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Hello everyone, my name is Nao! She/her pronouns and my timezone is JST ( UTC+8 ). I'm looking for people who are as obsessed with me with Kavetham from Genshin Impact <3 Please do not come at me with low effort response AND no password (hidden in this post), or I will ignore you.
My requirements are simple, I only need you to be:

• Over the age of 18+
  
• Friendly OOC ( absolutely no flirting )
  
• Patient ( I sometimes take days to respond )
  
• Can contribute to the story and push it forward, don't just react.
  
• Okay with discussing sensitive topics.
  
• Please tell me if you're not able to respond for a week
  
• Able to write at least 2 - 3 paragraphs worth 5-6 scentences.
  
• Can brainstorm together.
  

NOT requirements but are heavily preferred

• Has a plot ready! Hopefully it's something related to dark themes.
  
• Will match my energy!
  
• Headcanons!!! C:
  
• A fellow artist! ( I am one as well. It'd be very great if we can draw our ideas together or do an art trade! C: )
  
• Be able to play background characters ( Use them to make my character jealous c: )
  
• Preferably plays top/dominant characters
  
• Consistent replies
  

INFORMATION
I've been wanting to do a plot where Kaveh doesn't have enough money to pay Alhaitham back and would have to make it up somehow! ( You know where this is going c; ) I prefer Alhaitham being the bottom and Kaveh being the top, but I honestly so not mind as much as I see them both as switches.
That said, I would like it if I were to play the "submissive" of the relationship, otherwise known as the one who takes the d. I know this is a huge deal breaker for some people, but I promise to try and compensate by delivering great quality writing the best of my abilities and offer steamy hot scenarios on the way as well! I only really top when I am in the mood or if I'm comfortable enough with people, so I'd say I'm a submissive-leaning switch! I am also willing to do some story building and have side-ships.. but I mainly want Kavetham to be the focus on this one. I am open to doubling up for your ship of course!
I think I'm more experienced playing Kaveh than I am with Alhaitham ( his big words scare me 🥶 ) but I am open to playing the latter based from your preference. Despite how genuinely intimidating Alhaitham is to roleplay, I'll definitely be more than wiling to play him against Kaveh!
KINKS
I'm honestly open to most things! I am open to problematic scenarios as well if you have one. My kinks mostly consist of rough and mean things as I am a huge masochist! That said, my only limits are inflation, heavy gore ( I'm okay with amputee ), feet, musk, armpits, toilet stuff, and others related to that matter. Please dm me if you're uncertain about your kink!
My kinks ( Caps are my favorites <3 )
POWER BOTTOMING, MULTIPLE ROUNDS, TOYS, HEAVY DEGRADATION, MANHANDLING, NON-CON, SADOMASOCHISM, PUBLIC SEX ( especially in the library ;) ), brat-taming, misgendering, mind break, spanking/choking/biting/marking etc, voyeurism, slight bdsm, praising, cockwarming, spitting in mouth, clothed sex, humiliation, double penetration, somnophilia, piss ( kinda ), objectification, cunt boys ( preferably haitham <3 but if we do go down with this narrative then I'd like to be Alhaitham 🥺 ) and honestly a lot more! Don't be afraid to ask! ( The password is Strawberry Kaveh <3 )
OTHERS I ONLY roleplay on discord and please approach me with an example of your writing style, your name/pronouns/timezone, your kinks, what you can offer. Longer and detailed introductions, the better! <3
The ships I'm willing to double up on are:
Cynonari, Kaeluc, Xingyun, Zhongven, Tartali, Zhongxiao, Venxiao, Kasuscara, Aether x ( any male character, really. )
Hope to see you soon!!! <3

tl;dr fight with best friend, arguments, blocked, had plans to marry her but due to family politics and our fights she cut contact
Hi guys, I feel like this sub is best for some advice and insight I’m looking for. Anywho, I was born in Pakistan, 19 but in Australia for a while and a Aus citizen. I’ve been talking to someone who’s in Pakistan, in the motherland. I point out the background because it’s important due to it affecting family relations, culture, dating etc.
I’ve been talking to my grandfather’s sister’s daughter, aka my dads cousin. She isn’t meant to talk to me, since her family has a long history of not getting along with anyone in our extended families etc. her mum doesn’t even talk to her own brother, and the girls mother has beef with my grandma too. Now, there isn’t something special really, it’s just that the chemistry is nice and we are like-minded. But the family issue is a big problem, my grandma has already said no to our relationship, and my parents has also said no. I didnt say were dating, just brought it up, but they immediately said something further is not happening. When growing up my dads family used to be poor and when they visited this girls city for Uni, her family didn’t even ask to accomodate or meet them or help them in anyway, esp since they were rich and could’ve helped. Now it’s the opposite situation, I’m wealthier so I feel it could be she’s been trying to talk for the visa / my fortunate circumstances maybe. But if my dad got treated like that, it would be very awkward if I married that girl whose family was like that.
I’m not sure if the chemistry/being so close/ like mindedness is worth the family politics and drama that will probably last the whole of our lives. Not to mention I would have to fight for her and it would be very messy. My grandparents raised me and me going against them + my own family would be huge. Yesterday however we got into a heated argument and she blocked me, her brother raged at me and basically she doesn’t want to contact. Me and brother had a fight too. I basically said some swear words to her, which we usually do to each other anyways in a joking manner, but she didn’t seem to like it last night. She said things like mind my language, don’t do this or that. In return I teased that I would tell her mum she’s talking to me, so better delete my pics.
Have I lost someone special and important, or is just that it’s early 20s early love phase? Because 90% of the time it was just flirting, no real discussion about anything. we started talking first time 3 years ago in HS and then stopped and then contacted again in Dec 2022. Like idk her hobbies or fav colour etc even. It does feel like a breakup, but I feel I can find someone more compatible here in Australia. Someone on same wavelength, someone who’s raised here and knows the western culture better. These guys in Pakistan are religious and conservative.
Just need some thoughts and insights.

