I would like to start this by saying I know this is long I'm sorry, it's a drawn out situation. I'm diagnosed with depression and general anxiety, I over think everything because lots of childhood trauma. I don't have access to therapy (financial reasons) but I take medication prescribed by a primary family doctor. I am mentally draining myself every day thinking about which would be the better decision and have weighed the pros and cons of both but still am at a crossroads and the anxiety is eating away at me. I have self sabotaging patterns towards things that are good for me thinking I don't deserve them, but I also when in bad situations tell myself "I deserve better" so I don't know if my decision would be based out of repeating trauma or breaking the pattern. I'm trying to make the best decision for myself and would like to hear others thoughts.
I (22F) met my boyfriend (23M) 2.5 years ago online who lived an hour away and it became a steady blossoming love that grew over the span of a couple months. When we got together we were still living at our parents houses, saw each other often and things were great. Even after we got out of the honey moon phase we were always communicating our expectations, feelings and thoughts, hearing each other out wholeheartedly, looking within ourselves to self improve, smoked some ganj, went on adventures/traveled, sex was good, had stable incomes, and it was a great partnership. Then something shifted a year in, it wasn't any particular thing that happened but it was a definite shift.
I remember around the time the shift happened, depression was getting to him and my cat had developed bladder stones and was blocked and needed urgent care. Kitty recovered well and is healthy, but the whole vet ordeal sent me into over $3,000 in debt and took so much of my savings. I confided in my partner emotionally, also saying I would need financial help because I needed to pay roughly $90 a week to pay off a loan from care credit of $2,200 in 6 months before I got hit with an insane APR. We had stable jobs but that was still a huge hit and we both already had credit card debt.
For some reason he decided it was a good idea a couple weeks after that happened to go down to part time at his job when he was working full time. His job paid around $15ish for full-time and $13ish for part time. He said it was because he disliked the job which was totally fine, but instead of looking for a different job he went down to working 15-20 hours a week. I understood him wanting to not work there because being stuck at a job you hate sucks, but I didn't understand why he didn't get a different job entirely, instead of going down to part time especially knowing I needed his financial help.
Eventually our financial situation got very tight because of both of our circumstances and he ended up rarely working at his job (like one 5 hour shift a week). He ended up racking two grand of credit card debt and my savings got drained down to a couple hundred while before it neared two grand. Throughout the next couple months we didn't do any more fun things and it would consist of him doing odd side jobs to get a couple $20's in cash for bare necessities. He attempted to get stable full time jobs but would quit a month in because he didn't like it (before securing a different job), would fail a pre-employment drug test (he messed up doing the fake pee), or got fired because of tardiness, or having a workplace accident and then failing the drug test that followed. I was really understanding through all this and did my best to be there for him, but I was so drained.
I'd kept my stable job the entire relationship and a couple months into the rough patch I eventually got a raise from $17 to $19.50 and was providing a lot of the necessities for our relationship while also trying to keep the relationship "fun" (picking up the tab to a restaurant, going to a movie, mini golfing, arcade, etc.). After about a year passed going through this rough patch I started to become resentful. I'd communicate with him how I felt alone in trying to fuel this relationship. He started emotionally clocking out, not doing romantic things anymore, not putting effort into finding jobs (it would be months in between job attempts), and he would hear me out and apologize for everything and then would say it's because of depression. I understood depression so heavily and I encouraged him to reach out for help. He was on his parents insurance and it provided free doctors visits and free therapy allowing him to switch his therapist for free at anytime if he didn't like them, but he was so reluctant to use those resources. Eventually he started trying medication but said it didn't work so he switched it to something else and then said that didn't work either, but he was pretty inconsistent with taking his medication. He'd schedule visits with his therapist and call last minute before the appointment saying he wouldn't be able to make it or just didn't show up in general with no warning.
It seemed like he just kept getting worse and didn't have any will to get better. When it came to our sex life I told him sex positions I liked and he would rarely do them, all while we would do the positions he liked almost every time. When it came to cuddling it was always me holding him with his head on my chest but never the other way around. When we would be grocery shopping and I would be buying all the groceries he wouldn't even push the shopping cart or pick up heavy things (not refusal, just never offered). I felt like he was benefitting from me while I was suffering. I brought up to him that I felt alone all the time and it was always met with a sincere apology but no changed behavior.
Eventually I gave him an ultimatum that I was going to leave if things didn't change. Then he would change for a couple weeks and then it would go right back to what it was. I would communicate with him again and again and it felt like I was nagging him to meet my needs. I felt like I must've done something wrong, at the very least enabled the behavior. I wanted to move out, go to the gym, eat right, get my life together and he didn't have near as much will to do those things as I did. I was so filled with resentment I started emotionally clocking out, and then that's when he started to change things.
He started doing all the things I've been asking him to do for over a year (some things have still not changed though) and he 's about to get a job he's dead set on keeping, he found a medication he thinks is working, and we have plans to do fun things this year, but I'm so weary. I'm having a hard time putting faith into his ability to offer stability. I'm also having a hard time building that trust back into him after all the empty promises he's made.
At the height of our "conflict" (we never yelled at each or name called) we were having a discussion on financial matters...again.. and when I expressed I was tired of buying food for the both of us he said "Well I just won't eat then" and when I told him I was tired of being the only one to pay for the fun dates to keep our relationship exciting he said "I never asked you to spend that money." Yet for an anniversary present I made a "date idea" jar and it was filled with little pieces of paper with cheap/free/at home/outside date ideas. I gifted it to him and only ONCE has he expressed interest in using the jar, and when he pulled a piece of paper out and read the date idea he said "I don't feel like doing that" and put the piece of paper back in the jar, then back on the shelf.
It feels like it's only changed because I've begged him and said I'd leave if things didn't change. But now that he's proven he was fully capable of doing all those things all along, and just watched me suffer while I held up both ends of our relationship, it makes me wonder what would happen if he spiraled into another depressive episode. Would this same thing happen again?
He's a kind man who's always there to lend a helping hand if asked, my family adores him, he's the kind of man that would NEVER cheat, he has good friends that respect and love me, he's caring to animals, he listens attentively when I have something to say, etc. but I wonder to myself... is that the bare minimum as well? Now that he's doing a majority of the things I asked, is it wrong to leave? I just still have so much resentment left and no idea how to get rid of it and I still find myself emotionally distant. Or is it valid to leave because it took so much begging and suffering to get here and I can't guarantee it won't happen again? TL;DR - Boyfriend was putting A+ effort into the relationship in the beginning, stopped putting in effort a year in and was putting in basically nothing, then after me communicating frustrations multiple times and finally an ultimatum, he straightened up but it still doesn't feel legit.

