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Hi, I met this guy on tinder in the winter. He was very sweet and we hit it off so well. Mutual chemistry, attraction, and flirting. He even sang me a birthday song on my birthday like right at midnight, as a text.
I found him to be so thoughtful and interesting to talk to. I got a huge smile on my face when he’d messaged and I was growing to trust him.
We met up in April and had two amazing dates. Lots of chemistry, great conversation, fun flirty friendship. We kissed and on the second date, I actually grew to really have a crush on him. We sat on his couch for 7 hours and just talked. He played my favorite album for me and we talked and talked about music. We kissed and cuddled, and tbh I felt wonderful. I felt like it was an easy, mutual connection. I really enjoyed him, his thoughts and opinions, and his energy.
I don’t want a really serious relationship, and neither does he. So we kinda just kept it a flirty and fun thing. Until the third date. Tragically during a weird bear hug, he broke my ribs. He popped my sternum pretty badly and the other rib is so injured. It’s been five weeks and I’m in so much pain sill.
I’ve been a vet tech for years. I moved up Here to work and to heal from past bad relationships. I got very emotional from not being able to work. And not being able to have my life: had to quit aerial yoga, no bike riding, chores and activities hurt, and I was in pain so much those first weeks. Initially, I was like “boy goodbye you suck”. But I changed my mind when he began to help me. I think I may have trauma bonded with him.
He would lift things I couldn’t, help me grocery shop, help with my household and all along we were really bonding. Or I believed we were. We cuddled and I felt so safe to talk to him. To open up to him and show him parts of myself and my world. I made it known that despite what happened, I wanted us to get through it together since it involves us both. And I let him know consistently that I had feelings for him. A crush on a boy who seemed willing to help make up for his mistake, and who seemed genuinely interested in me.
But since the rib incident maybe I was in my own head. He started getting detached. There was a moment he wasn’t offering any emotional care, he was distant and far away. If I asked him to help me do things he’d come right away and make time. But if I asked him to hang out with me or do something romantic with me he’d said no. I brought it up and he said it wasn’t me and he wasn’t pushing me away. But obviously I felt that way. The more and more he detached, the more I attached. Hot and cold relationships are very dangerous for me. He made me feel so comfortable, and then he was distant. I felt so confused. Addicted to the chase. For weeks. Until last week when I brought it up.
I went out and bought him a lovely turtle flower pot and gave him some mint I had grown myself. I wrote him a handwritten card about how much I cared about him, how open I was to hear how he was feeling, and that my heart was open to him if he wished.
He said thank you, was beyond the moon it seemed for the gift. But never responded to my feelings. Only kept saying how he was happy I consider him a friend. So I needed clarity. I asked for clarity and he said that since the rib he’s withdrawn. Too wracked with guilt to be there for me. He is the type that vanishes. Detaches. He’s not interested anymore in anything romantic. But he wants me in his life and wants to be my friend.
I was hurt because I really needed him to communicate that earlier, before I opened myself up further. I thought we were connecting but all along it was one sided. It hurt a lot and still hurts.
I asked for space to think and decided if I wanted to be friends. Truthfully, I had a hard time making the decision. I like him a whole bunch but he is very capable of hurting me, isn’t a safe emotional person, and his detachment is super triggering to me. I’ve been so triggered since that I’ve had many panic attacks and anxiety. I also just feel BAD. Like he was so into me at first then gradually stopped being present. It was mean and I felt like if he wants to be friends I need him to be aware of how he can hurt me.
Last night I saw he had unfollowed me on Instagram. So I check and he’s unfollowed me on everything. Blocked on Tik tok. And he even went as far as to unmatch me on tinder (we matched months ago in December ish and so for him to go out of his way to specifically not interact with me hurt so bad. I sobbed last night)
Im at a loss. He said he wanted to be friends and I seriously considered it given the chemistry, the conversations, and the effort I’ve already put in. I cherished his help while I healed. I’ve been helpless at work and so depressed since the injury. I wonder if I was too much. If I was too depressed or rocked by the broken rib for him. Like, did it make me not interesting anymore? Did it make him stop liking me? Did my pain make me unattractive and too much for him?
I don’t want to feel this way so I’m going no contact now. It feels forced… like he put me in this position with no agency. Clearly he doesn’t want to talk to me anymore or see me. He’s made it clear with his actions, even if his words are different.
I got a bill for $1,400 for the er visit. I need to know if I should ask him to compensate me at this point. He obviously doesn’t want any emotional or physical connection to me and I want to save myself from the pain of further rejection. But do I ask him for money since he caused the injury? What should I do?
I know it was an accident. I know he feels really bad. I know he’s said sorry countless times. And I have a huge part of my heart that says “forgive him, move on , ask for nothing”. But he really hurt me and affected my quality of life. I can’t afford $1,400 of hospital bills. What do I do?
Tl:dr my friend who I was initially dating broke my rib by accident. I felt really bad about it, but I accepted his apologies and help. He grew distant and stopped being present. Then I saw he blocked me on my social accounts. I am physically injured and emotionally hurt. I can’t afford the 1,400 hospital bill. I need help, what do I do?

Hi everyone!
My husband and I love to go to our favorite local coffee shop every Saturday morning. Every other day we drink shitty keurig coffee though haha. I was thinking about investing in an espresso machine with a built in grinder to make lattes at home (we both love lattes). However, after looking into this sub for a bit I’ve gathered that making your own lattes at home really doesn’t save money unless you’re going to a coffee shop daily (which isn’t the case for us as stated above). Is that the general consensus? Are there certain espresso machines that are cheaper to use than others? Is a moka pot more of what I’m looking for probably? Sorry for all the questions, we aren’t very knowledgeable in this space :)
ETA: we don’t entertain often, so it would primarily be 2 lattes/day for my husband and I. Not limited on counter space. And if we were recommended to buy an espresso machine (instead of a Moka pot), our budget would probably be around $800 for the machine with a built in grinder.

