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• Just started a job where I buy snacks/groceries for my team and also pay for team outings which are usually dinners. I can use my card and get reimbursed. It's about $275 a month on groceries and about $300 every quarter for our outings. Only thing I'm curious about is if the Gold gives you the 4x on groceries if you order through Instacart because that's what the company uses. Normally they've used Costco but I can use Vons/Albertsons/Any other non-wholesale market.
  
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While I know there are some amazing dusty, rare-finds to be had in Japan, I am with the family and just popping by stores in areas where we are doing other adventures. I am trying to find stuff that I can’t easily buy in the US. So far I have gotten a few bottles of WT12 and EW12 to bring back. Anything else I should look for? I have seen Four Roses Premium as well, but I am not a huge FR guy. I have found Blanton’s black and gold fairly easily, but I have no interest in the black. No Red at all so far. The Gold is pricey, but is it worth it? The reviews all seem to indicate it is. I am in Osaka/Kyoto area for the rest of the trip.

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For the love of God, can we just have ONE platform that isn't censored-to-f**k because people don't know how to walk away from a keyboard and stop being triggered by literally everything? Not every social media platform needs a pseudo-F.C.C to baby-step everyone through their paranoid little lives.
Hate-speech is meaningless when you don't give power to a word or string of words. Sure, it's not good— but it's only a problem when you give it power by acknowledging it. Otherwise it's just some moron on the Internet saying mean stuff... Like that wouldn't happen otherwise.
The major point is that everyone is so short-fused that they can't handle anything other than echo chambers, and silence anything and everything they deem offensive. None of this was a problem back in, say, pre-2010.
We have a problem with conservatives of any type saying things we don't like... But we have ZERO-issue with Democrats inciting a racial divide and making bot accounts that pretend to be humans to run psyops on a populus of ALL. Honestly, that sh*t is way more dangerous in my view.
The P.C. Policing is a plague on the Internet for anyone other than protected classes. Normal people get caught in the crossfire from it too and get accused of heinous things all the time. I'm a centrist. Both political parties are a cancer for our society and for our people as humans. Yet, even after having voted for both Bernie Sanders, and for Biden, I constantly get accused of being a fascist and all kinds of crap because of preconceived notions of:

See person
See comment contradicting worldview
I don't like what you said, you're the enemy now [string of buzzwords-aligned-to-party-here]

Tl;Dr—
People have to stop begging for a web-based Mommy & Daddy to protect them when it drags down people caught in the crossfire who didn't need policing in the first place.
Snowflake behavior f*ked up YouTube comments sections to where they have an A.I. just to auto-wipe comments that don't even break guidelines (instead that just go against/question the force-fed narratives we are meant to accept blindly from our corporate overlords, or anything that could *potentially maybe offend like three people who won't accept anything else than 'NPC talkshow host')
YouTube is equivalent to the Great Firewall of China where it's constant surveillance of not only the videos, but policing comments too. It's a slippery slope into censorship of the entire Internet. We're already on that path right now.

I’ve had a house for sale for 6 long months. First 4 months was with an agent and last 2 months were after firing her for doing nothing. I listed it at a loss and have continued to drop the price slowly over time. I really can’t go much lower and it’s the 2nd cheapest house listed in its zip code. It’s a 2022 house and gorgeous inside but it’s a manufactured home so I am assuming people keep scrolling because of that. Has anyone successfully sold their home FSBO around here and if so how? Where all did you list and advertise? I have it on Zillow and FB marketplace right now. Not interested in an agent!

As the title says i’m having trouble getting myself to orgasm and i honestly don’t know why. My bf works a job where he’s gone for 3 days and here for 3 but i still get horny while he’s gone and i have a hard time trying to get myself off. When we have sex i have no problem having an orgasm , Am i doing something wrong? Is there ways i can do it differently?

I have heard the term twin flame for awhile. I never really put some thought into it. I’m married. We have always had a strong relationship. My partner is a great person and I have zero complaints about him. We decided for excitement and passion to dip our toes in swinging. Our very first couple we met was a perfect match. They informed us they would prefer polyamory. So we became exclusive. From the beginning our conversation flowed very easy. We were so alike it was weird. It seemed as if I knew him, without knowing him. The first night we met in person I told him 5 or more times that I felt like I knew him and had met him before…thanks to a few strong mojitos. We had an instant connection with a lot of passion. The sex was incredible. Over the span of a few months we fell hard and fast. Neither of us had felt how we were feeling. We text all day and night. Being with him was just easy, and felt right. It’s weird to look back and think how attached and in love I became in only 3 months. We dropped I love you’s, and eventually began daydreaming about running away together. It was intense. We put our relationship above our marriages, huge mistake. But, it couldn’t be stopped. One night his wife went through his phone and read our conversation. It was ugly. Two weeks of hell. We hurt our spouses. But his wife wasn’t ready to give up my husband either, eventually though the inevitable.. it ended. Suddenly and really without a goodbye. It has been over a year since we split. He followed me on social media for awhile and then disappeared. I still think of him. Every. Single. Day. My heart is raw and I wish he would reach out to me. I wrote him 2 times within the last year with no response. I’m definitely done doing that. I feel like I was love bombed then dropped. I’m angry with him in a way. He didn’t fight for me or how he “really” felt and that stings. Maybe he didn’t feel that way after all and he’s a master manipulator. I hate that I still miss him and even think of him. Sometimes, he will be in the back of my mind then suddenly out of no where (like today) I can’t escape the memories. I’m starting to wonder if I’m insane or could this possibly be more? Can I explain the connection, the pull to have some morsel of him on a true TF experience. I also remind myself this is could be a way to excuse my internal obsession I keep tucked away from everyone. Time will heal me.. I hope.

