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2023.06.03 03:17 Sxnflxwer2584 Blue the Blue-and-Gold Macaw (Update?)
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The short of it is I work at a vet, and the clinic owner adopted 34-year-old Macae from an ailing woman who was going to senior living. I've always found birds peculiar and hard to read (as most of my experience is with dogs/cats who more readily display physical signs of agitation/distress/happiness/etc), but Blue was going to be here, so I wanted to get to know her.
My last post was the story of Blue's first (known) bite after a child didn't listen to me when I told him not to touch her. The little one is okay, and a few days after that post, my boss (clinic owner) had a discussion with his mother, and she decided to seek other care for her pets' needs. No stitches and no lawsuits -- overall, the best outcome that could be expected.
Since then, Blue's main abode has been moved to our kennel area at the back of the clinic, and she has multiple perches throughout the clinic that she visits depending on how busy it is. We've noticed that when it's busier, Blue is fussier and at the end of our days (when appointments slow down), she gets very vocal, and my thinking is she knows we won't fuss about any noise she makes as she knows there are fewer people around.
Blue has taken to mimicking dogs (barking and whining mostly) instead of people. It's super cute! Except when a client is suddenly concerned that their dog is making THAT noise. "No", we tell them, "that's a bird."
Blue and I are...at odds 😂😂 She dances with me when I sing for her, but I cannot pet her -- unless there is a peanut involved. A couple of pets may be redeemed for a singular peanut. I dont know how the deal was made but it was made. Mostly, I offered her the peanuts (I personally give her 1 or 2 daily since I don't know what else she's being fed or how often) and I would walk away to kind of...show her that I didnt have any expectations? It made sense in my head.
I much prefer it to the outright aggression she has towards one of the techs. Every time the tech walks by her, Blue lunges at her and tries to bite. I'm not good at reading birds but that seems glaringly obvious 😅 I don't know that anything has happened between them, but I do know that Blue is like this with one other technician who is (very) part time, doesn't have a key to the building, and clocks maybe 10hrs weekly.
I cant honestly remember if I've mentioned it before but Blue needs a bath. Her feathers point every which way and are clearly not lying as they're supposed to but she will not bathe herself and the one time we tried to put water on her (just a few drops from someones hands), she fell from her perch in her panic to get away. She landed talons/chest first but we still took x-rays to be sure she was okay. We also can't trim her nails or her beak.
We're a small animal hospital (cats/dogs only) so none of us have idea how to properly restrain a (very) fussy middle-aged bird, and no one is willing to potentially harm her (or be harmed themselves because shes got a wicked beak) by trying. Clinic Owner is currently out of town and has said he will try with her when he gets back, but I know he's never worked with avian/exotics before, so I'm unsure how productive that will be.
But otherwise! Blue is doing fine. She was slow to warm up but I'm hoping maybe she'll let us bathe her soon. More research required, but she (somehow) looks itchy to me (no mites spotted, just a very dirty birdie), and I would love to see her bathed.
2023.06.03 03:17 MaxTV12 I have one complaint about Tears of the Kingdom. The ending
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TOTK is a 10/10. It’s probably the best game I’ve ever played. It’s also probably going to be one of the best games that I will ever play. but there’s one thing that i don’t like. The ending. No it’s not the final boss. That was a good challenge that was rewarding and felt like a actual fight for the kingdom. The fighting in the dragon was sick. But there’s one part of this whole thing that I don’t like. How Zelda is treated.
I get that they can’t not have Zelda. But it felt like her choosing to become a dragon doesn’t have any consequences. It was a choice that should have changed this Zelda through out the whole game. After beating Gannon, I could envision in my head a cool final shot of Hyrule, The camera zooming out from Link and the sages until it shows the one beautiful shot of Hyrule with the Light Dragon flying in the sky. But that didn’t happen.
Like I said, I know that Zelda would have to change back somehow. But I would have personally liked in some sort of postgame/DLC mission of trying to find a way to change back Zelda.
Anyway that’s it. I still love this game. I still have so much to do in it, and after writing this I’m gonna go play 40 more hours.
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2023.06.03 03:15 zukkcaz Just watched todays Trillionaire Mindset, and just cancelled my TMG subscription
Trill was easily their best show, at least for me. The main TMG show has taken a total dive the past 6 months as it has become overwhelmingly apparent that Cody and Noel aren't friends outside of the show, have little to no interest in anything the other one is saying ever, and just coast through each episode while keeping it completely watered down for youtube despite having their own studio. I’ve watched every episode and joined the patreon right when they launched it, but what they produce simply isn’t worth paying for anymore without Trill. Curious if others feel the same.
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2023.06.03 03:09 gymgirl2018 Ew
2023.06.03 03:08 Any-Association-4299 People on this sub need to grow up.
I realize that a lot of you on this sub are honestly 12, but when you grow up you’ll realize that the real world is not like middle/high school AT ALL. This is in response to the post about the Hylands and Lukasiaks relationship being forced. It is very much possible that Kelly could’ve been equally close with Melissa AND Christi before the show. She possibly could’ve liked them both for different reasons even if they weren’t necessarily close with each other. Christi and Kelly have both said Paige was the first one at the hospital when Clara was born that’s not something you do for someone you don’t like, lol. The same thing goes with Diane, yes she was close with Kelly but she was ALSO close with Christi. They were talking about how Diane helped Christi out a lot when she first had Clara on the podcast. I’m not sure how well they got along before the show but once it started Christi stated that her and melissa were much better friends than the show let on. Kelly and Christi also stated several times throughout the show that they were each others best friends because they could relate to each other.
As far as the kids it’s kind of weird to analyze the relationships of elementary /middle school kids that we barely saw on screen. However just like with there moms it’s possible that Paige, Maddie, AND Chloe were all best friends. They all had a trio, made videos, took pics of them constantly hanging out together. Chloe and Paige have possibly drifted apart now but that’s normal. There are people I was close with as a kid that I haven’t spoken to in a while. Nothing bad went on but life just happens. Chloe was/is close with Nia as was Paige. Chloe was close with Kendall and Mackenzie, and she’s always been really close with Brooke and so is Maddie.
What I’m trying to say is just because someone is close/friends with one person doesn’t mean they can’t be friends with someone else. Also, I know the whole show made it seem like Maddie and Chloe were mortal enemies, but evidence actually shows they really loved each other. All the girls did…
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2023.06.03 03:04 Drakolf The Hole:
Construction was stalled, due to the Triaxi going on strike.
It wouldn't have been as big an issue if it was for reasonable accommodations- indeed, Gorfahn did everything the Union requested that was perfectly reasonable. he supplied them with more than the minimum required breathing masks, even though those things were built sturdier than FTL-dispersal shielding.
He paid them double the minimum required wage because they were good, efficient workers, and the pay wasn't enough to really be worth them getting it done as quickly as they were able.
He even went as far as going out of his way to buy from their favorite fast food joint for their lunches, and that wasn't even something the Union requested.
He knew more than anything that the best way to keep good workers around was to treat them with respect and give them good incentives to stick around. Which was why the strike baffled him.
They were demanding an increase in wages. It would have been fine if it was a few credits extra, the economy was kind of in the shitter and that would more than make up for inflation- he knew this because he checked with his accountant- a notoriously stingy bastard who cut as close to the corner as he could- and went above his recommendation.
But to be paid quadruple the minimum wage, he was barely making a profit paying them double, giving them a small boost in their pay would have him breaking even- which was something he definitely didn't want to do long-term. Not in this economy.
Gabriel was a damn good accountant, in spite of his miserly ways, he knew how to save an extra credit here and there without compromising Gorfahn's standards. "No way how you slice it, there's no way you can meet their demands without going bankrupt." He said.
Gabriel wasn't remorseless, just ruthless. His business acumen more than made up for Gorfahn's bleeding heart. If it wasn't for him, the company would have never found its footing.
"I just don't understand why they would do this." Gorfahn said morosely, the Udarik's spines rippling along his back. "Even if I had the money, I wouldn't agree to this, and that isn't even going into how they haven't given me a good reason for this."
Gabriel sighed, nodding. The Union hadn't come to either of them about this, and refused to make a statement regarding it. It was in his professional opinion this wasn't a Union-sanctioned strike. "We might have to resort to scabbing." He said.
Gorfahn flinched, he'd had his fair share of going on strike for various reasons, some of them he was ashamed to admit were for less honorable pursuits. He would have understood if this was a spite strike if he was a bad boss.
A small part of him wondered if he was.
"We might." He said softly. "But where are we going to find enough workers to cover the deadline? The Triaxi are fiercely loyal to their own kind, they'd never scab on a strike."
"Putting out a notice might net you a fine." Gabriel pointed out. "And getting the proper paperwork for it would take longer than your deadline. All we need is enough to keep us on track, our client might be willing to ignore a delay."
Gorfahn began to pace, trying to think of a solution, yet when nothing came to mind, he looked at Gabriel balefully. "I don't know what to do." He said.
"I have an idea."
The beach was out of the way, a solid hour's drive away. While the Triaxi were content to maintain their strike, and thus nothing was going to get done regardless, Gorfahn had to maintain that this was the only way to save his business and his reputation from irreparable damage.
He didn't know what Gabriel's plan was, but considering he went out of his way purchase a bucket and change into beach attire, it was certainly going to be something suitably unorthodox.
Especially since Gabriel hated spending money pointlessly.
The beach was busy, people of all species enjoying themselves, the Aquanti lifeguard lounging in their observation tank, a few fellow Udarik playing with a whizzer. Under any other circumstances, Gorfahn would have smiled.
Joy was a treasure to his kind, and its destruction was an indelible sin.
He followed Gabriel halfway to the shoreline, and before he could even ask what the plan was, Gabriel brought out a sturdy telescopic trowel and began shoveling sand into the bucket. Gorfahn stared blankly at his accountant, and knowing that the answer he would get would be redundant- like just 'Digging'- he knelt down and used his sturdy claws to dig.
The Udarik had evolved to tunnel, and sand wasn't good material for this. Compared to Gabriel's trowel, he was only really twice as efficient. Still, they continued to dig, even as the hole continuously filled itself in.
That's when he noticed something. A couple of Humans had approached, observing them.
"Alright, bucket's full, spread it along the beach." Gabriel said, providing no further clarification. Gorfahn nodded, lifted up the heavy bucket with ease, and started pouring it along the beach. When he came back, the two Humans he'd noticed were digging the hole with Gabriel, one had even brought his own bucket with him.
He didn't question what was going on, he simply understood that Gabriel had tapped into some intrinsic Human understanding and had summoned Humans to assist.
"Ayo, big guy, get us some water, yah?" One of the Humans said, pointing at his bucket. Gorfahn complied, setting down Gabriel's bucket, picking up the other one, and walking to the shoreline. Filling the bucket was simple, he just used the tide to fill it with water before bringing it back.
The number of Humans had doubled, as had the total number of buckets. Gorfahn set the bucket down, and the Humans immediately began dipping smaller buckets into it, pouring it into and around the hole- which practically instantly drained empty- and began digging more efficiently.
This begat a system in which Gorfahn would acquire more water while more and more humans were drawn closer and closer. in between trips, he heard Gabriel talking about what was going on with his workers. "So I brought my good buddy, Gorfahn, here to relax a bit while we figure out how to deal with the situation."
