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I have four close friends, all of which I’ve known for over 10 years. I got extremely lucky as a child by being ‘adopted’ by a very social and outgoing extrovert while in kindergarten and we’ve been inseparable and joined at the hip ever since- we’ve been best friends for nearly 25 years. Through him, I was able to meet my two other friends in high school. My other friend was one of my caregivers as a child that I reconnected with in my late teens/early 20s who is like a second mom to me. They’re the only people that I’m 100% comfortable speaking to other than my parents.
As an adult, I’d say that I’m probably around 60% recovered from SM. I can talk to anyone, but I still feel extremely uncomfortable and awkward while talking with people who I’m not familiar with and the conversations usually very brief. Although it’s difficult, I’m able to push through and speak thanks to years of therapy and various medications. My case of SM was extremely severe and despite not being where I would like to be in my recovery journey, I’m so proud of myself for making it this far.
I moved away from my hometown to a different state a few years ago, and twice a year I come back up for a visit with my friends. I’m currently on day 3 of my visit and so far I’m having a great time, but while we were hanging out there was something that crossed my mind that I couldn’t shake off.
This is how ‘normal’ people feel while socializing with everyone- completely at ease with the conversations flowing so effortlessly and naturally. It’s so mind-blowing to me. It’s such an amazing and freeing feeling to not be trapped in my own body, not being controlled by the debilitating anxiety. It’s bittersweet.
On one hand, I’m happy that I found a group of amazing people who helped bring me out of my shell who I feel comfortable and confident around, who bring out the best in me. I’ve discovered so much about myself because of them, like finding out my true personality that the anxiety has always suppressed. I’m funny, witty, and kind hearted. My favorite compliment a friend had told me was that I’m one of the nicest people she’d ever met and how happy she was that we became friends. That meant so much to me- because of the SM I come across as rude, stuck up and uncaring. I’m so incredibly grateful that she was able to see through that.
But at the same time, finally experiencing what SM has taken from me is difficult to wrap my head around. Knowing that speaking and using your voice is so easy and natural for most people but hasn’t been for me. Spending my entire childhood and teenage years fighting like hell to utter a single word whereas it’s something that everyone else doesn’t think twice about. I spent so many years being angry about that and hating myself for it, that it wasn’t fair that I had to struggle so much when all of my other peers didn’t. Wondering why I was given this awful disorder.
It took a long time but I’ve accepted it now, it’s a part of who I am and it’s something I’ll have to battle with for the rest of my life. I’m also just a naturally quiet person and it’s nothing to be ashamed about- I’m fine just the way I am. My experience with SM has taught me one thing: that I’m a badass motherfucker by being so strong and resilient to keep fighting this beast.

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I lost my home to a natural disaster. I lived with a family member for a little while, sleeping on the floor. Eventually I had to move out and spent my days couch surfing. When I couldn't do that anymore, I had to take to living in my vehicle, which has caused some anxiety issues.
I'm homed now, in my own place. I'm still in a job that pays a not great wage, but I am self sufficient thanks to a little bit of help from the government. I'm currently working on my degree. I'll answer any questions that anybody has.

