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Gerard Way: Anything involving Gerard

2012.08.15 00:56 alwaysMCR Gerard Way: Anything involving Gerard

This is a Subreddit meant to share anything and everything about My Chemical Romance's Singer, Gerard Way. Pics, Gifs, Quotes, Anything... Enjoy. :D
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2012.07.13 09:27 slippu Black Moth Super Rainbow

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2012.02.12 10:04 exempligratia Reddit Gets Drawn

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2023.05.28 06:39 Left-Sea-7793 Small episode idea

I think a good idea for an episode would have been making black hairstyles copy written. I feel like this is a similar idea to the reparations episode but I think it’s fine lol. Anyway, my idea was somehow in the Atlanta universe only black people could get box braids and any white person that had them got arrested and had their heads shaved or something wild. Obviously the show is over, but what do y’all think?
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2023.05.28 06:38 bigjigglytatas Why is it more common for men to forgive white and Asian women for infidelity but not forgive Latina, biracial and black women who cheat on them?

I even notice they tend to end the relationships with biracial, black and Hispanic women who cheat on them. But if a white or Asian woman cheats on them, they forgive them and attempt to work things out with them later on. Why does this happen and what is it about white and Asian women that makes men want to continue having a relationship or marriage if they cheat on them?
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2023.05.28 06:38 SAD_FOOLISH PATH chill or nah

Good morning! Saw the most gorgeous person on the path this evening/morning. I'm a recovering catholic but this person put a belief in god in me that I didnt think was possible. They had a sword earring in one ear and wore a black dress... ect ect. I am a white blonde, a JC 7 but Manhatten 5. They were a JC 10 and a Manhatten 11. We got off at the same stop, and I didnt reach out bc it's late and we were on public transit ect so I didnt wanna creep on them. I dont have to feel bad for not "shooting my shot" bc everyone deserves to just get home without harassment right? What would an appropriate approach even be? Prlly nothing. Is it ever appropriate to flirt on a train?? Help
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2023.05.28 06:34 bimbo_wannabe_ [I Accidentally Joined The Mafia In South Brooklyn] Chapter 5: The Dead Are Especially Nosy Down Here

