wasn’t a bottle job? My brother in Christ, you lost to Southampton. This was the best chance Arsenal has had at ending the league title drought but Arteta is still showing himself as diet Pep. Even if you do buy more exiled City players, more is still needed. Welcome back to the Champions League, I guess. It’s good having a young team like this. Do not fuck it up. Do not waste the young years of Odegaard and Saka.
Newcastle: That Saudi investment is working. The Magpies used their newfound riches to attract the likes of Isak and Botman knowing they were only a few steps away from Champions League nights. Then came the addition of Anthony Gordon because squad depth is paramount in a game like this. And they got it. For the first time since 2004, Newcastle is in Europe. Eddie Howe deserves a lot of praise for the work he has done. He’s unlocked Callum Wilson, Joelinton, Miguel Almiron and Allan Saint-Maximin. Kieran Trippier’s career has been revived. Even players like Big Bird Dan Burn have flourished. We all knew this was going to happen. Just not this soon. We now have to deal with TWO oil money clubs jockeying for the title. I can understand why haters think they’re screwed. Get your money up or get your funny up.
Manchester United: I’m going to give Erik Ten Hag a 7/10 for his first season in Manchester. He got Marcus Rashford scoring again. That was an achievement in itself. Casemiro turned out to be the best thing for United since Fergie. When he’s not getting red cards. Luke Shaw took big strides even at center back. A commendable top 4 finish and a League Cup plus the FA Cup final to round it out. They still lost some really foolish games and they had the Cristiano situation. David De Gea doesn’t look like his old self anymore either. The Glazers-to nobody’s surprise-have still not sold the club. The lack of depth signings continue. But they’re in good position for a nice run next season. Who knows, maybe the Qataris will buy the club. That’ll change things. You’ll just be like Manchester City, I’m just saying…
Liverpool: Well, well, well…Liverpool missed out on Champions League football. It was a trying season, I get it. Not having any reliable midfielders will do that. You brought in Arthur Melo because reasons. Henderson and Fabinho looked like shells of themselves. The departure of Sadio Mane rocked the team, and Darwin Nunez or Diogo Jota couldn’t fill the role. Injuries piled up and the trauma continued. Luis Diaz barely played this season because of them. Trent was cooked on defense all season long. Yet Liverpool still ground out a 5th place finish. Klopp’s not done in England yet. The future remains unclear as FSG continue pondering selling the team or giving Klopp more signings. Knowing how injured Van Djik and Konate have been, they might need it. Especially in midfield. They’re hurting bad in the middle of the park. At least you’re not Everton. Take solace in knowing Alexis Mac Allister is likely on his way to Anfield.
Brighton: Graham Potter leaving Brighton was the greatest thing to ever happen to this club. That and having the best scouting network in the whole league. Finding ballers in the South American youth ranks, the J-League and other random places formed a pesky unit of warriors. Karou Mitoma, Alexis Mac Allister, Facundo Enciso, Moises Caicedo, Pervis Estupinian, Evan Ferguson, Lewis Dunk, Jason Steele. These are the core of Roberto De Zerbi’s army of seagulls. Welcome to European football, boys. Just know you will have to start the next campaign without Mac Allister and likely Caicedo. They’ve attracted too much attention from bigger teams. Even City is sniffing around at Mitoma. I’m honestly impressed, Brighton. I’m also insanely jealous of your scouting network.
Aston Villa: Who knew Steven Gerrard was a fraudulent manager living off the success of a single Scottish title win? LITERALLY EVERYONE. Thus, Villa canned him for Unai Emery, and for the best. They went from relegation fodder to a berth in the Conference League. Ollie Watkins found his scoring touch again. Emi Buendia is now living up to the expectations (somewhat). Lucas Digne is back to Champions League-caliber. Philippe Coutinho is not even a core player anymore, just a good impact sub at this point. Villa might be punching a little above their weight but they’ve been defying expectations for a while now. With the godfather of European football at the helm, the sky is the limit. Welcome back to Europe, boys.
Tottenham: LOL Spurs always reigns supreme. I swear, it’s like rooting for the New York Mets: champagne expectations, perpetual disappointment. This season went from promising to utter dumpster fire in a matter of weeks. Antonio Conte got fed up with the players being shit again and got himself sacked promptly after that fiery press conference. Daniel Levy has never been under more pressure from fans and Harry Kane before. Spurs went from maybe squeaking out Europa League to missing out on Europe entirely. They wasted a 30-goal season from Harry Kane. Son was out of form all season. Richarlison scored 1 league goal all season. They had no defense and Lloris looks like Father Time got the best of him. Games were bottled, and through it all, they are now manager-less AGAIN. Is is time for Levy to step down? I don’t know, but he needs to do something about this team. It’s not even fun to complain about Spurs anymore. Now it’s just pure, unadulterated apathy.
Brentford: This is a fun team to watch. Thomas Frank is a magician with these players. Even with Ivan Toney going full Calvin Ridley mode, Brentford managed to win big matches when it mattered. Bryan Mbuemo played understudy to Toney most of the season but stepped up when they needed him. Rico Henry flourished at the back. Ben Mee transformed into a better player than he was at Burnley. David Raya is making a name for himself as clubs like Spurs eye him. Even Thomas Frank is getting considered for new roles. The Bees are buzzing. The West London newbies not only had a solid summer transfer window, they have finished top 10 in the second season of the big show. Now comes the hard part: next year. What do you do without Toney? Will you buy a new striker like Jonathan David? It remains to be seen, but in Frank’s Nordic vision we trust. He’s definitely got some crafty Danes or Norwegians waiting for a call.
Fulham: Speaking of West London clubs, I’m gonna buy these guys a round next time I see them. Congratulations, Fulham! You didn’t get relegated! Marco Silva didn’t even have to work miracles to do it. They played well at times, and obviously shit the bed in others. But you can’t say they didn’t fight every minute of every game. Aleksander Mitrovic finally learned how to score in the Prem. Willian returned to West London in full cry. Tim Ream made us Yanks proud as he held it down at the back. The X Factor: Joao Palhinha. You didn’t bend the knee willingly, boys. That shows character. Gotta say I’m proud. Now keep going, Tony Khan. You know they can aim just a tad higher.
Crystal Palace: Palace didn’t really do anything different this season. I say that because they pretty much finished where they always do. Comfortably mid-table again. I really thought Patrick Vieria was doing something at Selhurst Park, but then he was relived off his duties after a bad patch of form. So they decided to recycle the nostalgia and bring back Roy Hodgson…uh huh. Nothing really changes does it? Eberechi Eze turned into a special player. Zaha was Zaha, nothing new there. Jordan Ayew played solidly too. Michael Olise might be the standout player. He was really getting linked with a move to PSG to replace Messi?? I prefer not to speak.
Chelsea: Lol Spurs? No, LOL CHELSEA! We all knew the Todd Boehly takeover was gonna change things. We didn't expect a dip into total mediocrity. All while spending over 600 million quid on player signings. Thomas Tuchel was sacked....then Graham Potter got 8 months to make things worse...then they brought back Frank Lampard to see out the season because that's American forward thinking. Yea the viibes are horrendous at Stamford Bridge. Bringing in Enzo Fernandez, Chernobyl Traore in Mudryk, David Fofana, Wesley Fofana, Raheem Sterling, Kalidou Koulibaly and everyone else killed any team chemistry. Joao Felix was exiled from Atletico by Diego Simeone to basically do nothing in England for 6 months. Kai Havertz is STILL not a real striker. Auba brought back the No. 9 shirt curse. Christian Pulisic was fed up with it all and tried to force himself out to no avail. Mason Mount dropped off hard, but still has enough Englishness to warrant a move to United. The Blue Lions are dying in front of us. After years of poshness and self-absorption, they will not be playing European football next season. Thus, they brought in Mauricio Pochettino to fix things. Spurs fans everywhere are dying on the inside at their old gaffer taking the job...but it's the perfect fit for this Chelsea team. They'll be back, just wait.
Wolves: Wolves…wake up. What the hell are you doing? Why are muddling through these seasons lately? The vibes of the Nuno era are gone. New culture had to be created. Except it wasn’t. Bruno Lage was hired and did whatever it was he did. Which basically flirted with relegation. Julen Lupotegui came in after he was sacked by Sevilla and changed everything. It still wasn’t enough. The team was Ruben Neves saving their asses while Raul Jiminez continues to find himself after his head injury. Take solace in knowing Max Kilman is becoming a fantastic defender. Hwang Hee Chan looks more comfortable in England. But Wolves could be doing so much more. It’s a shame they’re gonna sell Neves. They were so close to shattering the glass season a few seasons ago. Oh how times change.
West Ham: This is the dark side of two consecutive seasons of deep European tournament runs. Your league form suffers. In West Ham’s case, it was injuries and inconsistent football. David Moyes is a decent manager but he can only take you so far. Just ask Everton fans about that. Sure you made the Conference League final but was it worth losing guys like Paqueta, Scamacca, and Antonio to the injury gods while selling Craig Dawson and sacrificing your league form? Declan Rice carried the Hammers at times. Only adding to his value as his big boy move is finally coming together. A bottom half finish is a few steps back but it’s not unexpected. It will be a big summer for the Hammers. It’s time to start planning for life after Rice. You can recover from it, but will Moyes be the guy to take you back to the top 10? You tell me.
Bournemouth: Scott Parker getting sacked in the fall saved the Cherries. Gary O’Neil had a vision for this team. They executed it well. Without his guidance, Bournemouth would surely be in the drop zone. In the first year back in the Prem, Bournemouth produced respectable results. Philipp Billing, Jefferson Lerma, and Dominic Solanke are some talented players but they have their limits. You'll be without Lerma next season since he's moving to Crystal Palace in the summer. Buying up all that European talent helped in the battle to stave off relegation, but where do you go from here? European places will be way too difficult reach with the level of parity we have now. Staying up next season will likely be the goal.
Nottingham Forest: 30 signings later, Forest avoided the drop. What else is there to say? The football was strictly average. Some players like Taiwo Ayonini lived to the hype, as did Morgan Gibbs-White. Keylor Navas was a great addition to keep the ball out of the net. Others like Jesse Lingard did not. The standout? Danilo from Palmerias, a strapping addition. Players like Ryan Yates, Brennan Johnson, and Joe Worrall proved they can hang in the big leagues. Steve Cooper is not getting sacked. But knowing how crazy the Greek overlords are, that could change on a dime. Whether you can take that next step to the top 10 I’m not sure of. Steve Cooper is strictly an average manager. A squad this big with this much high-end talent could use with a better voice. Your move, Forest.
Everton: Conglaturations, boys! You did the great escape…AGAIN. Remember last season how you said “never again?” What a load of horseshit. Everyone knew Everton would be lucky to survive given the state of the squad. When you rely on Abdoulaye Doucoure and Dwight McNeill as your main scoring threats, you know it was not going to be a good season. Try the board running fake stories about getting death threats from fans. Try fans confronting Yerry Mina in the parking lot after a tough loss to Southampton. Try sacking Frank Lampard and replacing him with Sean Dyche…actually that was a good decision. Farhad Moshiri is under serious pressure to turn things around. It doesn’t help Everton are about to get hit with FFP regulations even worse than City or Chelsea…is it worth building that new stadium if you’re playing in 2nd division? It’s not a matter of if Everton go down, it’s a matter of when Everton go down.
Leicester: Dude, what the fuck??? You’re supposed to breaking the Big 6 ceiling, not shattering your own reputation. We lauded Leicester for their recruitment and performances. But this is the fate of bundling all your eggs in the Champions League basket. Missing out on those revenues crippled the finances. Buying all those players came back to haunt them. Without Jamie Vardy leading the line, the team looked lost. Brendan Rodgers knew his time was up but was sacked unceremoniously. Dean Smith could not right the ship. After 7 seasons and three trophies later, the Foxes are back in the Championship. Such a shame. Open the flea market though. Maddison, Tielemans, Ndidi, and Barnes will all be lined up for moves to bigger clubs. Thanks for the memories, Leicester.
Leeds: Leeds are paying for the sins of Radriazzani. The guy he fumbled the bag in the worst possible ways. Forget about his off-pitch antics. This team was trying too hard to remake the Bielsa years. Fans never got behind Jesse Marsch’s American Revolution and he was kicked to curb after a shit run despite beating Liverpool. Javi Gracia took over and changed nothing. So to salvage the season, welcome back Big Sam!! loses 4-1 to Spurs on the final day oh dear lord. Even the relegation dodger himself could not fix a team that can’t connect. Jack Harrison took massive steps forward and is probably the first to go to replenish the coffers. Robin Koch will likely follow suit. Adams, McKennie, and Aaronson are definitely going to other clubs. They never got utilized correctly anyway. The vibes of the Bielsa era are gone. Every attempt to replace them didn’t work, especially if the fans weren’t willing to move on. Don’t make the same mistakes of 2004.
Southampton: The Saints go marching into the Championship. After 8 years of playing big club killer, Southampton is gone. I’m not sad about it. I hated playing against them because they’d always step up against London clubs. For a less bias take, it’s not something they could avoid. They didn’t have the talent or leadership to fix things. Ralph Hassenhuttl was largely uninspiring so it made sense when he got the boot. But Nathan Jones from Lutron Town?? That’s your solution?? That didn’t even last two full months. Ruben Selles as temp gaffer solved nothing. So now you go down without much of a fight. Thanks for giving up JWP, Armel Bella-Kotchap, and Romeo Lavia to bigger teams. You will not be missed by any teams from London.

