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This is my (24f) first ever vacation on my own, I'm going to visit a friend that moved away. I already have plane tickets and she is letting me stay at her house (near Virginia Beach).
No one can give me a good estimate on how much spending money I should set aside for food and souvenirs. I think I have most things in order to go on this trip I know I need to set aside some money for my dog to be boarded but as far as the actual trip- my friend is extremely frugal (as am I) but bc she hardly goes out and does anything herself she isn't giving me a good estimate for a food budget.
I don't need to eat out every night but I'd like to gift her and her spouse some money for hosting me too, maybe pay for their dinner one night, and whatever of theirs I might use.
I’m looking for a job and there’s a cvs near my house. I was looking at their job listings and I saw Pharmacy Tech and the requirements were: “Must be at least 16 years of age Licensure requirements vary by state. Learn more by visiting your state’s Board of Pharmacy website or asking the hiring manager”
Idk if I’m misunderstanding but, can literally anyone be a pharmacy tech?? Like you don’t need some kind of special school qualifications? If I apply they’ll just train me there for whatever they need me to do? Am I basically just an assistant? How much is starting pay generally?
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My wife and i are about go to local swinger club for the first time. The reason for this isn't meeting new couples (not in near future at least) but rather to engage in some play while being in "public". We thought that swinger club would be perfect choice for it because it gives us the feeling we are asking for, but on the other hand we wouldn't be doing anything illegal. We have nothing against meeting some couples and talking to them,learning their experiences and maybe some tips about lifestyle,but that's about it.
Do you think swinger club would be the right choice given our preferences?
To my second question, i have read the rules of mentioned swinger club online. They are all common sense but something made me thinking. They say something along the lines that sex is allowed everywhere inside the club except for the balcony. But how do we handle body fluids? Who cleans that up and how? When? And if we are the ones to take care about it (what i would expect) how is it done and where do we get the wipers or whatever?
Also,when i say that we are not interested in other people for sex,it isn't entirely true. My wife does have something she would like to try but it's so specific that i didn't need to read the FAQ here to know that it almost certainly won't happen. Without going into too much details,needing other woman for it has led us thinking that paying for it would be easiest way of doing it,because where we live it's perfectly legal.
What do you guys and girls think?
After my most recent playthrough of Elden Ring, I felt like sharing my thoughts on one of my favourite questlines in all of Soulsborne, and this was better than writing into the void that is my notes app
When I did my first run, I stumbled upon this questline by happenstance.
Initially, I joined Ranni out of curiosity more than anything, especially after her disappearance from the Church of Elleh. It led me to fell a Demigod consumed by Rot, plunged me into one of the most breathtaking locales in any game and made me nearly go hollow due to a creature born from the stars. That's not even mentioning the Gargoyles who I initially thought blocked the way out of the Ancestral Woods.
What first started as mere curiousity by the end, made me genuinely feel like I was a part of them, striving towards the same goal. When the time came to down Blaidd, I respec'ed just to face him head on, greatsword to greatsword. Good boy deserved a true warriors death, arguably more so than even Radhan himself.
When the Elden Beast fell, I didn't even care about Lordship, I felt relief for having avenged Blaidd and Iji while helping Ranni tear asunder the system that broke two of the 3 people whom I considered akin to family in the Lands Between.
Now 800+ hours later and more characters than I can count, it's still the most memorable parts of this massive, massive game. Truly a masterpiece
I recently decided that I'd like to try playing through the mainline Assassin's Creed games - I'm a sucker for big stories and map checklists, so I'm really a prime candidate for this sort of series.
The first Assassin's Creed felt very much like a proof of concept: it was good, but the repetitive gameplay really started to become apparent by the time I hit the halfway point. I'd already beaten it years ago, so I decided I'd put it down and start on the second game, which is where the series REALLY finds its footing.
AC2 incorporated the feedback Ubisoft received wonderfully. The side quests are much more varied than the first, and the pacing is vastly improved.
What I like is how the game works in "open areas" rather than one giant map. So you've got maps for Florence, Venice, etc, that you can travel between. The maps expand outward as the game progresses, so the first time you're in Florence, you won't be able to go absolutely everywhere. This keeps things manageable and stops me from completely abandoning the main story to clear all of the errant icons.