    This story began with my discovery of the greatest era of music of all time, the classic rock era. The very first “classic rock” music that I remember hearing was The Beach Boys. I came from a somewhat culturally stifled exposure to the “secular” music of mankind, growing up. So, upon hearing The Beach Boys for the first time, I simply could not fathom the pure, raw, jubilant and harmonic energy I was hearing. I believe it was in 1998 or right around the time that I was in 6th grade, and I was up at my grandparents’ cabin in Siren, Wisconsin. I remember our next-door neighbor at the cabin had a cute girl named Jenny that my cousin Josh and I were both chasing after. I think my cousin was more interested in the girl, while I was keen on getting another chance at listening to The Beach Boys on her CD player. At any rate, I remember being instantly fascinated with the sport of surfing and I wanted to know more about it. I remember downloading or looking up a video of the 1966 “The Endless Summer” documentary directly because of having listened to The Beach Boys. It was a revolutionary moment in my cultural expansion as a young boy and that was a very memorable summer for me.       As time wore on to the early 2000’s era when music downloading was only in its infancy, I once upon a time downloaded a Deep Purple song: "Hush" because I had heard about Deep Purple whisperings from my dad. I liked this “Hush” song so much I played it for my dad, asking him if he had heard of this song before as I knew it was from his era and this might trigger an interesting response or memory from him. My Father responded affirmatively. My Dad then proceeded to tell me a story, it was a story about himself; about a Deep Purple concert he had attended when he was younger. He didn't give me too many details and I’m not sure what age he was, or I can't remember all of the details, but he told me about how, somehow; during this concert-which must have been at the Met-he had ended up at the front of the speaker stacks at Deep Purple’s front stage. He told me that he continued to spend the entire show plugging his ears as hard as he could, he said it was the most awful concert he had ever been to in his life. I’m not sure if he couldn’t get away from the speakers or why he allowed himself to be subjugated to such an incessant onslaught of auditory pain, but that’s just what transpired, I guess. He told me that afterward, he was in pain and that his ears were ringing for weeks, and he told me he believed his hearing was noticeably impaired in the months and years that followed.       So naturally, having heard my dad tell this story I was instantly even more fascinated with this powerful band called: Deep Purple. And, if you didn't know or weren't aware, Deep Purple is or was considered at one point: "The Loudest Band in the World", or something to that effect. Of course, I didn't know that at the time and my dad; I’m guessing, also did not know that at the time he attended the Deep Purple concert. So, upon hearing that story as a young man-I think I might have been in junior high school at the time-again, I was intrigued with this mysterious band: Deep Purple, that had ruined my dad’s hearing at one point in his life. Unfortunately, I didn't get too many other details about that show from him at that time, as I could tell he wasn't really too fond of the experience or memory altogether and maybe he was also little embarrassed that I was so interested and fascinated having heard about it. It is really a hilarious memory.  
    Anyway, this story my father had told me really fascinated me as a young man and I knew that- whatever I did; I must remember the name of the band Deep Purple.  
    Music was somewhat difficult to acquire at this time in my young life, unless I wanted to drop $15 for a new CD at Best Buy or perchance find it discounted at Half-Priced Books, Cheapo or the like. This was far too expensive a price to pay simply to explore the music that was out there, now yes, I did have KQRS, but the scope of KQRS, like many modern classic rock radio stations; the playlists are always limited to the five-hundred or so blue-chip hits. So, what I discovered was that used records could be acquired for much cheaper, in fact only $.99 at Goodwill, but Goodwill had limited options. Also, another problem I ran into during this time was that I didn't have a vast mental capacity quite yet built up for what the “good” classic rock era albums were. Bands or artists’ knowledge hadn’t yet really accumulated in up in my head at least not enough for quick album art recall, so it was difficult to know what was good at the time. The particular Goodwill that I frequented the most as a young man was located in Hopkins, MN and it was somewhat dingy, but I loved it. One day I discovered a very used, worn-out white ring around the sleeve of a golden “Deep Purple: Live in Japan” record, which was recorded over three nights in the late summer of 1972. I remember during those days when my classic rock album knowledge wasn’t so good, but I had a crude system of helping me “guess-timate” on what might be a good album. I would tell myself that the closer an album was in year to the late 60’s and early 70’s the better chance it was good. Because I knew, classic rock sort of lost its way and got bombastic in the 1980’s, for better or for worse. At least, this was the rock n’ roll historical narrative I had created in my head at the time. So I checked the date of the Deep Purple album: 1972, not bad. So, I bought that record because this was my chance to experience Deep Purple for myself for the first time.  
    I remember biking home with the record in a plastic bag over the handlebars of my bike and it kept bumping into the bike as I rode home getting even more scuffed up. When I got home, I put the record on my parents Onkyo (ironically also Japanese) turntable and a Genesis sound system, this was a pretty decent sound system. I remember, when I got home, I was all alone in the house, so I really had the opportunity to crank up the volume to air this album out a bit. And when I listened to that album, my life and conception of rock and roll; whatever I thought that was, flipped on its head and changed me, fundamentally as a person. Granted, I had listened to some of Led Zeppelin’s material to be sure, but I had never ever heard a band rock out so fucking hard like this in my life. It was a truly amazing experience. I highly recommend that album to everyone.  
    But what you have to appreciate is that during this time it was somewhat difficult for me to know which albums were "good" and to be sought after. I just happened to hit this one time on the motherlode with this live Deep Purple album. The knowledge was out there, yet difficult to attain for a young, sheltered midwestern Christian boy. So, I spent a lot of my time seeking out records at Goodwill after this experience, where no one could filter the music, I was listening to and naturally I developed a very steeled, rebellious, pretentious and opinionated stance on my right as a human to listen to whatever the heck I wanted to around this time as well. Plus, Goodwill had the added bonus of consistently being populated with lots of interesting people to watch, not to mention lots of fun clothes to try on and just mess around and have fun. I remember one day at Goodwill, I saw these two very particular middle-aged gentlemen, guys I would call “greaseballs”; seedy types who waited at the doors from the warehouse sorting areas, in order to get their greedy hands immediately upon the incoming records from the back sorting warehouse. They took immediate authority over sifting through the records, and it was clear to me that I was going to have to wait to get sloppy seconds after these record campers. I asked myself a question:  
“Who were these music gate-keeping fucks?”  
    Of course, I didn't know how to feel at the time, and I was just sort of annoyed and confused as a young guy. I wanted a chance at checking out the records, but these two guys clearly had the goods staked out for first dibs. At any rate, I watched over their shoulders and made note of the ones that they picked from their fast-paced sorting, trying to remember the album artwork. While they were thumbing through, I even recognized the man carrying sticks on the cover of Led Zeppelin IV and reached out for it in desperation, but one of them instantly blurted out, something to the effect of:  
“Nuh, uh uh.”  
    Or something to that effect and gobbled it up into their stack of collections…It was from that point on I realized how cutthroat this mystic, esoteric knowledge accumulation about music and attaining music was, and I think it made my purpose ever more steeled and resolved from that point forward.  
    I had only begun to scratch the surface of my quest for discovering the depths of the greatest music of all time, classic rock. This quest had another nuance I will now attempt to explain. You see, classic rock is profane music of the secular world. Therefore, it was forbidden to me as a young man, or sometimes it was begrudgingly tolerated. So naturally, this created within me a burning need to rebel. I had to listen to classic rock if it meant shaking the fucking heavens and the earth. For some reason I really felt it necessary to rebel and to rebel hard. And somehow, coupling that with a saga to discover forbidden music, it had now become in the mind of this young man, a somewhat spiritual prerogative to fulfill this discovery quest, some way, somehow.  
    Why am I writing all of this? I guess I was bored during the pandemic and put a lot of thought and energy into thinking about this while at work. Music has always been a companion to me during the toughest times in my life, conversely music has also consistently been a celebration of exuberance and happiness during the good times. The music that existed during the mid-1960’s though the late 1980’s; otherwise known as the classic rock era, has always held a special place in my heart. However, I never could find a playlist that truly encapsulates or effectively represents all of the great music from this era. Most of the classic rock playlists out there were somehow for some reason exclusionary of certain groups, genres and styles for one reason or another. I have spent over a decade working with programs like Pandora and iHeartRadio doing research attempting to compile a comprehensive, inclusive and fully representative playlist, that faithfully showcases the music from the classic rock era. I used Pandora at first because I was lazy. I attempted to use Pandora’s algorithm to build this playlist for me, I spent years attempting to get the algorithm to do what I want, but it never could never be a truly random shuffle among other drawbacks.  
    Fast forward to Summer of 2020, I had finally had enough with Pandora and with the pandemic in full swing, I decided that I had to build this playlist by hand if I wanted to do it right. That meant taking on the herculean task of digging into every single notable band, group, singer-songwriter, “super-group”, ensemble and the like that existed during the years circa 1964-1989. Why those years? Chosen rather quickly and arbitrarily. Also, this task consisted of the inclusion factor, that meant digging expressly deeper into the deepest, darkest lairs of obscurity and obtusity that this musical era had to offer. The pandemic was this playlist’s ultimate inspiration, music was going to get me through this pandemic like it had all the other tough times in my life and I was resolved to utilize my classic rock knowledge over the years to build the best playlist I could. But what does the “Best” mean? To me, it meant a playlist that was as fully representative of this era in music as possible, without superfluous and capricious exclusion of artists, no matter how difficult or esoteric the listening experience may be. This was my formula. Therefore, the term “Rock” is used loosely when defining this playlist; this music certainly “rocks” but not all of it is strictly “Rock ‘N Roll”, however all of it was certainly influenced and indeed inspired by the burgeoning “rock” movement of the 50’s and 60’s. I hope that makes some sense. Also, I was sick of the corporate KQRS DJs of the Twin Cities, who play the same recycled 500 or so hits over and over with no room for pushing those boundaries, as was the original intention of the music to begin with.  
    At any rate, I decided I would use Spotify as the custodian for this playlist, simply because their catalog is the vastest compared to most music platforms, it is free to download and their prices are reasonable for subscriptions. I realize Spotify does have some scummy business practices for paying artists royalties and it’s a shame not to have Joni Mitchell and Neil Young among others on here, but it is what it is, and I had to make this playlist somehow. Just the same, I worked on this playlist almost every single day through the pandemic, researching hundreds of bands while I did it; all from that pristine era of music that had captivated me early on. In years past, I have put tremendous amounts of mental energy into reading up on band biographies and discographies before, but during the pandemic I researched music from that era more exhaustively than I ever have before. I really went at it with everything I had, even purchasing “The Rolling Stone Encyclopedia of Rock & Roll” to assist me referencing bands not covered much online. I guess this is what my history major B.A. degree brain remnant does for me these days. I’m going to be honest with you, this is not your dad’s or your mom’s classic rock playlist. It took me the entire first year of the pandemic to fill the playlist to Spotify’s 10,000 song threshold, but the playlist was still just a rough blueprint at that point. I spent the following two years honing, polishing, adding and removing songs in order to continue to attempt to make this playlist as representative of the era as possible, with a heavy leaning on “rock”.  
    So, with the pandemic finally coming to a close recently, I am finally beginning to feel confident that this playlist is finally finished after three long years of amazingly illuminating research and lots and lots of listening.  
    Without further elaboration or story time, here it is after three long years of hard work; 10,000 meticulously curated and extensively researched with zero dead or duplicate tracks as Spotify frequently adds and removes music. Consisting of, but not limited to the following genres: Folk, Country, Progressive, Early Metal, NWOBHM (New Wave of British Heavy Metal), Space Rock, Fusion, British Invasion, New Wave, Punk, Pub, Blues, Psychedelic, Garage, Reggae (just Bob Marley), International, Krautrock, Funk, Soul, Disco, Art-Rock, Experimental, R&B and AOR (Album Oriented Rock) from circa 1964-1989 (dates chosen arbitrarily). This playlist is inclusive of race, gender and nationality. Be aware, this playlist is intended to expand your horizons and challenge your listening experience. Admittedly, this era did generate A LOT of challenging music that pushed the boundaries of numerous musical conventions, that was the point. I recommend putting this playlist on shuffle and just listening, thank you for your time reading all of this, I hope you enjoy listening as much as I have. Below is the link for the playlist, I hope you all will enjoy it:  
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4syEv4GeWCOv9LAQlKzq1K?si=341f43e85dfe4ff8