Waking up next to Stanton, our clothes were all over the floor. Blushing at last night’s activity, I checked the time. A loud scream burst from my lips, the book club was in ten minutes. Crashing to the floor, Stanton stirred awake. Panicking at the time, the floor shook as he crashed to the floor. Searching for anything to wear, he was already tugging on a black band t-shirt and ripped jeans. Fixing his hair, my hand settled on a black and white striped swing dress. Slipping my feet into my boots, he brushed my wild hair into a simple side bun. Kissing me on the forehead, he dropped a random book into my palm.
“I will hang out with the husbands to analyze their behavior. Get those hens talking about their men.” He said simply, ignoring what we did last night. “Try and drink some coffee with them. Tell them that you have a stomach sensitivity.” Focusing on the book, scarlet colored my cheeks. It was one I had written and published fifty years ago, his brows furrowing.
“You’re telling me that I have to go and sit with a bunch of women while they misinterpret what I wrote.” I groaned bitterly, wishing that he would acknowledge last night. “Whatever. At least I know the plot.” Hooking his elbow into mine, we walked across the street. The husbands welcomed him with open arms, Susie yanking me in. Pulling me into the kitchen, she slid me a cup of coffee, my stomach churning. While most vampires enjoyed it, I despised it with a burning passion. Taking a sip, the pungent taste reminded me of a bunch of pennies.
“Tell me about sleeping with him. Was it fun? My husband is so boring.” She pleaded desperately, pressing her palms together. “I also asked for you to come because you look a lot like my favorite author.” Hitting the wall, a secret shelf with every single book I wrote covered every inch of the damn space. Think of an excuse, you idiot. Stanton looked up from his own conversation outside, my lips pressing into a thin line.
“My mother wrote them.” I lied seamlessly, Susie buying into it. “She was a lovely woman.” Lie, that was a lie. My mother was a poor Irish vampire who ditched me at the ripe age of three, her next question causing me to spit my coffee out.
“When is the sound of tiny feet entering your home?” She trilled sweetly, cupping my hands. “You are the first to know that I am pregnant now. I have been trying for years. Maybe you can get pregnant soon and we can have them be best friends.” Horror hid behind my polite smile, a long squeal escaping my lips. Like hell I would go along with her sick little plan. Something felt off, my vision blurred. A purple liquid swirled on top of the coffee, my body hitting the floor. A rough darkness devoured me as coffee pooled around my head.
A yellow light swung over my head, something else feeling off. Clammy sweat drenched my skin, a fever burning my cheeks. Susie towered over me, a spike spinning in her palm. Attempting to crawl away, her heel dug into my back. Unable to move, this felt like something else. The desire to take Stanton nearly controlled my mind, the claws extended from my fingernails. Spinning another needle of the liquid in her palm, she jammed it into my leg. Extreme nausea wracked my body, the beginning of a heat cycle disabling me. Parting my lips to speak, I needed his blood to survive or that was what it felt like. Only wheezes poured from my lips, she jammed another needle into my leg. Sending me into the next stage, every touch raised an incredible amount of goosebumps. Shivering in my spot, the last time I felt this was one hundred years ago when a handsome stranger caught my eye.
“I used to be a hunter.” She bragged gleefully, sitting down on top of me. “We have to finish before the book club arrives, you fucking idiot. I meant what I said about you getting pregnant around the same time. I know the serial killer lives among us. You have to trust me with that.” My eyebrow twitched with a mixture of bewilderment and irritation, a snarl curling on my lips. All of this was too much, my knee meeting her face. Crawling onto the living room floor, my legs felt like rubber. If she hit me with another needle of that liquid I would be pregnant within the next few days. At the current level in mine, three months remained before anything had to be done about that. Stumbling out, blood poured from her nose. Struggling to my feet, my shaking fingers opened her fridge to see what I needed. The process had already begun but I could delay it for a while. Pulling out a needle full of a milky liquid, she cried out as I jammed it into my thigh.
“I am not ready for that quite yet, Miss hunter!” I shouted vehemently, fuming darkly on the stool. “How can I know that you aren’t the serial killer?” Pausing in her spot, her slender hands jammed her nose back into place. Wiping the blood out from underneath her nose, she sat down across from me. Chuckling softly to herself, her fingers drummed on the stainless steel counter top.
“They killed my sister and her family a couple of weeks ago. I have nothing to gain from this.” She informed me briskly, holding her stomach. “I am the neighborhood watch and I can’t stand that someone is slicing their way through our little piece of paradise. Revenge is in my plan but now I have to be careful.” Seeing things through her point of view, the fact that she sped up my natural reproductive cycle ticked me off.