By default all day. Our combination of genetics is going in for some modifications.. I’ve set my mood enthusiastic positive. Irrespective of my failured bid to navigate entry like I knew where I was going. Which ironically was as successful as your entrance the first night we first met.
Hopefully today can be the day that we end the war on hurt and the start of anything but war, anything at this point would be benefit us all. I know You’re going to be anxious and on edge like the first round. But I’ve grown, changed, reflected and learnt a lot. If I may request to please don’t sit at the opposite end of the public chairs. We’ve fought and beaten bigger things then our pride and egos before.

Hiya people, how've you been? I hope you're having a wonderful day. 😊
Btw, I'd love to have invisibility or teleportation, IMO it's awesome.
I'm just a guy who loves learning new languages and hopes to become a polyglot and a translator someday. I'm here to to find my soulmate, someone who will make my days better and my life colorfull, someone who will be my safe point and that I'll be able to love with everything I've got, without holding back any feelings. Anyway, I'm looking for a long term LDR that could lead to something more, I don't like this hook up culture thing at all.
Here are some things about me so you can get to know me better:

• I'm 5'7 (1.70 cm) tall, with white skin, short brown hair, brown eyes, and a little bit chubby 167lbs (76 kg), but I'm working out to get in better shape. We can exchange pictures early on to get to know each other better, as physical attraction is kinda important.
• As you already know I love learning new languages, I already now Portuguese (my native language), English (still working on it), and a little of Spanish and LIBRAS (Brazilian Sign Language), but I have plans to learn more in the future.
• I love watching animes, series, and sitcoms; reading books and manga; enjoying memes; practicing meditation, and so on.
• I love dogs, ducks, and I don't like cats that much.
• Strictly monogamous.
• Sometimes can get attached to people easily.
• I neither smoke nor drink alcohol.

What do I want from you? Well... I'm looking for someone who's just as romantic, lovey-dovey, and clingy as I am, the rest we can work out gradually.
My dealbreakers (because we all have things that we don't like, right?):

• Smoke or 420 friendly (gosh I hate it).
• Drink too much.
• I'm a super lovey-dovey guy like "uwu I luv u sweetie pie," so if you don't like it, unfortunately, I'm not for you.
• If you don't like to give and take affection.
• Don't wanna have kids.
• Older than 28.
• Takes too long to reply.

If you've reached this far, congratulations! I'd love to talk to you, maybe I'm your soulmate and you don't even know it yet lol. Anyway, hit me up anytime. 🥰
Wait! Just one more thing before you talk to me, I know I'm not the best person to talk to, but I'll try my best, so be patient with me. And I'm not that fluent in English yet, so be aware of it, and PLEASE don't let me do all the talking lol. 😂

First Issue!

• Author's Note: So... its been 3 months. I still live and my writing gobo too. Also I just recently realized its been a bit over 1 years since the series has begun so.... HAPPY 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY EVERYONE! I hope you'll enjoy the read and please let me know if you'd like me to do anything specific to celebrate 1 year of Beast World. You can support the series by donating my writing gobo a cookie here!