She has a prior conviction involving drugs and money laundering. Found the court proceedings online. Live in a nice neighborhood, have an HOA. She’s constantly got these late night visitors and it’s been the same guy usually so I just thought it was a boyfriend. That is until I noticed it’s always a short visit and he always leaves with some kind of shopping bag. I don’t know what he’s picking up and I wouldn’t have cared if it hadn’t woken me up at 1am every other night. She’s also a bad neighbor. Likes to leave her trash cans in the front, yard is always in disarray, and I thought she sold cars or something but she actually works in healthcare, but there are these mysterious cars that remained parked in front of the other neighbor’s houses instead of in front of hers.
A neighbor had asked me if I knew whose car it was parked in front of their house and I said no so they emailed the HOA and then one day I saw her charging up the car with her car and later that day it was gone so I realized it was her car the whole time. That neighbor told me they saw needles by the car. When I first moved in there was a car parked in front of my place and I had to email the HOA about it too but I had completely forgot about that until the neighbor brought up the mysterious car. Seems like she’s got her hand in a couple shady pots, maybe she rents out the parking spaces?
Anyway, it’s really unnerving that people are shooting up on my street after picking up whatever it is they’re getting from her and it doesn’t make me feel safe. She has no idea the neighbors and I are onto her and she’s gotten in trouble multiple times for things like the parking, etc. She also has this sister that is involved somehow because she also stops by in the dead of night to drop off shopping bags of stuff. The whole thing is just really bizarre. There are kids that live here.
Thinking I’m going to file an anonymous police tip. Anybody have any experience with the process following that? Should I call after filing if I don’t see anything happening and these late night pickups keep going on?

She has a prior conviction involving drugs and money laundering. Found the court proceedings online. Live in a nice neighborhood, have an HOA. She’s constantly got these late night visitors and it’s been the same guy usually so I just thought it was a boyfriend. That is until I noticed it’s always a short visit and he always leaves with some kind of shopping bag. I don’t know what he’s picking up and I wouldn’t have cared if it hadn’t woken me up at 1am every other night. She’s also a bad neighbor. Likes to leave her trash cans in the front, yard is always in disarray, and I thought she sold cars or something but she actually works in healthcare, but there are these mysterious cars that remained parked in front of the other neighbor’s houses instead of in front of hers.
A neighbor had asked me if I knew whose car it was parked in front of their house and I said no so they emailed the HOA and then one day I saw her charging up the car with her car and later that day it was gone so I realized it was her car the whole time. That neighbor told me they saw needles by the car. When I first moved in there was a car parked in front of my place and I had to email the HOA about it too but I had completely forgot about that until the neighbor brought up the mysterious car. Seems like she’s got her hand in a couple shady pots, maybe she rents out the parking spaces?
Anyway, it’s really unnerving that people are shooting up on my street after picking up whatever it is they’re getting from her and it doesn’t make me feel safe. She has no idea the neighbors and I are onto her and she’s gotten in trouble multiple times for things like the parking, etc. She also has this sister that is involved somehow because she also stops by in the dead of night to drop off shopping bags of stuff. The whole thing is just really bizarre. There are kids that live here.
Thinking I’m going to file an anonymous police tip. Anybody have any experience with the process following that? Should I call after filing if I don’t see anything happening and these late night pickups keep going on?

Buna ziua. Lucrez intr-un domeniu stresant , cu foarta multa responsabilitate(inginer proiectant, 24 ani). In ultimul timp am inceput sa iau rivotril. Pentru mine ii un medicament extraordinar, dar simt cateodata nevoia sa iau tot mai mult. Desigur, incerc sa ma abtin cum pot. Intrebarea mea ar fi urmatoarea: cei care ati luat acest medicament in timp indelungat, ati avut ceva efecte adverse? pana acuma nu am observat nimic anormal, in afara de tentatia de a luat cat mai mult.

Buna ziua. Lucrez intr-un domeniu stresant , cu foarta multa responsabilitate(inginer proiectant,24 ani). In ultimul timp am inceput sa iau rivotril. Pentru mine ii un medicament extraordinar, dar simt cateodata nevoia sa iau tot mai mult . Desigur, incerc sa ma abtin cum pot. Intrebarea mea ar fi urmatoarea: cei care ati luat acest medicament in timp indelungat, ati avut ceva efecte adverse? pana acuma nu am observat nimic anormal, in afara de tentatia de a luat cat mai mult.

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Ram: 16gb of ddr4 3200mhz
Motherboard: Asus a520m plus wifi (yes I know I should have gotten a b550... I probably will in the future)
Graphics card: rx5700xt 8gb
Case: gamdias talos-e3 white
Cpu: ryzen 5 5600x
Power supply: Zaman gigamax 700w
Fan: se-214-se
Storage: 1 terabyte ssd
Also I got some white power extensions.
How'd I do (for 1080p)? What should I upgrade in the future?

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• Speedrun friendly: I wanted to both transform 30-20 min runs into more competitive and more rewarding ones so I’ve designed new runs. Basically, there is a time limit in each combat level, you are trying to mow down enemies, in a limited given time. However, I wanted to change that and this is where we differ from all the other horde survivals; kill the enemies coming at you in a 30-20 mins limited time or kill a certain number of enemies. SOD melts these 2 targets in a pot, and rewards the players who achieve to attain strong builds and combos. If you kill the enemy waves coming at you overpowering them; you can reach the target kill before the time limit. Since you can kill more enemies in less amount of time, it leads you to finish the game earlier and stronger. This enables us to see the play time which changes each run, and the players can aim for the top in SOTD score-rush competition.
• Game-breaking weapon synergies: Old weapon evolution is new weapon synergies, if you have a specific number of weapons with similar classes, you get an extra reinforcement feature such as when machinery synergy is activated, a yellow robust robot joins your crew. The player is able to customize the playstyle with systematic gameplay, synergy features, different possibilities, builds, and items. How it all works? All you need to do is just get a specific number of weapons required and maximize one of them.
