Brother in spanish

Before you all start going on about experience;
I’ve smoked for 12 years daily, I’ve been on medical weed here for 3 months, I’ve been on medical weed in BC, Canada and also in California for a while including local grow.
I’ve smoked in Spanish coffee shops and Dutch ones plenty of time and may have had a bit of an operation going here where I was overseeing 3/4 strains going out per week which was also extremely high quality BM bud.
I would like to say I know what I’m talking about, however I keep seeing everyone on here bitching and moaning “waaaa my weed isn’t wet, why does it grind so easily waaa”. If you want to buy water weight then go back to the streets. 10g of wet bud is less than 10g of dry bud. If it’s dry, but a hydro stone or something for a pound and wait 30 mins.
I know there tends to be a lot of people complaining about the quality and lack of terps but I have 70g of Khiron on my desk and it’s stinky as fuck, not bone dry yet I still see people slating it and saying BM is better.
Is it just me or does there seem to be a huge number of karens/kevins, attention seekers and wannabe snobs on here? Nothing on the BM in the UK is on par with anything I’ve smoked with MC apart from one batch of GSC 4 years ago so I can only assume your 20 bag down the street must be directly from Canada or cali? I just don’t understand who these people are trying to kid

So let's get to the point, what do I even do from here. I've been a sad piece of nothing that's been like this for about 6 to 7 years now. I've always been negative on what I've done throughout my life like using money without asking, failing different subjects or periods, exams, essays, negative thoughts, hurting myself such as cutting my self or beating myself (cuts would be on non threatening parts cause I'm scared of offing myself), mental breakdowns, no friends, no relationships, people barely no me (mostly my name), by myself throughout school for projects and in class and lunch, stress, and even when I was with someone near the road I was tempted to just jump but didn't. What do I even do I've fallen behind my brother and have just been causing problems for my entire life. I know I'm useless and a failure and I try to bring myself up but to no avail get shot back down by my own thoughts.And yes if you couldn't tell I play games which is the closest that I can get to a friend. Anyone have something that can possibly encourage me on something that would help cause at this point I'm scared to ask others right now and can't even speak well with people so I hope there is something I can do that can have some use.

Good morning, free folk of Middle-earth! I remember the first time I played this game; I was about thirteen years old and my dad was so excited to have me and my brother install the game to play together.
Unfortunately, I was young and the MMO genre didn't quite click with me just yet, so I stopped playing. I don't know what possessed me to reinstall this game a couple days ago, but I felt adventure calling and decided to make an adorable little hobbit burglar named Daffone (I was trying to follow naming conventions; Daffone = Daffodil)
I'm planning on taking my time and exploring what the game has to offer; no rushing to max level. I want to immerse myself in Tolkien's world in a way I couldn't when I was younger. I'm really enjoying reading the quest text. It feels like the writers put a lot of work into dialogue and storytelling, which is perfect for LOTR.
To get to my question; do any of the veteran adventurers here have words of advice for a beginner? I've watched a few videos (Voice of the Rings was one of the names I remember) about classes before deciding on my burglar, and a UI tips and tricks video, but I'm wondering if there are any other useful resources? Oh! And is crafting useful? I tend to like crafting in MMO's.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. Safe travels, friends!

Hi everyone! I’m going to be in Seville with my girlfriend, and I’m looking for a dinner spot, preferably one with Spanish cuisine, that’s more romantic and intimate. Thank you!

Hi all,
The story is: I'm going to be travelling out of the country for 3 months starting in May, moving out of my apartment and in with my parents to cut costs.
My cat, Pepper, is going to be staying with my brother and his wife. They have a younger male cat of their own, a baby <1 year old, and now have 10 chicks that they are raising. They have limited space but a much more active and playful environment. It will be difficult to do the standard separate spaces plan in their house, but they would take great care of her and I think that this place would be best for her IF she can adjust and the other cat accepts her.
The other option is that I have Pepper stay with my parents, who have a larger house and 1 male cat. They are very hands-off (free feeding, little play/activity). It would be easy to do the separate rooms thing here. I have tried to introduce them in the past but the resident cat has been very aggressive when Pepper is in view.
What would your choice be in my shoes? Hand-off (free-feed, low interaction) but easier separated? Or hands-on (structured feed, more play and activity)? I have thought about bringing her to their house for a weekend to get her somewhat familiar with my brothers cat, but it is a 3 hour ride and she tends to have problems with car travel.