[I Accidentally Joined The Mafia In South Brooklyn] Chapter 5: The Dead Are Especially Nosy Down Here
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These last few parts have taken a lot longer for me to write than I thought. A lot of shit has gone down in the last two months, and a lot of it, frankly, is kind of a blur. But I figure, if you've stuck with me this long, then you deserve to know how it all ended up so I'm going to try my best to remember every detail of what happened.
Me? I've spent every free hour I've had, just lying in bed. I've got a lot of healed wounds that still hurt me pretty damned badly.
Blood loss from multiple gunshot wounds and then drowning in the East River, dying and then being brought back while still human, incidentally, takes a lot out of a guy.
But… I'm getting way ahead of myself.
Where were we, again?
Oh yeah, that's right. The funeral without caskets, inside of a Ukrainian restaurant just off the boardwalk in Brighton Beach. That's where I left off at.
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Antoni's corpse and I had spoken together for a while longer, about Beccs and their baby, actually, sitting there in the floor in front of the three empty bathroom stalls. The next moment, as usual, he was… just gone.
It took a while to slow the bleeding, and it took even longer to try and clean myself up with just hand soap and paper towels and the water from the sink. Nobody came into the bathroom again, and as I left, I saw why. There was a sign on the door that read 'Out of Order' with something printed below it in Cyrillic that I imagined probably said the same thing as the English.
My new winter coat had been left on the floor in front of the door and the Emergency Exit at the end of the hall had its alarm disabled and had been left propped open with a brick.
I took that as a clear message that they didn't want me rejoining the party, so I exited into the alley and sat on a milk crate chain-smoking until 2 PM when the funeral ended.
The weather app on my phone said it was 10 degrees outside, but oddly enough the cold air felt soothing on my bruised face. My eyes were nearly swollen shut, and every now and again I had to pull some of the toilet paper out that I'd stuffed in my pocket to wipe another trickle of blood from my nose when I sniffed a little too hard and moved the clots loose.
At 1:57, I started to hear people exiting the restaurant, so I moved onto the sidewalk to wait for Becca. The people leaving the funeral only glanced at me for a second and then looked away with a bored expression, like I wasn't even there. Finally, only Becca and Toni's immediate family were still inside.
Tatiana gave Becca a hug, Igor, a gentle handshake, and Antoni Sr. bent down, cupped his hands around Becca's face and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. I could see that his right hand was bandaged and he was holding it straighter than his left. Good. I hoped the fucker had broken it when he'd punched me in the jaw.
As Becca exited, I could tell she was angry even before she stomped over to me and shoved me three times in quick succession. Like Jimmy, Becca was a lot stronger than she looked, but now I knew why. I couldn't do much but ball up and take the hits.
"Where the fuck did you go? You just took off and left me there by myself. 'He wouldn't have left without saying goodbye if he had a choice.' You knew, you cocksucker, you knew, you knew he was dead!"
"Yeah, I knew! Antoni was in the news. But we gotta get the fuck out of here, Beccs, you're making a scene, another one, and I gotta get outta this neighborhood before something worse happens to me."
The high color of anger in her cheeks dropped away immediately into a pallid white. She'd been so pissed she'd never once registered the state of my face.
"Jesus Christ, Tony, what the fuck happened to you?"
"Your little Polish sausage's Daddy Dearest just beat the fuck out of me in the men's bathroom, that's what the fuck happened."
"Why would he do that?" Becca asked, but I didn't answer. She looked back to Skovorodka, following my gaze. Antoni Sr. was still standing there, just inside the front door, watching me with narrowed eyes, his hands folded neatly behind his back like a soldier at ease. It reminded me a lot of how Antoni used to stand while we were waiting for the train together.
"Fuck," she muttered, then "Shit," and grabbed me by the arm. "Come on."
"Why would he do that?" She asked me again as we climbed the stairs to the train platform.
"Antoni was Mob, Becca, Bratva. His whole goddamned family is. Him and his brothers and his father and his fucking Russian uncle, and I'd say your Mama Tatiana probably isn't in the dark about what her brother and her hubby and his sons do to make a living, either. I don't know why the Zabrowskas were on the Avenue, but suffice to say it was probably for nefarious reasons, and Jimmy found out about it and took care of business.
"Only I don't think he realized exactly who he was taking out at the time he did it, or else he never would have put the body in the River for somebody to find. And then the other three showed up to avenge their brother, only two of 'em never made it past Bianchi any farther than Antoni did."
"The fuck are you trying to say?" Her tone says she already understands just fine and doesn't want to.
"I'm saying your dear sweet Mamma killed your boyfriend, Becca. She removed all the identifying marks from his body, ate what she wanted, then pulled all his teeth out and chewed off his hands and his feet. They dumped the body in the East River and they found him about 5 days ago, floating off of Battery Park."
"Oh God. That's why. I asked Tatiana where Antoni was going to be buried and she told me in the public cemetery on Hart Island. They're not claiming the body because they don't wanna go to the cops. For the last week I been cussing him for everything he was worth, and he's been laying in the fucking morgue." She pressed her hand to her mouth, and I saw her bloodshot eyes filling with tears again.
"Please don't cry, Becca, cause I'm gonna start crying again and I've cried enough for today."
She sniffed back her tears and swallowed hard.
"But I don't understand, Tony, what the fuck does that have to do with you?"
"They knew, Beccs, they knew how the Zabrowskas died, who killed them, and they knew I helped Moretti get rid of the bodies afterwards. That's why Antoni's father went after me. The uh… the fucking Pakhan thought Jimmy sent me there to rub it in their faces that they weren't going to be able to bury any of their boys."
"How the fuck would they know that?" She barked at me.
"Somebody's feeding them information and not some asshole on the street, somebody from inside the Camorra."
"Who would do that?"
I saw her eyes darting about wildly as she tried to think of the answer to her own question.
"I don't know, uh, the driver that brought Moretti, he didn't look like he was too fond of Bianchi, maybe he's a fucking option."
"Frankie? I mean, him and Ma have never gotten along. He's never liked her and the feeling's mutual but… that doesn't make any sense, Frankie's always been loyal to the Camorra. Rossi always said he practically muttered the Omerta in his fucking sleep, that he was a soldato down to the bones."
"I have no idea, Becca, but it gets worse," I said quietly. If it didn't hurt so goddamned bad, I would've squeezed my eyes shut.
"How the fuck could it possibly get worse, Tony?"
"First you gotta promise you're not gonna hit me again."
Her hand balled into a fist, and I couldn't help but flinch.
"I'm gonna knock you the fuck out right now if you don't stop wasting my time, Cipriani."
"I sold her out, Becca. Bianchi. I told them where she lives and how to find her tonight."
"You what!?"
"I had to! He was gonna cut my fucking fingers off, and I don't know if he was going to take all four or just three but I wasn't about to fucking find out. I kind of need those fingers seeing as I'm a fucking southpaw!"
I held my left hand out to her, curled my fingers inward, but the third finger just… stayed straight. "Ah, fuck, I didn't even notice that."
"Jesus Christ, the tendon's been cut," she whispered, and when she pressed her hand to her mouth again she looked less like she was swallowing back tears and more like she was trying to swallow back vomit. I couldn't really blame her. I felt pretty nauseous myself.
"You know, I'm, I'm not worried about Ma," she said, finally. "It wouldn't be the first time somebody's tried to take her out. She's harder to kill than they think."
"Would, uh, would cutting her head off work? Cause if so I think they're already pretty aware of how to get the job done. They… they know Bianchi's not human, Becca."
Her face got paler, if that was even possible, and her eyes were the size of saucers.
"This is a goddamn nuclear disaster. Jesus fuck."
We stood the last few minutes waiting for the train in silence. As the doors slid shut and we sat down, Becca began laughing wildly.
"So you're in hysterics for real, huh?" I asked.
"You're gonna have to forgive me, I'm a little slow on the uptake today, but I just got it, Polish sausage… only, he wasn't little, you know, he was hung like a fucking horse, and it's a goddamn tragedy for women everywhere that the man isn't on this earth anymore. And he knew how to use it, too. Best sex I ever had in my life… only sex I ever had in my life, but that's not the fucking point." A short, barking sob tore out of her.
I groaned. "You know, that is way, way more information than I ever wanted to know about you and Antoni's sex life. You couldn't, uh, you couldn't let that one pass by, huh?"
"I never pass up the opportunity to make a good dick joke. And he had Good Dick."
I laughed and regretted it as it tightened muscles in my stomach that were still a little angry about being used as Antoni Sr's personal punching bag.
"Touché, Miss Rebecca, touché."
"The two-faced bastard, I gotta give the motherfucker that much, you know, it's a uniquely personal way to say Fuck You to the Underboss, getting his teenaged daughter pregnant. I am so, so goddamned tired of being a pawn in other people's games. He's lucky he's already dead or I'd kill the bitch myself," she whispered.
"It wasn't a game, Becca, what happened between you and Antoni," I whispered back. I knew because Antoni's corpse had told me as much. "Don't ask me how I know, cause I don't wanna talk about it, but it wasn't a game. You didn't know about him and he didn't know about you and it was a big, fucked up coincidence. You loved him, and he really, truly loved you... he worshiped the ground you walked on." Actually, he had said he worshiped the boots she walked in, but I figured it was a translation issue. "It was a regular old Romeo and Juliet: Brooklyn Edition."
She squeezed her eyes shut, snorted and at the same time choked on another sob.
"Yeah, but Romeo and Juliet ended in a double suicide, not a murder and a single mother." Her tiny hand went to her mouth again, and she wasn't able to hold back the tears this time. "I miss him, Tony, I miss him so fucking much."
"You know, Beccs, I miss him, too." I miss him when he was alive, not looking like a walking nightmare, and talking my goddamned ear off half the time, but I wasn't about to tell her that. "He was the first friend I made down here."
"It's fucking stupid. I still remember every single thing he said to me those first few times I met him."
"Odd as it is, I do too, Beccs. He was that kind of guy, I guess, he didn't have to work hard to make an impression on people. It was, uh, three days after I moved in, I think. I was in the basement, getting ready to do my laundry that morning, fighting with the stuck knob on that machine down at the end? And he walks in with his clothes basket balanced on his hip and reaches past me and just… turned the fucking thing, like it wasn't even stuck to begin with. 'It has an attitude, but it likes me,' he says, and I say, 'I can see that.'
"And he, he told me his name. 'Zabrowska,' he says, 'Antoni.' And I laughed and said, 'Nice to meet you, Toni, I'm Tony.' 'Really?' he says, and I say 'Yeah. Really. Antonio Alessio Gioele Cipriani, the third, if you please.'"
"Goddamn, that name is painfully Italian. No wonder you tell everybody 'Just call me Tony,'" Becca snorted.
"Thank you, Miss Rebecca, I can assure you I didn't pick it myself. But, 'Ah,' Toni says and kind of taps his hand in the center of his chest, 'Junior.' And I laughed again and said 'Our parents were goddamned creative when it came to the baby naming, right?' And he laughed, too, and shook my hand.
"And uh, a few days after that he showed up outside of my apartment and asked me if I wanted to go watch a game with him and his brothers at the sports bar down the street. It was Poland vs Korea. I still don't know shit about soccer, I've always been more of an American football kind of guy, but I did learn quite a few Polish swear words that day. Apparently they'd all bet money on the home team winning that game."
"I bet you did. Poland kept catching red cards that whole game. I bet on Korea, of course, and altogether I won 8 grand from four extremely pissed off Polish dudes when we stomped their ass all over the pitch. I had no idea how seriously the four of them took soccer. Antoni wouldn't even talk to me for three days. Probably didn't help I made an ass of myself laughing at all of them. Course, I woulda bet more if I'd known they were good for it. Dry cleaners, my ass," Becca spat.
"Well, in Antoni's defense, he probably did work at a dry cleaners like he told us, just like you work at a bodega, and Jimmy and me work at a restaurant, and Pops works at a hardware store. We all got day jobs. You know, I hate to bust your balls, Becca, but did it… never occur to you to ask Antoni if the tattoos meant something?"
"No," she said weakly. "I mean, I knew they were prison tats but Jesus Christ, half the people I know have been to prison. You've been to prison, half of my cousins have been to prison, hell, Pops has been to prison. You weren't here then, but all of 2016 to 2020 I was wearing a 'Free Rossi' t-shirt everyday, a lot of people in this neighborhood did. Ma got him off on the Murder 1 charges but numbers are numbers, and she couldn't get him out of the Tax Evasion. But I figured, if Antoni didn't wanna talk about it, then it was none of my business what had happened before we met each other."
She'd minded her own business a little too hard this time.
"What did you and Antoni talk about, Becca?"
"Everything! And anything, and nothing, all at the same time. He'd complain about living with his brothers, about Misiu always leaving hair all over the bathroom, and how Ciech always left sugar all over the kitchen counter after he made his coffee. And I'd complain about having to pick up all the empty bottles of makgeolli after my Dad in the morning. I'd help him wash all the dishes his dirty ass brothers would leave piled in the sink, and fold everybody's clothes.
"We got along well, me and Antoni, we were actually very compatible, we were both neat freaks when it came to our housekeeping. We even folded our towels the same way. And he'd bitch about how Igor could never balance the register correctly at the end of the day, and I'd bitch about how my Dad never checked our invoices correctly, and I was always having to cuss out the distribution reps for shorting us on our deliveries myself.
"And we'd watch TV together. He always made fun of me for the lame ass old Chuck Lorre sitcoms I loved to watch, and I'd make fun of him for all the stupid cop dramas he watched, every Law and Order known to man, and Blue Bloods and shit. We just… talked to each other, like we were two regular people, just living our lives. It was simple and it was easy, and it was enough, it was goddamned enough for me. Our relationship was the one normal thing I had going in my fucked up life."
She cracked at the end, sobbing brokenly. She turned her head to the side, pressed her face into my bicep as she wrapped both arms around mine. Tears filled my eyes, as well, and now I was wiping snot out of my nose as well as blood. I felt goddamned sorry for the kid, and I felt like she had a right to cry, but I had to distract her, for my own sake.
"So tell me, when was the first time you talked to Antoni? Was that the same day he asked you out?"
"No, there was some time between the two. He'd been there about a week, I guess, after they moved in. They got there back in like April. I'd fucked with him the first day, you know, asked him where the hell the accent came from, and he said Poland, and I told him welcome to America cause I felt like being a dick. And he said that he'd already been in country five years and I laughed at him and told him, goddamn, I couldn't tell cause he still sounded like he was fresh off the boat. And he got this look on his face, like he was trying to decide if he needed to be offended or not, so I told him I was just fucking with him, that he was doing better than my Mom, God rest her, cause it was seven years after she got here from Seoul before she even learned a word of English and my Dad was the one that had to teach her."
"Makes sense. I moved in in June, Toni mentioned he'd only been in the building about two months hisself."
She nodded, I could feel the movement in the sleeve of my coat where her cheek was pressed to my arm.
"Him and his brothers started coming in every day after that and you know, I kind of had my eye on him from the first time I talked to him. He was goddamn gorgeous, quite literally the walking definition of 'tall, dark, and handsome.' He had those incredibly blue eyes, and that fucking accent, man, shit put me in knots everytime he came in. I learned them all pretty quick, and Antoni was easy. He got the same thing everyday, box of Newport 100s and a pack of Russian Cream Backwoods with a large slushy. You know I gotta keep the cups behind the counter because motherfuckers'll fill it up and walk out when I get busy. I saw him when he came in, and went over to the ATM, so I had his shit sitting on the counter waiting for him."
Becca had a talent for memorizing all of the regular's orders, it wasn't unusual to see a long line of cigarettes, blunts, medicine, sometimes even crack pipes and Chore Boys, and anything else she kept behind the counter, set up neatly next to the register. She also had a talent for running both registers at the same time when the line got overly long and she was there alone. Sometimes I had no idea how she kept up with it all, but that was just Becca.
"And this drunk asshole came in, right after, he didn't even belong in the neighborhood, he stayed in Bed-Stuy, but he was with his cousin, and his cousin I knew and he was shooting me apologetic looks so I was already on guard. I was in a bad goddamn mood that day, anyway. And the drunk bitch, he walked over to the bathroom and tried to open it."
"Key's behind the counter," I said, and she nodded.
"And the key costs five dollars cause people make a fucking mess in the bathroom and I ain't cleaning that shit everyday for free. Well, drunk fuck got pissed and started talking a bunch of shit and threw his five dollars down on the counter, and you know, I can't stand that. You don't throw money at me, I ain't a goddamned stripper, you can put that shit in my hand or you can get the fuck out my store. And, I said 'Naw, son, for you it's gonna cost ten, five dollar Drunk Dick surcharge for being an asshole and cutting my line.' And the motherfucker… he called me a fucking stupid little bitch, and he told me people like me needed to be sent back to my own country."
I made a sound of disapproval, already seeing where this was headed.
"I hate that stupid shit. Where the fuck am I getting sent back to? The fucking hospital in Manhattan where I was born? Everybody in the store just kind of stopped and stood there, and dude's cousin? He just shook his head at me and walked right out the store and left him there."
"He wasn't gonna get involved, huh?" I asked.
"Fuck no. He wasn't stupid. I… uh, I was seeing red by that point so I balled up his money and I threw it across the store and told him to get the fuck out. I don't even remember half the shit I said to him, but I was yelling and he was yelling back and all of a sudden Antoni was… just there. I never even noticed him walking up. He was a big motherfucker, but goddamn he was quick and quiet when he wanted to be."
Becca laced her fingers through the fingers of my right hand and I gave them a squeeze as she readjusted her head against my shoulder. I turned mine to press a kiss to her hair. She was short enough that I didn't have to worry about bumping my nose. As I turned back, I noticed that there was a puddle of water on the seat across from us, and a pit formed in my stomach immediately. My face felt cold as the blood drained from it. The puddle of water made me more than just a little nervous to see it.
I had new enemies stacking up quick, and the last thing I needed was a pissed off, jealous ghost because his grieving fiancée was getting a little handsy with me. But… Antoni never showed himself, so I could only assume he approved of my offering her comfort in her time of need. Either that or he was waiting till I was alone to express his displeasure.
"'Is there a problem here?' was all he asked and the drunk bitch turned around and he got even more pissed. He goes 'Man, fuck you, white boy. Mind your own goddamned business.' And Antoni kind of got in his face, and goes, 'I have made it my business. She told you to leave. Either remove yourself or I will remove you.'
"And the liquor must've given him a bigger set of balls than he actually had, cause he took a swing at him. And Antoni, he just kind of… leaned back a little to avoid the swing and then leaned back in and… he knocked that bitch out cold with one punch. And then he picked him up, literally picked him up, and threw his ass out on the sidewalk, and kind of dusted his hands off afterwards."
"Well, if he's anything like his father then he could throw a hell of a right cross."
Becca laughed weakly.
"Yeah, his Dad boxes, they all did, you know, from when they were young. Antoni told me he got in his Dad's face once when he was about 16, and Old Papa Zabrowska coldcocked him in the kitchen, and when he woke up on the couch, his Dad dragged him out back in the alley and beat him bloody. Told him if his little grown ass thought he was a man, then he was grown enough to get his ass stomped like a man."
That made me feel a little better, to be honest. At least I wasn't the only one I knew who had caught an ass kicking from Antoni Sr.
"I bet he didn't talk shit to his Pops again after that, huh?"
"I asked him that exact question, he said 'Oh no, no, never again. I learned my lesson.' Toni and his brothers, though, were always getting in fights, even when I knew them. He told me it was hard on their Mama, back in Kraków, having four hormonal, teenaged boys with just shy of a year between each of them, you know cause… us fucking Roman Catholics ain't too fond of any method of contraception."
"I didn't know you was Catholic, too, B."
"Of course. Rossi is a devout Catholic, and that's how he raised me, and Nia, she's an Angel, you know, a Fallen One, that's what they call themselves, but she's even got real wings. A little more leathery and less feathery, but… same thing. She goes to Mass daily, turns out demons are actually very religious. Both of my parents were atheists, and that's how they raised me, but after some of the shit I've seen, you know, it ain't too unbelievable that there's a Big Guy upstairs."
She sniffed again, wiped at her nose and I offered her a bit of toilet paper from my pocket.
"That's how it all got started, the War in Heaven. God created Adam, the first living human body, and he told all the spirits in Heaven to kneel to him. And at least half of them weren't too fond of that idea, and the Morning Star stepped up as representative and said they wouldn't kneel to anyone but God. And they, uh, they lost the War, and He banished them all to Earth, to wander without bodies of their own while the other side got to come to Earth one at a time, to live their lives.
"But… then there was the first murder, Abel. Cain beat him to death with a rock, and the blood on the ground, the first human blood ever shed in violence, it called to God, but He wasn't the only one it called to. The blood, it gave him a way inside of a body. Lucifer. He was the First One. He's still here, you know, I've met him. He has a particular fondness for Nia, he calls her Young One, cause according to him 1607 wasn't all that long ago."
"I guess it isn't when you're that old."
"But, back to what I was saying about Toni, all of them were packed into one place together like fucking sardines, the four boys sharing one bedroom in a two bedroom apartment, and all having vastly different personalities. Tatiana is little, like me, and I don't imagine she could do much to break them up when they got to fighting about everything from who ate all the leftovers to who got the top bunks on the beds."
"Probably not," I answered.
"I mean, I could practically smell the testosterone in their fucking apartment whenever I walked in, and it was probably even worse back then. And apparently, that had been their Dad's method of keeping them from tearing up his wife's house all the time. Whenever a problem inevitably developed, he'd just take them down to the gym and throw them in the ring without any gloves and tell them to fucking handle it, and whoever was still standing at the end was the one that won the argument.
"Uh, but, uh, when Toni hit the guy, all, all I could do was stand there with my mouth hanging open like a fucking fish. I mean, I was in love, right that fucking second, standing there. The hormones were running on overdrive, my head was practically spinning with how fast all the blood rushed south, you know? Everybody was still standing there and Antoni tried to get back in line and I said, 'Uh-uh. Take your shit and go on.' And he goes," Beccs began laughing again, laughed so hard there were tears in her eyes once more.
"He goes, 'Am I in trouble?'''
I had to wrap my left arm tight around my stomach because I couldn't stop myself from laughing either. The makeshift bandage on my left hand that I'd wound out of paper towel had soaked through, I was going to have to change it soon.
"He didn't say that, Becca."
"Yes the fuck, he did. And I went, 'No, you dumbass, it's on the house, and in case I gotta translate, that means it's free. Small price to pay for a security detail.' And he just kind of blinked at me for a second, before he nodded his head and grabbed his things off the counter, went and filled his slushy up."
"You probably scared the piss out of him for that second, he probably thought he'd been found out. That's what they call it, what he was, Obshchak, Security Group."
"He stopped before he left, and told me thank you. And I said 'No, dziękuję', thank you. And then I winked at him and said 'Miłej nocy, piękna.'" She straightened up as the train began to slow for our stop.
"And what did that mean?"
"Have a good night, gorgeous." She said with a watery grin.
"Smooth, B, real smooth. Nothing quite like hitting on a man in his native language. "
"I mean, you know us, Tony, we got Southern Hospitality down here. As long as you're not an asshole, I do everything I can to make sure everyone feels welcome when they come inside. That's why there's a sign on the door that says 'DMZ.' They might have beef on the streets but don't nobody take that shit inside my store. And that means asking the Mexicans down the street if they need a bolsa, and making sure I ordered Farid's miswaks so he didn't have to walk all the way down to the Pakistani store, and sometimes it means learning a little bit of Polish so I could flirt with the new guy downstairs the next time he came in."
We exited the train, made the switch, and stood on the platform waiting for the next to take us back to Avenue U. As I glanced to the side, I could see a puddle forming on the platform next to me, drip by drip. It was already freezing around the edges. As it turned out, I wasn't the only nosy fuck around here.
"And apparently the flirting was well received by our dearly departed half-Russian friend."
"Apparently, cause about a week later I was having a busy fucking Friday night and my Dad had already gone home, and I was trying to shut her down but motherfuckers kept coming inside right up until 11. I made DeAndre from downstairs stand at the door and tell people we were closed and that he was the last customer for the night and after I rung him up I told him to flip the sign on the door and I'd lock it when I finished my cigarette count… only, I forgot to ever lock it, and DeDe's traitorous ass, he fucking set me up. He knew I had a thing for Antoni, and when he saw him coming down off the platform and rushing down the sidewalk, he let him in and told him he was the last customer for the night and to flip the sign on the door."
She closed her eyes for a moment.
"It took me… exactly 16 minutes to notice he was there. I know, cause after I was done pissing myself when I figured out I wasn't alone, the Polish smart-ass showed me his watch. He'd set a timer when he realized I wasn't paying any attention to him, and then just stood there, waiting to see how long it would take. I had my earphones in, and it took four songs," she held up her hand and ticked them off with her fingers. "'Savage Like', 'Money, Sex, Drugs', 'Proud' and 'Only.'
"I turned around and screamed like a little bitch when I saw him. And then I got pissed, cause I was embarrassed, I'd been singing along to all the songs cause I thought I was alone in the store. I started screaming at him. 'What the fuck, you can't read? The sign says Closed.' And he goes 'No, it didn't. It still said Open. I turned it myself.' I hadn't counted down my register yet, so I just went ahead and grabbed his shit and rung him up, cussing DeDe the whole time and I asked him how long he'd been standing there, and he showed me his watch. And he says, 'You shouldn't wear those, it's dangerous,' talking about my headphones, and I said, 'What are you, my fucking father?' And he got kind of a funny look on his face."
I released a weak snicker, holding my stomach tight again. I couldn't resist fucking with them both a little bit.
"He kinda had a point, Becca. Although, I can tell you he was probably less concerned about being your father and more concerned about becoming your Daddy."
"Oh, so now you got the dirty jokes," Becca said flatly.
"What can I say, B, you're a bad influence on me."
"Eh," she said after a moment, "You wouldn't be the first. You know, months later he told me that he'd stood there that long because he didn't think he'd have the nerve to ask what he wanted to ask the next time if he left, which, you know, what the fuck? What am I, scary?"
I couldn't help but laugh again.
"Yes, Becca, you are, you're fucking terrifying half the time. You might be a short fuck but dynamite comes in small packages, you know? He was probably afraid you'd tell him to suck your dick and ban him from the store for a month like every other poor motherfucker I've seen ask you out, and he probably didn't want to go through your particular brand of ridicule in front of an audience, on top of that, with all the other customers laughing him out of the store."
"It ain't my fault I'm this size," she said after a moment, shooting me a perturbed look.
"No shit, Sherlock. It's genetics."
"It ain't even that. It's the blood. I mean, my parents were both tall, you know, for Koreans, anyway, my Mom was 5'6. I probably would've been too if I'd had the chance, but, you know, the blood it… stops things. Why do you think Jimmy looks the way he does? I mean, Pops believes in 'aging gracefully,' as he says, but old Giacomino is a vain fuck, and he's got more of a taste for 'the Stuff' than Rocco ever had. He turned 65 this year, he's only two years younger than Pops, he was already 34 years old when he met Nia for the first time. He tells people he's got a good plastic surgeon, when they ask. And the same thing happened to me. My body wanted to stay 8 years old, forever.
"Rossi had to get hormones, fucking estrogen and progesterone and HGH, off the black market to force my body to start puberty and to fucking grow. It's not like we could go to a doctor and explain why I needed the prescription. I mean, these tits aren't even mine. Ma bought 'em for my sixteenth birthday so I wouldn't feel so goddamned self-conscious. Nia's not exactly flat-chested, as you know, neither was my Mom, and it kind of gave me a fucking complex when I was growing up."
"I mean, is she? I haven't really noticed," I replied, evasively.
"Yes, you have, you lying fuck. There isn't a straight or bisexual man, or a lesbian or bisexual woman for that matter, that comes within fifty feet of Appolonia Bianchi that doesn't notice all of her unnatural charms. It made for some interesting 'family' trips during the summer when we'd leave the city, lemme tell you. I asked Pops once, you know, if he ever got jealous when she'd show up with some random dick she'd run across, cause I used to think it was pretty shitty of her.
"I said she could've at least kept things on the downlow and not throw it in Rocco's face every few days. But he told me no, he loved her, he understood her nature very well and he'd accepted what she was years before I was even born, and that she loved him too, and more importantly, respected him. She always introduced the men to him because that was what he'd asked of her. That it was the one aspect of control he had in the situation, giving his 'permission' for her little liaisons. That it made him feel better to let them know they might be getting a piece, but she'd be ending every night lying in his bed, regardless of what they did."
I nodded. "I guess I can kind of see his point."
"But, the blood, that's how I ended up pregnant. I mean, I'm not a dumbass, I know how babies are made, but I wasn't worried about using condoms with Antoni, neither of us wanted to. I told him if he gave me anything I'd cut his dick off, and he knew I was serious, too, and he considered it a proportional response. I didn't even think I could get pregnant.
"I stopped the birth control when I was 16 because it was making me gain weight and my cheer coach bitched me out in front of fucking everybody, and Rossi's guy said I needed to keep taking it to keep my hormone levels even. So I told Antoni I didnt want to get into my medical history, but suffice to say I was probably fucking sterile anyway, so he didn't have to worry about it, and he told me he wasn't worried about it at all. But apparently my fucking parts work better than I thought."
"Or maybe he had some damned determined swimmers, who knows."
"I don't know why I was even concerned about not using condoms anyway. Technically we were all excommunicated as of 2014. Pope said the mafiosi lifestyle isn't compatible with the Catholic one. You know, I wonder how Antoni would feel about all this, I wonder if he'd be pissed, think I lied to him about not being able to get pregnant."
"You're just gonna have to take my word for it, B, but he's not angry in the least, he's pretty fucking proud of hisself." I'd say his chest was stuck out but he didn't have much of a chest left these days, so I just kept that part to myself. "Pretty sure he said he wasn't worried about it because he was hoping you were wrong about being sterile."
Beccs gave me a strange look but the train arrived at just that moment. The people exiting did quite a bit of staring, unlike the people leaving the funeral, but I just tucked my arm around Becca and shouldered my way past them and found us a seat. The drops of water followed us into the train.
"What's with the present tense, Tony? Is that some kind of cliche 'he's lookin' down on you' bullshit?"
I snorted and wiped the bubble of blood from my nose, staring at the puddle of water that was starting to form in the seat next to us. I could feel the cold emanating from Antoni all along my left side. Oddly enough, it was easing the intense ache in my nearly severed ring finger.
"He ain't looking down on us, B, I can tell you that much."
"So it's a Hell joke?"
"No, not really. But then again, I'm pretty sure we're all in Hell right this second, Miss Rebecca, so yes, yes it is."
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2023.05.28 06:30 No_Frame1604 racial discrimination at my h‑e‑b location part 1

