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We met on an online dating app in Nov last year and clicked instantly. The first time we met, we had totally hit it off. We went on dates, had great sex and all. We've committed to a long term relationship and things were really fine till March this year. She moved in with me in April and after couple of weeks, she started complaining that I'm not sexually attracted to her, saying that over the past 6 months my interest in her started to decline.
I'm currently sort of going through lot of mental pressure in life to secure a job and make a stable career to pay off my bills and mortgage. Past 6 months have been a nightmare just in terms of survival as I got rejected by multiple companies in the final rounds of my interviews. Majority time in a whole day goes into thinking about how to get out of this unemployment mess and assure her that our future is safe.
I love her with all my heart, she's understanding, supportive and takes care of me when I'm low or I lack confidence. She cooks for me, spends money on our date nights and I feel bad whenever she spends money because I'm not contributing anything in this relationship and rather compromise on my choice to bring the cost down for her by choosing a cheaper place or order less when we go out to eat. We had arguments over this that I should not be worried about money for now but I'm trying to control my self to save that guilty feeling "that I'm not contributing".
I'm attracted to her but my sex drive has reduced over the past few months from all the worry as I'm more occupied with the thoughts about my career to have a good future with her. We try to have sex often in the night but it totally depends on my energy levels in the day and mental state. I can't just switch off these thoughts when I'm in bed with her. I used to watch porn earlier due to stress but I've spoken to her and given up on it and trying to make necessary changes to make her feel that I'm into her. I'm a regular smoker and i never took any pills to improve my performance in bed.
I'm trying to understand where I messed it up and do the corrective measures to make this work. I feel she's one for my life and I'm willing to do anything it takes to keep her satisfied mentally and sexually in this relationship.
Any suggestions for me 😞 ?

Long story short, I got a shitty diagnosis a couple weeks ago and after talking things through with my doctor & parents, the best decision right now would probably be for me to move back to my birth country so I can access better healthcare & support from my family.
I spoke to an avian vet last night about the moving process and it's fairly straightforward—I can even quarantine them at home. My concern right now is with my sun conure. I rescued him a year ago from a hoarding situation where he was being kept uncaged in some guy's disgusting basement with eight other birds (including an umbrella too who nearly killed him). According to his leg band, he was an ex-breeder bird and he was absolutely feral. I took him in with the intention of moving him into an aviary once he was healthy, but he bonded with me so well I ended up getting an indoor aviary and hand-taming him.
He's adjusted really well and is a huge sweetheart, but he's obviously still very timid and neurotic. He loves me, tolerates my partner and hates literally everybody else. And yes, he's ear-splittingly loud. His default way to communicate is screaming. It doesn't bother me, but I am acutely aware of how problematic it might be when we suddenly have to share a house with my parents for at least a year. I also won't have room to keep him in an indoor aviary anymore, and I'm not sure how well he'll adjust to being kept in a flight cage, even if I give him as much time as possible out everyday. An outdoor aviary unfortunately isn't an option.
I am seriously considering rehoming him and only bringing my other conure with me. If I do, it'll be to someone with an aviary of sun conures, and I'll view the place in person to make sure it's a good home. But I can't shake the fear that I'll have no control over what happens to him and he'll just be rehomed again and again until he eventually ends up somewhere awful. I also gave myself the condition before I got my first bird that if I really wanted to own one, it would be for life and I wouldn't contribute to the cycle of rehoming. I realize it's probably irrational given the circumstances but I feel like a massive failure. I love him so much and I don't want to put him through even more trauma, but neither option feels right.