The hole widened before it was deepened, large rocks were brought over by other Humans, laid out gently in a pile near the hole, before finding a new home lining the walls of the hole. Some of the Humans had begun digging a channel to the ocean, which when finished caused every flow of the tide to send a small burst of water through the channel and into the hole, which was deep enough to hold water due to being level with the ocean.
The Humans whooped and hollered, jumping around and celebrating the apparent completion of the hole.
That was when the wisdom of Gabriel's plan became apparent.
More than half of the total number of Humans- seventy-eight of them- expressed that they were construction workers, that considering the situation and the fact that they were looking for work, they'd be willing to help Gorfahn finish on time.
Especially since the Triaxi were being dicks.
The next morning, the Humans arrived on time at the right destination, most brought their own tools, the rest made due with the ones Gorfahn provided. And every single one of the Humans shot the observing Triaxi dirty looks.
There was thankfully no altercation, and Gorfahn was more than willing to pay the Humans what the Triaxi would have earned- most tried to talk him down to a lower price, but Gorfahn insisted- and by the time the new building was complete, the commission earned, and the Humans paid, Gorfahn was sitting on a solid profit.
"If you ever need help again, hit us up. And if you need a Human's touch, we'll more than gladly help you, boss." One of the Humans spoke. They all gave him their contact information, and like a tornado were just as quickly gone.
"Now." Gabriel spoke. "We did make significantly less than we would have if the Triaxi had just done their jobs, but we still earned a net profit. I'm not saying we should regularly hire our new friends, maybe a handful per job to keep things flowing-"
"I know." Gorfahn spoke solemnly. He cast a baleful eye at the Triaxi. He approached them, the air was tense as they regarded one another.
"You're firing us, aren't you?" The ringleader of the strike asked.
"I'd be well in my rights to." Gorfahn replied. "Far as I can tell, this wasn't Union sanctioned, you didn't let me get a word in edgewise, and you nearly destroyed my business. Anyone else would tell you to never show your face around them again."
He looked at each worker, each averted their gaze. "I am kind because it is not a weakness." Gorfahn continued. "I paid you double a fair wage, keep more breathing masks in reserve on the off chance that one of you manage to break one, and I went out of my way to get you food you like, on my credit."
He swallowed back a surge of anger. "I will be renegotiating your contract with the Union, your wage will be docked by one fourth until the loss I took is paid in double, and I will be regularly hiring some of those Humans to work alongside you on the job, they will get the full wage I offer. If you don't like this, you're free to quit, I'll terminate your contract with no extra charge. As a courtesy."
He lowered his voice, taking on a tone of threat. "If you pull this kind of squaff again, your contract will be terminated immediately. Is this understood?"
The Triaxi nodded, they had never seen Gorfahn this angry before, some of them were surprised he didn't lash out at them.
"Good." He said. "You are dismissed. Do not disappoint me like this again."
Gorfahn turned around and stalked off, struggling to keep his spines from bristling with anger. He promised himself, no matter what happened, he would never allow his kindness to wane, but he was not going to waste time trying to keep people happy.
He would rather them be joyful for the right reasons.
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2023.06.03 03:04 omarion90909 Best 2160p remux tv Shows , Movies
Since RARBG not available any more
Iam looking for the best site to download torrent remux files
While iam searching i see alot of Recommendations about PDH and BHD
I really don’t know how they work
Let me tell you what i was doing
1- search for 2160p remux tv show or movie on RARBG
2- use magnet to download the files using qbittorrent
3- watch it on plex (;
but like what i say RARGB not available any more );
If there is any another way it will be a big help
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2023.06.03 03:01 Saturdead The Many Deaths of the Six-Door House
I’ve been waiting to talk about this. I’ve been looking for others with similar experiences, or… I dunno. Maybe I hoped I was insane. Months have passed, and I still don’t have the slightest idea what to believe. But no matter what is true and what isn’t, the memory of what happened to me is as true as can be.
And every time I put my hand to a door, I tremble.
I was looking for a house in the surrounding area. I know, being a homeowner at 27 seems like a dream. I know I’ve been fortunate. Even so, I wanted something remote, spacious, and comparably cheap.
I’d been looking for something nearby, but everything even close to a larger city quickly ran out of my price range. It wasn’t until I started looking at the rural outskirts that I started to see something realistic.
I’d been to four open house showings in the past week when I came across an ad that looked too good to be true. Another open house, but this one was just perfect. Apparently, they were looking to make a quick sale after a previous deal had fallen through.
I made my way to a small nearby town called Tomskog. There was a little billboard with a blue sunflower greeting me, and I took a hard right down a street named “Sunplenty Road”. There were only five houses there, and the one I came to look at was at the far end. Even from a distance, I could tell I wasn’t the only visitor.
I parked on the street outside and took in the sights. There was an “Open House” sign outside, again with the sunflower logo. There was a separate garage, and the house itself was smaller than expected. Homely, but small.
I was greeted by a cheerful man. He had thick glasses, a receding hairline, and the kind of “fun uncle” smile that told me he could get away with anything.
“Come on in,” he said. “You’re gonna love it.”
There was me, the realtor, and three other people. A middle-aged couple, and a younger woman. She had this messy black hair that kept poking her in the eye. Even at a glance I could tell the young woman was distraught. She wasn’t even looking around the house, she seemed more interested in the people wandering about.
The house had a simple and open layout. The bottom floor had a bathroom, a separate study room, an adjoining kitchen, and a lounge area. There were stairs leading to a sort of catwalk on the second floor, making the main room wide open. The second floor had another bathroom, a bedroom, and a guest room.
It had this sort of sullen 70’s vibe with grey and white flower-patterned wallpaper. There were little scuffs and tears pretty much everywhere, but the house itself seemed… fine.
The realtor, Anders, showed me all the details of the kitchen. He assured me that most of the appliances were to be replaced before the next homeowner moved in, and proudly displayed the new garbage disposal. It was a nice enough setup, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the young woman standing outside the study. I got the feeling that she was standing guard.
As the middle-aged couple walked downstairs, they asked her they could have a look.
“No,” she answered, with a shrug. “You can’t.”
“Don’t mind her,” Anders the realtor smiled. “Of course you can.”
“No,” she insisted. “They can’t.”
Anders walked up to her and leaned in. His demeanor shifted. They argued back and forth, and I could hear her repeat, over and over;
“This is not what we agreed to.”
The middle-aged couple and I just looked at one another. While the realtor and the young woman argued, we introduced ourselves. I smiled and gave them my name. They were named Helen and Sebastian, or ‘Seb’ for short. Typical midwestern salt-of-the-earth kind of people. They were suffering from an empty nest and seemed to want a place to start over. They made no secret about being interested in the place, although Helen wasn’t sure about having no direct access to the garage. Seb, on the other hand, wasn’t sure about the soil. He wanted a proper garden, and the soil seemed ill-fit to sustain greenery.
“Still,” Helen smiled. “Best place we’ve seen so far.”
“Sure is,” added Seb, giving Helen a little shake.
Anders kept arguing with the young woman. I could overhear her name as Whitney, and she was not willing to cooperate. Finally, Anders just pushed past her, putting his keys in the lock.
“Right this way, we’ll just take a quick peek.”
“We’re not done in there,” she said. “You can’t just-“
“It was supposed to be packed up, Whitney. I can’t help that you’re late.”
“That’s not… please. Give me an hour.”
“You’ve had plenty of hours.”
He clicked the door open and pushed it in. The three of us gave Whitney an apologetic look as we stepped inside.
The study was a mess. Old clothes strewn across various furniture, loose papers and books haphazardly thrown across a musky desk. An entire wall of bookshelves full of textbooks, ranging from discrete mathematics to philosophical physics. I stood there for a few seconds, taking it all in. Whitney pushed past us, grabbing an empty box from the floor.
“Don’t touch anything,” she sighed. “Just… look at it, and leave.”
Anders leaned over to us, lowering his voice.
“You have to excuse her,” he whispered. “There were some… complications, with the former owner.”
“Oh, she’s… the, uh, the daughter?” Seb asked.
While Anders told us about the east-facing windows and the top-of-the-line air conditioning system, I couldn’t help but to keep my eyes on Whitney. She was rummaging through the desk, dropping mementos, pictures, and notebooks into one of her many cardboard boxes. I could tell she was sleep deprived. She kept yawning.
Helen seemed eager to just leave Whitney to her grieving, while Seb kept to the practical details. He checked the hardwood floor, the insulation on the windows, the wall linings for pests. At one point, he almost knocked over a coffee table, and Whitney came running. She caught a vase that was about to topple off the table.
“Don’t… don’t touch anything!” she cried out. “Just… if you have to be here, stay… stay still!”
“I’m, uh… sorry,” Seb said. “I was just-“
“Just go over there!”
She waved her hands around, shaking the vase. There was a little rattle coming from it.
She shook it again, and I could see the color fade from her cheeks. Carefully, she tipped the vase, and something dark plopped into her hand.
A large bronze key.
Whitney pulled her hand back, letting the bronze key clatter to the floor. She covered her mouth, forgetting how to exhale. We just looked at her having what seemed, to us, like a mental breakdown.
“Nobody move,” she gasped. “Nobody… do anything.”
We all just stood there. Helen and Seb barely breathed, and I was suddenly hyper-aware of how still my feet were. Anders wasn’t impressed. If anything, he was fed up with this. He rolled his eyes, and picked up the key.
“Whitney, I’m sorry, you’re gonna have to wait outside.”
“Please, put… put that down.”
“You can put it with your things and take it outside.”
“Just… don’t move, you don’t know what you’re-“
Anders opened the door, stepped out of the study, and headed straight for the front door. Whitney dropped everything and ran after him. The rest of us followed suit.
“Wait!” she called out. “Please wait!”
As soon as Anders put his hand on the front door, Whitney stopped dead in her tracks.
“Anders, please, I’m sorry,” she said. “Just step away. Give me the key. I’ll leave, I promise. I swear.”
“That’s enough of that.”
He opened the door and took a step forward. The bronze key passed the threshold.
We’d all stepped into the main lounge by now, and I heard the door to the study slam shut. There was a sort of pressure shift, making the wind move through the main lounge. Every door in the house slid shut with a click. All except the front door, which was wide open.
But there was nothing there.
Not nothing as in no one standing there. No, nothing as in “a nothing”. Just a blank, black space.
A viscous fluid where sunlight ought to be.
Endless, abyssal, ocean.
I stared at it, mesmerized. The contrast of the bright sun coming in from the windows, bouncing off the ripples of this deep ocean doorway.
And there, in the dark, humanoids. Tall, elongated silhouettes.
Anders stepped back, but it was as if parts of him refused to move. His arms were locked in place, seemingly by an invisible force. And as he stepped back, something started pulling him in.
His limbs grew long and twisted. His knees bending and snapping at impossible angles. His scalp pulled backwards, the loose skin of his face revealing the bottom white of his eyes.
It was all he managed to say, as he was pulled into the dark. Limbs were quietly ripped from his sockets, as his human frame was bent, twisted, torn, and mangled. Black water mixing with marrow as dark shapes turned Anders into what resembled an underwater cloud of flesh and cloth.
Whitney threw herself forward, slamming the door shut, leaving the bronze key on the floor.