“I figured I might kick start things for your body. The sooner you get pregnant the happier Stanley will be. I always catch him watching the families walking by with a longing look. I am only doing it because he doesn’t suck up to me which makes him my favorite stranger.” She expressed with her real smile, pointing to me. “You are a purebred vampire. Such luck should be blessed in your eyes. You can give birth without dying. I met you once when my old man came to talk to you in your jail cell. I don’t know if you don’t remember him but his name is Father Rowell.” All of my breath escaped my lungs at the mention of his name, my mind flicking through the memories of every person who had visited me. Come to think of it, a redheaded woman did accompany a priest that one time. How did I not make the connection? Laying my head on the table, several women ran in. My eyebrow twitched, the perfectly dressed woman interrupted our conversation. A sea of blonde haired women shoved me aside, a couple of them shooting daggers from their eyes. Stepping back, Susie tugged me close to her. A bout of nausea wracked me, the combination of the potion she had injected with me mixed poorly with my sudden social anxiety. Dropping a tray into my palm, her gentle touch dragged me to the four ivory walls she called her living room. A brown leather set reminded me of my cell, the tray crashing to the floor. Glass shattered everywhere, my immediate response was to run. Apologizing profusely, I bolted out the door. Ignoring their looks, I ripped off my boots. Sprinting down the street, a masked individual slammed into me. Crashing to the ground, the pavement felt cool against my face. Still weak from earlier, I couldn’t just fight them off like normal. Quivering on the pavement, a disguised voice sent chills up my spine.
“Goodnight, my dear!” The robotic voice laughed evilly, a knife slamming into my body repeatedly.” Copper poisoned my taste buds, the person whistling. A rusting van pulled up, the license plate number 568 4325 stuck into my memory while my blood pooled underneath me. Tossing me into the van, Stanton barely made it onto the street. Locking the door behind me, I leaned against the wall. Pulling out my silenced phone, my vision blurred as I turned on my location. Hiding my phone behind a dusty box, a darkness swallowed me alive.
Jerking awake once more, this trend had to stop. Groaning in pain, a yellow light swung over my head, a rough rope cut into my wrists. Struggling only made the knot tighter, the killers having to be boat owners, hunters or some sort of boy scout. Glancing around, no weapons lay around. Talk about being professional. Muffled yelling stole my attention, a filthy redhead tugged on chains against the wall. Two small children hugged her side tightly, silent tears staining their cheeks. One, a pair of worn steel toe boots came into view. Two, the other shoe appeared. Three, his masked face poked around the corner. Four, Five, Six, one of the killers were at the bottom of the stairs. Seven, he towered over me at six foot seven. Lifting up his mask, relief crashed over me at the sight of an anxious Stanton. Seconds from cutting her rope, the boss stomped down the stairs. Pulling his mask down, the boss cleared his throat.
“Cut off her fingers until she talks about how she found us.” He demanded via a thick distorted voice. “Never mind, give me the knife.” Snatching it from Stanton, he could only watch with horror as the man held my finger straight. Three red dots blinked in the corner of my eyes, the operation making sense. This asshole was running a torture to murder show, a lump forming in my throat.
“Thank you for your payment of a million dollars. We shall gut her like a deer.” He mused darkly, tracing the knife along my flat stomach. “Then I will play with the guts to please you.” A scream burst from my lips the moment the blade glided across my stomach. Fighting the urge to vomit, my steaming guts poured out onto my lap. Playing with my intestines, the money began to pour in. Choking on the blood building up in my throat, a hack sent it all over his mask. The questions were sick, a clammy sweat drenching my skin.
“We have a vampire.” He announced with wicked laughter, my heart sinking in my chest. “This is going to be fun.” Stanton held his composure, the back of the metal chair bending underneath his grip. The heat potion kicked in, one accidental touch clouding up my mind for a moment. Bending down to my level, his next words sent chills up my spine.
“The boys are coming. We have to keep him occupied for about thirty minutes.” He growled through gritted teeth, the man asking him to run the computers. Touching my shoulder one last time, the chair squealed the moment he sank down into the chair. Shoving a slender flash drive into the USB hole, he was gathering the IP addresses. Shoving my guts back in, childlike wonder brightened the killer’s tone at my wound sealing shut. Susie’s sister held her hands over her kid’s eyes, the knife sliding in and out of me. The wet noise did little to help me, the potion making my stomach churn worse than normal. The money kept pouring in, the welcome sound of chaos woke me up from my sickly state. The agents from before piled down the stairs, Stanton ripping off his mask. Cutting the rope, his touch made me jump a couple of feet into the air. Popping to my feet, every footfall echoed in the concrete cell. Assisting Susie’s sister, her arms embraced me desperately. Every emotion soaked my shoulder, another touch from Stanton resulted in a tender blush on my cheeks. Shooting me a thumbs up, his lips brushed against the top of my head. Helping the woman to her feet, Stanton scooped up the children. Bright flashes blinded me, the news crew attempting to speak to us. Climbing into a tinted SUV, the children bounced into their mother’s arm. Fishing around a bag, he held out packages of cheddar crackers. The boys accepted them graciously, the car heading towards the hospital. The door ripped open, nurses ushering the family inside. Scanning me up and down, Stanton held me by my hips. Sniffing me real quick, fear flashed on his face. Not having time, Susie smashed into me. Desperate tears flooded from her cheeks, her quaking hands cupping my face. A deep crimson painted my cheeks, a newfound respect for me glowed in her eyes.
