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I am really sick and tired of your BS and I can't say it to your face because you get mad about it but stop attributing every good thing about Western society to Islam.
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Tolerant, vibrant and happy society:
No, this is not the Sunnah of your pedophile warlord to pass smiles to strangers or wave at them, even if they are from different cultures, religion and ethnicity. In most Islamic countries, majority oppresses the minority severely. Plus, the irreligious and non-Muslims have no way of living in Islamic countries and most of the women are bounded to their homes, to serve men. Your Islam creates a police state which can identify you and track your faith by counting and monitoring your visits to the mosque, financial contribution to the cause and throwing Salaam at you at every moment.
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Justice system and equality:
Please, STFU about Western justice system being copied from Islamic texts and practices. This is such bullshit that I can't stand it. No, the Western justice system considers everyone equally, regardless of faith, color and gender, it might not be absolutely perfect but it's way better than your Sharia driven laws and systems will ever be. You can't stand a woman judge in the court, you can't stand a non-Muslim judge in the court, you can't even get close to the impartiality other systems provide.
Everywhere Islam is strictly followed and aren't subsidized by the oil, those believers tend to value the lives of their own blood over the innocents whom are the victims, that's why such most countries rank the lowest on the indexes.
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You don't have a concept of stakeholders because Islam is a male supremacist religion. You would have committees dedicated to women issues and all the members of it would be male, except one token woman. That's not how you solve problems.
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Science and Technology:
If I see one more reel or a Tiktok about science being copied from Quran, I am gonna lose it. Most of you don't believe we left the earth and went into space or visited the moon and really shut down any discussion about science by inserting Islam or Quran in it at every moment which leaves the interlocutor vulnerable to religious violence and it's the reason you import most of technological products from other countries and suck at innovation all together and those who are good at science are mainly driven away because they are a bit irreligious and you are intolerant to every bit of display of intelligence. The second reason you suck at science because of root memorization behavior you inherited from Islam, no, science doesn't work like that, it works on understanding and creativity, mainly two things Muhammad despised the most.
I can write this about all day but I don't have time but please, stop attributing good qualities of Western civilization to Islam and ask if your systems are such perfect creations, why are you running away from them?

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Side note: I've added a password, so read carefully. If you message me WITHOUT the password, your messages are automatically IGNORED. tired of getting hit up with people who don't read 😒. It's ridiculous cause I've ignored 5+ chats cause none of them contained the password. Things are written for a reason.
Facts about me:

• I have been roleplaying since 2012. Yes, I got experience under my belt, and yes, my ideas usually have really long reads, but don't let that scare you off! After the starter is off, I may lower myself down to a decent paragraph or two, sometimes three! It all depends on what I've got to work with.
  
• My timezone is EST. I'm awake from 9am - 2am and I'm usually free unless I'm busy doing house chores, out of the house, asleep, or playing video games on my switch. I'm usually become REALLY active at or around 8pm.
  

Rules:
1: if you don't like 50/50 mixture of sex scenes and story, don't bother hopping into my inbox. I'm fine with sex scenes, but when it's constantly back to back, the roleplay itself gets boring.
2: Be literate. No one liners. I like to write..it's annoying when I send a 2-3 paragraph response and I get 3 lines...just...no. I am not accepting people who are just starting out! If you aren't experienced in writing or roleplaying, kindly stay out of my inbox.
3: Be okay with playing canon characters. I'm mainly doing fandom roleplays right now and it's going to be Canon x my oc. No, I'm not doing double ups. Do not even ask, because the answer will be no every time. I do not give a shit if you think that makes me 'lazy' or 'selfish', if you've got a problem, you can simply ignore or block me. Commenting on my post to bitch and whine about me not doubling up will only result in me blocking you. The ONLY time I'll double up, and if I'm confident enough, I'll only do female characters. I suck at males. Got a problem? Not my issue. Block and move on.
4: Roleplay in third person. I can't and won't adapt to first. Don't even bring up the idea of you playing first person and me playing third. Believe it or not, I've been asked this twice and that is just a hell no for me. The only time I do first, is when I'm writing into my book.
5: if you don't know how to share ideas, then don't bother messaging me. I'm tired of carrying the story when the other person doesn't help. If you've got ideas, then PLEASE speak up! Your opinion on the roleplay matters too! I'm an easy going person, and easy to get along with (dispite my rules).
6: DO NOT control my character. I control what she says, does, hears, sees, ect. I don't control yours, so don't control mine. HOWEVER, if it's highly necessary and needed, then run it by me first and ask me. Just leave me some wiggle room so I can make a decent response. Failure to comply by this rule, results in immediate drop of the rp.
End Note:
Yes, I've updated my rules just a tad. I do not care if it makes me sound mean or rude, because I'm neither of these things. I'm just tired of putting these rules down for a specific reason and they go ignored because I can tell when someone hasn't read them, and lied about it. I'm just trying to get my point across and roleplay. I'm a very easy going person who loves to make friends on the side (which I've somewhat given up on making friends...only a selective few have actually gained my friendship).
Do not hop into my inbox with a simple 'hey' 'hi' 'sup', etc and for God's sake, don't message me with a 'rp?'and proceed me to flash me with your talliwhacker. I promise you, you'll get your feelings hurt and I'll be here laughing at ya 😂. Nobody wants a peen on their screen. Do not send me an image of your one eyed noodle. Thank you. The password is pineapple.
Fandoms & Pairings
Deadpool (Wade x my oc)
The Adam's family
Pokemon ((MAYBE. Don't be nasty about it either!))
Bridgerton (or something like it. Can be Oc x Oc)
Disney Decedent's (or anything Disney) (oc x oc)
Orange is the new black (this can be oc x oc).
Criminal Minds (REALLY wanna do)
Marvel:
Loki x my oc
Spiderman (Tom Holland) x my oc
Dog The Bounty Hunter (REALLY wanna do):
Dog Chapman x my oc
The walking dead (REALLY wanna do!!):
Daryl X my oc
Batman x my oc
Lucifer (Netflix show series) x my oc (really wanna do)
The Originals: Klaus x my oc (PLEASE !! I REALLY wanna do this one!)
American Horror Story: Tate x my oc (REALLY wanna do)
Dragon Ball Z - Super (vegeta x my oc) (really wanna do)
Naruto: Minato x my oc
Harry Potter (thanks to the wonderful world of rp, the characters will be 18 or older. For me, I'd like it if it was Draco x my oc. REALLY wanna do)
Game Of Thrones (I'm still very early in the show, but I think we could think of something!)
Once Upon A Time:
killian x my oc, REALLY wanna do 🥺.
Avatar the last Airbender:
Zuko x my oc
Twilight:
Jacob x my oc
(Course, our version will be alot better than the movies).
If any of these interests you, message me!
End note part 2:
Congratulations! You've made it to the end. Still interested? You've got the password. Message me and let's get started 😁.