Another morning came upon the Tuskir settlement, which's inhabitants have been shambling about with a bit less tension in their steps.
The perimeter walls of their small village have been reinforced by Runhar's earth molding magics. Rok and Brekda have been assisting him in keeping the perimeter watched at all times.
This precaution was necessary as a lot of the Tuskir village's able bodied fighters have been rendered less than optimally effective in combat. Although generally safe, a small tension filled thought gnawed at the back of their minds. The chance of a second assault was something the tribe considered.
Honestly, at a first glance this would be a most opportun time to assault the place, especially with their elder and most skilled healer, Urla, still mostly bed ridden due to exerting herself when healing others.
Still, they tried to go back to a normal state of operating as best as they could, having to make certain compromises. Discussing among themselves the whole group decided to give as best an aid as possible to the two wounded Hay-yen that they still found alive within their walls, asking their previous captives, the ones more willing to co-operate to take care of them. The procurement of constant supplies of food and water up to the present time made them quite willing to assist.
During this time Michael had been spending his time along Zurra and Woh. Zurra, having taken on the responsability to assist the, hopefully temporarily, crippled hooman, has been going about this task while giving aid in any other mundane endeavors like taking care of the children along side Runny, Brekda's wife.
In one such moment did Michael find a moment to reflect upon the situation as he was left at the base of Spek's tree alongside Woh. Still, contemplation would have to wait as the human's amphoran companion seemed rather excited for chit-chat, indicated by repeating irregular and excited croaks leaving her throat.
"Michael! Michael! Its been a few days! Can you walk, yet?" Woh asked her question with such a light hearted and casual tone as if she expected Michael to grow back his legs if he actually lost them.
The young man, taking a moment to process the question, shook his head while arching an eyebrow. "Pfft. I'd wish, honestly. To be fair they hurt as all hell, but I am glad whatever herbs Zurra's been reapplying my bandages with have been numbing them. I don't know how well healing magic will work to help me if... at all, but I have been terrified that... I might not walk again. At least... not properly." Michael said choking a bit on his words.
Nervousness washed over him as he looked down at his wrapped up legs, faint blood stains covering them here and there. He only looked at his legs once when Zurra was changing the bandages, he was numbed up good, but the sight of them was something too visceral to not make his mind aware of the pain he should be in. Although suppressed, he could feel his legs burn in a muffled agony.
The mana burn had turned the young man's skin and toe nails to actual ashes that Zurra had to clean off, a rather painstakingly slow endeavor due to how caked in blood the ashes were. From bellow the knees the young man was akin to one of those skinless statues showing the human's body muscular fiber, only minor patches of actual skin hanging on here and there.
Woh kind of grew silent for a moment, before shaking her head as her big round eyes looked at Michael. "W-well don'tcha worry! Even if you can't walk we're here, s-so... we'll be able to help! If I was bigger I wouldn't mind lugging you about like a sack of timber! 'Cause you'd be the best sack of timber to ever be and 'cause we're friends." Woh said with a happy croak, trying her best to cheer up the young man.
Michael snickered and smirked and he shook his head, petting Woh's covered back. "Thanks. It'll be my honor to do my best interpretation of a heavy sack, but I'm hoping I can be fixed." After taking a moment to lean back against Spek's trunk and to look up at his crown of branches and leaves, the young man took in a deep breath. "Woh... I'm going to need your help with something. I know you might be not too happy about it, but if you'll allow it...I'd like us to make some vials of your poison, even if it is distilled with some water."
"O-oh... uhm... well... uhh... ya been sayin' that it doesn't do you much harm and... it has been helping you fight, so maybe I don't mind if we make a small bottle or two of it, but ya gotta promise to still be careful, ok?! Ribbit, last thing I want to do is hurt you with it." The tiny pink frog like woman said with a small croak of worry leaving her throat.
Michael sat silent a moment as he looked at his hands and forearms and at the slight yellowish hue they had. His skin has taken to the color just recently, bit by bit. His brown irises with eyes ever so faintly yellow as well, would look at Woh, a small smile accompanying it, although preceeded by the human sucking in his lips slightly. "Y-you won't be hurting me. You can trust that. Hell after what happened, you're the last person that could do that. So no need to be afraid. Whatever choices you make, you can do me no foul."
Woh looked at him, with an ease washing over her tiny form. "Fair enough then. Say. Since its been kinda borin' around 'ere, mind using your magic thingy, what ya called it... ah! Your phoon! To put on that one song you said it is about happiness and not worrying? I liked how it sounded."
"Hah. Gladly. We'll be around here a while, at least until Zurra wants to do my physical therapy. Still kind of regreting telling her about that when she asked about what my kind do to help maintain one's muscles when they can't train and how to deal with pain." Michael said with a small laugh, followed by a grunt of discomfort caused by a stab of his sore body at itself due to the contracting muscles. He'd soon go through his phone and put the tune in question to play on repeat.
"Hah~ there it is... I don't get why, but the song does make me happy. Thanks!" Woh said with a greatful ribbit as she laid down inbetween some of Spek's roots and using them like a lounging chair. She would look up at the tree for a moment too, mouthing a silent 'thank you' to it.
The day would go on to pass as calm as can be, until the late afternoon, when Runhar nearly had a scare for a moment, when he saw torch light coming from deeper within the woods. Still, with a sniff of the air and feeling the scents of Gharna, Oinna, Azhul and Yenna, the guard captain would calm down as he then asked Rok to prepare opening the gates.
