Heaven waits for me tyler perry

What should I do? 31M and 28 F just met.
So this is going to be a very complicated post that I’ll try to keep to the point.
Im a 31 yr old male who had been in a 6 year relationship up until a few days ago. The past 6 months I would basically consider the relationship to be over and we both knew it, we were just holding out in hopes of it improving. But it didn’t, it got worse and we literally never spent any time together despite the fact we live next door to each other. It was my first serious relationship, and I learned a tremendous amount from it.
Last Sunday night I did something I never thought I would do. I was at a bar with my friends, and I started taking to a female and we instantly hit it off. I mean we clicked like we knew each other for years. I was drunk, and she was sober. She was from out of town. I told her straight up I had a girlfriend , but we barhopped the entire night and I ended up back at her place she had rented. She asked me to kiss her and I did reluctantly at first because I knew it was wrong. It was one of the most intimate moments in my life with a female. We didn’t go all the way but we were very close. We spent the night kissing, taking about big things that you wouldn’t expect to talk about with someone you just met. We listed to music and literally stayed up to the morning light. She took me back to my car the next morning and she grabbed my hand. When I got out of the car she asked for a kiss.
Fast forward to the next evening I text her and told her I was feeling guilty and she said the same and that she acted completely out of character. She said she wish I didn’t have a girl friend, that I lived closer, and that we had met under different circumstances because she said she never connected with someone so easily, but she understood that wasn’t the case. She said she didn’t regret anything and that I was cute, sweet, etc. She said isn’t into long distance relationships but she won’t deny that we had a connection, and I told her I agree. I told her not to feel guilty because my relationship was over 6 months ago I just didn’t have the courage to break it off when I should have do to the fear of being lonely and hurting someone I cared about. She said she feels like she clouded my judgment and that she did this completely sober knowingly I had a girlfriend. I told her not to feel guilty because she wouldn’t be the cause of the breakup , it had been over and this just proved to me what I already knew but was afraid to admit and carry out. I also told her that I hope that this didn’t become a one night thing. She also told me that was her first time ever randomly
We text into the next day and she said she said that she would give me the space to figure things out, that I should do whatever is best for me, and she didn’t want to add any pressure to this because she was already anxious about it. She told me to pull her out of the picture for now, that if we’re meant to be then we both need space for a few weeks. She said I should take the time the time to figure things out and heal over the next couple of weeks and that I didn’t need to respond to her last message. She said if there was a shot for us in the future this was best. She also told she couldn’t get me off her mind that day.
I’m in the process of moving out of my old place since my former relationship is over. I did not break up with my girlfriend for this girl , let me be clear on that. I broke up because clearly the relationship was over and I don’t morally agree with cheating.
My question is, should I wait to contact this new girl for more than 2 weeks? I’m thinking if I contact her at 2 weeks it may seem like I’m trying to jump into a relationship to soothe loneliness. Should I wait longer ? Or should I let her contact me first ? To be honest, I’m already healed because I’ve basically been single for the past 6 months since and my former girlfriend basically acted that way, we spent 0 time together so the breakup for me was very easy.

I’m in a major East Coast city. I’m represented by 8 or so different galleries around the country. There’s a gallery in a smaller city about 300 miles away that has been consistently selling my work for several years that suddenly started not responding in a timely manner to communication from me and not sending any payments for sales. To say art sales can be unpredictable is an understatement, so I just chalked it up to there being a lull in their market, but gradually got more and more suspicious that things weren’t right. I had heard that other artists were also having trouble getting paid for confirmed sales. That, coupled with the gallery’s claim that a sale I was sure had happened months ago had “fallen through” led me to decide to pay them a surprise visit.
I rented a truck and drove the 300 miles and showed up unannounced at their gallery one afternoon. By the time I arrived, I had learned from a third party that the sale that had “fallen through “ had, in fact happened months ago. They had just decided not to pay me. (It’s pretty standard that galleries take a 50% commission.) As soon as I walked in the door, I told them I knew they had been lying to me and withholding my money and that I was removing all my inventory.
I knew that they should have had 20-30 of my paintings in inventory, but they only had 6. The owner told me that the rest of my work was being stored in another location, but I knew him well enough to easily see that he was lying, yet again. I felt there was no point in being lied to and treated like a fool to my face, so I quickly retrieved the six paining that were there and left, telling him he would be hearing from my lawyer.
Once I got back to my computer, my records indicated that there were actually 22 paintings missing, with a retail value of $160,000. I have been in touch with two lawyers who are looking at the details of the incident and deciding what my options are.
I’m 90% sure that there is no other storage facility- they have plenty of storage at the gallery.
I’m hoping to launch a lawsuit as quickly as possible and hopefully either have my paintings returned or be paid for anything they can’t produce. I assume that any communication I have with the gallery should now be through a lawyer. Does anyone have any experience with this type of suit and do you have any advice on what information I will need to back up my claim? Should I be calling the police, or do I need to wait until I have actual evidence of theft?
Most galleries I’ve dealt with seem to be run by trustworthy people, but over the years, I’ve heard stories of art galleries absconding with work and just disappearing. It seems like getting ripped off is an inevitable part of being an artist. This isn’t going to devastate me, but I’m pretty angry about it, and would really like to have either my work or the money owed me. I want to try to avoid any missteps that might compromise my lawsuit, so any advice you have would be much appreciated.

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I am going to put on some femboy clothes and wait for my sister to come home. She has seen photos online of me but her seeing me in person makes me nervous.

I’m a huge MCAU fan and have watched the last several seasons almost religiously, but one thing that has always stuck out to me in the all-in cooks, is I notice at the end of a cook when everyone is waiting to have their dish tasted, everyone except the cook with the dish being tasted, has a clear bench with no dish on it. Given how long it would take to also reset the judges plates (it’s new cutlery and crockery every time), do they/how do they take into account the cook on some proteins and stuff, given some chefs must waste 15-30 minutes waiting for their dish to be presented and tasted.
I always feel it must be a disadvantage to have your meal tasted last, given how some proteins continue to cook, some sauces may start to congeal, Eating a ravioli that is 20 minutes old, how can they tell how good the pasta is? Etc.

Y’all. The people who have made it through weren’t lying when they told us it gets better. It really does.
Yes, I still have a craving or two randomly, but it’s really more of a passing thought. Kinda like “Oh, sure that’d be alright” and then I think “Wait, no. That’s weird because I’m not a smoker anymore” and it passes.
The ONLY thing I miss is the “alone time” I gave myself. The zone-out-go-into-my-own-little-world time that I had when I was out smoking in the rain or the freezing cold like a dumbass. But y’know what? I can still do that and I do.
I go out to my back porch and sit in my same spot and let the sun shine on me and scroll aimlessly through my phone and it gives me a different dopamine rush, but it still works because it’s not a drug faking me out.
Day 15 and my skin is so much better. The constipation is better (that’s a real one I didn’t know would show up during the quit 😂). I can SMELL EVERYTHING. Food tastes so much better. I smell so much better. Sleep is getting there. Teeth are whiter. I can fucking breathe. I can walk without getting winded. I enjoy working out. Most of all, I’m really proud of myself for sticking with it.
I know it seems really daunting and like it’s going to be the most horrible thing you’ll ever go through And y’know what? Some days are like that. But you get through them and you feel a sense of pride for telling your nicotine addiction to hit the fucking curb.
You’re stronger than you think and I believe in you! Hang in there!!