Screams erupted, and I didn’t even notice they were mine. It was this primal force being pulled out of me, this need to scream. Like a baby desperate for her mother. Helen backed into a corner and sunk to the floor, with Seb trying his best to comfort her. Whitney just sat there looking at the bronze key; her face breaking out in cold sweats.
I felt something turn in my stomach and headed for the bathroom. Whitney ran after me, but she couldn’t make it in time. I burst through the bathroom door and collapsed on the floor, hyperventilating. Whitney stayed outside, looking at me in shock.
“It’s… you’re… you’re fine,” she said. “You’re okay.”
I wasn’t. But compared to Anders, panicking on the bathroom floor seemed like a mercy.
Whitney stayed with me as I calmed down. Seb and Helen joined us. After a few minutes of silence, Whitney excused herself. She came back with pile of notebooks. She sat down across the hall from me, making sure not to enter the bathroom.
“My dad, he… found something,” she said. “I wasn’t sure exactly what.”
“We should… we should leave,” said Helen. “We should leave right now.”
“We can climb out a window,” said Seb. “If the, uh… the door is…”
“Just… please,” sighed Whitney. “Just stay. We’ll figure it out.”
“I-I mean no offense,” said Helen. “But what… what on earth was that?”
Whitney turned the notebook to a specific page and read aloud.
“I’ve been marooned in this house for thirty days. I never know where the Door is. Sometimes I can hear water, sometimes not. I tried the windows, but it nearly burst my eardrums from the pressure as water came rushing in. I can’t leave. I can’t move. They wait behind the Door. They wait for me to open.”
Whitney scratched her head. Helen looked back and forth, as if waiting for something to make sense. Seb just shook his head.
“What… what does that even mean?” asked Helen. “What happened?”
“It has to do with the doors,” Whitney explained. “They wait behind the Door.”
“There’s nothing there,” said Seb. “There’s light coming through the windows.”
“It’s… it’s not that easy. It’s when you open it.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
Whitney stood up and handed Helen three notebooks.
“We can argue the details of dad’s quantum entanglement experiment later, but that’s not gonna help us.”
“So… let’s just go then,” said Seb. “Let’s leave.”
“You wanna take your chances on the front door? That it won’t come back? Go ahead.”
Seb took a few tentative steps up to the front door. Helen wanted to protest, but she just started looking back and forth. Whitney crossed her arms and turned away.
“I can’t hear anything,” said Seb. “Are you sure it’s there?”
“It’s somewhere,” said Whitney. “I don’t… I don’t know the rules. It has to do with the doors.”
I got up off the bathroom floor and looked at them. Seb took his hand off the front door and stepped back. Whitney turned her attention to me.
“You put yourself at risk,” said Whitney. “That could’ve killed you.”
“The door to the bathroom. Any or all of these doors, it… it could be connected. Here, let me-“
Whitney walked up to Helen and took one of the notebooks back. She turned to one of the latter pages.
“The framework of passageway. Concept of thought. Paired in alignment, the darkness standing shy from the mirrored back of Empyrean. Realm unwilled and unbound, misshapen by collective subconscious. We cannot pass, our world-forgotten blocks dissipated. Like a bridge cannot be built of water, and a house cannot be built of wind. But the great craftsman blames not their tools; and eternal gold can be found in humble bronze.”
“Bronze,” I said. “Like the key.”
“Look, my dad, he… we weren’t on speaking terms. I’ve looked at all this for days, and all I can tell is that he was off his rocker. He died in that room.”
Whitney pointed to the study. Helen hugged Seb tight, holding back a sob.
“He couldn’t leave. He was convinced that the… the door would eat him.”
Helen sat down by the kitchen table. Thankfully, there was no door in-between the kitchen and the main lounge. Seb walked straight up to Whitney, grabbed her by the collar of her blouse, and slammed her up against the wall; his calm demeanor cracking at the seams.
“We shouldn’t be here,” he said. “This is your fault!”
“I-I didn’t know! It was all just ramblings! I didn’t have time to clear it all out, how… how could I have known?!”
“You recognized the key,” said Helen. “You chased after him. You asked him to wait.”
“That’s the only part that keeps coming back!” Whitney yelled. “Check the notebooks! The key, it’s… it’s everywhere! It’s everything!”
“So what do we do?” Seb asked. “Do we use it or destroy it?”
Whitney looked at the pile of notebooks she’d managed to gather from the study. It was only a handful of everything we’d seen in there, but it might be enough to get some semblance of an answer.
The house had six doors. The front door, the bathroom door, the study room door. On the top floor, there was another bathroom door, a door to the guest bedroom, and the main bedroom door. The bathroom door on the bottom floor was already open and considered safe. I could step in and out without a problem.
Whitney explained as best as she could.
Her father had grown increasingly paranoid since divorcing Whitney’s mother. He’d locked himself in his house, committing fully to his studies. He’d always been a bit agoraphobic, and having a reason not to leave the house was a bit of a blessing in disguise. But over time, that blessing turned into a curse. An early entry read;
“For years, I’ve longed for the presence of mind to devote myself. And now that I can, I find myself wanting. I can’t be certain. There is a Door, a passage. It binds itself seemingly spontaneously. There is a risk involved, and it is a risk I cannot take.”
Seb tried to call for help, but water started pouring out of his phone. Whitney found a page about “semi-passages” or “shortcuts”. Things that could be used as portals to another person or place. They weren’t as conceptually clean as a door, and thus wouldn’t invite “Them”, but the connection would go through that dark place. The place that, somehow, her father had stumbled upon.
I looked at the key for a long time. I didn’t dare to touch it. It was unassuming, in a way. It was old and had this sort of blocky texture; like it was made of little squares. While Helen and Seb rifled through notebooks, Whitney looked up and talked to me.
“He just wanted a way to go wherever he wanted, without having to traverse the space in-between. To just go from one door to another. All he needed was a key.”
“But why now? Why is… how are we trapped?” I asked. “We got in here just fine.”
“The realtor,” sighed Whitney. “He tried to leave with the key. I think that triggered it.”
“So how do we un-trigger it?”
Whitney shrugged and pointed to the notebooks.
We had endless discussions. We compared notes, drew out theories. Helen thought we could force the bronze key out a window, but Whitney theorized that it’d just leave us locked inside. I suggested we listened at each door, just to eliminate which ones were safe and which weren’t. We tried, but there was seemingly no way to tell. Sometimes I could hear rushing water on the other side. Scratches on the wood. Other times, nothing. Even going back to the same door, it’d sound differently each time.
We considered opening several doors at once. We spread ourselves out. I was at the upstairs bedroom door, right next to Seb by the guest room door. Whitney was downstairs by the study door, and Helen insisted on the front door. We all put our hands on the handles. I wasn’t sure if I could hear something on the other side or not; my heart was pounding too loudly.
There were six doors. Five were closed, one open. Someone was probably going to die.
“There is only ever one Door. He only speaks of it as a singular. It can change over time,” said Whitney. “This is our best shot.”
“We can’t know for sure,” said Seb. “And why do we even want to open them all? There’s nothing in the bedrooms, right?”
“We’re excluding,” I said. “Like we did with the downstairs bathroom.”
“We should close it,” said Helen. “Shouldn’t that improve our chances of… of our other doors being okay?”
“I have no idea,” sighed Whitney. “Are we doing this?”
Seb backed away from his door, taking the hand off the handle.
“It ain’t right,” he said. “None of it. It ain’t right.”
Everything erupted into an argument. Seb couldn’t bring himself to risk his life for anything less than an exit, and Helen couldn’t stop crying at the thought of that dark abyss. I couldn’t blame her. To this day, I can’t stop imagining it. Whitney, trying to act as a voice of reason, read aloud from one of the notebooks.
“The concept of the passageway, the Door, changes at the flick of a thought. An alien thought, like an invisible, uncontrollable shadow of the psyche. It refuses to be controlled. My exit could be my end; or as likely, a wooden frame. Much like we cannot control the smoke of a campfire, we cannot foresee the turning of the passageway.”
We all looked at one another. Helen collapsed by the front door, crying. Whitney was close to a mental breakdown. I felt this enormous burden settle in my stomach, like I was missing something.
“Let’s take the door off the hinges”, said Seb. “We’ll turn it into a… an arch. Then it ain’t a door anymore. You think that’ll work?”
“In theory, maybe,” said Whitney. “But how do we do that without opening it?”
“We’ll… we’ll take the whole frame off,” Seb said. “There’s a crowbar under the sink. Saw it when I checked the garbage disposal.”
Helen bent down next to the sink, put her hand on the kitchen cabinet handle. I gasped.
Was that considered a door? Could it kill her? Would it?
I imagined that dark, cold abyss. That enormous force pulling me in, turning my very form into this unrecognizable mass. Where no screams can be heard. All I’d have to show for such unimaginable anguish would be a burst of bubbles; then nothing.
“No!” I cried out. “Stop!”
But it was too late.
Nothing happened. Helen opened it, pulled out the crowbar, and that was that. But for a brief moment, I realized how Whitney’s father must’ve felt. That uncertainty, not knowing for sure if that one flick of the wrist would be damnation; or nothing.
Helen handed the crowbar to Seb, while Whitney gave me a pat on the shoulder. I couldn’t stop crying. My whole body was shaking from the sudden rush of adrenaline. Meanwhile, Seb walked up to the front door and started tapping the wood.
The theory was this; if there was no door, nothing could come through. There was no point in doing a test run, because if it didn’t work, someone would lose their life either way. It was better to have an honest chance of getting out.
Whitney gathered towels. She had this idea that, maybe, water might start leaking if the door was turned into a semi-passage, like a window. If so, we might have to find a way to quickly stop the flow.
By the time we got the towels, Seb started working on the door frame. As that first crack rang out, I heard a click.
The front door slid open.
Without a moment’s thought, Seb pushed it close. It had barely opened an inch.
We all held our breaths. We were fine. Nothing was happening.
“It’s… it’s clear!” Helen called out. “There’s nothing there! I saw it, it… it was nothing!”
“It can change!” Whitney yelled back. “We can’t take that risk again!”
“Like hell we can’t.”
Seb put his hand on the front door, but Whitney tackled him. The crowbar fell to the floor as Helen rushed forward to help.
“Listen!” Whitney yelled. “Just listen!”
A rumble, like a great whale passing in the distance. It was right there; on the other side of the front door.
Without a word, they all stood up and backed away. The door shook from the passing force. Something was definitely there.
“Then… then the rest should be fine,” said Seb. “We can get to the study.”
Whitney nodded, and the two of them burst into a sprint. Helen wasn’t convinced, but didn’t know what to say. Whitney dropped her crowbar, and as she bent to pick it up, Seb opened the door to the study.
Panic exploded. Helen grabbed his arms, trying to pull him out. Whitney crawled backwards, closing her eyes and covering her ears. I couldn’t watch. All I heard was Helen, screaming his name, over and over. There was a gargle. A scream turning into an inhuman screech, like a burning pig.
“Sebastian!” Helen kept repeating. “Sebastian! Sebastian!”
There was a click, and then nothing but crying. I looked up to see Helen collapsed against the study door. It had slid shut from the pressure on the other side.
“I’m… I’m coming, Sebby,” she cried. “I’m… I’m-“
She opened the door again.
And there was the study, just as we’d left it.