When the group came within sight they could be seen pausing as they looked about, their heads clearly turing to examine the surrounding outskirts of their village on the outside.
"What in the name of The Hunt Father happened?!" Gharna yelled out eventually as they got closer, their pace having increased as they saw their home in shambles. "The wall is lookin' like a mess. Is everyone alright?"
"Most, aye!" Runhar yelled and after a moment paused. "Come, there's more to discuss!" The guard captain added as he descended from the watch tower he had climbed up on while on watch.
The group of four was eventually welcomed in and after a quick retelling of their journey and a quick stock of what they brought, which was pulled to storage, Runhar would recount the events that occured here. The whole endevour was burned upon his mind... he couldn't help himself to not go into details, some of which made him visibly look saddened or furious. He eventually even backtracked to what happened to Spek and... how it happened.
To say the least... it was a lot to process, and the news about Spek becoming a... tree... had a mix of reactions.
"Gah... the situation is shite, but I'm kinda pissed I missed ma' using the family technique. I still can't do it nowhere as good as her. Got the getting bigger part down somewhat though." Azhul said with a huff.
"S-seriously? That's yer first concern?!" Gharna added with a snort as she stared up at her bigger hunt sister.
"What do ya wan' me tha do?! Cry about it? I feel like shite, but I ain' gonna break apart over it. Not when we have tha keep things together." Azhul oinked back in retort.
"I-... I have to agree with Azhul. I will check on Urla and see to who's still wounded. If Michael is taken care of at least somewhat for now, I will see to make sure everyone else that can be dealt with quicker, is up on their two feet!" Oinna said with a determined huff as she excused herself and trotted off.
"I'mma be sleepin' a bit. Sleepin' on the road has been a pain." Yenna added with a half dozing off snort as he left. Although he was hit by the initial shock of the situation as well, it only added to the mental exhaustion that traveling has taken on him.
Azhul and Gharna were still lightly huffing at one another, until the latter's eyes sparked with a realization. Gharna's eyes would look at Runhar. "Say, cap'. Ya said Zurra's been takin' care of Michael. Thought we should talk with her, too. Where's she?" She asked very curious, a snort leaving her flat nose.
"Ah... think she might be in his shack with 'im. She said that she wanted to do- " Before Runhar could finish his sentence properly, Azhul seemed to be hit by panic.
It didn't take long to the large Tuskir woman to realize what Gharna was asking and partially hearing Runhar's reply, sent her in nearly a frenzy of embarrasment. "DO HIM?! MA! STOP!"
On the way here Azhul tried telling herself it wasn't possible for something like this to happen, but as her heart rate spiked she attempted to take off toward's Michael's hut.
The nearly stampede like charge though, would be prematurely stopped by Gharna, who wrapped her arms arounds Azhul's waist. While trying to not snort out of sheer amusement, she coughed trying to sound serious. "Wait a wee moment. If ya barge in there while she's doin' him, ya really want tha see that? Might be better to see what the situation... pft... ahem... is... quietly."
Runhar a bit surprised by this whole situation, wanted to finish his sentence, only to be interrupted by Gharna's clear gaze to not utter another word. He even took a moment to chuckle internally, appreciating the bit of amusement after the shit show they have been through.
"Y-yeah... Yeah. Yeah. Yeah... Don't wanna make it worse... oh... h-ho... Hunter Father... please don't let it be too late." Azhul muttered as she walked at a really fast, yet quiet pace.
Gharna would follow up after whispering some words of thanks to Runhar. "Ya kno' can't really blame her, if Michael faught like Runhar says he did. Yer mother did always... pft... ahem... a-appftt... preciate a... ahem... sturdy warrior type o' man."
"I will wrangle your throat if ye utter another bloody word." Azhul said to Gharna, without even looking back.
Still, as they approached Michael's hut and listened, Azhul's expression would only change to that of someone who has seen or heard the most disturbing of the secrets held by eldritch gods of the cosmos.
The sound of a creaking bed frame, the moans of Michael in a mix of pain and pleasure and the groans of Zurra as if she was riding a most unruly beast. The trifecta of trauma had fully hit Azhul into a silent stunned coma as he charge stopped to a full halt.
"Agh- god... you're working the knots out of me." Michael could be heard groaning in pain before letting a grunted moan of relief.
"Told ya boi. If we huff... just changed positions a bit and ye gave me a pointer or two... I could get ya done. Ya ain't so different from any ol' tuskir man. Huh... yer givin' me a bit o' a workout." The older smithy woman could be heard lightly panting.
Gharna got silent as well, feeling embarrased as all hell, but nowhere nearly as bad as Azhul, who seemed to have been shell shocked, her eyes staring into nothingness.
"O-oh! Oh no! Hah! That's sensitive t-take it easy on me a bit! Hah!" The young man groaned, which prompted Azhul to crumble to her knees.
The sudden sound of the short fall made the sound from the hut stop. Heavy steps would soon approach the door and open it, as Zurra looked out towards the two.
"Oh! Yer back! Glad to see ye two fine an' well. Uh... what are ya doin'?" The old Tuskir woman asked as she stretched herself a bit, then popping her knuckles.
The two younger women stood silent, until Gharna could finally utter something. "We-... uh... we're good. W-what... uhm... what were ya doin'?" She said nearly choking.
"Ah. Just givin' da boi a massage. After the fight we had he's in shambles if ya haven't 'eard. Gettin' a wee bit tired, so I could use a hand." Zurra said most casually.
To this reply, Azhul go on her palms as well and pressed her snout to the ground. "Thank ye, Hunt Father... oh huh... thank you..." she said whispered, in a slightly whimpering tone, with sighs of relief leaving her.
Gharna calming down too, nodded. "Ye. Gladly." As she passed by Azhul though, she snickered and whispered to her. "Nearly had tha call 'im daddy there, ay?" She asked before stepping up and inside.
Azhul took a moment to calm down, as she contemplated the repercussions of murder, before approaching the shack and talking with her mother. Glad to see one another, the two went into detail about all the events that happened, together with Michael, who was happy to see them both her and Gharna.