I was going to be late. I was on the verge of panic, uncertain of where I’d come from or why I was late, but I was going to be late.
Today was supposed to be different. I was sure of it. The start of something new. My only opportunity to move out of my little dead-end corner of Appalachia rested on me arriving for the night shift on time.
I sped over the rolling road in a panic. Dense old growth rushed past in a blur periodically broken by small plots of pasture, apple orchards and fields that a few months earlier were brimming with corn. Shadows danced out there in the dim moonlight and the closer I got to the airfield the more separated from the small outlying town I felt.
My steering wheel was cold and it vibrated wildly in rhythm with my heart. I tapped it impatiently.
The rusted hulk nearly left the road each time I crested a hillock. My suspension groaned under the salt spurred corrosion and strain.
I can get a new car if this all works out.
I nearly missed my turn. Fishtailing, I plodded off the main road onto an aptly named “Airport Drive”.
I came to a halt at the designated stall and turned the car off.
A minute to spare.
I looked out into the darkness beyond the parking area and a tingle ran down my spine. The shadows that were once dancing as I passed were still now and the air oppressive. My hands were tingled with cold yet brimmed with sweat. Before opening the door, I took a few deep breaths, flattened my hair, and made sure my uniform was sharp. Looking into my image in the rearview mirror I cleared my throat.
“Alright buddy. You’ve been drifting from service job to service job in this dying county for half a decade. Somethings got to change. *You’ve* got to change. You’ve got a daughter now, you can’t be out there chasing bar weasels and getting drunk every other night. It’s time to up your game. You aren’t the little boy who had to stand in the corner with his nose to the wall every time you messed up anymore. Now your choices matter for her life too. The pay and experience here are going to help springboard you off into something bigger and brighter. You can do this.”
My car door shrieked open causing the chirping and croaks in the forest around the airfield to briefly fall silent. The crunch of gravel followed me across the unpaved, unmarked parking spaces poorly illuminated by one lonely floodlight. I made my way to the entrance of the terminal and pulled open the door to the chime of an old brass bell.
“Oh, hey buddy.” He glanced at the clock. “You’re early.” Stepping into the room I saw Gus casually looking up from his crossword, bifocals resting on his fat, bright red nose.
“Yessir. I figured maybe if things weren’t too busy we could get started early. I’ve heard night shift can be a lot to take in.”
His brows furrowed and his mouth hung half open.
“Well….alright, I guess. But we’ll be easing you in. Just the basics for the first week.” He held up a finger, “Will and I are gonna rotate each night, until we know you’ve got the hang of it, then we’ll start giving you more responsibilities – if you’re up to it.”
We spent several hours on the night shift responsibilities for the airfield. Many of the duties weren’t too complicated. When we went to the control room at the base of the single tower overlooking the tarmac we flipped several very clearly marked switches turning the runway lights on and off. Then we walked over the several generators tucked away behind baggage claim to check their fuel and oil levels.
“Checking these emergency generators things each night seems a bit overkill, no?” I asked.
Gus smiled. “These aren’t for emergencies. This is our power. Yea, this past winter much to our surprise we found that some of the power poles came down. Some heavy rainfall right before the first snow turned the ground to soup and the just sort of…fell over.”
“They really shouldn’t do that.”
Gus shrugged. “Yea well, corners get cut all over the place. Damn things still aren’t back up, so here we are.”
As we walked back over to the portables for baggage claim and arrivals/departures. Another tingle ran down my spine. Instinctively I looked around and caught sight of something out in the dark. It was the feeling of being watched. I tried to focus my eyes on the darkness. I saw some gently pulsating shadows near the trees but nothing more.
The chirping and croaks were nowhere to be heard and I shivered.
“Come on kid, I ain’t got all night.”
I came to and trotted over to where Gus had stopped. “Sorry, I thought I saw…something.”
We continued onward, restocking the restrooms, went over baggage tagging and safe lifting procedures and the other mundane parts of preparing for the night’s departures and arrivals.
Finally, we wrapped up my first training session with perimeter checks.
Gus’ labored breathing alternated with his footfalls on the blacktop as we walked down the small runway.
“Every 3 hours you are going to be making this walk.” He gestured around. “You start over at the ATC tower and head out to the tree line, then follow that parallel to the tarmac until you pass the last of the landing lights and keep going until you hit the transmission shack. Don’t get distracted and go off following the transmission lines. Had a guy do that a year or two ago and it took us a week only to find his ass mumbling by the side of the road talking about the linemen – boy wasn’t right after that.”
He paused thoughtfully for a moment.
“Anywho, after the transmission shack you hook right following the shore of the river until you hit Eddie’s orchard then head back. You’ll pass his cornfield and follow that until you see the two terminal portables, then you check the parking lot and come back to the office to enter it all in the logbook. Just need to make sure there ain’t nothing out there that shouldn’t be.”
We continued walking in silence for a few minutes. “So what do I do if I find something? Are we looking for the Wilson boys or something? I thought they stopped causing trouble after you…”
“Well, you need to enter it in the logbook for one.”
“Bears? What do I do if it’s bears?”
He stopped. “Bears? What the hell are you rambling about? We don’t get bears this time of year. Oh, and be sure to bring your bear spray.”
“Even though there aren’t bears?”
“It’s under the counter next to the logbook.” He paused again. “If you see any wildlife, just take the truck out there and honk at it to get it away from the runway. Be sure to use your high beams, too. Very important. You see any people you get back to the office and call the Sheriff – don’t need to be a hero. You hear anything weird out there in the dark you leave it be, if it’s off property it’s not our problem.”
“Any questions?” he asked as we got back to the office.
A few.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great, Will’s in the control tower if anything comes up. No flights scheduled for tonight so it should be awfully quiet. Here’s the keys to the castle. Adios.”
He placed a massive key ring into my hand that had more keys than there were doors on the property and took off.
I sat down behind the counter, looked at the broken clock and sighed.
I was able to knock out the task list before midnight and had 6 more hours to kill before the end of my shift. There was no cell service, because of course not. I tried reading an old Town and Country magazine I found stashed under the desk and found most of the pages had been covered in circles and doodles by someone who must have been just as bored as I was on some unknown shift prior.
I decided to sweep up and clean the counters to keep myself busy and after I was done it was only 12:15.
I groaned.
The silence was oppressive. Outside the window was an empty, dark expanse with a slowly strobing series of red lights marking the flight line. I felt safer indoors but even then as I stared into the dark something felt off. If I turned my gaze from the windows I could see something out of the corner of my eyes. Branches swaying in the breeze.
There was no wind here.
12:34.
I pulled the logbook out from its shelf and placed it on the counter entering my start time, grabbed my flashlight and headed out into the frigid night.
The occasional whistling of the wind punctuated my footfalls. I passed red light posts every few yards on a never-ending runway. I kept walking for what felt like half an hour, losing count of the lights I’d passed. I turned back out of curiosity and still saw the slowly receding light of the air traffic control tower confirming that yes, all was well. After the runway ended I continued into the dark until coming to the boarded up transmission shack and the power lines that ran off into the forest.
I came the edge of the marsh and began following it. Minutes passed. I turned to get my bearings on the tower and found it’s lonely beacon, but I also noticed a void in the dark – not a blackness per-se, black is a color. No, it was a complete lack of color, a hole in existence out past the power lines. It was getting larger.
I picked up my pace.
I got to the orchard and looked back finding that the lights were out. All of them were out. And that thing in the forest was growing near.
I stood there and watched it for several minutes waiting for it to move. It didn’t.
I turned back now walking as fast as I could. After a dozen yards I stopped and turned around.
It was closer, I was sure of it. Much closer.
I turned and began to jog forgetting everything Gus had told me. It was gaining on me.
Now I was in a full-blown run down the flight line, glancing back every few moments, still unable to see it but sure it was there. The thing that had been watching me since I got here. The thing that drove a cold shock down my spine. This was it.
My legs pumped like pistons and the sting of cold air shot through my chest with each strained, gasping breath.
I passed the recently harvested cornfield, in which stood two perfectly still Deer judging me for my frantic escape.
It was gaining on me.
Finally I came to the portables. I slammed into the nearest door but it stood firm. I slammed my shoulder into it three more times and it didn’t budge. I remembered my key chain.
I pulled it out and started flipping through the keys. *too many keys*.
First key. No.
Second key. No.
Third key. No.
The fourth key worked, the tumbler clicked and I was in. Slamming the door back in place, I frantically locked it.
My hands were shaking and even though I was panting, I went to the window. The void cast long shadows across the field as it stood transfixed not on me, but on the deer.
“Shhhh” a man’s voice whispered from behind me.
“Oh SWEET JESUS FU-“ I screamed as a hand clamped down on my mouth.
“SHHH.” Sharper this time, commanding. “It’s me.” Will whispered, releasing his hand from my mouth.
“What..” I replied quietly as I turned to see him using his phone to maneuver the drone. “What’s going on? You scared the shit out of me. Nice to meet you by the way I’m..”
He smiled, “You gotta be more careful buddy, Didn’t Gus tell you not to go out into the woods?” Now that I could hear him clearly, his odd vowel pronunciation took me off guard. He’d fit right in, in Venice beach. Surfers. He sounded exactly like how I imagined California Surfers sounded. Very out of place for this part of the country. I shook the thought from my mind.
“I didn’t, I..”
He shushed me and pointed to the deer.
“Just…watch.”
I’d never seen deer stay still so long.
I strained my eyes to see. The shadows, tilled earth and wilted corn husks broke up the terrain making it hard to see what was hidden in plain sight. I’d see movement then have to dismiss it as wind kicking up gentle curtains of soil or the shifting of a shadow from the small movements in the night.
Slowly a thin sharp shadow moved, followed by another, then another. They moved in concert from that enormous void that had followed me.
The deer stood transfixed before it all happened at once.
A mixture of humanlike screams erupted as each of their bodies were slammed into the ground. Viscera painted the wind. In another moment the light went out and I heard Will sigh.
The wind whistled and died, but we could still hear it out there breathing heavily as it gorged itself. From where I stood I could only see a throbbing silhouette breaking the horizon as it went to work. A crisp snap rang out as it pulled limb by limb from the carcass. The throbbing of the shape slowed as a new sound arose. A contented hum made its presence felt through the rattling of the windows and doors and threatened to overwhelm my own beating heart.
The sound rose as the shape slowly moved closer.
“What do we..”
Will shushed me.
I jumped and stifled a scream as a wet, boneless appendage slammed against the window curiously. The doorknob rattled though this time not from the creatures’ purr but from it’s clumsy efforts to open the door and join us inside.
The ceiling creaked above us under a massive weight.
It groaned as if remembering something and suddenly began moving away back towards the trees. There were no footfalls, just the gently receding sound of a blissful purr.
When it finally entered the world beyond its movements melted into those of the swaying branches becoming indiscernible. The more I tried to focus on it the harder it was to recall its form or the impossibility I’d just witnessed.
Will smiled and patted me on the shoulder sadly, “Welcome to Murkintok.”