I don't play high. Well, I typically don't play high. I mean, high power. I don't mean high. I don't touch the stuff. I like to think myself as a casual player, but my mindset is not casual. It's always trying to think like Jericho Swain, which is definitely a character flaw and I've been trying to work on it. I take too much time between my thought processes and so my turns are noticeably longer than others. Thankfully, my playgroup is gracious about it and doesn't hound me too much. That being said...
I don't typically play high. I have a few high decks because sometimes I can't find games within my realm of jank or casual style and I really just want to sling some good ye ol cardboard. Sometimes you have to give to get. And so brings me to high games and what I can only describe as "winner's remorse." For example, I get all hyped up for a high power game. Much is expected, much anticipated. I'm talking slamming rocks on rocks on rocks, value being created, plays being made, good times being had. Nah. A lot of these games, with these players playing high power decks... these games don't feel high, and winning them doesn't do a thing for me unless like, I gotta go eat dinner and the game needs to end. Good to finish the game instead of concede at that point.
I play mids and I play jank because it keeps me unpredictable, and the data players scan in their heads as they read decks and try to make sense of what they're seeing, cultivating an idea of what's about to happen - it's never what my decks do. I like to go against the grain. That isn't to say I hate staples or that I hate high power cards and that I never go with the flow or that I avoid *all* the low-hanging-fruit type strategies and singles, but I to tend to TRY to avoid certain say, uninteresting cards that basically win the game by themselves, or have the potential to create such value with little to no effort. I'm talking like, Entomb Exhume Consecrated Sphinx. Meh. Okay GG. Uninteresting. Actually that card is such a removal magnet it's not worth a slot at all in my opinion. If you want 6 cards across 3 turns at sorcery speed, there are other ways to get there without becoming the target of the entire table.
So anyway I built this Naya list with Elmar and Othelm because I enjoy Naya and I enjoy graveyard strats. Well that deck eventually had to evolve into what you all know as Rocco. It's just a combo deck now. I know Rocco tends to just go off, but I feel like the Friends Forever mechanic offers more options in this scenario, so I keep these two together. My combos involve Othelm and Elmar helps me ramp and draw if need be. They're both 3 cmc, so they also do the Felidar lines with Vivien. I keep winning with this deck, in spite of everything going on. It'll combo in some way or another and I'll feel bad for it because it's never lost a game. I'm sure someone can just decide "You know what, this game, you can't win." And then oust me and make sure nothing relevant happens. It can happen, and I'm very surprised it has yet to. My last game I did absolutely diddly. I kept a 6 land hand and a ramp spell cuz I figured it can only go up from there. It did. I topdecked a Vivien, both commanders out, and nobody responded, and so I stole the game easy-peazy. This is not what I want out of high power games. Oh a thing happens? No response? GG. Was it a good game though, or just a slow game for all where I got lucky the other guy was tapped out? It's games like this which cause me to be never lfg high. Is there a cure, or do I just naturally hate competitive cards and outcomes? I feel like my moxfield is full of "wtf" moments like, you look at a list and be like "why tho."
Please, no low effort responses. I'm seeking council here.

i always thought of things i’d do when i commit suicide, but had never really written them out; kinda just kept them in the back of my head. however, i’ve been writing suicide notes for about a year. i can say it’s finally time where it feels like my life is concluding, and i’m able to fully plan out my suicide. i’ve written down possible attempts, ways to withdraw myself, things to give away, things to sell, and to let people know i love them. if anyone has anything else for me to put in that’d help a lot. i’m still indecisive on the method but i’m fixed between multiple. getting hit by a car is an option, but it would cause a lot of trauma for my family (a close family member has died that way). inert gas asphyxiation, hanging, jumping off a tall building, and finding someone to kill me. if things get even the slightest bit worse i’m going to follow through with it.