The title says it all. The double standards are absolutely embarrassing. Not holding ourselves accountable for the things we do wrong is messed up. It also takes away from our voices when we talk about serious issues against women.
If you have sex with a man and tell him that you are on bc but in reality you missed a few pills then you proceed to have sex without any additional precautions, you had nonconsensual sex.

I invested in several reformation pieces a couple years back. I typically source vintage clothing in timeless styles because the quality is superior to any modern day label, they have stood the test of time and they continue to thrive as years go by.
First impressions were underwhelming. I could immediately feel that the quality was similar to any other fast fashion brand I've experienced but I thought perhaps it would last longer.
I wore the jeans a handful of times, I never grew fond of the fit but I missed the return window. They are holding up fine.
The tops however were all trash.
I purchased a bodysuit I wanted for a long time and I never had a chance to wear it, one year later I put it on and the entire bust split right open on a very clean pre ise line.... I wasn't tugging at all it just split in two. There goes that.
The Kourtney top was cute but I never reached for it... It pilled just sitting in my closet o kid you not. I finally decided to resale it the other day and freshen it up with a clothing shaver and it immediately caused a hole on the sleeve lol ... There goes that all because it looked old and worn just sitting inh closet.
The Delia Top has held up nice with a few hand washes and still looks great but I am extremely careful with it, I would never handle it like some of my other clothing and I am counting the days when it just falls apart.
Dresses.... Forget it... I've seen better quality from Amazon and that says a lot.
Conclusion is I would never purchase reformation directly brand new. I like the style and I love their mission but their quality is low. If I ever do purchase a reformation label again it will definitely be highly discounted because it doesn't last.
Vintage clothing is superior in my opinion to all modern labels with exception of Doen... Sezane is even starting to lack in quality and is moving in pretty close to that fast fashion quality lately ..
What are your thoughts and experiences with reformation? Is this the norm for the rest of you or did I just happen to purchase a bad batch lol.