Loved it for 2 weeks and then the dreaded rod knock…… I got a warranty, just waiting to hear back on what’s next.
Hopefully they pay for the new engine. And I can put my worries behind me.
Anyone else had this happen under warranty?

well, we're back again. now with more characters! Enjoy.
Thanks, u/SpacePaladin15 for the universe And u/VeryUnluckyDice for implanting a tumor into my brain, go read his story 'Playing by ear' if you haven't already!
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Memory transcription subject: Anaw, Venlil citizen Date [standardized human time]: October 23, 2136
It was one of those brief moments when I was on my own. Just after I separated from my working herd but before I joined my familial herd. I bought some nice fruit salad from a place down the street. As I made my way to my way to the plaza I saw that musical duet was performing there. The duo was made up of a venlil and a Krakotl. And they were performing a popular pop song by some band, ‘I love you like the Herd’ by ‘The Sneeples’ I think? To be honest I wasn't too familiar with the current trends in music, I've always listened to what my mother listened to. Never gave it much thought really. I noticed how many people had stopped to listen to them play.
I want people to see me like that! It would be so cool! To be a star, to guide the herd instead of just following it? Wouldn’t that be spectacular? Or even impress Vemly…
I figure I should find a seat, realizing there isn’t any room in the plaza itself. I have to search Elsewhere.
I look round the corner to see… a human! I have never seen one in person before but here? the closest shelter is a city over. And they seem to be alone. Which seems unusual. They don't seem to notice me so that's good. My curiosity getting the better of me, I made my way to a seat where I could watch the predator without being noticed.
The human was holding their head in their hands, their gaze presumably cast down toward the concrete tiles of the plaza though I had no way to be sure thanks to the glossy black mask that covered their face. They didn't seem to be moving aside from one of their legs bouncing seemingly in time with the music.
My meal was almost finished when suddenly the predator rose from their seat and started walking towards the buskers. At their full height, they were quite tall, but maybe my shorter-than-average stature was to blame.
Their approach caused the gathered crowd to scatter most people. those that remained kept their distance. When the human arrived at the buskers' setup the krakotl singer faltered and forgot the lyrics. The human tilted their head at this and seemed to study them for a moment before pulling out their pad and touching it to the tip receiver before turning to leave.
If a predator can appreciate our music they can’t possibly be so bad right?
Someone must have called the exterminators because exterminator officer Ezin and two other officers arrived on the scene.
The exterminators showed up almost too quickly. usually, they’re really slow, like that time when-
The exterminators raised their flamethrowers toward the human
“Predator! You’re coming with me” Ezin yelled at the human.
The human raised their hands and was quickly restrained by the two officers, with the head exterminator turning to the crowd.
Ezin addressed the crowd
“Civilians! Thanks to my hard work the predator has been restrained and you are safe once more!”
It doesn't seem like the predator didn't do anything wrong… why are they being taken away?
My need to find out what is going on overriding all my better judgment I decided to follow the exterminators to the Deep Lake office.
But first I’m finishing my fruit salad.
Yummy yummy!
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I arrived at the exterminator's office and headed up to the front desk. There was a snowy white venlil at the counter.
“You here about the recent incident?” she droned, without even taking her eyes off her pad.
There has been an incident?
“No I'm just here about the human from the plaza” I responded
“Just saying yes would've wasted much less of my time sir” the venlil responded, only now seeming to have found the time to look up from her pad.
“Just wait here and someone will be with you in a moment” She pointed to the seats set up at the side of the room. They were all empty.
even I couldn’t find any more reason to talk to this person so I sat down at the end.
These chairs really aren't very comfortable… no matter, ill be through in a jiffy.
Maybe I’ll have a look at these pamphlets to pass some time.
I reach over to the stand picking out the first one available,
‘What to do If a predator moves into your apartment?’
No thanks, I've had enough stress already.
‘Top 10 signs that your human is actually plotting to eat you!’
In the future even the pamphlets are clickbait. Go back to writing bleat posts.
‘Rainbow socks to be banned in Deep Lake Area’
What are socks?
I spun the stand around and spotted a hand-drawn-looking pamphlet. My curiosity piqued I opened it up.
‘Exterminator Ezin for emperor’
The Venlil don't even have a president. How can you get a role that doesn't exist? And I'm pretty sure you won't become emperor by winning an election.
Anyway, what time is it? I feel like I’ve been waiting for more than a claw, I should really be home by now.
“Anaw, come on up” It was the senior exterminator Koll. I have seen him a couple times on the local news giving important announcements. If you've ever seen a buff venlil, you haven’t. Not until you have seen Koll. It's been said that he once fought an entire squadron of armors, bare-paw, on his own, and won. After which he retired to live a more peaceful life on venlil prime. Though that’s hard to believe, When I saw him in person, standing in Infront of me? I could believe it.
Koll asked me to give a brief rundown of the whole incident, a request which I had no trouble complying with.
After a moment of contemplation koll spoke “Well, That does it then, the incident was clearly bogus and the human will be free to go.”
Koll gestured for me to follow him. We walked down the hall and then to the cell where the human was being held.
The predator looked up at Koll and then at me. Prompting Koll to start inputting the code on the cell, Koll broke the silence.
“Well predator, looks like a witness showed up and your stories match, you're free to go, get out of here.”
The senior exterminator left the room, leaving me with the predator… alone.
The predator rose to their full height. Turning their head right at me.
I've actually never met a human before. What do I do? Are they plotting to eat me? Maybe I should've read that pamphlet.
“Hey, thanks.” the predator spoke softly. Their voice was bassy and smooth, not nearly as loud as I expected.
I thought predators were supposed to growl or be aggressive! They probably don't want to scare me. I'm still really afraid though. Is that rude? Am I a bad person for being afraid?
They continued in their soft inflection.
“I don't think Sargent Fluff for brains would've let me out any time soon, so seriously, thanks for the help”
Sargent fluff for brains? Are they talking about Exterminator Ezin?
I finally mustered up the courage to speak to the human
“n-no p-problem h-human”
The human lifted one hand to their mask, presumably where their chin would be. This gave me a chance to get a good look at them. The flesh of their paw, which I think they call hands, was a smooth pinkish-white, each finger being topped by a wide flat claw that was pink almost to the tip of their finger. Where they became white. Their glossy black mask covered their face entirely but left the back of their head exposed. the human had wavy yellow fur that reached all the way to their shoulders. They were wearing a thick top garment in navy blue, it had sleeves that reached all way to their wrists and had a hood that the human wasn't currently using. Their bottom garment was the same color but seemed to be made out of a rougher material.