Helen collapsed on the floor, curling up into a fetal position. She kept making this child-like yowling, scratching the surface of the hardwood floor, as if trying to dig Seb back into reality. But there was nothing left. Not even water droplets on the floor.
Then there were her arms. She’d held on until the door had slammed shut. Her sleeves were torn, and her arms bloody. Not much, but there were these round little suction marks. They were already bruising, with spots of blood poking through the skin.
I sat by Helen as Whitney started rifling through the study. There were more notebooks, more theories, more diaries. Notes about experiments, clever tricks, and attempts. So far, every idea to understand the rules were in vain. We couldn’t make sure. No matter what, we could never be truly sure.
Two open doors. Four closed.
I don’t know how many hours passed. I managed to get Helen to the couch, but she was inconsolable. She could barely comprehend words anymore. She didn’t blink, and she could barely breathe. There were no coherent thoughts in her mind, just… darkness. This awful, soul-sinking darkness.
Whitney propped up the open doors with books and towels, to make sure they wouldn’t accidentally close. All the while, she kept trying to convince herself.
“We keep opening them one by one,” she said. “If we can get it to manifest in one single place, and keep that door open, we should be able to leave by another.”
The sun had started to set outside. For all intents and purposes, this still just looked like a house. The windows were clear, showing the greenery outside. Maybe it was all a lie. Maybe none of it was really happening.
But looking down at Helen, and her unblinking eyes, I knew it was the realest thing I’d ever experienced.
“We… there’s three of us,” I said. “Four doors. We can’t make it.”
“No, that’s perfect,” nodded Whitney. “That’s… we open all but the front door. It manifests. Then we can get out through the one safe remaining door.”
“Unless we all die. There’s nothing that says it can only be in one place.”
“It is implied,” said Whitney. “If you got a better plan, just tell me. But unless you want to starve to death, we gotta-“
“Starve?” I interrupted. “Is that what…”
I looked back at the study, where Whitney said her father had died. No words were necessary. She took a deep breath and nodded.
“He couldn’t bring himself to try,” she said. “So we have to ask ourselves what we want. A long but certain death, or a violent risk at life?”
The fridge, the freezer, and all the cupboards had been cleared out. Whitney found some raisins for us to share while we pondered what to do. Helen couldn’t eat. She stared blankly ahead, waiting for her mind to come wandering back.
It was dark outside. Whitney rolled the bronze key between her fingers.
“I wonder how he did it,” she sighed. “He never made any sense to me.”
“Maybe it doesn’t make sense,” I shrugged. “At least not to us.”
“Then what made him so special?”
“Well, he did have a lot of books,” I said, reaching into a pile we’d gathered from the study. “Just look at some of these.”
“Astrology of Abraham, Channels of Esoteric Geometry…”
“I like this one,” I said, holding up a little red book. “Diary of Emmett Rask.”
“Right. But it doesn’t beat the…”
Whitney pulled out another book from the pile, turning it over.
“… the thirteen faiths of the blameless mother.”
I shook my head, looking over at Helen. A handful of raisins slipped between her fingers. She didn’t even bother closing her hand.
Looking back at Whitney, I sighed.
“You’re right,” I said. “We have to try.”
So we did.
We lined ourselves up on the top floor. Helen on the far right, near the bathroom. I was on the far left, by the guest room. Whitney was in the middle, by the bedroom. Helen didn’t understand. She just mimicked us.
“We’re gonna open on three,” said Whitney. “And no matter what we see, just run. Run downstairs, and just… go. Get out.”
I nodded. Helen didn’t.
I tightened my grip. I saw Helen follow my lead, giving me an exhausted look. She could barely keep her eyes open.
I started doubting which way to turn the doorknob. I’d turned a million doorknobs throughout my life, but that was the first time I’d really thought about which way to turn it. I imagined myself hearing water. Bubbles. Distant rumbles. I tried telling myself that it was all imagined. Fake. Tricks of the mind.
But in my heart of hearts, I knew it wasn’t.
We opened our doors.
All I saw was a well-made bed. A bag of toiletries; probably Whitney’s. I left the door open and turned around.
Helen was smiling as the darkness welcomed her.
“Come on!” Whitney screamed. “Leave her!”
The door to the bedroom was open. Clear. But I was standing just ten feet away from an endless abyss. Helen looked at it, as if searching for something. She touched the surface with an outstretched hand.
“Seb, honey,” she cried. “Sebby, please.”
A pulse shot through her. I could see the hair on her arm stand up. Her veins turning black.
In an instant, her flesh unraveled as it flayed itself from the inside out. Her scream stifled as something pulled her in, leaving splotches of blood behind from the outline of her feet. A pained moan escaped her; only to be turned to harmless bubbles in the pressurized void.
Whitney grabbed me by the neck and pulled me downstairs. We ran to the front door. We looked back a final time, just to make sure it was still manifested upstairs.
It was still there. We’d sacrificed Helen, but we’d make it out.
Whitney pulled the front door open – and stopped.
We’d been wrong.
Whitney turned to run as an impossibly long arm grabbed the flesh of her back; straight through her clothes. It pulled her back.
I crawled away, not being able to close my eyes.
“Help me!” she cried out. “For God’s sake fucking help me!”
I shook my head, not knowing what to do. I’ll never forget those desperate eyes. The betrayal. The pleading. She fought every inch of the way. She dug her nails into the hardwood floor. She kicked. She pulled. She screamed. But for every second she stayed, the more painful it was.
With a final snap, the fingers dug into her spine; folding her like a lawn chair.
A lifeless body, dragged across the floor. Unceremoniously pulled into the dark with a quiet squelch.
And the door, slightly damaged by Seb and his crowbar, slid shut.
I was all alone.
The door to the guest bedroom and the main bedroom remained open. There was the bathroom and study downstairs. Just two closed doors left; the bathroom and the front door. Both closed. Both… wrong.
There was no right answer.
I must’ve stayed there for days. I found some trail mix in Whitney’s bag. I had water. I could shower. I had a change of clothes. I scoured the notebooks over and over and over, trying to find the slightest hint on what to do. There had to be some way of knowing for sure. There had to be.
It wasn’t until I came across a final note that I realized it was over. It read;
“By will alone, we cannot make ourselves right. Right is right, independently of our actions and intentions. We cannot control that which never was, and we cannot be part of that which will never be. There could be no more perils for me to face, and yet, I cannot bring myself to leave. There is no certainty in the unknown, and I choose not to live by chance alone.”
I cried myself to sleep at night. I banged on the walls. I even tried opening a window, only to have my left eardrum blown out from the pressure drop. Got a nasty nosebleed as well.
I tried reading. I tried making up little worlds in my head. I imagined myself safe and sound.
But it was useless. In those final hours of desperate loneliness, I knew I couldn’t fool myself any longer.
I was going to die.
I found myself with my hand on the front door. I learned every crease of the wood. The temperature of the metal handle. I listened to it. Studied it. At times, it was quiet. At other times, it wasn’t. Sometimes I imagined it quiet, other times, I imagined voices coming from the other side.
Maybe I wasn’t imagining it.
Finally, I grasped the bronze key. Starving, exhausted, and mentally broken – I opened the front door.
And there, on the fresh-cut lawn, was another realtor.
Just as confused as I was.
So, turns out I was only in there for about 16 hours total. And to this day, no one seems to remember neither Anders, Seb, Helen, or Whitney. According to every document I can find, the owner of the house had no children. The cars parked outside were unregistered. On paper, it seemed like the entire world had forgotten that these people were ever part of this plane of existence.
I don’t think anyone’s lying here. There was a sincere disbelief and confusion to every piece of my story. To onlookers, I seemed like a squatter that’d gone insane.
I’ve tried to find anything about this. They won’t let me go back to read the notes. The investment firm who owns the real estate company swept it all under a rug and tore the place down. I suspect they were the ones who made the bronze key mysteriously disappear from the evidence room.
I’ve tried to find copies of the books I found in there. Some of them have been seen in passing on strange message boards, and one just keeps making my computer turn off whenever I try to google it. Who the hell is Emmett Rask anyway?
If anyone knew these people, or have heard about this phenomenon, please… I need to know I’m sane. I need to know this isn’t all a dream. I need to know I won’t wake up with my hand on that front door, having imagined living a life back outside.
This has to be real. I am real. There is nothing on the other side of the door.
Go ahead, listen. There’s nothing there.
It can’t be.
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2023.06.03 03:01 Consistent_Object979 UPDATE- 15 cm Complex Ovarian Cyst.
UPDATE- First I want to thank everyone for their support and the advice given. It helped me figure some things out. Anyways I took her to the ER in Liberty Mo. It was a long 6 hour wait. But they did do a Ultra-Sound and a CT scan. The doctor was able to get us a quick referral and i mean like the next day. We visited the Gyno and he was able to get us in touch with the Gyno Oncologist to perform the surgery. She is going into surgery next friday to have this cantalope sized tumor removed. I dont know how the doctor can tell that it looks cancerous or not but he says it looks very suspect. I guess the good news is that we were able to get in pretty quickly. He also said that all her other organs look healthy. Her lymph nodes also looked normal. They did do a CA125 blood test but we are still waiting on the results for that. He said that the tests are not very accurate though. Either way she is getting the surgery and if it is cancer then it looks like it was found in a pretty decent amount of time. I'm praying every step of the way until she is better. It's so hard not to show her my emotions but I have to because its best for her. Again, thanks for all the support and advice. I'll keep you all updated as we work through this.
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2023.06.03 03:00 BabyBunnBunn98 24 [F4M] Usa, Jacksonville, Florida little one looking for a gentle daddy dom (local only 21 to 35)
About me Physical Attributes: Height- 5'6 Weight- 179 Eyes- brown Hair- black
NOT LOOKING FOR HOOKUPS, SEXUAL ONLINE FUN OR THE LIKE. UNSOLICITED NUDES WILL GET YOI BLOCKED AND REPORTED.
I'm going to try my best to describe myself when I'm not in little space. I love to watch YouTube people like (Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, and other YouTubers like them. I love video games, I grew up with a Gamecube and Gameboy Color. I also play World of Warcraft (for the horde). I have steam on PC with tons of games.
I am a huge animal lover. If it's cute and especially fluffy, I will pet it and hug it. I love wildlife. I have six cats and one dog. I am the daughter of the cat lady who had twenty plus cats because people dropped them off at our house. They lived outside, but we loved them with all our heart. I owned two bunnies.
When in new places with people I don't know, I don't like crowds, my anxiety goes up and I start, I suppose ticking I'm unsure if it's the right word, I get nervous, can't speak well, I wear a special necklace (brothers dog tags with my moms ring) I tend to play with the tags to keep me calm. I have other comfort items, too. I tend to get overwhelmed easily.
I'm normally shy, goofy as can be, I'm clingy, kind-hearted cuddly, sweet, and clever. I tend to keep to myself. I also have depression that has gotten really bad in the past. The scars show me where I have been but not where I'm going.
I have an interest in many things such as crafting, building, exploring, and learning. I do crochet with yarn or loom. Fishing. Will try most things once. I have a violin. (I don't know how to play) i want to learn how to play instruments like piano and guitar. I love to read fanfiction, mostly naughty. The goal of mine is to lose weight, im really thick, and i dont like it.