“Thank you so much for saving them. I don’t know how I could ever thank y-” She blubbered uncontrollably, my hand raising to stop her. Smiling brightly in her direction, this reaction made it all worth it. My lips parted to speak, a nurse dragging her off before I could explain myself. Stanton dragged me back to the car, a snarl twitching on his lips. Slamming me down into my seat, the partition hummed its way up.
“Your heat is supposed to be for another year! Why do you smell like you are three months away?” He demanded hotly, the crack of my hand meeting his cheeks stunning the both of us. How dare he ask after not talking about last night! Clenching my fists into a ball, I turned my back.
“You haven’t talked about last night. We had fun and you acted like nothing happened!” I blurted out venomously, happy to have it off of my chest. “You already forced me into a marriage, and now you want me to ignore what happened last night. Fuck you. I had fun but here you are. Was it that bad? Susie sped me up so we could be pregnant around the same fucking time. Did you know she used to be a hunter? She opened right up to me. In fact she knew me.” Spinning me around to face him, an apologetic smile dimmed his features. A piece of hair fell in front of his left eye, his hands rubbing my shoulder.
“I can’t tell you why that all scares me.” He mumbled under his breath, sliding me a large emerald box. “You need to get changed into your uniform to enter the facility.” Peeling off my destroyed dress, his eyes couldn’t leave the angry scars covering my body. Flipping the box open, I pulled out a lightly armored leather number. Tugging it over my head, the onyx leather covered my arms. Hiding my bloody hands underneath the bell sleeves, the deep v-neck showed off my ample breasts. Sitting back in the seat, the A-line skirt floated away from my body. Scooting closer to me, he offered me his neck. Sinking my fangs into his tender flesh, every gulp revived my health. Curling my arms around his neck, he drank away. This time a wave of euphoria crashed over me, a long sigh pouring from my lips. Unable to stop, fright rounded my eyes the moment his hand curled around my neck. A muffled protest stopped him, an oppressive silence hung between us. The car skidded to a halt, an impressive navy marble building towered over us. Helping me out, the numb look on his face scared the shit out of me. Marching in aggressively, the way he was acting reminded me of the first time I met Father Powell. Hugging him from behind, his muscles relaxed.
“We all lose control at times.” I assured him lovingly, the tone taking over my voice for the first time. “If I can gain control, you can do it.” Cupping my trembling hands, an agent was attempting to remember the plate number. Typing it in for them with my free hand, a grateful expression met my exhausted face. My legs gave out, Stanton placing me on his back. Ignoring the jeering whispers, the rumors spread within minutes. Bursting into the interrogation room, a shaggy haired man with angry dark eyes watched him set me down in the chair across from him. An unkempt beard danced with every growl in his throat, his scarred face informing me of a rough life.
“I am not the only one in this plot. Do you remember that serial killer club on the news a couple of years ago? I am the bottom tier.” He bragged gleefully, the sweet smell of poison wafting from his mouth. “We must all die with honor.” His heart beat one last time, Stanton calling for help. Help wouldn’t come soon enough, this was a magical poison. Dragging him out of the room, I climbed into the driver’s seat. A skill I had learned the moment cars had been invented, the modern car proving far easier to drive than those things. Stanton hopped into the passenger seat, my fingers typing in an address into the GPS. Driving for too long, the brakes squealed to a halt in front of a bustling night club. Taking off his tie, the poor thing floated to the back. Roughing up his suit, he protested as I messed up his hair. Letting my hair down, a familiar face had to be spoken to. Sauntering up the door, the bouncer let us both in. Loud music worsened my migraine, a scantily clad blond guided us up to the office. Opening the door, my fingers curled around the neck of my old friend. Pinning him to the wall, his scarlet curls bounced around. Ruby eyes glowered back at me, his garish velvet suit irritating me further.
“Who are you selling your poison to, you fucking idiot?” I interrogated him intensely, Stanton yelling at me to calm down. “I know what you sold to Susie. That I can let go but sell some sort of poison to a serial killer after school club! You are playing with fire.” Cocking his brows, he slammed his knee into my chest. Every rib shattered upon impact, all the breath leaving my body. Coughing on the floor, he picked me up by my hair.
“I refuse to let a runt like you run my life. I sell my magical drugs and that is that.” He snapped hotly, my bones fusing back together. “I don’t know or care what they do with them.” Wicked laughter rumbled in my throat, the heel of my bare feet slamming into his jaw. Raw energy built around my fist, his bones shattered upon the impact of my fist. Sliding down the wall, my bruising fingers picked him up by his collar.
“I don’t care that you make drugs. That isn’t my department but when they are used for suicide I have an issue. Who ordered it!” I screamed furiously, a glob of spit landing on my face. “Just answer the fucking question. I will break every bone in your body. You still owe me for you selling me out. I fucking let you keep the reward money.” Clicking his bones back into place, he struggled to his feet. Unlocking his cabinet, he pulled out an ancient ledger. Dropping it into my palms, he sulked to his desk.