• Items: For each level that you clear, and each time you visit the Shop you can select an item We want to smooth the path for you to create different combos, as in if you get the Wrath of Droid and stay still for 5 secs without firing, all summoned machines will gain attributes.
• Randomly generated encounters: Every run is a new beginning/in each run, you are able to continue with a new game experience in randomly generated sectors. Beware of your choices, the next combat can change your destiny. In case of an encounter with an old frigate, if you go to examine that, the number of enemies you will encounter can increase which could be in favor of you that you can build up earlier or it can make you sweat bullets if you aren’t strong enough.
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CABIN ROAD is the gateway to paradise. But why does this feel like a path to hell? I smash into a tall pine tree that stands in the middle of the otherwise straight gravel road. I've gone around it hundreds of times before. But now, my fingers are firmly gripped on the steering wheel, disregarding all my commands. Have I become paralyzed? A potato is wobbling on the dashboard, having obviously leaped out of the potato crates in the back seat. Jack gets out and strides to the front bumper. His lips press into a thin line as he appraises the destruction and cost of fixing it. Nothing should hold him back from swearing. But he maintains his composure, anger simmering just beneath the surface. The memory of thirty years of marriage fills my mind. I question whether this man has drugged me. A fleeting thought that he might have crashed the car surfaces, but it seems too much of a stretch. I take a deep breath and try to clear my head. In the rear-view mirror, Jack gets an axe from the trunk. He comes and gazes at me from my window, his eyes looking heavy and weary—like two precious pearls inside their oyster-like shells. I straighten and open the window: “Thank goodness it wasn't worse.” “I'll chop it down.” “That’s a pretty big tree, Jack.” Jack blinks several times. “I do have a chainsaw...” “Yes.” I wonder what stories this tree has witnessed during its lifetime. Will we see the marks of our journey on its rings? There’s always something that gets squeezed in tighter, begging to be unraveled. “I'll drive you to the cabin and grab the chainsaw,” Jack says. “Prepare some coffee while I'm gone.” Our short passage to the cabin around the bend is like shifting through the fog of memory. I'm in the kitchen. My fingers clench around the coffee tin can and spoon. Bewilderment engulfs my brain. I spot Jack with his saw. He slips around the corner, the curve of his bottom visible through his tight work trousers. I feel anxious about the crash. Did I deliberately hit the tree? The measuring spoon slips from my hand. It drops onto the floor along with the tin can. I clean up the mess. Could someone drive into a tree on purpose? Accidents do happen after all. It's fascinating to see him take on this role of being so chivalrous. Far away from his academic duties. As the chainsaw outside whines, I scroll through social media on my phone. People arguing about something or other makes me tired. I pick up a copy of Science magazine from the coffee table and scan through an article titled “Quantum Communication Across Interstellar Space,” authored by Jack. As usual, the details go right over my head. I like to amuse myself with the idea that it speaks about communicating with individuals who have passed away. Billy's message pops up. He asks for money for a fishing trip with his buddies somewhere in Lapland. I am more than happy to support him since he’s enlisting in the army soon in July. My big boy. I tell him about the car crash, and he gives me advice about a car repair store. Jack comes back earlier than expected. He plops into his seat, sweat beading on his forehead and the smell of resin emanating from him. He seems disappointed. I pour coffee to the brim. “Did the saw get stuck?” Jack shakes his head and adds sugar to his mug. “It got shattered under the tree. I stumbled...” Silence descends slowly, like dust. “My helmet cracked.” “Do you want me to buy new parts when I go to the store?” “No need.” “But there's pruning and cutting to do first.” Jack takes a bite out of a cinnamon bun. “I can sharpen the axe.” “Ask the neighbors for help, that's what they're for. You can also mow the lawn while I'm away.” “The grass is already short— it'll die off.” “You don't want ticks taking over! Think about your mother's joint pain. She would roll in her grave if—” “Cremated?’ “Yes!” My answer is like a flyswatter, leaving no room for further discussion or quantum physics. Jack is busy chewing on the bun. His regular coffee breaks, which have become part of his daily routine in his sixties, have honed impressive jowls. We enjoy our coffee and stare at the lake. Calm as a mirror. I have a feeling Jack will soon suggest fishing. As I gather my things to leave, I call to him: “Don't hurt yourself. Should I bring more buns?” “I was thinking of skipping the sugar and wheat...” I simply smile in reply. “Can you refuel the car?” Jack asks. I'm already off. The door slams shut in the middle of his sentence, but Jack knows better than to expect a response. I jump into the driver's seat and immediately notice forgotten potato baskets in the back seat, but my mind drifts away before I can do anything about it. As I pass by our old well, I remember that we need to discuss connecting the cabin to a new water source. No matter what it costs, it needs to be done. Why should I agree to be responsible for our running water anymore? I collide with something hard. Airbags abruptly inflate around me, disorienting me as my vision blurs. Struggling to escape from the tangled mess of seatbelts and inflatable bags, it feels like I'm an old person trying to climb out of a bouncy castle. My gaze rests on the scene before me, but my thoughts can't understand it. I have plowed into a tree stump. The tree stretches over the ditch. Nearby the chainsaw lies crushed. The cutting chain is nowhere to be found. I get back in the car. Should I phone Jack for an urgent call? Inhaling slowly helps me stay calm. Why didn’t he mention the tree stump? Someone taps on my window I jump and my neck stiffens up. I reach for the window switch. “I should have told you about...” Jack says. “The stump?” “Didn't you see the tree on the ground?” “I'm sorry. I was daydreaming.” “Great galaxy, Hazel! You're burning through our last savings as if money grew on trees!” Jack is being truly authentic with me. I stare back at him like some big-eyed exotic species from Madagascar that I can't identify in all this chaos. Jack opens the door and starts to put the cushion back in its place. We turn on the engine, giving the accelerator a test ride. “Let's go to a repair shop. I'm sure our insurance will cover this,” Jack suggests. “We can say that we had an accident with a reindeer.” “You're supposed to report it to the police or game warden if you hit an animal,” I reply. Jack pauses