Hey, so I am 18M, my brother started going bald at around 16/7 very badly so when i saw my crown getting bad i immediately started frantically researching and ended up going on fin and min together once a day early november.
I have dyed hair split half and half which is very long and I am naturally blonde so it was hard to see if i was going blonde as there was always my scalp and parting showing very prominently but since starting fin and min my hairline has gotten pretty bad. Having my hair tied up shows so many half length curled hairs on my forehead and there’s many smaller hairs all over my hairline which i guess are falling out as it can’t be regrowth this early on.
Also i used to get no real hairs falling out in the shower, just some in my brush, however there is tons falling out in the shower now as well as my brush.
My crown is still bad, probably worse and it feels like fin and min are just worsening my hair, idk what to do as it’s such a drastic change in only 5 months.
What do i do?

ROME, March 29 (Reuters) - Italian Prime Minister Giorgia Meloni's party has presented a bill in parliament to separate retail and investment banks - a move that, it approved, would force a radical overhaul of the country's banking sector. The proposal by the Brothers of Italy (FdI) party comes in the wake of the collapse of U.S. tech lender Silicon Valley Bank (SVB) and the emergency takeover of Credit Suisse by banking rival UBS, which raised fears of systemic stress that could lead to more bank failures.
Allowing retail banks to engage in "speculative trading" is "dramatically negative for the real economy and undermines the most elementary principles of safeguard for the social and ethical foundation of the economy," the FdI bill states.
The bill would de-facto reintroduce 1930s-era legislation scrapped in the 1990s by deregulation reforms that some left- and right-wing politicians blame for contributing to recent financial crises.
In the United States, calls for similar banking reforms, with the reintroduction of the 1933 Glass-Steagall Act, have come from left-wingers within the Democratic Party, such as Senator Elizabeth Warren.

https://web.archive.org/web/20230329134635/https://www.reuters.com/business/finance/italy-pms-party-presents-bill-split-retail-investment-banks-2023-03-29/

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 3x11. stefan is on his on show, at the wheel at a literal breakneck speed along the wickery bridge with elena sitting next to him —the same bridge where her parents died and stefan saved her. it's all in order to threaten klaus: vampire elena equals no more new hybrids.
elena supposes all he is doing is in order to make her hate him, since he lost her the minute he left town with klaus, and stefan believes things could never get back as they used to.
«i don't really care what you think about me anymore, elena.» yet you can see a smidge of sorrow in his eyes, his voice breaks, he's falling apart.
what do y'all imagine he would have done if klaus didn't eventually back down?
plus, how do y'all think the turn of the sentiments off thing actually work, btw? we are told it is an inner switch: the human emotions turn themselves off and a vampire just gets to be a vampire —a hunter, beastly thirsty of blood that would do anything for a human vein, with no hesitation. however, isn't vindictiveness, isn't rage a human emotion? stefan's veins are pumping of bloody anger, his deepest pinch of humanity is fighting to be suppressed and locked in order to not feel guilt for all he have done. his conscious seems to be capitulating, surrounding. when he gets to know about elena and damon's kiss... god it feels like a white oak stake apparently silently straight to my heart. his subconscious prefers to focus on seeking revenge towards klaus, nevertheless he is aware that he lost all he loved because of that hottie: he is aware that elena and his friends' love actually matter. «destroying klaus is all i have left.» human emotions.
stefan keeps protecting elena, even if it doesn't seem so. he keeps saving his crappy brother's life: is it still because he believes to own him, since he was the one who made him turn? a ripper wouldn't give a shit tho, wouldn't he? in this stage he seems to be, like damon admitted, in a grey area where he isn't either a crazy murder nor the soft strawberry danish pastry boi everybody know.
stefan's dead soul is such a damn fighter. it is tougher than anything else and klaus got that. «your humanity is killing you! all the guilt... must be exhausting... turn it off.» brief consideration on klaus: he is not a lovable character, certainly not for the audience who can't see behind a façade. he and stefan are the characters with the highest amount of personality layers, the most fragile, the bravest, the most self-challenged, the most human.
i find interesting that a vampire's personality and experiences have an actual impact on the switch's effectiveness: regard stefan, it seems that his humanity is so much more preponderant than that, since his sentiments off periods have a very brief time, especially if compared to everyone else (damon, caroline, elena...). the switch doesn't seem to work as an actual switch then.