Hey all, I provisionally passed earlier this-morning ~132 after ~1h30mins, figured I'd post my experience here as this subreddit has been a big part of my prep for the exam.
To give some background, I've worked as a SOC Analyst, dealing with Security Operations & Incident Response for 5 years now as of January 2023, which prompted me to attempt the exam given the experience requirement.
The only other form of "Big" certification I have prior to the CISSP was the GIAC Certified Windows Forensic Analyst.
I began studying the first week of April 2023, with the Sybex Official Study Guide & Official Practise Test bundle. I spent the first 2 and a half weeks reading the OSG cover to cover, making sure to take the end of chapter review questions at the end of each chapter. I didn't do to well in the end of chapter exams, usually hovering ~60-70%, but that was to be expected given I hadn't really taken any noted, just highlighted the parts I deemed important.
The first few chapters of the OSG I found to be extremely dry and hard to get through, but as soon as the chapters on Cryptography came about, the read from there was a lot more interesting since I'd consider myself a technical person moreso than a "Managerial" person.
Once I had completed the OSG, I began attempting the Domain Specific question pools from the Official Practice Test Book, but I quickly grew tired of manually tallying up my answers and grading the questions myself and stopped maybe 3 domains in.
From here I found the LearnZapp mobile app, and through this subreddit, discovered they contain the same pool of questions as the Official Practice Tests. Overall, I attempted 2050 questions in the LearnZapp question pool, 1461 Correct, 589 Incorrect, with an overall readiness score of 73%.
From here I moved to the PocketPrep app, which I personally enjoyed a lot more than the LearnZapp questions. I took all 1000 of the PocketPrep questions, with a final score of 810/1000, or 81%.
For both of these mobile apps, I purposefully choose to omit missed/incorrect questions from my question pool as to not create a false sense of security through simply memorizing incorrect questions. I did of course read over why my answer was wrong though.
Next, I purchased the Boson Questions pool. I did not make use of all 700 questions available on Boson, as at this point I had already done ~4000 questions across the OPQ, LearnZapp & PocketPrep. For Boson, I did smaller test of ~30 questions every couple days. Scores here ranged quite a bit, from 96% at the highest, and 63% at the lowest.
The week of my exam, I tried to to one full exam simulation per day (175 Questions), with scores of 66%, 73%, 69%, and the night before the exam, 67%. Although most of these exams were under the 70% pass mark, and therefore considered a fail, I didn't let that get me down as I remember people stating the Boson exam pools were quite a bit more difficult/technical than the actual exam.
About 4 weeks out, I watched PEte Zerger's CISSP Exam Cram series. I took handwritten notes for each domain, which I found really helped solidify the concepts for me.
2 weeks before my scheduled exam date, I also puchased a Cybrary subscription and took Kelly Handerhan's CISSP course which I'd highly recommend. Kelly's humour and ability to really simplify hard to grasp concepts made the course really beneficial to me. I took handwritten notes for each chapter, but chose to skip the lab portions and simply stick to the videos.
During the final week, I also took Mike Chapple's CISSP Exam Practice Test, in which I scored 76%.
The morning or the exam was rough, didn't sleep until ~midnight, then had to wake ~3am to catch the train to the exam centre, which itself was a 3.5 hour train ride (we have 1 PearsonVue centre in my entire country!).
By the time I walked to the exam centre I had roughly an hour to kill, so decided to watch Kelly Handerhan's "Why you will Pass the CISSP" video due to multiple people referencing it in their experience posts on here.
During the actual exam I wasn't really nervous, but didn't feel confident at all. Multiple people have referenced it already, but the questions are phrased quite a bit different to any of the practise questions I had done. Definately less technical than the Boson pool and about on par with the CertMike/PocketPrep questions, just phrased in a unique way.
Throughout my 132 questions I felt confidend in maybe ~20% of my answers, the remaining was made up of wittling the possible answer down to 2, or making an educated best guess from the possible choices.
When the exam ended on question 132, I genuinely wasn't sure if I had passed or not, but was relieved when the attendant's handed me my slip and it said congratulations.

I have had an encounter recently where a PC cleric used Sanctuary + Dodge to great effect to hold off some low int (6) attackers. In this specific instance, they kept focusing him while the rest of the party retreated, despite having the room to maneuver around the cleric.
However, I started wondering how the attacker perceives it when they fail the wisdom save, especially in the case where there are no other valid targets and the attack fails.
Does the attacker just mentally treat it like a miss or other negligent thing? Do they stop and think “something is protecting this guy” and adjust accordingly?
I played the low int attackers as too stupid to figure out what was happening, but for an intelligent attacker it might make a big difference to how they act after the first attack.
Example: Four smart attackers sneak around the frontline to take out the party wizard. The party cleric casts Sanctuary on him.
If the attackers “just” failed to hit the wizard, they would likely keep going, seeing him as the the #1 target on the “dangerous vs hard-to-kill” scale. However, if they become aware of the magic effect protecting the wizard, they’ll adjust their tactics and potential target.
TL;DR: How do you narrate and explain the effect of the wis save of Sanctuary?

Good day people, I've come to you with problems I'm facing in the form of.... how to make sure that the existing character in BNHA does not say thing that is out of character. Of course I know how villain or hero react in general, however how an existing character react is something I couldn't quite get a grasp on.
Let's start with this, I have my character passed out from overexerting and overusing his quirk at the end of the practical test during the Entrance Examination day. And if I am not mistaken, written test takes place right after practical test on the same day yes? So I was exploring what would it be like if someone does well in the practical test, but due to one reason or another, passed out one whole day, completely missing the written test.
From what I understand, Recovery Girl can't use her quirk on someone who passed out from physical and mental exhaustion yes? They go kaput when too much energy drained? So in this chapter 9, I figured I should start out with the character in the infirmary being tended to by an un-named nurse. Sprinkle in a few things happening here and there before Recovery Girl come in. However I am stuck on this part as.... I am not sure what she would say would be considered in character for her. If I can get through this part, I think I can continue writing without too much of a problem.
Here's the story I have written so far up to chapter 8 so y'all can maybe get some idea what I got going here: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/343186619-mha-from-crime-to-hero

Both are around the same price (niu has a promotion now) but the envo scooter seems better overall unless I am missing something. I haven't seen reviews on YouTube which is a red flag. Any thoughts would be welcomed!