for a moment. He then reverses and drives forward again, but when he looks into the rear-view mirror, he slams on the brakes. “I have a better plan.” He retrieves an orange towing strap from the trunk, a burst of determination on his face. He connects the stump and the tow hook. “Get ready. We’re going to take a quantum leap here.” We buckle our seat belts with a single click as we prepare for the inevitable disaster. We had already made so many mistakes together, starting with raising our children—though sometimes failing was just part of parenting. Jack revs up the engine. A sudden lurch forward, then Jack howls in pain as the stump smashes through the rear window, clambering through the seats and lodging itself onto the gearbox, trapping Jack's hand. He veers off toward the ditch. The Milky Way spins around us, potatoes fly in the air and suddenly, all is quiet. We find ourselves upside down—surrounded by earthy potatoes and broken glass. I try to break the silence: “I just remembered: Billy's friend can repair cars at the vocational school much cheaper.” Jack looks so pale, his face almost white. I guess he’s contemplating the next step. Through the cracked windshield, I see the chainsaw chain lying in the ditch. How did it come to be rusting away? Maybe everything will go back to normal if we sit here and wait. It feels almost as if we are flying in outer space, my nerves slowly calming down. But then a sudden stillness strikes that is anything but soothing. “Jack, I’m feeling a bit dizzy…” No answer. “Jack...” I snap open my eyes and the scene in front of me has changed drastically. It’s like I’ve been sucked into some kind of surreal void. I hear a tapping noise on the window. An apology and then a loud thud; a huge rock has been hurled through the glass. A stench of strong aftershave ferments around me. A burly arm reaches across to release the seatbelt. An elderly man growls something crude, nothing like Jack's usual scout-like words. My eyes close as I'm being cradled away, and visions of Jack's mathematics and symbols flicker around in my mind. Is the soul truly free when there is no force of gravity to pull us down? I don't know who my savior is, but I can sense his worry as his face reddens. He is in military garb. I come to as I feel my head thudding against the rubble. Instantly, I yearn to run away, contemplating that perhaps this experience is only a dream, and I'm back in the cabin chamber, tucked securely underneath a cosy blanket. A blanket that grants me the power to perform heroic acts like disappearing in a puff of smoke. “Are you okay?” he speaks in a familiar voice. Fingers brush over my clothes, picking out pieces of glass. My pocket contains an odd bulge—a potato? Suddenly, everything clicks: an aged Billy, wearing a major's rank insignia. How could he have achieved that rank so fast? “Son, what are you doing on this tree ring?” Billy peers at me from across the way, accompanied by a mysterious female figure. “We came to check on how you're doing,” Billy says. “Do you remember what happened?” I raise my head and look around. There's nobody in the driver's seat of the car. “Where is Jack?” I manage. Billy furrows his brows like a detective would when weighing evidence. An image of the classic TV show Columbo flashes through my mind—he could lull suspects into a false sense of security before dropping the hammer of his sharp intellect on their inconsistencies. But I'm not hiding anything here. Though why are modern shows so bad? That's another mystery entirely. “Mom, what were you doing out here? The road is an absolute disaster zone, with the car smashed up in the ditch.” My thoughts swim haphazardly as Billy reads something from my expression, then casts his eyes towards his new girlfriend for assistance. I try to get up but it hurts too much. Instead, I reach into my pocket and feel a sandy-sharp potato there. Maybe I can still wash it off. “I’m fine,” I reply. “I need to get back to plowing the field... baking buns for Jack... buying a chainsaw...” The darkness returns and I feel my body shiver. I'm in the car, traveling down bumps I've known for quite some time. Soon, I’m settled inside the cabin's living room on the couch. The coffee maker is gurgling in the corner of the room. Billy is on a call with a doctor about how to deal with grief and coping alone; it seems someone had died while cutting down a tree last year. He gets furious and threatens to take away the keys from the person he's talking to. It might be a good idea; many people have too many keys that they don't use anyway. My head is spinning with thoughts about Jack's absence. Where did he go? Someone runs water over potatoes while a pot clatters on the stovetop. My temper rises as I wait for Jack's return. I won't stay here by myself without an explanation from him. I call out for Jack until there's no sound left but my coughing voice. I crave sausage soup, and I know I must go to the store. As I try to move forward, I am wading through tar. They guide me to the coffee table. According to Jack, time runs faster the more hunched your back becomes. Let it be and let us sit here, motionless, gazing at the tips of our shoes. Surely, time has slowed down in this moment. Billy reaches out and takes my hand. A handsome, greying gentleman. His girlfriend also places her hand on top of the pile. Her name is Ewa. A beautiful name, something familiar about her. But did I hear her calling me mother? In the yard, a squirrel hops with a cone in its mouth. It freezes and stares at me. I avert my gaze. My hands suddenly look wrinkled. I summon the inner strength that I've been striving to find for an eternity: “Do we have to leave now?” Billy exchanges glances with Ewa and then looks outside. “You don't have to walk this path alone, Mother.” We finish our coffee without saying another word. The wind sweeps across the lake. A pair of swans take flight, and a duet of gentle honks echo across the water. A shivering cold envelops me. Billy and Ewa take me to the car. The potatoes can wait. The sun blazes brightly above us as we travel the cabin road; shapeless clouds dot the horizon and suddenly I sense a presence—as if someone is waving to me. I surrender. I believe I will be warmly welcomed.

"Okay," Sookie called out. "That's a wrap!"
A ragged cheer went up from the cast and crew. Deacon walked around, clapping his hands and cheering loudly, making sure everyone else was cheering, too. Sookie walked over to her chair and sank into it, her feet throbbing in time to the cheering people around her. She smiled at anyone who caught her eye and just relaxed.
This was the end of a grueling, forty-five day shooting schedule that had been supposed to be ten hour days, but had ended up being more like thirteen to eighteen hour days for her. They weren't done filming the season. Far from it, in fact. But these were the worst shots, and the cast and crew involved had all agreed to push through hard until it was done. After this, they had about two more months of shooting on a more normal schedule, and then editing could begin.