Previous/First/Next: Emergency Powers
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\The Soldier’s POV”*
I sat there, breathing in and out of sync, wondering if my end is near, wondering if I was right or wrong. Each tick of the old style clock on the wall, they seem to be both a second and day to me, both of which were to long. I hear only their voices now, the two men sit across from me, SAC Murray and the CIA Director, or was it CIA Director Murray? If so who is the other human? Why is my head on the table? Why am I bound again? Oh, I remember, how could I forget what I did. Or did I do that?
“We understand that you passed out Miss Praw-Naw, so we gave you a cocktail of drugs to awaken you from it” The man on the right speaks, Murray I believe? Wait, drugs? What did they give me and how much?
“What drugs? My mind is racing and I feel like I’m going t–“ Well, I just gave the floor a new hideous paintjob. Still it already looks better than the old grey one.
“We gave you a bit of pain relief, some barbiturates to prevent stress and some nervous stimulants to wake you up.” The, Director speaks? Okay, okay, I might be a bit allergic to the pain relief but what is a barbiturate? Is it toxic in anyway? “Now Miss Praw-Naw, we are going to ask a few basic questions surrounding what occurred at the planetary capital.” Planetary capital? What happened ther– oh, oh shit what do I say? How do I lie to them? Should I kill myself? No, I must if I want to not harm the rest of the operation. Ok, ok, I’ll do it now.
“May I ask why you are moving your jaw that way miss?” Oh god I though I was subtle and now Murray has noticed. I hope that the cyanide tooth fell out and they didn’t find it, lest I die a much worse death. “I understand you are curious as to why your cyanide tooth is missing, but please, relax. We all work for the Union in this room, and you were meant to be at the capital during the explosion. So why are you trying to kill myself? You must have something to hide if you have something to fear.” Oh god Murray is going to bury me, here and now with questions I’ll have no answer for.
“Murray if I may?” Murray just nodded to the, Director? I still barely have a clue who this man is and yet Special Agent in-Charge Murray, who sits just under the CID planetary Vice-Director in power, defers to this man. Who is he? “Miss Praw-Naw, please tell us why you were at the Planetary Council? And what are your intentions?” God he is softly spoken, and yet nature itself seems to bow to him.
“I was there as I was assigned by my officer, and I was also there as part of my operation. My intentions are to kill myself so please let me.” NO, I did NOT intend to say any of that. Why has my mouth and mind betrayed me? It is as if I have had my account hijacked, and I can’t recover it. Now the hijacker is impersonating me and using my reputation as toilet paper.
“And tell me about this operation, who is behind it? Who are your accomplices? What do you aim to achieve?” The Director has stood up. Wait, what is in that briefcase he is carrying? Oh no, no, no, he’s going to torture me now isn’t he? I am already locked out of my own mind, now I’ll be painfully trapped in my own body. “Ahh, maybe you want to see this.” What is he pulling out– a gun, and a file. Dear god, Is that my own file? This man knows it all then.
“The operation was to destroy the Planetary Council, as for my accomplices, dead and I honestly didn’t now who they are. All I know is that someone called the High Councillor was behind the op.” My mouth has once again betrayed me, and yet as I battle with my neurology I have made my first victory, a small one nonetheless but a victory. I cannot betray my brother to these DoNS fuckers.
“I see, but still I watch as you battle the mutiny of your mind, and as I view your desperation, I can make you an offer.” I watch as the Director picks up the gun, I think its an old style human revolver? “This is a Smith and Wesson 500, a revolver passed down through my family. As I understand, Jav-Gav culture puts emphasis on noble death and not betraying the established order, both of which you have violated.” Oh god, I have in my passion forsaken the ancient code. I have been blinded by my pride and now, it all comes back to me. What have I done? My family will dishonour me and in 50 years, I’ll be forgotten. “I have and offer for you miss Praw-Naw, you tell us everything, and I kill you here, mark your file with as having died protecting the Council and add an award for honour. Your family will no longer be denouncing you and you would be buried in a graveyard of honour. How does that sound?” That sounds wonderful, but what about the others? Now I realise why duality of loyalty is discouraged. You know what, I’ll take the offer but try withhold as much as I can.
“I’ll accept Director. I was given this operation by my old CO, he said it was something important. The operation’s overall goals was to eliminate the council, for which I was told were conspiring with enemies of the state. I was… unaware of the fact that they weren’t and had no way to prove otherwise. The team… who uh… I didn’t know other than the codenames, and I planted several explosives throughout the building while the rest of the team prepared others. We had to switch to the backup plan when the sweep found bomb 17. They were on a static timer so we had no way to detonate them early. The team proceeded to eliminate the helicopter pilots and upon the council’s arrival for evac, eliminated them as well. We had our timing wrong however and the explosion went off while we were getting our wingsuits on.” Right that should hopefully be enough to ward them off the trail, hopefully he can escape. Wait… why is he unloading his gun?
“I understand your duality of loyalties Miss-Praw Naw, but please, do not attempt to withhold anything from me. You told me only thongs that could not benefit an investigation much. So tell me who is the High Councillor? And how did you get this equipment? You certainly didn’t smuggle it through, not with how customs has been recently.” God no, no, no. Most local enforcement would take such an answer, why did mankind have be able to see through such? Now what do I do? Now what do I do? This man has so much power that the National Council doesn’t try push him around. “Answer me Miss Praw-Naw, or I will go the other extreme an publicise your treason to the extent in which your family will dishonoured until the end of time. NOW TELL ME!”
“The High Councillor, a misleading codename my only brother used to mislead the investigation, planned the operation but the equipment was supplied by a group called the.. LibMov? I was told they were covert ops that had gotten us the equipment. Other than that I don’t know much.” The Director is nodding slowly at me. Please may do it now, please. Okay now he is walking to behind me.
“Murray, I don’t want to cover you with blood, so please step out of the way.” I feel him put the gun to the back of my head, hurry the fuck up.
“The hell was that prick on the back of my… neck..” I can barely… stay… awake…
“Murray have a medic put her in statis, we may need her again later.” That… bastard… lied… to me.
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That is all for this week. This one was different to write and I hope to use it’s style again in the future. Otherwise that is all for now.