Universe by U/BlueFishCake
Previous Chapter
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I don't look like a sad orphan! I think.
Sean was frantically looking through his extremely limited supply of "nice" clothes. Haali had reminded him that while they were proper business attire, they weren't exactly glamorous or flattering. Sean had no use for fancy clothes, so he really didn't have any. Now here he was kicking himself for not having at least one nice shirt.
He leaned over and looked at himself in the mirror and groaned, "Damnit I have no idea what I'm doing. Reflection what do I do?".
He and his reflection both shrugged, "Ugh, some use you are.".
He stuck his head back into his closet, hoping that somehow a perfect article of clothing had somehow appeared there. Coincidentally he remembered an old shirt he had "borrowed" from his dad. He hadn't noticed it before, he kept it tucked away in a box at the top of the closet and he often forgot it existed. Besides, he virtually never looked through his clothes with this level of intensity.
As he reached up to the box, he began to feel increasingly ridiculous. It was one of his dad's old shirts from his partying days back when he was a little younger than Sean. Suffice it to say, the garment could be officially qualified as "old as shit".
Sean initially took it as a joke; something to wear to 80's parties or when he just wanted to look absurd. Fashion was an ever-changing force and so much time had passed since this shirt had been woven. You could turn a lot of heads for all the wrong reasons wearing this thing. But it did have one thing going for it: it strangely reminded him of something Haali would wear.
It didn't look like his fluffy pirate shirt or anything, but it had that same "I'm here to party 'till I die look". Sean fumbled around until his hand met the box, with an odd degree of reverence he slid the box off the shelf and he sat it on his bed. He flipped the lid off with one finger and winced when he saw it again.
I forgot how outrageous this thing is...
The "Turquiose Menace" as he had come to call it, would arise once again. He held it up; he smiled, then cringed, then weakly smiled once more. He held it over himself in the mirror and tilted his head from side to side, trying to make a decision. After a few more seconds of looking, he shrugged, nodded, "It'll have to do...". He gently laid it on his bed and went to take a shower.
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Haruk had been enjoying herself getting ready for tonight. She was smiling and running a brush through her hair as she hummed to herself. She had invested in a full body mirror and was enjoying the sight of herself looking so good. She was ecstatic to have an excuse to get all dressed up and look sexy. While she was quite satisfied with her appearance, she had a growing sense of dread in the back of her mind concerning Sean and Xerya.
Goddess I hope those two show up wearing something half way decent.
She stopped brushing her long hair for a moment to rotate around and check out her back side. She smiled and giggled a bit, she loved getting everything about this. She spun back around and pushed a lock of hair over her ear, she then resumed brushing her hair. As she raised the brush for another stroke, she froze.
I... I better go check on Xerya.
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Xerya wasn't used to this feeling, and she really didn't like it. She was someone who always had her shit together, and now was one of the very few times in her life where she didn't. The sliding door to her closet in her room was wide open. She had her arms outstretched, resting on the opposing sides of the closet. She had a thin sheen of stress sweat coating her face and her eyes were widened by a low grade panic attack.
Nice? What does that even mean? I think a tank top and sweat pants are nice. I know that's not what they mean, but shit, I don't really have anything to work with here!
She frantically shoved her hangers from side to side as she searched for some forgotten article of clothing. The real kick in the tits was Haali's specific ban on wearing uniforms. When she had first gotten word of their dinner date, that's exactly where her mind first went; hell, that’s what she always wore when she had to dress up. They might have been a little stiff and up tight, but it gave her a decent set of clothes that were accepted in most places.
That devious little imp had now starved her of her silver bullet for fashion. So now she was trapped in a clothesless wasteland of her own making, and she was running out of time. She was about to double down on her growing anxiety by panicking about the time but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
Several aggressive thuds on the door were followed by Haruk's voice. Her tone was a blend of teasing and legitimate concern, "Hey Xerya you alive in there? You didn't get crushed under your own tits did ya?".
Thank the goddess!
Xerya bounded over to her door, her massive jugs bouncing around with every step. She had been topless while trying to decide what to wear. She flung the door open wearing an uncharacteristically neurotic look of fear. She was greeted by the image of an irritatingly sexy and well-dressed Haruk.
At first, she thought Haruk had magically grown several inches, but then as she looked down she noticed the shoes she was wearing. A pair of high heeled sandals were strapped to her feet. She was adorned by a cobalt blue dress that clung to her hips and ass and flowed freely as it cut off just above her ankles. It accented her flat tummy and the curves of her breasts as two straps tied together behind her neck to hold the whole thing up.
She had shiny earrings on and her hair had been expertly curled and styled. Her long glossy ponytail cascaded over her left shoulder. The blue of her highlights blended with the blue of her dress...and at that point Xerya realized she was staring. At Haruk of all people.
Haruk grinned and gently slid her ponytail over her shoulder in a practiced motion, "Damn I must look good, I'm even making girls stare.".
Xerya's cheeks became tinged with blue, "I-uhh- no I wasn't!".
Haruk rolled her eyes, "Yeah ok whatever.". Her eyes then crept downward to the blue capped mountains hanging off Xerya's chest, "So uhhh", she pointed at Xerya's tits, waving her finger in a little circle, "What's going on here?".
Xerya's blush intensified, she felt vulnerable. Not because of her tits hanging out, but because she didn't have a plan. Not having a plan was not how she lived her life. "Haruk I don't know what to do! You and Sean said no uniforms and I have nothing else but my awesome comfortable clothes.".
Haruk pushed past Xerya and invaded her room while shaking her head, "My goddess...".
For such a clever and punctual person, Xerya really did live like an animal. There was clutter and random bits of clothing all over the place. Haruk spun around in place marveling at the duality of Xerya's existence, "How do you live like this?".
Xerya swung her door shut and stepped to face Haruk. She ran her hands down her cheeks, "It's worse than usual. If you can't tell, I'm sort of freaking out. What the deep do I wear? I don't know how to look good!".
Haruk didn't want to ruin her makeup, but she managed a modest face palm anyways. She chuckled lightly, "You already look good you idiot. You just need to learn how to show it!".
Xerya flailed her arms in frustration, "With what though? Look in that closet? Would you honestly allow me to wear anything in there to dinner? We both know you're going the be the self-proclaimed fashion police here.".
Haruk smiled and pointed right at Xerya's face, "And don't you forget it.".
Haruk quickly spun around and began to pick through Xerya's closet. A mere few seconds later she spun around looking like she just saw a ghost, "You're fucked.".
Xerya mirrored Haruk's terror, "...what... do I do?".
Haruk looked at her omni pad, "Well we could try to run out real fast a-".
"We don't have time!" Xerya shouted.
Haruk stood silently with her chin resting on the thumb and index finger. One of her long legs pumped rhythmically as if generating thoughts. She looked up to Xerya with a somber expression, "There's only one thing we can do then.".
Xerya was desperate, she'd try anything at this point. Sean would be arriving in a few minutes, and she was out of ideas. Her voice was full of desperation, "Whatever it is, I'll do it!".
Haruk nodded, "Come to my room, it’s up to my closet to save you.".
Haruk strode out without another word. Her mind was focused solely on the task at hand; and it was quite a task. Trying to fit Xerya into her clothes sounded impossible, but tonight they needed to accomplish exactly that.
Haruk opened Xerya's door, then her own a few seconds later. Xerya stood there looking across the hall with her hands hanging at her sides. She whispered quietly and fearfully, "But... how will I fit?".
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Sean was powerwalking his way through the corridors of the building. The black eyes of the marines were glued to him even more than usual. His shirt did not button up all the way, so he had been flashing his chest to everyone he crossed paths with. His face was burning red from all the attention.
It had been a constant stream of cat calls the whole way there. Many of the faces he recognized simply from being on the base a lot, and then there were the faces that belonged to his students. It was easy enough to ignore the strangers and run away. It was much harder to ignore Shinal stepping out of her room and staring at his chest while licking her lips.
Sean watched her nipples harden as she cooed, "You're looking... sharp today Mr. Warwick.". Sean felt obligated to say something on account of being her teacher. He smiled weakly and gave a quick, "Hi Shinal, see ya tomorrow.". He didn't even stop moving to say it. He blew past her as she leaned out her door to shamelessly stare at his ass like many others were.
Shinal pivoted back into her doorway and whispered to herself, "See you tomorrow...". She smiled up at the ceiling and disappeared back into her room.
Sean was grateful that he could see Xerya's door coming into view down the hallway. He never thought drowning in pussy could be a bad thing, until now. He laughed internally at the thought of a giant blue vagina popping out of a door somewhere and swallowing him whole like some sort of "Penis Fly-trap". He felt safer already as he gently knocked on Xerya's door.
His budding sense of safety quickly faded away as no one answered the door. That was very unlike Xerya to not stick to the plan.
I hope everything is ok. What if she's sick, or in trouble with work? That would fuck up the whole night. She better not, but she's better than that. What if something happened to her? Oh fuck maybe she's hurt... or worse!?
God damnit why does my brain always go straight to this insane shit!?
Sean looked to his right and saw several marines mingling about farther down the hall and trying very hard not to look like they were staring. Sean wanted nothing more than to disappear into Xerya's room, and now for some unknown reason he couldn't.