I am a black woman at a predominately white/hispanic heb location, and i’ve had numerous occasions where i’ve felt like i’ve been discriminated against. However tonight i had an interaction that really made my blood boil and I am not sure what to do. I came into the store around 10:30 ish; keep in mind my location closes at 11 so there were not many shoppers present. I was craving lobster mac and cheese so I went to the seafood section and looked for a good amount of time. I was not able to find it, so i just settled on some lobster bisque. Keep in mind, any time i shop i’m kind of in my own world, and am not really paying attention to every intrinsic detail of what i’m doing. At one point while i was scanning the seafood for the lobster basket i had put my red basket down and was examining my hair in the mirror, and i was also on the phone. I am providing details of everything because I am not sure what caused this incident to happen, but maybe someone else can understand. After i grabbed the lobster bisque, I turned around and I saw my MIC in the corner coming from the beginning of the meat department. I saw him as I was walking sort of in that direction, but I subtly turned directions because I was not in the mood to socialize, and I was in the middle of a phone call anyways. (When i shop i do not want to talk to coworkers anyways btw). I ended up going around the next aisle, because I was also trying to get some gel, and when i shop i always try to avoid walking near the front end as much as possible because again i don’t want to socialize. Literally two aisles down I see one of my ASM’s at the end of the aisle, and he was speaking into his walkie. I am naturally an observant person, so i kept note of this even though I was on the phone. by the time I got to the cosmetic aisle, the same asm was also down that aisle too. I had kept running into him multiple times, and yet I was distracted partially on the phone I kept noting it mentally. I finally got the hair product I needed and proceeded to go to self checkout. After i finish scanning and paying for two items, I see the MIC look at me as he is walking right by towards self checkout towards floral which is right behind the self checkout. As i’m leaving, I see the ASM and the MIC both in floral talking. I hadn’t even seen the ASM in the back of floral because it was dark, so I know 100 percent I was being followed because that’s how they act when suspicious customers are present. I am so angry because I would never steal from anywhere, and have never done anything to even raise this kind of suspicion. Also what kind of idiot would I be to steal from my own job? I literally just had a late night craving and I didn’t want to talk to the managers that I had just spoken to earlier today so I avoided talking because i should be able to shop in peace. Is there anyone I can talk about this? I am angry, and this isn’t right.
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2023.05.28 06:30 Pretty_Montaza Racial profiling