Deacon, despite his enthusiasm for the end of the push, had not had to attend most of the shots they got, and had instead, been spending 'quality' time with a couple of local groupies and the White Lady. Sookie didn't begrudge him this, of course. She worried a little about the amount of booger sugar going up his nose at times, but his agent had repeatedly assured her that he was using far more often during shoots than during his off time.
Besides, it was only fitting that the star of the show should enjoy the fruits of his fame. Sookie herself had picked up a bisexual couple a week or two ago, when they had a shoot end 'early' (at nine PM) and the next's day's shoot wasn't scheduled to begin until eight AM. She had left set almost immediately and headed to a local gay bar, where someone had recognized her from her OnlyFans days and insisted upon introducing his boyfriend.
She sighed, remembering the sensation of two well-endowed men thrusting into her, and how she'd simply melted when the one behind her leaned forward and around to kiss the other. Bi men were soooo hawt...
She promised herself she'd try to find another bisexual 'gay' couple, now that she had the time.
Deacon had finally got everyone sufficiently enthusiastic -which was a credit to his charisma, really, as everybody was exhausted- and came over to sit next to her in his own chair.
"I am so ready for a couple weeks off," he said.
"It's one week," Sookie reminded him. "And then you need to be ready for the fight scenes. Have you been working with your choreographer?"
"I haven't really had the time..." Deacon whined, causing Sookie to sigh.
"Deek," she said, sitting up in her chair and turning to face him. "You haven't needed to be on set for the past two weeks. You've been coming to, in your own words, 'help keep morale up'. And while I do appreciate your efforts in that regards, it is far more important for you to be ready to shoot your fight scenes in a week. I'm serious here. You need to get with your choreographer and get your moves nailed down tight. We don't have time to push those shoots back any further."
Deacon held up his hands in surrender. "I'll be down at the dojo tomorrow, I swear."
"Tomorrow morning," Sookie insisted.
"Tomorrow morning," Deacon agreed. "In fact, I'm going to get the playbook and go over it tonight, to try to get a head start."
Sookie smiled and patted him on the knee as she rose. She didn't want to be here anymore. The PAs and crew could finish cleaning everything up so the teardown crews could get started tomorrow.
She found her personal assistant and instructed her to make sure everyone knew to do their own breakdowns, then left. Filming on set had certain advantages, including the fact that she was within walking distance of her hotel.
The security guard that Julie had insisted she maintain since that incident a few years ago with the psycho stan peeled herself off the wall she'd been holding up and fell into step behind her. Sookie wouldn't have minded so much, except Julie had carefully picked married, monogamous men and women to fill her security schedule with, to avoid any 'conflicts of interest'.
This gal, Linda Gottlieb, was probably the worst of all. She had a girlfriend and a boyfriend, and yet refused to sleep with anyone else. On top of that, she was as slender as Sookie, flat chested (which Sookie found to be a major turn on) and hard as a rock, with veiny arms and shoulders and even a few visible on her belly.
Sookie was a woman of many tastes, but skinny girls with visible veins and no tits were one of her more notable favorites, and so Linda's categorical refusal to so much as let Sookie slip a hand down her pants was grating.
Linda wasn't wearing a uniform. She wore a tight tank top and a loose flannel with the sleeves rolled up and the front unbuttoned over a pair of blue jeans and hiking boots. Sookie knew she had a gun on her somewhere, but couldn't speculate as to where.
Well, that's not true. Sookie imagined the handle sticking of her ass, riding up between the cheeks of that ass that all flat-chested women seemed to have that was categorically unfair to better-if-still-modestly endowed women like Sookie. She slowed down to get a peek at it.
"Looking at my ass again?" Linda asked.
"Yes," Sookie said. "I was wondering if you keep your gun there. The handle could fit between those cheeks and nobody would be the wiser."
Linda laughed and lifted her flannel to show a handgun tucked into her belt on her hip. "Sorry to disappoint," she said. "But I kinda need to keep it where I could easily get at it."
Sookie sighed, her pleasant illusion ruined.
They turned left out of the studio gates and walked up the road. Despite the presence of the studio, this was kind of a rough area, so Sookie appreciated having some security as she made the walk. Not that she couldn't handle herself, but she'd learned the hard way that being taken by surprise left her as vulnerable as anyone.
They hadn't gotten more than a half a block before a ragged looking man approached them, reeking of booze and shit. His clothes were filthy and torn and he had a scraggly beard that ranged from a centimeter to three inches long, seemingly at random.
"Spare a dollar?" he asked.
"No," Linda said, stepping forward to catch his attention so Sookie could slip past.
"S'just a dollar, lady. I'll lick your pussy for it!" The man leered at Linda, who didn't blink or flinch, but rather gave him a hard shove back.
"Don't you fucking crowd me, talking shit like that," she said menacingly, taking another step forward to keep him off balance.
"Be respectful," she added with force. The man looked like he wanted to argue, but something in the way she looked or held herself made it clear to him that Linda was not to be trifled with. He stepped back until his back was to the wall of the building behind him and watched as Linda turned and caught back up to Sookie, who was watching the whole thing over her shoulder.
"Fucking Dykes!" the man shouted. "Suck my dick!"
"You'd think that at least one of them would figure out that being aggressive like that doesn't work," Sookie mused.
"It doesn't work on you or me, but that's because we know we could take his head off if he tried to get violent," Linda said. "Most women aren't fighters. They'll give him cash just to get him to stop harassing them."
"Fair enough," Sookie said.
This was a common occurrence. Almost every time Sookie walked to her hotel, at least one homeless person would try to panhandle her. Sometimes, if she had any cash, she'd give them some. Once in a blue moon, one would engender enough sympathy for a good payout, a hundred bucks or so. But most of the time, they struck her as entitled ruffians, living on the street thanks to their own bad decisions and trying to get by on other people's labor.