“Take it. I have to start another one anyway. I will call you if somebody uber weird pops up.” He commented kindly, pulling out a new one. “Don’t charge me, ‘kay. I provide loads of hunger suppressants for the monsters in the area. I also help monsters get pregnant faster. The poison was only meant to be sold for someone who was going to die. You know that I can see reapers as well as you can. Watch your temper with that heat potion coursing through you. Your powers are going to be a little wacky for a bit.” Mouthing a silent thanks, a triumphant grin spread cheek to cheek. Walking through the club, another discussion had to be had once we got into the car. Climbing in, dread bubbled in my gut.
“Give up why you were in prison.” I demanded sternly, leaning on the steering wheel. “Don’t lie. I can sniff that shit out.” Tears welled up in his eyes, a lump forming in his throat. Storm clouds rumbled to life, heavy raindrops crashed to the top of the vehicle.
“You weren’t my first partner.” He uttered bitterly, chewing on his lips. “I had a romantic relationship with her and she turned out to be the serial killer. The bodies piled up behind me, and I didn’t even know. We were incredibly intimate. She lied with the biggest smile on her face. I enjoyed our evening together and that you only drank from the serial killers to survive. She was what the agency calls a binge eater. Devouring person after person and I was the one to put her down. The difference was that I didn’t love her like I love you.” Covering his mouth, a further explanation needed to be heard.
“What do you mean by love me?” I asked politely, attempting not to lose my cool while pulling into a Cally’s. “Don’t lie to me. I have been through enough hell today.” Refusing to look in my direction, my hands cupped his face. Gritting his teeth, his hands cupped mine.
“I observed you for months and fell in love with the way you helped the prison when you could. I loved it when you would spend weeks buried into an inhumanly huge pile of books.” He choked out awkwardly, fresh tears flowing from his eyes. “I sound like a creepy stalker but I needed to make you my mate from the instant you met me.” Nodding my head, my lips kissed his hungrily. Scarlet colored his cheeks, his hands falling to my flat stomach.
“I love you too.” I choked out just as awkwardly, hoping not to upset him further. “Watch this book, I will be right back.” Swiping his wallet, I ran into the department store. Ignoring the bright lights and horrid smells, I paused in the baby section. Closing my eyes, the sweet sound of my mother singing an Irish lullaby soothed my nerves. Snapping awake, a tiny girl had crashed into my legs. Instead of crying out in fear, she began to giggle.
“You are so pretty.” She sang adorably, her horrified mother scooping her up and running away. Getting a couple of packages of toy cars and a beautiful bouquet of white roses, hurt dimmed my eyes at the cashier watching me in pure terror. Paying for the items, silent tears stained my cheeks. Not saying a word, I punched in the address for the hospital. Cursing to myself, we were four hours away. Setting the stuff in the back, I chose to turn on the radio to drown out the chaos in my mind. Sobbing the whole way back, this world was no different. The only thing missing was the torches that had hunted my mother down. Getting there in record time, I ditched my partner to catch up to me later. Stopping at the desk, the nurse didn’t show the same fear as the people in the store. Tucking a loose piece of caramel hair behind her ears, her gray eyes twinkling with joy.
“Thank you for bringing them in.” She returned with a genuine smile, pointing to the last room down the hall. “Visiting hours are over. Surely, they want to see their hero. I will pretend I looked the other way.” Winking in my direction, she turned her back to me. Running to their room, an exhausted Susie lay on her sister’s bed. The children perked up at me, smashing into my legs. Crouching down at their level, I presented the packages of cars. Pecking my cheeks, they ran off to go play with them. Rising to my feet, I presented her with the flowers.
“How does your sister like her coffee?” I inquired with my genuine smile, the mother’s expression softening into a gracious smile. My lips parted to speak, the woman’s head shaking. Coughing a bit, blood covered her hand. Seconds from pushing the nurse button, her raspy voice stole my attention. Stanton hovered in the door, the mother’s heart monitor going nuts. Looking closer, a bony hand rested on her shoulder. Following the arm, a reaper held her shoulder. Death had come to her, the option not working for me.
“Is there anything I can give you in return?” I begged with my palms pressed together, knowing that those kiddos needed their mother. “How about this?” Snapping my fingers, my stolen reaper’s scythe rested in my palms. Snatching it from me, the cold hand curled around my neck. Gasping for air, his yellowed skull hovered inches from my face. Biting down on my arm, he gulped down enough to figure out who I was.
“I recognize your stupid face.” A chilly voice thundered evilly, the other finger playing with my hair. “You vampires are the bane of my existence. I can’t take your souls when there's none to take. I will spare her this one time but she will have to go next time regardless of what you have.” Dropping me to the floor, he was gone. Coughing up a storm, one of the kids hit the button. A look of horror dawned on his face, his tiny body smashing into my legs. Crouching down to his level, he shivered in my arms.
“Was that a reaper?” He stuttered brokenly, my head nodding. “Will they ever hurt me?” His tight red curls tickled my face, the other twin watching from a distance. Their emerald green eyes watched me as the nurse brushed past me.
“No, they won’t.” I promised them warmly, taking him to the waiting room. “Let’s go play while they take care of your mom, ‘kay.” Susie snapped awake, picking up her other nephew. Crashing into the nearest chairs, they played with their cars. Susie rested her head on my shoulder, snores echoing in my ear. Letting her sleep, I was thankful for my current life.