The human stuck out their hand In what I recognized to be a greeting gesture.
“I’m Colton by the way. It's nice to meet you”
I placed my paw in their hand and they shook it up and down very gently as if they were unsure about the action themselves.
“I- I’m Anaw” my voice quivered
“It's nice to meet you, Anaw, though I have some belongings I have to collect”
Colton began walking to the front desk of the building. Curiosity once again won out over my need for sleep and I followed the human as they approached the desk. The white venlil was still there, and still seemed to be distracted by their pad, doom-scrolling Bleat probably. The attendant looks up from their pad and looks completely uninterested in the predator staring down at her. She looks back down making a clear effort to ignore the human.
“Can I get my guitar back now?” Colton asked the attendant.
“Confiscated weapons will be kept as evidence.” the attendant droned.
“My guitar is not a weapon! It's a musical instrument. It's personal, I need it.” pleaded Colton.
This finally made the lady look up from her pad with curiosity. Apparently thrown off by the human's response.
The human wants an instrument back? That means that this human must be a musician!
At that moment Exterminator Ezin stepped out of his office, Now that he was out of uniform the full mass of his grey was on display. He wore a bandage around one of his paws. Seems like his shift was over and was on his way out.
How do you even pack so much wool into an exterminator uniform?
The Exterminator must have been listening in on the conversation because he smirked almost predatorily.
Ezin spoke “Predator if you can somehow prove that primitive club isn't a weapon,”
Venom laced his tone, “Then you can have it back.”
The exterminator raised his bandaged hand toward the human.
“But I doubt you'll be able to.” Ezin gloated with the confidence of someone who knew they were untouchable.
Colton didn't give the exterminator the chance to goad them further and made for the exit. Shoving their clenched fists into their pockets.
If the human is a musician, then they must know a lot about music! Vemly is really into human culture, if I could learn all about human music or even learn to play some then she would definitely be impressed!
I followed Colton out of the exterminator's office and steeled my nerves. I have to ask them if they could show me some human music! And then I can ask them to teach me? Before I could change my mind I yelled out.
“Colton! Wait!”
The human stopped.
“C-can you show me?.. Your Human music?”
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I love my boyfriend, he’s sweet but I feel like we have a disconnect in a few spots and I don’t know how to fix it. I also feel like if he left me I wouldn’t be as heartbroken as I should have. Here’s why, he shares strong feelings about how he dislikes women. Yeah I can agree he hates everyone including men and the shit they do, but if I’m not mistaken he talks way more shit about women and when he does it sounds so rooted in hate. It’s such a turnoff. The other day we went to a smoke shop and he saw a woman working there, he told me “she’s probably being fucked by the owner so she can work there” I was so confused, I feel like he’s always going so extreme to belittle women. I was like “well why can’t she just work there” and he replied “it’s never like that though”. Or whenever he sees a video of a women doing something immoral he acts as if it’s EVERY woman, “see this is why women this women that” like bro I’m a fucking woman. One time his brother used to live with us and he threw away all my bathroom utensils when we just met and it felt so intentional. I was so upset but stayed calm about it, when I told my boyfriend he took his brothers side. Another time I forgot to lock the bathroom door ONCE and his brother walked in on me and cursed me out as if I WANTED to be seen on the toilet. He told my bf “TELL YOUR GIRL TO CLOSE THE DOOR I DONT WANNA SEE THAT SHIT. He took his brothers side. On top of that , he says he doesn’t hate gy people but his actions says otherwise, same with women he always has something bad to point out even if nobody mentioned them. Even when I reply “I’m your girlfriend and I’m literally bisexual” he says “that’s why I support YOU” it’s so cringey especially because I support EVERYTHING he does. Like WE GET IT gy people aren’t your favorite , you don’t have to mention it every fucking day like fine you can have an opinion but how many times do I have to hear it. And when he says something I don’t agree with , I never come at him with such hostility like he does at me. He also doesn’t like when I wear makeup and wigs but he will tolerate it, won’t kiss me with lipgloss, lipstick or tint on EVER. He states “ I can have a preference okay” but it’s like are you really gonna keep this BS till we’re old? It sounds silly. There are things I get over easily because I know it’s just him. He’s great at producing music but I don’t like EVERY SINGLE song he makes, still I support it either way. I’m a girl that’s on the taller side so my anatomy is bigger and if I’m being honest his dick could be bigger. There I said it. He even told me he hates the size of his dick, yes it’s the smallest I’ve had but I don’t care about it, it’s just you don’t see me complaining about anything you do bro. And when I do I try to give it in a constructive way. I’m really not discriminatory against it but it’s not like I’m complaining about it. He’s had a huge patchy hole in his beard since I met him, never have I once spoken about it, when he mentions it I give him tips and he just ignores them. Sometimes he doesn’t flush the toilet , he doesn’t take vitamins when I recommend it to him because we have been gaining weight which he’s aware of but he won’t change much about it. What pissed me off the most is when I told him I was coerced into giving my virginity and also had some forced used against me and without even finishing what I said he said “well if you weren’t held down then you weren’t raped” it’s like bro even if I wasn’t, I was sexually assaulted, I really rather some type of empathy than you trying to justify my virginity taken out of peer pressure and some force. I asked to go to couples counseling and it’s always “maybe” I finally got him to say yes but I feel like it’s gonna make things worse. He also doesn’t like me hanging out with guys. Not that I do anyways, I would never. But as of recently we only have one car. One of my coworkers that I’ve been friends with for a while now has offered to give me rides because my boyfriend can’t take me home. My bf rather let me wait after work hours and get an Uber home everyday. That’s $20 every night because he doesn’t want me riding with some guy I’d never fuck even if It could save me from a gunshot. I don’t want the man, I don’t want any man except him. He rather me scrape up money we already don’t have enough of. I told him he’s being a little insecure and he told me “ no I’m not , you’re gonna realize every guy wants to fuck a woman even if they’re friends.” Which now has me thinking that he also wants to fuck his women friends cause wtf? Lol. How do I make him realize that he isn’t being equal in the relationship? As far as bills we are very even and he does take great care of me, even covered rent a few months himself and always make sure I’m fed before the day ends. Unlimited kisses and cuddles but then he’s an asshole. I really don’t want to leave him, I feel like we can work on it because to be honest everybody has a shit side to them. I’m tired of starting new relationships and being fucked over. I’ve already blamed myself for my choice of men but it’s because these men are deceitful. They don’t show you everything, how do you expect women to chose wisely when the game is rigged? Anywho , I just want to get it in his head so he can realize how unfair he’s been to me and other people who are just minding their business. Any help?