It's not a perfect game - combat isn't all that engaging, with Ezio's parry being incredibly OP. The writing is very 2009, so you've got a QTE to take off a woman's dress, and lots of curse words in Italian. Desmond is the poster child for a bland protagonist (but we don't have to deal with him nearly as much as the first game). I also have to imagine that finding all 100 feathers is unbearable, so I doubt I'll be going for 100% completion.
Still, I'm really enjoying myself, and I like knowing I'll be done in 15-20 hours! Looking forward to seeing where the series goes from here. In the past, I have played AC2, and then put the series down until Origins, so we'll see what it all looks like in between.
Hello hello hello , i hope you are fine and doing great. If not you will be for sure. I like my stationary items a lot. I once got one pen from pen Hospital near masters canteen,i want that again but whenever i go i find that shop to be closed. It has been a long time i have been observing.Have they shifted? If anyone knows anything kindly let me know.
When somebody suggests you commit arson together, your reaction is most likely to differ based on the identity of that person. If anyone else had asked me to come along to burn down a building, I would have assumed it was a joke. However, being aware of Frankie Preston’s barely suppressed murderous tendencies made me take his request quite seriously. Of course, three main questions presented themselves upon first consideration.
“A small developmental factory owned by FunFlair.”
“Do you plan on burning it while there are still people inside?”
“Only one, and that one deserves to burn alive.”
Shelving my thoughts on that answer for the moment, I inquired as to when he was hoping to go about this endeavor.
“The sooner the better. My sister—you haven’t met her—found out that they’re going to move sites in the near future, so if I want to take revenge on my old boss easily, I need to do it now. It won’t be too difficult. I know the layout of the place really well, they can’t have changed much these last three years. It’s small, hidden but unprotected. A bunch of containers in some woods a couple hours from here. The human I hate most in the entire world is there, every night, working all alone.” His shoulders twitched. “I drove by the place a couple times, and I kept thinking about doing it, but I was too scared. Having you there would make all the difference.”
“It would?” I echoed.
“Yes! Sunshine, you’re strong. Amazingly so. I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you, but the thing is, I can’t do this on my own. If you tell me to go away and never mention this again, I will. That I swear to God. Or whatever sadistic omnipotent being has put me on this world to suffer.” He briefly glanced heavenward, or rather at the ceiling, then back at me. “I can’t hurt anybody, remember?”
I nodded along slowly. “This person, your old boss… what did they do to you?”
“Simply put, she’s why I hate everything.” He spoke with an uncanny intensity, staring past me like he was miles away.
“Who is she?”
“Her name is Philomena Wallis. She’s the one who keeps sending people after me. She wants me back to do fuck knows what to me because she's still pissed I screwed her over." He paused. "She did—does
horrible things. You'd want her dead, too."
"Why isn't she in prison?"
"Nobody gets taken to prison if they're rich enough. Either way, what she does isn't technically illegal… and no one knows about it either. It's a tricky situation."
I took a deep breath. “Do you have a plan?”
“I do. We’ll go there at night, I’ll slip in and make sure the door to Phil’s workspace is locked, and then we’ll douse the whole thing in gasoline.”
“Are you sure you’ll need me for that? It doesn’t sound like you’d be inflicting hurt directly. I mean, you wouldn’t have to actually raise a hand to your boss, not physically. Or can you not do that either?”
“The risk lies rather within what could happen if she finds me.” He rubbed his arm, a look of uncertainty crossing his features. “I’m different when I’m around her. I can’t help it, she… she can just walk all over me. She made me be this way. There’s nothing to be done about it, except to get rid of her once and for all.”
“I’m not following. She made you
be this way? What do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said!” he snapped, only to shrink back and raise his hands. “Sorry! I’m so sorry!”
I stared at him in silence for a beat. “You’re terrified,” I said.
He glanced at his chucks, then back at me, looking like he wanted to say something but didn’t know what.
“Sad, too,” I added. “Sometimes, I can’t tell what you think, so I apologize if I’m reading this wrong…”
“You shouldn’t have to guess what’s going on inside my head anyways,” he muttered. “I can’t believe what I’m trying to rope you into again. It’s like I didn’t hear myself talk for a minute there.”