Since things happened between me and my brother it’s always been brushed to the side. I’ve learned to cope even in his presence because I just had to. I know it isn’t right but that’s a topic for another day He’s been with us all day because his dog is at the groomers near us. Because I care a lot for animals I’m the one who booked him in and I’m going to pay for it as well as my brother “can’t afford it” So I’ve put up with him being around for a few hours and kept acting my part of “happy sister” or whatever. My mum came to me and said “you’re going to have to go with him to pick up the dog” this lead to a short argument of me saying “I want you to come with me” and her saying “I’m tired” eventually she said “I’ve done enough” and I thought yes that’s true. My mum does everything for everybody and I know she’s tired. I said “but I want you to come with me” then my mum said something that left my stood in the kitchen not moving for 5 minutes just silently crying “I’m not coming with you, you’re a big girl now you’re 21” She doesn’t know this so it’s not her fault but one of the times it was happening he talked about how I was a big girl. I feel sick even thinking about it. I was 4. Eventually I composed myself and started going upstairs just for my mum to say I didn’t have to go and she would go. I imagine she realised and felt guilty but as they say, the damage was done. I’ve been sat in the bathroom hyperventilating and crying as quietly as I can. My phone screen in literally blurry so I apologise for any mistakes. I have no one to go to. He’s still here and that’s fine but I feel like my souls just took extreme damage. I feel like that child who didn’t understand why this is happening again. I don’t know why it still hurts so much.