How would someone underage, 15, cope with toxic parents? background Information: I’m 15 the oldest amongst 3 siblings ages 7, 9, and 2. I clean the house do everyone’s laundry, feed everyone (the kids), bathe them, teach them, help them with homework, help if they get hurt, watch them 24/7. While I do all this I still get my schoolwork done. I get yelled at by my unequaled mother when I “parent” her children because she doesn’t know how. She drinks every night along with my step dad but he’s okay. He helps me as much as he can and tells me he loves me when I feel down. But the con of him is that he will do anything to make my mother not get angry at him and keep peace. No matter who gets hurt or who feels depressed it doesn’t matter. My mom always gets put first. She doesn’t cook us Dinner, doesn’t clean, doesn’t tell us she loves us, doesn’t do anything a mother should do, she has dad sleep on the couch at times, gets tipsy and turns 10x worse. She’s broken multiple TVs and has said such awful things to me and my sister and step father. She LOVES my youngest sister 7 and doesn’t discipline her at ALL. She will just blame my other sister 9 for her doings and call her a “psycho” “weird” “crazy” “you need help” “shut up” she legit argues with a 9 year old. And I get caught in the middle trying to help but then my mom yells at me saying I’m no parent I don’t know. Bitch please, I’ve been the parent since I was 9. I love my little brother with all my heart and never want to leave him till he’s at least 7 or 9. I take care of him like he’s my son along everyone else. They all call me mom and I get why. I really have been wanting to kill my self and harm myself and just disappear from this place. But I think of my siblings and I can’t leave them. I also need to finish school. I just don’t know how to hang in there. I use a rubber band to slap on my wrist which helps let me not burst out at my mom or run away. I put my headphones in and just cancel out. I feel like I’m way more mature than my mother. When I tried telling her how I felt she just yelled at me and said “your a spoiled little brat I don’t do anything to you!” So ya, it’s hard to get a manipulative Narcissist Toxic alcoholic person to Hear you out. I get so angry when I see my mom happy and laughing with my dad and the kids. Like how can someone laugh and be happy when you put us ALL through hell. She never needs to lift and finger just when she wants to buy the whole world. I just wish she was gone and I truly deeply hate her. Someone who has been through this please give me advice to hang in there and not be like her? Thank you. There’s so much more I could have said but this should be enough.

Hi there! My name is Daniel and I'm from Southern California (the Inland Empire, specifically). I'm just looking for someone to have a genuinely great time with. I'm not a very picky person and I don't really care much for looks. I more so value your personality and how well we vibe, so pretty much anyone is welcome to get to know me! (I mean that in the most non-conceited way possible lol). I would just ask that you be 21 and older.
My interests:
~ As stated in my title I would consider myself the typical nerdy type (gaming, anime, comic books, super hero movies, etc.) If you like share any of those interests then I think we'll get along great lol
~ I'm Black and Cherokee, I'm bilingual (English and Japanese), around 5'11" but 6 feet tall on a good day. I'm also trying to get better at working out as well so an exercise buddy would be great also lol
~ On top of being your typical nerd I am also a huge horror movie fan to the point of considering making my own horror movie. I have a couple ideas and I would love to share them with someone who's interested in hearing them.
~ I listen to any kind of music except country cuz it all sounds the same to me lol. So if that's a deal breaker then I apologize but I just can't get into it. I also used to rap and sing and have been thinking of doing it again. I have made about 9 or 10 songs in total. Let me know if you'd like to hear something I've made.
~ I love coffee and boba so random coffee and boba runs will be a thing. One of my favorite things to is visit a coffee place I've never been to and try out their coffee and see if I'm adding it to my list or favorite spots or if I'm just never going there again. I know, it sounds weird but I promise it can be kinda fun.
What I expect from you:
~ Good communication and someone who likes to go one random coffee or boba runs. Anime lovers and gamers are a plus as well. Would love a gamer friend/girlfriend. Also, I like cuddling while watching horror movies so if you like doing the same then that would also be nice 😌.