Hey all, I'm (30F) bringing my bf (29m) over to Cardiff for two nights end of June (Fri night in at 10pmish and flying home 1pmish on Sunday). Quick visit. Were both Irish. We're staying beside the castle, however apart from that I'm wondering does anyone have suggestions for something not super touristy, or where a million children won't be 😅 he loves castles so we will do that but we are child free and not exactly mad into super touristy events. He also doesn't like theatre or museums. We like drinking (alcohol, coffee), good food (both into fine dining and open to everything but prefer casual) and he is mad into techno music but I couldn't find any events on that I didn't think we'd be the oldest at. Budget is probably in the middle! We will go to the market as well as I love them and get Welsh cakes. Might do a boat trip but I think the goods ones are booked out (my bad) unless anyone knows where I can rent our own boat/speedjets!!! Thanking you in advance and looking forward to visiting your city :D x

Been going to uni on the east coast, just getting by down in lil rhodey where I find myself joining the closest thing to Frankenstein of an edc group. We start out this fairy tale with the new england cast (all of which nvr been to edc): my rave homie for the past year, his roommate, his gf from another school (who btw still has school until mid juneeeee wtf) and me. The LA cast also all in uni made of the liaison and her 4 friends. Rewind to the fall, before this is even kickstarted, work calls and my homie is called into NYC, met a colleague, and before you know it the two are already talking up a storm bout insomniac's greatest event of the year … without doubt, EDC LV. Upon dedicating their respective party people to embark on the birth of a new rave family, no one can deny neither how far fetched nor flat out one of the most lenient investments of trust any of us could ever give. In currency, however, the two exchanged photos of his roommate and I as well as photos of her friends. The chase was on, those who wish to participate stick their neck out v far all in hopes of finding something lasting past the weekend. Yet, I can't help but think that in these most improbable of moments, the universe just happens to send someone your way … in due time. Before you know it, she reaches out.
Fast forward to the end of our salutations, we talk get to know each other, graduate to ft and spend many hours throughout the course of a month figuring out how we like to occupy time together, how we converse, and how we react. Almost as if she and I took a pulse on what vibed and what didn't. It goes by painfully slow, day in and out trying to close out the end of my semester. Nevertheless, we await the day we are scheduled to meet in person. If everything goes as planned, she and the rest of the gals driving up from LA, check in to the Airbnb and pick us up at the airport the next day DDD: scary. Yet, it follows through, after traveling already close to 6 hours to vegas, the party was just getting started the moment we landed. Greated with shots, the warm vodka scraped the walls of my throat only to be received by a chaser that had more alc IN it … argh oh well, might as well get fucked up. Step 2 completed.
After navigating the usual congestion of opening day, both her and I strangely feeling v lovey dovey. There was some energy in the air that I couldn't have imagined before this night. We go to a few sets, enjoy our time out together, and end up at said the sky. Climbing up to the bleachers one by one, the edc skyline begins to emerge the tops of every stage starting to appear further and further until we find our seats center stage. After what felt like only but a moment after the start of the set, my ears begin to thump as I hear the fireworks go off across the electric sky. And as if I wrote the script to begin with, a light rain begins to fall. Nothing but a drizzle, yet I pull out an e blanket to share. With a rush of what felt like a pure flow state, I effortlessly said the words which I'd never felt so compelled to say before in my life. As rush over me approaches its apex in the background, hiding under the veil of the blanket, I ask her to be my gf. With a smile erupting from her face, no amount of mdma could reproduce the moment she said yes. Core memory to be guarded forever.
Je t'aime mon cœur