Any & all are open to comment. I’m open to comments/constructive criticism. I consider if I was the one in the wrong. But here’s my story.
 So tonight after pulling a double shift at work, mind you I’m a hostess at a Restaurant chain in Arden. I have my boyfriend drop me off at the door, I make my way to the cosmetics department where a woman named LINDA watched me as I casually browsed the area. (I just came in for some lashes) Well I start looking at face wash and she makes it clear to me (the first time) that I am to address her before I leave the department so she can check me out, I nodded my head in affirmation thinking to myself “that’s odd, there’s self checkout directly across from this department?” well as aspected other women who are not of melanin royalty came into the cosmetics department grabbed a few items and walked out without having to address LINDA.. before I check out I remember that I needed cotton balls, that are on the other side of the department and LINDA decided that she needed to grab me by my arm and tell me that I am to checkout with her before I left the department.. I thank god that he gave me wisdom because if he gives me strength I’m gonna need bail money. I express to LINDA that I didn’t have a problem with doing that & that I am not done shopping yet and that she doesn’t need to hold me I’m not going to run & whenever I’m finished shopping I will do that. Mind you the women behind me made it to self check unscathed.. ✨Mind you, I am a hostess✨ which means I’m wearing all black. I proceeded to checkout without an argument, got her name & tried going to management about it which at the time of the shift the managers name was JAMIE, while asking other associates about the woman in the cosmetics department there were 2-3 employees who said & I can attest “oh my gosh, it’s LINDA again” i.e “she’s gotten so many complaints from a lot of people” moving forward I told the shift manager on duty of Walmart 01317 on Bleachery Blvd who’s name is JAMIE what happened & he tells me “She’s had multiple complaints but I can’t have her fired” I tell him “sir I do not want her fired, I work hard for my money just like everyone else does the last thing I want is her fired” so he asks me what can I do to make this right? (Seems pretty plausible right?) I say “I would like an apology.” Just apologize for physically assaulting me & straight up just racially profiling me as I was when i stepped foot in that door. Simple. As. That. He tells me he can’t “make” her do that. So I calmly stood there thinking about a peaceful resolution of the matter and JAMIE bangs his fist on the counter at customer service and screaming at the top of his lungs like an adolescent “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY STORE!!” I calmly walk away. I tell my boyfriend of 4 years (not that it matters who is white) he goes in there and LINDA has “left” (in actuality the Wal-Mart Associates were hiding her basically) and everyone that I spoke to prior to my boyfriend walking in there didn’t know what happened had no clue what he was talking about he even went up to JAMIE & JAMIE tried to cover his name tag but my boyfriend saw his name & asked him if it was JAMIE & he confirmed his name, my boyfriend asked him what happened & JAMIE acted like he had no idea who or what he was talking about they didn’t know he was my boyfriend and I was not in there at the time he went in. (I was on the phone with corporate.) Not that any of you care nor do I expect you to but that was embarrassing for a 25 year old BLACK female my name is SE’MYIA VANNOY and I will never let one person no matter who they are define me whether it be my ethnicity, gender, &/or religion. What happened tonight Walmart will not get away with. I have filed a statement I have witnesses & I am suing Walmart on Bleachery blvd Asheville NC store number 01317 because JAMIE handed the situation unprofessionally, used profanity to a shopper & LINDA racially profiled me and it was obviously not just me because of all her recent complaints I heard everyone comment about whenever I went searching for a manager. Also because LINDA is a piece of shit. I hope this makes a difference & my story is heard. That is all. 
Xoxo, Scarlett M.
(Sorry for any misspelling &/or punctuation.)
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2023.05.28 06:28 LibraryPleasant1253 T species recommendations?

Looking for a pretty black and white terrestrial species, preferably one that’s generally okay for inexperienced keepers. I’m thinking maybe Acanthoscurria geniculata, or something similar with a nice black and white pattern.
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2023.05.28 06:27 eeven447 Alright this maybe crazy or crazy cool

Alright this maybe crazy or crazy cool
I like guitars and I have a lot of interest so I got an idea of taking a bunch of stickers and putting it one one sick looking guitar and here’s is the result
  1. Cool looking arrowhead ( painted in vantablack cause it’s cool)
  2. Squire katana neck
  3. Beginner hacker and read ghost in the wires
  4. Weird plague doctor obsession 5.strings back to hacking and likes viruses
  5. Mcr fan
  6. Scp049
  7. Hacker stuff we anonymous
  8. Hacker again but with Mr robot
  9. Eve is cool dramaturgy is badass
  10. FOXXXXXXX (I’m talking to you mgs fans)
  11. Eve is still cool
  12. Listened to nihil by accident and now recently I don’t give a fuck about a diss on this post
  13. Black holes are cool
  14. Nuclear stuff is cool
And that is the end of the list, if you have any recommendations I would appreciate it
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2023.05.28 06:24 Lazy-Abrocoma8087 Epic Games should make to where it’s possible to wear the all black and all white superhero skins just without the mask, so only the head is visible when playing against others. I thought the point of gatekeeping the colors was to prevent players from hiding easily.

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2023.05.28 06:22 Pretty_Montaza Opinions? Open To All.