She knew that was an old-fashioned mindset. She knew a lot of these people would, if they got clean of whatever they were using, sort out their lives and take care of business. She knew that the DCM Group even had a charitable arm who straight up gave condos and large sums of money to many homeless people, who immediately used that gift to get back on their feet. She knew the stats, too.
But this particular area seemed to attract the sort of homeless people whom right-wing motards used as an archetype for all homeless people. Twice, someone from the crew had been assaulted, causing Sookie to declare that she and the stunt coordinator were the only ones allowed to walk to and from the studio.
"I wonder if they're actually even homeless," Linda said, her thoughts echoing Sookie's.
"Me too," Sookie said. "I mean, it's a very poor neighborhood, adjacent to a place where very wealthy people work. There's no rule that says you have to be homeless to panhandle."
Linda nodded. Sookie wondered idly if she'd been following her own logic, or seeking out a belief that made her feel better about judging the people here. She wasn't sure which, really.
The area they moved through got progressively nicer as they continued. They turned the last corner, with three blocks still to go when Sookie saw the next one.
This one was older. he only had about a week's worth of beard on his face, though Sookie could see that it was mostly gray. He wore similar clothes to the other one, the once-vibrant colors having long since faded towards a muted gray tone. His clothes, however, looked cleaner and the holes had all been neatly stitched. As they drew close, Sookie could read his sign.
Please help Leave a dollar or take a resume Will work for food
Sure enough, he had a stack of resumes weighted down with a rock next to him. Sookie stopped, intrigued and bent down to retrieve one. She handed the man a folded ten dollar bill at the same time. A reward for creativity in his panhandling, she thought.
She looked at it. The man had a pair of enlistments in the Marine Corps at the top of his work experience. It was back in the early 2000s, and it mentioned Helmand Province, which Sookie recalled had been at the center of a lot of the fighting in Afghanistan.
The next few lines were security companies, starting with a high-end competitor to the Group, and then a long sequence of construction and day-labor work, ending on his current work, which was "Self Employed - Private Investigations". Below that, he had a string of qualifications, including armed security, close protection and bail enforcement.
"This is actually quite a good resume," Sookie told him. She glanced up at the top to get his name, Richard Nixon.
"Richard Nixon?" Sookie asked. "Like the president?"
Richard nodded. "I'll work," he said hopefully. "I can swing a hammer and do plumbing. I'll do a full day's work for lunch and dinner, or a hundred bucks, whichever you prefer."
Sookie handed the resume to Linda, who looked down at it.
"Ain't much different than mine," she said. "Oorah."
"Oorah," Richard muttered back, seemingly on pure instinct.
"So why are you out here, Richard?" Sookie asked. "Your resume says you're self-employed as a private eye."
Richard shrugged. Sookie noted the redness and swelling of his nose. "Work's been scarce," he said. "Been getting fewer jobs for the last few years. Fewer jobs means less money, less money means losing my office, not being able to afford nice clothes, which leads to fewer jobs."
Sookie looked a question at Linda, who shrugged. "We're always looking for investigators. It can be hard to recruit former cops, and those we do are often old enough not to stay on for more than a few years before retiring."
Sookie smiled and nodded, turning back to Richard. "You want an interview?"
"Hell yeah," he said with some enthusiasm. "As long as they don't mind me looking a little rough around the edges."
"Where do you live?" Sookie asked. Richard gestured around. "Lost my apartment last month," he said. Sookie pursed her lips and then nodded and held out a hand to him.
"Come on, Richard. I'm Sookie, and this is Linda. I'll make you a deal. I'll get you a nice outfit to wear and arrange an interview at the LA office tomorrow. I'll put you up on my couch for the night, too. That way, you can shower and shave and look presentable for it. What do you think?"
Richard took her hand and let her help him up. "Are you serious?" he asked. Sookie nodded.
"Holy crap, thank you, lady. Sookie, I mean. Thank you." His eyes began to get watery. "I don't... I don't even know what to say. That would be amazing."
Sookie smiled, her heart wrenching for the guy. She knew he had a drinking problem, but she also remembered all those people the Group's charities helped. Get someone on their feet, and there was a good chance they'd stay there.
"Do you have stuff to get?"
"I uh... I have a storage shed. It's paid up through the end of the year," he said. "My stuff is safe there, I just need to go get my toiletries."
"Don't worry about that," Sookie said, stepping to the edge of the sidewalk and waiting for the traffic to clear enough to cross the road. "We can stop by a drug store, too."
----
Sookie and Linda took Richard shopping and got him everything he needed. Which wasn't much, really. Sookie had a spare toothbrush, razors, shaving cream and cologne at her hotel room. It was all stuff she kept on hand to be the best slut she could be, and make her dishes du jour feel welcome. They bought him deodorant and an electric beard trimmer, and decided to take a pit stop at a hair and nails salon next to the pharmacy.
The girls there had cooed and gooed over Sookie and Linda helping this man out, and refused to accept any money for the trim he got. Unfortunately, they weren't set up to shave a man (all of the other clients inside were women), but Richard protested that he was perfectly capable of shaving himself, so it all worked out.
The next stop was, at Sookie's insistence, one of the ultra-high-end men's clothing stores near her hotel. Linda had protested that simply taking a car to Walmart would be good enough, but Sookie would have none of that.
"Linda, it's been over six years since I've seen a person in Walmart that I'd be willing to give a handy to. It's been even longer since I've seen any clothing there that looked like it didn't come from Walmart, especially the suits. We're not going to Walmart."
As a result, Richard got fitted for a custom-tailored suit and outfitted with a tie that was a pleasant, deep blue, bespeckled with tiny, gold-embroidered Marine Corps logos. He seemed pleased with it, and had to keep wiping his eyes as he repeatedly and profusely thanked her.
When all was done, they finally went to the hotel. Sookie had a full suite on the top floor. It wasn't the biggest suite, but it was close, with two spare bedrooms, a living room and a full kitchen, in addition to a balcony that afforded her a great view of the city (so long as the smog wasn't too bad) and a private elevator to the rooftop pool.
