Don t worry bout it sweetheart

Where can I find the face value of a ticket I’m trying to sell as a season ticket holder since NY requires it to be listed? I’m trying to sell my opening day tickets but these sites won’t let me list it unless I disclose the face value, but I don’t know where to find this information.

I am an American high school student with a predicament. On Monday, March 22nd, the British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC News) will be visiting my school to film a story. It doesn’t matter what the story is about, what matters is that there will be cameras, cameras whose footage will soon find INTERNATIONAL news feeds. This is too rare of an opportunity to simply let pass by. I must carefully orchestrate a plan to get the name of the movement onto the news. I want to do this as non-disruptively as possible so whatever I come up with may actually find its way into the final cut.
Truthers, I need your help figuring out what I should do in this situation. What is my plan of attack? How do I aim to get the message into a BBC segment without causing suspicion? I need something large enough to be noticeable on the air, but normal enough to be overlooked by their editing team.
These guys are Brits. They don’t know about our situation over here in the US. If we can get the truth out internationally through this news network, I can only imagine the exposure we could get from it. Right now, ANY idea is a good idea.
Please give me guidance. Stay woke.

So I ran a scav today on customs and found 2 armor kits, but my bag could only fit one. My pc crashes, I load back in. I see another player scav so I give him an armor kit, had a brain fart moment where I thought the other armor kit spawned somewhere it didn’t. Remembered where it spawned, go to grab it and it’s gone.
Alright, I didn’t really want to lug it out anyways (I have money and armor kits). Okay, let’s go push PMC’s fighting at crack-house, at the hole in the wall.
I see a dead Pmc, I steal a meta M4 gun and level 6 armor. A Pmc tries to shoot me over the wall on the jump up spot but he barrel stuffed the wall and all his shots miss. He pushes to the hole so I relocate and hold a cheeky angle on that hole barely being able to see through the edge of a bush. He instantly shoots me through the bushes at the wall, I fire back instinctively.
I lived, but I ain’t got no legs and my body is red all over! Level 6 armor saved me. Oh boy, I think this dude is a knower, he’s got the ESP. I proceed to talk shit to him for like 5 minutes about he’s hacking and how he sucks and how he disgust me. He tries to jump back up on the peak and I aim it, and he rotates left.
I keep telling him to come get me as I hide along the inside of the wall. I talk crap to him and ask him how he’s gonna let me heal and how he sucks. He rotates to the dumpster on the left of hole, an AI scav pushes him and dies. I use this time to walk in and listen. I hear him rounding the dumpster…..I prefire and headshot kill him.
He’s got several meta guns and a TacTec. Dude is level 17. There’s like 5 dead chads on the ground. I’m in the process of healing and a player scav runs up and aims at me. I voip, “Yo, I’m a scav.” He fires like 20 rounds at me as I walk left and right saying, “Brother, I’m a scav!” “You can calm down now I’m a scav.”
I don’t even return fire, and after him potatoing for about 10 seconds I die…
Just another raid in Tarkov, lol. It was fun though. 🤷‍♂️😂

So my girlfriend and I have first met about a three months ago and we immediately hit it off. After a month of meeting she felt like we were moving too fast and because of uncertainty in our living situation long term relationship for us is gonna be very difficult and she wanted to not exclusively date but keep things casual and also do our own thing. A week after the “break up” she had ONS with some random guy and that broke me because we were pretty much still talking to each other a lot like a couple and for me it felt like we were still in a relationship though technically she didn’t do anything wrong. So after few days of feeling extremely sad I made my peace and told myself this is just a casual/FWB situation and I continued talking to her.
Now for the reasons I don’t want to get into we lived together for about a month and both of us caught massive feelings for each other and we’re discussing of officially dating. Though this feels like a perfect relationship now I see to not get past what happened. I feel really insecure that some random dude just had sex with my girl and now every small thing that bothers me about her makes me think about the whole ONS. And I feel really insecure that she might pull this again if in future we have a big fight and she doesn’t feel validated.
So my question do I just break off a perfect relationship due to past and my own insecurities or do I continue with this and try to get over my insecurities.