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I recently bought a game called Gloomwood on Steam; intimate knowledge of the game is t required it understand this post, but would obviously help.
It inspired me to base a D&D character off the main character. You play as a man simply known as “Doctor” who has been captured and is trying to escape (paraphrasing). The key parts of his kit are that he carries a sword-cane and various types of guns, and sneaks around back-stabbing his captors.
Obviously the base class would be rogue but I’m unsure if the best subclass for such a character. I thought a high-Int subclass might work such as Inquisitor or Mastermind. I’m also sure I’d go for Crossbow Expert to justify using a hand-crossbow (flavoured as a gun) in combat.
Any guidance would be appreciated, happy to give more info.

Day 1. I guess no one is ever going to read this. I’m not even sure if this is being recorded… somewhere. The Internet has been down since all this started. Is there still a cloud? I found this laptop, but it doesn’t work like any computer I’ve used before. I don’t even know if this is a real notepad app.
What the fuck is “vim”?
Sorry… I’ve never written a diary before. I’m not used to having enough time to keep a diary.
Looks like I spoke too soon. Another explosion…
Day 2. Something weird happened last night. I’m trying not to think about it. There's one other person at the shelter here, Merlin. He smokes a lot of cigarettes, basically all the time.
Day 3. Taking inventory. I managed to get into one of the houses on the outskirts of town last night. Mostly I snuck through, only had to take one down with a pointy stick. It was a kid... I got in through an open window, tied a sheet around my shoulders, and stuffed in everything I could before running back.
I feel a little like a hoarder going over things like this, but these are now my only posessions in the world, so I’d better keep track of them:

• Two permanent markers
• A hammer and screwdriver
• A fresh T-shirt and some socks
• Three small cola bottles and a can of beer
• Some cheese, dried beans, and bread
  At this rate, the plastic water bottles in the shelter will run out in two days.
  