This story takes place in the early 1990s:
I was 18 years old and starting my new life as a college student. It was an exciting time to be away from home for the first time, and my best friend and I both committed to West Virginia University... we were ready to party like no tomorrow together. We weren't the brightest and were just going to college because that's what was expected of us, so WVU was the perfect fit. We chose to be in a quad room, meaning we would have two other roommates. Both were random, and this was a time before cell phones, so we wouldn't meet them until move-in day. Being from NJ, this was the furthest from home I would be, and the change from an NYC suburb to the middle of nowhere West Virginia would be shocking.
Moving day came, and my friend and I set up our room. Our first roommate joined us that day, and we all clicked really well. He was from a really small town in Western Virginia, and although we had almost completely different lives, this was someone you could tell would be a great friend. The next day, our other roommate came, and we all got to know each other. The story revolves around the first roommate from Virginia, so I'm going to focus on him.
Throughout the semester, my best friend, the roommate, and I became a trio and would go out together all the time, and we all even shared the same friends. We really spent all our free time with each other. Things remained amazing for both semesters of our first year, and we really wanted to keep in touch over the summer break. My home friend and I were so intrigued by the third roommate's stories of his hometown that we all agreed to visit him for a week over the summer and live with his family.
When that time came, me and my friend hopped into my car and drove the roughly 12-hour trip to his house. About an hour after passing through the suburbs of DC, we realized how remote Western Virginia was. When we would stop for gas or to use the bathroom in these small towns, we felt like we were in an old western movie. I have never seen so few people and so little urbanization; it was really eye-opening. We arrived at his house by dinner time, and when I tell you this town was small, I mean it. Each house was at least half a mile or more apart, and it took a 25-minute drive from his house to get to the center of town, where all the stores and restaurants were. Honestly, although it was an extreme change from what I was used to, I pictured this trip being a relaxing one, removing me from the hustle of the east coast.
Three days into our six-day stay, our friend wanted to bring us hiking through the mountains. I was really excited as I have been loving the outdoors here and really wanted to embrace nature. We started our hike at about 9 am, planning to eat our packed lunches around 11 and return to his house by 5 in time to eat dinner at home and before it started to get dark. Midway through the hike, a little after we ate lunch, I spotted a no-trespassing sign in the middle of what seemed to be nowhere. I asked my friend about it, and he told us there was a house in there that everyone knew to keep away from. He told us that where we were hiking was designated as a park and, therefore, no one could live there, but this family had been here for so long that after refusing to move numerous times, the state just gave up.
This was so intriguing to me, and I really wanted to see the house. My friend kept telling us it was dangerous because it was someone's property, and they could shoot us if they saw us. The way he was telling us this thought felt a little insincere as if he didn't really think that was the problem. I interpreted this as him just thinking they wouldn't shoot us without warning us to leave the property first, so I begged and begged. After pulling the usual, you only live once or were best friends, we need to do this we finally convinced him to lead us towards the house.
We had walked for about 25 minutes when we noticed a clearing in the trees. My friend told us once we saw the house were going to stop because, at this point, we were about 3 hours from any road in any direction, and it was really dangerous if we would be seen. We started to whisper and walk slower, waiting for the house to appear. Suddenly, we hear a little scream, like a child when they're playing a game or happy. We froze and started to inch closer to the noise. Soon we saw an old rustic house that looked like it should be condemned, with rusting metal tools and wheels in the front yard. And then we saw a little boy running in circles laughing. We watched for about 5 minutes and noticed that the boy wasn't playing with anyone else. It was odd that he was playing this long and this intense by himself, but we didn't think too much about it.
My home friend wanted to get closer, but even at this point, I felt scared. The friend from here told us it was really dangerous to get any closer and that we should start heading back now, as it was around two and we needed to stay on schedule. My home friend wouldn't budge, he said he wanted to see if other people were on the property and what they were doing. We agreed to stay at our distance but move to the side to get different angles of the house and hopefully see someone else. That's when we notice a tall, heavy man walk out a side door and scream at the boy. Not a scolding scream, but like an animal scream. This was a sound I had never heard a human make before, and I couldn't even imagine what it meant. The boy screamed again in this animalistic howl and ran inside the house. We all looked at each other like, wtf did we just witness?
Then, like out of a horror movie, another scream erupted but this time behind us. We whipped around and saw a boy behind us, probably 12 or 13. We were caught. My heart started pounding so hard I could feel it in my skull. Another scream came from the direction of the house, and we saw the tall man coming for us. He didn't have a gun, though, so we all felt he was about to scold and not kill us. We decided to act lost and just ask him for directions to town that way, and maybe he would go a little easy on us. When he got close enough to hear us, we all started pleading with him, telling him we needed to get home soon and asking if he could help us in any way. He just began at us, and the young boy behind us pushed my friend forward like he was telling us to move. We started to inch up, and the tall man started to walk back toward his house, and we all assumed he wanted us to follow him.