I'm looking for a GM for the title. I'll be providing a writing sample down below; I've a variety of ideas in mind, including fandom and original stories such as WH40K, Dragon Age, KOTOR, Cyberpunk, and ASOIAF/AGOT/HOTD.
Beyond that I'm enthusiastic for most forms of history and consider myself well-read on it (i.e. more than just being able to list off battles and fun facts about the Romans and other shallow topics). This usually ties in my writing more often than not; I play the tabletop version of Warhammer and play most of Paradox Interactive's Grand Strategy titles. My current favorite obsession is Knights of the Old Republic 2, and I fence at a very amateur level. I'm a Soulsborne fan (can't beat Sekiro, unfortunately) but am pretty ambivalent to Elden Ring.
If a writing sample isn't shared in your first message, I'll block you immediately.
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The boar is not dead, though to all the other hunters’ senses it is. It lays motionless on its side within the sled, tied down by rope with two arrows sticking discordantly out of its hide like seams of broken bone. Frozen blood pools in the cracked stomach of the sled, collecting rather than leaking now that red ice has sealed the wood. Poison leaching out of the arrowheads keeps the boar docile, and its breathing so light that only Trapper can see. An ovate in too-thin robes shivers as she ties a garland of rosemary around the beast’s neck, murmuring prayers to the ancestors that they might find the kill worthy.
Winter has seized the land in its vise, its unending waves of cold and snow having transformed the Barony of Marlas into a crueler scape, one Trapper doesn’t quite recognize. Tranquility abounds along the driven snow, all through the clearing, hiding the buried world and the woes of man but unable to snuff them out. Trapper knows well what a mirage it is, the oppressive winters of his homeland no less savage than the bloodletting summers. The numbing cold does not soothe his aches, for he knows they’ll be worse come morning, come the thaw. Too soon this clearing will melt, its river gone from white to red, the whole Septima Line thrust back to war.
Baron Orys refuses to yield to midnight season, to accept its peace, and so from his great warhorse’s saddle he brazenly belts out a mixture of drunken lyrics and commands, determined to master this hunt even if he does not partake. An entourage on horseback spreads out in his orbit, ranging from eager young footmen to grizzled junkers, all in varying states of inebriation at his command. Their braying is nearly louder than the hounds’, who hungrily stalk between the sled and the hole they pulled the boar out from. Teased by the hunt but yet unrewarded, they’re too unruly to be kept in check by the kennel master.
On foot slog the unfortunates who actually have to take part in the hunt, Trapper among them. They huddle into their hemp canvas cloaks, glancing up at the moody afternoon sky threatening to crack open with another snowstorm. Dark clouds sweep in low from the south like a riptide, a single vast current swept in from the mountains already menacing the Oldwoods. Its furthest gales reach them as tongues of vengeful cold, flecks of whipped-up snow biting into Trapper’s exposed skin.
By the boar’s nest leans a typical Mallean, one of Trapper’s two erstwhile comrades. Sigorn is tall, pale, broad, with the close-set, wide-boned features of a commoner, and a shock of red hair grown out to protect against the elements. Beneath his cloak he proudly bears his blood-flecked armor, each dent a Darkman put into it a point of dear pride. He’s not the only one, either, the clearing filled with dozens of youths whose first blooding ended in victory amid a blizzard. Baron Orys, deep into his cups after six days of nonstop celebration, saw a break in the storms and gladly called a hunt. When informed he could not go on account of his shattered knee - he simply grinned, and ordered himself tied to his saddle.
Trapper remembers the moment his lord fell from the saddle, burned into his nerves. The screaming of horses, skidding hooves catching on the frozen ground. On the edges of his vision a rider smashes into a branch in the din, others don’t move at all for fear of the blizzard. His spurs dig, his borrowed steed whines, and he races for his lord - only for another to reach him first.
“What a woman.” Sigorn sighs beside Trapper, craning his neck to look at one of their lord’s companions of honor. Susannah Oye junker unlike the others, a pretty, willowy noblewoman well into motherhood, with the lean, ruthless look of a ranger. Her two poisoned arrows are what struck the boar down, and her pride curls off her body like steam. Sigorn’s face cracks into exaggerated appreciation, and then he turns to their lord’s other honored companion. Another woman, this one as young as they are, haughtily-built and leering with none of Susannah’s refinement. Many of those looks are reserved for Trapper, forced to slog on foot as just another hunter. “Anya too. I think she fancies you, eh?"