“I’ll help you.”
He raised a skeptical brow. “I don’t want to force you. I swear I don’t. I will
do this, and I’d feel so much better if you came with, but if this is something you’re gonna resent me for in the long run…”
“The long run?”
“I mean—” He started playing with his gum again. “Are we not doing this? You really like me, I think?”
think we shouldn’t be talking about this in the same breath as committing lethal arson.” I rubbed my nose before letting go of a long breath. “If I can’t stop you from doing this, I’ll at least make sure you come back out in one piece.” I wonder if this is how Nettie Peterson usually feels.
Frankie beamed. “You will? You’re absolutely sure?”
“Yes. Here’s the plan, I drop off what I bought for my savior human and then we can prepare; do what’s needed. I don’t want to put this off. The sooner it’s over, the better.”
“Definitely,” he agreed with an eager nod. “I’ll drive you right over.”
“Good. And Frankie… you know precisely how I feel about you.”
We got on our way the following morning. The car ride lasted several hours, most of which I spent fast asleep stretched out on the backseat. It was a wonderful nap; I hardly felt any of the vehicle’s movements, admittedly a credit to the server’s abilities as a driver. Eventually, the road was getting too bumpy to ignore, and I drowsily lifted my head to find us pulling onto heavily wooded terrain. Upon noticing I was awake, Fran gave me a fleeting, quite obviously forced smile. After a few more minutes, we came to a halt on a clearing. I got out and produced a canister of gasoline from the trunk, handing it to Fran after opening the door for him. He looked strangely absent, gazing off into the distance with a vacant look in his eyes. He grabbed the offered canister and clutched it to his chest, almost like he was hugging it.
“We’ll be going the rest of the way on foot, then?” I inquired.
He nodded wordlessly.
I couldn’t hide my frown. The air around us was warm and fragrant, the moonlight shining through between the branches that seemed to reach out for us as we began walking. There was not even a hint of a breeze, and yet, a chill ran down my spine. My companion’s demeanor was nothing short of uncomfortable; he seemed to suck the warmth out of the atmosphere around us, together with my initial confidence and the sweet scent of pine needles. His silence instilled in me a clammy sense of dread, and I couldn’t shake it no matter how hard I tried. Normally, I would have probably appreciated the perfect calm and serenity of the lush forest around us, but seeing him in such obvious, unspoken distress drove away all my idyllic thoughts.
“This seems like an odd place to hide a factory,” I remarked, trying to open a conversation once more.
“That’s the point. You wouldn’t go looking for a doll manufacturer in bum-fuck nowhere,” he replied.
“It’s strange to think about. What kind of shady stuff can a toy manufacturer even get up to? Don’t get me wrong, I trust you when you say they’re bad people, I just wish you’d give me a little more information. I feel like I’m not getting something here.”
He let out a low hum. “You… are really innocent.”
“No, I’m not,” I argued, affronted.
“Not in a bad way. I said innocent, not naive. I’ve been cagey again, I know that, but the thing is, you’ll see exactly what I was talking about when we get there. You’ll understand everything, and to be honest, I’m very afraid of what you’ll think once you do.”
We finally reached the building Fran had told me about. If it could indeed be called a building. It looked more like something that had been thrown together by a larva using Lego bricks. It was, as predicted, a bunch of containers lined up and stacked atop one another, small corridors and open metal staircases connecting them. It seemed to be almost entirely empty—all the lights were out, except for a single one. From behind a window on the upper floor, filtered through gray blinds, a cool, bright glow shone down upon us. It bathed Frankie in its surreal luminescence that seemed completely out of place given our raw, natural surroundings.
“You were right,” I stated, tearing him from his rigor. “Seems like there’s only one person in there.”
“That’s Phil,” he mumbled. “I’m certain.”
“Then let’s do this.”
Frankie detached himself from the canister, peeling it off his body like a piece of clothing. I took it from his hands while he walked over to the nearest door, reaching into his pocket to produce a set of shiny, slim tools. Despite the darkness, he set his fingers to work on the lock. It didn’t take long at all for him to let out a satisfied sound, straightening up as he held the now open door for me. “I’m very skilled at lockpicking,” he said lightly, by way of conversation.