I really want to move out, ideally in Fall 23 but possibly Spring 24 if that ends up being best. I have a few questions that I would appreciate if anyone can help me answer!

1. how do people know that on-campus housing is full? is there some way I can view this without having a housing application submitted? i've been discouraged from applying for so long now, but I haven't seen any notices indicating they are at capacity
2. when it comes to off-campus, what is an "average" rate for, say, a studio apartment? i would prefer a studio as i have a cat, but i really don't see much offered... best I can find at regency square but i'm hearing mixed things about them.
   
3. any no-goes (unsafe/bad quality) or any complexes which are specifically good to look at?
   

thank you!

What do you all do with your toddlers all day? I have an extremely independent two year old. All he wants to do all day is play with his toys. He has been playing on his own since he was a few months old.
He used to spend nearly all of his time in a giant playpen in our living room while I would be throughout the house but essentially in the same room (we live in a California split level).
Now he's trying his darnedest to climb out of the playpen so we have to make a decision.
I put together a fully child proofed play room for him and he spends most of his time in there or in his fully child proofed bedroom. We have a camera in each with a view of the whole room + audio.
I work full time from home and have a 3 month old so, while I am in the playroom with him a lot, sometimes I have to go put the baby down or clean the kitchen, laundry, etcetera.
He hates being in the main living space with me and always goes in his room and closes the door anyway.
So the question is: is it safe to let him play in his own space with virtual eyes and ears on him at all times? Are you in the same room as your toddler all day?
Just looking for insights/opinions.

Yes, it’s a terrible joke and I can’t guarantee that there won’t be similar dad jokes to follow it in the future, so put on your funderwear because you’re in for a treat!
Here’s a little bit about me: I’m a fun & nerdy 35 year old, single guy living in Maryland. I’m 6’6” tall, (I spend a lot of time ducking under doorways and trying to find pants that fit my long legs), with a slender build as I tend to go to the gym regularly. In case you’re curious about personality and need a firm basis to go off of my love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch, I’m an ENFP, a Libra, and a Ravenclaw; get all that important stuff out of the way!
I was raised by a single mother to be a gentleman and taught that chivalry isn’t dead; I say please and thank you, I give compliments, I’m affectionate with hugs and kisses, and I’ll strike up complete conversations with strangers at a gas station or grocery store.
I am a huge fan of comics, movies, and video gaming. There’s always a perfect moment to insert an appropriate movie quote into conversation. The most recent PC video game addictions are Lost Ark, FFXIV, Legends of Runeterra, Guild Wars 2, Magic Arena, and WoW. I also have a PlayStation and an Xbox I play fairly regularly. Other interests? Acting and performing, Marvel/DC, board games, conventions and concerts, DnD, Cosplay, going to the beach, Star Wars, PGH sports teams, Netflix, and listening to music. Speaking of music, my music taste is very eclectic and expansive. I listen to everything from Shakey Graves to James Brown to The Black Angels to Stick Figure and Rebelution to Breaking Benjamin and Disturbed to Cane Hill and Kublai Khan TX. I believe there is no such things as bad music as there’s music for every person and every mood.
I’m very 420 friendly and am incredibly passionate about the beneficial effects of medicinal and recreational cannabis usage, so it’d be nice to vibe with someone in that capacity, and if you consider yourself “vanilla” in the bedroom we probably won’t be a good match.
Before this becomes excessive, I think I’ll wrap it up here. Thank you so much for reading and please send me a message if you read anything that sparked your interest. Come with me if you want to live!
Here’s a picture of [me.]https://imgur.com/a/SsSeWzU
TL;DR- 35 year old tall guy who likes nerdy shit, has an eclectic taste in music, and is 420 friendly looking for friendships, relationships, and connections!

1. What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games (ex: resolution, FPS, settings) or programs you will be using.