Some people find comfort in religion, some people science. Some people find purpose from religion others find it elsewhere. But why? I’m not a nihilist or anything but I could care less where everything comes from like how the universe was made or anything and I don’t need a purpose in life. As long as I have my friends and family and a good job I’m perfectly fine.

Does anyone have recommended settings for mcr tone. Playing mostly Frank iero parts. I just got the boss katana 100 but don’t have it hooked up to a pc yet. Just looking for some knob settings if you don’t mind for now :-)

I think I am drawn to these people because in real life they are much more fun.
They spend less time online and really know how it is to live in the real world, whenever you see them it’s like an amazing time and you’ve never been apart.
I love that my boyfriend is busy having a life and doesn’t text me back for a while, I wish I could do that.
I love when my friends also don’t respond for a bit, I wish I had this ability because I feel the need to respond to EVERYONE, RIGHT AWAY.
I want to be the one drawing people in and that’s keeping me motivated.

I 21(f) and he 22(m) have known each other for about 4 years now and have always been friends even tho he seemed like he liked me at the very beginning , we used to hangout with mutual friends always like friends. So basically we hangout but he never made any move and I was very distant because I didn’t wanna give him the wrong impression.
But i always had this distant thought in the back head and recently it’s really bothering me.
For context, he is a great guy , whenever I needed help i knew I could call and trust him, once I called him to ask him if he could pick me up but then told him not to because he was at work but he literally took his friends car and came from across town to help me and then went back to work, of course he was able to as his boss is really nice but not everyone would choose to.
We don’t chat much really and go out w friends for a month lets say and dont talk for months after that ( I mean we don’t really keep in touch daily ) ofcourse we send memes and stuff but that’s about it
Back to today , so recently he has been touching my hair and holding my hand just a bit longer than usual after a high five or smth ( hes big on that , literally high five at anything lol ). And we were sitting in a bar with my other university friend and she has been pointing it out to me recently how we interact and how he pays attention to me and agrees to anything I say and is making me sorta paranoid, because even if its true i have been talking about crushes and I have been dating and asking him to introduce me to a friend of his that is my type etc so basically I felt like shit.
I really hope this isnt the case because how can we be friends after this, I don’t want to upset him. I call him bro all the time like even if he does like me he , he knows that I would distance myself in one way or another. But lately I’ve noticed that he never introduced any girlfriend or talked about crushes. So i asked him , literally , like why haven’t I heard anything about a crush or stuff like that, and my friend made a joke about how he is a scorpio and is mysterious and went on , All he said was “ We ll talk when we’re alone smday” , now I don’t know if they noticed but Istarted stressing and soon after left.
On top of that my friend ( in the entire story we are still talkin about the same university friend. I recently introduced the two) called me and went on about how she thought she over shared ( we were talking bout her crush on uni and i went on about a guy so we were like having this sort of convo ) and that she felt bad for him because she thinks he didn’t like the topic , so I started thinking and here i am completely stressed out.
I think it’s because she is putting stuff in my head I swear , but I have heard this before and my best friend thinks so too but honestly I don’t want it to be true…

