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I've recently realized that I'm going to be near Solana Beach the same days that TMBG are performing. Seeing as the shows sold out ages ago (perks of rescheduling), if you are not able to make it to either showing, and are looking to re-sell your tickets, please DM me!

I realize I am nit-picking, but I’d really appreciate some objective opinions if I have a leg to stand on before going back to the bike shop and complaining.
I was prepping my Emonda SL6 to apply a ride wrap. It was the first time I had the bike in really bright sunlight and I was trying to get the bike as clean as possible and because of that, I started noticing a bunch of issues with the paint. I tried everything in my arsenal of car cleaning supplies but nothing worked. All of these issues look like they are below the clear coat.
In photo #1: * You can see the hazy areas near the Head tube (I wiped the whole thing down just before taking that photo, trust me- that is not just surface smudges). * You can also see what looks like a tiny air bubble by the head tube * Finally, it looks like the“K” graphic slide ever so slightly after being applied. The lines just aren’t as clean as everywhere else on the frame.
In Photo #2 you can kind of see the haze in the top tube. Its not that easy to see in person until you are in direct sunlight, at which points is really obvious.
Photo is there for a reference, no hazy areas on the left side of the frame, but there is a little air bubble trapped under the “T” graphic which you can see in pic #4.
This is my first Trek so I don’t know if this is par for their course or if I got one from a bad day at the paint shop. None of my other bikes have ever had any issues with their paint jobs so it figures the one time I buy a bike because of the paint scheme it turns out to be one of those, good from far but FAR from good PITAs..
Rather deal with this now
So, Redditers, before I go slapping a full ride wrap kit on this stupid thing please let me know:
if you guys have similar issues with Trek paint?
Is this something that Trek would consider making right under their 1 year paint warranty or am I SOL?
Or give me a good flaming so I have something to laugh at for going psycho over a bike paint job!
I appreciate y’all. M.R.

Anaw, Anaw such a goofy little fella.
Thanks, u/SpacePaladin15 for the universe
And u/VeryUnluckyDice for implanting a tumour into my brain. Also thanks to u/Xerxes250 and u/Thirsha_42 for proofreading this chapter.
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Memory transcription subject: Anaw, Venlil citizen
Date [standardized human time]: October 24, 2136
Working as a waiter at Café 5 Claws was usually a pretty simple affair. I was good at talking to customers, taking orders, and keeping them happy when needed. Occasionally send a drink over to whatever band was performing. Unfortunately today my mind was on one thing, meeting Colton.
Near the end of my work claw, I sent a direct message to Colton asking him to come to the cafe after my work claw was over.
I am going to meet with a predator. Face to face. I am actually insane.
Distracted, I tripped over a table and spilled the tray of drinks I was carrying, landing right on my face. It was definitely gonna leave a bruise. Luckily none of the glasses broke so I didn't get sliced up. I had avoided the worst outcomes, or so I thought, as I felt the familiar feeling of frone juice seeping through my fur.
Now I’m going to meet with a predator while also being delicious. I’m definitely going to die.
I got up while trying to collect all the drink glasses. I missed several times and even knocked one over a second time. My hands were shaking as I put the glasses back on the tray. Once I collected everything, Including myself. I apologised to the customers that I was meant to be serving.
“S-sorry about that guys, I’ll be right back with new drinks. I promise I’ll be as fast as I can”
I nearly sprinted to the kitchen, only slowing down so I wouldn't trip a second time.
Why am I so afraid now? I was perfectly fine last paw. Why is now, different?
Maybe a full night's sleep is all I need to realise how deranged I am?
“Anaw? Are you alright? You look like you just saw an arxur.”
It was Vemly, She was one of my co-workers but she worked in the kitchen rather than the front of the house so I don't really get to talk to her as much as I would like to. Her Wool was Almost all white except for a large splotch of black over her front. Imagine a cloud that got dipped into a pool of ink, that's what her wool pattern looked like.
Or maybe it's the fact that I’ve made myself look like a fool in front of the girl I like. Maybe that's why I’m feeling like this, so… afraid?
Trying to choose my words carefully so that I could recover any drop of coolness that I had left I responded. “Y-yeah I u-uh saw a predator but scared it away with my… uh… cool… abilities?”
Vemly laughed. Grabbing a towel and guiding me to the wash station. “Yeah, I'm sure your cool Frone Juice-throwing ability really got the vicious predator shaking in fear; And that high-pitched yelp. I'm sure that was the predator too.”
I'm gone. Any chance I could have had is gone. I'm an idiot. A dumb, stupid, idiot, moron. Is there any hole around that I can crawl into and die?
“You saw?” I asked, the words threatening to catch in my throat.
Vemly laughed again, as she started patting me down with a towel. “I did, I can smell it now too, and I don't even have a nose.”
As she said that she brought her face in closer to imitate the action of ‘air tasting’ that venlil pups sometimes do before eating a tasty piece of food.
She's so close…
My face bloomed bright orange. She laughed again making me beep in embarrassment, which only served to make it worse. My brain completely froze up, being close to Vemly always does this, drains all my thoughts, and turns me into a fuzzy mush, but it had never been this bad before.
“Anaw, seriously though, You’re usually pretty confident at the front of the house. What's got you so stressed?” Vemly moved to put the now also sticky towel away. she didn't manage to get all the frone juice out of my wool, I would have to take a thorough shower to get it out properly. I would have to talk to Colton while marinated in juice. Cleaning took so long that the work claw was probably over by now.
If he eats me then at least I won't have to live with the embarrassment.
I decided the truth was the best course of action, there really wasn't a way I could make this worse.
“I-I’m meeting a human after this.”
Vemly looked surprised at this and before I could continue she started bombarding me with questions.
“A human? Here? Where did you meet? Was it the exchange program? Have they told you about-”
I hear the front door of the cafe open. I peeked through the kitchen doorway and saw that it was Colton. He didn't see me and instead just went and sat down at the table. He looked at the four-piece of venlil at the front of the Cafe seeming interested in their playing. The band faltered a little bit but overall remained professional. They’ve probably performed in places where humans are more common.
No point in hiding, I should accept my fate with dignity.
I stepped out of the kitchen and made my way over to Colton. He spotted me and waved.
“Hey Anaw, who's this?” Colton gestured to Vemly who had apparently followed me.
I opened my mouth to speak but Vemly responded first by sticking out her paw.
“I'm Vemly, it's nice to meet you.” she introduced herself as Colton shook her paw
She seems much more comfortable around humans than I expected.
We both sat down at the table. Colton pulled out his pad and tapped the screen a few times.
“You wanted to learn about human music?”
I flicked my tail in affirmation.
Colton continued.
“Well, I thought maybe you'd like to start with a classic?” I hope Predator music isn't super loud and violent or anything.
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I am writing today with a sincere request for assistance in finding a suitable apartment in Hinjewadi near Lakshmi Chowk. As a single working professional, I am currently facing some challenges in my current living situation and would greatly appreciate any help or guidance.
I am in search of either a good 1 RK (Rent: 10K), 1 BHK (Rent: 15K), or 2 BHK (Rent: 20K) within my budget. One of the primary concerns I have is the recurring electricity and water supply issues in my current building. The building owner has been neglectful in maintaining these essential services. Despite multiple requests, he has failed to ensure a regular water supply and delayed starting the generator, causing inconvenience for all the residents. This situation has adversely affected my work and studies.
In addition to the utility issues, I reside on the 4th floor, and the absence of a functioning lift since October has become quite exhausting for me. Moreover, the building owner's general demeanor has been less than pleasant; he is consistently rude and uncooperative. I have tried addressing these problems with him on multiple occasions, but his responses have been evasive, filled with empty promises that quickly fade away after a few days.
To make matters worse, I share the apartment with my brother, and finding a suitable PG accommodation is not an option for us. The quality of food and the inability to have friends over during weekends make it an unfavorable choice.
Considering the urgency of my situation, I kindly request anyone who may have information about available apartments meeting my requirements to please reach out to me. I am willing to extend my budget by an additional 1-2K if necessary to ensure a comfortable and hassle-free living environment.
Your assistance in this matter would mean a great deal to me, and I would be extremely grateful for any leads or recommendations you can provide. Thank you in advance for your time and consideration.