Day 4. Saw a weird dog today.
Day 5. The blue house on the corner has bugs in the basement. Big, mean bugs. Hulking, skittering roaches that screamed bloody murder…
What is happening?
I managed to get out and shut the door, so I wrote a note on the door just in case some unlucky soul stumbles on it later.
Day 6. Found a motorcycle and managed to get it back to the shelter without dying. That might come in handy.
Day 7. If this is the apocalypse, it's surprisingly routine already. I wile away the daylight reading comic books and survival manuals so I can sneak into the city at night. I break into a house, tie a makeshift sling from some curtains and scoop whatever looks useful or edible into it. I always bring some gallon jugs in my walkabout bag to fill with water to boil from their heaters and toilet basins. I usually have to kill and scrap with at least five of them per night. Sometimes it gets bad and I have to take out my pistol. When I get home, I take an aspirin, disinfect and bandage my wounds, reload my pistol magazines, write in here and go to bed.
Day 12. Ever had a pickle and spam sandwich? Nowhere near as bad as you might expect. Better than starving to death, that’s for sure. Tonight I’m washing it down with some room-temperature beer, celebrating my first week.
Day 13. I woke up to one of them on top of me today. Another fucking corpse for the pit out back. I think they can smell us. One of them got Merlin pretty bad, but he’s just standing outside where it happened smoking. He won’t say anything to me. I ripped up some curtains and dipped them in some bleach I found in the basement to dress the wounds… he’s really bleeding a lot.
Day 15. Saw the dog again. It was blurry, like a nightmare on an old VHS tape.
Day 19. They swarmed me today. I might need to get out of here at some point. I’ve been making an inventory of all the surrounding vehicles. Most are out of gas or otherwise inoperable.
Day 20. It took me an hour of fiddling in the pitch dark, but I managed to hotwire a sports car with all four wheels and some fuel still in the tank. Something came over me as I started driving it back to the shelter, though. I turned on the headlights, and I saw four or five of them, just walking around the street. They all turned to me, and I just gunned it. I blew through them and kept gunning it, and crashed into the side of a house.
It’s totaled.
Back to the drawing board, I guess.
Day 22. Organizing my weapons tonight. I was able to take down a loiterer in the lockroom of the pawn shop on the corner through the bars with my duct-taped knife spear, which I have dubbed "Glamdring". The hacksaw I found in the blue house’s garage made short work of the lockroom bars, and I made it back with an assortment of pistols. I unloaded everything and managed to produce two fully-loaded magazines. 34 bullets and some change… once I use those, that’s it until I scavenge some more. I rifled through the heap of clothing I’ve scavenged and found an ammo pouch to strap to my leg. I’m still not great with the pistol, and the noise is not helpful, but having it makes me feel a lot better.
Day 30. I finally made it to the fucking hardware store, and I still couldn’t find a wood saw. So much for my advanced fortifications and spear repairs. At least I’ve got all the windows boarded up, except one. It’s nice to have a little sunlight to read and sew by during the day.
Day 32. The weird dog bit me. It chased me back to the shelter and Merlin fended it off. I hope he’s okay.
Day 33. Merlin won’t come back to the shelter. He’s just standing out there, bleeding and smoking. Like always.
Day 37. Today I found some binoculars on another little kid. I think I recognized it... her.
It.
On the way back to the shelter, I climbed up on the roof of that three-story house on the outskirts of town and took a look around. I think a plane went down in the forest. I’m going to get that bicycle I saw in front of the pawn shop and investigate. I’m only alive because Merlin saved me… maybe it’s time to pay it forward.
What else is there to do besides practice stabbing and cooking spam?
Day 40. They were all dead. One of them almost electrocuted me. The sparks started a fire and I managed to lead them into it, one by one. There was a flare gun in the cockpit and some more food in the back. But that first one... it's been over a month, and I've never seen anything like that before. I'm pretty sure it threw lightning at me. Like... on purpose. I couldn't move for a few seconds, and it just kept getting closer, I thought I...
That thing that happened... on my first night
Fuck. They’re tearing out the windows again.
What’s the point in fighting?
Day whatever the fuck it is. 59 I think. I’m still trying to process the shit that happened on day one, so does it really matter?
I can’t stop thinking about their faces. When they’re eating, because I saw one eating yesterday, it didn't know I was there and I was just.... hypnotized, I guess. But when they eat, their faces are like... caricatures, cartoons, contorted in throes of passion that could be agony or pleasure. Some of them could almost be human. Others clearly died and rotted long before this all started.
Day 60. It was me.
That first night, I saw ... myself. It was so cold out when I was falling asleep on the bench, winter’s last chill. And as I was falling asleep, I thought to myself, “This is how inexperienced idiots like you die, you know. If one of them doesn’t crawl in through the broken windows, the cold will do you instead.” But after the things I saw that day, I wasn’t sure I wanted to wake up. So I just... let myself fall asleep.
I was so, so cold. I could barely feel anything, except, then ... my heart started racing, because I realized how close I came. And I fell flailing off the bench, bruised my forehead.
I finally came to my senses and stood up, and realized there had been someone next to me on the bench.
Me.
I was there, physically, in front of myself, except dead and naked, all my clothes on the floor in front of the corpse.
No, not all of them, actually. Everything, from my jeans to my wristwatch… except the face wrap and mittens that I scrounged together from rags.
That’s right. When I woke up, I couldn’t feel my face or my hands, and before I even stood and turned back to the bench, I went and ripped up some curtains to wrap around them. So it was everything I was wearing when…
I stuffed it all in a locker and dragged the corpse outside to put it in the pile. I was panicking because I was sure Merlin would notice, but he just stood there smoking his cigarette.
Everyone is dead. The laptop, the binoculars… I took them all off the corpses of people I killed. Or, killed again, I guess. I can’t imagine it makes a difference. The kid almost killed me. I guess I killed me, too.
Day 61. Sorry. That plane crash really fucked me up. I don’t know why I thought there’d be anyone alive.
I don’t know why I’m alive. Is it just dumb luck? I’m here. I’ve adapted. For better or worse.
Day 62. They broke in through the last intact window. I just finished boarding it up. Now there’ll be no sunlight in here again unless I leave the door wide open.
I need to fucking get out of here.
Day 63. hey... tHere's another app on this computer
Day 64. It was an emergency message. It's not just me. There are other people out there. Survivors. I'm leaving tonight. I couldn't convince Merlin to come with me. How does he still have cigarettes?! Whatever... this rancid shelter will be in my past forever soon.
Some kind of huge abomination chased me out of town this afternoon. I thought I had cleared this area out. It was ... giant, like a fleshy skeleton with horrible bug eyes... I'm getting out of here. I hope it doesn't get Merlin.
The survivor hub is a month's walk away, and that's if I can't find a car on the way. Too bad my bike exploded...
I've hoarded enough gear that I can camp out to sleep through the day, and creep through the cities for supplies at night. I hope there's someone there to greet me when I arrive...