In January I started getting a whole host of weird symptoms after a sinus infection right after Christmas- so anyway, saw ENT late February and they said to come back in 4-6 weeks if everything hasn’t resolved (inner ear fluid causing vertigo, daily life has been difficult). I can call back in another week. Also have a neurologist appointment but can’t be seen until mid April (had a vasovagal syncope episode in the first week of February that might have actually been a seizure- almost lost bowel control).
But my clearest most confusing symptom is my ears. It started about once or twice a week, with one ear, the same ear every time- it would get red and feel like it’s burning and just a little swollen for a few hours. The attacks also seems like they are getting darker red over time (I’ve started documenting pictures when they happen) The frequency slowly increased and it is now daily (once happened twice in one day), and after an episode in the other ear, it is now both ears every time. There is no rhyme or reason I can pin down.
They don’t itch, just burn. It happens at different hours of the day, doing different activities or nothing at all, with or without eating, whether or not I have taken my medication (thought it might be adderall induced at first, but after taking several days off the attacks persisted.) The only two options the internet seems to offer are “red ear syndrome” which doesn’t feel right due to the increase in frequency and severity, and “relapsing polychondritis” which also doesn’t seem right because the attacks only last a few hours a day, but my earlobes are unaffected. Not sure I can or should wait until April to be seen.

I often feel like I want to call for support but, I hesitate because I’m not sure that my issues are what the support line is for. Like, when I’m really distressed and overwhelmed but not necessarily suicidal. I’d like to have someone help me talk through things but I don’t want to abuse the service.
I’d like to know what’s considered a ‘normal’ or ‘fair’ amount to call a support line? And if it’s better to leave it for life and death rather than, like, talking me down from intense dissociation.