My music is mostly metal to classical, dubstep, chillstep, and nightcore. Bmth, now 21 pilots are my favorite.
I love goldfish crackers, animal crackers, all kinds of fruit and veggies. Chicken nuggets, of course. I have a stuffie collection that I love so much, I must cuddle with my bear while I sleep, or I become bratty and whiny. Sippy cups are awesome, I own a few. Coloring is my favorite past time, helps keep the mind clear. I'm clingy as hell, I will bug you mostly wanting something (but would be worried that you find me annoying low self-esteem)
I like to dress up, I don't have much little clothing, I like to wear big T-shirts and panties. (Especially when it's 90°F outside) Bubble baths and rubber duckies. When winter comes, I become Linus and carry a blankie around. (Habit from my brother wrapping himself up even in summer, so I do, too)
I would love my daddy with all my heart, I love rules, routine (helps with anxiety because I know what to expect) I love to be his stuffie, I want to show him so much love, I want to help him after work.
I can be wild and a loon, extra goofy when sleepy. I will most likely behave, but I love punishments. I need guidance to be more into little space and being a little. My little side can slip out anytime and say hewllo.
Mmm, yes, the fun stuff. I kinky as can be. Chains, whips, and spanking just all of it can get me going. I love wearing butt plugs with a tail ( I don't own any right now). I do own a strap on and many toys.
I want to please my daddy in all ways. All holes are open to him and only him. (Fantasy of him letting his friends play with me) being pinned down, rough deep fucking with a hand on my throat, making me look into his eyes, nonstop fucking until I cum over and over if I have the permission of course, to sweet slow fucking, until I become a mess of a puddle underneath him. This baby girl does swallow and begs for her daddy.
The ceremony of being collared by him after sweet, sweet love is what I desire to be happy when the time comes.
And the rest is what Daddy only knows....
My idea is that daddy is 21 to 35 years old. Must be local or willing to travel to see me often (Must be in Florida) (No car) my preference is white guys that are tall than (5'6) I like to look at my daddy dom with puppy eyes. A fit and active lifestyle would be great since I am not and would like to help to lose weight and etc. Gaming, anime, and other common interests would be a plus. I want a kind but strict daddy dom that can discipline me to have a more healthy lifestyle and a routine. I don't want to waste anyones time. No kids, I don't want any, no 420, I don't drink because of meds and no smoking. So if you do, that's fine. Just don't be beyond drunk.
I do have a bad past with bad doms, so it's a bit difficult to trust someone again. im scared to love another, and I heard all those sweet words before turning into daggers into my heart. But if you have an interest in me, I do have snap for verification, I do voice and video chats. I'm very clingy and needy
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2023.06.03 03:00 ISaidBiiiihh Is this a steal for a 4090 prebuilt?
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I've been looking around and haven't found anything that's at this competitive of a price point for a 4090 build and the supporting specs from my research are premium. submitted by ISaidBiiiihh to Prebuilts [link] [comments]
The only known issue I was aware of with this build is the 5600 mhz RAM was only getting 4000 mhz at launch because of issues with the proprietary motherboard, but Lenovo said it was recently fixed with a BIOS update.
2023.06.03 03:00 AutoModerator What are the benefits and side effects of Ashwagandha?
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2023.06.03 03:00 04Fedor Firestorm 120: Book the first edition of a new AEW tournament
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CM Punk returns for the launch of Collision as expected and from the start of Collision to the beginning of this booking he does not interact with MJF or the elite at all. He doesn't even go on dynamite. Instead, he rekindles his feud with Samoa Joe and is still unable to defeat The Samoan Submission Machine. Wednesday November 8th Dynamite
On the previous week's dynamite it is hyped that Tony Khan has an absolutely massive statement to make. He announces that there will be a one time only Pay Per View to take place on December 31st called AEW: Endgame. He talks about how MJF is holding the AEW World Championship hostage with his contract running down. He announces a tournament to take place culminating on the winter is coming episode of Dynamite where the winner will challenge MJF at endgame. The segment comes to an end as the bracket is flashed on the screen.
Bracket Saturday November 11th Collision
To kick off the tournament we see a close match between Samoa Joe and Malakai Black. Most of the match is striking based between the two. However in the end it is Joe that is able to nail a massive muscle buster on Black to put him away. Wednesday November 15th Dynamite
It is on dynamite that we see an absolute WAR between Miro and Keith Lee. The two bring out the best in each other and after 12 minutes of pure brutality Lee is unable to life Miro up for the spirit bomb and the Game Over seals his fate. Saturday November 18th Collision
In an absolutely massive episode of Collision we see two first round matchups on the same show. The first is Bryan Danielson vs Eddie Kingston. Throughout the match we see Danielson consistently fighting from behind which should get him more of a face reaction as he is being built back up. In a callback to their classic in 2021 we see Danielson once again have Kingston stuck in a triangle choke only for Kingston to pick him up and slam him to the mat. This however is not enough as Danielson eventually comes out on top with 2 running knees in succession to get the three count.
Later in the night we see CM Punk take on Andrade el Idolo. In a surprisingly one sided match Punk is able to neutralize the offense of Andrade and he gets the win with a GTS. Wednesday November 22nd Dynamite
The first tournament matchup of the night is between Roderick Strong and Adam Page. In a reverse of their first matchup a decade prior, Page is the favorite while Strong is the one who is trying to make a run up the card. This time however, Page will not be denied and he is able to dispatch Strong with a Buckshot lariat to advance.
The second matchup of the night is in the main event and it is another chapter of the Moxley/Omega saga(their first matchup since the cage match months ago). This time Omega is the one that comes out on top after he nails Moxley with a One Winged Angel. Saturday November 25th Collision
Adam Cole and Pac main event the show and the two go all out. At the end of the match Pac misses the Black Arrow and Cole capitalizes with a german and he finally finishes the match with the Panama Sunrise. Wednesday November 29th Dynamite
Here we see a match between Claudio Castagnoli and Darby Allin. A hungry Darby comes out with something to prove in an attempt to get even with MJF. Despite controlling most of the contest he still falls short to the brutal offense that is displayed by Claudio. Updated Bracket Saturday December 2nd Collision
To kick off the second round we see a match between Danielson and Miro. This match closes the show and gets 30 minutes. To start the match, Miro unleashes his mighty power, violently shoving Bryan down multiple times, electrifying the crowd with each forceful blow. But Bryan refuses to back down, retaliating with lightning-fast strikes of his own. But when it seems like a comeback is possible, Miro launches a devastating knee strike that sends Bryan hurtling out of the ring.
Showing his resilience, Bryan recovers and launches a barrage of thunderous kicks to Miro's body. Miro charges forward, but Bryan expertly counters with a waistlock. However, Miro's sheer strength propels him out of the hold, executing a bone-crushing running shoulder tackle. Bryan refuses to be defeated, sprinting off the ropes and delivering a jaw-dropping clothesline followed by a breathtaking dropkick that sends Miro sprawling out of the ring. Bryan's determination pushes him to the edge as he prepares for a daring suicide dive, but Miro snatches him out of midair. With incredible force, Miro executes a release belly-to-belly suplex on the unforgiving floor. The crowd is in awe as Miro ruthlessly hurls Bryan into the solid steel steps. Miro follows up with not one, but two thunderous suplexes, sending shockwaves through the arena.
Miro seizes control, applying a dominating chinlock for what seems like an eternity. With the turnbuckle as his weapon, Miro mercilessly whips Bryan into it, shaking the entire ring. However, Bryan refuses to be defeated, summoning his last reserves of strength to deliver consecutive running dropkicks. Yet, Miro proves his resilience, responding with a brutal Samoan Drop, leaving the crowd on the edge of their seats. Miro showboats to the crowd which gives Bryan an opening. Unleashing a flurry of ferocious kicks to Miro's chest, Bryan momentarily gains the upper hand. But Miro, unbowed, catches him in his grip, only for Bryan to ingeniously counter into a lightning-fast kneebar submission. Miro teeters on the edge of defeat, almost succumbing to Bryan's relentless assault. But Miro is able to summon his inner strength, powering out of the submission and delivering a gutwrench suplex. As the crowd erupts, Miro follows up with a jaw-dropping release German Suplex.
In a breathtaking display of athleticism, Bryan counters a second Miro suplex attempt, landing gracefully on his feet and he delivers a roundhouse kick to Miro's head. Bryan relentlessly pummels Miro with a barrage of knee strikes to the head, stomping with unyielding fury. The crowd is on its feet, chanting in sheer admiration as Bryan attempts his signature running knee strike, only to be caught mid-air by Miro, who executes a bone-rattling Powerbomb. Miro, overcome with emotion, points skyward, seemingly communing with his divine power. His fervor reaches its peak as he locks in the fearsome Game Over submission. Bryan, however, refuses to surrender, summoning every ounce of fight in his body to crawl towards the bottom rope. Undeterred, Miro savagely stomps on Bryan's back, determined to enforce his dominance. Once again, he applies the Game Over submission, but Bryan summons his remaining strength, rolling over and trapping Miro in the LeBell Lock, targeting his left arm and head. Miro fights back with a furious onslaught of punches. Bryan refuses to relent, transitioning seamlessly into the same triangle that gave Eddie Kingston problems, delivering thunderous elbows to Miro's head. The intensity reaches a fever pitch, but Miro resorts to desperate measures, using eye-gouging tactics to break free. Undeterred, Bryan retaliates with punishing kicks to Miro's body, but the Bulgarian Brute absorbs the blows and counters with a ruthless kick to Bryan's ribs. The two warriors ascend the turnbuckle, and in a breathtaking display of agility, Bryan executes a heart-stopping DDT off the top rope
As the crowd erupts in a frenzy of anticipation, Bryan seizes the moment, poised to deliver the final blow. With a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, he unleashes a running knee with unmatched precision, colliding with Miro's skull. The impact is thunderous, and the Bulgarian Brute crumples to the canvas. The referee dives into action, sliding into position to administer the three-count. The entire arena holds its breath as the referee's hand strikes the mat once... twice... and with a deafening roar, the final count echoes throughout the arena.
Danielson is overjoyed with his victory and he cuts a promo after the match which redeems him in the eyes of the fans. Wednesday December 6th Dynamite
It is here that we see Adam Page and Kenny Omega go to battle once again. All the tension that they tried to put to the side resurfaces. As the deafening cheers of the crowd fill the arena, anticipation hangs heavy in the air. Both men, having shared a tumultuous history, find themselves standing on the precipice of an opportunity that could alter the course of their careers. As the bell tolls, a moment of hesitation lingers between Page and Omega. Their eyes meet, conveying the unspoken bond they once shared, as well as the lingering memories of their past battles. Their admiration for one another tempered by the overwhelming desire to claim victory and secure a shot at MJF. Both of them wanting be AEW's hero.
The match begins with a cautious approach, each wrestler studying the other's movements, searching for a weakness to exploit. Page, with his cowboy spirit, displays his trademark agility and strength, executing flawless suplexes and lightning-fast strikes. Omega, the virtuoso of the squared circle, responds with masterful counters and breathtaking high-flying maneuvers, leaving the audience in awe. As the match progresses, the hesitation slowly fades away, replaced by an intense competitive fire that burns within both men. Page's determination to prove himself worthy of the championship opportunity pushes him to new heights, delivering awe-inspiring dives from the top rope and bone-crushing power moves that send shockwaves through the ring.