So tonight after pulling a double shift at work, mind you I’m a hostess at a Restaurant chain in Arden. (25F) I have my boyfriend (28M) drop me off at the door, I make my way to the cosmetics department where a woman named LINDA (40-something F) watched me as I casually browsed the area. (I just came in for some lashes) Well I start looking at face wash and she makes it clear to me (the first time) that I am to address her before I leave the department so she can check me out, I nodded my head in affirmation thinking to myself “that’s odd, there’s self checkout directly across from this department?” well as aspected other women who are not of melanin royalty came into the cosmetics department grabbed a few items and walked out without having to address LINDA.. before I check out I remember that I needed cotton balls, that are on the other side of the department and LINDA decided that she needed to grab me by my arm and tell me that I am to checkout with her before I left the department.. I thank god that he gave me wisdom because if he gives me strength I’m gonna need bail money. I express to LINDA that I didn’t have a problem with doing that & that I am not done shopping yet and that she doesn’t need to hold me I’m not going to run & whenever I’m finished shopping I will do that. Mind you the women behind me made it to self check unscathed.. ✨Mind you, I am a hostess✨ which means I’m wearing all black. I proceeded to checkout without an argument, got her name & tried going to management about it which at the time of the shift the managers name was JAMIE, (40-something M) while asking other associates about the woman in the cosmetics department there were 2-3 employees who said & I can attest “oh my gosh, it’s LINDA again” i.e “she’s gotten so many complaints from a lot of people” moving forward I told the shift manager on duty of Walmart 01317 on Bleachery Blvd who’s name is JAMIE what happened & he tells me “She’s had multiple complaints but I can’t have her fired” I tell him “sir I do not want her fired, I work hard for my money just like everyone else does the last thing I want is her fired” so he asks me what can I do to make this right? (Seems pretty plausible right?) I say “I would like an apology.” Just apologize for physically assaulting me & straight up just racially profiling me as I was when i stepped foot in that door. Simple. As. That. He tells me he can’t “make” her do that. So I calmly stood there thinking about a peaceful resolution of the matter and JAMIE bangs his fist on the counter at customer service and screaming at the top of his lungs like an adolescent “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY STORE!!” I calmly walk away. I tell my boyfriend of 4 years (not that it matters who is white) he goes in there and LINDA has “left” (in actuality the Wal-Mart Associates were hiding her basically) and everyone that I spoke to prior to my boyfriend walking in there didn’t know what happened had no clue what he was talking about he even went up to JAMIE & JAMIE tried to cover his name tag but my boyfriend saw his name & asked him if it was JAMIE & he confirmed his name, my boyfriend asked him what happened & JAMIE acted like he had no idea who or what he was talking about they didn’t know he was my boyfriend and I was not in there at the time he went in. (I was on the phone with corporate.) Not that any of you care nor do I expect you to but that was embarrassing for a 25 year old BLACK female my name is SE’MYIA VANNOY and I will never let one person no matter who they are define me whether it be my ethnicity, gender, &/or religion. What happened tonight Walmart will not get away with. I have filed a statement I have witnesses & I am suing Walmart on Bleachery blvd Asheville NC store number 01317 because JAMIE handed the situation unprofessionally, used profanity to a shopper & LINDA racially profiled me and it was obviously not just me because of all her recent complaints I heard everyone comment about whenever I went searching for a manager. Also because LINDA is a piece of shit. I hope this makes a difference & my story is heard. That is all
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2023.05.28 06:19 TrustNo0ne1031 Yellow, white and black Sentinel Interceptor. I saw A class and C class on planet, Euclid. It has a bus or hauler look to it.

Yellow, white and black Sentinel Interceptor. I saw A class and C class on planet, Euclid. It has a bus or hauler look to it. submitted by TrustNo0ne1031 to NMSCoordinateExchange [link] [comments]


2023.05.28 06:18 euphgang Lost Deck At YCS Philly!

I lost my deck between rounds 3 and 4 of the main event at the YCS. It’s in a black deck box with a dice tray and a blue and white sticker on the side that reads “NO ONE BREAKS THE RANKS” in all caps. Deck inside has red main deck sleeves and white extra deck sleeves with the DAMA Shooting Majestic Star Dragon field center. There’s a copy of Magical Hound in the side deck and two orange Junk Synchron dice in the dice tray. Last saw it near tables 45-50 right before round 4 pairing were announced, pretty sure I just forgot to put it back in my bag before leaving the table. If you find it or know someone who knows where it might be, please turn it in to the Lost and Found and PM me! Thanks!
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2023.05.28 06:17 Ok-Driver-1666 Need advice on how to handle toxic, racist in-laws

I'm sorry if this is not the right place to ask. I also posted this on interracial dating.
I (29F) am a Filipino-American and am married to a white American (29M). All names included have been changed.
I’m posting to ask for advice on how to handle my in-laws/his family, who are very toxic, enabling, condescending, and racist (but obviously claim to be very progressive and have called each other “the most liberal people”). This has been an ongoing issue the whole 5 years we’ve been together, and it’s only gotten worse. We’re now finally going to pursue couples therapy but I’m desperate and wanted to ask for advice from anyone who’s been through it (none of my friends have).
Important to note, my husband and I have a very solid, healthy relationship. We are very communicative and hold our own selves accountable. We apologize when we’re wrong and never condescend the other’s feelings (for ex, “you’re being dramatic,” and “you need to get over it” are not ever things either of us say to each other).
So, where to start.
My husband is the youngest in his family, and their family culture is very much just saying awful things disguised as jokes, and then when someone is offended, they essentially get bullied into getting over it. No one apologizes. And they consider you to be sensitive or dramatic when you don’t agree with the unwritten rule of just keeping the peace.
When he and I first started dating, it was really difficult for him to even tell me if I did something that hurt his feelings. It was like he always thought it was just him that could be wrong and never me, because that’s pretty much the message his family raised him with. Any time he’s upset, his parents pressure him to just getting over it and that he should know his siblings didn’t mean it that way.
I wanna be clear that the whole family tolerates just insane amounts of disrespect and rude behavior, especially from the oldest brother (Jack) and his wife (Jill).
Some examples of the things I’ve just heard in the short time I’ve been around:
1.5 to 2 years ago, the two who again NEVER TALK TO ME OR LOOK AT ME, sent me Filipino trinkets in the mail. And I felt so disgusted. They didn’t look at me or talk to me, but dehumanized me down to the only thing they consider worth thinking about, which is me being Filipino and being a token of their liberalism. They patted each other on the back about “celebrating my culture.” These are the same people who pat each other on the back for paying their POC maid enough money so she can go to school, like they’re giving charity when they’re just paying their god damn employee fairly.
We’ve been pretty much low contact since then.
At that time, I finally started going to therapy about it because I didn’t know what to do. I was having growing feelings of resentment, not only towards to them but towards my husband. At the time, he didn’t really stick up for me. He was very much under the impression of “they’ve never listened to me in my life, why would they listen now.” Very defeatist given how they’ve treated him. I’m not saying it was wrong of him to feel that way, but I felt very alone and that he expected me to just deal with it. He still wanted me to go to family gatherings, even though it was upsetting every single time. But I also didn’t want to minimize how difficult it must be for him to be learning how unpleasant his family is and how toxic they’ve been to him his whole life, so I felt it important to give him grace and support.
Fast forward a year, his family is discussing holiday plans. My husband says “if anyone is considering sending my wife racist trinkets in the mail, DON’T.” And that set EVERYONE OFF. And now it became blatant. It was like an SNL skit on white liberals, but it was real life. Jack said “well it’s racist that you gave me sunscreen because I’m white.” And Jill and SIL said “wow, can you imagine getting such a special, considerate gift and reading it as racist.” And SIL also said “black people don’t like being called POC’s” when my husband used that shorthand for something completely unrelated, it was actually insane. “Well, let us apologize to the entire Philippines for our gift. The Etsy seller said it was a GREAT gift.” That actually made me laugh.
Since then, we’ve gone no-contact with the siblings. And ever since then, his parents, especially his Mom, has made so many passive aggressive comments about how my husband needs to get over it, and how everyone else is over it so we should be too. They’ve never apologized. They’ve never reached out to him to talk about it more. NOT A SINGLE TIME. He’s asked his mom to stop including him in their group chats, and she won’t. He and his dad bike together, and he now has insisted the sister comes along. And when my husband declined the invitation, he got a call from his mom.
At this point, I’m not asking for his parents to understand, but can they not respect the boundary my husband has implemented? Every time they do this, we think about and lament for DAYS. It has ruined our day today. She hung up on him when he refused to go. Like, I get it, you don’t give a fuck about me or my feelings, or him or his feelings, and that still just fucking hurts every time.
The thing is, over my god damn dead body would I allow any children we may have to go to any family gatherings with them to just not be looked at or to be made to feel as though they’re annoying (they’ve said the most disgusting things about kids; they’re the animals are better than people type). We would never allow them to be treated how they’ve treated either of us.
Idk what to do. It feels too much to go no-contact with his parents too, but they keep pushing and making us feel so guilty for not wanting anything to do with the siblings. There’s also a part of me that’s like…well, everyone has in-law issues I hear, am I supposed to just fall in line? But my friend recently said to me “yeah, but normal in-law issues are like oh they’re kind of annoying, NOT dehumanizing you.”
What do I do? I don’t know what more I can do if they keep not respecting our boundaries. It’s currently so hard not to hate his mom when it’s so clear to me that not only does she not get it, but she’s chosen her allegiance and she doesn’t give a fuck at all how much they’ve hurt me. I’m desperate for advice.
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2023.05.28 06:14 United_Landscape3829 black and white movies

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2023.05.28 06:12 Eastern_Ad6151 gloomy sunday trippings

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2023.05.28 06:12 sphincter_of_odin HELP! Black staining underarm T-Shirts

I have recently noticed that just about all my light coloured tees have started getting these dark stains after washing them. I initially thought It was the tea tree oil deodorant I was using so have since swapped back to Nivea invisible black and white but it still seems to happen to all my new light tees. We have also started using vinegar in the fabric softener part of the washing? Could it be this? Im at a loss and and just about to give up on buying light colored shirts all together.
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2023.05.28 06:11 onebuddyforlife Reincarnated Into Another World As A Dicemaster Prologue