Fuck it, plan B.
He turned around and banged on Haruk's door in a decidedly more panicked fashion. A few seconds of insane daydreaming later and the door opened, revealing an exceptional looking Haruk.
Sean looked up extra high to meet her eyes, "Woah...".
Haruk smiled brightly and blushed, "Hi, Sean you look so...".
She bit her lip as her eyes glued themselves to his chest, "...good".
The reality of Sean's situation then dawned on Haruk. She leaned past Sean and looked into the hall; her suspicions were confirmed by the presence of the unwanted competition out there. She wrapped an arm around Sean's waist and quickly pulled him inside, "You beautiful idiot, get in here!".
Sean paced forward a bit and turned to watch Haruk push her door shut. Haruk put her hands on her hips, "You should have called one of us! You went through all that alone?".
Sean looked at the floor, "Ehh yeah, to both of those things, sorry.".
Haruk bent down and hugged Sean, "No I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be mean. I just want you to be safe.".
Sean turned and kissed her cheek as he wrapped his arms around her, "Well here I am in one piece, also, holy shit you look gorgeous!".
He broke out of her hug and stepped back to fit all of Haruk in his vision. He looked at her from head to toe, "You look so good I almost just wanna skip dinner.".
Haruk swooned, "If any of us looks good, its you! I've never seen a shirt like that. It's very se- um it looks so good on you!".
Sean laughed as he remembered how he dressed, "This thing practically came out of a time machine. It used to belong to my dad back when he was my age. I kept it just for fun, oddly enough it kind of reminded me of the shirts Haali wears.".
Haruk winked, "Well, whatever it is, it’s working.".
Sean couldn't help but to run a hand along Haruk's tight thigh, "Yeah, so is this.".
He looked up at Haruk and they swapped not so innocent smiles. Sean then membered why be was here, "So where's Xerya?".
Haruk looked to the corner of her room where her closet resided. Their rooms may not have had bathrooms in them, but they generous closets. She gently and quite reluctantly guided Sean's hand off of her thigh, "Let me go check. We had a bit of a clothing situation.".
Sean shrugged and chuckled, "Umm, ok. I hope she's about ready.".
As Haruk approached the closet Sean heard Xerya's voice, "I almost ready I swearing! And hi Sean!".
Sean smiled and looked toward the closet, "Everything ok in there?".
Haruk looked into her closet, "Oh my goddess!".
As she rounded the corner, she was greeted with the sight of Xerya annihilating her stretchiest dress. It was the only thing she had a hope of fitting into, and fitting was a very relative term in this case. She was spilling out of the top and bottom of Haruk's poor white dress.
She was frantically stuffing her tits back into the extremely low neckline. Doing so caused it to ride up her legs and damn near cause her ass to fall out the bottom. Her tits took up so much room in the dress there really wasn't much room left for the rest of her.
Xerya looked at Haruk with a worried expression, "Hold on I just need another second.". She reached down and pulled the bottom to cover more of her ludicrously thick thighs.
Haruk's looked shocked, "You're exploding out of it! By the Empress! You look like you're going to an erotica convention!".
Xerya turned to her looking terrified, "So, it's not working? We don't have time for anything else! And I feel ridiculous!".
Haruk was exasperated, "I mean, it's working, but not for the right reasons.".
Sean overheard this exchange, and he couldn't help but have a look. He peeked around the corner and his jaw hit the floor. Xerya was rocking a beyond skintight white dress that honestly couldn't contain her assets. He got there just in time to see her adjust her bra straps which made the dress ride back up her thighs again.
Xerya saw Sean emerge and blushed like she did the first time they met. She shyly put her hands behind her back and put on a nervous smile, "Hi".
Sean smiled ear to ear while fucking her with his eyes, "Hello to you.".
Haruk rolled her eyes, "See, he basically wants to fuck you right here. Only problem is, now we gotta go have dinner with our boss's, boss's, boss.".
Both Sean and Xerya wilted a bit, but very quickly their eyes began to slither all over each other again. Xerya huffed, "How do you wear these things Haruk?".
Haruk crossed her arms, "Well not like you, that’s for sure.".
Sean squeezed by Haruk, he was compelled to feel Xerya's touch. He literally couldn't stay away, "Xerya you look incredible.".
She quickly responded to his approach by kneeling down and kissing him. Sean allowed his hands to roam all over her, "Just uhhh, try not to pop out at the dinner table. I feel like that would make things maybe just a bit awkward.".
Xerya looked mortified, then relaxed a little, "Yes, I really do not want sex dinner.".
Xerya stood back up and Sean guided her and Haruk towards the door, "Yeah sex is for dessert, not dinner.".
As he said that he made eye contact with Haruk and licked his lips with a devilish smile. Haruk turned blue and bit her lip in anticipation.
They got to the door and Sean put his hand on the handle, "Ok, are you two as nervous as I am?”.
Haruk enthusiastically said, “Oh yeah.”.
Xerya, looking quite nervous, quietly and rapidly nodded.
Sean turned the handle and swung the door open, “Alright, lets try to survive this thing.”.
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The exo hangar was a loud, well-lit place. Most of the time. Now it was dark except for the lights in bay one. The building was eerily quiet except for the occasional clang or whirring of hand tools. As always, the place stunk of grease, coolant, and sweat.
There was one other sound that broke the pattern of mechanical noises.
"BROTHER FUCKING DAUGHTER OF A CUNT!"
Khe'siri leaned against the wrench and shoved with all her freakish strength. The sweat poured off her brow as she grunted and strained. She adjusted her footing, tightened her grip on the wrench and pushed again. Alas the stubborn bolt refused to turn.
She stepped back and shook the numbness out of her hands, "Goddess damned piece a shit! What crawled up your ass?".
She sat down on a crate and took a long sip off her water bottle. She scowled at the bolt; she hated it. She wanted to defeat it... to destroy it.
I don't care if it takes me all night. That little fucker is coming out of there.
Anyone else who saw her like this would assume she was miserable. That wasn't the case though. It was dark, quiet except for her, and there was no one else around. No people, no bullshit, just her and her work. This was her happy place.
Happy of course was a relative term. Khe'siri didn't have the broadest spectrum of emotions out there. She was angry more often than she wasn't, she was infamous for her fiery temper and foul mouth. A quiet calm was about as close to happy as she could go. Despite her swearing and endless threats to the inanimate objects around her, she was almost enjoying herself.
She stood back up and wiped her hands on her coveralls. As usual the top half was tied around her waist leaving just a tight black tank top covering her chest. Sort of. She once again glared at the bolt on the exo's ankle actuator, "Ok smart ass, you just earned yourself a date with the breaker.".
She reached behind her toolbox and retrieved a five-foot-long purple metal bar. It had a modular slot on the end to fit virtually any kind of nut, bolt, or screw in the Imperium. She had made it herself and was immensely proud of it. She was the only one who ever used it. Not only were many others afraid to interact with her, but they could barely even lift it anyways. It even felt heavy to her, and she loved it dearly.
As she wrapped her meaty hands around it, she looked at it with true affection. Love never brought her anything but trouble in the past. Love with people anyways, but the breaker only ever brought her joy. It was basically her boyfriend.
She had a joyous glint in her eye as she approached the bolt once more, "Alright you little shit, looks like we're doing this the hard way.".
She found herself holding back a smile. Despite the joy she felt wielding the breaker, she really hated that bolt.
Without any preamble she slotted in the proper head and placed it over the bolt. She had the bar angled across her chest so she could channel all her might into it. Between that and the massive mechanical advantage provided by its length, no nut or bolt had ever resisted its power. She was confident this one would be broken like all the others.
"TIME TO GET FUCKED"
Her biceps swelled as she dumped all her power into the breaker. This was the part where the bolt was supposed to turn. Where she got to win. To have at least one little thing in her life turn out her way. But it did not.
She grunted, those grunts turned into growls. Her frustration and rage crescendoed into outright yells, "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!". Almost as if the universe wanted to kick her while she was down, she caught a glimpse of herself reflected on a deactivated data pad as she screamed that question.
She let go of the breaker and thew her arms into the air. She was still looking at her reflection, "What the fuck is wrong with you?".
This was supposed to be the one thing she was good at. Her current failure reminded her of her abysmal scores in that stupid English class she had to take. Not that she really gave a shit about it, but she needed to pass. After a prior incident involving a gratuitous lack of self-control and a dumbass fellow mechanic, Sergeant Revni had creatively punished Khe'siri by enrolling her in English classes on base.
Now she was stuck in that class with a bunch of hopeless cunts who think they'll be able to fuck their teacher. Not only did she not like her classmates, but that human language was stupid. It's hard to learn a language when you hate it and the class.
Then there was that teacher of theirs. He was always parading around the room acting like he was everyone's friend with his tight little pants and fat ass. Guys only ever brought her trouble. Now she had to sit there and listen to a preachy little human male teach her his primitive language.
And now this bolt.
Thinking about the mountain of failures that was her life caused her temper to flare once more. She stormed over to the data pad and threw a punch fueled by her searing anger. The screen instantly cracked into a spiderweb pattern, and the entire back side now domed outwards. Not feeling satisfied, she grabbed the tablet and launched it across the room where it exploded against the opposite wall.
"FUCK!"
She stood there panting and looking at the floor while the hurricane in her mind gradually wound down. She turned to head back to the breaker for one last final try when she noticed something.
Oh my fuck.
The entire casing for that ankle joint was bent. It would be impossible to pull the bolts now. Fixing a broken arm had just turned into brain surgery. Khe'siri gritted her teeth and sneered, "Oh just wait till I find the bitch that drives this thing..."