Hello there, bought this game yesterday and played today for the first time.
Had no idea where I could find useful items, so I went to a near town.
I found a rifle and pants but didn’t know how the game works and after 20 minutes of equipping successfully the items, a player came in, shot me in the head and I was unconscious.
They bandaged me and we had a nice talk about god and the world and in the end, he shot me twice in the end.
10/10. Would get shot again in the head.

My sweet lil guy was hit by a car. He was an Aussie shepherd. He would have turned three in September. We had him since he was 8 weeks old. The sweetest dog I’ve ever met. He only had love. We were excited to see him grow and mature even more. I can’t believe we won’t get to see him tomorrow. I can’t sleep. My biggest fear is he was in pain and scared when it happened. My husband was there immediately and held him until his heart stopped. I feel that we failed such a gentle and young soul who needed our protection. His favorite food was apples and yogurt. He always had a sweet tooth. He was so gentle yet brave when he needed to be. He absolutely loved training and learned so quickly. He was hungry to learn and be the best companion he could be. The worst part was looking in his eyes and seeing nothing. I cut some of his hair off before we said goodbye. I took the curly bits behind his soft ears. I could have pet those ears for hours and I did many times. I just pray so so hard for my little guy that he is at peace and knows he was loved. Every cell of his was loved by us. The mama bear in me desperately wants to know he was not in pain or afraid in his final moments. Thank god my husband was there to hold him.