I couldn’t hide the admiration in my gaze, and I gave him a proud smile that briefly caused his features to soften. I had not yet crossed the threshold when he grabbed me by the wrist, holding me back. “One more thing,” he whispered, his voice suddenly ringing desperate again, “you won’t like what we might see in there.”
“I know,” I answered. “It was implied.”
Stepping forth into the dark room, the smell of plastic and coffee instantly hit my nose. Fran fumbled for a lightswitch before thinking better of it and turning on the flashlight he’d brought. We were clearly in a breakroom; there was a table in the middle surrounded by chairs, an espresso machine in the corner and several calendars and posters taped to the walls. Unsuspecting. Frankie didn’t comment, immediately moving across the cube and towards the door on the other side. It led out into a small corridor, improvised using more corrugated iron elements, and into another larger container. There was a desk with a computer in one corner and an empty operating table in the center.
A large shelving unit occupied the entire left side of the room. A closer inspection revealed that it held all sorts of small parts, though what they were parts of
was beyond me. Opening the plastic drawers at random, I glimpsed all sorts of metallic and silicone pieces, forming strange little… thingies
“What is all this?” I asked Frankie.
He had been standing by the operating table, staring at it with unblinking eyes. His expression was once more perfectly vacant. Not even his jaw was moving around his bubble gum. He didn’t look up, and for a minute, I wondered if he’d heard me at all. “Doll parts,” he suddenly answered, his voice lacking any inflection.
I frowned, picking up one of the tiny metallic objects and inspecting it closely. I could see what he meant now—it appeared to be a very small joint, perhaps for a finger. “When you said FunFlair made dolls, I thought you meant these stiff little baby dolls. I didn’t know they made them this detailed.”
“Oh, they can be detailed alright.”
“Is this, like, a robotics thing? Can they move on their own, too?”
Frankie let out a sharp, mirthless laugh that was much too short. He fell completely silent again, and it felt as though the room had gotten colder. I bit my lip, placing the finger joint back in its box. I tentatively reached out to Fran and rested a hand on his upper arm, only for him to flinch, drawing away as if burned. “D-don’t touch me right now,” he pleaded.
“I’m sorry,” I breathed.
“No, I am. Don’t mind me, okay? Let’s—let’s just go on.”
So we did. Another makeshift corridor led us over into the next container. The beam of our flashlight cut through the darkness, revealing a sight that made me stop in my tracks. There were several bodies propped up in the corners of the room, bodies that I only realized on second glance were artificial. They were of roughly the same size as the average person, with fully formed arms, legs and everything. Their faces however were different. Most of them weren’t even fully complete, the skin-like material not fully covering their heads and leaving the mechanical structures underneath uncovered. Their eyeballs—sitting in hard plastic sockets and unframed by lids—stared out at us blankly, utterly void and expressionless.
Cold dread began to seep into my bones, paralyzing me for a second before I managed to break from my stillness. Taking a step towards one of the lifeless figures, I bent down to get a closer look. Keeping my distance, I reached out a single finger to trace along one of the countless delicate wires peeking out from the soft patches of facial material. It was cool to the touch, making my skin crawl. I pulled back, turning to Frankie in bewilderment. “Wh-what is all this?” I asked hesitantly.
“That’s them. That’s the dolls.”
“Well, yes, I can see that but this… this is really, really unnerving.”
He let out a strangled, mournful sound. “I guess it is,” he said eventually, his voice low and flat. He knelt down beside me, a little closer to the doll, and started fumbling around with the back of its neck, clearly looking for something. Finally, I heard a little click, followed by a whirring noise as the doll jerked up its arm. I squeaked, scrambling back on my hands and rear, only to find my back suddenly pressed up against the chest of another mannequin. I hadn’t done a thing, but it instantly sprang to life; robotic fingers clamping down around both sides of my nape. The painfully fierce touch wiped away every last bit of my composure, and I let out a shriek that seemed to tear apart the relative silence. Frankie spun around to fix me with the beam of his flashlight, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut. My heart was hammering against my ribcage, seemingly exploding when the hands started pulling me closer against the lifeless, yet animate body.