Rudolpho's 2023 OSRS 1 Defence/31 Prayer Pure Guide
I could not find a good guide/video on a 1 def/31 prayer pure that shows exactly which quests/way to go about the account without messing it up/getting to high of a combat level. After countless hours of doing research, I feel as I've came up with an updated 1 def, 31 prayer account ready for bounty hunter that's right around the corner! Here's an updated guide as of June 1, 2023, hope this helps anyone! Also feel free to add me on discord and help me if anything is missing as I am still fairly new to making pures, but this is what I feel like is the bets in my opinion after so much homework I did on it.
I have a pastbin, but cannot post here, anything I could do to bypass that? If not feel free to DM me for it!
Discord: rudolph#7892 RSN: baeby pure
Feel free to leave comments or if I should fix anything. Thank you guys so much! Love you guys <3
Thank you once again! <3 Hopefully it helps some people

Currently playing on Nightmare and I was at the part where you confront Ishmael. After making it through the area full of red Templar and two trolls, my party was low on potions so I saved it right before the encounter and chose the options he gave me and he walked away. Well, this is the 1st time I did it and didn't realize he ends up killing Michele.
Now I'm thinking about attempting to fight him with my Knight Enchanter and two potions left. Did I perhaps miss a supply crate somewhere? How much of an impact does it have not gaining Michele as an agent?

My partner put the wrong day in her calendar and showed up a day late for her first-ever appointment at Regional Dermatology. The staff was snippy about the fact that she had the wrong date and informed her that she would not be allowed to reschedule the appointment — they have a policy of blacklisting patients after a single missed appointment.
I’m in my 40s and I’ve never heard of a practice blacklisting a patient for a missed appointment.
What’s worse is this appointment was for an urgent skin issue and the next nearest dermatology practice — Chapel Hill Dermatology — recently lost a couple of practitioners, so their waitlist is months long.

Hi there! I hope all is well!
I recently bought a Canon F1 (Old) secondhand. It was working very well and had no major issues (light meter included). However, after about a month of shooting, I noticed that the light meter was no longer working. I replaced the 6V battery, and it not only didn’t fix it, but it also stopped led to the shutter not releasing/taking photos at all. The issue appeared to be that the battery was not fully connecting to each side of the circuit (like it literally didn’t reach). I was unsure if my camera was missing a piece.
I took it to a camera repair shop and the shop owner put a piece of aluminum foil between the negative side of the battery and the camera’s circuit and it seemed to have fixed it. The meter was again working and the camera was able to take photos. Two weeks later to today, I seem to be having the same issue again. The meter only goes to an aperture recommendation of 2.0 and does not change for different lighting and using aluminum foil does not change anything. Moreover, the shutter release is again not working.
Any thoughts? Thank you so much!!!