First
The Dauntless
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“I lost track of all time playing that game!” Ambassador Tal complains as they walk into the main governance building together.
“An unfortunate side effect of entertainment. You stop counting the minutes and just indulge.” Admiral Cistern notes.
“No kidding.” Ambassador Tal notes as she cracks her back a bit and sends her breasts bouncing somewhat.
“There you two are!” Lady Ticanped exclaims walking up. “At least you’re both presentable! But do you have any ideas about the rumours I’ve been hearing?”
“My people are doing a great number of things in a great number of places. I require context.”
“Rumours of a new species!? A massive raid on hugely influential women!? How about Biological Horror Constructs and an attempt to create an Axiom God!?” Lady Ticanped asks.
“... I honestly expected all that to get out sooner.”
“You’re confirming it?!”
“Yes. In our pursuit of rescue and cooperation with lawful authorities The Undaunted have been placed in situations where we have intercepted a crazed clone’s attempt to forcibly convert her original into a god-like entity. The agents involved were later setting up a sting operation and stumbled onto a massive child trafficking ring and the overall rescue effort on the lost colony Lakran has caused the emergence of new Urthani strains on the galaxy.”
“And the rumour that one of those strains is the second Primal Species to ever arise?”
“I do in fact have a Primal Urthani under my employ.” Admiral Cistern answers.
“And the Axiom God?” Ambassador Tal asks with a huge smile on her face at the absurdity of things.
“Professor Grace? Yes, him and his daughters.”
“Daughters.... wait! Those adorable little Khob girls that the whole ship is doting on?” Nikta asks excitedly. She’d seen a soldier chase down a tiny Kohb girl while covered in pink glitter and had tickled her into submission after catching her. Once he stopped she had clung onto his uniform and cheered when he explained that they were going to see her father.
“Yes. His clone created twelve more clones and I’m proud to say the reaction from my men for having a dozen tiny children running everywhere has been more piggyback rides and friendly patience than annoyance. Those little girls are going to spoiled absolutely rotten at this rate.”
“Of course the supposed Axiom God would be a male. Let me guess, human too?”
“Partly? He’s spliced human traits into himself. So he’s considerably taller than the average Kohb.”
“And the Primal Urthani?”
“He’s on the opposite side of the galaxy. Still on Lakran. Which is also where I’m keeping him for as long as reasonably possible because as bad as rumours or confirmed rumours of a new Primal Strain is, actually having one anywhere in a thousand lightyears of Centris is infinitely worse.” Admiral Cistern answers.
“Thank goodness. And the supposed raid on influential women?”
“I don’t have all the information. Much of it is tied up in a huge amount of litigation and court freezes. Even the information I have is heavily redacted for legal purposes.”
“What can you tell me?”
“An enormous child trafficking ring was recently broken wide open by some of my men with the help of local police forces. This ring kept a list of all their customers as well as recorded evidence of their many crimes and that has been seized. The Police of Lilb Tulelb have placed a massive gag order on all information and have frozen the assets of the accused until they can be properly legally processed. They want to ensure that everything is done flawlessly so they’re taking their time.”
“Some may argue that’s an abuse of power.” Lady Ticanped notes.
“Not at all, so long as the personal property and persons of the individuals being detained are not damaged or sold off by the police then they are legally permitted to hold someone until their court hearing.” Admiral Cistern says and Lady Ticanped considers.
“That... hmm... yes that would explain all the rumours. Not enough information going about. Even you don’t have the information.” She realizes.
“I have guesses and approximations, but that is what everyone has at the moment.”
“I see. Okay, this is easily workable.” She says before leaning in and giving Admiral Cistern a kiss.
“Still, I’ll be making sure you smell more of feather than engine grease.”
“I don’t smell like engine grease!” Ambassador Tal protests.
“Let’s agree to disagree.” Lady Ticanped says in an agreeable tone.
“I don’t!”
“Of course.” Lady Ticanbed answers as she snaps out a fan to cover her slight smile. “Anyways darlings, the next council session is soon to begin. I advise you both to find your way to your appointed booths.
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“Honoured representatives! Astute Ambassadors and Noble Scions! I Lady Ticanped, as Speaker for this Galactic Council, do declare the session as officially open! May all the gods you worship, all the oaths you have sworn and all the peoples you stand for look fondly upon you. It is time!”
The regal Pavorous scans the massive chamber and nods. “To begin this august session we have the concerns of the Almari Collective directed towards The Undaunted.”
The booths with the Almari Collective representative and Admiral Cistern respectively project images of Representative Val Miriti and Admiral Cistern. Things are set up so the projected images look like they’re speaking to one another.
“You! We have heard that you are experimenting with Urthani men to try and create super-soldiers!” The representative, a Tret woman in a formal outfit, accuses.
“... Well... only from the most twisted point of view. One of my soldiers in the Titan Program is an Urthani, as per the Titan Program he’s of equal stature to a Bull Cannidor and often finds himself in power armour and wielding capital ship scale weapons. That’s fairly super for a soldier in my professional opinion.”
“And the rumours that he’s a Primal Urthani?”
“He is.” Admiral Cistern states and there is a sudden massive uproar through the room as everyone starts to speak and their booths start automatically project them to try and accommodate the debate but the system is quickly overwhelmed and it all becomes a chaotic mess.
“Order! There will be Order on my Council!” Lady Ticanped calls out and after a few minutes of yelling and her flexing her new power to forcibly deactivate the projectors she has order. “Now then, would the representative from The Undaunted be so kind as to elaborate his statement?”
“My Urthani Soldier on Lakran has ascended into a Primal Urthani during the fulfillment of his duties.” Ambassador Cistern says simply. “What more is there that requires elaboration.”
“Perhaps how ascension into what many religions consider a living god can be considered part of a soldier’s duty.” Lady Ticanped asks pointedly.
“The Undaunted strive to be the best they can be. Why is succeeding in one’s goals a surprise?”
“That’s a bit above and beyond the call of duty.”
“Yes, so the debate as to how highly promoted and how well paid he will be is still underway. Exemplary service must be met with exemplary pay and accreditation.”
“Admiral Cistern, please take this situation seriously.”
“I am. I hold no special view of Primals excepting what I can learn from them. Otherwise they are merely more citizens of the galaxy to me. If I have to chose between recruiting a well trained and responsible Greater Plains Nagasha or a disobedient and untrained Primal Nagasha I will hire the Greater Plains Nagasha. That Sergeant Skitterway ascended into a Primal Urthani merely meant to me that his official documentation required updating. It’s what he did in the process of ‘ascending’ that was more valuable to me.” Admiral Cistern explains using his fingers to draw the airquotes around ascending.
“Why did you... does it really not matter?”
“It’s interesting, especially to my Research and Development departments. But my primary concerns are funding, logistics, legality, movement and tactics. Whatever the official name of my soldier’s species it matters very little to me so long as their recruitment is a benefit to the Undaunted and not a hindrance.”
“But you have a Primal Urthani in your army, yes or no?” Representative Miriti demands.
“Yes.” Admiral Cistern states.
“Then the Almari Hive Collective demands the release of this specimen to their care.” Representative Miriti states. Not a bad play, a full fifth of all Urthani in the galaxy live in that area of space. Unfortunately for her, Doctor Skitterway was not a citizen of the Collective and neither was Emmanuel.
“Denied, he is needed at his post.” Admiral Cistern’s response is swift and unquestioning.
“His homelands call to him. He belongs with his people!”
“Sergeant Emmanuel Skitterway is not and has never been a citizen or subject of the Almari Collective. And even if he was, not only would his legally binding oath of service to The Undaunted supersede this but his death and following resurrection would further annul any legal bindings you have to him.”
“... Did you say death and resurrection.” Lady Ticanped asks.
“I did.” He replies.
“... Could you clarify?” She asks.
“Is it relevant to the subject at hand?” Admiral Cistern asks.
“Is this the same soldier Sergeant Emmanuel Skitterway?”
“Yes.” Admiral Cistern says as the entire room explodes again and minutes are spent muting everyone and getting things under control.
“Admiral Cistern, we don’t appreciate being lied to.”
“Why would I lie when the truth is both far more absurd and far more entertaining?” Admiral Cistern answers with a grin before accepting a coffee. “Thank you Private Stream.”
“Sir! You’re welcome sir!” The overeager private replies and he takes a sip of the steaming drink in front of the entire galaxy.
“Admiral Cistern. This body does not appreciate double speak or silly games. You will explain yourself.” Lady Ticanped threatens.
“Very well milady. Roughly three hundred years ago a young Urthani man by the name of Emmanuel Skitterway was killed in a power core containment failure. He was survived only by a medical clone that was intended to be used to replace lost limbs or organs and a grieving mother. This mother held onto the unawakened clone for centuries until she got her hands on a mental engram of an Undaunted soldier who had volunteered for a restorative coma. For reasons I have yet to have explained to me, she placed these memories into the clone of her son and jettisoned the pod at a failed colony world named Lakran.” He takes a sip of his coffee.
“In summation, shenanigans ensued, he established contact with The Undaunted and temporarily took the name Jasper Blue as both an identifier distinct from the soldier who’s memories he had and as a bit of a joke. Further nonsense followed on that world and he somehow retrieved all the memories and emotional experiences of Emmanuel Skitterway in full. Essentially becoming his own reincarnation but as he identifies himself as Emmanuel we’ve referred to it as a resurrection. Further nonsense happened as our rescue and relief force was on the way and by the time we arrived the man had grown to have the stature of a Cannidor, had alloyed his fur, claws and bones with a metal that makes most starship hulls seem fragile, reinforced his claws, grew extra antenna, adjusted and expanded his proboscis, his wings are now segmented and twice their former size, and his digestive tract and internal redundancies are robust to the point that he could potentially survive in Cruel Space.”
“And... that makes him a Primal?”
“He describes in his reports a spiritual experience and claims to have not only seen a woman become a Primal Nagasha, but claims to have seen other races ascend as well. He claims the next race to achieve Primal Status will be a Wimparas.” Admiral Cistern explains. “He describes the process as entering a realm beyond time, then you must define yourself, reject yourself, define yourself again and reject yourself again until you reach a point of critical mass and become all of your selves simultaneously. This creates the Primal.”
“... Admiral Cistern.” Representative Miriti states after a bit. She looks supremely unimpressed. “If rumours are inaccurate you are permitted to say as such. Don’t make up absurd stories to feed into them. It’s unbecoming.”
“I will keep that in mind. Though please remember that denying a rumour often has people assume that as proof of it’s accuracy. Or that someone must be hiding something or something else of the sort.”
“If that is all?” Lady Ticanped asks testily.
“Until I am questioned again milady.” Admiral Cistern says raising his mug in a toast and then his projector deactivates.
Why lie when the truth itself is MORE than enough?
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First Last