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So my roommate and I realized in April that we were going to have to move due to a change in our lease renewal. We found a place, but the latest they would let us move in is June 15. Our lease here ends on July 31 and I checked but there's no way to get out of it early, which means we're doubling up on rent. We also have to pay for a U-haul big enough to move our two bedroom apartment, and pay for new internet pretty much as soon as we move in (June 18 is our move-in day) bc I work from home and need the internet.
The good news is the new place is substantially cheaper. The bad news is we've been struggling financially for a while (part of the reason for the move), so paying two rents plus the cost of actually moving is...a lot. Right now, we're not even buying groceries and just trying to scrounge whatever we have in the house because every dollar has to go towards the move. We have June taken care of. They prorated the rent and we got a discount bc of an ongoing special. July we'll have to pay rent for both the old place and the new place.
I know people always say "every little bit counts" but seriously, even $5 takes a little bit of stress off my shoulders. I know that things will get better after July rent is paid. The place is cheaper, our dog just got approved as an ESA for my roommate so we won't be paying pet rent for her, and I just self-published a book last month and will be getting the first month of royalties at the end of July. But right now, I feel so overwhelmed.
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tl;dr: my boyfriend and I have been long distance for about 9 months after dating in person for nearly 3 years and I feel I may have lost my love for him during that time. How do I know for sure, and how can I break it off if it's really over?
My boyfriend and I started dating November 2019. I had just moved to the city while working a terrible and demanding job and he was in the second year of a PhD program. Naturally, when 2020 rolled around and the pandemic hit, we wound up each others' pods. Although we never actually lived together, we spent a lot of time at each others' apartments. It was tough adjusting to each others' living standards at first, and we definitely got into petty squabbles about things, but I stepped up my cleanliness/organization game to better suit his style and I think he learned to be slightly less uptight with me.
During the pandemic, I also decided to finally get serious about applying to grad school and trying to get a better career for myself since I felt my industry was volatile under COVID and also that I'd gone about as far as my bachelors would take me. From the start, I had felt a lot of insecurity about dating him because of him working on his graduate degree from a world-class school while I still just had a bachelors from a local state school and was in a dead-end situation. I had definitely wanted to get into a good university so that it wouldn't feel like there was some kind of intelligence/education disparity between the two of us.
I started applying to graduate programs and wound up getting into a great school that's considered comparable to his... but is also on the other side of the country. To his credit, he encouraged me to go, and I've been studying here since September. The transition to LDR was rough for us because of how physically close we'd been prior to that in our relationship. We have tried different ways to communicate long term (scheduled things, spontaneous things) with varying degrees of success.
In the past few months, I've come to the painful realization that I think I'm losing my love for him. I think a big part of it is just the long distance burnout and adjusting to living independent on a day-to-day level, but there may be other issues too.
I think the other big big issues on my end are:

1. Intimacy - common issue on this sub from what I can tell. We were really sexually active with each other in the early months of our relationship, but from around March 2020 (so over three years ago) he just can't seem to get and stay aroused. To his credit, he's gone to the doctor and been prescribed pills, but those haven't been successful either, and in the past year or so it feels like he's completely given up. Since we've gone long distance, he is even less interested in physical intimacy. We scheduled times to try Zoom sex (cringe I know) and he was completely unwilling to do anything.
2. Moral support - while he has always encouraged me to be the best version of myself possible, there are little quotidian things that I feel like he seems unwilling to do, and requires overly analytical explanations for why. It required a huge phone argument and two follow-up Zoom calls for me to attempt to explain to him why a simple "that sucks" would be appreciated when I'm venting about something.

These two things put together make me feel like I'm dating someone who's not really giving me the warmth that I need from him. He's in the 5th year of his PhD now, and while I am sympathetic that things are getting very busy for him, it's starting to feel like my calls are done out of obligation, and I'm not excited to see him or hear his voice anymore.
He is coming here for a visit in about a month and I think it may be the time where we decide if this is worth still pursuing. I guess I am wondering if there's anything else I need to consider before pulling the trigger, and also what the best way to go about it is.

Context ~ I caught the tail end of my dream just before I woke up and it was interesting. I think I've been annoyed with the horse racing happening nearby to where I live and my landlord owns horses but looks after them well.so horses on the brain.
Dream ~ I came out in the sun onto a balcony looking down at a wide field and my presumed garden below. There was a unique grey horse tied up outside the front of the house on the left and one on the right. It didn't feel like they were mine. But a man approaches the left one and starts poking it's bum with something quite viciously. So I'm like "hey, stop that" and he laughs. (Red flag) he looks up to his friend and nods, I didn't realise he was near me on the roof. He's ginger and thin with buck teeth and old and grubby and starts slowly walking to me. A knife appears on my other side so I just pick it up while calling my phone, point it towards him and say "f*ck around and find out" he then eases off but kind of with attitude copying what I say in a tone. No one is answering the phone and I wake up.

1.Is there a cooking stove near nuka world? That would be nice to find. I am often blind.
2.how do I get Biv to give me another assignment? I don't have the Nuka Dark and I might be missing others.
Thanks!