A heavy mist settled on the cemetery, just as it always had when we were children. Thwack! I ran straight into another headstone and fell into the mud, breathless. Scrambling to my feet, I looked behind me, hoping that whatever was chasing me had gone off somewhere else.
It was a mistake to come back to Endeavor for my 25 year reunion. I swore I’d never step foot in this town again, with its three block main street where everyone was either a drunk, an abuser, or a holier-than-the saints-themselves wannabe street preacher, or some combination of all of the above.
How the hell do I get out of this cemetery?
I’d gotten drunk, but not so drunk that I shouldn’t have been able to find my way out, even in this heavy mist. It descended as soon as we kicked over Mr. Grantz’ headstone, that old, blustering asshole. He deserved some sort of retribution after the shit he put kids through for decades in this town. He was Mister Evangelical himself, somehow granted the right to stuff his convoluted ideologies on us in the place of an actual science education.
After we turned a bit tipsy Derrick, Anne, Roger, and I decided to leave the bar that was hosting the reunion to stagger out to the cemetery one last time — pay homage to our old midnight refuge. What better way to relive our inglorious days?
Damn! I hit my knee on another headstone. I just wanted out, an escape from this hellhole. “I’ll go home and never bother this place again!” I shouted into the mist.
Derrick played football — still as skinny and probably at least half as fast as that knobby-elbowed teenager who was practically chased out of town for not scoring a winning touchdown to get us to state. Anne was the girl we were all in love with. She stayed in town and teaches history, or I'm sure as much actual history as she can get away with uttering aloud. Roger couldn’t do anything right, but could still get away with anything by his smile.
On June nights like this we’d always go hang out late at night drinking non-age-appropriate beverages at the Endeavor cemetery. It was about a half-mile walk on the train tracks from “town.” We’d all sneak out with our flashlights and walk there, sometimes solo, sometimes in pairs, and even then it sort of creeped me out to go it alone, walking on that path of lonesome steel between the walls of tall grass that swayed in the wind.
My alcohol tolerance had gone way down since I grew up and life stopped being about partying. Otherwise I would have been way too inhibited to let those old friends pry me back to the cemetery. Whose idea was this? It was Roger's ideas wasn't it?
The only good idea he had in his entire life is that we needed to get out of Endeavor.
Was I running in circles or something? I limped in a direction I believed had to be the way out. Tipsy, sure, but there’s no way I was drunk enough that I couldn’t find my way out of a small town cemetery.
In high school Roger has been spared, but the rest of us had been Mr. Grantz’ personal classroom punching bags, all because our families didn’t go to church, or didn’t go enough for Mr. Grantz’ liking. My heathen mother even had the gall to speak the word “evolution” in public once, so as far as the church folk were concerned (meaning nearly everyone) my family needed to be chased out of town.
Congratulations. Endeavor wasn't a paradise. It was a graveyard of aspiration.
So yeah, we stomped to the cemetery in the delirium of getting drunk together one last time in Endeavor after spending half our lives away from each other.
Derrick is the one who stumbled onto Mr. Grantz’ headstone. “Whoa!? That psychopath finally died. Hallelujah!” he yelled.
“Derrick!” Anne said, “I know you had your differences but that’s no reason to celebrate his passing. He was a human being.” She must have made her peace with the people of this town years ago. The rest of us did our real growing up once we got outside.
“Differences? Do you remember when I missed that touchdown, how it was because my family was unclean? He was the one who kept telling people we needed to go back to the old ways and they should burn me on a pyre for it. It was one bad play against a team of kids who were twice our size.” Derrick caught the wind in his throat, “It would be hard for me to mourn someone who wanted to kill a kid over a touchdown.”
“I gotta piss,” Roger said, smirking.
“No,” Anne said.
“See, even Roger wants to get this guy, and he wasn’t even one of Mr. Grantz’ targets.”
As they argued I swayed in the wind getting angrier and angrier remembering that old blowhard. Once, when I was having trouble sleeping, I fell to sleep on my desk in the middle of his science class, and he dropped a bowling ball on my desk to wake me up and “teach me a lesson.” It slid off the desk and landed on my foot breaking some small bones that never healed well and still bother me to this day.
“Let’s tip it over,” I said.
They all looked at me wide eyed, then grins spread over Derrick and Roger’s faces, devious in the moonlight.
“Hell yeah!” they agreed.
“You’re all going to hell for this,” Anne said, trying to stop them. But we were all already kicking at the marble headstone, trying to get it to budge from the Earth. My foot throbbed in that old familiar way, but this was worth it.
“Are you being serious, Anne? Are you a believer now? Don’t tell me this town got to you,” Derrick said.
“‘Got to me?’If that’s what you call growing up and getting over my youthful rebellious phase, then yes. Earl Grantz was a town hero. He only wanted the best for the people here and I can’t just let you desecrate his grave.”
Roger blocked Anne from stopping us while Derrick and I kept kicking the headstone. Hard and heavy, the thing didn’t want to budge. I got on its level and tried pushing it with my shoulder while Derrick kept kicking it.
After a minute I fell to the ground to rest.
Anne looked at me, “If you’re having a heart attack you deserve it. You don’t even know what will happen if you manage to knock that thing down. You don’t know what they’ll do.”
“Oh come on, I’m going to be out of this town for the rest of my life in about six hours. There’s nothing the community of Endeavor will be able to do to me ever again.”
“We’ll see about that,” she said.
I got back up and resumed kicking with Derrick who hadn’t stopped for a second. In fact, it was like he was getting stronger and stronger, maybe remembering more of Mr. Granz’ vitriolic outbursts. I could still see the old man with his white beard and loud, sharp face barrelling down at me for any perceived sleight.
“It’s starting to give,” Derrick said.
Then all at once, with one last kick the headstone cracked at its base and thudded over into the damp grass.
“Whoa, we did it.” Derrick took a step back.
We all stood there for a moment, struck by a kind of awe. That old man who had made things so hard for us in high school, he was really dead. He was dead in the ground and could never yell at us or throw bowling balls at us or set the entire town against us ever again. He was being eaten by worms. A sad meal. We’d survived him and this town.
I guess Anne was struck by a different kind of awe. Probably she was surprised at the audacity of her old friends, drunk and stupid in the cemetery. Whatever her feelings were, by the time I turned to look for her she’d already disappeared into the night.
We had a good laugh, the three of us, reunited for this taste of revenge. The headstone lay there in the barely tended grass and I thought of how pointless his attacks on us had been, the harassment, the ostracization, the constant preaching and withholding of an actual education — we were all doing fine to spite him. Derrick worked as head of sales at a sportswear company, I was the top non-profit tax whiz in my city, Roger had one of those vague program manager positions at an even more vague start-up gone big, and we all had families waiting for us at home. "Here lies a failure in life and death" is what the headstone should have read.
That’s when we heard it, a placeless whispering descended onto the cemetery.
It was as if the wind was made of barely audible voices, speaking in rolling anger that went on and on. And with it a dark mist fell on us.
“What the —” Roger said.
“It’s just the mist playing tricks on us, an auditory illusion,” Derrick said.