Now we are a couple of yards from the house, and the whole family went outside to look at us. There were two very old women, two middle-aged women, and one middle-aged man, three young men probably in their 20's, and like eight kids. We could tell they were all related as they all had this sandy blonde hair and deep blue eyes. No one said a word to us. We were so scared and confused that we kept pleading, but they didn't even look like they understood us. The tall man from earlier throws us a makeshift plastic carton of water, and everyone starts making their way inside. We took this as him letting us know he wasn't mad at us, but it was time for us to go. We picked up the carton, and it was disgusting. The dirt on the cleawhite plastic stained it brown, and the water looked septic. As we turn our bodies to walk in the other direction, we all notice four girls tending to plants behind the house. These girls weren't outside with the rest of the family staring at us, and I assumed they were workers there. I know that makes no sense, but they looked nothing like everyone else, and I thought it was weird they didn't join the family before.
They all had brown or black hair and were considerably paler than the family. As we continued walking into the woods, one of them yelled at us, in incredibly broken English in the thickest hillbilly accent you could imagine, "Don't come here more, daddy kill you." We were shocked. This was the first time anyone tried to talk to us. We yelled back that we were so sorry and ran into the woods. It was around 3:30, and we were terribly behind schedule. Our friend's mom would pick us up at 5, but there was no way we would get back to the road in time. During the whole walk/ jog back, we discussed what had just happened and how weird that entire affair was. We were all so baffled, and the local friend interjected that growing up, there were always so many scary fables about that house and family. He said some people said they were here since the 1800s and have only ever interbred, and they're all like genetic horrors now, and others said they were cannibals. He told us he brushed all these stories off as tales, but we all agreed that the inbreeding one could be a real possibility.
Finally, at almost 7 o'clock, we make it to the road where we see our friend's mom's, dad's, and brother's car. They were all in a circle talking, and when we greeted them, they said they were worried sick and were about to go looking for us. We apologized and got in the mom's car while she laid into us. Screaming and crying, she told us how scared she was. My home friend apologized and told her how we got caught up at that house. Immediately the whole car went silent, and the local friend looked at us like why would you say that. I thought he was mad because we admitted to trespassing, but now I know that would have been a godsend. His mother sternly said, "you didn't speak to them, did you?" At this point, we just told her the whole story, and she sat silently the whole time, not asking any questions nothing. She told us we’d have to go home tomorrow, cutting our trip two days short, and that we seriously put ourselves in danger by doing what we did.
The next morning, we packed and got ready to leave after breakfast. The mood had visibly changed, and my friend barely spoke to us. I was still feeling a little cheated out of my vacation, wondering what we did that was SO bad. We left a couple of hours later, and that was that.
The next semester we all decided to room together again, with the exception of the fourth roommate, which we tried for a new one. A couple of months into the semester, we were all drunk on a Saturday night and ended up talking about a memory from our summer get-together. With a lot of liquid courage, I brought up the event again and asked what we did that was so wrong. My friend tried to blow off answering, but my persistence and his inebriation finally gave us an answer.
What he said changed me forever: Apparently, that family really had lived there since the 19th century in that exact house. Soon they got shunned for revoking their religion, and the town didn't really mingle with them anymore. This led to the start of their inbreeding. At first, they only wed cousins, but by the 1950s, when the state had claimed the whole area as a park, and this was the only family to remain for miles, the inbreeding got worse and involved siblings and parent/child relationships. The police did a few welfare checks on them in the 60s to confirm this, but there was really nothing they could do about it. In 1971 a local girl from the town went missing. After weeks of search and rescue turned up nothing, it was assumed she had died hiking in the woods. Eight years later, another school-aged girl went missing, this time the sheriff's daughter. Again, after weeks of looking, nothing turned up. The police decided to go to this family's house and ask if they saw her, being that they lived in the forest, it was thought the girl got lost, and to the sheriff's surprise, his daughter was there living with the family. Apparently, the sheriff also recognized the first missing girl, who was now pregnant. This part is now all folklore with no actual confirmation, but many of the locals believe it to be true. Apparently, the sheriff found out that the family was desperate for some outside breeding to help clean the gene pool and would kidnap young women and rape them. Luckily the sheriff's daughter hadn't yet been impregnated, and the sheriff took her back on one condition. He had to allow the family to take young girls, mostly from other towns, and the sheriff would look the other way. Some people in the town believe that if they mess with the sheriff that he would approve the kidnapping of their children, and because of this, many adults in the town appease the sheriff's office at any expense. Since then, there have been reports of missing girls from other towns, but no one knows if they simply got lost in the Appalachians or really have been taken. This is why our friend's mom was so mad at us, she was worried we would mess up the relationship between the sheriff and the family, and somehow, they would have to pay for it. I'm not sure if I believe any of this, and it still boggles my brain to this day. I just hope it's not true.