Linda took her usual spot at the door to await her relief for the evening while Sookie showed Richard the large bathroom and made sure he had everything he needed. While he showered and shaved, she decided to review the script.
She walked over to the safe in the living room and carefully punched in her combination on the keypad.
The scripts for The Legend of Jimmy were like solid gold. Every studio out there wanted to get their hands on one, to steal ideas from. Every fan wanted to get one, just for the thrill of knowing what was going to happen next. During the second season's filming, they'd had multiple scripts stolen and leaked, and Sookie had learned to crack down on that. As a result, she was the only one who ever had a full set of scripts for any given season. She kept them safely under lock and key at all times.
She pulled out her working copy, which was different from the 'archive' copy she also kept in the safe. The working copy had all of her handwritten notes on it. She closed the safe back up and locked it, then sat down at the table and flipped open to the scenes they would be filming after the break. Using a red pen, she made notes for herself, things to remember during shooting, like camera angles and notes on the VFX.
She heard the shower turn off, but she was engrossed in her work when the door opened.
"Thanks again," Richard said, causing her to look up. He had a towel around his waist, but Sookie noted that he had a lean torso, with some muscle still there, despite a rough life. Clean shaven now, he looked much better. He'd never get a gig as a model, but he was handsome enough in his own way. Sookie smiled at him.
"You don't have to keep thanking me," she said. "I'm happy to help."
She closed her script and stood, walking it over to the safe. Obscuring her hands with her body, she punched in the code again and placed the script inside. She hadn't yet closed the door when she heard Richard mutter "Oh shit."
She turned to look and froze. He'd turned back towards the bathroom, and then dropped his towel by accident. He was currently in the process of picking it up, affording Sookie a great view of his ass and what might well have been considered a third leg hanging from between the other two.
It came almost to his knees.
A flush of heat went through her, washing away all thoughts of largess and generosity, and kindling a very selfish desire. She heard the spattering on the hardwood floor where she crouched as her usual over-the-top wetness kicked into high gear and soaked through her pants in seconds. She could feel herself throbbing as she eyed Richard's enormous member.
Her disguise slipped and the horns erupted from her head, her tail curled up painfully inside her pants and her skin turned red, with large patches of scales. Operating purely on instinct, she magicked up a veil of mundanity. She didn't want Richard to freak out, and this would keep him from registering her appearance as anything out of the ordinary.
He retrieved his towel and made to wrap it back around his waist, but Sookie shot to her feet and spun, already ripping her shirt off.
"Wait," she said. Richard froze, then turned to look at her over one shoulder. She tossed her shirt on the couch and peeled off her pants. She wasn't wearing any underwear or bra, of course. She never did.
"I just thought of a way you could thank me," she purred, taking a languid step forward. Richard reacted immediately to the sight of her naked, turning, his hog's leg stiffening and rising from its vertical hang slightly.
"Are you, uh... I mean... I'm not..." Richard stammered. Sookie stepped closer to him and put her hands on his shoulder, then ran them down his chest.
"I am damn sure I want to do this, if that's what you're asking," she said, her hands reaching lower as she stepped close enough to press her breasts into his ribs. She took hold of him and felt him grow almost immediately rock hard as he gasped.
"Wow," he said. "This is... This is like something from a porno with a bad script..." he said.
"Uh huh," Sookie said. "And we're about to do the fun parts of it." She pressed her lips into his, and then squealed in delight as he grabbed her by the ass and hoisted her up.
"Where?" he asked into her mouth.
"Pussy, mouth and ass," she replied. She felt the heat rush through his cheeks.
"I meant where in this room," he said.
"I don't fucking care," Sookie responded, lining his huge cock up with her most convenient hole and squirming down onto it with a loud gasp.
"In the bedroom!" Linda shouted. "Please, for the love of god, in the bedroom!"
----
Sookie awoke the next morning and rolled over to see if Richard was up for a little wake-and-shake. Her hands slapped the empty bed and she pouted.
"Richard?" she called, a wonderful aroma meeting her nose as she did. "Are you making coffee already? I'll fall in love with you, or deepthroat you, your choice, if you are!"
He didn't answer.
She opened her eyes and saw that his new suit was missing. An empty hanger was hooked to the coathanger next to the closet. She climbed out of bed, frowning, and walked out into the living room.
It was empty. She could smell the coffee even stronger, and she walked into the kitchen to find the coffee pot full and a business card sitting next to it. She picked it up and peered at it with sleep-bleary eyes.
"Eric Stephens, Private Investigations, Corporate Espionage, Bail Bonds, Security Consultation," she read out loud. There was a QR code on it, so she picked up her phone from where it had been flung to the floor last night and scanned it. While the page loaded, she glanced in the bathroom to see Richard's old clothes still piled there.
She glanced at her phone to see a very clean-shaven and well-dressed Richard smiling at the camera at the top of a very tastefully designed web page. She scrolled through it for a moment, confused. This was clearly him, but why had he given her a fake name? She supposed he could have had this nice website built back when he was still working enough to afford it, but... It seemed off. It didn't fit. Sookie didn't get it.
That was, until she looked to her own pile of clothes by the safe and saw the door still hanging open. With a gasp, she rushed over only to find the safe empty. Both of her scripts were gone!
"Shit!" she shouted.
The door opened and a large, muscular man dressed like a lawyer rushed in, a gun in hand.
"Miss Ohma, is everything all right?" he asked after scanning the room and peering through the open doors.
"No," Sookie wailed. "I just got my scripts stolen!"
"The gentleman who left this morning?" her guard asked. She nodded. "I'm so sorry, Miss Ohma. I would have stopped him if I knew."
"No, you did fine," Sookie said as her eyes filled with frustrated tears. "You're used to men heading out in the morning. Usually they do it after I wake up and we can get another good fuck in, but still... You didn't do anything wrong."
"He left a note," the guard said. "I saw it taped to the inside of the door." Sookie looked over and saw a folded piece of paper taped there. She stalked over and ripped it down, sniffling angrily and wiping at her eyes to read it.