I (24F) was about to go on a date with a guy I just met off of a dating app (30M). I just moved to this new area and over text it looked like we really wanted to see each other. We had been texting / calling on the phone for about a week leading up to what was supposed to be our date.
I don’t hold a lot of weight over text but he was a fantastic texter. Would get back to me immediately when I asked a question, good conversation and he said he was really excited to meet me. And when he first made the plans for the date he was adamant about seeing each other as soon as possible because “he couldn’t wait.” He also told me the day before work was busy and I asked if wanted to reschedule and he said “no don’t worry about it hun.” Then the day comes and I hear nothing. I haven’t talked to him since either, and I don’t care to because we knew each other for only a week.
I ended up doing a sketchy reverse phone look up and it lead to a wedding website to get photos back.
I’m just honestly so confused by the whole situation. Was it cold feet, or did this sketchy reverse phone look up reveal something much more sinister (lol)

I need to get a third party perspective and I'm too scared to ask friends and family. We've been together for about three months.My boyfriend was supposed to come over and spend the night on Friday. I had a really stressful day at work, well, it's been a stressful week tbh. I am in leadership at a small company and have had to put out a lot of fires caused by more junior members of the company, but it puts a lot of stress on me. My boyfriend and I made plans to hang out on the phone Thursday night, but I didn't have time to message during the work day on Friday (which is normal for us). He texted me to confirm we were still good to hang out and I said yeah with a smiley face then suggested we could meet at the park or go out to eat with the dog. I wasn't really sure I was feeling up for hanging out, but he hates when I reschedule things last minute so I wanted to push through.
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He gave me an ETA, and then arrived like 20 minutes early just as I was taking my dog out with the bike (efficient way to wear her out!). I said I'd be back in ten minutes and my boyfriend waited at my house while I was out. When I got back I told him how I'd had a pretty stressful day and just wanted to have a quiet night. He said he was on board with that and asked what a quiet night would look like to me (<3!) I said maybe just getting some food and drinks to bring home and then watching a movie or something and going to bed early.
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On our walk to pick-up food we kinda talked about our days, but I didn't say too much about mine except relaying one of the stressful events of the day which he seemed empathetic towards. Then we were pretty quiet. I was still in my own head, and I'm not sure what was going on with him. I think my stress from the day/week was leaking out, but I still tried to push through and have a good night with him. When we got back I made us boozy milkshakes and we ate the food. Then I tried to ask him about how he felt being around me when I was in a bad mood. And he started saying that I was being short with him as soon as he got there and like assuming that I was upset even though I wasn't.
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This has kind of been a pattern where he always assumes I'm in a negative mood and I'm going to take it out on him or something even though I've never done anything like that (to him or any other person). He asked if I had any movies I wanted to watch, but I didn't have any in mind so I asked if he did. I know he's more of a book person than a movie person, but he didn't have any in mind either. And I just kinda couldn't handle any more decisions, like I just wanted him to pick. But the conversation kinda turned into a thing where he kept accusing me of being upset and I was getting really stressed so I said he should go home, and he said "okay" and then left. But today he told me that he felt like he was "the victim of my bad mood" which makes it sound like I'm abusing him! Can somebody please help me understand what he means? I feel like saying he's a victim is a pretty serious accusation and I want to treat it accordingly. I'm not sure how to respond to him.
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Thanks in advance, let me know what other details would be helpful!