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Just because you’re transported to another world, doesn’t mean you’ll escape from your pain.
Abused by her parents, thirteen-year-old Frances only wants to be safe and for her life not to hurt so much. And when she and her class are transported to the magical world of Durannon to fight the monsters invading the human kingdoms and defeat the self-titled Demon King, Frances is presented with a golden opportunity. If she succeeds, Frances will have the home she never had. If she fails, Frances will be summoned back to the home she escaped.
Yet, despite her newfound magic and friends, Frances finds that trauma is not so easily lost. She is dogged by her abuse and its physical and invisible scars. Not only does she have to learn magic, she has to survive the nightmares of her past, and wrestle with her feelings of doubt and self-loathing.
If she can heal from her trauma, though, she might be able to defeat the Demon King and maybe, just maybe, she can find a home for herself.
Teaser: The fall of the Traditionalists
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The flares had gone up, but the gates remained shut. Martin hadn’t stopped staring at them since the troops had moved into position. He’d only paused to blink.
It was unlikely they’d been betrayed. The Water Tower had fallen to their forces after all. That being said, there were always delays in military operations—
Martin blinked. The gates were swinging open.
“Alright everybody! Up and at them. Mages, smoke us up! Musketeers suppressing fire!”
Cheers rang out along the line as puffs and clouds of mist and smoke began to shroud the Lightning Battalion. Horns blared as the wave of soldiers charged.
Martin was at the head of them, shield raised. He knew his kit was a little archaic, but frankly he could use the extra protection at the moment.
As they neared the gatehouse, Martin could hear sounds of battle within. As he made it over the drawbridge and into the building he could see a ring of soldiers marked with blue and red armbands trying to defend the opened second gate against a flood of soldiers coming from the main castle building.
“For Erisdale!” Martin bellowed.
He and the Lightning Battalion plunged into the melee with troops flooding through the gatehouse,.. Martin managed to slam his shield into one of Darius’s soldiers and stab them, before stepping back to look around.
Already he had teams of soldiers rushing up to help with those fighting in the gatehouse proper. Musketeers were taking position and the mages they had were casting spells at the incoming reinforcements.
There were a lot of Darius’s troops coming, though. They were rushing out of every door, and from every tower to concentrate on the breach.
Martin grimaced. He was sure that he was going to break through at some point, but it would take time. The rest would have to be up to Jessica’s team.
“Come on! We’re nearly there,” said Elizabeth.
Leaning heavily on her, Leila limped as fast as she could. They’d healed her as much as they could but she was still exhausted from the ordeal she’d suffered.
“Why don’t you just carry me—” Leila cut herself off with a Word of Power. Several soldiers were running down road leading to the Citadel, trying to intercept the pair. A fireball erupted from in front of them and smashed into the unfortunate enemies, blasting them off their feet. Leila waved Elizabeth’s arched eyebrow off. “Nevermind. Give me a moment.”
“Yeah, hard to cast if you’re being carried.” Elizabeth paushed to look behind, down toward the city. The way the Traditionalist defense line had been structured was that it left a protected section of the city between the Citadel and the Water Tower.
Before her eyes, Erlenbergian ships were pulling into the harbour, disgorging hundreds of marines and mages that stormed into the city. The Traditionalist forces that had been attempting to retake the Water Tower were now flanked. It would take time however, until they could take control of the area and make their way to the Citadel.
But at least at this moment, the gate that led up to the Citadel proper was unguarded, the drawbridge down. The soldiers having been stripped to defend the city and the main gatehouse or try to secure the harbour.
“You ready?” Elizabeth asked, glancing at Leila.
The Otherworlder shook her head. “Nope, but I need to be at Janize’s side,” she croaked out.
Elizabeth giggled. “Well, since you are hopelessly in love with her. Let’s get you there.”
Leila rolled her eyes. “Fuck you,” she stammered, but she was unable to help herself from smiling.
Scarlet was damn good and tricky to fight against. The head of the Red Order had stored a number of spells into her magical rings, which she used to vary up her arsenal. Fireballs would be followed by vines sprouting from the ground. The earth would suddenly ice up, followed by gusts of wind that would try to knock Ayax off her feet. She was also very fast, and Ayax found herself dancing around Darius’s garden, using whatever cover she could and shields to keep herself safe.
The problem was that as the fight drew on and Scarlet continued to keep throwing spells, the outcome of the fight became clearer and clearer.
Ayax was not the head of a mage order. She didn’t quite have the extensive magical equipment that Scarlet had in her possession. Scarlet also had a powerful magical gift and the cost of it was not a mobility impairment. Leila had told Ayax that Scarlet was missing an eyeball, having replaced her missing eye with a glass replica.
That pupil-less eyeball now glimmered at Ayax as the troll returned Scarlet’s fireball with a larger fireball of her own, forcing the mage to take cover behind a statue of a knight that was blasted apart. Scarlet stepped out to cast, but Ayax was faster, she had already thrown several magical cards. They slammed into the red-robed mage, crackling and popping, smoke and sparks blinding the woman. She barely managed to get a shield up but instead of hitting her again, Ayax paused for a split second before throwing more cards.
These hit Scarlet clean again and she screamed as she staggered, firing magical bolts wildly. Ayax practically just sidled behind a tree and watched the mage pant as she gathered her own power.
No, Ayax had none of Scarlet’s money or ability, but she did have years of seeing the most intense frontline combat of the Great War. She had trained against the most powerful mages of her time, Edana and Frances Windwhistler. She was a gifted mage in her own right with unparalleled athleticism and grace. And to top it all off, she had read Scarlet’s rhythm of casting and was now very much in it and messing with her.
Oh and she’d exhausted Scarlet by making her cast all the spells she had.
So when Ayax threw Frances’s lightning spell over her shoulder, Scarlet only barely blocked it. The woman was knocked backwards and slammed into the perimeter wall of the mansion.
Ayax was soon charging after her. Scarlet managed to fire a torrent of water at her, but the troll sang, drawing up a wind that lent speed to her step and pulling up a mound of earth that blocked the jet. She ducked under the woman’s clumsy attempt to cast a slashing spell at her, and slammed her staff into Scarlet’s head.