 Dear Sookie, Last night was probably the best night I've had in my life. It's certainly the best night I can remember. If you ever want to do it again, just let me know. I left you a card by the coffee machine, and there's a full pot for you, as well. If you don't ever want to see me again, well, I guess I understand. I'm sorry to have left the way I did, but I'm a man of my word, and my client was willing to pay a lot of money for that script. I hope this doesn't hurt you too much. For what it's worth, I'm sorry if I upset you. Wishing you all the best, Eric 

Sookie crumbled up the paper and angrily threw it across the room.
"Motherfucker!" she shouted. The guard winced, but said nothing.
"He scammed me," Sookie said. "Got a nice new suit out of me, seduced me with that redwood growing between his legs and then ran off with my fucking scripts!"
She let her claws form and dug them into her thighs, carving bloody furrows that healed almost as fast as she made them. The guard started and rushed over.
"Ma'am, please," he said. "I'm not supposed to let you hurt yourself."
Sookie let him pull her hands up to her chest. She leaned into him for a moment. "You're married, aren't you?" she said.
"Uh, no," he said. Sookie turned her head to regard him. She didn't recognize him. "What's your name?"
"Devin, Ma'am," he said. "Devin Iglesias. This is my first shift on your detail."
"Who put you on this shift?"
"Uhh, Missus Williams. She said I'd enjoy this detail, and I agreed. I'm a huge fan of your show, Miss Ohma."
"Are you gay?" Sookie asked. Devin blinked. "Uh, no, Ma'am."
Sookie smiled. "I need you to do two things," she said.
"The second, and most important thing, I need you to call the office and ask for any information they have on a private investigator named Eric Stephens who works out of LA."
Devin nodded. "Yes, ma'am. And the first thing?"
Sookie smiled wider. "I need you to find out the real reason why Inanna thought you'd enjoy this posting."

Salut! Acum sunt clasa a 11a(18M) si recent, o colega din generala care n-a aratat interes pt mine niciodata mi-a dat mesaj...sa iesim, sa nu stiu ce. Am iesit de 2 ori, si am observat ca nu e genul meu asa ca nu i-am mai dat mesaj iei, doar ea mie dar doar pentru cateva zile pt ca a vazut lipsa de interes si si-a dat seama. Dar azi(peste vreo 3 saptamani ) din neant, ma trezesc cu un apel de la un numar(dormeam si aveam telefonul pe silentios) pe la ora 18, si dupa mesaje pe insta si pe mesagerie. Cand m-am trezit, am sunat-o repede crezand ca poate a patit ceva(mi-a dat mesaj pe mesagerie si a zis ca ea e, nu aveam numarul ei si nici nu ma uitasem pe insta), dar ea m-a intrebat daca nu vreau sa iesim. Am zis ca de abia m-am trezit (cu vreo 30s inainte) si ca nu pot. Fiind de abia trezit nu prea stiam ce se intampla si mai ziceam chestii de umplutura cand se facea liniste, ca de exemplu "Da...na..", la care ea face "dar ce??". am ramas putin confuz de comportamemtul ei, mai ales ca mi-am schimbat numarul pe care-l aveam in generala, prima oara in clasa.9a si dupa in clasa 11a,la inceput. Are o prietena in clasa cu mine si cred ca de la ea a cerut numarul, dar oare de ce nu de la mine? Anyway, acum chiar n-am chef de nimic cu ea, mi se pare putin dubioasa, dar nu vreau sa o ignor sau chestii din astea nepoliticoase. Nici nu vreau sa sar direct la concluzie si sa cred ca vrea relatie pe cand ea poate vrea un simplu prieten si sa-i zic ca nu-s de acord sa iesim etc pt ca nu vreau relatie, dupa ma cam fac de ras si nu vreau asta. Acum sper doar sa nu ma mai contacteze, dar daca o face eu ce ar trebui sa fac?? Am nevoie de niste sfaturi de la voi, mersi!

Once I had just finished shopping and was heading to my car with the order. I go ahead and select to start delivery so I can get the address and see where I'm going as I'm walking. I get to the car only to realize I had locked my keys in the car and guess where I'm going.... A LAW FIRM hahahaha
So I immediately get AAA on the way and message the customer with a huge apology. She even offered to come to the store and meet me but once I learned the driver was only 15 min away, she said she don't mind waiting. I kept her updated on the ETA of AAA and let her know as soon as I got back into my car.
While I was waiting, I noticed potted flowers outside the store for sale and yes..I did exactly where your mind is going! I sneaked over and plucked a flower.
I made it to the law firm and handed her the 2 bags I had and said that I'm grateful that she was so understanding that sometimes bad things happen to good people. I handed her the flower and said that I hope it makes her day like she made mine. The smile when she saw it was all I needed.
I am a platinum 5 star shopper since 2019 for a reason and this had never happened. I'm just grateful the customers name wasn't "Karen" ha!
What's your story?

Once I had just finished shopping and was heading to my car with the order. I go ahead and select to start delivery so I can get the address and see where I'm going as I'm walking. I get to the car only to realize I had locked my keys in the car and guess where I'm going.... A LAW FIRM hahahaha
So I immediately get AAA on the way and message the customer with a huge apology. She even offered to come to the store and meet me but once I learned the driver was only 15 min away, she said she don't mind waiting. I kept her updated on the ETA of AAA and let her know as soon as I got back into my car.
While I was waiting, I noticed potted flowers outside the store for sale and yes..I did exactly where your mind is going! I sneaked over and plucked a flower.
I made it to the law firm and handed her the 2 bags I had and said that I'm grateful that she was so understanding that sometimes bad things happen to good people. I handed her the flower and said that I hope it makes her day like she made mine. The smile when she saw it was all I needed.
I am a platinum 5 star shopper since 2019 for a reason and this had never happened. I'm just grateful the customers name wasn't "Karen" ha!
What's your story?