• I am looking to play the latest AAA single player games such as Star Wars, Hogwarts Legacy etc and Diablo 4 in Maxed out setting for 1440p 144hz. I will also be using CAD programs such as SOLIDWORKS.

2. What is your maximum PRE-TAX budget before rebates and shipping?

• ~$2500

3. When do you plan on building/buying the PC? Note: beyond a week or two from today means any build you receive will be out of date when you want to buy.

• Soon as possible but if there are better parts for me to wait for I can wait couple weeks.

4. What, exactly, do you need included in the budget? (ex: toweOS/monitokeyboard/mouse/etc)

• I need a monitor

5. If reusing any parts (including monitor(s)/keyboard/mouse/etc), what parts will you be reusing? How old are they? Brands and models are appreciated.

• None

6. Will you be overclocking (ex: CPU/GPU/RAM)? If yes, are you interested in overclocking right away, or down the line?

• No

7. Are there any specific features or items you want/need in the build? (ex: SSDs, mass HDDs, Wi-Fi / Bluetooth, VR, VirtualLink, tensor cores, large amount of storage or a RAID setup, CUDA or OpenCL support, etc.)

• SSD and Wifi/bluetooth

8. Do you have any specific case preferences (ex: mITX/mATX/mid-towefull-tower sizes, styles, colours, window or not, LED lighting, etc.), or a particular color theme preference for the components?

• ITX. I want to use Fractal Design Ridge case since I have limited horizontal space.

9. Do you need a copy of Windows included in the budget? Note: some post-secondary students can get Windows 10 for free at OnTheHub or through their school's IT software distribution department.

• Have windows 10.

10. Will you be upgrading this PC in the future (ie: will you swap out better parts later on or will you build an entirely new tower later)? If so, when?

• Swapping out parts would be nice in the future but it is not a must

11. Do you have a brand preference? (ex: AMD/Intel for CPUs, AMD/NVIDIA for video cards, etc.)

• No

12. What are the specs of your old PC / laptop? Do you want to see if it can be upgraded instead? If so, paste its build from PCPartPicker here.

13. Extra info or particulars:

*

Okk so there's this super handsome guy at my gym and he seems to be very nice, he often talks to some people and smiles at them but is usually focused on himself most of the time. Also we both usually hit the gym at the same time (or at least we used to). In the past few weeks we have made eye contacts hundred times and sometimes I noticed that he would just look at me after he's done with his workout (not for too long tho). I should probably also mention that when he's around I literally cant focus on anything other than him ughh. Anyways, fast forward to a few days ago, I noticed that he changed his gym schedule and doesnt workout where he used to (which was near the equipments I normally use). And might I also add that now we awkwardly pretend that we dont see each other? I'm so confused I thought the attraction was mutual. That said, I really dont mind if he doesnt find me attractive I just dont want to give off creepy or obsessive energy. Because I found myself staring at him a few times but I swear it's just because he used to work out right in front of me and I tend to zone out when working out. What should I do to let him know that I wasnt being creepy? Also, am I delulu or was there actually something going on? I dont know if women have to make the first move at the gym (every single post about gym crushes imply that girls should make the first move) and if this is all because I didnt do anything or just because there wasn't anything to begin with.

I just had my friend move in with me. He’s a fat 23 year old and his passions in life are doordashing food, the pen, and gaming. Before he moved in, he left his gaming setup at his parents’ house, as a bold step forward in life. So now, every day after we’re done with work, he sits down right in the spot that smells like him on my $5000 Hay couch and takes a long, aggressive suck on the pen, using his entire lung capacity. And that’s when it starts.
He watches the show for about 30 seconds before whipping out his phone and starting to scroll. On the tv is an episode of Frasier. Roz makes a joke about how she can’t go anywhere without seeing someone she dated, and he replies, “if she can’t go anywhere without seeing someone she dated, she’s probably a slut” managing to time it right when Niles makes his witty remark, so I can’t hear it. When Frasier sees the woman he’s interested in kissing another man, he asks, “So Frasier is a f——-?” He suggested that we work our way through the John wick movies, leaving no fight left uncapped with a “Get fucked” and no dramatic dialogue complete without a “he said I’ll get back to you in 3-5 business minutes”. Knowing he liked action films, I put on Heat, and for nearly every character he didn’t recognize he said “that guys probably dead now”. Watching whatever amount of Heat he actually watched did inspire him to delve into film himself. He asked me if I wanted to watch American psycho, which, of course I did. However, it was only the second half as he had watched the first half on his phone in his bedroom the night before. After the film’s conclusion, I asked him what he thought, and he replied, “It was funny to see Christian Bale playing the American Psycho guy”