Preface with I’ve (30F) already been to the ER, seen a Gynecologist, an OB and a Reproductive medicine specialist. (In SLC Utah, if that matters)
Been having pain so bad it causes me to black out it’s a 10/10 pain for me. Tried Tylenol, which did nothing and Oxycodone, which took my pain down to maybe a 8/9. The pain started 11 days ago and I have 4-6 spells a day. I’m going mad.
I’m currently 6 weeks pregnant and have had 4 ultrasounds and each one is progressing as expected. HCG levels are rising as they should. Each doctor has stated my pregnancy looks great. They just tell me there’s not much they can do about my pain and send me on my way.
I know something is wrong, it doesn’t feel right. I feel like my insides are being shredded open. I’m not sure what to do next, how do I get someone to help me. No one wants to touch me because I’m pregnant.
Please help, I can’t do this much longer.

Ever since I (23F) can remember my heart rate has been fast, avg. always above 100, but I’ve always been fairly active (always did a sport each season). I hated running cause every time I did I felt like something heavy was on my chest and it only got worse as I got older. I went to the cardiologist a few years back, did a bunch of tests (MRI EKG etc etc) and they said nothing is wrong. My primary care doctor said my heart rate was fine cause it would only be elevated for a bit and wrote it off as white coat syndrome. This year I got an Apple Watch, went back to my (new) primary care doctor, showed them the trends of my heart rate being high (thankfully my heart was going crazy and my resting was 130 that week), and they referred me to a new cardiologist. I tell them my history/trends and they start me on a low dose of beta blockers. After a bit of trial I land on a higher dose and I’ve seen such a huge improvement in my heart rate. The average resting rate has dropped from 105 to 66. I’m able to work out harder for longer and running doesn’t make me want to die as much. My cardio fitness, sleep, and anxiety have all improved since starting the beta blockers as well. I mean recently i hiked a mountain and I never thought I’d be able to do that physically. I’m just so happy with the improvement I’m seeing. I know my heart rate now is so much more sustainable.