My 10mo Boston Terrier has been with me for 3 weeks now. He’s very sweet and has made a lot of progress adjusting to his new home but can still be a little shy at times. We enrolled in beginner obedience classes a couple of weeks ago (he was previously being trained for show, so I thought it would be a great experience for him) and I quickly learned that he’s not very food motivated and it makes training difficult. Either that or adolescence is in full swing.
Anyways… back to the real issue. The breeder mentioned he was good in the car until he was 6mo when he got carsick on a 40 min drive. I thought “okay, no big deal, we can work on that!” but I had no idea he was actually terrified of the car? Once we get within 8-10ft of a car he immediately puts the brakes on. At first he was taking treats near the car but stopped and now he won’t even eat those specific treats in my apartment. Switched the treats, same deal. He’s only 13lb so I can pick him up and put him in the car and he will sit good in his booster seat with a harness seatbelt attachment. He’s a little shaky at first but once we start driving he will stop and just sits up with squinty eyes the whole time. We can go for 10-15 min drives to my parents house to play with their dogs and to obedience class without any signs of carsickness. I drive very carefully and talk calmly to him the whole time but I don’t offer treats as he won’t take them 99% of the time (I’m also worried that it would exacerbate the carsickness). Am I doing more damage by picking him up and putting him in the car before making him approach the car on his own first? How do I work on this if he’s not interested in treats (even high value ones)? Is he afraid of the car because he associated it with being carsick?
I’m a little heartbroken as I LOVE traveling with my dog and want him to experience things outside of the 5-10 mile radius of where we live :(