Blood poured from the cut across her skull, and the woman crumpled to the ground. Her glass eyeball popped out from the force of the blow, rolling onto the glass. For good measure, Ayax grabbed Scarlet’s wand and pocketed it. She also cast a binding spell that would stick the woman’s arms and legs together so she couldn’t get up.
Then she stared.
One of her parent’s killers was lying in front of her, unconscious and helpless. Scarlet wouldn’t even know if Ayax cut her throat with a dagger. It was more mercy than she deserved.
Biting her lip so hard Ayax thought she was going to cut herself, she turned on her heel. The troll forced marched herself away, thinking of her dear Elizabeth and how she needed help.
Step after step turned into a run and soon Ayax was racing down the city streets for the gate leading to the Citadel.
As she rounded a corner, she saw a column of soldiers fast-marching, also towards the main castle.
“Ayax!” called out a very filthy red-haired woman.
The troll ran up to her friend. “Ginger, oh dear, that was a horrible trip wasn’t it?” Ayax asked as she took in Ginger’s odor.
“Yes. I strongly advise you don’t touch me,” said Ginger. She tilted her head to another approaching mage, whose orange dress quickly gave up her identity.
“Ophelia Voidsailor, good to see you in person!” Ayax exclaimed, clasping her fellow Erlenbergian’s deformed hand.
“Ayax Windwhistler. We never settled who won the Winter Tournament did we?” Ophelia asked.
“I conceded to you if I recall.”
“Bah! That doesn’t count! I want a rematch once this is all over!” Ophelia giggled. She coughed into her fist. “We’ve secured the harbour and the Water Tower. The Traditionalist’s remaining forces are running to the Citadel.”
“Excellent, lets hope Janize holds out long enough for us to get there,” said Ginger, starting to jog again.
It was terribly un-queenly behaviour and perhaps didn’t do the best for the morale of her soldiers, but Janize decided not to sit in her throne. Rather, she was using the very large chair as cover and had opted to sit on a simple wooden chair.
Even then she wasn’t entirely safe and despite herself, she couldn’t help but hold onto a bunch of her crimson hair, as she desperately attempted to keep her breathing level.
Erisdale’s throne room featured the standard long hallway leading up to an upraised dais and two thrones. It also had a second-level gallery meant for nobles to be able to gather and watch the proceedings. This gallery comprised of two large rooms open to the throne room itself. Sculpted stone railings kept the onlookers safe. Underneath the upper galleries were two covered hallways which functioned as ways for people to go up and down the the throneroom without just walking through the main hall.
Normally, there were ways to get to the upper galleries, but the soldiers loyal to Janize had barricaded these entrances. They could not however, barricade the stairways to the entrances that were near the throne room’s main entrance and led up to the galleries. Their defense relied on them holding the throne room’s main front.
Naturally, that had been the focus of the assault by Darius and his soldiers.
“Master George, I distinctly recall you informing me the Throne room was the safest in the Citadel?” Janize mused ass stray bullets whizzed over their heads.
Crouched down beside her behind an upturned table, George smiled wanly. “Yes. It has enough space to hold the soldiers loyal to you, and the entrances can easily be blocked off. The other barricaded entrances can also be opened if we want to make a break for it. So yes, this is the safest place when you consider the other option is your personal chambers which can’t hold all your guards.” Fluidly rising to his feet, George fired a musket down and reloaded. “Hang tight, I’m going to check on the other barricades.”
Janize nodded slowly. She was getting a bit better at not wincing at every crack and whine from the spells and bullets that were sailing through the throne room door. That had been the first to fall and followed by a charge from the Traditionalists. However, the numerous barricades of tables and furniture that had been stacked to form several lines had checked the enemy’s advance.
So a vicious melee had developed at the entrance, with both sides firing guns and spells over the tops of each other’s heads. Janize was no military tactician, but she knew that if Darius’s soldiers gained the galleries, they were in deep trouble. They were also losing those galleries.
Elizabeth arched an eyebrow at Leila. They were now in the castle proper which was unsurprisingly deserted. The non-combatants having fled or hid. “Leila, where are we going. The throne room’s front door is not this way.”
“Yes, but unless you want to get completely fucked by the mass of troops probably fighting there, we’re going to have to break in to help them—” Leila stopped so quickly, Elizabeth nearly dragged her forward.
A column of soldiers were spilling out from one of the corridors into the hall. Their boots were caked in indescribable brown stuff and from this distance, Leila and Elizabeth could smell where they had come from.
At the head of the group of soldiers was a blonde woman with a cat mask. Thier were both Alavari and human and they all had light-blue armbands or hauberks emblazoned with a silver lightning symbol.
“Jessica?” Leila whispered.
“Leila, it’s been a long time.” The masked Otherworlder’s reply was cool. Elizabeth did notice a tremor in her voice.
“Jess, I’m so sorry. I was an idiot and I—”
Tearing off her mask, Jessica took several long steps to Leila and seized her in an embrace. “I missed you.”
Leila couldn’t help but cry. “I missed you too—OW!”
Jessica had flicked Leila’s forehead with a finger. Smiling, crying and scowling at the same time. “Also, fuck you for trying to blast me, several times.”
“Sorry,” Leila croaked.
Jessica gently stroked Leila’s hair. “And I’m sorry for calling you a monster.”
Leila managed a watery giggle. “I deserved it.”
The pair laughed and let go of one another. “Right, which way to save your queen? Also, you alright? You look like a wreck,” said Jessica.
“This way.” Leila said, leaning on Jessica’s shoulder for support. “Oh wow you really did crawl through a sewer.”
“Eat shit, or did you already?”
Jessica snorted. “Fuck you.”
“Glad to see you getting along, but how are we going to make sure we take down a barricade without getting shot at?” Elizabeth asked.
“You’ll see!” warbled Leila.
After dispatching a band of Traditionalist soldiers, they’d come to a doorway that looked fairly ordinary but as Leila laid her hands on the wall it shimmered. “Yo, George! Don’t shoot! Reinforcements are here!”
A slot in the door opened up and there was quick peek. From the other side they heard a great sigh of relief.
“Thank God, get in here.” Their was some scrabbling and the door swung open to reveal the blonde-haired Otherworlder warrior. “They’re making another push. Good thing you remembered the designated escape hatch.”
“Ah, you left an emergency exit, a sally port. Good idea,” said Elizabeth. “Musketeers to the galleries and check your powder before you start shoting. Jessica, Leila, get to the queen. I want a section to guard the sally.”
There was a thunderous bellow from the outside of the throne room. Then another louder one.
“They’re hyping themselves up. This is it!” George bellowed. “Leila get to the queen!”