Koron the Cleaver tried to make sense of where he was. The World Eater champion had been drifted apart from his warband during a warp-storm that somehow did not bring any of his brothers along. His equipment, however, was still intact: His power sword (or power machete, some would say) "Flesh-Splitter" still crackled with the murderous, ever-hungry power field which had a reddish hue due to the weapon's perpetually blood-stained blade. It was broad and heavy with a sharp edge, perfect for hacking heads and limbs apart, and the flat of the blade ended in a protruding spike that was perfect to maim even the most heavily-armored foes. His Storm Bolter, the "Hatred's Roar", possessed by the spirit of a daemon which made every bolt be fired and fly faster producing the characteristic "roar" for which it was named, still laid by his side awaiting slaughter. The Cleaver then checked his blood-red armor, blessed by the Blood God with runes of strength and war, for damage, but found none. This was not a place he was familiar with. Ever since the days of the Horus Heresy and the Great Crusade to the modern campaigns against the corpse-worshippers he had never been to somewhere so disgustingly peaceful. The setting sun gave the streets a dreamy, calm appearance, and a gentle breeze swept through and made the green leaves of the trees dance. The houses were all neatly arranged, painted in tones of white, yellow and pink and surrounded by well-maintained short wooden fences. But Koron grew impatient. The Butcher's Nails pounded against his thoughts, demanding carnage. If there was no combat to be found on this world, then he would make it. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a squeak, a sound he was barely able to register, but spoken with awe: "WOW DUDE, that's such a sick costume, did you make it yourself?" The Cleaver turned instinctively, but had to look around for some time until he detected the creature from which the words originated. A male mortal. Barely an adult too, by the looks of it. Black hair grew profusely from it's head, making the eyes only barely visible. It was frail in body, even for a mortal, but it seemed of average stature. It wore an unfamiliar garb, not from any of the planets of cultures Koron had know and slaughtered. It also carried a backpack, but the World Eater did not recognize it as being able to contain any sort of weaponry or ammunition. The Cleaver gripped his power sword and was ready to split the feeble mortal in two, but for some reason hesitated. This strange world, with strange people, intrigued him. He wished to know more of his prey. "What is your name, feeble creature?" The warrior spoke, startling the young man and almost making him fall to the ground upon hearing the snarl that came from the giant's throat. "What a pathetic display", Koron thought. "U-Uumm… M-M-My name's Kyle… dude." The mortal spoke in a frightened tone. Every word, every motion of this weakling insulted the World Eater, but he managed to restrain the screaming voices in his head which called for blood. Khorne cared not from where the blood flowed, but Koron felt that offering such a feeble creature as the first sacrifice to the Blood God on this new world would be shameful. There was no honor in staining his armor with the blood of such a wretch. "So uh… What's yours? Y-your name, i mean" The mortal once more spoke. Slightly impressed at the courage the creature managed to build to even dare speak to him, Koron answered: "You stand before Koron the Cleaver, mortal. Commander of the Gut Rippers Warband, slayer of a million foes, scourge of the corpse-worshippers, champion of the Blood God" "That's… so cool, man." the mortal spoke "I work at an electronics store-" Poor Kyle could not even finish his sentence before the hulking chaos marine grabbed him by the collar and raised him up to meet the eyes of his terrific helmet. "No. From this moment forward, you will work for me, mortal." The Cleaver spoke in a low growl that made Kyle shiver and made it clear to him that it was not by any means a request. "Jesus, okay, okay! My house isn't big but i guess you could stay there!" The young man said, averting his gaze. "That will do" The World Eater said, letting go of Kyle "Lead the way, mortal." After a short and very tense walk, they arrived at Kyle's house. The furniture was mortal-sized, unfit for an astartes, but the Cleaver judged it sufficient as a temporary base. "So uh, are you hungry?" Kyle asked his strange guest. "For battle. For carnage." The World Eater answered. "Yeah… i don't think there's any of that around, sorry" "Hrrr…" The Cleaver fumed "Hey hey, no problem, let's find you something to watch" the young man said, rushing for the TV Controller. Kyle switched between channels trying to find something that caught the attention of his companion, until he was interrupted with a resounding "WAIT". Kyle stopped. The channel was playing "Saving Private Ryan", specifically the starting D-Day scene. "This will do." The World Eater said with a hint of satisfaction as he observed the slaughter that unraveled before his eyes. Kyle was a bit disturbed at the childish glee with which his guest (or should it be said captor?) watched the scenes of horrifyingly graphic violence, but decided it was best to leave him to it. "So uh… Can i go to sleep?" He asked the hulking berserker. "Yes. I shall allow it." The Cleaver said in a direct manner. "...Really?" Kyle would soon regret these words as the World Eater's murderous gaze turned to him, freezing him with fear. "Do you take me for a liar, maggot? If i wanted you dead you would be so. Now go have your pathetic rest before i lose what little patience i have!" That was enough to make Kyle bolt toward his room. He didn't want to test what was going to happen if the pressed the monster further. As the youngster rolled around on his bed, praying that the strange warrior would find enough distraction in depictions of war and violence, one thought banged against his head as much as the Butcher's Nails did his companion: "Jesus Christ, what the hell have i gotten myself into?"