Door County
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Over 80+ custom models & structures & houses 🏘️ - Introducing CORN 🌽 to DayZ - Map object placed, harvestable & planting. Trees 🌳 also drop some delicious Door County Cherries 🍒. Exploding Gas ⛽️ Tanks & NEW Well 🚿 models, even Fire 🔥 Hydrants.
Door County is the easternmost county in the U.S. state of Wisconsin. The dangerous passage, known as Death's Door, contains shipwrecks and was known to Native Americans and early French explorers. Indian artifacts are frequently unearthed as the area was well populated & rich and fertile hunting grounds - before the European settlers came west.
Door County is a popular Upper Midwest vacation destination.This map will take place soon long after the infection has taken over the lands of Chernarus.
You are a survivor who was adrift off in the Atlantic Ocean coming from Chernarus during the first of the infections - your ship headed to America hoping to escape the infection. Making your way through the great lakes your ship finally ran aground.
You are out of food, and any useable equipment left on your ship has been ruined and pillaged by other survivors.
Your only choice is to explore the regions of Door County Wisconsin, in hopes to live another day. Fruit it bountiful here.
Cherries are a big source of the regions revenue.There are plenty of forest areas and regions of explorations, and secret locations yet to be discovered.Wildlife has begun to take over as more of the human population dies off with infection and survivors move further south.
This map is a work in progress. It will be updated frequently & will require wipes with most updates. As the terrain and towns are developed further.