I rested my chin on the palm of my hand, overlooking the serene, green scenery of the rice fields outside of my classroom. The mountains stood tall and unmoving from afar, dividing the clouds that pass through its summit. I sigh in relaxation, appreciating the peaceful surroundings that one cannot find in the cities.
I snapped out of my quiet trance as a small truck carrying hay passed by the road, and I once again noticed the faint yet consistent mashes of buttons coming from my only friend in the province. Since our teacher announced that she had to leave class early, leaving us in class for the rest of our last period today, my friend over to my right has been playing the newly released game nonstop. The new MMORPG game, Alterra.
My blonde-haired friend Hirato was playing on a portable gaming console. His back has been arched towards the console for the past 15 minutes, his eyes are practically glued to the console’s screen. I inched my seat toward him to take a closer look. He was trying to defeat a monster resembling a three-headed snake—a Hydra. His character’s health was one hit away from hitting zero, but the Hydra was practically undamaged.
“Hey, Hirato,” I called him. “How long are you going to play that game?”
“Awww, I died!” He says exasperatedly, leaning back on his chair in annoyance. “I’ve been trying to beat this boss since yesterday and there’s no luck at all! I even have my gear maxed out for this level, and still...”
Hirato continued speaking as he packed his console into his backpack, “I wouldn’t have any problem at all had you continued playing video games with me. You could help me beat the boss, you know."
Then, Hirato started to make some "drama" in a weird, playful manner. "Come on, Naruki! We were best buddies since we were kids! Whatever must have happened between us, my best friend?” The bell rings across the school building, indicating the end of classes for the day. At the same time, I made a disgusted look at him after saying something corny that must have come from some TV show.
“Stop it with that little skit of yours. We are still best buddies, but I’ve grown up from playing games. Remember, we’re going to college next year and I’ve been preparing for it ever since.” I grabbed my bag from beneath my seat, and just as I stood up, the wooden plank I stood on creaked.
"That's not true, and there's no way you'll pass up on an MMORPG like Alterra! There's no way you stopped playing just for college." Hirato claimed, but he quickly switched into a pondering tone. “Though you made me think about college. You want to go to Tokyo University from what I recall, but I thought you were tired of the city because it’s too crowded there?” He asked.
“It’ll give me a greater chance to get hired for a job with a high salary. My dad also said that it takes some time to get used to the city when I’ve been living all my life in the rice fields.” I ignored Hirato's first statement--but it's true. There's no way I can quit gaming, so I lied to him about it, but I also don't want to take precious time off when I'm studying for a test that will literally decide my future.
“You’re already thinking of your future far ahead.”
“Well, do you want to stay in this school?”
As I took another step towards the door, the wood plank creaked again, filling the short silence in Hirato’s pause.
“...You make a point.” He uttered in agreement.
My school was a single-story building with multiple rooms, occupied by a few students in different grades. To add, we were also the only third-year high school students in the school. Everything here is made of thin wood and paper, and the wooden flooring creaked ever so often that if we step on it the wrong way, it might literally collapse the floor. This building was so old that I’d be having a family reunion with the souls of my family from five generations ago every school day.
The cool breeze of the late afternoon blew toward us as we made our way to the paved dirt road.
"By the way, Hirato."
"Hm?"
"I lied. I'm actually playing Alterra. Since it released."
"Wha-- Then why won't you play co-op with me?!" Hirato was almost screaming in my face, taken aback by my lie.
"Because you're stupid. Why would you cast "Damage Reflect" on Hydra's one-turn kill when you're barely alive? Plus, it won't even damage the Hydra because the game recognizes the reflected damage as an effect, and the boss is immune to any effect."
"Urgh... Watch me beat that Hydra tomorrow, you'll regret not playing with me!"
"Do your best, Hirato. See you tomorrow," I sarcastically said to him as I watched my best friend run to his home, probably excited to try out what I just said. After all, I'm way past his level, so I can't even play with him without ruining his casual experience. It's time to go home for me as well, but the next bus stop is an hour from now. Maybe I'll play for a bit while waiting.
It was the scent of fresh air and the quiet atmosphere that separates urban life from rural life. Most people prefer convenience, while the minority prefer peacefulness. I'm part of the latter, but I still want to get a job in the city. Even if I'm still unsure what I wanted to be in the future.
“Hey, you brat!” A faint, old man’s voice screamed from the rice fields beside the paved road. “Watch out, the ground is dangerous there! Didn’t you see the sign?!”
My thoughts were cut off as I heard him shout at me with great urgency. After my eyes dart to the old man, I abruptly turn to see that there was a sign on the side of the road on both sides that said [ENTRY CLOSED]. Why wasn’t there any blockage? But it was my fault for not paying close attention to my surroundings.
“I’m sorry, mister. I didn’t see it earlier.” I apologized in a nonchalant manner, mostly because I still didn't realize the gravity of the situation at this time.
“Let go of your bag. Climb over the fence towards me. Now,” says the man.
While I didn’t know what could be so dangerous about this road that warrants an urgent reaction, I trusted him. But before I could even drop my bag, the ground starts to sink with me in the center.
It was only then that fear started to settle within me. My heart sank from my inability to do anything as my mind tried to process what was happening and what was about to befall. My legs shook from the sinking ground as well, to control my balance. I cannot feel the center of gravity in my feet anymore.
In a desperate attempt to escape from the sinking ground, I jumped, trying to outrun the sinking before I go along with it.
Yet it was too late.
The ground crumbled beneath me, revealing a sinkhole. All the adrenaline in my body surges instantly, slowing down time and making the fall to my imminent death seem like an eternity. The rocks from the ground begin to break apart and fall as if it wants to bury me as well if I wasn't dead yet from the fall.
Strangely enough, I thought that when my time comes, I’ll accept Death and warmly embrace it, but it’s too soon and unfair. My arms are both outstretched to the sunlight above, as my mind screams, “I don’t want to die yet!”
The falling rocks fully cover the sunlight as I fully plunge into the darkness, and along it with me as well. Thankfully with the darkness blinding what seems to be my body being crushed and mutilated by the heavy rocks, it only felt like I fell asleep, never to wake up again.
Good night, world.
My eyes slowly fluttered open to a familiar ceiling; particularly, my bedroom. The dark blue-painted star walls and the transparent curtain were both familiar, yet in front of me was some child using my computer. The window outside is also blindingly bright which made it seem impossible to peek outside.
“Um...” I didn’t know what else to say, so I tried to get the young girl’s attention
“Mhmhm!” A proud, laughing sneer came from the child. Still sitting on my gaming chair, she turned around to face me, her shoulders crossed and an arrogant expression that ticks me off for some reason.
“Welcome to the afterlife, Naruhaya Tabito. I have chosen you to–wait, who the FUCK are you?!” Her arrogant expression transforms into a mix of confusion, panic, and surprise after she opened her eyes.
“I should be the one saying that!” I exclaimed back, but I did not get a response because she quickly turned to the monitor. Upon standing up from my bed, I notice that the sounds of mouse clicking and keyboard pressing were all attributed to her--playing Alterra?
If this was the afterlife... It didn't look too bad. The events that transpired earlier haven’t registered in my mind yet.
“Hey, am I really dead?” I asked her.
The young girl was typing before she exclaimed in panic, “No no no...! You’re really dead! I killed the wrong person!”
“I see.” I didn’t know how to react to my death, but I also didn't feel sad or sentimental. I didn’t have much going on in the real world before I died, after all.
The young girl paused her game as she turned around to face me. “It’s because you aren’t supposed to die! I may have pressed your name accidentally while I was looking for a suitable candidate in the Living Database...” She sighs as she sinks into her chair. “Well, I suppose it’s not that big of a deal.”
The girl stood on the gaming chair, clad in a red-colored robe with a two-pointed hat that almost resembled horns. Her red-toned eyes glinted with the light of the bright window.
“Naruki Haruhito, sit,” With one downward motion of her finger, I immediately felt a strong, compelling force that made me sit on the bed.
“My name is Filya, and I am the Goddess of Creation! Your Creator, and the One Above All!” She introduces herself with her arms crossed. It appears to me that she was trying to act superior and intimidating, but her haughty attitude, matched with her small stature, made it seem like she really was someone’s kid lost in my bedroom who was cosplaying as an anime character.
“You’re a child,” Even at this point in the afterlife, I do not believe her being the world’s creator for a bit.
“Wha–” Filya is taken aback by what I said. “I'm not a child, I'm a goddess! Respect and worship me, you dimwitted mortal, should you desire not to die a second time and leave your soul wandering in the empty void of space.”
While she was speaking, I couldn't move a single inch from the bed. Even if she was a goddess, it's impossible not to take her seriously because she looks like a child scolding her older brother.
Filya raised two fingers before saying, “As a token of apology for wrongfully smiting you, I’ll give you two choices. First choice: You can return back to the real world as a baby of a rich family, and you will be a prodigy who will basically have an easy life from that period until his death of old age. Of course, you won’t remember everything that happened here and in your past life. But that’s basically the same as having a guaranteed GAME CLEAR, in your terms.”
Having an assured future was my long-term goal when I was alive back then. It seemed like a compelling idea until I heard about the second choice.
“Second choice: You will be reincarnated in another world with all your memories intact, and I will grant you a power unique only to you, and it will help you fulfill the condition that comes with this choice.”
Curious, I ask her what the condition is.
“The condition?” A crooked smirk appeared on her face, turning her haughty tone into something vicious. “Conquer the world.”
My eyes widened in surprise, the weight of her words starting to add to my fear-turned-excitement.
“There is a prophecy in this world that if the reincarnation of Typhon–the cataclysmic world-ending being of the past–attains something of unimaginable power and influence, he will destroy the world.”
Filya speaks with complete urgency, “You must conquer the world to stop Typhon’s reincarnation from attaining such power because, at this point, no one in this world is showing promise to become the world’s strongest."
After a small pause, I asked her, "What do you mean?"
"The throne is empty and he can take it anytime.”
After she finished explaining, I was given some time to think about my decision.
A safe, fulfilled, and assured life? Or a dangerous life with a chance for absolute glory?
I could never pass up on this opportunity, I said to myself, and I thought I'd never hesitate. I can return back to the real world and be born to rich parents. I’d have tasty food to eat every day, get the games I want, and in the future, I’d die of old age with my life fully satisfied and fulfilled until the very end. While my life in provincial Japan was a bit bland and boring at times, it was a life I'd want to return back to.
But the concept of determinism disgusts me.
“Can you tell me more about which power you'll give me?” As soon as I asked her that, her lips curled into a smirk as if she already knew what my choice was.
“I can’t tell you which power because the World Administrator grants it to you. I'm simply the overseer of this world, I cannot decide things for you.”
“Then–”
“Ughh shut up!” Filya gritted her teeth at my continued barrage of questions. With one flick of a finger, I stood up on my two feet as she pushed me outside the door. “I’m giving you some traits to make your life in this world easier, on top of what you’ll receive.”
“Hey–” I tried to stop my legs from moving while she was pushing me, but I couldn’t. I should probably learn to stop resisting in the presence of this goddess. “I haven’t chosen yet!”
“But you’ve already made up your mind, right?” I could feel Filya using all of her body weight to push me towards the door, with her light grunts indicating her struggle. “Good luck-urgh, Otherworlder! May the Aether guide you among the river of stars.”
“H-hey, what does that mean?! Are you wishing for me to die again?”
“It’s a saying, dumbass!”
The door opened to a blindingly bright light, causing me to close my eyes. I could feel my body hover in the air, the strong gust of wind making it seem like I was flying. Wherever it will take me, I hope it wouldn't be somewhere dangerous.
The light seeping from my eyes significantly dimmed, and the cool breeze of the tropical, rural area that’s so familiar to me blew across me. Opening my eyes, I am greeted with a sight of a forest clearing and the chirping of the birds. I found myself still wearing the same black hoodie and gray pants from "heaven," or wherever I was reincarnated with the goddess, along with a pair of rubber slippers.
At the center of the clearing was a freshwater lake reflecting the afternoon sun. White ducks with yellow beaks are swimming gently above the lake–the kind that exists on Earth.
As I observed my surroundings, the thought that this was another world flew out of my mind. So far, there was nothing notable that separates this world from Earth.
I noticed a cold, slightly heavy weight of metal in my hoodie pocket. I pull it out to see a strange metallic plate with letters I haven’t seen before, but I could somehow read it. “Status Plate” is what it said.
The Status Plate glows blue for a quick moment before three holographic interfaces popped up from within it.
NAME: Luck LVL 10
Life Points LP : 110 Aether ATH: 110
Class: Dicemaster Equipped Weapon: Six-faced White Die
,,,
[Gift from the Goddess]
“By receiving the gift of the Goddess, you must not forget your true purpose in this world.”
10+ LVL UP↑
Class Set to Unique Class: Dicemaster
,,,
[Otherworlder’s Gift]
“Speak with goodness and greatness, for the vilest of words must be paid with your tongue.”
Granted the innate ability to communicate in Traevilyan.
,,,
[Dicemaster’s Covenant]
“Journey in isolation and hardship, Dicemaster. This is a covenant you made.”
Class Change is restricted.
Weapon Change is restricted.
Interclass Skill Sharing is restricted.
Portable storage class items are restricted.
LUCK is permanently set to -50.
When joining a party, your all party members' defense and attack is set to 0 until the party disbands.
All types of Evolution success rates are permanently set to 100%.
,,,
Message from Filya:
Item Attached: [Otherworlder’s Backpack]
"I made sure of granting you the trait to understand Traevilyan, Melsion's primary language! Aside from that, you'll find a guidebook on the fundamental aspects of Melsion. I wrote it myself, so be sure to follow everything there (* ^ ω ). There is also a weapon selector at the end of the guidebook once you read everything. Make sure not to lose it!"
,,,
WORLD ADMINISTRATOR
Because of [Dicemaster’s Covenant], the backpack from [Gift from the Goddess] has not been granted.
Lots of terms I don't know here. And my name in this world is Luck? Ironic, considering my luck stat was basically negative.
From what I can understand, my unique class, Dicemaster, doesn’t have too many special skills to begin with. “The power I get should give me an advantage when starting in this world,” said the goddess. And the backpack that should give me a guidebook and a weapon wasn't granted. What kind of fuckery is this world playing at? Not that it might be useful after all, since my passive skill [Gift of the Goddess] didn’t allow me to use any weapon. That said, how am I supposed to fight monsters with a die?
I put the Status Plate back into my pocket before attempting to test my only skill.
And... I don't know how to cast a skill yet. Do I press it while my interface is active? Do I cast it verbally? Hoping it's the latter, I verbally spoke the name of my skill, “Dice Roll.”
A formation of blue crystals suddenly accumulated at a single point above my palm. I hovered my hand below the blue crystals that looked like it was materializing something, all while doing so instinctively.
“This must be aether, then?” I presumed as I carefully observe the translucent crystals.
The aether above my hand slowly faded into the air as the die materializes fully. It starts to spin quickly before coming to a complete stop as soon as it landed on my palm. The number on the top of the die is... one.
[DICE ROLL: 1]
Unlucky... I muttered a curse under my breath before pocketing the Status Plate and retracting its holographic menu back into itself.
Suddenly, I heard a high-pitched clicking noise coming from the other side of the forest clearing. Emerging from the forest is a beetle that was nearly as big as a dog. It stared at me for a few seconds before it clicked once again--this time, it was more high pitched that it hurt my ears.
The clicking noise soon multiplied exponentially from the background of the forest, and as if that isn’t enough to knock me to my senses, the beetle charged toward me, along with probably its entire family emerging from the forest. Without a weapon or even a viable skill for protection, there was only one thing I could do in this situation.
I started to run as fast as I can into the forest, relying on the belief that I was faster than the beetles and that I'd find help along the way. While running, it didn’t take long for me to assume what my dice roll skill does.
“What the hell, Filya, this class is fucking shit!”
Hello, I'm TSR and this is my first post here! I mainly post on RoyalRoad, but I plan to upload all my chapters here in HFY in hopes of getting feedback about the story and criticism as well. I hope you enjoy it!
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2023.05.28 06:10 Jert01 Protection magic 101: basics