But up the back of my spine a tingling sensation had already started to warn me that something insidious was happening. Even when we were children, we’d joked about how the mist in the cemetery felt unnatural, but now it came on twice as quickly and it was twice as thick. I could barely see the others. “We should start making it back to our cars," I said.
"I don't remember the fog ever being this bad," Derrick said.
"We had actual flashlights with us. That might have made a difference," I offered. We only had the flashlights on our phones, and as the moments passed the mist deepened until they were nearly useless.
"Climate change," Roger said.
"Don't tell that one to Mr. Grantz," I said.
Laughing, Derrick stumbled on a small divet in the ground, rolling onto his back. I think he saw something then. I can’t say for sure, but as I looked down at him, my mind still blurred by the alcohol, I saw a serious fear drawn over his eyes, stifling his laughter. For a moment his lip quivered before he let out a scream that was swallowed by the thick country air. A column of mist poured into his mouth. It might have been the shock, but I thought in the mist I saw a torrent of pale hands forcing their way down his throat.
Derrick’s body convulsed. He shook harder and harder until the attack ceased and he sank, limp, into the ground.
“Help!” Roger screamed as he was pulled into the mist by something I couldn’t see.
I didn’t wait a moment longer. I didn’t try to stay and help my friends or check to see if Derrick was still alive. I bolted. Whatever that was in the mist, if I could put some distance between myself and it, maybe I could get out of this cemetery, follow the traintracks back to town, get back into my Honda Civic and drive away from this godforsaken town.
The mumbling whispers grew louder behind me, but I didn’t dare look. I’d give anything just to make it out of this cemetery. This was a stupid night. I never should have come back, but I wasn’t going to let this drunken mistake leave my children to grow up without a father.
Sorry Derrick, I thought. Sorry Roger. And, what in the hell happened to Anne? What was it she said, we didn’t know what they’ll do? Is that what’s happening now?
I ran until my lungs burned, bumping into headstones left and right. This place wasn’t a labyrinth. How was it that I hadn’t gotten out of it by now? The cemetery couldn’t be bigger than a couple few city blocks. Hardly anyone lived in Endeavor to begin with. It didn’t take much space to house their dead. How many of these people have been completely forgotten to time by now? How many of them were succeeded only by children like me, children who they chased out of town. How many of them had bigoted, evil hearts like Mr. Grantz?
My knee smacked on something hard, another headstone, and I cried out. I could hardly move anymore from all the bruises I’d just taken. But I limp-ran in desperation, my hurt leg skidding on the ground. The mist was close behind me. I could feel it wet on the back of my neck, but I knew I only needed to make it a little further.
An exposed tree root caught my foot and I tumbled to the ground, my head knocking against something hard. I frantically crawled back toward my feet but I kept falling back down. I wasn’t seeing straight. Why is this happening to me? I swore I’d never come back.
It was Anne that reached out to us all. She’d wanted to bring the old gang back together for the reunion. Over half the class had stayed in town after graduation, but the rest of us had left Endeavor, and from what I gathered none of us spared a look back. Why didn’t we ever think of how that would have felt for Anne? She didn’t have the same agency as the rest of us. Heck, her parents had threatened to pull her from school and homeschool her in their traditional way. Of course she ended up like this. We were her lifeline.
Damn it!
Every time I tried to get up I twisted some other muscle and collapsed back to the ground. I’d never put my body through something like this before, especially after the age of forty. I’d already been dreading the day-long hangover I saw in my future as we left the bar, but at this rate I’d be lucky to be able to walk — that is, if I even got out of this cemetery alive.
Anne had gone to the trouble of mailing us each nice, handwritten letters on stationary inviting us to the reunion. She wanted everyone to get together. It was incredibly thoughtful of her. Apparently she’d worked with all the others to make sure everyone else who’d abandoned Endeavor had an invitation. Of course, not everyone came, but most of the class made it.
We met at Freddy’s, an old country dive we’d never been able to get into before. In Endeavor everybody knows everybody, so there’s no sneaking into bars with a fake id.
I’d been in city dives, but Freddy’s was something else. It reminded me more of a barn where bats would live in the rafters than a bar — a big open space with tables strung about here and there, a pool table near the corner, dust counting the years on the floor. Just my guess, but I don’t think the owner knows what the flooring is made of, that’s how often it looked like it’d been cleaned. Still, it was nice coming back and seeing this part of Endeavor we’d always wondered about.
The folks that stayed in town welcomed us back in, but it was obvious there was a sort of familiarity and camaraderie among them that the rest of us would never have again — the kind of camaraderie that comes from spending forty years with the same small group of people, of having small town secrets and knowing all the things in a human life that can go unsaid.
It was Anne’s idea to go to the cemetery, wasn’t it?
She could tell we were all a bit uncomfortable and wanted to catch up more privately. As always, she was the sensitive person who could tell what we were all feeling and gave us direction. There was a time when I was young when I thought I’d grow up to marry her — funny to think of it now, that I pictured my life in Endeavor, of scraping out an existence in this place that now seemed so desolate, an isolated island away from everything that truly mattered to me. I’m sure Derrick and Roger felt like that too. Did Anne think about us like that? In her imagination, had she pictured the future with each of us, trying us on like coats, only to be abandoned in the end.
The mist had gotten so deep I couldn’t see where I was going, though I’d slowed to a crawl. My hand felt something cold and hard on the ground. I pulled myself close and I saw the inscription, “Here lies Earl Grantz.” After all that running I was back at Mr. Grantz’ headstone where I’d started.
I lifted myself to my feet and noticed two long shapes beside me on the ground. Derrick and Roger. My heart dropped. Something had dragged them back.
A cold hand grabbed onto my hair and pulled my head back. The mist poured into my open mouth like a thousand frozen beads of pain. I tried to scream, but it kept pouring into me as I collapsed to the damp dirt on my already bruised and skinned knees. Stop! Please, I can’t take any more! I wanted to beg. It kept going until I lost consciousness.
I awakened to the sun already high in the sky, my whole body throbbing with pain. Derrick was nudging me with his foot.
“Good,” he gasped, “we’re all alive then.”
“What? What just happened?” I asked.
He stood above me with Roger. Alive. Somehow after the events of last night we’d made it to the morning in the land of the living. I didn’t orphan my kids.
“I saw the mist get you, both of you. I ran, but I couldn’t escape the cemetery,” I said.
“All I know is that I’m getting out of here and I’m not looking back,” Roger said.
“I’m with ya.” Derrick helped me up to my feet.
Neither of them was as outwardly hurt as I knew I was. I could feel every scrape and bruise down to my bones, not to mention the hangover. “What about Anne?” I asked.
“No sign of her.”
Before we limped back to town I pulled out my cellphone to see the worried messages from my wife. She assumed I’d only gotten drunk and let my phone die. I sent her a selfie of my swollen face and said that last night hadn’t gone as planned, but I was on my way home — desperate to get out of godforsaken Endeavor — and would explain everything to her. How could I explain this? I can’t even explain it to myself.
I told the others about the events of last night after I’d lost them, and they nodded, listening. None of us had anything resembling a logical explanation.
My phone dinged with a message. “I’m glad you’re safe! I was so worried. But are you using some sort of filter? Your eyes are green in this picture.”