Slightly longer one here, I think I like them this length. Anyway, as always, thanks for reading! :)
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“I am unsure Miss,” Ton'et's central body turned somewhat and look of deep thought came over them, “wait… we’ve established that these three are not party with these Tinsne. They are wearing habsuits and have died more recently. At this time we have two questions. One, Where did these three come from? And two, What was that disturbance?” They looked at Penelope.
“…I’m not sure I’m following.”
“I’m suggesting that these two questions may have the same answer. The sound and jostling correspond with an airlock alignment and clamping sequence. I believe we have been just boarded by whoever sent these three here.”
“… Shit.”
“An apt Terran expletive.”
Ton’et noticed the human’s eyes tarry on the weapons crates but was surprised when she instead stood and moved to the doorway.
“Can’t do anything from here. Follow behind me and we`ll see what we’re dealing with. If something happens just hide and stay down.” Penelope let out a hollow chuckle.
“An expression of amusement? Why?” Ton’et asked as they moved to the airlock.
“Well, you wanted firsthand data on human biology, right? It looks like you’re gonna get it.” she said, moving to the door.
“I see… not quite what I had in mind Miss…”
Penelope gave Ton’et a wry smile as she waited for them to take a position behind the lip of the door. Pressing the button, the doors slid opened quickly but no one waited for them in the airlock itself and the doors to the Blue Nebula wouldn’t unlock until the outer door was closed. As such, the two moved in and again took up positions. Penelope at the door and Ton’et behind cover.
This time Penelope waited. Moving the side of her head up against the door and pausing for a moment. She then repeated the odd action lower on the door.
“What are you doing Miss Penelope?” Ton’et asked.
Penelope tapped the fleshy protrusions on her head, “Listening. There’s something mechanical on the other side of the door.”
“How can you… questions for later. It’s most likely a frame. There’s nowhere near enough folks turning to piracy to fill a crew so its not uncommon to see them using mechanical assistants.”
“Great…”
Really? Robots?
A focus came over the human as she motioned for Ton’et to stay down. It almost scared them how her face changed expression. There was no smile anymore, and the eyes took on a deadly seriousness. They shuddered to think of themselves on the receiving end of this aura.
Having noted her companion’s hidden position Penelope took a deep breath and opened the door.
In an instant, it slid open and her target was in front of her. A machine about half her height with three leg-like appendages supporting a round body and atop that a cylindrical shaped head. A lens was looking down the hall to the cargo bay before it quickly refocused on the large creature surging forward from the airlock. A small laser weapon deployed from body but it had no time to fire as Penelope’s left hand gripped its head, lifted it into the air, and slammed it into the opposite wall.
Penelope had apparently used enough force to crush the thing’s head entirely as its body detached and fell to the floor. The shattered head only remained due to Penelope’s grip.
Oh… well then, that was…
“Huh… I honestly thought that it would be a bit more durable.” She said as she looked at the crushed cylinder in her hand and then let it drop to the ground.
After a brief moment of shock Ton’et produced their datapad and began taking notes. Penelope noted that the rest of the corridor was clear and began making her way to the bridge.
“Bridge first, hopefully we can get a good idea of what we’re up against… and where everyone is.”
Ton’et made a gesture mimicking a nod and followed at a distance.
Reaching the turn in the corridor, Penelope peeked around the corner and saw that the bridge doors were wide open. It wasn’t a great angle, but she could see one frame of similar design past the open doors. Holding out a hand she motioned for Ton’et to stay put.
Ton’et was again surprised and made note of the near silence with which Penelope dropped low to the ground and made her way to the open bridge door. What was one frame from the angle of the corner revealed itself to be two frames and an alien in a familiar style habsuit.
Penelope was used to perfectly controlling her movements in regular gravity and with the ship operating on half that norm it was almost nothing to move with speed and silence. She moved past the first frame she’d seen which was evaluating the security console. Making sure not to alert that frame she moved up behind the alien and the frame it stood next to. They were apparently attempting to slice the console attached to Captain Deag’s chair. This task seemingly so engrossing that neither noticed Penelope taking a position directly behind them.
In a flash of motion she grabbed the alien by its habsuit with her left hand and the frame by its head with her right. In one fell motion she crushed the frame and whipped its body across the bridge into the second frame destroying them both. She turned the aliens face towards the pile of frame parts and then back to her.
“Call for help and I promise you, that habsuit wont even slow me down. Understand?” she said with a deathly growl, staring into its eye.
It began to shake in the suit and uttered a single wilting, “…yes.”
“Good. Now, you’re gonna answer some questions for me.”
Ton’et barely watched where they were walking as they moved onto the bridge. Tapping away at the data pad and muttering to themselves.
“Inquire about limits of superb strength. Inquire about ability to move silently despite size. Inquire about ability to launch objects at speed and with accuracy.” They continued as they moved into a corner and sat down.
The alien in Penelope’s grip noticed Ton’et but did nothing but shake in fear and wait for the questions.
“First. How many of you are there?” Her tone was cool and controlled.
“Five total now, thing on other ship got Mol, Vardin, and Eiggia. More frames. Me here, three others should be in cargo bay with your people, frames too. One left on our ship. Please don’t kill me.”
“Cooperate and I won’t harm a hair on your…” she noticed it was seemingly hairless, “Look, talk and you’ll be fine. Deal?”
It made a gesture that Penelope assumed was equivalent to a nod.
“Excellent. How many frames? And is everyone using energy weapons?”
“Ehrm, seven frames and…” It seemed to be confused about the second question, “energy weapons… yes? I am the only one not armed.”
“Last question. You have a means of communicating with your friends?”
The alien’s eye tarried to a belt on its suit. Hooked on it was a small round device.
“This?” Penelope grabbed the thing and held it up.
“Yes. Touch screen, speak.” It offered.
“No need.” She responded as she crushed it in her grip and let the pieces fall to the ground.
The alien made a kind of buzzing noise as it looked down at the crushed commlink.
“Now,” Penelope continued as she moved to a corner of the bridge, “you’re going to sit in this corner and do absolutely nothing because you know that if you try anything there is nowhere you can run that I cannot get to you, yes?”
It enthusiastically made its equivalent of a nod once again. Satisfied, Penelope set them down and turned to her security console. She readjusted its height to suit her and pulled up the corridor cameras and the cargo bay camera. What the little alien had said was true. The corridors were clear. There were three individuals with laser rifles and four more frames in the cargo bay. They’d gathered the crew back by the large bay door and were looking over the cargo.
“Ton’et, stay here and keep an eye on this one…,” she evaluated the situation, “and come over here. I think I have an idea you’ll like.
“Of course Ma’am.”
After explaining her little plan Penelope left Ton’et with the alien who, true to their word, made absolutely no movements save a little shaking. She made her way down the other corridor from the one they’d come through and overrode the locking mechanism on its airlock, ensuring no one would be joining the party… or leaving too early. Next, she went not to the door that led to the cargo bay but the engine room and its many maintenance tunnels.
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Gareth had just met up with Deag and had begun to explain the situation when the pirate ship sent a warning signal and began boarding them. Docked as they were, there wasn’t much to be done to stop the vessel. They were quickly corralled together with the rest of the crew at the back of the cargo bay.
“Now I’m not sure if this is your first time but we’re not barbarians. Well take what we want, and you’ll be on your way. No harm done. Simple as that.” The leader explained to them. He was a sort of bright yellow and red insectoid, though it was hard to tell under the habsuit. He was just a hair taller than Gareth and sported bug-like wings from his back that the suit accounted for.
Gareth wanted nothing more than to yell, “I told you so!” but he would never admonish the captain in front of the crew. Besides, he had more pressing matters to think about. Like how to handle the fact that Penelope was currently on board the derelict ship seemingly with no idea they’d been boarded by pirates. He wasn’t sure what to do and couldn’t exactly discuss it with the captain lest their captors hear them. The captain was no doubt in the same position as he looked to Gareth. Unfortunately, neither of them were telepathic.
He could attempt to scare the pirates by telling them about Penelope but then they might be able to disengage the airlock and trap her and Ton’et on the other ship. That would not do at all, and they’d probably think he was just bluffing until they sliced the ships’ computers and saw proof of her identity. That said he was fairly sure that none of these pirates were fond of violence. Most just used the threat of it to get valuables and leave. It was mostly a calm affair compared to what he knew of ancient human piracy. He decided the best thing to do was just talk but not mention Penelope. He was good at talking and a better sense of these pirates would serve well.
“So, what happened exactly. I’m curious. We found three wearing similar habsuits to yours on that ship.”
“A question for a question. I answer that one and then ask one of my own. Fair?” the leader’s wings buzzed.
Gareth looked to Deag who just nodded, “Fine.”
“We found that ship not long before you, knew it was just us in the system so we checked it out. Sent the three over and then… nothing. Dead coms, life signs gone. Weren’t about to just give up on it and it presented us with an opportunity. We wait for another to check it out and either they go the same way as ours did in there and we loot their ship, or they figure out whatever happened for us and we take everything.”
“Ahh, so a trap. Just not one set by you.”
“I suppose. But now my question. You are alive so you managed to survive whatever was on the ship. What was it? What killed my people?”
Before he could respond, though, a familiar voice came over the ship’s intercom.
Ton’et!?
“Hello pirates. This is… um well I suppose my name doesn’t really matter… well I’m here to give you a threat? Message? Kind of a request too to be honest. All three, yes… Anyway. Put down your weapons and surrender to the captain. That would be Captain Deag… The Corvul… oh gosh I’m really no good at this. Uhm, just surrender or else you’ll regret it cause our security officer Penelope is going to… do something that I’m of course not going to reveal to you. But its… bad, so you should really surrender. Ton’et out.” The intercom cut out abruptly.
“…What?” The pirate leader looked more confused than anything.
“They’re a scientist, not an orator. But you really should consider surrender because if Ton’et is on the bridge then Penelope must already be on her way here. You see what we found was an anti-personnel turret. A human weapons platform. We were able to deactivate it thanks to our new security officer. A human who, if I had to guess, is about to burst through one of those doors.”
The pirate leader wheeled around and aimed his rifle at one of the doors.
“Cover the doors!” he yelled.
The other two aliens and the four frames took aim at the two points of entry. The high pitched whine of charging laser weapons sounded from all of them.
“Keep aim. We know where its coming from and no personal shield could hold up under all our fire.”
They held but nothing happened. Gareth broke the silence.
“You know captain. There’s another human phrase I think you’d like. I think even a human would call you bat shit crazy sometimes. You know you really should look up some of those terms. Having Penelope hanging around.”
“I suppose I should?” Deag responded with a quizzical look.
“Silence you two!” the pirate said without averting his gaze from the doors.
“You really aught to LOOK them UP captain…” he repeated emphasizing the two words.
The captain suddenly understood what Gareth was trying to tell him and, as covertly as possible, glanced up to the ceiling of the cargo bay. Immediately his eyes shot back down as he witnessed perhaps the most terrifying sight of his life.
Even in the greys of his vision he could see, hanging from the crane attached to the tall ceiling of the cargo bay, their security officer. Penelope had apparently accessed one of the maintenance tunnels that Thwilll most often used and followed it to a hatch that let out in the ceiling. She had then, silently, swung her way across the support structure to the crane system that was used to move especially heavy cargo. Now, she hung from it with one arm as she gazed down at the unsuspecting pirates. All of whom were still solely focused on the doors.
“So that’s a no to the surrender?” Deag asked.
“Silence!” the bug yelled.
The final part of Penelope’s plan became apparent when everyone in the cargo bay was suddenly forced down into the floor. The bay’s gravity had just been jacked up to its maximum.
“AGH!” one of the pirates yelled as they were completely pinned to the ground.
A similar sound came from many as they all struggled against the force. The leader and the other alien managed to stay vertical but were clearly struggling to move. Even the frames struggled somewhat, clearly not built by a species that worked under such gravity.
Deag looked up with disbelief to see Penelope seemingly unaffected, still holding on to the crane with a single hand. She evaluated the situation for only a moment before simply letting go. Her massive form careened downward, taken quickly by gravity.
SLAM!
The resounding sound came as she landed on the floor. Her legs bent as they absorbed the impact. Rising to her full height she moved with incredible speed. Her hands shot out and grasped the two frames she’d landed between. With a twist of her torso and extension of her arms, she threw them into opposite walls. Still working off the shock, Penelope managed to surge forward and crush another frame under her foot. Its shell shattered as she put her full weight atop it.
Finally, the shock seemed to wear off and the pirates began to react. They moved sluggishly, though, their rifles more than doubling in weight. The leader attempted to take flight, but his wings did little more than buzz incessantly, not even lifting him from the ground. Penelope, however, moved with ease. Gareth could almost see relief in her eyes as she enjoyed the time under earth-like gravity. She dispatched the final frame without much of a show, simply reaching down and crushing its cylindrical head in her hand.
The leader gave up trying to take flight and the only other pirate not pinned to the ground managed to levy their rifle at Penelope who made no attempt to avoid it or take cover. The hot beam shot out and struck her center mass. Elation and then terror came over them as they celebrated striking the human only to see the sustained beam was having little effect. Penelope held its gaze as she calmly waltzed forward, ripped the rifle from the aliens’ hand, and snapped it in half over her knee. Tossing the two pieces to the ground she just palmed the alien’s face and sent them to join their broken toy.
With that she turned to the leader to see something that changed her demeanor entirely. The leader had aimed his rifle, but not at her. Instead, the emitter was pointed at Captain Deag. A storm came over her face.
“Stop, or he dies…” the leader warned.
“Now, now. We were playing by a certain set of rules, and I was happy to do so. You left them out of it, and I didn’t kill any of you. That was fine by me. But you’re about to change those rules,” her hand slowly lowered to the pistol that had remained unused at her side, “and I will play by them.”
“You’d risk his life to take mine?” the bug asked.
“Nope. Charge time on those rifles seems to be just over a second. That plus your piss poor reaction time and I’m fairly certain I could get off two, maybe three, shots before you fire. That’s one to disarm you, one to put you down, and one more just to be sure.”
The bug found only cold certainty in Penelope’s eyes as he tried to discern whether she was lying or not. He struggled to keep the weapon steady.
The rest of the bay was silent.
“You’re bluffing.” He said but wilted under her intense gaze.
“The question isn’t whether or not I’m bluffing. The real question is whether or not you’re willing to bet your life on that gamble. I wouldn’t.”
He felt so small under her gaze. His instincts screamed at him that this was no creature to trifle with. Those eyes burned into him and yet he felt nothing but a freezing sensation in his gut.
Don’t do it.
The rifle dropped to the ground with a thud.
Good choice.
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Two weeks ago, an ear infection caused my eardrum to burst. I briefly tried to use the CPAP that first night and it was an awful experience — I could feel the pressure pushing air all the way through the perforation, making all manner of bizarre squelching and static noises. It was truly one of the most uncomfortable and painful experiences of my life.
Given what happened, the ENT cautioned that I hold off on CPAP use for a while, until the eardrum has healed enough to prevent air from escaping again.
As of last checkup, I still have a small pinhole perforation and a lot of discharge, so it seems like a bad idea to resume. But I’m struggling — being without the CPAP for so long has definitely left me feeling tired again. I have diagnosed severe apnea so am very eager to resume.
I’m curious if others have had this issue & how long you had to wait to pick back up again. I’m supposed to see the ENT next week, so am hoping she gives the go-ahead then.