“Holdup.” Jessica picked Leila up and leapt off the railing. Her friend screamed as they dropped down, only slowing at the last minute due to Jessica’s spell.
George stared at the pair for a moment, but Elizabeth had grabbed onto him and was dragging him. “Let’s get to the front, hurry!”
Janize peaked behind her throne. “Leila!”
The queen was soon embraced by the shaking Otherworlder. “I’m sorry. This is um, Jessica.”
“A pleasure I’m sure, but we are in a dicey spot.” Jessica ushered the pair behind the throne and began casting. Leila soon joining her.
A flood of armored knights had forced the throne room’s entrance. The sheer mass of the column was overwhelming the defenders at the entrance. Leila could see George and Elizabeth fighting furiously back to back against the tide. Elizabeth’s war hammer taking out a knight with every swing, whilst George’s spear flickered into weakspots and gaps in enemy armor like a snake. Far above on the right gallery, the Lightning Battalion’s musketeers were raining musket and magefire down on them.
Yet Darius’s troops were forcing themselves up the staircase to the left side gallery, which didn’t have the additional Lightning Battalion troops.
“Jess! Left side!” Leila hissed.
“I know, shit!” The pair turned their attention to the gallery on the left, unleashing fireballs and bolts of magic. That kept any attackers and musketeers who wanted to shoot back pinned down, but they had a mage on the left gallery that kept shielding their attacks.
It also meant the flood of attackers pouring through the throne room doors only increased.
“Elizabeth where the fuck are your troops!” Leila screamed.
Ayax knew she wasn’t going through the front door, but after running around the throne room’s upper galleries she was wondering if there was any other way in.
As she hammered on a final door, a familiar human face peeked through the slot.
“Captain!”
“Helen, good to see you!”
“Get in here and duck!” Ayax’s adjutant opened the door and lead the troll into the throne room. She instantly could see that things were not going well. Musketeers filled the gallery opposing them they were ducking behind a black-haired mage’s shield due to Leila and Jessica shooting at them. However, that meant Jessica and Leila weren’t casting at the knights charging through the throne room.
Ayax could glimpsed Elizabeth locked in a duel with another knight that she dispatched, another Otherworlder protecting her flanks. The pair were pulling back, though and the Lightning Battalion soldiers trying to come down the gallery stairs were forced to come in single line
And Traditionalist forces kept pushing. No matter how many were shot dead, the armored men and women were storming forward, stepping over the bodies of dead comrades with a desperate, furious pace. At the centre of the column was a man surrounded by the biggest and burliest knights Ayax had ever seen and with gold-trimmed armour.
It was Darius and he was in her sight. Ayax blinked, started forward and shook her head. He wasn’t the priority. He couldn’t be the priority. She could see black magic leaking out from her hand, but she forcefully kept her gaze on the gallery.
Taking a deep breath Ayax bellowed, “Clear the way!” Running forward, Words of Power pouring from her lips, she leapt over the railing.
Elizabeth was very nearly distracted by a glimpse of her girlfriend doing a superhero impression as she flew across the top of the Throne Room, carried by her magic. Ayax, her staff punched forward like a spear, slammed into the first musketeer she saw. The Traditonalists ran, trying to make space but that also gave space for Ayax to run after the panicked looking black haired mage.
Whirling her staff around, she slammed him so hard he crashed into the wall with a sickening thud. Then she was hitting the musketeers, sending them flying with her strikes. Even so, musket balls screeched by her, nearly missing her. More musketeers were pointing their weapons at her.
A massive fireball slammed into the railing, setting enemy uniforms aflame. Ayax glanced over the railing to see Leila give her a brief wave before turning back to keep firing at Earl Darisus’s guards. The troll blinked, but there was no time to contemplate, she had to keep fighting. Leaping forward, she sent another human soldier flying. Torquing around, she ducked under a bayonet stab and punted a human woman into a wall.
When she turned around to look for another opponent, Ayax froze. The remaining musketeers were fleeing, retrating down the gallery stairs and away from her. However, there was a blonde haired woman on the gallery with a fox-fur lined coat. She was aiming a musket, but not at Ayax. Instead, she was pointing it toward the dais of the throne.
Ayax’s eyes immediately took in the trajectory of the musket and the scowling dark-haired Otherworlder she was pointing it at. Leila, while taking cover from the bullets and bolts of magic from the main entrance’s direction, was exposed to the woman’s shot.
I could let her. It wouldn’t be me. It’d be an accident. Janize can’t blame us for a battle. We’d still have her surrender.
Besides, Leila doesn’t deserve to live. Why should she live after all the wrongs she’s committed? Why shouldn’t I just let her die.
Nobody would know. Few would care.
Ayax glanced down at her hands and at her staff. There was no black magic pooling around her. It was just her. Her decision to save or let die, the woman who killed her mother.
This was a woman who’d apologized and promised to let her do whatever she wanted to her. Who sought not her own safety but to protect the life and the child of the one she loved.
Ayax bit her lip and charged the enemy musketeer. However, her hesitation had cost her. She could see the musketeer pulling the trigger. There was no time for a Word of Power. Ayax slammed into her the musketeer. The weapon cracked, the bullet whizzing off course as Ayax pushed the woman over the railing.
But the screaming woman now grabbed onto Ayax and the troll found herself tumbling over.
Acting on instinct, the troll seized her enemy with both hands, her cat-like tail twisting to try to direct their momentum. The pair fell down, but Ayax was managing to get her legs atop the woman. Acting more on instinct, Ayax leapt off the musketeer, slammed into a Traditionalist knight and rolled clumsily over the ground.
Dazed by the impact, her sides and wrists screaming with pain, Ayax could just hear a stomach-churning thud. She chanced a glance and immediately looked away. The woman was very clearly dead, having hint the stone floor headfirst.
It was then she saw that standing over her was the heavily armoured Earl Darius halted dead in his tracks. He lifed his visor, and Ayax could see that despite the sweat that trickled down his face, his eyes remained wide with horror and rage.
“You killed her. You killed my daughter!” Roaring like a wounded animal, Darius swung down at Ayax with his sword. She managed to get her staff up, the metal chomping into the wood. Again and again the Earl brought his weapon down. Aching, exhausted and far far too close for comfort, Ayax scrabbled back, trying to escape. But the earl was possessed with grief and fury and the desperation of a cornered animal.
“Die! Die! Die and join your father and mother!”
Author’s Note: Oh dear, so Ayax has gotten over her anger, but… she pissed off Darius anyway!