I need to get this off my chest. It's pretty minor in the grand scheme of things but I'm so frustrated that I just bawled my eyes out in the car from sheer anger and frustration.
I'm about to be 34 weeks and my employer (a government department) requires that I provide a medical certificate stating I am fit to work, every week from 34 weeks. Ok, that to me sounds a bit fucking weird that a government body is determining what I can and can not do with my body but ok I accept this. Where I live it can be really hard to get an appointment with a GP. Ive been mostly seen by the hospital who have told me I need to get the certificate from my GP, but the GP I've seen once or twice during my pregnancy is fully booked out for weeks (I think she might even be away). So I book an appointment with another GP who has just refused to give me the letter stating I am fit to work because they are not the GP who is handling my antenatal care. What the fuck!!
What am I even supposed to do? I want to work! The most fucked part of it is I work in a severely short staffed industry (teaching) where they literally could not find a single applicant to replace me while I'm away on leave. I just want to finish the term off. If I start my leave now they will have to find a random teacher to complete all of the most intense work that comes with the end of the first semester (assessments, reporting, exams).
I'm so angry. Anyway thank you for being a void I can scream into every now and again. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated because I've fucking tried everything and that's not good enough for some department executive who probably used a ouija board to determine how many weeks is too pregnant to keep working.

Title! Mainly looking for diamonds, halos or sets, you offer! Please don’t DM me any offers from another game, I am specifically looking for Royale High. Also I will be using a trusted MM/MW from this sub!

My (31F) ex (33M) and I broke up 4 years ago after 8 years of being together. It was a messy breakup. He asked for an open relationship, no future plans with me, wanted to party more and a lot more reason to hate him. He gave me mixed signals. One day he showed me love and then the next day he would tell me he's madly in love with another woman. I gave up. He was living in an apartment near me but I shrugged it off, thinking he might move somewhere soon kasi he used to change places depende kung saan sya nagwowork. He had 3 jobs nung kami pa so he changed address 3 times. I even saw his Linkedin and his current job is in Quezon City so I assumed na he moved out na.
Fast forward, for 4 years I enjoyed my life, being happy and all. Then one day while driving, I saw him naglalakad with his laundry basket. Kinonfirm din ng isang close friend na he's still in the same city. That was the first time I saw him again. Sa loob ng 4 years, never ko sya nakita maybe due to opposite schedules. I'm a morning person din kasi and he's nocturnal. Plus I work from home at bihira lumabas.
So after non, I don't know what to feel, what to do. Parang ayaw ko nang lumabas but being the matapang me, keber na lang. Bahala na 😂 Inang yan.