(me: 26 nonbinary, them: 24f, talking+ since february)
first off, I wanna apologize to all of you who are dating geminis. we're.. not easy. lol. we are fun though.
this is a bit of a long read but I'd really love advice and thoughts. as much of it as I can get. it'll help me decide what I want to do.
so I'm having an issue deciding what to do regarding a situationship I'm in. (I call it that cause we're not together but we hang out n kiss n talk and stuff) she is really cool and extremely sweet and is basically everything that I need in order to heal from past relationship trauma. from giving me regular attention to giving me space to willingness to move slowly and openness to polyamory, she's truly fantastic.
but.
i.. there's something about her that I am having trouble getting past. idk if it's something with her physical appearance, just the connection isn't right, or if it isn't something about her and it's just me and my messy brain.
it could be physical appearance. I don't think it's only that but it could be. they're not someone I'd normally drool over but I have a habit of building relationships with people that I don't like something about their appearance and eventually I love that about them. didn't like curly hair, obsessed with it now(turns out I now have curly hair too lol). didn't like septum piercings. one of my favorites now. etc. basically physical appearance isn't everything to me but it will get me excited real quick.
the connection could be it but idk? I have fun with her. she makes me feel good about myself. we vibe. but her connection can sometimes feel overwhelming? like a group hug when you start to feel claustrophobic. and I don't feel the spark to become obsessed. idk if that's cause I've snuffed it out. I definitely like her as a friend. she's great at kissing and other stuff that we've done but I feel like I'm on autopilot during it more than an actual desire to be doing said things. also it should be noted that I'd probably sleep with any of my friends if they wanted to but I won't make that move or tell them cause boundaries(im a huge lover and enjoy making people feel good so.. yeah).
the most likely reason though, is that it's got to do with my messy brain. I've been through many emotionally abusive relationships stemming from childhood. insert it was a gift from my mother tiktok audio every time I get attached to someone it seems that they leave or just plain use me. I've spent a LOT of time alone reflecting and working through trauma to get to the point where I could feel comfortable exploring relationships again but only some relationship trauma can be healed via a good one I've learned. so maybe some part of my subconscious is trying to protect me? a part of me always holds adoration for all of my exes. I've learned to accept it. and it's never gotten in the way of me being a good partner before. I just love deeply. and I'm also currently focused on myself and building the life of my dreams. I'm transitioning mtf and going back to college in the fall and have a big life plan that I'm excited about. so there's a lot on my mind at all times. and I AM scared. of becoming obsessed and trampling all I've been working on just to make someone else happy. I don't want to do that. I want to give of a cup that's overflowing and full. not pour into someone from a leaking cup.i used to be obsessive about my partner and just want to give give give but I wouldn't get much in return and it was draining. I do like the feeling of "this is the one" though. even though at this point I've given up the search for "the one" and focus more on needs and care and just what life gives me. I do want to eventually be with someone who I CAN obsess over cause they're obsessed with me cause that feeling lights a fire in me and I become so energized and them being obsessed in turn keeps us both motivated and we become a force to be reckoned with. also, I'm unsure if what I've felt before was attraction in the form of "I want you", "I want to be you", or both.
however you slice it, the emotions I'm feeling about this person aren't as intense as I'd expect them to be and I feel guilty cause it seems that they're willing to bend over backwards for me out of care and adoration. it could change though so I'm leaning into "I need to move slow" cause I honestly do, and she's been a blessing to my currently rapidly changing self. it's to the point where she makes an effort to spend time with me and I have to ponder whether I want to or not cause idk if I'm being fair to her.
I do show affection and maintain communication and am open about things I'm feeling about life and such and overall I'm mainly treating this as a connected friendship with some light varied intimacy. I don't just do the bare minimum. tbh I might even be more attentive in this state than other partners in their "caring" state.
and to answer the question: "what if you lost her?" I'd be sad. I'd be lonely. I'd miss her. but I've lost SO MUCH in my life that it wouldn't phase me much. I've learned to love and respect and when someone's gone, they didn't feel like I was worth the time anymore and I don't care to put effort into those kinds of people. it's better spent elsewhere.
so I've thought a lot about it. this is new ish. we only started talking in February. but usually I'm obsessed with them by now and can't get enough of them. sometimes I lean into "I should ask to just be friends" but then I'm like "but we're currently basically that and I wouldn't want anything to change really". other times I lean into "I should just give it a shot and put more energy into them" but then I think "I don't want to ruin a friendship and idk if I even have the energy to maintain something like that if I don't become low-key obsessed with them".
should I give it more time? I'm leaning that direction. she doesn't seem upset with my current behavior. should I just friendzone it all? the benefit of that would be not feeling guilty anymore. should I just jump into deep waters and hope I can swim? it could be amazing and summer could foster a truly deep connection with her. should I do something else? maybe I'm not seeing another route available to me that would be better.
I just wanna feel like I'm doing the right thing and stop feeling guilty. I don't like feeling like I'm "stringing her along". every person I date at this point is an option to me cause I'm all I need. it doesn't mean I don't care. at what level I connect though depends on how I feel romantically.
tldr: I'm not obsessed with this person I'm seeing even though they're great for me. idk if it's an issue with me or my attraction to them. idk if I want to be obsessed. do I give it time?