Paul checked and rechecked the extra little bundle in his suitcase, then closed the whole thing up. Setting the case near his door, he went and gently lifted Danny from the cot, then tucked the still sleeping child into the front of his coat, as he so often had when they went out for a walk. He had rigged a spare shirt around himself as a kind of seat for the baby, so that the situation in the coat was mostly secure.
He was so careful how he went, picking the suitcase back up and slipping quietly from his room. All of his stuff was cleared out, except for some spare things he left bundled and tagged for various housemates, and he had made his bed as a sort of gesture.
Passing Daisy and Trick's room, he paused just long enough to pull the note he had written them from his pocket and slide it under the door. Then he went on, down the stairs and toward the front door.
"Headin' out early?" Nick muttered, half starting up from the sofa.
"Shhh! I... It's nothing."
"Not nothin' man. You got a suitcase, and I can see from your coat that Danny's with ya. The fuck's up?"
After a furtive glance around — was this some odd trap? — Paul shook his head and went closer to Nick.
"Look, if Mandy's not back soon, Hallie'll turn Danny in as abandoned. No tellin' where he'd end up. I... Well, I'm takin' 'im to my parents. They'll know what to do."
"And what if Mandy shows up and wants her kid back?"
"I left Daisy and Trick a note. They'll know how to reach me. I trust them."
Nick nodded, but smiled oddly.
"Ya trust me?"
"I... Sure. I mean, if I didn't, I'd've just bolted when you started talkin' to me."
Now Nick laughed and stood.
"Where do your parents live?"
"'Round Somerset. Probably at the moment they're at their little place in Cornwall. Figure if I'm already at their house with Danny when they get back... Well, they won't exactly turf me out."
"Lucky you."
Paul shrugged.
"Sure. Well. I'll see ya."
"Yup. See ya."
Paul jangled the front door open and stepped out into the early morning fog. It was not much of a walk to the station he needed, but still he felt weak and hopeless. Probably he was doing precisely the wrong thing, but what else was he supposed to do? He had heard just enough of Wally's tales of being in care to know he did not want that fate for Danny.
He had got much of the way down the street toward where he would need to make a turn when he heard the flaps of running feet behind him.
"Hey! Hey Paul, wait!"
Glancing back, he saw Nick looming through the fog, a duffel bag in one hand, seabag in the other, guitar strapped to his back.
"Nick, what the..."
"Fancy some company?"
"I mean... Well, sure. But your band..."
"Ah. That band's finished. Alf quit, and Jean means to. I can always start a new band."
"You... You wanna come along?"
"Why not? Some time outta London'd do us both some good. Well, the three of us."
Nick reached over just inside Paul's coat and ruffled the baby's hair. Paul, meanwhile, felt his heart unaccountably begin to race.
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This is my first time posting in this sub! I just have to start with, I’m at a loss. I have not been on my metformin, spironolactone, and Syeda(birth control) I usually take because my doctor wants me to try the diet/lifestyle route. Unfortunately that has been difficult for me because my household isn’t supportive of a low carb and low sugar diet and doing it on my own is near impossible. I also go for quick meals and snacks that are easily available and those tend to be unhealthy. I work in EMS and unless I meal prep which I find time to do that hard, the snacks are not healthy either.
My symptoms include hirsutism chin, sideburns, upper back, and belly, hair loss, acne along my jawline and my chest, back, and arms, oily skin, mid section weight gain, fatigue, headaches, anxiety, depression(situational too but worse from PCOS), insomnia, GI issues such as constipation and bloating, pain in my abdomen from ovaries, and irregular periods I can’t even keep track of or know when they’re coming.
The supplements I currently take from what I have researched are vitamin D due to a previous deficiency, Zinc for acne and hirsutism, Turmeric for acne and inflammation, probiotics for GI, Biotin for hair skin and nail health, multivitamin high in iron, and extra choline for fatigue and memory.
I feel like what I currently take isn’t helping enough. I wonder if I should cut some supplements out or try new ones. There’s overwhelming information from multiple sources on the internet I just don’t know where to turn to anymore that provides reliable information. My doctors don’t seem to want to educate me on PCOS other than throw pills at me and tell me to change my diet. I’ve heard positive things about fish oil, ashwaganda, and spearmint. I don’t want to rely on multiple pills to treat this but I just want to be normal. I feel like having PCOS is playing a woman on expert mode difficulty. It sucks!
Anyways I would love to hear what you’ve learned about PCOS. What hormones are affected by it? I didn’t know there were so many affected in various ways. Also what methods have you tried that worked for your symptoms? Anything would be so helpful to give this girl some motivation and hope again!