We talked about staying at a place your parents got in the country for a weekend about 3 hours away when I was over and that you’d show me around. You’ve just gotten yourself a new place and a new business and you’re really happy. Your brothers name is Spencer. You know who you are, message me, I don’t know how I lost you on here but I miss you!

Let's get some conversation going in this forum. I'll kick it off.

1. Flying Burrito Brothers - gilded palace of sin damn near perfect album. as much as i like sweetheart of the rodeo, for me this may be the definitive 'country rock' album. also gram's greatest moment. unpopular opinion but cannot stand hot burrito #1, that's the one drawback.
2. Gene Clark with the Gosdin Brothers really great! listen to more than the first 2 Byrds albums. gene's best moment for me. i am not too much into his later solo records
3. Manassas s/t chris hillman plays right hand man to stephen stills! love the variation. this and the second buffalo springfield album are my fav stephen stills moments.
4. Dillard & Clark - fanstastic expedition pretty strong effort. i'll take this over gram parsons solo any day of the week.
5. Everly Brothers - I'm on my way home again / cuckoo bird single not affiliated with the original five byrds however clarence white on guitar & gene parsons on drums & banjo. Incredible single!

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Honorable mentions:
Gene Clark roadmaster A-side great tracks! 'here tonight' is amazing--FBB supporting GC on that one. cannot for the life of me get into the b-side though.
Roger McGuinn back from rio dated sound & lyrics but some tracks are fun. TP's Heartbreakers with the support.
Chris Hillman desert rose album not to be confused with Desert Rose Band. nothing groundbreaking, pretty much generic country but i take a liking to it. for me, the best thing CH is associated with after manassas

(Verse 1) Awakening in a world of strife, A mighty warrior, born to fight, Lion El'Jonson, a legend's tale, In the grim darkness, his name prevails.
In Caliban's forests, shadows reign, A noble knight, he shall remain, Beneath the stars, his fate aligns, The First Legion's leader, Lion shines.
(Chorus) Lion El'Jonson, a hero's call, Against the darkness, never fall, For the Emperor's light, he'll stand tall, In a universe where war's enthralled.
(Verse 2) A Primarch's burden, heavy lies, With loyalty, he will defy, As brother turns to foe, he fights, A fractured legion, worlds ignite.
The Fallen Angels, they conspire, Traitors lurk within the fire, Yet Lion's heart remains untamed, In the battle for humanity's name.
(Chorus) Lion El'Jonson, a hero's call, Against the darkness, never fall, For the Emperor's light, he'll stand tall, In a universe where war's enthralled.
(Bridge) In the halls of the Rock, his spirit sleeps, Awaiting the hour, his destiny weeps, For when the end of days draws near, The Lion shall rise, his purpose clear.
(Verse 3) The Primarch's return, the galaxy trembles, A beacon of hope, in chaos he battles, In a universe torn by war's embrace, Lion El'Jonson, a legend to retrace.
(Chorus) Lion El'Jonson, a hero's call, Against the darkness, never fall, For the Emperor's light, he'll stand tall, In a universe where war's enthralled.
(Outro) So sing the song of Lion's might, In the depths of the darkest night, For in the heart of the Imperium's strife, Lion El'Jonson will return to fight

Hey folks! I have a specific request and I don’t know if it’s something that exists. For reference, I play on Switch.
I grew up watching my brothers and friends playing games like Assassin’s Creed, Fallout, Red Dead Redemption, etc. I always loved the rich storylines and the history/knowledge included in these games. However, I hate combat. I don’t want anything too high pressure or intense. I would love to just complete little quests and meet other characters and learn about the world I’m in.
I really enjoyed Wyldeflowers partly for this reason!
Any recommendations? Thanks!

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Aiko Kita: A water bender from the northern water spotting who fled to Port Angolkin from the north to escape persecution. She escaped with her younger brother Hideki. Very overprotective of her brother, who is a clever sly guy. A doctor by education, but she is not licensed to practice in her new place of residence. Member of the association of two worlds. Then she became a policewoman.
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Marko Zolt: Fire and Lighting bender from Republick city. This Zolt's grandson. He came looking for the mask of Amun, which was stolen first from the museum by his grandfather and then by thieves from his grandfather. Apart from him, his grandfather's right hand, Dead Eyes, is looking for a mask. Dead Eye murdered his parents. The player has left the session.
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Kaburagi Daichi/Daich Zheng: Bender of earth and metal. A descendant of the ancient Zheng Family who were generals in Ba-Sing-Se. His father was a brutal tyrant who tormented his sons (Daichi is the middle child). In his youth, he ran away from home and as a rebel wandered around the world. He had a boyfriend from a rich desert family, but then fell in love with a rebellious and somewhat fanatical Air Nomad. They had a daughter, Kohaku, and a son, Rin. After the birth of his son, he settled in Port Angolkin and became a policeman. Unfortunately, the wife felt that he had wasted her life and eventually walked away from him, attacking him and sending him to the hospital, taking her daughter with her, who had been sent home at the beginning of the session.
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Migmar Dorjie: A rebellious air bender who was trained at the Meelo Temple. However, he did not like the military regime prevailing there, especially since Meelo tormented him, so he escaped from the temple, got into debt with a moneylender, and began his career as a musician and then a temporary policeman. A playboy, first acting and then thinking, likes girls and boys.