Short pre amble first.
I lost my drivers license due to having a stroke.
Did rehab through Glenrose Hospital.
Had first drivers road test through Glenrose DETS program and was failed and told to return 6 months later for another on road test.
I feel that that I failed because I was put into a totally unfamiliar car provided by the Glenrose which had a longer wheel base, the car was wider ( bigger) than the car i have driven for the past 17 years., The suspension was so smooth it felt as as though the car didn't even make contact with the pavement ( my car registers every rock and pebble driven over , so i know im on the pavement ) the car was higher than my car and it seemed like the drivers and passenger windows were higher up than i am used to. In the car with me were two people, the driving assessor and an occupational therapist who sat in the back seat blocking the blind spot.
I have always had difficulty understanding people who have deep accents and speak fast. This was the case with the assessor who was regularly pointing out every little thing plus the important things that in her eyes i was not doing correctly. She apparently was just hired after going through a training course to replace the person that left during covid. I think she was over zealous.
I had been in hospital for several weeks having had a triple bypass and double stroke during surgery and then a few weeks in rehab at the Glenrose. Being out of the news loop i had no idea that the speed limit had been dropped to 40. That was my first failure. I traveled all the way from 101 st down 118 Ave to Gretsky Drive having to navigate not side swiping all the cars parked in 118 th Ave. Unfortunately not being familiar with how wide this car was i over compensated and kept setting off an alarm that i had drifted over the center line. The sun was not high on the horizon and traveling east it started to reflect off of the edge of the hood and blind me. I had no choice but to place my hand in the dash to block the sun so i could see and was repeatedly told to place both my hands on the steering wheel.
I will not bore you with any more strikes against me. I just cant bare to go though the humiliation again.
Anyway I have been trying to get permission to take my next driving test done in my own familiar car like everyone else when taking their driving test ,but Glenrose DETS and Drivers Fitness and Monitoring will not let me. When i ask why, basically the answer i get is BECAUSE.
I have been trying to find info online through Alberta Gov regulations , or somewhere that will tell me that i have the right to take my driving test to get my license back in my own car but have been unsuccessful so far. If anyone can point me in the right direction i would be so grateful. I haven't driven for almost two years now and feel like just giving up.

The benefit of this is I’ve been stepping up my game in person since dating apps this whole year have been awful.
I’ve used big one liners, asked them out on dates with specific time and days, used good/corny pick up lines that are good Ice breakers. I’ve asked them questions about their profile. I’ve asked them what their favorite movies are or what day of the week were they born.
NONE OF OT MATTERS!!!
I match with lots of girls I say one thing and they either never answer me or they say one thing and never get back to me. I messaged two girls on Monday I matched with, still no answer. I used a really good pick up line on a girl Tuesday, never got to deliver the punch line because she never answered. Then when I ask them if they’re free Friday or Saturday night they always respond with they have a birthday party to attend. I tell them have fun, but would you still like to go out sometime next week? Then they ghost me.
It’s at a point I think the 120% effort I’m doing is mentally exhausting me and causing harm. It’s crazy how if I just give up entirely and just do my own thing I’ll be alone forever, no one will ever show any interest. I just want to date someone, I want to get to know someone and for someone to want to get to know me. All I’ve learned on dating apps is no matter what I do not a single girl wants to get to know me, but they want to let me know they liked me so we match.
Im sorry but this has been going on forever and I think I’m finally done. I hate how hard dating is these days. Everyone always says, “when a girl likes you you’ll know because she’ll show interest.” Well the only time girls actually show interest in me is when I already have a girlfriend!
Okay, rant done. Im drinking some whiskey, happy Friday!

I feel like I (nearly) always wear several layers of masks.
Inners masks are pretty light but external ones can be really heavy.
When I get used to someone and unmask I only take off external layers so I feel like I mask even when I unmask.
And even when I'm alone with myself for a while I still use some light masks that are very hard to get off.
When I talk to myself these masks are like independant think flux that still interconnected.
I love this but I also feel like I'm never myself.

I have a gig on Monday that doesn’t allow controllers. They’re giving me the option to use a pair of Pioneer CDJ2000 NXS2. The mixer is a Pioneer PIODJ900NXS2.
As I’m a hip-hop DJ, I’ve only ever really used vinyl or something similar to vinyl to mix on. I’ve used CDJs when I play drum & bass or other dance music, not for an open format set.
I’ve never used Serato with anything other than my Rane One. What would be the best way to go about using Serato with the aforementioned CDJ setup?
Thank you!