Context ~ I caught the tail end of my dream just before I woke up and it was interesting. I think I've been annoyed with the horse racing happening nearby to where I live and my landlord owns horses but looks after them well.so horses on the brain.
Dream ~ I came out in the sun onto a balcony looking down at a wide field and my presumed garden below. There was a unique grey horse tied up outside the front of the house on the left and one on the right. It didn't feel like they were mine. But a man approaches the left one and starts poking it's bum with something quite viciously. So I'm like "hey, stop that" and he laughs. (Red flag) he looks up to his friend and nods, I didn't realise he was near me on the roof. He's ginger and thin with buck teeth and old and grubby and starts slowly walking to me. A knife appears on my other side so I just pick it up while calling my phone, point it towards him and say "f*ck around and find out" he then eases off but no one is answering the phone and I wake up.

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I like to explain things online -- especially on heated issues. And I get people who commonly ask me why I'm wasting my breath. The answer is simple.
The fools have all the power. The people whom everyone else overlooks are the ones where all the power has settled. It's why churches that believe Pokemon are the manifestation of Satan still have sway in public opinion. It's why Donald Trump won. In both instances, you have people who see the potential in the group of people everyone else is saying to ignore.

GOODNESS True goodness is like water; it nurtures everything and harms nothing. Like water, it ever seeks the lowest place, the place that all others avoid.
~ Tao Te Ching

You wanna change the world?
Start teaching. Start accepting that people who aren't within your level of education aren't going to see the world as you do. And stop allowing idiots in academia to tell you that you don't have the power to change minds.
Differing minds require different social proofs. It's not that the person isn't listening to you. It's that you're babbling a different language when you cite studies and statistics -- something that person was NEVER trained to read. You might as well be speaking Russian. That person reads human beings. That person reads interpersonal communication. Try using real-life examples.
I have had so many assholes online tell me to stop wasting my breath explaining things. The thing is, I've seen the results of my explanations firsthand. I've had people literally thank me for breaking down a topic, and complain that the science wasn't more readily available to the general public. I've left comments in Ben Shapiro's videos, that contradict what he's stated, and then the next week, I notice that he changes his thinking.
The power to make real change isn't up top; it's on the bottom. 1% of the population sits up top. If you want to see change, you've gotta make it on the streets. Not only through rallies, but through real education. And that means you really have to understand an issue. You cannot just parrot lines you've heard.
I've seen so many TV programs try and confront social issues. They put someone from their respective community onstage. And that person sits there, parroting slogans. Viewers aren't going to respect you that way. They're literally taking their time to listen, and instead of educating them, you're tossing slogans out like a Christmas parade float.
Humans are comprised of 2 parts, emotion, and logic. And you have to satisfy both to convince someone.
Emotion?
"I don't think children should be able to transition."
Concern for children is very admirable. 98% of kids who go on puberty blockers continue transitioning into their adult lives.
Logic?
"There are only 2 genders" (presumably because there are only 2 sexes).
Almost every organ in the human body is coded male or female. There are hundreds of switches throughout the body which receive this signaling. Nearly everyone in the population has a portion of those switches that've been mixed. You have men whose brains favor estrogen -- they're usually more amicable, and less hostile. And women whose brains favor testosterone -- they're usually better with mathematics and science concepts. You have women with broad shoulders, and men with tiny figures. You have people with XX chromosomes who have penises, and people with XY chromosomes who have vaginas. And this is in everyone -- not just a small subset of the population.
Because of this science cannot define man or woman. Science uses deductive logic (where you take things away) or inductive logic (where you group things together). There isn't a single thing which all men share. Nor is there a single trait which all women share. Science cannot define men or women. Which means the concept is completely socially constructed.
Anthropologists often have trouble identifying sex from skeletal remains. So much so that they've developed computer programs to do it, and those programs fail at an alarmingly high rate.
Finally, an appeal to God/Nature?
Do you honestly thing the Creator of the universe would paint everything else on a spectrum, but make human beings binary. I mean, you see examples of this in your every day life. It's everywhere. Not all boys are football players, and not all girls play with dolls.
But instead of explaining this shit, and winning people over -- who will win other people over -- we're stuck with bullshit slogans that mean nothing.
If you actually want to win this "war" then you have to stop trying to go up top, and start educating people on facts at the bottom. College education isn't available to most of them -- especially in the United States. And public school is a joke.
And just because someone says, "no," to you right now, doesn't mean they won't go home and think about it. I took a course in hypnotherapy in college, and one of the main concepts in hypnotherapy is delayed action. A person may not be ready to process new information, but when they sit with it a bit, it may actually make better sense to them.
Trans issues are only one of several social which need to be tackled, but the reason this craziness is winning right now, is because people actually believe that sitting around and teaching others accomplishes nothing. It doesn't when you bombard them with statistics and numbers. But when you give them real-world examples, and make it personal for them, they start actually seeing the truth.

Those who will just troll in the comments, please refrain.
I am confused between the two. Both have their advantages for me. Please guide me
Pilani:
•Near to my city
•Better Coding culture (and Alumni Ntework)
Goa:
•Far from my city (which is also a + point in another perspective iykyk)
•Good City for exploring stuff. (Also near to Bangalore, the startup hub of India)
Batao friends 🙏

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