When I was 13 my parents got divorced and I discovered porn as a way to numb and disappear from life. It became a horrible habit that was actively in my life until I was 25. That was when I went through a divorce and started going to therapy. Porn was happening when I was married, and I know it affected how I acted too, but it wasn’t the cause of the divorce.
Long story short, after starting therapy I finally have been able to get the tools to learn how to deal with difficult times in a better way and have been very open about how much it damaged my life. I’ve acted out a couple of times in the past five years, and know it’s something that will always be in the back of the mind, but it’s also been about a year and a half since the last time and I have completely changed the way I live and feel great about it.
Fast forward to yesterday. The girl I’ve been going out with for two months (as of yesterday) asked me if I’ve ever looked at or struggled with porn. This is something I do like to talk about before getting too serious, but she has been a slow mover with relationships and we aren’t in an official relationship still, so I was waiting a little bit longer to see if things were progressing to that level. I answered honestly, told her my past and how it’s been over a year now and never want it in my life again, and we had a long talk about it. It terrified her, and she then said that since she’s the one who asked she doesn’t even know if she can believe that I would have told her if she didn’t. Since my divorce I always have shared with any relationship I’ve been in, but I also am a believer that the level of sharing comes with the level of commitment and trust and not to share everything with everyone, so I was waiting a little longer since we hadn’t even labeled ourselves as exclusive. I’m kicking myself now.
She’s hurting badly, and I’m hurting knowing that she’s hurting because she feels like I was trying to hide it. And her feelings are valid and I don’t want them discounted.
More than anything I’m upset because this whole relationship I’ve been so honest with everything in my past, including things about past relationships, and it’s been in conversations where she’s asked questions and I’ve been blunt and honest, and she’s really appreciated it. And I felt it was the same yesterday, but she felt like I was withholding important information, so in hindsight I’m definitely having the “what-if I had just told her earlier” thoughts.
Does anyone have any advice on how I can best be there to support her as she works through this or what I can do in this situation? She’s amazing and I really want this to work, but I also respect her decision.

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The armor of God represents the defense we must take in our spiritual lives. The Bible tells us that we are fighting a war against Satan, who seeks to destroy us. Therefore we must take action and put on God's armor.
The Armor of God Prayer:
Lord Jesus, I now follow your command to put on the full armor of God because I know my battle is not against flesh and blood but the against rulers, authorities, the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the unseen world. Thank you that you made it possible for me to be strong in your mighty power and to stand against all that the evil one would throw at me this day.
In Jesus Name, I put on the belt of truth and pray that I may be centered in and encircled by your truth today. By your power, enable me to walk in your truth and to give no place to deception or the lies of the enemy. Protect me by the Truth of your word.
I put on the Breastplate of Righteousness. I praise you, Lord Jesus, that I am covered in your righteousness today in my body, soul and spirit. I now pray by the power of the Holy Spirit, my life would show forth the righteous fruit of your presence. Guard my heart, for it is the wellspring of life. Strengthen the most vulnerable places in my life with that which is right, good and noble so I might not receive a fatal blow of the enemy.
I put on the shoes of peace. I choose to stand on the firm foundation of Jesus Christ and the good news of his amazing grace. In Jesus' name, I claim over my heart and mind the peace of God that transcends all understanding. I cast down every anxious thought today, and as I walk in the gospel of peace. I pray that you would make me ready to spread your good news with others.
I take up the shield of Faith this day and in your name, I extinguish every dart and arrow by which the enemy would seek to take me down spiritually, physically, mentally, or emotionally. I lift up the shield of faith against every arrow directed at me, my family, my business, my possessions, or any part of my domain. I bind every fearful thought in Jesus' name and choose to rather to walk by faith and not by sight.
I put on the helmet of salvation and pray that you would protect my mind from thoughts that could lead me astray. I choose to take every thought captive to Jesus Christ and to reject any thought that is not from you. Transform my mind by the power of Your word and grant me a hope-saturated mind so that I can truly overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. This day, in the name of Jesus, I bind and refuse all depressed, despairing, and defeated thinking.
Finally, I take up the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. Please give me the insight, wisdom, and revelation to Wield your word skillfully against every scheme of the enemy. Thank you that your word on my lips has the power to defeat every attack of the enemy!
Thank you, Lord Jesus, for equipping me with everything I need to win my battles this day! I praise you that I am protected today by the armor of God. I now claim your promise that no weapon formed against me shall prosper. In Jesus' mighty name, amen!

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I recently was hired for a job being a patient transporter and have been waiting on my background check to come back, I’ve signed and filled out all the tax forms etc. I’ve taken my drug test, even went and got all my shots updated that were required. I was supposed to start on 05/22 but kept getting delayed because my background check was taking so long to come back. When it did come back, I have a pending felony but I can assure it will be dismissed. I let them know before that I had been in some trouble before but I didn’t know that pending charges will show up on your background.. but like I said I know for 100% I won’t be convicted/found guilty of the charge. I’m just waiting to go to court on the charge, if it ever even does go to court. Will this effect me being hired? 😭