This one is admittedly an older write up that I never posted here, however I’ve worked on it so much that it's basically a different bit of text all together. I really had fun working on it. I will always stress that my words are never law! These are just my ideas, feel free to disagree with me.
In my opinion I see protection magic as a very fundamental building block to anyone trying to get into practice. This is for a few different reasons: A) its one of the easiest forms of energy manipulation. B) it is extremely difficult to harm yourself with. C) it quite literally uses basic shapes, colors, and symbols which can then be further developed into more complex workings. E) its a great first step into magic theory as a whole, in fact, I’d count it as just one step above blowing out a candle to make a wish or writing something in a journal to manifest.
It can also be one of the first steps to learning discernment. Protection magic as a starting point is just you molding your energy against a background of other collective unknown energy. Having such a simple black and white difference of “my energy” and “not my energy” is the first lesson of differentiating between subtle forms of matter(technically mental forms of matter). Simple “my energy” and “not my energy” are the bones of learning how to sense spirits, learning how to communicate spirits, how to tell spirits apart from one another, how to tell the difference between you and a spirit, and much much more.
And obviously the biggest reason for why its so great is that its- well protective. You are able to defend yourself, this builds up your confidence as a starting magician. Confidence and education are the best tools against fear.
Its funny because learning magic is like sending yourself back to kindergarten. You have to learn basic shapes, you have to learn simple visualization, you have to learn basic black and white before filling out the vast amount of complexities that exist within the occult/spiritual world. Its baby steps, and those steps are critical to someone's development as a magician. Especially if someone seeks to have the occult be a large part of their life. The occult is a marathon not a sprint. When starting out you have to treat things like learning a very new language, start simple.
While the following breakdown of protection magic is old I will vastly expand on it and break things down much more. Please remember that I am no master, I am no teacher, I am no King, I am just a Magician. My words are never law! This is just one Magician sharing their thoughts and opinions with other Magicians. That is it. Without further ado:
I am someone who stresses protection but not someone who jumps at every shadow or cries "i've been cursed" at every misfortune. I like to be as well informed as possible while being as practical as possible. Protection serves to not only defend yourself against possible threats but to ground yourself from personal thoughtforms.
With protection magic you have to understand the general concept you are working with. Protection is something primal. being kept safe, healthy, and secured away from things that wish to harm you is core to most animals. Humans are born with an innate fear of falling. we seek safety instinctually. We find the right means to protect ourselves with not matter if its physical, emotional, mental, and of course spiritual.
I am aware that some claim that protection is not needed however I would firmly disagree. Since the start of folklore and mythology there have been threats that humans wove tales about. These small rhymes, rules of thumb, and magical cures for angered spirits have become a staple in culture and collective understanding. So even if you are an atheist( or someone who doesn’t see the use or logic of protection magic) I find it interesting to at least go over the idea of spiritual protection and understand the reasons behind it.
First, you have to define what you are protecting, what you're protecting from, and how you are protecting it. You wouldn't wear deodorant to protect yourself from viruses. You don't wash your hands to protect yourself from getting robbed. The fact of the matter is that protection needs to be applied correctly against the correct threat. This is true for most magic as well.
The “what you are protecting” is simple enough. You can protect just about anything and everything but boiling it down to generals it will normally be:
1) Yourself
2) Your space
3) Your property
Things can of course be made more complicated! You can add protections on your finances. You can add protections to your job. You can ensure that your mind is protected from being swayed or influenced. You can secure your housing or living situation with protections. You can even add protections to your pets.
The “what” In protection magic is very easy to pick and is probably the easiest of steps in regards to this type of energy work.
If you feel that you’re missing some type of protection in an area of your life a good question that I generally ask is “how would I attack myself.” As outlandish as it may seem, putting yourself in the shoes of an attacking spirit can really highlight your weaknesses in defense. Think about how you would attack yourself. How would you bring you to ruin? Destabilize your mental state? Turn your vices sour? Cause arguments between your friend group? Really sit down and think about it.
If you were an enemy to you how would you take yourself down? Once you’ve written a list of your weaknesses or openings then its up to you to place protections on those weak spots. No one can ever be 100% on anything however you can get close.
But the above only applies to people who are slightly more advanced in their practice. If you are just starting in this field of energy work then focusing on the basics of Protecting Yourself, Protecting your space, or protecting your property will be enough.
No matter what the “what” is in your workings of protection magic once you have it you can move onto the next step.
Protection from What?
The way that I learned it there are three core "threats" that you'll be needing to protect yourself from:
Harmful entities
Other magicians
Negative spaces
These three core threats can again be more complex but overall most dangers can come from one of the three or a mix of them.
Protection from other magicians/ other people has two layers in it. Im sure everyone knows what the “evil eye” is. A classic tale of jealousy, hate, ignorance, and anger wrapped up into a single strong gaze that sends a nasty wave of energy aimed at one person in particular. People like this can also spread rumors which can be harmful in its own right. I would count this person as a threat just as much as I’d count another practiced magician as threat.
However if you keep to yourself magic wise and don't go around discord or reddit or Facebook occult groups then running into another magician to piss off is rather difficult. The second layer to this however is mundane people in mundane situations. The threat of robbery, toxic people, and backstabbing is equally a threat as is a magic or evil eye related one.
These layers to the threats of the “other magician/ harmful person” should be handled differently! Just as each method of attack is different, each method of protection from it needs to be different as well. This isn’t me suggesting that every protective ritual has to be miles different then another when you go to make protective items, just that each situation needs to be thought upon differently and carefully.
For all workings- not just defensive ones, I highly recommend you sit down with a type of divination and vet your ideas in regards to protection. Vet if the herbs you're adding to your protection bottle will actually align with the method of protection you want. Vet if the chants you found on the internet would actually be beneficial for the energy work you’re doing. Ask questions! And critically think. You might get a flood of inspiration with grand ideas of ancient circles or pentagrams however if it runs counter to the herbs you're adding then it will make the working muted. Everything has qualities, layers, associations, and aspects.
We all know the basic
Fire - expansion, light
Water - shrinkage, heavy
Air - light, flowing
Earth - heavy, solid
These qualities are important in magic. These qualities being used as measuring systems in the type of energy they bring to a practice are both subjective and objective. Objectively breaking down a plant like a dandelion into various qualities can tell us that its associated with the sun, strength, and air. Its associated with these qualities because of the color, it’s persistence, and the plant's natural cycle of spreading seeds. However breaking it down in a more subjective lens can tell us that its been associated with dreams, wishes, and the heart.
The basic theory behind the understanding of qualities is that nature comes in patterns and repeats. Its the simple as above so below. Learning qualities and how they relate to everything else is hard to learn at first however starting with basic elemental associations for things is a good bridge to start.
Personal associations can have more impact then objective ones in my opinion because its the filter that your energy is going through. How you understand something and how you interpret something will shape your energy. If that shape is the key to the result you want will depend and is why I suggest vetting ideas with divination.
Make sure to vet everything you do in a working. Ask if it effectively brings the change you want. See if there are ways to improve it. Above all make sure you understand the reasons for each step, each herb, each chant, and each everything.
Bringing back the focus to various threats leads me to focus on harmful entities. Harmful entities is a label that I apply to general hostile astral spirits, hostile spirits, or pissed off spirits. The core to this label is that it addresses non physical threats and more astral attacks that can bring harm to your physical body eventually. Technically if a magician were to astral project to you and attempt to cause harm, sow discord, destabilize, ect then they could fall under this label as well.
This is often the big bad that most people think about when they ask about protection magic. Horror movies show us that spirits are just itching to scam, steal, and trick us in some way or form. Setting up protections against this type of threat is good for peace of mind and can come in handy if you happen to cross paths with something thats less then happy.
The last “threat” in this section is negative spaces. This threat is something that I’ve rarely encountered but that I find important to mention. Places with “bad vibes”, spaces where intense violence occurred, some cemeteries, ect. This is where the threat is the area itself and it’s draining capabilities. Think of it like stepping into an old oil puddle that stinks. The stench clings onto your pants and soon you feel like it’s everywhere. The main danger with this type of threat is that it not only drains you but it can attract harmful spirits. These places can make you feel sick, dizzy, cause panic, and even nightmares after you’ve moved from the space.
Needless to say no one wants to experience that so its good to set wards against it.
Each of the sections build up to the final step of protection workings, the how. Just how do you go about protecting yourself? How do you know what qualities are best against certain threats? How do you go about putting it all together?
I am going to answer these questions but I hope not to lead away from the theory that I like to stress. I adore writing rituals and giving instructions but what I mainly like to use these posts as is basic theory. The idea behind the rituals and complex structures that are found within grimoires. The base formula that magic is set up on and that makes it work. I will go on about basic visualization but this how section is not a ritual instruction! This is not a herb recommendation list, or me giving invocations out. This is the base formula of how to use energetic protection. There will always be more complexities then I have time to write for. There will always be more ways to shape, twist, form, and mold energy in creative, efficient, and effective ways to strengthen the effect of a working.
With that out of the way the “how” is the most complicated and vast part of these types of workings. There are so many ways to mold energy, so many ways to call on herbs, gods, use planets, ect. There are so many rituals out there for people to find uncrossings, protection charms, and other protective items. This how section will focus on the black and white of “my energy” and “not my energy.” After you’ve identified what you’re protecting and what you’re protecting it from the how comes down to you.
It comes down to what you have available and what types of vetting you did in the other steps.
Most importantly of all, keep it simple. More does not always mean better. I can slap 50 herbs together in a jar but that doesn’t mean its stronger. The main action of the “How” is *How*ever you plan to weave the above steps together. You will need to raise the energy needed to activate the protection. You get to form your own puzzle of ideas and simple shapes to create as many walls around you as you want.
There are various mediums in which you can toss your herbs, stones, sigils, chants, and visualization together.
You can use candles
You can use jars
You can use waters
You can use oils
When putting everything together don't focus too much on how strong something is or how complex it is. Follow what feels right and practice. The occult is a grand place with many secrets and many voices. The best way to stretch yourself out and explore small steps into it is by practicing.
As said before I am no master. My words are never law and people will think differently then I do. Protection magic as a whole is a huge and in-depth study that I didn’t even scratch the surface of. This write up went past what my old one used to be and im kinda happy about that. I might post the old one if I ever feel called to but right now thats all I have! I’d love to hear other’s ideas about protection magic.
and ofc I didn't proof read this nor will I.
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2023.05.28 06:09 IvoryTowerContent Accessibility and representation in synth culture