Monday
Mexican shredded cheese-topped blueberries. It’s what’s for breakfast when Minnie is on breakfast duty, in charge of monitoring your glucose, and you’re two years old.
Waterskiing for soggy sandwiches is the new skiing for donuts. Ski-vie Kate wanted to go first but had to wait for the larger of her two handlers to demonstrate how to use the ski trainer while her other handler ruptured her eardrums. After she waterskied to her parents’ satisfaction, it was time for a nap in her swimsuit, but the Contentot broke free from the blackout tent looking for juice and pajamas. Back out on the water again, Sea-Doo Kate was fed more sandwiches to perform for Instagram. During her break from filming, Stevie Chalk colored Belle’s fur pink and declared her love for the number one guy in the group, Tanner, with sidewalk art.
Tuesday
The Tuesday after Memorial Day means it’s back to work for the Turtles… just kidding! When you’re a Houghton, every day is a vacation day and they’re all still at the lake.
Feral Kate woke up with hair bigger than Sam’s but at least she didn’t have to spend the whole night sleeping in a dirty swimsuit. As the hardest working Houghton, she was immediately tasked with executing today’s content plan: Stand Up Waterskiing for a Two Year Old. Failure was not an option. Her wages? Unlimited sandwiches on the boat 🥪 and Rice Krispies doled out to her like cat treats off the side of the ski trainer.
In fact Stevie Sandwich consumed more sandwiches over Memorial Day weekend than Jen has eaten in her entire life - regular bread, Sola bread, or otherwise. Who can blame the little bread lover though. She was just trying to eat enough so that the giant life jacket they gave her would actually fit.
Snap Crackle Kate exceeded everyone’s expectations for waterskiing content and was rewarded with ice cream by coach Uncle Tanner. She seemed to love her moment in the spotlight on the water, smiling, hamming it up for the camera and singing along to her favorite Frozen songs.
Howler Monkey: Steven makes THE BEST peach cobbler in the world better cobbler than Tiffany. All you do is put peaches in the bottom of a baking dish, sprinkle cake mix on them, and slice up a stick of butter and put it on top of that. Because I never eat food or cook, I think it’s absolutely BRILLIANT. Wowowowow.
Wednesday
Dimwit took the day off IG but Jen storied what the Junior Turtles were up to today. Jen awoke to find Sleepy Kate blacked out in the kitchen and Dim and Dum asleep on the new sofa surrounded by a sea of plastic water bottles and cereal bowls. Apparently the A/C had gone out in their bedroom. Dimmy reported for Shilly babysitting duty while Tiffany and Adam went jet skiing. Tiffany had a case of mom brain which apparently made her forget riding a jet ski three weeks postpartum would be a bad idea. But somehow she bopped right through and Adam was the one left doubled over in pain. It was right back to work for Snap Crackle Kate as she waterskied again for Rice Krispies doled out by Tanner. Training Stevie Canine was such a success that Dummy didn’t even have to pull out his iPhone notes to reference his Fix Whining Plan.
Turtle time check. Jen shared stories from Saturday and tried to pass them off as today’s, of the Dirtles touring the new $5 million lake house she and Sr bought. In today’s depiction of Saturdays tour, SK seemed more impressed by the Castle o’ Timber, while Dimmy was ready for Jen to give it a Sarah Knuth-inspired makeover.
Back in real time, Jen shared her favorite family moments from the week at the lake house, and poor Dummy wasn’t featured in a single photo, while Dimmy was in one photo and Stevie Kate featured in five photos.
Thursday
Stevie Kontent’s wake up call: bright lights, big shrieks, and a phone shoved in her face. You can only hide under a blanket for so long before your handlers make you greet the internet with your good morning script and declare your love for all the fat poors who fund your travel. Next up it was time to force Shein Kate into some commissionable, linkable fast fashion while pretending the Contentot put together the cheap look all on her own.
Dummy updated us she got her period and is not pregnant with SK 2.0 (whew we’re all relieved to have a brief reprieve from turtle pregnancies).
String Cheese Kate had blueberries, a bracelet, a piece of cheese and avocado toast for lunch while Kimmy had a Go Hydrate drink containing 5 calories for lunch. So 👏🏻 so 👏🏻 yummy and it totally fills her up. After less than just one day back at home, Kimmy announced it’s time to travel again - to Arizona to see friends Brooke & Justin and then to a friend’s wedding in Utah - so she’s packing all her powders and supplements and shit to shill for the next several days.
Stevie Shaving Cream played with the neighbor boy in the tub with shaving cream but they didn’t like it, probably because their stupid moms couldn’t figure out that the tub is also a great place to rinse off the mess when they’re done. So the dim moms dragged the dirty tots through the house and plopped them outside at the water table to hose them off.
Dimmy was excited when a giant box was delivered - more shit to shill! - only to realize the package contained dozens of rolls of toilet paper addressed to Stevie Charmin. Was the tot’s BFF Sam behind this? Maybe he sent the package to SK to encourage her to TP Turtle Creek Lane as his punishment to the Senior Turtles for the Mormon bucket trek! Unbothered that strangers could be sending her weird stuff through the mail, Return to Sender Kate unboxed the rest of the day’s packages while reciting The Gruffalo and dumping a plate of her food on the floor.
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In Sharp Entertainment’s latest dra-ma, the only show with more trainwrecks than the Purge on the Isle of Sodor, 90-Day Fiance: Love in Paradise, we see our protagonists- doing uncoordinated activities, will they do coordinated ones next week or, will my opener once again outshine the entire paragraph? Kill that helicopter first, he’s a dick.
April and Valentin
April is going to cook at a poor person’s house, April is going to clean the poor person’s house- whether they like it or not, where did Valentin go? Is he cheating on her with this “personal training client”, who’s going to translate for April? And tell her she’s way overdressed for this?
Valentin’s mom is very impressed that April gave her cleaning supplies, that go on your hands? Is contact dermatitis an American delicacy, mind if we bleach these plantains? You must stare at the Plantains until they boil!
And April does, she literally has not peed on 8 hours, she has been sitting in her princess chair staring at knock-off bananas, for 8 hours, at least they’re not people. But now that the people are here, where is the bathroom?
April is very impressed with the bathroom setup, she has to dump a bucket of water down the toilet to, she lied, she can hold it. Valentin is annoyed at April for her snooty rich person, I don’t want to be poor in the Dominican Republic behavior. The nerve, how very dare, can he have some money?
Lidia and Scott
Lidia is hurt and embarrassed, she is crying, is this what Chantel felt like? She has to be strong, like Chantel, things happen for a reason, like Chantel, she has to put up with her man leaving her out of nowhere like- you get, Lidia feels bad. She needs emotional support, from family.
Scott is proudly working out in the world’s smallest hotel gym, preparing to end things on a good note with Lidia. Lidia tells Scott that he is a bastard man, who should have stayed home, Scott thinks this isn’t true, also this is all Lidia’s- kawkaw? What was that? It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s- Stone Cold Steve Austin’s theme music in Spanish!
Nicole is here, is she the first entrant in the Feminist Royal Scott Sucks Rumble? It’s the translator, she’s, she’s just standing, cancel the action figures, keep the T-Shirts, Dominican Shiny Charizard can be a thing a TikTok. Did we make a prototype of the Chantel action figure that say “Bitch Ass Slut Ass Whore” and has karate chopping Pedro action, Karen’s had so many hats.
Nicole literally rolled out of bed and came here, to destroy this man, you couldn’t learn Spanish! Be a good man! I was right! Nicole uses dragon breath on the liar, the bad man- who she met through her, Lidia deserves love, and Scott deserves Fire Spin.
Nicoles tells Scott that he is a sugar daddy, his ex is using him for money, and don’t you bring up Alejandro! You roided up Groundhog, who clearly doesn’t have any anger issues. This is why Nicole wore a shirt that blends in with the wall, she had to sneak up on him to get the truth!
Scott says that he’s being slandered, but if Nicole says someone is using you for money, is that a bear, it’s crouching down, it looks tense and there, there goes, the bear had Taco Bell, look, Scott is being used- how much Taco Bell did this bear have?
Juan and Jessica
Juan and Jessica take the children to the zoo, which one are they leaving there? The one that gets out of the snapping turtle enclosure, it’s, it’s a chase, do you have jaguars? Juan has a talk with the boys about the baby, they think it’s too soon, and that this was a trap, but hey, it’s cool now, why do those Spider Monkeys have spiders and why are they looking at us?
It is now Juan’s turn to face certain death, answer for his crimes, I mean, Jessica’s friend asks him about the cheating incident, which probably, or may not have, was I the cynical one? Am I not qualified to work for the FBI? Jessica’s friend is, she went through social medias! And- it probably did happen, I also have doubts, but not threats, the cows will moo and shit over your grave.
Valentine and Carlos
Gay Colombian Jesus is having a rough time, he had an entire life planned with Valentine, and Valentine, is clearly suffering more- he has to tell his mother that the wedding’s off. And she is, shocked? Carlos is clearly the bad guy, he, talked to a woman, he isn’t, who is the mature one? Wait, isn’t Valentine polyamorous? Is he a narcissist…
Look at that bear shitting in the woods, it is nature’s vegan toilet. Any raccoons out here? I want to pet one and try not to get rabies. Would it pose for the new subreddit logo? We are the unofficial…I do not have a problem.
I give this episode 3.9/5 stars, the highlight was, Nicole being a good guy? How- is that no, tell him to leave-
Archangel Gabriel: I am exorcising your Nespresso Machine!
Oh, thank you, isn’t that part of the charm though?
Archangel Gabriel: No.
Possessed Nespresso Machine: F*** the Police!
It says that every time I bring up matcha, anyway, Jessica’s friends gets a strong honorable mention for, threatening to murder Juan, it was very- the power of Christ isn’t working, try someone else, your eternal contract, if you damage it you’re getting me a new one!
And next week, there is damage, Ana’s true intentions are revealed, Everton blows off marriage, Jessica digs her pregnant “by accident” heel in and, we meet Michelle, that homewrecker! And- she actually seems really, maybe she’ll get a bad edit.
Is it making something, oh it’s piss, is it Italian piss, Italian piss is fancy, I hope that no one takes that out of context.

Respect Predator A6718

”😍✔️✔️👌💯 🎯🎯🚀”

Archie and the gang were enjoying their usual teenage highjinks on holiday at the tropical Los Perdidos resort when a strange green meteor streaked down from the sky carrying with it a visitor from another world. Soon enough they found themselves hunted down one by one by the alien hunter known as the Predator.
Feats are marked by issue number. Ɪ = Archie vs Predator. ꞮꞮ = Archie vs Predator II.
Strength:

• Punches through a car window.^ꞮꞮ1 He looks like Archie in this feat because at the end of the first comic, Better & Veronica gave him plastic surgery.^Ɪ4
  
• Bloodies mutant supersoldier Archie’s shoulder with a mace swing then tackles him to the ground.^Ɪ4
  
• Jumps through a window and tackles the Archie robot into a wall hard enough to crack it.^Ɪ3
  
• Stabs its knife-gauntlet into a wall.^Ɪ4
  
• Stabs its knife-gauntlet into stone floor.^Ɪ4
  
• Impales Veronica.^Ɪ4
  
• Crashes through a window and impales Sabrina with its knife gauntlet.^Ɪ2
  
• Lops off Betty’s arm.^Ɪ4
  
• Tackles a larger Yautja off a rafter, beheading it as they fall.
  
• Stabs through Archie’s skull then obliterates his head with a punch.^Ɪ4
  
• Tears off Dilton’s head and spine while he’s still alive.^Ɪ3
  
• Tears Sabrina’s skull and spine off her corpse.^Ɪ2
  
• Tore out two teenagers’ skulls and spines off-panel.^Ɪ1 (Yeah he does this a lot..)
  
• Peels the skin and eyes off a severed skull with its teeth.^Ɪ4
  
• Anchors itself to walls with its grip^Ɪ4 hard enough to crack their surfaces.^Ɪ3
  
• Jumps carrying Archie up into the rafters of a gym.^ꞮꞮ3
  
• Lifts a car.^ꞮꞮ2
  

Durability:

• Shrugs off a wrench to the back of the head from Archie.^Ɪ3
  
• Takes a punch from the Archie robot.^Ɪ3
  
• Takes punches from mutated supersoldier Archie.^Ɪ4 who can match it in strength arm-to-arm and throw an axe through a metal chain.^Ɪ4
  
• Takes a point-blank grenade explosion.^Ɪ2
  
• Survives being simultaneously whacked on the back of a head with a mace and stabbed with an alien knife followed by a house engulfing explosion.^Ɪ4 He survived this at least long enough to be dragged to a healing machine.
  