Omega, showing a side of him that we have not seen since Full Gear, demonstrates why he is considered one of the greatest wrestlers of this generation. With his signature V-Triggers and mind-bending submission holds, he takes control of the match, methodically wearing down Page. The crowd's emotions surge as they witness the clash of these titans, torn between their admiration for Page's underdog spirit and their respect for Omega's undeniable skill.
In a heart-wrenching moment, Page summons his last ounce of strength, refusing to succumb to defeat. With a surge of adrenaline, he unleashes a flurry of hard-hitting strikes, stunning Omega and igniting a glimmer of hope within the crowd. But Omega, driven by his insatiable thirst for victory, fights back with unyielding ferocity, displaying his arsenal of devastating maneuvers that have made him a force to be reckoned with. As the final moments of the match approach, both competitors are pushed to their physical and emotional limits. The crowd, fully invested in the narrative unfolding before them, erupts with fervor, their cheers echoing throughout the arena. In a moment of sheer brilliance, Omega executes the One-Winged Angel and he pins Page to the canvas for the three-count.
The sound of the bell signals Omega's triumph, and the crowd rises to their feet in a mixture of admiration and bittersweet emotions. Page, though defeated, is given a standing ovation for his incredible effort, his heart and determination shining through the loss. Omega, a mix of relief and satisfaction, stands tall as the victor, knowing that he must be the one to dethrone MJF. Sunday December 10th ROH Final Battle
Another battle in the storied rivalry between Punk and Joe. Punk and Joe face off on the Collision before the PPV and both Punk cuts a promo about how he NEEDS to defeat Joe and he NEEDS to defeat MJF but Joe cuts him off. Joe mentions that Punk has never beaten him before and at the end of the night it will just be more empty promises from Punk as the two brawl to end the show.
The match erupts into a furious display of athleticism and strategy, with Punk unleashing his lightning-fast speed and quick thinking while Joe relies on his unrivaled power. Punk's determination to overcome his past defeats fuels him, igniting a fire within his soul. He throws caution to the wind, unleashing a relentless assault on Joe, leaving no opportunity for his opponent to recover. Punk surprises Joe with an array of unexpected maneuvers. His agility allows him to evade Joe's strikes, while his calculated precision lands devastating blows. The crowd's excitement builds with each near-fall, their cheers echoing throughout the arena.
Punk summons the spirit of their past battles. He employs tactics that have troubled Joe in the past, pushing the Samoan Submission Machine to the brink. Every move carries the weight of their shared history, as Punk looks to rewrite his story and emerge victorious. As the match reaches its climax, Punk executes a series of awe-inspiring moves that leave the crowd in a state of awe. The atmosphere crackles with electricity as Punk, determined to defy the odds, delivers a thunderous Go to Sleep to a staggered Joe. The impact reverberates through the arena but the referee is only able to slap the mat twice before Joe kicks out.
Joe rises and looks to deny Punk once again as he tosses Punk to the corner. Joe sprints at Punk but Punk is able to move out of the way! Punk lays into Joe with knees and kicks. He turns Joe around and walks to the apron. The collective realization washes across the crowds face as they see what he’s attempting, A PEPSI PLUNGE! Punk nails his finisher and finally is able to keep Samoa Joe down for a three count.
The crowd erupts in a frenzy of jubilation as Punk emerges triumphant, his long-awaited victory finally secured. The moment is an emotional culmination of his journey, a testament to his unwavering resolve and refusal to be defeated. The arena reverberates with the deafening cheers of fans who have witnessed history unfold before their very eyes. Punk stands tall, his body battered and bruised, but a victorious smile etched upon his face. The segment ends with Punk calling out MJF and telling him that he’s coming for that title. Wednesday December 13th Dynamite
It is on this dynamite that we see the first ever singles matchup between Adam Cole and Claudio Castagnoli. Right from the opening bell, the action explodes with a flurry of technical mastery and high-flying maneuvers. Castagnoli utilizes his power to dominate the early moments of the match, delivering thunderous European uppercuts and a gutwrench suplex that shakes the ring. The crowd erupts in awe as Cole, manages to counter with a lightning-quick enzuigiri, staggering Castagnoli.
As the match intensifies, Cole unleashes a barrage of strikes, hoping to keep Castagnoli on the defensive. He connects with a devastating superkick that sends Castagnoli crashing to the mat, but to everyone's surprise, Castagnoli kicks out at the last possible moment, igniting a wave of disbelief and excitement among the audience. Undeterred, Cole seizes the moment, scaling the turnbuckle to deliver the Panama Sunrise. He nails the finish cleanly but CASTAGNOLI KICKS OUT WITH MILLISECONDS TO GO!! Castagnoli, fueled by the roar of the crowd, rises to his feet, delivering a series of blistering uppercuts that leave Cole reeling. The momentum shifts as Castagnoli launches himself off the ropes, executing a jaw-dropping Big Swing, twirling Cole around with incredible speed. The audience is in a frenzy as Castagnoli transitions seamlessly into the sharpshooter, applying immense pressure on Cole's legs.
With the crowd on the edge of their seats, Cole fights tooth and nail, refusing to submit. He summons every ounce of his fighting spirit, clawing his way to the ropes to force a break! Claudio realizes that he must go deep into his bag and he slams Cole to the ground with a brutal powerbomb. Castagnoli then scales the turnbuckle, ascending to the top rope. With precision and grace, he launches himself into the air, executing an awe-inspiring MOONSAULT that connects perfectly with Cole's prone body. The impact is earth-shattering, and the referee's hand slams the mat for the three-count. Updated Bracket Saturday December 16th Collision
Before the main event match between CM Punk and Bryan Danielson we get a hype package. Both men are in backstage interviews and they talk about their history with MJF and each other. The anticipation is palpable as the bell rings, signaling the start of this epic semifinal clash.
Punk wastes no time, immediately targeting Bryan's leg with a vicious assault. He locks Bryan in a devastating leg lock submission, applying immense pressure. The crowd erupts in awe as Bryan summons every ounce of strength to fight his way out of the hold, showcasing his incredible resilience.
With both competitors already showing signs of fatigue due to the unforgiving schedule, Bryan launches a flurry of lightning-fast kicks, trying to gain the upper hand. However, Punk's determination shines through as he mounts a relentless comeback. He stomps on the back of Bryan, unleashing a surge of aggression, while the announcers amplify the intensity of the moment. Punk unleashes a thunderous kneebreaker, exploiting Bryan's vulnerable state. Seizing the opportunity, he hurls Bryan over the top rope, crashing onto the unforgiving floor. Sensing victory within his grasp, Punk continues his assault, ramming Bryan into the security wall, leaving a lasting impression. As both competitors make their way back into the ring, Bryan refuses to stay down. He unleashes a missile dropkick and the near fall electrifies the arena, with the fans on the edge of their seats.
Recognizing Punk's vulnerable state, Bryan seizes the moment, applying an excruciating abdominal stretch. The commentators emphasize the effects of the grueling tournament on both men, as they continue to push their limits. The crowd rallies behind Punk, acknowledging his resilience despite his sore ribs and back from previous encounters Punk summons his inner strength, fighting back with a tenacious figure four leglock. Bryan, known for his ability to escape holds, struggles to break free and refuses to relent, inflicting punishment on Bryan's already battered body. Bryan reaches the ropes to the delight of the roaring crowd.
The battle reaches its crescendo as both men unleash a flurry of strikes and near falls. The dueling chants echo throughout the arena, showcasing the crowd's appreciation for the remarkable athleticism and heart on display. Each passing minute intensifies the struggle, with fatigue threatening to overcome them. In a pivotal moment, Bryan attempts a superplex, aiming to put an end to Punk's run. Punk is able to shove Bryan off the ropes but BRYAN PULLS PUNK DOWN WITH HIM!!
The energy in the arena reaches a fever pitch as Punk and Bryan engage in a slugfest, refusing to back down. Punk's determination shines through as he delivers a devastating running knee to the corner. Bryan's valiant efforts fall short, allowing Punk to counter his bulldog attempt. Summoning every ounce of energy, Punk unleashes a barrage of offense, showcasing his unmatched skills. In a heart-stopping moment, Punk delivers a GTS that connects squarely with Bryan. The crowd explodes as Punk goes for the cover, securing the victory. Wednesday December 20th Dynamite
In the highly anticipated semifinal clash between Kenny Omega and Claudio Castagnoli, the stakes are sky-high. Both men step into the ring, their bodies weary from the demanding tournament. The atmosphere crackles with anticipation as the bell rings, signaling the start of this electrifying encounter.
Omega and Castagnoli waste no time engaging in a technical display of skill and power. Omega, known for his agility and speed, unleashes a barrage of lightning-fast strikes, forcing Castagnoli on the defensive. Castagnoli, a powerhouse in his own right, counters with raw strength, overpowering Omega and leaving the crowd in awe. As the match progresses, the weariness from the tournament becomes apparent. The intensity rises as both competitors dig deep, showcasing their unwavering determination to secure a spot in the finals. Omega, a master of mind games, strategically targets Castagnoli's weaknesses, seeking to exploit any opening.
The action reaches a fever pitch as Omega and Castagnoli exchange high-impact maneuvers and near falls. The crowd hangs on every moment, torn between their admiration for Omega's innovative offense and Castagnoli's awe-inspiring power. Each move brings them closer to the edge of their seats. Sensing the end drawing near, Omega unleashes a sudden burst of energy. He hits Castagnoli with a flurry of devastating strikes, leaving his opponent reeling. Omega pauses for a second and then seemingly makes up his mind. GTS!!! Omega nails Claudio with a GTS and picks up the limp Claudio then hits a One Winged Angel! The referee's hand slaps the mat for the three-count, solidifying Omega's victory. The arena pulsates with energy as Omega revels in his triumph, setting the stage for an epic clash between him and Punk in the finals. Saturday December 23rd Collision
Kenny Omega makes his first ever Collision appearance in this episode. As the night ends we see an intense face-to-face confrontation between Omega and Punk. The arena crackles with anticipation as they lock eyes, their gazes piercing through the tension in the air. The crowd erupts into thunderous cheers, fully aware of the significance of this moment.
Omega, the self-proclaimed "Best Bout Machine," exudes confidence. Punk, the embodiment of rebellion and defiance, stands tall, fueled by the fire that has fueled his career. The atmosphere is electric as the cameras capture every second of this historic encounter. Microphone in hand, Omega unleashes a torrent of verbal jabs, taunting Punk about taking his ball and leaving and questioning his ability to defeat him. Punk, known for his sharp wit and unyielding determination, remains composed, absorbing Omega's words and plotting his own retort.
With the tension reaching its peak, Punk finally responds, his voice filled with conviction. He says that ever since he came to AEW all he’s wanted to do was beat Kenny Omega's ass. He acknowledges Omega's prowess but reminds him of their unfinished business. The crowd hangs on Punk's every word, knowing that the battle between these two warriors will be one for the ages.