Me (14f) lives half the time with my mother(32f) and the other with my father(31m), stepmother(27f) and my two little brothers (5&3m). Although I see them the same amount of time my mother and my grandmother(66f) although my father has been in my life for the most part ever sense he started seeing my stepmother we drifted apart way more then we already were. Growing up from the ages 3-7 i was with my father most of the time while my mother went out to bars in that time my father had done some thing “normal fathers” shouldn’t/wouldn’t do that I can’t say on Reddit. while constantly living either with my grandparents or my cousins my mother and grandmother still have always lended my father money, food, etc,(they still do now)even thought he’s been on heavy drugs for as long as I can remember. my step mother has always acted like a child, she claims she’s a “vampire” behind closed doors and talks shit about EVERYONE. Over the past couple years I’ve been going to my fathers less and less and I all out refused to see him after I went to a mental institution back in August and he wouldn’t come to see me for the whole 3 and a half months while I was there nor answering any of my calls if a nurse called him he’d answer and say he “couldn’t talk” although he’s unemployed so reasonably I’ve been more cold with him the usual. Recently I was over at his house watching my little brothers and their friend my dad said he and my stepmother would be home by 2pm he didn’t say where he was going but then again I never asked so that parts on me.I volunteer at a homeless shelter and was supposed to be there by 3 and was supposed to go to teen court at 5 for jury duty, plus it was a Thursday so I had school the next day. later that day about an hour after my brothers friend got picked up I realized it was about 2:30pm I tried to find my phone and call him but I remembered that he had taken it with him because he had lost his. I missed both of the things I was planning on going too. He got home at 1AM THAT NIGHT. I was upset because he and my stepmother both knew I had things to do and people were relying on me to show up. I confronted the both of them and they said it wasn’t a big deal while my step mother called me spoiled and a selfish brat, this is where I think I might have been in the wrong, I yelled at her and said something along the lines of “your an enabler and a shitty mom and I hate you both” and I stormed out yelling various curses. I’d like to say although I have bipolar disorder and slight autism it’s not an excuse, So AITA?

Looking to break into Product Management, I am 44 and have a Degree in Business Information Technology from the OU. I also have 20 years of experience working in IT Support experience.
I recently completed a course online https://www.futurelearn.com/courses/digital-product-management which I found interesting.
I would consider doing a Masters's Degree or another Degree ( preferably the last year of a second degree so I can keep on working).
Someone on here recently mentioned choosing trainers that known is well known like SAFe.
They do a course here: https://scaledagile.com/training/safe-product-owner-product-manage
However, there are so many choices it's hard to know:
also, the product school does them https://productschool.com/
BSC also do one https://www.bcs.org/qualifications-and-certifications/certifications-for-professionals/agile-certifications/bcs-practitioner-certificate-in-digital-product-management/
I would consider doing a Master as I said above but I don't see any in the UK.
I can only see some Spanish ones which are only equivalent to a UK Degree
I would consider taking a pay cut to do a Junior Role however I assume most hiring managers want someone young.

Hi, I've been a full time freelance translator for two years now. I work with French, English, Spanish, and Italian and I never specialized, I always worked in general fields or what we gave me, from medical, finance, humanities to art… My work experiences and translation work are mostly from agencies I found through job offer, ProZ, TranslationCafe… I'm also a subtitler and have a good resume in that field and lot of experience, as I work with big entertainment agencies, but the problem remains the same…
Honestly, for two years, I never had big monthly incomes (no more than 2 000€) and not steady as well, some month I get big urn and some I get nothing at all, but literally. I always kind of managed it though, but since November 2022, I got no work offer and no money…
I'm a bit discouraged and puzzled… I'm not particularly looking for big salary, just more steady income.

• I'm tired of working with agencies due to their low fees, lack of giving me steady work, and feel like they just accept everyone;
• I tried looking for direct clients, but honestly nothing concrete came from my research.
• I also looked for in-house translation position, but everyone is more looking for freelancer
• and for a manager position, I do not have enough experience.
  I also felt and from what I read, that unless you've been a translator for a really long time, the translation industry is getting more saturated and is dying with all that new technology: MTPE, AI subtitles and voice over… (I also note that my languages pair are not helping me.) And a lot of translators have the same problem as I do, think the same thing, and/or some just completely stopped their translator career.
  

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I obviously would like to keep working as a freelancer and in the writing / languages field, I even thought of copywriting, transcreation, localization and becoming an editor but from my research and my application, I'm a bit scared to just waste my time. I ultimately started to think maybe I should make a career change, look for a job office or start back my studies.
Everything is welcome, tips, advice, on translator career, "how to get more incomes", "the future of translation", what should I do… or similar testimonies.