• Impaled on a flagpole^ꞮꞮ4 then has his arm cut off then gets impaled again and slammed against a metal shutter THEN gets caught in an enormous gas explosion that levels a school. Emerges from the rubble fine.^ꞮꞮ5
  

Agility:

• Dodges an axe swing from mutant Archie.^Ɪ4
  
• Dodges a bust thrown by mutant Archie.^Ɪ4
  
• Dodges the Archie robot’s rocket fist.^Ɪ3
  
• Leaps over plasma fire into the rafters of a gym.^ꞮꞮ3
  
• Avoids gunfire from a close range uzi.^Ɪ4
  
• Avoids automatic gunfire from three sources.^Ɪ2
  
• Snatches his mask out of somebody’s hand faster than they can react, moving fast enough the breeze blows their hair to the side. Also slices their hand in the process.^ꞮꞮ2
  

Skill:

• Killed the entire (admittedly small) police force of Riverdale and Greendale and cleaned up all evidence of its murders at the Spellman house.^Ɪ3

Plasma Caster:

• Sends a car flying and kills one of the people hiding behind it on the spot. The car lands hard enough to crush the rest of them.^Ɪ2
  
• Blows off Pop Tate’s head.^Ɪ2
  
• Disintegrates a cat.^Ɪ2
  
• Shoots off people’s legs.^Ɪ2
  

Cloak:

• Vanishes from Archie’s side.^ꞮꞮ3
  
• Invisibly sneaks around the rafters of the gym, sniping another Yautja with its assault rifle.^ꞮꞮ3
  

Other Gear:

• A knife gauntlet.^Ɪ2
  
• Infrared vision through its mask as well as a scanner that shows it Betty & Veronica’s pulses.^Ɪ1 Can use this to spot enemies hiding in ambush.^Ɪ2
  
• A general says he’s got an invisibility cloak like film Predators, but we don’t see it used until the second series.^Ɪ2
  
• A looted assault rifle and combat knife.^ꞮꞮ1
  

Misc.:

• By its own hunter’s code, it can only attack prey that can fight back or is visibly armed.^Ɪ2 The second Betty drops an axe it’s force to reluctantly stop pointing its plasma caster at her.^Ɪ2 However, the Predator’s definition of ‘armed’ is a little generous--it registers Veronica as armed when she’s eating with a butterknife and Pop Tate when he’s carving a cake.^Ɪ2
  
• His name is revealed in the final issue by Mr. Inferno, AKA the devil.^ꞮꞮ5
  

This is an OG DD from 2/23/2021 i found it while looking into todays glitch. Sadly the Dd author seems to have deleted their account history. Reposting it as it’s own post by request. ——
Greetings Fellow Apes,
It is I, your favorite sentient workout bench, Carl Benchenstein. Today, I am here to use my time to reaffirm my maths and numberages. I am not a financial advisor, nor am I really excellent with numbers, but I can very easily twist words to try and prove a thesis. So, let’s see if that’s what I can do. Prepare yourselves to have more confirmation bias and longer lasting erections that might require a consultation with your local practitioner. PLEASE HELP ME EDIT ANY INCONSISTENCIES IN THE REALITY OF THE INTERPREATION. I STUDIED EDUCATION, ENGLISH, MARKETING AND THE WAY OF THE BENCH. NOT ROCKET SCIENCE.
Truthfully, this is more of a confession that I am addicted to research and due diligence. This is a cheap substitute for addiction counseling. Regardless, we all vices.
I have been fascinated with the 2008 VW short squeeze upon my first investment into $GME in early December. This event happened unnoticed to me due to my concentration on trying to break out of an incredibly deep depressive state. It was also tracking with the financial crisis in America’s housing sector. I was a broke sad boi with a passion for World of Warcraft. Why would I look across the pond at a phenomenon happening almost exclusively off one series of interconnected stock exchanges when I could grind Wintergrasp?
Introduction
Last week, spurred on by an associate in the hunt of new data to digest, I found an article in the Pacific-Basic Finance Journal titled Detecting the great short squeeze on Volkswagen by Keith R.L. Godfrey. At the time this piece was published, 2016, Keith was employed by The University of Western Australia Business School. You can find the article here It’s an interesting perspective especially for those who were unaware of it. The most interesting piece of the squeeze came through his analysis of Regional Price Variation (329-332). He discusses a financial pricing mechanic named the “law of one price”.
The law of one price suggests that identical securities should trade at the same price. Although this “law” lacks a rigorous scientific proof, its argument is intuitive and powerful. Arbitrage opportunities exist whenever two or more identical securities trade at different prices, provided they can be traded without substantial cost. Rational traders will exploit these opportunities, and this process keeps the prices in check.
To my glossy, yet hefty gray matter, this says stonks should be traded at the same price regardless of trading venue if it is easy to. Theoretically, $GME is traded at the same price, or closely enough, and without substantial cost due to very minimal transaction fees per trade. Thus, logic dictates that it should be sound enough to venture it is applicable here most of the time. Okay, but what happens when there is a discrepancy within the trading platforms that causes the price to not reflect its actual value?
It is foreseeable that the prices of identical securities may differ when there are impediments to arbitrage such as the lack of stock being available for one or both directions of the trade (Shleiffer and Vishny (1997) discuss such limits). I make use of this insight to identify the change in the market conditions of Volkswagen stock without needing to know the reason why the arbitrage process is failing (in this case an infinite short squeeze).
BIG WORDS. WHAT MEAN. SMOOTH BRAIN. MAKE HURT STOP.
If a trade is funked up, the price of the stock will differ from where its true value lies. Specifically, if an order is unable to be completed at one time, it will be broken up into multiple smaller order while the stock is being located which will reflect differently upon different exchanges. Yet, the entire transaction that the smaller orders are predicated upon will have already gone through. Essentially allowing the one who made the order able to reflect the balance in his account, but the market would show a fluctuation as the smaller orders are completed throughout a span of time. Imagine if you will a stone being thrown into a pond and then ripples forming from the impact. The exchanges are the pond, the stone is the massive buy order, the ripples are dilated reflections of price.
Market Conditions of the Squeeze:
Volkswagen stock traded in 2008 on eight exchanges around its home country Germany — an electronic exchange Xetra and regional bourses in Berlin, Frankfurt, Düsseldorf, Hamburg, Hanover, Munich, and Stuttgart. It also traded in euros on European exchanges such as Euronext Amsterdam and the Italian Exchange, in Swiss francs on the Swiss Exchange, and in US dollars via American depositary receipts (ADRs) on Pink Sheets. In this article it is sufficient to consider just the German exchanges.
Compare this to GameStop in 2021 which traded on not one exchange but at least 20 exchanges. 20>8. On top of that, you are able to access it from shitty apps that work through shittier funds managing your order flow directly to the exchanges. Not just your pink sheets.
Perhaps arbitrageurs will look at the regional exchanges to exploit any price disparity and thereby maintain the law of one price, but any high frequency trading strategy is likely to be implemented using Xetra data. It would be easy for quantitative analysts to overlook the possible uses for the data coming from the tiny amount of regional trading.
The majority of trading in Germany takes place on the electronic exchange Xetra, which in 2008 handled around 98.5% of the Volkswagen trades. The remaining 1.5% of trades occurred on the seven regional exchanges, predominantly Frankfurt and Stuttgart
I believe we saw an exploitative dilation today starting at 9:46 AM Eastern until after 10:20 AM. The order flow on E*Trade made it look as if the books were backed up for up to 2 minutes at a time. Example 1. Example 2. On top of that, there were weird instances reported from other apes looking at L2 data and live trades from their ends at the time.
Perhaps arbitrageurs will look at the regional exchanges to exploit any price disparity and thereby maintain the law of one price, but any high frequency trading strategy is likely to be implemented using Xetra data. It would be easy for quantitative analysts to overlook the possible uses for the data coming from the tiny amount of regional trading.
I wonder, would people heavily in the red trying to leverage every penny resort to breaking off massive trades to profit off the order flow down to the regional level?
So what?
Well, Keith formed a hypothesis that one is able to predict a squeeze based on irregularities in the first hour of trading the day before in the case of the short squeeze through the usage of a series of equations.
It becomes significant in the first hour of trading during each day of the short squeeze, and importantly it is significant a full day ahead of the price spike. It produces no false positives on Volkswagen throughout the rest of 2008 despite the high volatility from the global financial credit crisis, and it does not trigger at all on the stocks of competing automakers BMW and Daimler. (333)
Well, let’s look at his math to see if we can transpose signifiers across various markets.
QUIK MAFS
Keith dictates a formula to measure coefficient of variation on page 330 in section 4.2, which would be a valuable gauge. I haven’t exactly calculated the differences in America because I haven’t looked at any of that data on a minute level because it requires a bunch of filtering with data that we won’t have until the end of the day to see its entirety. Really, trying to understand the formula hurts my head, but it involves VWAP (not very wet ass p-word) at the end of the day.
But if some kind ape wants to assist in the endeavor and see what’s good when we have it all. I’m sure we will find something interesting happened today during the first hour of trade based on the weird way the books were fulfilled today. Additionally, yesterday there was a rebalancing of 60 thousand buys at some point that was entered into the books at 15:50 EST.
Okay, and?
We might be able to forecast a potential squeeze if there happens to be more issues regarding rebalancing of orders using regional trend data. Something stanky happened EoB yesterday and SoB today that weirdly impacted the flow of stock. Here's the values for such tiny volume.
Time Volume
9:46 1.24k
9:47 800
9:52 1.13k
9:53 100
9:54 704
9:58 534
I’m not good at numbers, but a friend of the stream is! He took intraday data from Barchart to create this two day forecast of the 24th.. Who knows if this holds any weight? I don’t. It looks pretty.
TL;DR I LIKE THIS STOCK.