I've been producing for a long time, I do have some 1st generation Focusrite which covers all my recording and production needs.
Recently I got a laptop. It seems to be operating my DAW quite good with ASIOAll.
My question is, if I get out of town with my laptop without Focusrite for a bit, how bad is onboard audio card on modern laptops? Let's say my purpose would be to work with some synths but I'll definitely render a few effected samples or so. No mixing or mastering. No recording. Just composing.
How much would I lose in quality on those rendered things? Just wanna hear your thoughts.

How can I take my desktop off airplane mode? It’s greyed out and I cannot toggle the switch. I have googled it and tried a few different things but nothing is working. No idea how this happened. For background I am a widow and computers were my husbands forte. Now my kids use the computer mostly for gaming. Thank you!

My ex cheated on me in October of 2021 after a very toxic relationship. I had my fair share of wrongdoings too. She admitted it to me to escape the relationship I think, knowing I’d break up with her. This was at the cusp of her starting law school. We were on and off for 2 years with a lot of lying and drama, but also bonding, love, and memories. In the beginning she lied about her past to get a relationship, although I wasn’t oblivious to her past due to how we met. It was during quarantine and I still gave her a chance since I was genuinely happy with her. All that said after she admitted to it I lingered around for a few months before going no contact. Something didn’t feel right the entire time since then. Like I had to keep convincing myself to hate her and bookmark her sins. It drained my soul.
Up until last weekend I would constantly search her name online, look up her Instagram, block and unblock her, just to see if I’d find out anything about her. Which I didn’t. I’d spot her on a few dating apps and it didn’t sting to see but it helped me know she had moved on and was getting back out there. All the while stuck on the good memories she’d brought me. Finally on a stupid drunken dare my mates decided to call our exes drunk and we did. Mine didn’t answer luckily until I called back on the way home solo. She answered and I was nervous. She admitted she was shaking saying she never thought she’d hear from me again. We made idle chit chat and I brought up an old memory from covid. She started tearing up. She stayed entirely in her bounds in terms of conversation. I did most of the talking. She asked if I missed her and I said yes. She admitted the same. Although asking why did I call? I didn’t have a good answer. Anyway 20 minutes of solemn silences and polite recollection passed and I let her go since she was on vacation on the other side of the world (probably summer break).
My heart felt weightless. Like I let go of something I was fighting so long to keep. Something that wasn’t there but I pretended there was. I think it was undue hate. Yes she cheated on me and did alot of things wrong but so did I. We shared alot of time and nice memories together so in my heart of hearts I couldn’t hate her. Even tho the status quo is to rebuke your ex if they cheat. I’m not keeping tabs anymore. I don’t have the desire to look her up or see what she’s up to. I’ve been hung up on her for so long pretending like she’d always keep reaching out to me. I can proudly say she’s moved on. Now I can too. It was bittersweet but what really set it in stone sweet her parting words. “Don’t be a stranger.” Something you say to someone you’re neutral towards. You don’t mind if they stay or go. In fact I’d argue you say it to someone you’ll never see or hear from again. I needed the reality check. I’m glad I got it and I’m glad I said my peace. I still had residual emotions from our past and I relinquished them on that call. I can happily move on now and wouldn’t mind if we never spoke again. Just wanted to share as healing isn’t linear and sometimes you have to go backwards to get to the finish line.

Advice about relationship/family politics
Hi guys, I feel like this sub is best for some advice and insight I’m looking for. Anywho, I was born in Pakistan, 19 but in Australia for a while and a Aus citizen. I’ve been talking to someone who’s in Pakistan. I point out the background because it’s important due to it affecting family relations, culture, dating etc.
I’ve been talking to my grandfather’s sister’s daughter, aka my dads cousin. She isn’t meant to talk to me, since her family has a long history of not getting along with anyone in our extended families etc. Her mum doesn’t even talk to her own brother, and the girl’s mother has issues with my grandma too (my ammi abbu and chachus etc family live in Islamabad) Now, there isn’t something special really, it’s just that the chemistry is nice and we are like-minded. But the family issue is a big problem, my grandma has already said no to our relationship, and my parents has also said no. I didnt say were dating, just brought it up, but they immediately said something further is not happening. When growing up my dads family used to be poor and when they visited this girls city for Uni, her family didn’t even ask to accomodate or meet them or help them in anyway, esp since they were rich and could’ve helped. Now it’s the opposite situation, I’m wealthier so I feel it could be she’s been trying to talk for the visa / my fortunate circumstances maybe. But if my dad got treated like that, it would be very awkward if I married that girl whose family was like that.
I’m not sure if the chemistry/being so close/ like mindedness is worth the family politics and drama that will probably last the whole of our lives. Not to mention I would have to fight for her and it would be very messy. My grandparents raised me and me going against them + my own family would be huge. Yesterday however we got into a heated argument and she blocked me, her brother raged at me and basically she doesn’t want to contact. Me and brother had a fight too. I basically said some swear words to her, which we usually do to each other anyways in a joking manner, but she didn’t seem to like it last night. She said things like mind my language, don’t do this or that. In return I teased that I would tell her mum she’s talking to me, so better delete my pics.
Have I lost someone special and important, or is just that it’s early 20s early love phase? Because 90% of the time it was just flirting, no real discussion about anything. we started talking first time 3 years ago in HS and then stopped and then contacted again in Dec 2022. Like idk her hobbies or fav colour etc even. It does feel like a breakup, but I feel I can find someone more compatible here in Australia. Someone on same wavelength, someone who’s raised here and knows the western culture better. These guys in Pakistan are religious and conservative. Like educated, but still very emotional and hyper type people.
Just wanna know your guys thoughts.