The segment concludes with a heated staredown, the air thick with animosity. The anticipation for their clash at Winter is Coming reaches fever pitch as fans eagerly await the culmination of this bitter rivalry. December 27th AEW Winter is Coming
The bell rings, and the match ignites into an explosive start. Punk and Omega waste no time in unleashing a flurry of high-impact maneuvers, showcasing their athleticism and technical prowess. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, witnessing a masterclass in professional wrestling. The pace of the match is relentless, with both competitors pushing their bodies to the limit. Punk and Omega engage in a series of near falls, each count sending shockwaves through the arena. The crowd is completely invested, their cheers and gasps echoing throughout the venue.
Omega, fueled by his determination to prove himself as the best, pulls out all the stops. He unleashes a breathtaking display of aerial maneuvers, leaving the crowd in awe. Springboard moonsaults, top-rope dives, and lightning-fast strikes become the norm as Omega showcases his full repertoire. The audience is swept up in a wave of excitement, unable to tear their eyes away from the captivating action unfolding before them. Punk, refusing to back down, counters Omega's onslaught with a ferocity of his own. He employs his technical expertise and hard-hitting strikes, creating moments of high drama and intense back-and-forth exchanges. The crowd is in a frenzy, their cheers echoing through the rafters, as they witness the clash of these two wrestling legends.
The match extends well beyond its expected duration, reaching an unprecedented length that exceeds all expectations. The endurance and determination of both Punk and Omega are put to the test as they dig deep into their reserves, summoning every ounce of strength and willpower. In a jaw-dropping moment, Omega executes a mind-boggling sequence of maneuvers, leaving the crowd in stunned silence. His innovative offense leaves Punk struggling to keep up, showcasing Omega's undeniable talent and skill. The crowd erupts in thunderous applause, recognizing the brilliance of Omega's performance.
As the match enters its climactic final moments, the tension in the arena becomes almost unbearable. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, holding their breath with every near fall and near miss. The atmosphere is charged with emotion, as fans are torn between their support for Punk and their admiration for Omega's resilience. In the end, Omega unleashes the One-Winged Angel, catching Punk off guard. The arena explodes with an eruption of cheers, as Omega secures the hard-fought victory.
Final Bracket Epilogue
You could go either way with who wins at endgame. I would probably lean towards it going to Omega but there could be a great story with the whole MJF contract business.
2023.06.03 03:00 velolove42 Powerkit Solar Issues
Hello everyone I am having trouble with two out of three solar panels that are hooked up to my Ecoflow Powerkit.
All of this is installed in a van and all was working beautifully until recently. We initially noticed our 160w panel was no longer pulling more than 40w. Then the two 100w rigid panels on the roof were only producing 80w. Granted we didn't have a multimeter with us and chalked it up to being the winter, sun low, etc.
I finally got to a multimeter and decided to check all of our panels, connectors, wires, etc.
Our two 100w panels are ecoflow rigid panels mounted to our roof. After testing with a multimeter, isolating connections etc. I have found only 1 of the panels works. The non working panel is not putting out any amps or maybe .01 at best. I called ecoflow to get a replacement and I am now told I need to wait for a mailing label, figure out how I'm going to box it up and send it back to ecoflow for it to be tested. At that time they will either fix or replace. No timeliness was given by the representative.
This is highly disappointing as we live full time in our van and when we decided on this system we went with it in part because we were told there was a no questions asked warranty....now we will need to go without a solar panel for who knows how long and figure out a way to get it shipped to us at a now unknown location.
My second problem is my portable panel which is also ecoflow brand. I tested with a multimeter and it is reading 18v with 4.9 amps in full afternoon sun. However when I plug it in to the power hub it only shows about 16v with 2.3a pulling only 40w at best. I replaced a bad mc4 connector that just pulled out (was only half crimped), same reading. I tried all new wiring to the power hub...same reading. I don't know where to go from here.
Frankly I'm at a loss with these panels and the system. It's been like our old sprinter....great when it works but a lot of issues that require time and my time is valuable! I'm starting to regret this purchase. I get very little help from customer support other than "that's just how it is".
So as of now my 360w system is pulling 117w on a good day. If anyone has any advice, or troubleshooting tips I can go through please let me know. I would much rather figure this out on my own and get back on the road rather than call ecoflow customer service again!
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2023.06.03 02:55 Suspicious-Item-9886 THE GAME , IT’S WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF AND HOW YOU TALKED ABOUT “US”
The entire time. Even though what I thought was our best moments. Was nothing more that a “dead time filler”. An emotionless convenience. Cheap help. Something to discard when not needed anymore.
I knew of your activities, and cut ‘em short when they were briefing me. 2 years back. My mind blocked what it learned. My mental firewall. It started cracking when you put it out their that you despised of….out of spite. Eventually it suffered a total collapse. A few days ago reading who you spoke. Both during and right after. The “activities” you participated in. Both during and after. I know now, about what I knew before, but refused to believe. The heart was very naïve, inexperienced and stupid. And that is my fault. And mine alone to deal with.
(And against my wishes on full display for all to see)(and btw,FUCK Y’ALL)
Well, you won the game. But we both know you’ll not stop your campaign unless I start growing them flowers. I read something you wrote a while back that said something to that effect. It was before your disclosure in regards to actions you’ve taken with a good shot of spite. You couldn’t have been more clear of your intentions and feeling towards me. You showed me. But I was too stupid to acknowledge, to believe what I saw and was hearing. That fact that these chickens in the attic are…well chickens in the attic is more that enough proof that it’s all true. You said you didn’t meet any of them since that birthday party in ‘18. And the ones you’ve never met…well the proof is in the attic or running across my roof at night. If you actually broken last year but I’m sure you already know about that..
I have to go now. Do you want I don’t believe what you were telling me the whole time more like showing me. Can’t do any more damage what you’ve done. I don’t think anybody can. So you get bonus points for that.
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2023.06.03 02:55 JaneDi A response to the post "I do not believe that MJ is the bio father"
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I wasn't going to respond but since this post is being reposted around in MJ spaces and it's filled with misinformation. I will respond to the incorrect statements.
But this is not a strong enough defense for PPB being MJ's, specifically Paris. Debby's eyes are blue and this is the most logical reason why Paris's eyes are also blue. People like to bring up that because Joe's eyes are green (they are not blue, they are green) and believe he carries the allele for blue eyes, hence why she has blue eyes. This is a weak defense because light eyes are caused by the lack of melanin being developed. All eyes are blue underneath. Green eyes are the rarest eye color in the world, even more rare than blue. Also, both green and brown eyes are dominant over blue eyes. I'm not discounting the possibility of the recessive gene taking over, but I find it highly unlikely that she would have blue eyes if Mj is her father. Katherine and Joe had 9 children together who all had dark brown eyes. (also in order for there to be a 50/50 chance of a child having blue eyes, one parent has to have two parents with blue eyes and the other has to have one parent with brown and the other with blue. Joe has green eyes, which reduces this chance even lower).
This entire passage is just.....clunky. But I will try my best to unpack it.
For starters. Paris, like Joe does not even have completely blue eyes. Her eyes can look blue or green depending on the lighting. Since her eyes can look green sometimes, but there are no pictures of her mother eyes looking green it's fair to say her eyes are probably in between, so a greenish blue.
Since OP's argument is built off of the faulty claim that Paris has strictly blue eyes, I will address that anyway. Joe has green eyes because his mother was half white and his father was mixed race as well. So it is not crazy or unreasonable to assume that Joe has blue eyed genes as well.
And even if Joe didn't have light colored eyes. And even if Paris had ice blue eyes, you can go on Instagram and find literally thousands of biracial kids with bright blue eyes. It is not rare nor is it impossible.
The blue eyes argument is a fallacy anyway because even if Paris had the same eye color as Michael, OP would still say she is not Michael's daughter just as she does with Prince and Bigi who both have the exact same eye color as Michael.
The goal post is forever moving.
PPB are tan
This is a common defense that I see used. The classification of being Caucasian goes far beyond having pale skin and blue eyes. There is a difference between what is widely seen as "white" and the racial classification of being Caucasian. The term Caucasian covers the phenotype and racial makeup of a group of people, regardless of their skin color. In anthropology, it is referred to "as some or all of the populations of Europe, the Caucasus (a region in Europe between the Black Sea and the Caspian Sea, which includes Georgia, Armenia, Azerbaijan and parts of Russia, Turkey and Iran), Asia Minor, North Africa, the Horn of Africa, Western Asia, Central Asia and South Asia." Even though we are all one "race" the human race, you can tell the racial identity of a person by their skull. I studied forensic anthropology in college, and scientists were able to tell the race and gender of the remains of skulls and bones. I went to predominantly white schools and saw girls and guys that were naturally Paris's complexion and Prince's as well.
This is a faulty argument because none of those people have anything to do with Prince and Paris. The only white person they should be compared with is their mother, who contributed 50% of their genes, and others of her background. Debbie Rowe is not from Turkey or North Africa. She is of Northwestern European stock. British to be exact and very likely she has significant Scandinavian ancestry like many English people do, due to the Vikings invading.
When you compare Prince and Paris to their mother or people of her background you can clearly see that they are not the same ethnicity.
Paris compared to mom Debbie,
Paris compared with her Aunt Latoya and Kathy Hilton
Paris compared with Mark Lester and his children, who are also of English descent.
Paris, Paris and Bigi compared to Jackie's white wife.
Prince Paris and blanket compared to Carrie Fisher (who isn't the pales person herself)
OP should realize that just because you can find some Caucasian people who look like Prince and Paris, it's not proof that Prince and Paris are not biracial. The same can be said for this girl, This girl is also biracial and as you can see she looks very similar to Prince in terms of hair texture, facial features, skin color. She and Prince could be twins. The black woman in the picture is her biological mother.
This is a logical fallacy called a red herring. A red herring is when irrelevant information is presented alongside relevant information, distracting attention from that relevant information. For those that are unaware, people often like to use other celebrities that are unrelated to Michael to try and prove their stance on his kids. These are often celebs that they deem as "passing" (some are others are not ). The most common celebrities used are Rashida Jones, Sophia Richie, Alphonso Roberio (his kids), and Derek Jeter. All are very weak defenses.
How is it irrelevant when the whole argument that Michael isn't the father is based on the claim that they don't look like other biracial people?
How is it a weak defense?
Rashida Jones looks like her father and has some of his features. Considering her "passing" is a stretch, she is noticeably tanner than PPB and looks like she has Hispanic ancestry (yes, i know that's not a race but i think people know what i mean by that).
This is not a valid argument. Looks are subjective. It's simply a matter of opinion and ones own perspective. Rashida was on a family roots show and she looks strikingly like her Maternal grandmother. I personally do not see much resemblance to Quincy. Rashida is also the same color as Michael's kids. Bigi is actually darker than her. Bigi is often assumed to be Hispanic as well. I have seen People comment that Prince looks hispanic as well, even people who don't believe Michael is the father.
And notice OP just went through a whole spiel about white people having tan skin and caucasians can be dark and then turned around and used Rashida's tan as evidence that she is biracial.
Goal post is just swaying in the breeze.
Alphonso Ribeiro's children are probably the "best" defense but still prove nothing in regard to PPB. His sons look like him, one of his sons does pass for sure but he does look like his father. His youngest daughter passes as well, and though she does not like much like him, she does have a few features around the mouth area.
Again this is subjective. I think Michael's kids have his features as well. OP will say otherwise. I see what I see and others see what they see.
And this does prove something, because again the whole argument against Michael's kids is that they "look white" and biracial people can't look white.