So, this has been something we've all thought about before I'm sure. "So it's a full DAW, without a download, that's cloud based, and free.. and I can make music with my friends online like it's a Google Doc... How exactly are they getting paid?". I've been a huge Bandlab guy for a minute now, but I tried their app and was kind of blown away. Especially since it is still cloud based, so it just transfers everything I make straight to my account.
I'm sure most people are aware of it at this point though. I don't see many engineers talking about it, but I see a ton of rappers and songwriters talking about it.
So anyway... The story. It's weird, from what I can tell. Apparently, they don't make money. Not right now anyway.
Basically the son of a Chinese billionaire from Singapore made it. He was really into Radiohead and some other things growing up, and got very passionate into music altogether. Playing guitar, making music, etc. He ended up trying to make his own place in business (as many billionaire sons do, naturally) by going into music.
He purchased a large music store company, then he purchased a bunch of other things (one company was a minority 49% share of Rolling Stone magazine for awhile, for example), bought sites like guitar.com etc. Bought a prominent music case company (MONO), bought things like "AudioStretch, a music transcription tool that enables users to change the speed of audio without changing the pitch"
Basically different software and hardware choices. A lot more than I can right here. But the interesting thing is that.... apparently Dad was just subsidizing it all this whole time. I think he STILL might be.
(He apparently always wanted 100% of Rolling Stone magazine for some reason, but he couldn't get it so he gave up and sold his share of it. Bandlab also owns NME and Uncut apparently)
It seems like the music production world is the most promising side for them though. They bought Cakewalk from SONAR obviously. And that acts as a "Garageband vs Logic" kind of situation for them (except both are free in this case)
They were kinda big in 2019, but got massive by this point due to the lockdown and decided to make it a whole collaborative experience, etc etc. All from free. They regrouped as "Caldecott Music Group" for all these random things Bandlab does
So, from what I can assume is direct from the source:
"BandLab itself does currently not generate any revenue. Instead, its parent company Caldecott Music Group makes money from advertising as well as hardware and software sales."
So basically, They just don't make money. Not now. Not the product we hear call Bandlab anyway. It's just a part of a larger system. They're not taking a cut or secretly copyrighting half-assed freeflows. They just see it as a system they hope others will use more in depth.
So rest easy, Bandlab fans. I would highly suggest making backups though. If it's not making a huge profit it could disappear one day obviously!
Here is a pretty good article that goes more in depth if anyone is interested

"My Prince!"
The captain of the airship fell to one knee, removing his hat and bowing his head as Vegoram strode aboard with a contingent of guards. "How may I serve, Highness?" Vegoram smirked. "I'm told this is the... vessel that the King's Warden had arrived on," he said, waving a hand over his nose. The captain raised his head and pushed himself off the ground. The Prince glared. "I did not command you to rise!"
The color drained from the weathered captains face as he returned to the floor. "I beg your forgiveness, my Prince! It is beyond rare for us common folk of the sky to be in the presence of royalty such as yourself. I forget my place." Vegoram scoffed. "Indeed you do. Now tell me, did the Warden arrive on this vessel or not?" The captain kept his gaze leveled on the floor before him. "Indeed he did, my Prince," he responded. "We've sailed with him on many occasions. Called him Hark, we did. Quite a shock for us lot when we heard him called 'Harkanon'."
Vegoram stomped his foot and leaned over to shout into the man's ear. "You will not speak that bastards stolen name!" he screamed. A voice from the ramp rose from behind him. "Not sure that's the appropriate attire for a customs officer, my Prince." Hark walked to the top of the ramp and smiled as his brother nearly tripped on his fine floor length robe while he whirled around in rage. "Quite the demotion, Vegoram." The Prince took a breath and composed himself. "Just making sure your ship doesn't leave without you, brother," he said, speaking the last word with so much venom that Hark thought the crew might get sick by proximity.
Vegoram had a smile on his face that made Hark feel afraid of the man for the first time in his life. "Mission accomplished, Highness," he said, saluting sarcastically. "May we never share the pleasure of each other's company again." Vegoram sneered, then gestured for his men to escort him down the ramp. The captain rose, rubbing the knee he had been kneeling on and shot Hark a terrified look. From the dock below, Hark could hear Vegoram berating someone else. He rolled his eyes, sighed, and leaned over the railing. The King's steward locked eyes with him.
"Lord Harkanon!" he shouted over Vegorams insults. "You are summoned to dine with the King."