- Apologies for my grammar, English is not my native language.
- And vague about company shizzle and longer than I anticipated, so grab a coffee, thee or other liquids.
- During this process I also informed my lawyer about the situation and just kept asking for all the damaging (for my future boss) emails.
- And also, without my SO I would have quit a long time ago, but with very expensive consequences.
Background:
First week of 2023 I started with my new job for bus driver, the company gave the chance for me to get my bus driver’s license and I would at least work for 3 years and after those 3 years I could go my own way if I wanted to.
I started with 5 others, we helped each other, had 3 - 4 exams, during that time I purchased a online program to get more practice test for the exams. Well, I went through those tests at all the first attempts (thank god, because I definitely underestimated it). I shared my account and it helped and eventually everyone got through the first phase (January) . During the first phase we had several instructors, and our main instructor “AH” (fake name XD) was…. Well to keep it civil, not nice and behaved like a king.
Then we got to the driving lessons Phase two (February)……. AH was thankfully not my driving instructor I got a colleague of him, and they were close “C”. At first nothing was wrong, first-time jitters, I was too careful at first but that was to be expected because a bus can cause a disaster when not handled properly.
Unfortunately, after my second lesson there was a dead in the family that hit harder than I expected, so I called for that lesson to be rescheduled, no problem and done. And I thought I was done for that day. Some crying and happy movies and being there for my SO, because it was his uncle.
Well just a few hours later I received an e-mail for a meeting, about my progress and future job. I wrote a email about the dead and that I didn’t know when the funeral was etc. I was able to go to the meeting.
Yeah, the meeting…. (With assistant manager (AM) and HR dude) Well first I was late apparently for 10 minutes, I read the wrong time so that sucked. Got a lecture about time, time time, Jada Jada (I think it was my 3rd time through my whole life I was late, my second time was cause of someone jumped in front of my train) I prefer to be awfully early. But anyways back to the meeting, I informed them again that I had a dead in the family and was still in mourning (they also received that email, and it was like the heard it for the first time). I asked them if that is the reason for this meeting, because it was only a few hours after I called my lesson off.
They said no it was of some complaints….. I said oke, what kind of complaints because nobody spoken to me about it. Well, you remember AH? He made a list(just him). I’m overweight and working on it everyone knows it and sees it.... everyone knows I can have 1 night I can eat a favorite dish without counting anything. I shared that I had a pizza (this was the day before an exam, so studying and I was home alone and not in the mood for cooking), because they know. …. It was a disgrace I had a pizza, your are not being “vital”blah bla blah” a whole speech I really think he looked something up to say “And that even they could eat an WHOLE pizza”….. we have pizza’s from 20 to I think 50 cm here, 20 cm is not big, it’s the size of a supermarket pizza maybe smaller.
- So the first complaint was I ate a pizza.
- Second complaint: I do not have respect for the instructors. Gob smacked……
- The third complaint struck hard on my integrity, because I want to help people, I’m doing it all my life. The complaint was, I made it for my fellow future colleagues a living hell. This was the moment I was MEGA gob smacked…. I literally didn’t know how to react.
After a couple of seconds, I just stared to ask questions( and ugly crying unfortunately not my best moment), who and why, because I was a month in and nobody told me, and AH had said in the mail that the others where to scarred to talk to me….? I’m not a bogeywoman, for some reason I always end up as the “caring mom” in the group. And some point I just blatantly asked if it was AH that made the complaints… and they couldn’t say that, but I knew enough.
After al that shit and me still crying 1 of them gave his opinion about me but tried to form it as a question. “You don’t give me the feeling of being happy with this job” . I just looked at him, I’m not driving the bus on this moment (my brain added, or you would probably be dead right now, thank god my anger could keep that on the inside). That was the end of that meeting.
I went crying home and a hour later I had my driving lesson again. I had told C that I had that meeting and she asked about it and I just went right back into ugly crying. She was shocked and angry, what the hell were they thinking…. From what it looked like she was ready to kick someone in the A. (unfortunately I found out later she was the one who told about something What AH saw a no respect to the instructors, the part about being to careful, I was saying yeah but.. those bikers or I don’t know what that car was going to do, etc.) This was common for everyone in the first days of driving lessons in a bus, so she felt guilty to me and angry to AH.
I couldn’t lose that feeling it kept bugging me and I had good contact with my fellow colleagues, so I tried the casually ask about it and that opened some doors. Everyone knew about it but didn’t know it was me…... well now they knew and were pissed, because I helped them. And found out that I wasn’t the only one who wanted nothing to do with “AH”. Even got info from groups who started a month earlier and made complaints about him.
The Revenge:
So I called the “education department” because I wanted it in writing that I don’t have the see his ass anymore. And OMG, apparently, they had heard about my “meeting” and they actually called all the other instructors I had for the first phase and they didn’t recognize me in those complaints… hallelujah! And mister AH had 8 to 9 complaints on his name from 8 to 9 different people (mostly women).
This was the moment I was going for mutual destruction, I already had a “bad name” because of AH so what the hell…! Only problem I had to keep in mind that I don’t do anything crazy that they could use for me getting fired, or otherwise I would have to pay everything back. So I needed to be careful.
So just keeping my cool started to talk to the other instructors and they also found out about all the complaints and also didn’t know it was me. Found out that ALL THE INSTRUCTORS (exept for C) hate AH, his way for instructing was years 60/70 style, he had the gall to say to 1 of his students to hit him with an iron pointer(a telescopic thing and point at something) if that student would do something again he didn’t like. But that was just 1 of the stories I heard. And started to encourage other people who had problems with AH to make a complaint as well at the education department.
The only thing I knew is that I wouldn’t get him for my driving exams and after more an more complaint kept coming in he was never scheduled for an exam again, nobody wanted him. Some of the higher ups wanted to contact me for the story, they were free and had my number. Never heard from them again.
First time of my driving exam I flunked, because before I had the exam AH had the nerv to come by and “wish me luck” (this was the moment that I started to think I definitely need therapy, but I was stubborn), so failed that day. Called to complain again to the education department Second time 2 week later I passed thank God and no AH before my exam. So, phase 2(first week March) was done.
Now was the moment for my transfer to my location of work, because of being short staffed it took longer, and at some point, I knew I needed help because I couldn’t digest the meeting that I had in February. So I wanted someone to talk to in this country we have laws, and you can ask for an inhouse doctor or a confidant. No question asked, because a inhouse doctor needs to evaluate if it is necessary. And they denied through email, BINGO. Later I got a email for signing my contract and talking about why I need to see a inhouse doctor, BINGO again, we have LAWS they cant ask for medical information.
My lawyer on this moment was happy with just this evidence. But I still wanted to work as a bus driver. So I went for my contract and they(not the same people from my first meeting, they just heard the “beautiful parts”) asked, how did it al go. And the stupid AH I am by not going to therapy, I broke down and threw everything on the table. The AH, not checking if he was right, all the other complaints, etc.
Even the part about my lawyer, that I wanted advice “how to handle the situation”. Now they were gob smacked and silent for a few minutes, while I was in full ugly cry. They asked questions, how and why, etc. Eventually I asked, Why do you think you know better then my lifestyle coach, personal trainer or dietician? Because HR dude knew about it, I was upfront about it and he still hired me. Silent again, this was the moment the manager asked if he could be excused. After this it went fast, they were gonna fix the contract signed it a week later.
After this, I called my therapist for an appointment and some EMDR. And now writing this I’m just thinking why the hell didn’t I go sooner, but that’s afterwards and can’t change that anymore.
When I wanted to sign the contract is heard from colleagues that AH was fired as an instructor and demoted to bus driver, because apparently he wasn’t fit to be a instructor. I was in full happy clapping happiness, I couldn’t reep the benefits anymore but the future bus drivers could, so that’s 1 was going in my head, ready for number 2, mister AM.
Started my mentoring(half of April), I drove on the work schedule of a bus driver, to learn the routes or how to work the system, etc. My mentor was awesome and bored, not in personality but he didn’t have to do much, sometimes I would ask “I need to turn left here if I’m correct?” so usually just a yes or a no would suffice. After a few days, my mentor said that my new AM wanted a meeting, probably that you can drive solo now. I needed 1 instruction day for some bus lines that I didn’t know, but could be handled in 1 day, because I was a quick study.
I went to the meeting (the beginning of May)and got fired, gob smacked again, only complements no complaints, because they found out that AH complaints were bogus. At first they said it was my behavior, so I asked “what behavior?” and then they switched to not being a match. But I think its damage control because I don’t have to pay for my driver’s license.
And I signed a contract that only in death I don’t have to pay for my driver’s license, and not death! Hahaha
But now a month later my mentor helped me to get a job interview for Thursday, a few towns over, so I think I’m going to be fine, it is in my old hometown plus point to that. And can’t wait to drive through the open country!
Thank you for reading!!

Say I run

ping 1.1.1.1 >/tmp/pingRecord & pingPID=$! 