Derek Jeter does not look like he passes when he has hair. He also does resemble both his mother and his father.
From what I can see Derek Jeter has big wavy curly hair, Much like Prince and Paris. So im trying to figure out how he wouldn't pass. It's not like he has an Afro.
This was the best place to put this. The only logical way to compare PPB to anyone's children is Jackie, since he is MJ's brother and the only one to have children with a white woman. One of Jackie's twins looks just like him, and he does not pass at all. The other twin does have green eyes and straighter hair, but he does resemble Jackie in the mouth and teeth area. I would not consider him passing either. His wife has a very similar phenotype to Debby as well. The second son (green eyes) looks more like her but to me, he does not pass.
This is also a silly argument to me. Because Full siblings and even twins can come out looking like 2 different races. So I don't see how this proves Michael isn't the father of his children.
Also Jackie's son has the same eye color as Paris. Why OP is trying to pretend like he doesn't is beyond me.
The only pictures that I see of Mike and Paris are those of MJ after plastic surgery and with lighter skin. There is only one or two that use any pictures of MJ before any alterations (the Jackson era). Paris looks nothing like MJ. People use photos mainly for the teeth. All I have to say is they looked nothing like his before she had braces. I will move on from this.
Prince also does not look like Mike at all. Prince does not look all that much like Samuel Jackson. I do not see it and I am not in "denial". I have seen other pictures of Joe's father and I do not see a resemblance.
Paris looks nothing like Latoya, I mean I can understand the Prince and Samuel one a little bit, but this one is just very far off.
More subjective opinions. I see Michael when Paris smiles. Prince looks identical to Samuel in my opinion. I also see a strong resemblance to Joe and some of his cousins on Joe's side of the family.
OP doesn't see it. I do. I am not "in denial" either. When Paris was a little girl I use to think she looked nothing like Michael. And I admitted that. Now I see the resemblance. It is what it is. I can't make OP see what I see and OP can't make me not see what I see.
This piggybacks on what I said earlier about differences in racial groups when it comes to features. Afro and Eurocentric features do exist. I have seen people try and call others "ignorant" for pointing this out when this is true. There are literally follicle differences between the makeup of Asian, Caucasian, and African hair. "Asian hair grows from a round hair follicle, while Afro hair sprouts from an oval one, and Caucasian hair follicles vary." The article also states, "Asian hair is usually bone straight, Afro grows in a spiral-like fashion, and Caucasian hair can be anything in between". Afro hair grows out from our scalps in a parallel manner and sits out like an afro. There is a difference between having curly hair and having an afro. African hair has a high sebum production which leads to a far more oily scalp than Caucasian and Asian hair. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7869811/
This information in irrelevant because biracial people can have hair anywhere in between their parents and even inherit a grandparents hair.
Not sure what this is supposed to prove.
People like to point out that Paris has "naturally curly hair", and I have evidence to debunk this exaggeration. I just shared facts on how Caucasian people can have naturally curly or straight hair. I have seen Caucasian women with their natural hair that was thick and "curly" like Paris (her hair is not even that curly). A great example is Anne Hathaway in The Princess Diaries. Her hair was very thick and curly. I am also not blind nor am I an idiot, I know Paris dies her hair blonde.
One of the main arguments always used against Paris and her brothers has always been "they don't even have curly hair"
But when it's pointed out that they DO have curly hair, the goal post is moved yet again.
OP said that other white passing biracial people are irrelevant to the discussion, but constantly uses certain white people as evidence for their argument. Interesting.
Anne Hathaway is not Paris mother, Debbie Rowe is and Debbie does not have curly hair. Debbie has straight hair.
Anne Hathway also has curlier hair than Rashida Jones who has bone Straight hair as a child and still does, unlike Paris.
I have also seen people use the photo of MJ in the late 70s when his hair was wet and curly. Idk why people use this, as my hair literally looks just like his when wet and I have slightly more African makeup than Mike due to me being two generations younger than him. I have very similar racial ancestry to him. This is irrelevant though, because all you have to do is go on youtube and look up black women washing their hair, many have the same curl pattern. Also, I have met African women (their ancestry is 90-100 percent African) that have the same curl pattern. I believe people use this to try to push the "not fully black" narrative on Mike, but they don't know that wavy or curly hair is not exclusive to non-black people.
I've never seen anyone use Michael's hair texture as proof for the kids paternity. Like ever. I have seen people use it when other claimed Michael has "4c" hair when he clearly didnt.
I use the kids curly hair as proof of their paternity, even though biracial people CAN have straight hair.
I already made a post on this and I debunked this myth as well. The average black American is only 77 percent black. The Jacksons are no less black than about 50 percent of black people their age. The Jacksons are probably between 65-70 percent African. That's slightly less than the average black American person of today.
And that means that Michael had European ancestry and "white" genes that could have easily matched up with their white mothers genes and gave them the appearance they have.
I have seen the photos with Prince and light marks. Until it comes out of his mouth that he has vitiligo, then this is still speculation. If he does have it, I'm not delusional, this would sway me towards Prince bc it's highly unlikely that he would have it if MJ were not his father. This also very well could be birthmarks.
TJ Jackson was Prince's legal guardian which means he was privy to what happened when Prince would visit the dermatologist as a teen (and he photographed by the paps at the dermatologists multiple times as a teen) and TJ says Prince has vitiligo. So no it's not speculation.
And lets just tell it like it is. If prince went live on his Instagram page right now and shouted "I have vitiligo" O would say he was lying.
This concludes my stance on this topic. Some people may ask "why do you care?" but that can be used against those same people on different topics concerning MJ's life. I don't dislike his children and I do not care about the race or color of the children that he had. I also know that even if it does come out that he is not the father, it changes nothing because he loved and raised them. This could pose an issue because at least as of 2023, you can not "identify" as a race. Paris told Willow Smith that she "identifies" as black. To me, if she were why didn't she just say that she was black? Biracial people do not "identify" as anything, they are considered biracial and they are part of two races. What inspired me to make this post was the bullying that I have witnessed on this subreddit in regard to people who have this belief. I will not be dismissed as "bitter", "hateful, "insecure" or all this other crap, just because I disagree with anyone on this topic. I feel that all voices should be able to be heard on this issue. Like I said I have no problem with anyone who disagrees with me, as long as you remain respectful.
She has. She's also stated that she is mixed.
This is just grasping at straws.
2023.06.03 02:53 Thyperson08 Landlord selling
Hi everyone! My landlord is selling the unit that I have lived in for over 8 years. Yesterday out of the blue without warning a realtor showed up at my door to introduce himself. I was quite taken aback and explained to him that our landlord had never told us that he would be stopping over and that I would appreciate a 24 to 48hr notice before showing up at my door again. Just to set a baseline for them to know that I know my housing rights and that I will not be pushed around after being lied about and having my name drug through the mud (explained below). I was courteous and respectful of him though because he did not understand the situation at which he been put in...as far as I know.
For context I live in Los Angeles in an owned townhouse unit built in 1979. We are month to month. It's a nice place and to honest my gf and I are more then happy to leave but we are not in the best financial situation to just up and go. We've been saving but it's just not enough so I feel a strong need to protect our living situation until we are able to do so.
Just before our old Landlord"s (A) sister (B) took over the unit in January 2023, A had lied about us not paying rent and B came over saying I personally owe them over $17,000 in back rent from 2020. So A lied saying I that was subletting the unit and not paying full rent or even in general. I had to clear up my entire experience at this place and my name to B with proof of payments, conversations and everything. Incredibly stressful situation and since then I have been on the extreme defensive. Possibly thinking of getting a lawyer and have consulted one that told me they don't have a leg to stand on to take me to court.
Since B took over they have not done a single requested repair from a list I gave them in January 2023. Carpets are over 12 years old, there's repairs that weren't finished from a drainage leak, our garage isnt closed off from the public, ect... I usually did the repairs previously and just took it out of rent per our previous agreement, but no longer will I be doing that so I have to live with unfixed issues now in the unit. They don't give a fuck because they are selling as is, so fuck us.
I feel harassed and disrespected after years of a good tenant landlord relationship. Should I think of getting a lawyer? Affording a lawyer is something that will be very difficult but may have to be done. What other rights do or don't I have? Do I even have any rights anymore?
Obviously there may be a lot more info needed so feel free to ask any questions.
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2023.06.03 02:51 arnott Vaccines: did they stop measles, whopping cough, etc..?
Chris Masterjohn has a twitter thread
where he is talking about his findings about vaccines from the book: "The modern rise of population".
Have vaccines saved millions of lives?
The best place to start to answer this question is Thomas McKeown’s 1976 “The Modern Rise of Population.”
As the title suggests, McKeown’s book is not about vaccines so much it is a thesis to explain why the world population dramatically increased beginning in the 1800s.
He first looked at whether this was driven by a reduction in mortality or an increase in fertility.
Mortality declined, so he looked at which specific diseases accounted for the decline.
Then, what could account for those disease mortalities declining.
The following graphs are for UK mortality for each disease, not the incidence of the disease.
This is tuberculosis.
Eradicated in the US with no vaccine, the decline in mortality was almost over before vaccination was introduced in the UK.
This is bronchitis, pneumonia, and the flu. Prior to flu vaccines, it simply shows that drugs were introduced during a decline that started much earlier.
This is whooping cough.
Vaccine introduced when mortality was almost gone.
This is measles.
Mortality practically eradicated by the time the vaccine was introduced.
And so on.
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2023.06.03 02:50 PerroRosa [TOMT] [SONG] [2020s?] Small chill pop song with a robotic voice, reminds me of The Strokes a little bit. Have been searching for months.
This is a song I heard probably twice and I don't even remember where or in what context. It could be a band song or a show or a movie theme. I only came across it in the last year or so, so I assume it is relatively recent, no older than 2020, but perhaps it is just that I happened to know it recently.
I think the end of each verse of the chorus contains the word "nation" or similar, and repeats that line a few times.
The voice could be male or female, but it sounds with an effect similar to Julian Casablanca's voice in 12:51, but more robotic
This is the best I can sing it by memory: https://voca.ro/1fJ6AMb59lbf
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2023.06.03 02:49 Matchstick69 Revali is the best character and his haters are annoying
There, I said it. As someone who had just finished BOTW for the first time (I got all 120 shrines!), I feel like the entire fandom is overhating him for like no reason? First of all, he's only cocky towards one person (we all know who), and that's a good thing - if everyone sucked Link's d**k, it would be soooo damn boring. Secondly, he's legitimately the funniest character in the game (when he said "oh you must pardon me. I forgot you have no way of making it up to that Divine Beast on your own", I literally cried out of the laughter, that was the moment I knew I love that damn bird). He also has the best theme (Mipha's one is close too tho) and unlike the other Champions (who I loved as well btw, I really wish Urbosa and Mipha were alive too :<) he wasn't born with any sort of special power - he had to work his way to the top. I can't really blame him for wanting to hide his insecurities under the arrogant persona he showed to everyone else.
Also, no, he didn't lose to the easiest Blight - that would Daruk, since Fireblight is a LITERAL joke. I'd say that Waterblight was just as easy as Windblight too tbh. Only Urbosa had to deal with a truly worthy opponent.
Besides, he has a cool design + hot voice
What's not to love here, I truly don't get it?
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