i currently live alone in an apartment that i moved to immediately after graduating college 1 year ago, as my work had asked (and provided funding for) me to relocate closer to their office.
the problem is that it quickly became very clear that i was working a remote job, i went into the office 3 times for social events, and now said office is officially not being used anymore. so i'm working remotely, stuck in an area far away from everyone i know, not owning a car (hate driving and its not really in my budget), paying more than i should really need to for rent.
since my lease is up soon, i've been looking into moving closer to the city and public transport, as the town i currently live in is nearly impossible to live in without a car. i feel extremely trapped. i visit the city maybe twice a month (to see my gf, friends, go to concerts), and to go visit the city, i have to take an uber and a train, which is expensive, and there have even been times i waited at the train station at late hours feeling like i wouldn't even be able to get an uber due to the low density of uber drivers where i live.
the thing holding me back is that i have really settled into my apartment itself. i feel safe here, the management is nice, the rent is expensive but i still have enough to get by, and everything is maintained good. every apartment in my price range closer to the city seems so shady in terms of quality/landlords.
i'm currently looking into an apartment that is in a location that is very appealing to me, but the problem is that the apartment itself is owned by a shady management company (poorly maintained buildings, infestations not being taken care of, entering apartment without warning to give tours to prospective tenants) and the apartment is literally across the street from a railroad crossing (so definitely very loud...). other than that the area is very convenient to me, safe, really nice, and said railroad crossing makes it very easy for me to get into the city
i just can't seem to decide if i should potentially sacrifice a good apartment in an undesirable location, or a bad apartment in a desirable location.
the location im at right now just doesn't make any sense for how i'm living my life atm, but i'm just really scared of change and the potential bad living situation i may be locked into. i guess i don't really know what i'm asking for, any thoughts/opinions/anything

I've written this out several times now but always convince myself to not post anything. I guess I feel like there isn't really a point to reaching out anymore TW: Tired of life
I've had chronic pain for almost 10 years after a surgery didn't go to plan. I have other medical issues that affect my daily life, but after that surgery the pain is simply too much. I can't do it anymore. It affects every aspect of my life and now it is affecting my mobility again.
Things are getting to be like they used to when I was completely bedridden and unable to care for myself. I promised myself if I recovered from that point I would never let things get like that again, and if it did, I'd leave - if you get what I mean. And here I am, almost back to needing full care... again.
I'm still trying, I haven't given up, but I hate it here. Well, this is a beautiful planet with many beautiful things, maybe I just hate people. Idk anymore
And this isn't to say disabled life isn't worth living, I've stuck around this long haven't I ? It's the years of being dismissed, misdiagnosed, and told straight to my face that I'm not believed or lying while suffering quietly the whole time. It has left me so tired. I just want peace. And people to be a little nicer

Benchmade Full Immunity I’ve had this for two days and have already figured out it’s just too small for me to realistically use. If they made a slightly larger version I’d be all over it. That being said, it’s LNIB condition with all original packaging. SV210
Spyderco Lil Native Knife joker exclusive in Cruwear with DLC coating. Lightly carried and though it’s probably cut something, the factory edge it still in almost perfect shape. SV115
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