In procfs (under /proc/$pingPID/fd) I can see that its stdout (fd 1) is redirected to /tmp/pingRecord
if I run

mv /tmp/pingRecord /tmp/pingRecord0 

the background ping process will start writing to /tmp/pingRecord0 and indeed /proc/$pingPID/fd/1 now points to /tmp/pingRecord0
Id trying to get figure out how to redirect the background processed stdout to a new file (while leaving the already written data in the current file). Anyone know how I can do this?
Thanks.
The ultimate goal is to do something similar to a "log rotation" on a long-running process (p1) that consistently writes data to a tmpfile. Another process (p2) will (sooner than later) read that data, after which it can be discarded. The idea is to break off chunks of, say, a few hundred lines from the file p1 is writing to into a new file that p2 can delete after it is done with the data it contains. This would prevent p1 from generating a huge tmpfile after running for days/weeks/months and the device running out of memory.
Note: this will run on embedded systems where things like split are not guaranteed to be available.
Also note: Im using a tmpfile to pass the data from p1 to p2 because doing it with a pipe like

printf '%s\n' ... while read -r; do echo "$REPLY"; done 

results in slow IPC due to the "read one byte at a time so we dont read past the newline" problem. BUT

printf '%s\n' ... >/tmp/file & { while read -r -u {fd_tmp} ; do echo "${REPLY}" done } {fd_tmp} doesnt have this problem, making it 2-3x faster, but has the problem that /tmp/file cab grow unreasonably large if it isnt "cleaned out" every now and then. Which is what im trying to figure out how to do here.
 

I have a background slideshow but the first image called bier-test.jpg doesn’t show. The fault is not the image cause if I change it with another one the background stays white. The other 3 images work fine. Anybody knows the error? This is the css:
.drankkaart-homepage{ text-align: center; padding: 20px; background-size: cover; background-repeat: no-repeat; height: 100vh; animation: animate 16s ease-in-out infinite; }
.drankkaart-homepage button{ display: block; margin: 0 auto; padding: 1rem 2rem; font-size: 1.2rem; color: #fff; background-color: #8B0000; border: none; border-radius: 0.5rem; }
.drankkaart-homepage button:hover{ background-color: #a52a2a; cursor: pointer; }
@keyframes animate { 0, 100%{ background-image: url('images/bier-test.jpg'); } 25%{ background-image: url('images/cocktail-test.jpg'); } 50%{ background-image: url('images/cola-test.jpg'); } 75%{ background-image: url('images/koffie-test.jpg'); } }

Throwaway because people know my real account on reddit. English isn't my first language.
Context: My best friend (29f) got married a few years ago. I (28f) was her maid of honor. I was pretty involved in the whole planning process, arrenged her bachelorettes party, prepared games for the reception, held a speech at the ceremony... you get the idea. Basically I was there for them every step of the way because I value them both as friends.
Relevant - I have my fair share of struggles with mental illness. Especially everything that involves many people, strangers, having to perform in front of people... social anxiety stuff. In addition to that, I am hypersensitive to clothing and also overweight, so getting proper clothes was a nightmare. I broke down crying many times as I was preparing to wear the clothes on the wedding day by "training" to wear them weeks and months before (it's difficult to explain but basically I get panic-attack like symptoms and crying fits and just want to rip the clothes off my body). So all in all a big wedding with many people and a formal dress code is just one of the worst things for me. (My friend knows about my mental illnesses and struggles). I did it anyways because she is my friend and I love her. Never did I think about not going.
Now to the situation: My boyfriend and I decided to get married. We want to make it a small thing, no church, no ceremony, just us signing the papers and a garden party with the most important people afterwards. No dress code, no long party night, no alcohol, just a small get-together.
I told my best friend this and she was trying to convince me to make it a bigger thing. "You only have this once!" "This is your day!" "So many people will be disappointed if they are not invited!" "Think about how important this is going to be for your parents!" I got the impression that she was taking offence that I asked her to not prepare a bachelorettes party or any games or anything for that matter. That she was welcome to help me with the food but that we didn't need any more than that. After some time talking she pointed out how much fun her wedding was and why I don't want this for myself, as she saw I was having fun and loved it. I answered that, as beautiful as their wedding was, it just wasn't for me and I did not like it, since the whole thing severely stressed me out, confronted my biggest fears and was overall just super difficult for me, so why would I want that as my wedding?
She was super pissed after that and left. She hasn't called or texted since. A mutual friend asked me why I agreed to even be her maid of honor if I knew I was gonna hate it. But I feel like that's besides the point? My friend knows about my problems, I knew I was going to struggle but I did it for her and would do it again because it was a great honor and that just what friends do?
Am I the asshole here??

TLDR at bottom of post
Without going into the entire background or giving away the name of the company, we (in the USA) have been working with a broker (based in the UK) that has been teaching us how to invest in stocks and everything was going fine until a mistake was made on their platform and 100 shares were bought instead of 10. We didn’t have enough money to pay off the purchase (several hundred thousand $) so they offered a margin loan (didn’t really know what it was at the time but accepted bc we were panicking). This was a week before the end of the month and they said we had to pay it before the end of the month or else the account would be locked for 180 days and an investigation would ensure, we’d get reported to the FTC/IRS, all that.
We started pulling money out of our 401k, our savings, everything and eventually started looking this company up bc things started feeling sketchy. There is barely any information on this company online, the only reviews there are are not good, certain websites are calling it “most likely a scam” and our broker’s name is nowhere to be found online. We have reason to believe their entire trading platform is a simulation, they are “based in the UK” but who knows where they actually are, and communication is only through a third-party app and email.
We’ve called various financial institutions for advice and none of them understand why the shares could not be sold back to pay off the loan bc that’s how they would solve the problem (Fidelity, for example).
They currently have $100k of our money that we cannot get out bc the account is locked and they will not unlock it unless the margin loan is paid off. But we don’t want to send anymore money bc we’re afraid they will take it all and we’ll actually go bankrupt.
We wanted to call it quits and put the situation behind us but they are continuing to use scare tactics about us not paying off the loan saying lawyers will get involved this and that. We told them to send us official documents of the loan obligations and whatever else they’re threatening us with. But even if they do, those documents could be fake.
Looking for advice on what to do. We’ve lost hope on getting our money back but want to make sure they can’t come after us legally.
TLDR; a UK based company offered a margin loan due to accidental buying of too many shares (without us signing any documentation but may have a recorded verbal agreement) and locked our account with all of our investments and money until we pay off the loan. We are afraid of them being scammers and don’t want to send anymore money but they are threatening to take legal action if we don’t pay off the loan and are offering no other alternative solution.

Hey all, I'm feeling down lately and struggling to understand my girl and her reactivity. I just want to vent a little in the hopes of feeling better. I adopted her with 11months and she is 3yo now - a malinois mix to my post-adoption surprise, we have been with trainers since I got her home. But I want to focus on the now.
Her main issue is strangers around and in our home. She goes crazy, to the point I muzzle her for the hallway and until the entrance. Once we gain enough distance she is 99% of the time okay, I moved about 6 months ago and with the 3 trainers she has meet was amazing... In an environment far away from home. We went to crowed places and she showed no reactivity towards people... But at home she is so different.
With dogs she also varies, she can get harsh on marking others but she went consistently to a doggie daycare with 10-20 dogs and another dog hotel with no issues, she has so much fun with dogs. And also off lead on a big field playing with me. The happiest videos I have of her ar in those instances. On the lead she is a hit and miss.
I struggle a lot because since her reactions scalated towards people around the home, less off lead time and interactions I gave her due to struggling to trust her. Thing is: she is always the happiest off lead, either playing with me or with other dogs. Since we moved 6 months ago and she doesn't have her daycare or group clases, she has been having less of that. We now live with another dog and they play sometimes. But I feel like I'm failing her due to the fear I have of her crossing the line of biting someone / another dog - it would break me if that happened... But the precaución I have causes us to have less free and happy moments. She can play with ALL kinds of dogs at the daycare, but with me it seems like 50/50 she snaps at them. She can meet someone away from home with no apparent issues, but if someone unknown comes near the building where we live she just wants to rip them apart.
It's a duality that I struggle to understand. I just want her to be happy and free, but it seems like the more time passes the more I have to restrict her freedom as a precaution. It makes me feel awful.

situationships are quite the thing right now, but after being in a few, i really hate the concept.
i personally feel like situationships are for people who are in it for the thrill and just dont want to commit. whether they have good intentions or not, it is not healthy. there is no responsibility involved and people will always end up getting hurt. i have been on both ends of a situationship, and it doesnt feel great either way. the guilt and hurt is insane.
to "commit" to someone and become so intimate with them, and then just lose it in a day is rlly sad.
i dont have a conclusion to this, i just feel like this generation is really in a bad place. it's extremely sad to see this generation seeking temporary intimacy and affection in sometimes not so good places. (im not saying the past generations didnt have this problem, it just seems more prominent right now).