I'm in England. I own (with mortgage) and live in a mid-terraced house on an incline, so I only share the roof with one neighbour. Not long after I (millennial aged single woman) moved in about 3 years ago , they (recently medically retired couple with multiple painful health complaints) replaced their roof with concrete tiles, where previously it was slate. The same roofer did the neighbour on the other side at the same time. (So if I live at no. 9, neighbours at 11 and 13 had their roofs replaced. I share with 11. 13 is also mid terrace, but incline is steeper so their roof is their own) and they both used the same concrete tile instead of slate.
The job looks OK-ish from the front, but an ex-roofer colleague has warned the job is obviously-to-him very questionable, possibly illegal from the back.
I've just web-checked both the affected addresses, and neither of them have a planning permission history. The local council website states that planning permission is required when a roof is fixed/replaced using non like-for-like materials. I'll be confirming by telephone tomorrow to be sure.
I'm currently on parcels-accepting-terms with the neighbours, but when I did initially express concern about bitumen tape/flashband being used on the join, the bloke got huffy: Said his mate told him it would be fine for 10 years, and wouldn't have put money above their friendship. The couple probably couldn't afford anything more than the cheapest quote, and they both intend to live out their days there. If "fate" lets me stay, I'd like to as well.
I strongly suspect they've been had by cowboys. When the roofer and his sons were doing the job I asked them about insurance etc, and the response was... uncomfortably defensive and evasive (not quite abusive).
No damage on my side so far, but the tape is already showing signs of wear. I'm looking into a surveyor.
If I ever sell the house, could this affect the sale or value? (There's a chance this is my forever home too)
What should my next steps be, before I approach the neighbours?
Should I also tell "15"?
Should my home insurance be informed?
I wouldn't be surprised if the roofer knocked on my door to "talk to" or "reason with" me. Apart from CCTV, what else can I do? If I get CCTV to watch through windows, do I need to be mindful of any regulations?

This might seem obvious to say but I feel like from what I see out there in the theory crafting of people, not enough people see past the fluff of Dota items and understand what's actually conceptually happening under the hood at the core of the stat and leveling system and the colors. One of the theories I have about Dota is that we should consider the benefits of heroes and builds on a parallel timeline of potential power spike timings, alongside just the logistical benefits of items, and consider alternative potential solutions to winning games by just being quicker. Almost any hero that has stat growth over 2.9 or so should stack as many stat items of their color as a basic default strat and only build something else if it’s so good that its worth being weaker, slower and less effective during fights.
Imagine you’re in a game and you start to build items and many good players will look at the enemy lineup and build things that directly counter them like armo armor reduction, magic protection, utility and logistical solutions such as direct hero mechanics counters and all these things; but have you also considered just being faster than them to melt them as a tool in your repertoire? Theres no need to direct counter them if they're dead so fast that they cant fight back. well if theres an option out there on the timeline to straight up melt your opponent early mid game/mid game if you were to build this this and this... would you know to take it? Or will you always stick with the passive route?
Sometimes there are timings with various heroes and builds that if reached at a critical mass of efficiency, at a fast enough time, they can just win the game on timing alone -independently of any particular hard counters.
Like one hero might be a natural hard counter to another, unless that other hero gets to a certain point too fast and achieves too much relative value too soon. And there are many such gaps and spike possibilities in Dota. Theres tons of tricky ways to find snowball possibilities.
There’s many counters to many strategies, but sometimes the solution could be one where it’s just a faster timing. It’s not always what you get, but how fast you get it.
Let’s talk DPS. Any one item is just ok but when you stack slots to compound and double down on things its potential to be devastating is unlocked. As far as standard damage there is in order of hierarchy base damage, attack speed, and augmenters. Base attack is self explanatory, but only getting base damage has diminishing returns past a point. The major multiplier is attack speed. But you can’t have it without damage or you just attack really fast doing not much damage. If you have only damage but no attack it’s too slow and it’s ineffective unless you’re attacking for like 2k which would be impossible to achieve raw damage. So then after decent base damage and decent attack speed they have diminishing returns to add more so the next is augmentors. This can be many categories like armor shred/reduction, crit, additional dot, increased dot, slows or cc. You don’t want these without damage and speed but these can give you a higher DPS total for less money and more value much faster when added on.
This is true in many games not just dota or Mobas. Having a stack of these concentrated as much as you can fit in 6 slots is a wide open world of micro spikes. The classic is 2 or 3 early wraiths/nulls into treads into 1000$ based item of your color into a short stack of mid game items of your color such as pikes, mantas and desos/revenant brooches. Don’t forget every color has massive benefits stacked in an encounter. You have more HP, more Armor, more magic, more attack speed. More everything you need to feel stronger. If the enemy doesn't have that you will feel a strong advantage of efficiency and can choose tontine fights and take obj.
Sometimes I consider how many possible parallel lines of theoretical courses a game could take, and I try to think of it on a timeline of power spikes overlayed with each other and I consider: if I try to get the proverbial finish line of that power spike fast enough, will they be able to stop us?
Sometimes the traditional build for a hero is slower than a build that might have flat out won the game one way or another on the basis that the opponents didn't have time to get to a good place.
I always go back to the old adage that if we had infinite slots, we would just buy a branch every 50$ we get because it’s 50$ per 1 stat. While end game items give you 1 stat for around 200$ or more. So the cheaper low and mid items are the most cost effective, just we have no space. But within the space we do have, there is room for min-maxes of efficiency. Whats the most you can fit? Tier 1 and Tier 2 stat items are the quickest builds in the game, if you have a mini critical-mass of them. It’s ok if you have one or two stat items, but if you have like 6 of them too soon, it’s a huge problem for anyone in general who isn't doing the same or is instead playing passive or slower, so there’s nothing else available to your opponents to do to keep up, except mirroring you or extremely effective TI level turtling (unlikely in pubs).
I always try to think about not what I want to do, but what my opponents dont want me to do. —What is the last thing they would want me to do to them? What would-be devastating to what they need and want? Then I do it. Usually the answer to that question ends up being they dont want me to attack yet, they want more time to farm their medium-slow mid-game build, they dont want me to do a quick build and press them now.
Keep an eye out for the ability to build like this sometimes. Most of the time they won’t punish you for it in any way, and you’d be a fool to be the strongest character on the map prematurely, and not take advantage of it with objectives and early dominance.
It’s not always a counter of logistical items that is available to you, but also a potential counter on the timeline of build spikes that should be happening in your minds eye.