The next thing I knew was that Fran had leapt forward and removed me from the doll’s clutches with one swift, powerful yank. My chest was heaving and I couldn’t suppress a low whimper when I pressed myself to his side, frantically glancing about my surroundings. My fangs were bared, but my racing pulse was admittedly overtaxing me. I couldn’t seem to form any coherent thoughts. My flight-instinct was kicking in, further setting off my panicked response when I realized I might end up involuntarily jumping dimensions again.
Suddenly, I felt Frankie’s hand on my cheek, the gentle pressure tilting my head up to make me meet his gaze. “It’s alright,” he said, his voice equal parts firm and understanding. The fog in my head lifted just a little.
“They’re not going to hurt you,” he went on, his thumb stroking the curve of my outer ear. However he managed to convey such certainty when he himself had been so uneasy mere moments ago was beyond me, and yet, I found myself believing him. My breathing slowed and I hazarded a second glance at the doll I had bumped into.
It had stopped moving, its body having locked into an unnatural, almost feral-looking position. It was cowering on all fours, its torso lowered and its head up. Its neck was bent at such an extreme angle that it was approaching the comical.
“What the fuck was that?” I whispered, the curse word escaping me before I could stop myself.
“Some of them have to be activated manually, others can be turned on just by touch. I remember that,” Frankie replied. “There’s no need to be afraid of them, though. Even if it’s hard to believe considering… well.” He gestured at the oddly crouching doll at our feet.
“Something’s very wrong here,” I muttered, unable to tear my eyes off the lifeless, incomplete face. “I didn’t even know they made toys like that.”
“They’re not for children,” Frankie said, his eyes glazing over once more.
“Are they, like, robots? Do they know what they’re doing?”
“Not if they’re lucky, they don’t.” He paused. “They’re not made to think. Any awareness they might have would be unplanned for.”
“And you really used to work here? Did you help build them?”
“We can talk about that once we’re out of here.”
I swallowed. “Look, I’m freaking out. This can’t be a normal production site.”
“It’s not. I wish you didn’t have to see this. It… it only gets worse. And your instincts aren’t failing you, none of this is right. If you want to back out, I don’t blame you. This place shouldn’t exist.”
I took a deep breath. I wished I had insisted on knowing the full truth before coming here, but it couldn’t be helped now. Instead of prying further, I pointed at the canister of gasoline. “Then let’s remedy that.”
Despite himself, Frankie smiled.
Instead of mirroring the expression, I felt my own features suddenly derail. “Oh crap.”
“What is it?”
“Do you think she heard me scream?” X 1 2: deadbeat roommate 3: creepy crush 4: relocation 5: beach concert 6: First date 7: Temp work 8: roommate talk 9: a dismal worldview 10: warehouse 11: staircase 12: explanation 13: hurt 14: hospital 15: ocean 16: diner 17: government work 18: something in the caves 19: shopping cart 20: olms and Jewels 21: long hair 22: recruitment 23: waitresses
I want to reconnect with an old person in my life but I absolutely cannot bc of anxiety. In 2018 I met this guy when I wasn’t looking for anything serious. We ended up becoming best friends for awhile and I really fell in love. We spent nearly every weekend together and he was so important to me. I kept my feelings to myself until I couldn’t and then he didn’t really want anything at the time and then I moved away. I ghosted in a means to get over it all but he reached out anyway and we started talking again. Fast forward I moved back and we’re both dating other people and coincidentally my partner at the time ended up getting a job in this guys city so I was there a lot. Me and that bf are broken up now for other reasons.
At any rate I still miss this friend so much and I just wish we could idk get a second chance or be around each other again? Some days it’s whatever but he’s just been on my mind alot lately. Our relationship had some road blocks but I think we were both growing up a bit and had different things to learn. We last had a quality convo on new years and then he reached out when my mom passed. We only ever talk when he reached out first bc I’m just afraid. This is just the one thing I’ve had trouble getting over. I’m afraid to reach out out of fear of getting hurt again/him still being in a relationship/feeling annoying/not knowing what to say. I think of him all the time though. It hurts. Idk what to do so I just do nothing. Part of me hopes the universe just gives me a little help one way or another.