I moved into my first house last summer, and one small issue that I’m trying to figure out is what to do about semi regular low level water seepage that occurs whenever we get really hard rain.
the original house is from 1808, and around 15yrs ago the previous owners updated the basement with plaster walls over the original stone and tile floors (with radiant floor heating beneath). this part of the basement is under the old house. there is no flooding in the basement below the newer part of the house, which is also less below grade because of the way the house is situated on a hill.
it’s a little more than half below grade, i’ve include a picture here to demonstrate: https://imgur.com/a/KyxKl3V
it’s unclear whether it comes out between the board and the tile or above the board beneath the plaster, but i’ll get probably a 3 - 5 liters here and a maybe half of that on the other side of the room (it might not even be that much, two towels is almost always enough to sop it up). i know there is a concrete foundation surrounding the original stone because we had to drill about 3ft through it for a new well location. there are french drains set up mostly around the front of the house so it seems at some point they had drainage issues.
the house is locally at the top of the property, but across the street the houses are higher up the hill than us which probably contributes to this issue
is something like this really fixable? is it worth the money to try or should I just be thankful that it’s manageable and work around it?

1923 Bedford Stone house

Hello! I’m very new to island sanctuary, but am hoping to get more into it for the decorating aspect :] I see that you can change the ground texture (like change it to grass or stone?), and I’m wondering:
1) is it an item you have to buy and place to cover the ground? 2) is there a snow texture or item anywhere? Besides the shoveled snow pile anyway.
I know it’s silly to put snow on the island, but I’ve pretty much given up on getting a house (I’m on Balmung) and would love to have a snowy landscape to decorate.

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
And after a while, you can work on points for style Like the club tie, and the firm handshake A certain look in the eye and an easy smile You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to So that when they turn their backs on you, You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south Hide your head in the sand, Just another sad old man All alone and dying of cancer
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone Dragged down by the stone (stone, stone, stone, stone, stone)
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner And everything's done under the sun And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer
Who was born in a house full of pain Who was trained not to spit in the fan Who was told what to do by the man Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain Who was given a pat on the back Who was breaking away from the pack Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end Who was found dead on the phone Who was dragged down by the stone

A strong gust of wind blows past Raya and Kita as they walk beneath the darkening sky. The stars beading the darkened edges, like the inside of a snow globe being covered for storage.
Their attention is shifted to the myst. Kita instinctively tries to deduce where the myst will be coming from, but the brick wall of her knowledge stops her in the process.
"Where's it coming from?" Kita asks Raya.
"It'll blow from the South," Raya answers.
"How do you know that?"
"Thunderstorms often accompany the myst,"
"So the winds suggest a thunderstorm?"
"Sure," Raya responds before pointing to the sky- in the same direction the wind came from.
Kita turns around to look up at dark, distant clouds with strobes of lightning casting menacing, white flashes on the shadowy surface below.
"So you use your eyes?" Kita shrugs, realizing the technique is not all that impressive.
"Sure, but that only works when it's too late. We won't be escaping the myst's path,"
"How do the cities escape it?"
"I'm not certain. A combination of weather analysis and the alignment of the stars,"
Kita's eyebrow raises, "How the hell would the alignment of the stars determine where the myst flows?"
"I'm no observer. I don't understand the ways of the beads in the sky," Raya chuckles.
Kita wouldn't consider herself 'unintelligent' but she knows she's not the brightest flame in the fire. Using the stars to guide the motion of a 'sandstorm' is a truly unintelligent design.
"So how long do we have?" Kita asks.
"Not long. I see a good place for shelter,"
Raya points ahead of her, at the base of a mountain with a small cave entrance at its base. Small lights radiate from deep inside the cave as the surrounding fog of the impending myst slowly starts to limit their vision.
"Ah, I'd love to camp in a cave with strangers all around me," Kita sighs, and Raya just laughs- Thinking Kita's joking, but she wasn't.
No, those people are probably poor and smelly. Ugh, she'd rather sleep in the myst than deal with the pungent smell her mind is imagining much too vividly.
"Can't we just camp out here," Kita groans.
"Are you worried they'll steal the coin you no longer have?" Raya's sarcasm has Kita rolling her eyes.
"Not all of us had servants to bring beautiful men and women to the bedroom in our castle, your Heiness,"
Raya chuckles, "Our tipi isn't strong enough. The myst is quite forceful,"
"Have you ever seen anyone get consumed by the myst?" Kita finds herself curious about watching someone die in such a horrific way. Maybe she could cast a spell that does something similar.
"I have," Raya responds, to Kita's surprise. "It's quite gruesome,"
"Oh yeah? Was it a friend of yours? Family maybe?" Kita chuckles, "Some of your citizens?"
"No…"
"Who then?"
"You," Raya responds, passing a smug smile to Kita.
"Seriously?" Kita asks in awe.
"Indeed," Raya responds. "I couldn't get to you in time, but when the myst passed. I found your… mangled body in the dirt,"
"How'd I get caught in it?"
"You didn't want to sleep in a cave with people 'lesser' than yourself, and opted to challenge the myst,"
"Haha, very funny," Kita replies, thinking Raya is messing with her.
"That's the true story," Raya chuckles.
"Huh…" Kita grunts, surprisingly unsurprised that she'd have done something so stupid. "What'd it do to me?"
"It melted away most of your skin and muscle. So much of it had deteriorated by the morning, I could see the beat of your heart through the gaps in your ribcage. Your body used over three hundred souls to stay alive throughout a single night,"
"Woah, that's pretty gross," Kita chuckles.
"It was," Raya laughs.
Ahead of Kita, the cave entrance peaks at the same size as one of those villain office doors. It tunnels deep into the cave. The walls tighten as they travel further in, following with light as they shuffle sideways through the cracks.
As Kita pokes her head out the final portion of the slender hallway. She stumbles out into a gargantuan sight. From her elevated position, she witnesses the largest cave she's ever seen- as far as she knows. Much wider than the canyon, an entire city expands amongst an isolated biome of glowing rivers and tipis scattered amongst this seemingly subsurface world.
At the cave's ceiling, dozens of large, circular tents hang suspended on chains as though they're the eggs of some gargantuan beast. All interconnected with walkways. Their only connection to the ground are long, steel wires that lead up to platforms amongst the orb-shaped homes. She can see a figure in the distance, smaller than the tip of her finger, scaling up one of these wires rapidly. With some sort of connection at their waist.
"This isn't as small as you made it seem," Kita responds. Staring into the naturally illuminated glows of purple and sapphire, coupled with the accenting glow of orange lights scattered in homes and pathways throughout the city.
"It's grown a lot since I was last here," Raya says, with an expression as perplexed as Kita's.
"When was that?" Kita chuckles," When they'd just found it?"
"... Yeah," Raya stammers.
Kita raises both her eyebrows as she whistles in shock, "Alright then, Grandma,"
Raya chuckles, rolling her eyes to look at Kita, "You're older than I am,"
At the far end of the city, a large stairway leads up to a marketplace, occupying a low, but large platform of what was probably once a gigantic boulder. With streams of people walking towards it.
"Food," Kita commands, seeing the marketplace.
"I'll set up the tipi," Rays adds. "Bring something back for me,"
"Where you thinking of setting up?"
"Over there," Raya points at a lesser occupied part of the common area. Beside the glowing lake.
"Alright," Kita nods, then heads down the pathway that leads to the marketplace.
•°•°•°•
Kita slouches over as she makes it up the last step to the marketplace, huffing heavily thanks to her poor stamina. When she raises her head she is greeted by an expansive marketplace. Stalls and stands with food and different ornaments on sale, alongside tipi's selling clothes, weapons, and all the goodies Kita could imagine. It'll be tough for Kita not to spend all of this coin.
Maybe I should have been the one to set up the tent.
She slowly walks past the plethora of stalls selling all sorts of useful items- Making her contemplate a future in which she settles down and decorates a really cute tipi with all of this useless crap she could collect. Figurines and hanging sculptures made of polished stone. With glowing liquid from the lake, flowing in all directions through the stone.
And…
Kita steps up to the table of a stall that catches her attention. And gently places her hands on a… bird. A polished dark stone accents with a purple liquid glow, flowing among its spread wings. It's shaped like that obnoxious one she'd met.
Rayn.
"Many dream of soaring the skies," Says a young, dark-skinned man with short white dreadlocks. He has an amalgamation of turquoise and white robes draped across his body.
"I'm not the dreaming type," Kita responds.
"You gaze at this piece with the eyes of one," He smiles.
"Did you make it?" She asks.
"I did," He nods.
She lifts the piece closer to her face. Casting a soft purple light into her nose as she watches this liquid flow amongst the fine details and patterns of the sculptures.
"What is that stuff?" She asks. "It flows thicker than water,"
"Most believe it stems from the depths of the cave," He lifts a larger one of his sculptures. "It does hydrate us. Some believe it does more,"
"More being…"
"We call it, Vhifet. The next life source. We see it as our world's message to us. One of future abundance. A world better than the one of the old humans. If one is to drink Vhifet, their soul will rejoin our world when the time is right, and they will be chosen to experience the era of Vhifet."
"Hmm," Kita mumbles, in an interested way. "The last thing I would want is to come back here,"
"You're not of faith?" He asks.
"The way of gods is not my concern," She responds.
"I do not mean faith in god. Do you have faith in a good future?"
"I'm not so sure I'll have one," She drops her eye contact. Taken aback by the numbness of her missing soul. Incompleteness trickles through her like an itch she cannot reach. "All that exists is now,"
"Yes, but you are not designed to only perceive now. You need not work for your future but you must believe in it,"
Kita glances up at the guy. He's got a way with words. If Kita was any more downtrodden, she'd have been converted right on the spot. Drinking the slime water and whatever other weird ritual they probably have to get a taste of that faith. But, no faith will get her soul back. To her knowledge, most faiths require their participants to have souls anyway. She's not exactly suited for the lifestyle. The religious system is rigged against the soulless.
"How much for this?" Kita asks, holding up the little Rayn statue. Trying to ignore the idiotic ramblings of her mind.
"Twenty-one coin," He smiles.
"Is a meal included? She asks, raising an eyebrow at the price.
The man laughs, raising his hand to his chest as his head leans back. "Since we had a lovely conversation, I can give it to you for Fifteen,"
Kita chuckles at the man's animated behaviour. "Alright, Fifteen it is,"
She swings her backpack around to her front and reaches in to grab some coin out of a pouch.
"Here you go," She says, taking her hand out from the bag and reaching out to him with fifteen coin in her hand. "Fifteen coin,"
The man reaches his hand out to collect the coin. And in doing so, his fingers collide with Kita's. Inducing a sudden lapse in Kita's vision. She can't see anything, or even feel her body anymore.
There is only darkness.
^{AUTHOR'S NOTES
Read ahead on RoyalRoad [https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/68702/soul-stealer-anti-hero-reincarnation-fantasy](https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/68702/soul-stealer-anti-hero-reincarnation-fantasy})
^{Kita's thoughts - Post Chapter 14
"B-I-R-D,"}