TLDR at bottom of post
Without going into the entire background or giving away the name of the company, we (in the USA) have been working with a broker (based in the UK) that has been teaching us how to invest in stocks and everything was going fine until a mistake was made on their platform and 100 shares were bought instead of 10. We didn’t have enough money to pay off the purchase (several hundred thousand $) so they offered a margin loan (didn’t really know what it was at the time but accepted bc we were panicking). This was a week before the end of the month and they said we had to pay it before the end of the month or else the account would be locked for 180 days and an investigation would ensure, we’d get reported to the FTC/IRS, all that.
We started pulling money out of our 401k, our savings, everything and eventually started looking this company up bc things started feeling sketchy. There is barely any information on this company online, the only reviews there are are not good, certain websites are calling it “most likely a scam” and our broker’s name is nowhere to be found online. We have reason to believe their entire trading platform is a simulation, they are “based in the UK” but who knows where they actually are, and communication is only through a third-party app and email.
We’ve called various financial institutions for advice and none of them understand why the shares could not be sold back to pay off the loan bc that’s how they would solve the problem (Fidelity, for example).
They currently have $100k of our money that we cannot get out bc the account is locked and they will not unlock it unless the margin loan is paid off. But we don’t want to send anymore money bc we’re afraid they will take it all and we’ll actually go bankrupt.
We wanted to call it quits and put the situation behind us but they are continuing to use scare tactics about us not paying off the loan saying lawyers will get involved this and that. We told them to send us official documents of the loan obligations and whatever else they’re threatening us with. But even if they do, those documents could be fake.
Looking for advice on what to do. We’ve lost hope on getting our money back but want to make sure they can’t come after us legally.
TLDR; a UK based company offered a margin loan due to accidental buying of too many shares (without us signing any documentation but may have a recorded verbal agreement) and locked our account with all of our investments and money until we pay off the loan. We are afraid of them being scammers and don’t want to send anymore money but they are threatening to take legal action if we don’t pay off the loan and are offering no other alternative solution.

Hi - I (38M) would like to plan an adorably cute third date with someone (32F) I’m very interested in continuing to get to know. A bit background: It seems like we both have long dating histories, i.e. bring a lot of experience, but we’ve also both gotten out of long-term relationships of 7+ years within the past two years. She’s the first person I’ve met since my long-term that I actually seem to be developing real feelings for . . . I can’t even explain it other than it just feels like, to me anyway, two puzzle pieces that fit. And, it’s very abnormal for me because I typically don’t indulge these feelings, even when they rarely arise, but there’s something in my bones that are telling me to just go with it. Our first date was just drinks at two different bars then hanging on my front porch over six hours or so. I planned a sort of picnic in the park for our second date three days later where I did cute stuff like bring her fave beecandy, etc. This date turned into a sleepover and we were with each other for something like 18-20 hours. We’re seeing each other tomorrow, and I want to plan something 🤢 cute, particularly because she’s about to go out of town for over a week. There are some things I could do, e.g. I know this amazingly romantic hammock spot that no one knows about, but I’d prefer to keep it in my back pocket for later. Consequently, I’m having trouble figuring out what I should do. Anyone have any ideas? I know this sort of cool trail we could check out that has this cool little hidden make out spot that I’ve thought about, but I, again, I want to do 🤢 adorably cute shit (plus maybe creative since she used to be an artist), and, beyond that not cutting it for me in and of itself, I think I need something else planned either way. Also, I don’t want to do with food. Any suggestions? Thanks!

``` "Nostalgia" Driving through these old streets again, remembering when we all hung out late into the nights not wanting them to end, the times we drank at that one bar only to cry out how much we each loved each other, saying no matter how much time can pass we will always be friends.
And now all that time has come and went, strangers in the streets, sharing stories over a few beers, explaining why some of us left and others stayed here, painting pictures of other good times with other people and other friends, wishing perhaps just a tiny bit things had played out differently,
But also, realizing some of us prefer the new lives we have and this place serves as only a place to remember, never to come back again to live, only just to visit,
Almost whole lives spent in other places, so many new memories that the tears we feel don't really find their way to the forefront anymore, only the echoes of nostalgia bring forth the words of our memories.