Warning: stream of consciousness and a few drinks in type post.
been a lurker on this sub for a long time. I'm a classical composejazz pianist turned gear head. Whether photography, film, music production, 3D printing, I love... stuff. always have and will always read every manual and watch every YT tutorial I can find.
I'm in the fortunate position where my full time job is as a coordinator at a non profit org with a massive budget. I was brought in as the "music guy" and naturally spent my first $20k of discretionary budget on studio gear. Some of that included a Hydrasynth, few Volcas and an SQ-64. (And since I love my job, I ended up bringing my Minbrute 2s, Tr8s and rc 505 with a few guitar pedals to complimemt the set up)
•••(Queue discussion poin)t•••
Im a white guy. Nearly 99% of the people I work with and serve are black. (I live in the US) Everytime someone comes to the studio, it's always the same: their eyes light up and they start cooking on the gear.
I'm interested to know why synth culture (at least from various subs and friends ive made) seems to be such a predominantly white hobby. (Albeit, from my limited perspective)
To me, the obvious answer is economic disparity, gear is expensive, I get it. But also, I work with low income people in general. So it's not just that. I know plenty of affluent families of color, but the interest in synthesis still tends to be more white leaning
I also recognize that generally speaking, contemporary fully hardware set ups tend to be more 'boots 'n cats' rather than hiphop/funk/soul (?)
Obviously I know that hardware synths are used by mainstream producers/creatives such as Tyler the Creator, Dr. Dre, Bruno Mars, Snoop, Death Grips, etc... But I'm interested if anyone else has something to share on the matter.
TL:DR - I think hardware synth culture is white people shit, but I don't know why
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2023.05.28 06:08 SuperStar4178 My personal skins for characters

Here's a list of my favourite alternate costumes for every character in Super Smash Bros Ultimate. Feel free to ask questions or something.
Wedding Mario (bring back Fire Mario) Green Donkey Kong Armour of the Wild Link (Is it weird that I prefer Smash 4 Link?) Light Suit Samus Default Dark Samus (don't really have a skin for her) Cyan Yoshi (drop Crafted World, bring back Black Yoshi) Blue Kirby Green Kirby Red Pikachu Fire Luigi White Ness Default Captain Falcon (don't really like any of his other skins) Sleep Hat Jigglypuff Fire Peach Blue Daisy Red Bowser Dark Blue and Light Blue Ice Climbers (skin 4) Purple Sheik Blue Zelda Red Dr Mario Flower Pichu White Falco Red Marth Red Lucina (skin 3) Red Young Link Green Ganondorf (skin 4) Blue Mewtwo Violet Roy (skin 7) Black and Cyan Chrom (skin 8) Dark Green Mr Game and Watch Red Meta Knight Blue Pit and Dark Pit Red Zero Suit Samus Default Plumber Wario (I don't like Biker Wario) Fire Camouflage Snake Blue PoR Ike or Green RD Ike (I switch between the two) Default Pokémon Trainer Blue Diddy Kong Default Lucas Green-ringed Sonic (skin 8, didn't use this skin in Smash 4 because some of the colours were swapped) Green King Dedede (although all his skins are great) Red Olimar Default Lucario Red ROB Purple Toon Link Blue Wolf Default Villager Rush Mega Man Red Male Wii Fit Trainer Red Rosalina World Circuit Little Mac Red Greninja Dark Red Palutena Red Pac-Man Blue Male Robin Default Shulk Bowser Jr. Beagle and mallard Duck Hunt (skin 6) Street Fighter II Turbo Ryu Super Street Fighter II Turbo "Light Punch" Ken Red Cloud Red Male Corrin Red Bayonetta (skin 6) Blue Inkling Purple and Lime Ridley Black Simon (he doesn't have a very good selection) Red Richter Blue King K. Rool Red Fall Isabelle Blue Incineroar Default Pirahna Plant Red Joker Erdrick (Hero, skin 2) Purple Banjo and Kazooie Green Terry Default Byleth Red Min Min (I use this skin in ARMS, too) Default Steve White Sephiroth (his skins barely change anything wth) Blue Pyra and Mythra (skin 6) Purple Coat Kazuya Red Sora (skin 6)
I don't know why, but I feel like I'm gonna get called out for some of these.
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2023.05.28 06:08 teeebax [TOMT] [MOVIE] [1960s/70s] spooky movie with memorable chase sequence involving a tethered boat.

I've been trying to identify this movie for decades. In the 70s my mother watched a movie that scared her off horrothriller movies forever.
What is known:
Does anyone have any ideas?
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2023.05.28 06:08 HappyZoo5 meirl

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