I remember reading this book about 10 years ago. It was either a Kindle book or a physical book I checked out from the library.
It's set in a rural-ish town probably in the USA, in the present day. So although there is a time travel (or perhaps parallel world) element, it's otherwise not really a sci-fi vibe.
I recall various elements, though I might be confused on some of them, so these aren't written in stone: The male protagonist lives rural. He likes to go running on a gravel or dirt road. It might be near a lake with swans on it. He could be a law enforcement officer, or a law enforcement officer is important to the story (maybe an antagonist?). I think while he is on one of his jogs, he or his wife/female love interest is shot.
I can't specifically recall what's going on with the time travel or how it works. Maybe he or someone else tries to change things to prevent the shooting, or even possibly the antagonist is messing with time. Or maybe it's something about time diverging and the protagonist somehow becoming aware of differing realities, one in which there is the shooting and one in which there is not. Maybe he even meets the other timeline's version of himself or someone else.
Also, possibly there is a young woman who is aware of the other timeline/reality and is trying to warn him of upcoming events, but I might be confusing that with a different book.
I think the story had a reasonably happy conclusion.

Hello All, Happy Monday evening!
My husband and I have been debating where to move for a while now and I think we finally have it narrowed down to two options: Grand Rapids, MI, or Rochester, NY (we would likely be living outside each city in the surrounding areas because we want a home on a larger lot - preferably at least half an acre).
We have been to Farmington (outside Rochester) and around the Finger Lakes and really liked that area. We have not been to Grand Rapids yet, but we have family a few hours away who think we would like it.
I need help identifying the differences between the two areas and which would suit us better.
Here is a little about us and what we are looking for:

• Mid-to-late 30s couple, no kids (and don’t plan on having any)
• Lean left politically
• Non-religious
• We love hiking, paddle boarding, and generally just getting outdoors, so access to nature is a huge necessity for us.
• We love farmers' markets, and coffee shops to chill at on the weekend.
• We love good restaurants, especially those with outdoor seating (for the summer, of course).
• We are not huge into nightlife or drinking, so that is not a necessity - but we do appreciate a brewery/winery with a good ambiance from time to time.
• Looking for a 3 bed, 2 bath house on a little land for <$500k
• We both have remote jobs, so we don’t need a robust job market

Thank you all so much! I really appreciate any help and input.