FNaF - Timer nightmare
Rules: 1.There is only 1 door in the pizzaria. 2.The motion detectors will tell you where the animatronics are. Ther are no cameras. 3. The security guard must hold the door while closed. If not, even if the door is closed the animatronic can open it. (Kinda like Fnaf 3) 4. There can be 1-2 animatronics. And there is 5 nights.
Times: 1. One timer is for the door closing. The player can only close the door for 30 seconds. 2. The door has a cooldown time for 30 seconds. The player cannot close the door while it's on cooldown. 3. There is a power countdown. Whenever you close the door, the timer will start. Its 4.30 minutes. 4. Every night is 8.55 minutes. The security guard must survive.
Lore: A year ago a they planned for a new pizzaria . It was going to be the NEW area for pizzarias. So the construction starts, the pizzaria's built, the animatronics are finished, every last detail is put, so you can assume it was 99 percent done... but the accident happens. Two children, Amelia Wison and Lucas Foster goes missing. When the founders arrive back to the pizzaria, they find the animatronics with bodies inside. Scared of getting sued for murder, the founders shut down the pizzaria before it even opened. Now let's come to our time, 2031. Your mission is to be the security guard for 5 nights.The mission is given to you by the authorities. There has been some rumors that people hearing sounds coming from the pizza place. You will be paid 120$ a week. Are you up to the challenge?