I had a vasectomy yesterday around 11:30am. While I experienced the usual discomfort, I was generally ok and able to get up/down. Towards the later afternoon I started to notice my right testicle swelling. I had been using frozen veggies to ice the area every so often. I took some ibuprofen for the swelling. Around 5:30pm, I drive to my sons t-ball game. I was sitting the entire time. I came back home and saw that the swelling was about the size of an avocado. I laid down and continued to ice. I then (stupidly) drive out to a restaurant for an hour or so. By the time that was done and I got home, the right testicle was nearly baseball sized, firm, with a deep red/purple bruise across it. After waking up this morning, the swelling it still there and my groin area right above the right testicle is also now in intense pain. Just getting up and down to use the bathroom made me feel like I was going to pass out. I would say I have a normal tolerance for pain.
I am male, white, 37. I do not smoke. I am a type 1 diabetic. I am 6ft tall and weigh approximately 165 pounds. I have had no other medical issues and no previous surgeries.
I’ll preface this by saying that in the past, I used to get constant endless nightmares at night that would leave me grouchy, depressed, and sleep deprived. I got therapy and mental help for my ptsd. They nearly went away completely after several months of working on myself and quitting a bad binge drinking habit for good.
But last night was just horrendous. I even got up at one point for some water and a weighted blanket lol. It didn’t end after that, either.
I recall them all vividly, but don’t feel comfortable describing the hyper realistic memory ones.
As for the absurd nightmares, there was one about floating men trying to get in through the windows, one about sinkholes enveloping my partners workplace and possibly killing him, and a lot of the other ones involved my precious baby cat getting very badly hurt or worse.
I haven’t had them in a while, but I used to have dreams a lot about dying or getting murdered. When I got up for water and a blanket, it was because I was startled awake by a dream where I was shot in the stomach, fell into a lake and drowned. Horrifying.
I’ve been just sitting here now. I don’t often cry but I woke my partner up on accident from literally shaking and crying. Maybe I convinced myself that the trauma nightmares were over when they actually aren’t? Man. Why did they even come back?
It’s better right now. I’m tired, but I’ve got my blanket and my kitty with me. Just having trouble getting out of bed after all of that.
So Wednesday the 31st I began to feel a little discomfort in my front upper left thigh while at work. I work in a lumber yard so it's a physical job some days but nothing crazy. I do not recall any injuries however. It just slowly started out of nowhere. If I had to describe it, it feels like a dull aching pain. It does not hurt to touch. It doesn't look swollen or red at all. It feels a little tight to the touch compared to my right thigh but i cant really tell. And I'm able to walk and move on it just fine. Just hurts. Fast forward to the next day I went to my local urgent center where I told them my symptoms and they immediately sent me to a hospital to get an ultrasound to rule out a blood clot. I came back clear but when they did the ultrasound they mainly did my leg and calf. A little bit of my thigh but not near the pain. So I'm not sure if they did it correctly. They send me home and I go about my weekend. Yesterday on Monday I'm still having the pain so I return back to urgent care to get another opinion. Still the same symptoms however I notice that when I bend over to pick something up I get what's best described as a bad cramping pain. It feels like a baseball poking out of my leg. She says there's nothing else they can do and that I need to see my doctor and get blood work done as she believes I might have some muscle tension and that I have an Electrolyte imbalance or that I may be low in potassium or magnesium. She said I can return to work if I'm willing because she doesn't believe it's an actual injury. And that work shouldn't make it worse, I just need to take it easy. I've been taking potassium and Tylenol for the pain and it seems to help a little bit. I'm keeping it elevated as well but it's still there. Like I said nothing specific irritates ot other than bending over and sometimes if I stand up and keep my leg straight I get the same cramping feeling. My thigh doesn't have any spasms other than once on Saturday. It will hurt walking on it one minute and the next it's fine. It usually never hurts sitting down. If so it's very slight. And the same with laying down. I'm just extremely nervous and I've been told so many things. My biggest worry is that the hospital did not check the right area of my thigh when looking for the blood clot via ultrasound. Thank you and any opinions are greatly appreciated. I'm 23 M. I'm 315 lbs. I don't smoke or drink. I have type 2 diabetes that I manage fairly.