This case has already been covered, but I felt the write-up was a bit bareboned and could’ve gone further in depth. That write-up was around 500 words, my one has over 1800 words. I have linked their original reddit post, and I recommend you check it out, as they covered this case first.
https://www.reddit.com/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/dipz9h/karen_louise_wilson_missing_from_albany_ny_since/
Karen Louise Wilson was born on February 10th, 1963, to Taylor and Jennie Wilson. She was a popular student in high school and a cheer leader. She was then a full-time senior political science major at the State University of New York and an unpaid, full-time intern for state Assemblyman Samuel Coleman. She aspired to have a career in the foreign service.
On Wednesday the 27th of March 1985, the 22 year old vanished without a trace.
THE TIMELINE:
On the 27th, Karen went to the Colonie Center and bought a red t-shirt and a blue t-shirt to take with her on an upcoming spring break trip to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. She may have also gotten a tan at the Tanning Hut; she had booked an appointment that day but no one at the tanning salon could remember seeing her.
She was last seen in the 1600 block of Central Avenue in Colonie, New York at approximately 7:20 pm. She also called her roommate around this time, and said she was on her way home for dinner.
It was initially believed that Karen got on a bus near the Butcher Block restaurant on Central Avenue and took it to Fuller Avenue, but it was later determined that she couldn’t have gotten on the bus and probably walked instead. 3 credible witnesses would later tell authorities that they had seen her on Fuller Avenue shortly afterwards.
THE LAST 3 SIGHTINGS:
SIGHTING 1: The first witness told authorities that she saw Karen traveling southbound on Fuller Rd after she turned from Central Ave at 8:15pm.
She stated that as she approached a gas station on her left (believed to be the Workingman’s Friend Gas Station), she passed a very slow-moving vehicle, also traveling southbound. She could not recall any specifics of the vehicle's description, except that the driver was a white male in his forties with an intent look on his face. The male had a beard, brown hair with a reddish tint, and a long nose and face.
The witness then saw a female believed to be Karen, walking near a guide rail along the west side of Fuller Road near Sysco Food. By the time the witness reached Fuller Rd at Railroad Ave, she had already driven past the female.
SIGHTING 2: The second witness saw someone they believed to be Karen on the west side of Fuller Road. This was between 8:10pm - 8:15pm.
She stated that the female was walking south of the entrance of Six Mile Waterworks (also known as Rensselaer Lake) near the construction road leading west off Fuller Road. This area is located just north of the I-90 underpass. The female was walking on the grassy portion of the sidewalk, with her head down.
A smaller person of unknown sex was walking along the female’s right side "almost shoulder to shoulder" seemingly urging her up an embankment or incline into the Six Mile area. The smaller person was described as between 5'5 - 5'8 (165-172cm), and between 120-140lbs (54-64kg). When the female turned her head to the left, the witness thought she appeared nervous.
The witness also described a white male following 50 to 100 feet behind the two subjects. He was walking at a steady pace, not seeming to be gaining on the two. He was described as about 5'11 (180cm) with a slim build, in his early 20's, wearing dark pants and a waist length jacket which may have been beige. He had light colored hair (gold to red), and a beard or some other type of facial hair. The couple then returned to the sidewalk and began walking in a normal manner southbound on Fuller Road.
After the witness stopped at the red light at the I-90 ramp, and then continued southbound, she saw the couple past the dirt construction road on the right, just out from the I90 underpass.
She also stated that she saw a stopped or disabled small unoccupied black vehicle at Fuller Rd at Washington Ave Ext. The vehicle had a New York plate bearing partial plate 239 with unknown letters. The car was sedan style and believed to be about five years old. The driver's window was down about 6" and the passenger window was down about 2". She thought this was odd because it looked like it was about to rain. Also noted on the driver's side window was a hole about ¼" in diameter with cracks radiating from it. She thought that it looked like a bullet hole.
SIGHTING 3: The last sighting of Karen was by a third witness at approximately 8:20pm as he left work at the SUNY Albany Campus, and was waiting at the traffic light on Washington Ave and Fuller Rd.
He was waiting for traffic to clear so that he could turn right, proceed north on Fuller Rd and access the I-90 entrance ramp across from the Six Mile entrance. The female was reportedly seen standing on the northwest corner of Fuller Road for about 10 seconds while the witness was waiting for the traffic to clear. He believed that the female appeared to be waiting for the traffic light to change.
When he made the right turn onto Fuller Rd, the witness saw a male crossing Fuller Rd from the west side to the east side, just south of the I-90 underpass. He took a few steps up the driveway where the construction trailers were on the east side of Fuller but seemed to change his mind. He then walked south on the east side of Fuller Rd. The male subject did not appear to be looking towards Karen.
He was described as a white male with "sandy or light brown, messy or curly" hair, with a couple of days growth of facial hair. He was of average height, about 18 - 25 years old, and was wearing a jean (denim?) or aviator type jacket, jeans, a flannel shirt, and high tan construction boots.
As the witness turned right onto the I-90 ramp, he saw a lime green Volkswagen Rabbit (estimated to be a 1981 or 1982) parked along the road. There was no one around the vehicle. This appears to have been the last sighting of her, and she hasn’t been heard from since.
Due to these witness accounts, authorities believe Karen likely walked south on Fuller Avenue towards State University of New York (SUNY) at Albany. They concluded she was likely abducted somewhere near Six-mile Waterworks, the entrance ramp to Interstate 90 westbound and the Northway. The night was not well lit, and the road was not heavily traveled, making it possible for someone to pull her into a vehicle within a matter of seconds without leaving witnesses.
DESCRIPTIONS & BELONGINGS:
Karen was a Caucasian female listed at 5’3 (160cm) and 114lbs (51kg) with brown hair and brown eyes.
Investigators were unable to locate the personal belongings she had with her when she disappeared. These included: A gray cloth notebook, a blue nylon wallet with a Velcro closure, a green and white plastic bag from Ups N Down, and possibly a blue knapsack containing a yellow dress.
She was wearing a Cream-colored raincoat, a light blue short-sleeve pullover, faded blue Levi jeans and white sneakers. She also had a 14k gold ring, size 5 ½, with a turquoise zircon in raised setting along with 1/5 carat diamond on each side, a Seiko watch with a black face and gold numerals and white plastic earrings. The ring was approximately 40-50 years old.
Her dental records are available.
SUSPECTS:
1. A strange man was seen in the area around the time Karen vanished. He has never been identified and authorities have sought him for questioning, at least as a witness or possibly even a suspect.
2. Authorities announced that another suspect in the case was killed in an accidental house fire in 2013. He was never able to be conclusively linked to the case, and it’s thought he couldn’t be the perpetrator as he had reported to work at 4:00am, just a few hours after Karen vanished.
(On a personal note, this conclusion makes little sense to me. Karen’s last confirmed sighting was at around 7:20 pm, leaving nearly 9 hours in between her last known sighting and the time he clocked in to work. The last witness reported seeing her at 8:20pm which still leaves slightly under 8 hours.)
3. Authorities investigated the possibility that convicted murderer and suspected child-serial killer Lewis Lent Jr may have been involved in Karen's disappearance, but determined it was unlikely since Lent's previous victims were all children. He has not been ruled out.
THEORIES:
1. Police did investigate the possibility that Karen traveled to Florida after her disappearance as she had planned but found no evidence that she had ever left New York.
2. Her case has possible links to Suzanne Lyall’s abduction. Both were young, dark haired SUNY students abducted in the same manner. Authorities have investigated a possible link between the two. Both cases are unsolved.
The general consensus is that Karen was abducted and murdered.
PERSONAL THEORIES:
1. Due to Unresolved Mysteries not letting me add photos to this write-up I am unable to provide a sketch of the strange man seen in the area at the time. However, he has an uncanny resemblance to convicted serial killer John Bittrolff. It might be possible he is linked to the case, but this is simply an observation.
2. 2 young women were found murdered and floating in the river close to where Karen disappeared at the same time she vanished. It might be possible that the cases were linked.
CONCLUSION:
During the first year after her disappearance, Karen's family, who now live out-of-state, mailed thousands of letters pleading for information and advertising their $10,000 reward for new details about her disappearance. They have now given up hope of their daughter coming back alive, and simply want to find her body, so they can give her a proper burial and finally know what happened to their daughter.
I don’t have much hope of a conclusion for this case any time soon. It seems clear she was abducted and murdered, and without a body there is no evidence that could lead to anything. Unless her body is found, or someone comes forward, I see this case being unsolved for years to come.
Karen Louise Wilson has been missing for 38 years. If she is still alive, she would be 60 years old.
If you have any information about Karen's disappearance, please contact New York State Police at 518-783-3212.
SOURCES:
https://oag.ca.gov/missing/person/karen-l-wilson
https://www.pressrepublican.com/news/local_news/family-pleads-for-details-in-1985-disappearance-of-their-daughtearticle_36801912-fb94-5152-894d-fd9de58c0502.html
https://www.timesunion.com/7dayarchive/article/Cold-Case-UAlbany-student-still-missing-after-32-11820083.php
https://troopers.ny.gov/system/files/documents/2021/03/karen-wilson.pdf
https://troopers.ny.gov/missing-wilson-karen-louise
https://www.namus.gov/MissingPersons/Case#/5695/details
https://charleyproject.org/case/karen-louise-wilson
https://int-missing.fandom.com/wiki/Karen_Wilson

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Not happy with the care he is getting from family
My mom is kind enough to watch my son for$200 a month. I am greatful I am I know that's cheap. But at have been having issues with his care and her respecting us(me) as the parents. She through a fit because I stopped breastfeeding(only getting 3 oz a day) at 8m "is not natural" to instead do formula. She makes a bottle of formula in the morning leaves it out all day and continues to try to feed that same bottle! I told her to not do that after 2h as it could make him sick. He eats purees as well but he is so hungry when he gets home. She will not stop. She refuses to use the correct size diapers. She acts petty and pissed because she wants to go to the bar and can't because she watches him. But she doesn't tell me it's to much I hear it from my sister and she hasn't said a word. He is right on time for his mile stones has always been. She wanted me to "slow him down" so he didn't get moving so fast (she has a bad back). And I get he could hurt her back but trying to prevent mile stones seems too far. So I have another person he goes to as well and I've been trying to increase his time there but that is not okay in her books either. Mainly because she has no say at the other house. She is talking about "beating his butt" for misbehaving.. he is 8m old... I told her unless it's life threatening or gonna loose a limb she is to defer to me and my husband and no spanking. She rolls her eyes and says she is the grandma. There is so much more but those are the big ones. Last Friday I got off 8 min. Early so I stopped to get gas since I was very low. The stop evened out my arrival time, but I get there and I'm completely inconsiderate and ungreatful. I didn't realize it would be a big deal. I ended up being 2 min early. I want to just say fuck it and try to find a daycare. My mother.. was abusive when I was a preteen/teenn but I thought she had changed. I'm starting to see the controlling patterns again and I'm scared for my son. I never ever want him to experience her like that.If I do this it will cause a huge fight and I don't wanna loose my dad in all this she will make his life he'll too. Idk how to remove him without a huge blow back. She babysits him for so little and that helped alot and she only in the last month or two got bad. Tl;dr for not being happy with his care? WIBTA to take him elsewhere for these reasons?