TL;DR - I’m just here asking if anyone can recommend any classic sci-fi where the women are either actually mcs or more than just sexy lamps
This is a bit of a rant but,
I’m so sick of being recommended a “classic-must-read-you’re not-a-fan-of-sci-fi-if-you-haven’t-read-it” book, only to discover that what few female characters they have are really boring, and barely even there.
Like 99% of the time it’s all male mcs, and the aliens are usually either an entirely male race with like slave females, or a female race that’s really sexy and want to sleep with human men (or men of a different species or whatever) and then when there are human women they’re always 17-23 and super sexy and also the main human guys love interest (or conquest)
I’m just so sick of it, it’s really really boring and it’s a trope I hate, it seems like there’s so much of it in science fiction too.
I’d really appreciate any recommendations on books that don’t fall into this, or at least have some interesting women

i’m in high school and there is a cute guy in my science class. idk how to talk to him cause i’m so chicken when it comes to this stuff 😭😭 but i don’t wanna be. we have talked VERY briefly, and i feel like there are never rlly any opportunities so how do i make those opportunities come??

Brand new, sealed in box iPhone 14 Pro. 512gb storage capacity, Deep Purple. Purchased because the GPS in my 13 Pro was giving me issues, but it turned out to be a CarPlay issue and not a hardware issue. Laziness caused me to miss my return window. - $1200 USD FIRM
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Lightly used 512gb Steam Deck with a 1tb SanDisk Extreme Pro Micro SD. Purchased for myself for Christmas, but I don’t use it as much as I thought I would. No issues whatsoever. Includes the Deck, the case, charging cable (With pouch), cleaning cloth, and the Micro SD card. The system has been factory reset and the Micro SD card has been formatted. The Micro SD card will ship installed in the Deck. - $600 USD FIRM
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Edit: Prices listed are for the items only. Shipping will be an additional fee, at the expense of the buyer. Willing to meet up pretty much anywhere in SoCal as long as we agree on a halfway point.