the true context was he was purposefully and malignantly referring to a trans person by the wrong pronouns and was tryna push his religion like. tf do you expect you’re LITERALLY being an asshole for the sake of being an asshole referring to the trans person as something other than “girls” or “she” is LITERALLY ONE SYLLABLE you don’t even have to agree just fucking do it if your job is on the line
wish these ppl would understand that societal changes are happening. history repeats itself and the shortest way i can say it is it was never about water fountains and it’s not about bathrooms now. it’s the same people but they’ve shifted the scapegoat and it is SO frustrating to see these people understand that racism is “wrong” and “bad” even though they prolly don’t see us on the same level as them but history IS repeating itself and now it’s lgbt ppl rather than black people
and don’t get me wrong at ALL i think racism is on the same level as lgbt hate tbh but specifically cause there are more racial minorities than lgbt ppl(even though i personally refer to lgbt ppl as minorities cause. they literally are a minority) so while racist remarks and sentiments are more potent(see the kkk) but i feel like lgbt ppl are more unaccepted in more of a blanket sense like. more people don’t understand it cause being a racial minority is very obviously not a choice but lgbt ppl don’t have something to show like brown skin to say it isn’t a choice
and even if it was it doesn’t fucking matter let people do what they want it literally doesn’t affect you
ugh