``` "Nostalgia" Driving through these old streets again, remembering when we all hung out late into the nights not wanting them to end, the times we drank at that one bar only to cry out how much we each loved each other, saying no matter how much time can pass we will always be friends.
And now all that time has come and went, strangers in the streets, sharing stories over a few beers, explaining why some of us left and others stayed here, painting pictures of other good times with other people and other friends, wishing perhaps just a tiny bit things had played out differently,
But also, realizing some of us prefer the new lives we have and this place serves as only a place to remember, never to come back again to live, only just to visit,
Almost whole lives spent in other places, so many new memories that the tears we feel don't really find their way to the forefront anymore, only the echoes of nostalgia bring forth the words of our memories.

``` "Nostalgia" Driving through these old streets again, remembering when we all hung out late into the nights not wanting them to end, the times we drank at that one bar only to cry out how much we each loved each other, saying no matter how much time can pass we will always be friends.
And now all that time has come and went, strangers in the streets, sharing stories over a few beers, explaining why some of us left and others stayed here, painting pictures of other good times with other people and other friends, wishing perhaps just a tiny bit things had played out differently,
But also, realizing some of us prefer the new lives we have and this place serves as only a place to remember, never to come back again to live, only just to visit,
Almost whole lives spent in other places, so many new memories that the tears we feel don't really find their way to the forefront anymore, only the echoes of nostalgia bring forth the words of our memories.

—> Please do not even contact me if you are a day under 18. <—
It's not creepy. I'm just appreciating a work of art.
Maybe you've had a man notice you and you wish he didn't turn his head away?
Or maybe you don't get noticed like you deserve to be?
Maybe you've wanted to tease a man and watch the hardness grow in his pants?
Maybe you like to wear skirts sans panties, and would stand over me?
Maybe you've wanted to cheat, sort of, without really, actually?
Maybe you've wanted to feel sexy, without sex?
(While we both have masks on. Double masks, even, because covid. Even if you're married.)
I want to find just one woman to, while in her chosen state of undress, would like a respectful and respectable gentleman to just be there close and observe... and moan and ogle and take in the beautify before him, while keeping his hands to himself.
Don't get me wrong, I really do like sex. And I'm not a prude. I just really like the feminine form, these are not times to be exchanging bodily fluids, and truth be told I wouldn't want to actually get physical with anyone I don't feel an emotional connection to first. (Yes there are men like that.)
Now, I realize a woman would be cautious about being so vulnerable with a stranger so I expect a lot of our initial conversations would be about placating your justifiable concerns. I'm all about that. A gentleman bears the burden of making a lady feel comfortable enough to proceed.
That said, based on experience with a similar post I tried from a now-deleted account of mine that brought no success, what I won't do is play games, converse with someone who won't tell me where she's located, engage in virtual play of any kind, or just answer questions while not being allowed to ask a few of my own. I'm sorry but I will block one-liners and incoherence.
About me: Not a creep! Really, women approach me in public to ask for directions and children approach me to help find their parents. I'm told I look "smart" and "presentable." I attractive enough to be noticed more when I don't have my ring on. Brown hair. White.
About you: No age limit either way. I guess I'm open to anything for this but in general I have been attracted to relatively more innocent appearances on the scale of things. As for race, I have mostly been attracted to Asian, Black, Latina, and white (in alphabetical order. And I suppose just because I haven't even been around a lot of Middle Eastern women?) Be at least somewhat attractive. If you're exceptionally attractive and you're used to men noticing you, or if you're not so sure and want the compliment of having me in a state of agonizing desire, this might be perfect for you. Especially if you're much younger or older and just want the appreciation with no contact.
Important: Obviously I don't mean just "check you out" while behind in line at the grocery or watching you jog by while you are wearing tight clothes, because I wouldn't need to post an ad for that. This would need to be in a private or semi-private space or some place that is so vast that we're so far from everyone that they won't wonder what I'm doing examining you so closely . Consider wearing nothing, yoga clothes, a swimsuit, underwear, etc. Just as obviously, I am not looking for an "online thing" or even talk about this with someone who isn't in the SF Bay Area or Northern California.

Hello everyone! My name is Richie Jewell and I am 30 years old and I have autism since being diagnosed at 2 and a half years old. I want to share my love for professional wrestling. By doing so, I'm going to share this story to all of you to be inspired. Hope you will enjoy it.
Just like everyone else in the world. I went through some stuff that has been very difficult, challenging and emotional for me to endure life difficulties while living with autism. I have endured teasing, depression, complications from the disability such as lack of social skills, bad speech and improper eye contact, suffer from seizures time to time. It's very difficult to live through these quirks. However, despite all of that, the one thing that has keep thriving life was watching and following wrestling. I love professional wrestling. .
For every story, there has to be a beginning. For every superhero, there was a origin. Before Batman, there was Bruce Wayne. Before Spider-Man, there was Peter Parker. Before Hulk Hogan, there was Terry Bollea. You get the point. Before, I became a BJJ practitioner and a huge wrestling fiend, I was just a kid with no social life, looking for a hobby. So where do I begin with loving pro wrestling?
At a young age, I was a little kid who had no friends and no social life, went to school, and played Nintendo 64 after hours like a typical 1990s boy. I used to be obsessed with playing Super Mario 64, Mario Kart, Banjo-Kazooie, Super Smash Bros and most of all WWF No Mercy, which is still regarded as the greatest pro wrestling game for the 64 ever. I used to play these games on routine, putting in hours and hours of playtime and hard effort. One day, my older brother caught me playing No Mercy and said pro wrestling is on, wanna watch it? Confused as I was, I thought he was yanking my chain because the 7-8 year old me thought it would be fictional but at the same time, sparked my curiosity. What would happen next?
I saw pro wrestling live on tv witnessing wrestlers like Stone Cold Steve Austin, The Rock and The Undertaker in real life, not a video game. I was completely shocked! I saw blood, women being beaten up, occasional swearing and my mother being absolutely horrified what me and my brother were watching, made us change the channel. Being upset at her and tried to cut a promo just like Dwayne Johnson did on tv. Let me just say, it landed me on timeout for a good while. I was so determined to watch pro wrestling live again and needed to find a way, to get back on it again.
One day, I saw a disc of all the WrestleManias from 1985 to 2000 in highlights. Everybody was doing something outdoors and of course, I was the only one indoors, I had the opportunity to watch pro wrestling after a while of no watching it. 8 year old me saw the likes of Andre the Giant, Roddy Piper, Hulk Hogan, Macho Man Randy Savage, The Ultimate Warrior, Bam Bam Bigelow, Shawn Michaels and of course, my favorite pro wrestler to study- Bret ‘Hitman’ Hart. The match that cemented my love pro wrestling was from WrestleMania 13 in 1997: Stone Cold Steve Austin vs Bret Hart in a Submission match with UFC legend Ken Shamrock as the ref. It was in highlights but I was in complete awe by the imagery, the performances by both men, and the shot of Austin bleeding from his forehead, screaming in pain, refusing to submit has been imprinted in my head and made me go: HOLY SHIT!
In my estimation, this is a perfect wrestling match. I think fans often times lose sight about what workrate actually is and forget that, at its core, pro wrestling is theatrical storytelling in a sport. This match is the culmination of a heated issue between the grizzled vet Bret Hart who feels disrespected and disgusted at the direction the World Wrestling Federation has taken, and Steve Austin, the brash, foul mouthed rising star who'll fight anyone and embodies the new attitude in professional wrestling. The story of this match is beautiful violence that's at once messy and perfectly executed. Everyone knows the finish, but how we get there is masterclass storytelling from two of the best to ever do it. It has the most important double turn in pro wrestling history. 5 stars. 10 out of 10. Which ever metric you choose, this match stands as one of the finest in the history of the medium. This is what pro wrestling is all about and is still stands today- my favorite wrestling match of all time.
Although wrestling had it's up and downs over the years, It was helping me to cope through all the hardship I have endured. From WWE, ROH, IMPACT Wrestling (formerly known as TNA Wrestling), Lucha Underground, PWG, All Japan Pro Wrestling , Stardom, New Japan Pro Wrestling and GCW. I am very thankful for the sport that has helped to cope through and gave me wonderful moments to witness from my own eyes. I go to wrestling events, meet and greets or fanfests to live in the moment, its totally amazing. If it wasn't for the sport, I wouldn't know where I would be today. Being a pro-wrestling fan today isn’t only about watching television and premium live events, though. It’s also about community. I’ve built friendships with fellow fans people whose views I’ve come to respect and rely upon. I exchange messages with them about our thoughts, feelings, and hopes, pro-wrestling always at the center of our discussions. It’s thanks to them that I don’t feel isolated in darkness. I’m grateful that I’m here and still standing, writing this blog after everything has been thrown at me. Its therapy, its art and it’s goddamn amazing.
Now i’m at 30 years, I understand a lot more now, I appreciated the athletes for putting their time in to help us, get amazed by their passion, commitment and sacrificing their bodies for entertainment. I love learning about promotions, facts, stories, learning about pro wrestlers because its fun to learn. I have met over 67 pro wrestlers and still counting including my favorite Bret the Hitman Hart, spread my story to them and help understand autism awareness. I still find it amazing to witness pro wrestlers in person and I go, holy shit they are actually human, to praise talent or say hello to them. They are humans just like you and me. Behind every persona in the ring, there’s a person going through a mental obstacle right now that they are fighting.
My love for pro wrestling has lead me to some beautiful accomplishments. One of them is doing Brazilian Jujitsu training where i’m currently a blue belt so Im learning all kinds of submissions, grappling, even more pro wrestling history and background of certain wrestlers. It’s been my escape from troubles like depression, anxiety, seizures, and plenty of horrible shit I’ve seen in my life for many years. It holds a special place in my heart. It’s a love story to me. Its a romantic relationship to me. It has its agreements, disagreements, fights, tragedies, highlights, the good and the bad but at the end, its still with me at my side since the age of 5 when I started playing pro wrestling games. It’s the longest, complicated but beautiful relationship I have been in. That’s why I call pro wrestling a wonderful masterpiece of art and a beautiful love story.
If I could snap my fingers and be non-autistic, I would not because then, it wouldn't be me. Autism is part of who I am and what made me so unique. This who I am and whom I always will be. I am Richie Jewell.

I’m looking to get some help regarding a defensive employee. I am writing her performance review and I don’t know how to word it!
Some background: This employee tends to over explain herself when she perceives a question as an accusation (which is often).
If I ask her if she got a chance to do some thing her response is always, “no I was really busy. I had X,y,z and this came up. And that came up. Etc etc.” She defensively over explains her self which comes across as combative and quite frankly off putting. I’m incredibly patient and accommodating so there’s really no reason to feel like she has to do that. She also does it to EVERYONE. And we all know no one likes to hear “I’m so busy” at work when we’re ALL busy!
Anyone have any advice on how to word this in a review? Ty!!