I was going to be late. I was on the verge of panic, uncertain of where I’d come from or why I was late, but I was going to be late.
Today was supposed to be different. I was sure of it. The start of something new. My only opportunity to move out of my little dead-end corner of Appalachia rested on me arriving for the night shift on time.
I sped over the rolling road in a panic. Dense old growth rushed past in a blur periodically broken by small plots of pasture, apple orchards and fields that a few months earlier were brimming with corn. Shadows danced out there in the dim moonlight and the closer I got to the airfield the more separated from the small outlying town I felt.
My steering wheel was cold and it vibrated wildly in rhythm with my heart. I tapped it impatiently.
The rusted hulk nearly left the road each time I crested a hillock. My suspension groaned under the salt spurred corrosion and strain.
I can get a new car if this all works out.
I nearly missed my turn. Fishtailing, I plodded off the main road onto an aptly named “Airport Drive”.
I came to a halt at the designated stall and turned the car off.
A minute to spare.
I looked out into the darkness beyond the parking area and a tingle ran down my spine. The shadows that were once dancing as I passed were still now and the air oppressive. My hands were tingled with cold yet brimmed with sweat. Before opening the door, I took a few deep breaths, flattened my hair, and made sure my uniform was sharp. Looking into my image in the rearview mirror I cleared my throat.
“Alright buddy. You’ve been drifting from service job to service job in this dying county for half a decade. Somethings got to change. *You’ve* got to change. You’ve got a daughter now, you can’t be out there chasing bar weasels and getting drunk every other night. It’s time to up your game. You aren’t the little boy who had to stand in the corner with his nose to the wall every time you messed up anymore. Now your choices matter for her life too. The pay and experience here are going to help springboard you off into something bigger and brighter. You can do this.”
My car door shrieked open causing the chirping and croaks in the forest around the airfield to briefly fall silent. The crunch of gravel followed me across the unpaved, unmarked parking spaces poorly illuminated by one lonely floodlight. I made my way to the entrance of the terminal and pulled open the door to the chime of an old brass bell.
“Oh, hey buddy.” He glanced at the clock. “You’re early.” Stepping into the room I saw Gus casually looking up from his crossword, bifocals resting on his fat, bright red nose.
“Yessir. I figured maybe if things weren’t too busy we could get started early. I’ve heard night shift can be a lot to take in.”
His brows furrowed and his mouth hung half open.
“Well….alright, I guess. But we’ll be easing you in. Just the basics for the first week.” He held up a finger, “Will and I are gonna rotate each night, until we know you’ve got the hang of it, then we’ll start giving you more responsibilities – if you’re up to it.”
We spent several hours on the night shift responsibilities for the airfield. Many of the duties weren’t too complicated. When we went to the control room at the base of the single tower overlooking the tarmac we flipped several very clearly marked switches turning the runway lights on and off. Then we walked over the several generators tucked away behind baggage claim to check their fuel and oil levels.
“Checking these emergency generators things each night seems a bit overkill, no?” I asked.
Gus smiled. “These aren’t for emergencies. This is our power. Yea, this past winter much to our surprise we found that some of the power poles came down. Some heavy rainfall right before the first snow turned the ground to soup and the just sort of…fell over.”
“They really shouldn’t do that.”
Gus shrugged. “Yea well, corners get cut all over the place. Damn things still aren’t back up, so here we are.”
As we walked back over to the portables for baggage claim and arrivals/departures. Another tingle ran down my spine. Instinctively I looked around and caught sight of something out in the dark. It was the feeling of being watched. I tried to focus my eyes on the darkness. I saw some gently pulsating shadows near the trees but nothing more.
The chirping and croaks were nowhere to be heard and I shivered.
“Come on kid, I ain’t got all night.”
I came to and trotted over to where Gus had stopped. “Sorry, I thought I saw…something.”
We continued onward, restocking the restrooms, went over baggage tagging and safe lifting procedures and the other mundane parts of preparing for the night’s departures and arrivals.
Finally, we wrapped up my first training session with perimeter checks.
Gus’ labored breathing alternated with his footfalls on the blacktop as we walked down the small runway.
“Every 3 hours you are going to be making this walk.” He gestured around. “You start over at the ATC tower and head out to the tree line, then follow that parallel to the tarmac until you pass the last of the landing lights and keep going until you hit the transmission shack. Don’t get distracted and go off following the transmission lines. Had a guy do that a year or two ago and it took us a week only to find his ass mumbling by the side of the road talking about the linemen – boy wasn’t right after that.”
He paused thoughtfully for a moment.
“Anywho, after the transmission shack you hook right following the shore of the river until you hit Eddie’s orchard then head back. You’ll pass his cornfield and follow that until you see the two terminal portables, then you check the parking lot and come back to the office to enter it all in the logbook. Just need to make sure there ain’t nothing out there that shouldn’t be.”
We continued walking in silence for a few minutes. “So what do I do if I find something? Are we looking for the Wilson boys or something? I thought they stopped causing trouble after you…”
“Well, you need to enter it in the logbook for one.”
“Bears? What do I do if it’s bears?”
He stopped. “Bears? What the hell are you rambling about? We don’t get bears this time of year. Oh, and be sure to bring your bear spray.”
“Even though there aren’t bears?”
“It’s under the counter next to the logbook.” He paused again. “If you see any wildlife, just take the truck out there and honk at it to get it away from the runway. Be sure to use your high beams, too. Very important. You see any people you get back to the office and call the Sheriff – don’t need to be a hero. You hear anything weird out there in the dark you leave it be, if it’s off property it’s not our problem.”
“Any questions?” he asked as we got back to the office.
A few.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great, Will’s in the control tower if anything comes up. No flights scheduled for tonight so it should be awfully quiet. Here’s the keys to the castle. Adios.”
He placed a massive key ring into my hand that had more keys than there were doors on the property and took off.
I sat down behind the counter, looked at the broken clock and sighed.
I was able to knock out the task list before midnight and had 6 more hours to kill before the end of my shift. There was no cell service, because of course not. I tried reading an old Town and Country magazine I found stashed under the desk and found most of the pages had been covered in circles and doodles by someone who must have been just as bored as I was on some unknown shift prior.
I decided to sweep up and clean the counters to keep myself busy and after I was done it was only 12:15.
I groaned.
The silence was oppressive. Outside the window was an empty, dark expanse with a slowly strobing series of red lights marking the flight line. I felt safer indoors but even then as I stared into the dark something felt off. If I turned my gaze from the windows I could see something out of the corner of my eyes. Branches swaying in the breeze.
There was no wind here.
12:34.
I pulled the logbook out from its shelf and placed it on the counter entering my start time, grabbed my flashlight and headed out into the frigid night.
The occasional whistling of the wind punctuated my footfalls. I passed red light posts every few yards on a never-ending runway. I kept walking for what felt like half an hour, losing count of the lights I’d passed. I turned back out of curiosity and still saw the slowly receding light of the air traffic control tower confirming that yes, all was well. After the runway ended I continued into the dark until coming to the boarded up transmission shack and the power lines that ran off into the forest.
I came the edge of the marsh and began following it. Minutes passed. I turned to get my bearings on the tower and found it’s lonely beacon, but I also noticed a void in the dark – not a blackness per-se, black is a color. No, it was a complete lack of color, a hole in existence out past the power lines. It was getting larger.
I picked up my pace.
I got to the orchard and looked back finding that the lights were out. All of them were out. And that thing in the forest was growing near.
I stood there and watched it for several minutes waiting for it to move. It didn’t.
I turned back now walking as fast as I could. After a dozen yards I stopped and turned around.
It was closer, I was sure of it. Much closer.
I turned and began to jog forgetting everything Gus had told me. It was gaining on me.
Now I was in a full-blown run down the flight line, glancing back every few moments, still unable to see it but sure it was there. The thing that had been watching me since I got here. The thing that drove a cold shock down my spine. This was it.
My legs pumped like pistons and the sting of cold air shot through my chest with each strained, gasping breath.
I passed the recently harvested cornfield, in which stood two perfectly still Deer judging me for my frantic escape.
It was gaining on me.
Finally I came to the portables. I slammed into the nearest door but it stood firm. I slammed my shoulder into it three more times and it didn’t budge. I remembered my key chain.
I pulled it out and started flipping through the keys. *too many keys*.
First key. No.
Second key. No.
Third key. No.
The fourth key worked, the tumbler clicked and I was in. Slamming the door back in place, I frantically locked it.
My hands were shaking and even though I was panting, I went to the window. The void cast long shadows across the field as it stood transfixed not on me, but on the deer.
“Shhhh” a man’s voice whispered from behind me.
“Oh SWEET JESUS FU-“ I screamed as a hand clamped down on my mouth.
“SHHH.” Sharper this time, commanding. “It’s me.” Will whispered, releasing his hand from my mouth.
“What..” I replied quietly as I turned to see him using his phone to maneuver the drone. “What’s going on? You scared the shit out of me. Nice to meet you by the way I’m..”
He smiled, “You gotta be more careful buddy, Didn’t Gus tell you not to go out into the woods?” Now that I could hear him clearly, his odd vowel pronunciation took me off guard. He’d fit right in, in Venice beach. Surfers. He sounded exactly like how I imagined California Surfers sounded. Very out of place for this part of the country. I shook the thought from my mind.
“I didn’t, I..”
He shushed me and pointed to the deer.
“Just…watch.”
I’d never seen deer stay still so long.
I strained my eyes to see. The shadows, tilled earth and wilted corn husks broke up the terrain making it hard to see what was hidden in plain sight. I’d see movement then have to dismiss it as wind kicking up gentle curtains of soil or the shifting of a shadow from the small movements in the night.
Slowly a thin sharp shadow moved, followed by another, then another. They moved in concert from that enormous void that had followed me.
The deer stood transfixed before it all happened at once.
A mixture of humanlike screams erupted as each of their bodies were slammed into the ground. Viscera painted the wind. In another moment the light went out and I heard Will sigh.
The wind whistled and died, but we could still hear it out there breathing heavily as it gorged itself. From where I stood I could only see a throbbing silhouette breaking the horizon as it went to work. A crisp snap rang out as it pulled limb by limb from the carcass. The throbbing of the shape slowed as a new sound arose. A contented hum made its presence felt through the rattling of the windows and doors and threatened to overwhelm my own beating heart.
The sound rose as the shape slowly moved closer.
“What do we..”
Will shushed me.
I jumped and stifled a scream as a wet, boneless appendage slammed against the window curiously. The doorknob rattled though this time not from the creatures’ purr but from it’s clumsy efforts to open the door and join us inside.
The ceiling creaked above us under a massive weight.
It groaned as if remembering something and suddenly began moving away back towards the trees. There were no footfalls, just the gently receding sound of a blissful purr.
When it finally entered the world beyond its movements melted into those of the swaying branches becoming indiscernible. The more I tried to focus on it the harder it was to recall its form or the impossibility I’d just witnessed.
Will smiled and patted me on the shoulder sadly, “Welcome to Murkintok.”