My dog Lady won’t stop attacking Pepper. In their relationship Pepper is definitely the submissive or the beta, and Lady is the Dominant or the alpha. Lady’s not just like wrestling with her, she bites into her and thrashes her head around, usually leaving pepper badly cut and Bleeding. 90% of the time lady is such a sweet dog, but then she gets crazy and rips pepper up. And now anytime we accidentally expose them to each other (one of them comes inside with the other) she tears her up bad. We’re not ruling out getting rid of her, but we want a less drastic option to try first. Pepper is just a little lighter but just bows to lady when she starts the attack. If we’re calm and just walk over to them you can pull them apart if your fast, but you need to be calm cause if you make noise or rush, that’ll trigger her

Is this caused by boring beetles? Is it a sign of oak wily developing? Please can anyone give any advice prevent the loss of my Chinkapin Oak.

In early-January, I received a composite filling in one of my bottom molars (30) after having to sit through Christmas with mild toothache. Life was good for a couple of weeks until the pain returned. A root canal was required and I had to sit and wait until mid-April for the appointment – I was popping painkillers for fun until then.
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The root canal treatment was fine. Again, life was good for a couple of weeks until the pain returned, only this time a different kind of pain. The tooth doesn't hurt – sometimes it's a little sensitive – but the surrounding teeth, namely 24 to 29 and 31, all ache sometimes, while the gum underneath feels full and numb. I can eat on that side with minor discomfort at most. I also believe sinusitis is coming and going because my face hurts, my chin feels sensitive and slightly swollen, and my jaw and ear ache. The dentist prescribed antibiotics for this and I felt good for a few weeks, only for these symptoms to gradually return again.
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I've seen two dentists regarding this. They checked it out, took x-rays, and both believe there's no infection. One adjusted the filling and it felt good until the past few days. But it's all back now: the (suspected) sinusitis, the jaw ache, the sensitive chin, the feeling of fullness in the gum (no swelling), a slight tingling when I touch the treated tooth with my tongue.
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It's been 6 months and I just want to get on with my life, and to not think/worry about toothache all day. Do I wait it out since they suspect it's sinusitis (bit convenient I get that weeks after RCT, right?), or do I ask them to do the inevitable: either another RCT or an extraction?