I know you guys might get questions like this a lot, but I need some advice since some DLC is on sale. I lost all of my destiny stuff when it got moved off epic, but want to get back into destiny. I’m assuming the $50 dlc that isn’t on sale is the current xpac? Should I buy it right away on a fresh character? Are any of the other dlcs worth getting? I saw an anniversary dlc on sale which had halo stuff which piqued my curiosity. Sorry if this is asked all the time, just don’t want to waste money

SO lives with his sister ( splitting the rent) in her house that she just bought. He had his own place before that but he absolutely hated living in an apartment because of noise. Things seemed to be going well in his new living situation until his sister got pregnant shortly after they moved in. This made him upset because he thinks she “set him up” and was lying to him about how serious her relationship was at the time. He seemed to get over it but still made remarks here and there about his sister that I felt were pretty rude. This leads to the argument last night.
SO called me after she’d already left her own house and went to her dads house. He was absolutely livid. A side of him I’ve seen before but directed towards me. So it made me really nervous. He was screaming and slamming things and calling his sister every name in the book. He called her baby a bastard since she and her bf aren’t married.
The argument started because SO’s car broke down and was vandalized on the side of the highway because he left it there for over 12 hours. His sister came to his rescue when the car broke down and got him a rental car in her name. For the second time. She got him a rental car last month as well. When he got his broke down car back home, he decided that this would’ve never happened had his sister’s boyfriend didn’t help him change his oil and fix a leak. He thinks this is what broke his car and also that his sister forced him to allow her boyfriend to work on his car instead of going to a mechanic.
The thing is that he has no job. He is paid by veteran benefits monthly. That money doesn’t stretch very far and when his car broke down he had no money. He didn’t have money for a mechanic. Which is why his sisters boyfriend helped.
This ended up being the main catalyst in their argument. He sent me a snippet of the argument that he recorded thinking it’ll prove how terrible his sister is but instead it just showed me how mean he can be and has always been. His sister was saying she was trying to help him. He just kept screaming at her and slamming his door. Told her he hopes she can’t make the payments on her house and it all falls apart, hopes her relationship with the baby’s father falls apart, called her a neurotypical bitch… it was awful. She told him this is why you don’t have anyone and not even her anymore.
And then when I tried to talk to him and help he got mad at me too and hung up on me. I’m just so sad because I don’t know what will come from his life and I don’t think I can be a part of it much longer. I can’t have that happen to me ever again. The yelling, name callig, blaming. I cant understand how he doesn’t see he is the problem.
The saddest part for me is that he was abused by his mother and it seems that he has her personality but maybe even worse. And he doesn’t see it.

I am only 16. I have 4 siblings and I have just my mom, that’s all. My dad has been in and out of my life for several years and in some cases was only there in benefit of his own self. He left us when we lost our house, leaving us with nothing but our broke down minivan. Which a couple years later, he stole and stranded in Florida with every liquid in it siphoned out of it. at this point we were living in a Duplex. My mom had a tiny ford focus left because he “gave” it to her because he took our van. may i remind you that she has five kids. Now, this is only one of many things he’s done to fuck our family over. The only thing he’s ever done is benefit himself. If my own FATHER is that selfish.. how could the rest of the world not be just as selfish. how could i ever trust anybody but myself. i’m pushing everybody away and it’s all my fault. maybe i’m being selfish? idk i’m typing as i’m thinking and i really just don’t know what to do anymore. i don’t want to exist in a world where i can’t even trust my own dad.

i’m in high school and there is a cute guy in my science class. idk how to talk to him cause i’m so chicken when it comes to this stuff 😭😭 but i don’t wanna be. we have talked VERY briefly, and i feel like there are never rlly any opportunities so how do i make those opportunities come??