So I know the book says 2 hours travel from emberwood village to Drakkenheim. I’m assuming this means to the southern border of the haze since there’s a main road leading there from Emberwood Village. Now the sticks ferry section mentions that the closest river crossings are 15 miles away. 10 miles further than the journey to the village. When my players went to the rats nest they met river at eckerman mill first so I ruled the journey would take longer since they were detouring to get there. Bringing me to my prep for the next session, the party are headed to the black ivory inn. They want to approach from the north eastern border of Drakkenheim to minimise their time in the city, but to my mind that would mean a huge detour. I’m probably overthinking it but I like to be consistent with my travel times. Anyone given this any thought or have folk largely hand waved this kinda stuff?

I have a Blessing B-78 which has a .525 bore with a small shank mouthpiece. I have been playing this since last year in my top band and for the most part, it does the job well as 1st trombone, but I am curious about something. I want to take it with me to college when I leave high school, but I also don't want to buy a large bore just for college. Is a medium bore trombone good for a wind ensemble and/or orchestral setting, primarily in college?

Beginning around late high-school, I'd sit through services (twice on Sunday, once on Wednesday of course) spacing out the way I thought all teens do when they start to question their faith and even their belief in God. I was very much a self-identified atheist amongst my closest friends at the time. You know just normal edgy teen stuff, questioning whatever I was told as a child.
With the time and space that adulthood has offered me, I realize what I experienced up until around college very much qualifies as religious trauma.
The first time my body was sexualized was at age 11 at church camp. I made it not even ten steps out of the girls cabin before being told a towel wasn't enough to cover my swimsuit, because I "didn't want those boys thinking anything!"
One of my first experiences with sexual harassment was at age 16 by a family friend during and just after an afternoon church service. He'd been sitting so uncomfortably close to me during the service, on a nearly empty pew - and I mean our sides were touching and his arm was around me. He'd sandwiched me in between himself and my mom. He got up after, right as I was gaslighting myself about the feeling of boundaries being crossed, and he said "We should do that again - I know you like it"
Even with the countless sermons on obstaining from smoking/alcohol, modest dress, and appropriate language (our preacher hated even using expressions like "dang it" or "freakin'"), I honestly never thought of my upbringing as being all that bad and thought it just barely qualified as fundamentalist.
I can understand the religious trauma that took place in my formative years and it's a lot to unpack.
The fear of going to Hell was SO constant. Religion can be such a beautiful and powerful thing, but the coc really put a sour taste in my mouth for the whole thing.
Lots of reflecting after Shiny Happy People going on here lol

TW: sexual violence against women
Like the title says, a level 3 sex offender just moved in on the street perpendicular to me. His record has him raping two women in 1980 and 1996, killing the first woman. He was in prison after the first offense and re-offended upon release. Since 2001, he has been institutionalized as a “psychopathic person.”
I (31F) live alone with my large but friendly dog, lock the windows and doors, carry mace, and moved my car from alley to street parking.
How else can I be safe without letting fear run?

Hello, have been using g402 for more than 3 years now, and was looking forward to upgrading my mouse. i want a mouse which is comparatively a little lighter and and a little smaller compared to g402 or even if the saame size, it works. but not bigger than it. i have looked at deathadder v2, and i found its dimensions to be quite similar to g402, but people have been saying that it is too large.. So could someone tell me whether DA v2 would be a good upgrade option and easily adjustable ? or Could someone kindly suggest me some other mouse ? my grip is palm grip, and i am looking for an ergonomic mouse.

Hello, have been using g402 for more than 3 years now, and was looking forward to upgrading my mouse. i want a mouse which is comparatively a little lighter and and a little smaller compared to g402 or even if the saame size, it works. but not bigger than it. i have looked at deathadder v2, and i found its dimensions to be quite similar to g402, but people have been saying that it is too large.. So could someone tell me whether DA v2 would be a good upgrade option and easily adjustable ? or Could someone kindly suggest me some other mouse ? my grip is palm grip, and i am looking for an ergonomic mouse.

Hello, have been using g402 for more than 3 years now, and was looking forward to upgrading my mouse. i want a mouse which is comparatively a little lighter and and a little smaller compared to g402 or even if the saame size, it works. but not bigger than it. i have looked at deathadder v2, and i found its dimensions to be quite similar to g402, but people have been saying that it is too large.. So could someone tell me whether DA v2 would be a good upgrade option and easily adjustable ? or Could someone kindly suggest me some other mouse ? my grip is palm grip, and i am looking for an ergonomic mouse.