Can anyone tell me where to find info about how to set up a green screen in LightStream? I'm streaming from my Series X, to LightStream, then to Twitch. I'm buying a new camera that's compatible, but I want to make sure my greenscreen is set up first.

People online tell me that women like men more than men like women, in a more well rounded way and across the world and throughout history
I gave some examples of what I read online to my parents, sister and psychologist and they told me:
That most people believe that sexism is more common towards women than men, but not sooo much more common. Maybe 70/30 or 60/40. And that most people believe that sexism towards men is not just a thing as backlash because of sexism towards women
That most people believe that sexism is not about hating women, it was about men exerting physical strength to get roles of power through history. But that women were not seen as inferior nor lesser. That traditional roles were seen as different, but equal. So women raised families and had an important role doing that. While men worked. And women weren't seen to be catering to men, serving men, owned by men nor defined by their relationships to men. Because men were expected to marry and serve their wife by working too
That most don't believe that men objectify women while women don't objectify men. Nor that women respect and treat men better
That most don't believe that women are attracted to men in a more well rounded way than men are attracted to women nor that if you took sex away, men would prefer men in all other ways and see them as superior
That most don't believe that women in Muslim countries or women through history like men more than the men like women nor treat them better
That most think violence towards women is not about hating women but about power, control, testosterone, and women being easier targets due to being physically weaker. And that the same men who commit domestic violence would also be the types to start pub fights with other men, or to target kids
That most people don't think that women hate each other, compete and get jealous while men have stronger bonds, friendships and camaraderie. They think that women mostly support each other too
That most people don't think that men who do female jobs/hobbies roles are held to lower standards and praised for the bare minimum, while women who do male jobs/roles are held to higher standards and have to prove themselves. Also that most think workplaces like the police may be a big boy's club but that there are also ones that are a girl's club. Also that most don't think that women are held to higher behavioural standards/expectations than men nor judged harsher, etc. Nor that female celebs and characters are trolled/threatened, bullied and hated more online than male ones are
That most people don't think that men prefer father figures, male role models and male idols and lead characters, while women can appreciate either gender in all of those things. Nor that women support and praise the men of LGBT more than the women of LGBT, gay men more than lesbians, etc. Nor that women support gay men much more than men support lesbians
What do you think?
Why does the online world say differently? And also how do women and f eminists stay attracted to men while believing that women like men more and in a more well rounded way and that take sex away and there's not much left keeping men interested in women? That's the biggest turn off to me, reading online put me off men for life. I mean why would you be okay with unrequited love or imbalanced love from one gender to another? Being okay with finding the needle in the haystack is pathetic. People online made me reclusive/avoid people and not wanting to associate with people ever again. I won't accept being surrounded by a society where most believe and accept it.

(((I made a similar post yesterday but couldn't respond due to being at work))
Some details: I'm a Memphis local ( technically 20 minutes north in a small town called Millington)
I have treatment resistant OCD, and after getting desperate I came across a research study that had amazing results in rapid OCD remission . Basically a combo is given to the patient consisting of SSRIs paired with opioids . I can 100% say it worked... I went from being completely mentally crippled were death would be a kindness to being a complete functioning human that for the first time in their life they felt that life was finally worth it, not stuck in a hopeless cycle of intrusive thoughts and rituals . But I'm sure you can see the future flaw....... opioids and self medication will end at rock bottom
I'm finally in recovery from opiates, but with each passing day I can just feel in my heart that I'm just on borrowed time before my OCD comes back from remission . In more afraid that it will come back stronger with more devastation because I know mentally that opioids can fix it..... But that fix isn't a fix .
I've read about psychedelics and the positive case studies showing that psychedelics can help create new pathways through neuroplasticity and actually help an addict move past their addiction. And because the opioid receptors and OCD itself work in similar parts of the brain one might be able to treat the OCD the same way the psychedelics are for the addiction.
LOL there is definitely some irony in a self-medicating addict wanting to be clean by self-medicating again, but psychedelics aren't exactly addictive in the first place but I've got to try.
The OCD is so crippling that death itself would be a kindness , and I just CAN'T go back to living with it. It's just not worth it......
So any tips on how, where to forage for mushrooms? I'm sightly familiar with the cow pasture path but even then I'm not exactly sure what to do..... I've also heard good things about addiction and 2cb..... How would one find 2cb in the Memphis wildernesses?