Doordash just replenished my account wit about $200 that was scammed from me about 2 weeks ago and I really don’t wanna have to wait for direct deposit to get it since i’m already late on rent because of this. My card for fast pay needs to be updated too which takes a week. If I switch to DasherDirect, will those funds instantly just be available on my card or does it only add money that I make on orders after i’ve already switched over?
Don’t wanna risk having any funds remain up in the air by pressing the wrong button so just thought i’d ask. Worst comes to worst I just wait the extra time for direct deposit

My husband(33m) and I(34f) have a girl that's just under a year and a boy that's a little over 2 1/2. Our son is sweet but he must run on a tiny little nuclear reactor, kid has enough energy to power an entire small city. My husband is very involved and we work as a team with the kids since we both work. But it still never feels like we get to be calm enough during sacrament meeting to get anything out of it. Even the sacrament is difficult to take since that seems to be a favorite poop time, or the baby is suddenly starving like she hasn't eaten in 15 hours rather than 15 minutes. Or one of us is walking the halls with our son so that others can take the sacrament in peace and quiet. It also doesn't help that church is right at Naptime for my routine loving kids. When the two year old is calm, the baby decides to sing the song of her people, or grab anyone's hair she can somehow reach even if they are sitting 10 feet away. And when the baby is all calm, that's when the 2 year old decides he isn't happy with any of the quiet activities we've brought and wants to take up the drums on the metals chairs, or go all American ninja warrior over the back of the pew. Anyways, I digress. I just feel like there is no point to even going when all we are doing is wrangling children. We don't get to listen to the talks, we don't usually get to take the sacrament. More often than not I leave church feeling frustrated and exhausted. My ward is mostly filled with older women who have children my age or older and when I vented this frustration I was told that basically I'm wrong for feeling this way and if my children are interfering with my spiritual growth than I need to rethink how I'm raising them. Which is ridiculous horrible, but makes me feel crazy for feeling this way.
I don't know if I'm looking for advice, a pep talk, or just to know that I'm not crazy for feeling this way. Maybe I just reassurance that it will get better. Or warning it wont.
No, wait, don't tell me if it doesn't get better.

In 1804 the former slave and revolutionary Jean-Jacques Dessalines proclaimed himself Emperor of Haiti after a slave rollout kicked out the French colonist and ruled the island of Haiti until 1806.
Even more famously in 1804 Napoleon Bonaparte proclaimed himself Emperor of France and ruled until 1815.
And in Australia we had an Irish convict attempted the same.
https://www.australiangeographic.com.au/blogs/on-this-day/2013/11/birth-of-the-australian-empire/
the following copied and pasted form the link above
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If I asked a ghost-whisperer, I would expect Australia to be among the highest rating countries on the haunted scale.
Think about it. Our nation’s history lends itself to modern-day spirit sightings. The oft cautionary tales of the Dreamtime, our nation’s earliest cultural etchings, warn us to respect spirits and celestial forces, lest we bring misfortune upon ourselves, our families and our world.
The last couple of centuries paint us a history of bloody battles and genocide, begun with an influx of long-faced and displaced criminals; prisons, hangings and bushrangers.
Indeed, we’ve had more than our share of national success, flourishing times; the lucky country, and all. But forgive me for fantasising that behind these sunny scenes lurks a motley crew of ghostly bandits, waiting for a dark night to prowl our consciences and stir up suppressed memories of hardships and horror.
Today is the anniversary of the Castle Hill Rebellion, 4 March 1804 — understood to be the first Australian convict uprising, a violent and chaotic attempt by Irish prisoners to overthrow the colonial authorities.
The story goes like this: Philip Cunningham, a convict well versed in minor uprising, led around 500 convicts to a secret and well-planned rebellion. Once darkness fell, a hut was set alight to signify that the rising had begun. Despite some convicts selling information to the guards in exchange for alcohol, authorities weren’t privy to the plan in time to stop the swift looting of their armaments.
Officers of the British Empire were hunted down by the crazed prisoners. Amidst the drunken chaos, plans were drawn up, and after just a couple of days, Philip Cunningham was appointed King of the newfound Australian Empire, the name given to the imagined independence of the convicts. The aim was to meet up with a band of convicts from the Hawkesbury River, but the plan did not eventuate. When the cries of “Liberty or death!” could no longer be heard, the dissidents faced their fate.
Cunningham, the King, along with eight of his subjects, was executed without trial. Scores of others were sentenced; some received 200 lashes, many were exiled to join the Coal River chain gang, which operated at modern-day Newcastle.
The history lesson paints a gruesome picture — especially when compared to the site of the Castle Hill rebellion today: a stretch of Sydney suburban parkland, surrounded by generous residential properties, leafy schools and family-owned shops. There is no reason to assume Castle Hill is anything but safe for Aussie families, in 2010.
But when the lights come up over the dark grass of Castle Hill tonight — a site once alive with bloody turmoil and civil unrest among criminals — it may be too eerily quiet to ignore its screaming past.'' End quote.
It makes me wonder if they had succeeded would Napoleon be there ally the French and Irish have allied against the British before.