That little dude is my favorite and way back at the beginning of the game the best way to gain XP was evolving Pokémon (lol you could do nothing, remember the “footsteps” to try to locate a Pokémon?)
I miss that little feller and wish he had popped up even once for such a common ‘mon in like…. The last 3 years.

Since all programs have a cut off scores, im trying to make a list of all the programs who have a cut off of 210 or 215 I’ve already made a list of everything i could find but i still dont wanna miss out of potential programs If anyone who matched in the previous cycle in IM & FM with that cut off score please dm me the link of the list that they made? Thanks so much! You might be helping lots of people in the same situation

I’d like to tell the story of my first lost package in hopes that some can learn from my mistakes. I had a buyer buy a pair of Bape jorts for remarkably cheap (they were flawed). It was $48 shipped for them. The buyer asked twice before buying and immediately after if I could ship the next day. He wanted these FAST. I shipped an hour after he bought with priority mail and then went on vacation.
About a week later I get a threatening message from him telling me that he can’t believe I messed up (keep in mind the item is completely in USPS’s hands). Because the package had been sitting on town over for a few days with no updates. At this point the package should’ve been long arrived as priority mail means 2-3 day delivery time. I tell him it is out of my control how USPS handles packages but that I will try everything in my power to get the item to him and if it isn’t found I will file an insurance claim on the package once it is allowed and refund him upon its approval.
I file 2 missing mail claims while receiving harassing messages from him every single morning. Like it was actually an inside joke between my girlfriend and I as every single morning I would wake up to “where is my package?” or “how could you do this you’re so irresponsible?” from him as I told him over and over that it is out of my control and I have to wait a certain number of days before usps will officially declare it lost and let me file an insurance claim. In these messages he ranges from threatening to understanding but it always loops back to “why don’t I have it?” Which I explained each and every day. Another week passes an I am able to file an insurance claim on the package. The insurance claim isn’t updated by usps after five days and I eventually just get tired of the harassing messages (it was genuinely starting to take a toll on my mental health dealing with aggression the moment I woke up every morning despite doing everything I could).
I ended up refunding him. THAT NIGHT the package starts moving again after over two weeks of radio silence (it almost felt too coincidental, like he worked for or knew someone at the post office). It delivers to him the next day after weeks of being in transit. He got his refund AND the item. Miraculously, USPS approved my insurance claim AFTER the item started moving again and I ended up getting the money for the item anyway. But I want to caution sellers to truly allow enough time for a lost item to be found by USPS before refunding a buyer, even if they’re pushy. EVERY package I’ve had that has been lost for extended periods of time has ended up delivered. Radio silence on tracking does not mean the item is lost for good! Reassure your buyers with anecdotes to calm their mind! You don’t want to be out an item and the money over something that is resolved with patience

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