Me (21,M) and my ex girlfriend (19,F) are attempting to get back together, we started dating again about a week ago after talking for about 2 months again, things have been going really well, my birthday just passed and she spent all week with me, the only issue we’ve been running into is when I ask her about her past, now she has made it clear she doesn’t want to talk about it, but me being the man I am and loving to hurt, I ask anyways and even though she does not want to talk about it she does, (some back story) we met in high school when she was a freshman and I was a junior, we hung out the summer between her sophomore year and my senior year, we spent almost everyday together within a friend group we had, but it didn’t work out, she actually dated a guy (my arch nemesis) in a spiteful manner to get back at me for getting a blow job from one of her friends, we still liked each other though and kept in small contact whenever we could, eventually at the beginning of 2020 when Covid happened it was my senior year and school and all got cancelled, being away from everyone we reconnected and and started talking for months before starting to date in may of 2020, we dated for a little while and we had our ups and downs, she was 16 I was 18 she was still kid and I was trying to grow up, eventually near the end of February of 2021 we decided to take a week break and I decided at the end I wasn’t going to get back with her, we split off and as the memes go I was ok at first and she wasn’t, but the script quickly flipped and I found myself in a world of pain while she had taken her time and gotten over things, she informed me that she had sex with 2 of the guys I “shouldn’t be worried about” who ultimately caused our breakup in the first place, this was within the first 2 months of us breaking up, I had already had fun of my own but it wasn’t with anyone who interfered with our relationship, so this news made me very upset, we had nasty words with each other and went out separate ways, again we had light contact and saw each other a few times throughout the last 2 years occasionally hooking up but not discussing anything in our personal lives, she graduated summer 2022 and went off to college about 2 hours away, while I stayed in our home town working, about 5 months ago we really stared talking again and realized we missed each other at the end of April I went up to her college to see her and we had a great time, it’s now June 2023 and we are dating again, she has slowly revealed things she had done in our 2 years apart, and every once in a while I pry at her and get more info on all the guys she slept with and how many times and when , all this information hurts me but I can’t help myself, although it is in a way helping me get over it, but she hates it when I bring stuff up and ask her about it, but I just can’t help myself, this is causing a strain on my relationship but I don’t think I can stop asking until I’m fully over it and I tried to explain that to her, she slept with 11+ people in 2 years, I was originally her 3rd sexual partner, it bothers me and makes me feel insecure and I just don’t know how to move forward or how to get over it, sorry for the long explanation, just please give me some advice.

I feel bad for making a useless post to try and feel less scared and more relieved, but I’m really freaking out rn and gave into my need. I always feel very confused and am living way too much in the current moment and also way too far in a catastrophic future, I just seriously need reassurance from people who know what I’m talking about.
But to just get on with it, I(18F) highly suspect I have OCD that’s stemming from my ADHD and it’s causing every night (and days but not always days since It’s a little easier to distract myself, even if my mind is loud) to be a living nightmare. Obsessive thoughts about being completely unfixable and hopeless and doomed to be sad, scared and unsatisfied forever, which is just pure pain.
Today I had my first appointment with my new doctor (she’s the doctor that basically all my close family members go to) and it was also the first appointment where I felt genuine hope, atleast for about an hour with how scary and volatile my thoughts have been for months and months.
She was completely understanding and friendly and didn’t break boundaries, and also explained her thought process with the medication she prescribed me—something I’ve never experienced during appointments of any kind. She prescribed me Vyvanse on the lowest dose since I’ve never tried stimulants before and, instead of sending me out in the wild like my ex-psychiatrist did multiple times, explained what I might experience and what not to do. It all felt very personalized and nice, like she actually cared.
She wants bloodwork done to make sure there’s no underlying problems but she already called in the medication. I’ll be getting the bloodwork done tomorrow and picking up my Vyvanse.
I was so hopeful earlier but now my thoughts are getting to me like they always do. Literally can’t escape them unless I take an edible, which always brings me back to two years ago when I was just happy by myself and didn’t completely spiral into a 3 hour long crying for at every triggering word in my head making me think scary things every single day.
My biggest hope isn’t even fixing up just my ADHD at this point, though that’s obviously a must since things like motivation, organization, memory and discipline are impossible for me with how I am. But I’m hoping that the OCD really is stemming from the ADHD and that I’ll be able to be normal and happy once the ADHD symptoms have been dealt with.
I’m so terrified it won’t work for me though. I feel like I’m just stuck in this hell that is my mind forever and that I’ll never feel safe and happy ever again. It’s a bone-chilling existential terror that brings me a step below even hopelessness. I feel so much dread due to the hopelessness that I can’t completely fathom it.
I’m worried I won’t even be able to sleep tonight because of how tightly my brain is gripping onto this fabricated reality of pain I’ve accidentally, unknowingly put myself in somehow.
Tears don’t even feel good or relieving like they used to, it’s just hours of pain and suffering with some salty water pouring out of my eyes until I calm down enough to dread the next outburst and downward spiral.
I’m so scared that Vyvanse won’t work, just because the more I wait (been waiting for probably like 6 or 7 months now) to be treated, the more upset and hopeless I feel. The uncertainty that waiting brings is making me nauseous. Seconds feel like hours.
This all started with me wanting to be able to focus and do what I want to do and have normal working memory and all that jazz and has now left me unable to function because my own genuinely brain scares me. I overthink to the point that life is no longer enjoyable for me, it’s almost entirely unbearable.
Really sorry if this is unreadable but I can’t think straight. Anyone have any reassurance to help me appease these thoughts so I don’t cry myself to sleep tonight? Please?

Hey guys I have a question my goal is to be sysadmin I’m currently taking a ccna class cause I don’t understand networking I love azure 365 but I know I need basics before I go there I hear I need to be knowledgeable in ccna/networking before I go anywhere is this true or can I skip that and go straight into 365 Microsoft or server and etc to get sysadmin role