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Hello, i have a problem that started today,
When i watch a video wherever it is, on internet, a file or even a video inside premiere pro it makes some tearing like this :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VG5K8NwdA8g
Everything else is working normally, i can play games without any problem, it's just on videos. Also for some reason some youtube videos work normally... Almost every "recent" video actually. maybe a codec problem ?
I tried to change drivers, change graphic card port...
You need to know that this morning during a manipulation the PC shut down, maybe i did a contact failure. After that i got few problems, for some reason my second screen wouldn't show, i had to change screen port to see my second screen.
GPU AMD RX 570 armor 8G OC
My power supply is 450W and pretty old tho. Could be that ?
I'm on a Ryzen 5800
Windows 10

Height: 6ft
Weight: 250
Medical issues: just got over COVID, GAD, PTSD, PCOS, RA (not currently active)
Current meds: Buspar, Slynd, Gabapentin 300mg for back pain
Alcohol or drugs: I vape nicotine, have a drink like twice a year (January was the last time) 20-25mg Hemp CBD once per day (helps with anxiety)
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I just got over COVID for the first time - started taking Paxlovid Thursday, finished Monday. During that time I stopped my birth control and stopped taking CBD and have only been taking half does of Buspar, all per doctor's orders. I'm supposed to stay off them until Friday. Yesterday and today I've felt fine, no coughing or anything, a little fatigued, but every time I start to do something I feel like my brain is vibrating, like how when you're holding a steering wheel and the car is going fast, except my brain instead of my hands. It's extremely irritating and it seems to be on exertion or too much stimulus...like walking to the backyard to let my dogs out caused it, so did trying to listen to a podcast and knit at the same time. It's not brain zaps from taking less meds, I've had those before and this is different. Is this something I should be concerned about? I'm hesitant to message my doctor because this sounds insane but it's really making it hard for me to do anything at all.

I live in a 2x2 apartment with my ex-boyfriend (21M). I initiated our break up in October of least year, about a month before what would have been our 3-year anniversary. The primary reasons for our break up were his dishonesty and lack of responsibility. I was paying for everything on my own and didn't feel like he was being a responsible equal partner, then on top of that, it turned out that his history of dishonesty was not history, but still current. The nail in the coffin that secured my decision to end the relationship was finding out he'd told his family that he was borrowing money for rent because I didn't have my half, when in reality it was the other way around.
We continued to cohabitate because both of our names are on the lease, and while I could have gone to my parents' house, I was concerned about ending up with an eviction on my credit. So, things were okay-ish living together, with lines blurring from time to time, until the beginning of this year. I was still the primary person handling bills/rent with little help from him in that area, even after being out of both of my jobs for over a week with COVID. I grew more and more resentful as things really didn't seem to change much, and eventually the environment at home grew toxic with my resentment and desperation for help clashed with him swearing he's doing his best and I just don't see all the effort he's putting in. Admittedly, he was doing nice little things like doing the dishes, offering to rub my back when I got home, lighting candles in my room for when I get home, taking my dog out for me, things like that. But I told him I'd rather he help me with keeping us afloat financially, and that didn't go over well.
At the very end of January, things came to a head when he didn't tell me that the power bill was way overdue (it's his bill, I pay the gas), and they cut off our power. I couldn't afford to pay the months of backed up bills because I'd just paid for other bills. I came home after a long day of work to an apartment with no power and we ended up in an argument. He went left to go to a different state to be with his parent. I went to my parents' house with our pets because the apartment had no power.
A day or two after he left, we had a conversation. I told him I'd be willing to try again if he agreed to make some changes: get a job, get into therapy, things like that. He'd started working, said he was in therapy, said he had a psychiatrist and started meds, it seemed like he'd made a lot of progress. Fast forward two months and I invited him on a trip with me for my birthday, as we'd reconnected more as he seemed to be growing more responsible. He'd offered to pay for my flight as a gift, then at the last minute, said he couldn't. He also missed his flight and just hopped back into bed instead of going to the airport to try to get another one. Then, he ended up not having his half of the money for our hotel, so I had to ask family in the state we traveled to to buy our hotel for last half of the trip. We ended up arguing on the trip because I brought up that the whole thing felt a lot like old patterns.
Fast forward two more months and he came back from his parent's house out of state to try to reconcile our relationship. I was under the impression that because he'd have a job immediately (transferring), he'd be able to pay his share of things responsibly, and he'd be more stable and healthy mentally (depression - which I also live with), and he'd been working on his dishonesty problem in therapy. So, I encouraged him to come back and we could slowly try starting over.
Well, all of that came to a screeching halt when our power went out last week. He'd told me he got on a payment plan with the power company, but then wouldn't let me listen to his phone call with them to figure out why the power was out. I called them myself and they said no payment arrangement had been made. I had to come out of pocket $500 and ask my parents for $300 to get our power turned back on, as it hadn't been paid since I paid it in February. He swore he'd pay my mom and I back on his payday that Friday, but then he said he didn't get paid Friday because his manager didn't submit his hours on time. Whenever he gets a job, they seem to always be with places that frequently screw up his pay. Then this past week I had a really long day and he created this very sweet plan to help me wind down and have a good night, lit candles, made dinner, rubbed my back, etc.
Then, I started wondering about how I've never actually seen him go to/virtually do therapy. I've never seen him take meds, and when I asked what med he was on while he was still out of state, he kept saying he'd tell me/show me, but then he just never did even though I mentioned it several times. It felt like he didn't actually have meds and was hoping I'd forget/drop it. I'm so conflicted because he does really nice, sweet things for me, but I can't help but feel like maybe he's not being as honest as he said he was. I'm starting to think he was just saying what he knew I wanted to hear to want to maybe try again.
Recently, I told him that I think we should slow down and both of us should probably do some more of focusing on stabilizing ourselves independently, mentally and financially. When we had the conversation face to face, things went fine. I felt awful for hurting him. He was honest that, while I felt things were progressing to fast and I didn't think we were ready to be anything serious right now, the pace were going was already agonizingly slow for him. I mentioned I don't think it would be a bad idea for us to get experience with other people, as we were kids when we got together and don't really know ourselves as adults outside of each other. I just meant casual dates, not jumping into relationships with other people. Again, the face-to-face was open, honest, and respectful. But for the past couple of days he's been blowing up my phone at night with pitiful messages about not being good enough, saying we should be fwb and begging for a bj/sex despite me recently telling him I think I may be somewhere on the spectrum of asexuality, sending long messages saying his feelings don't matter, and it's really overwhelming and made me want to distance myself more.
Now, we'd already submitted a proposal to renew our lease for another year before all of this drama started. I just don't know if that's still a good idea. I go back and forth between thinking I should just give it more time and thinking I'd be an idiot to proceed. These things can't all be coincidences, can they? I like to think of myself as an intelligent person, but I have generalized anxiety, and it's not out of the realm of possibility for me to be overthinking things. When I bring up that something he said sounds like a lie or is suspicious, he says I'm overthinking. I can't tell if I should continue trying to be exclusive and rebuilding this. I did encourage him to come all the way back here, but I'm wondering now if maybe I was misinformed when I decided to do that. I'm sorry if this is all over the place, my thoughts are incredibly scattered at the moment.
TL;DR - My ex left to a different state to live with family and do some growing up. He and I were supposed to be rebuilding our relationship, but now that he's back here, I can't tell if he just said all the things he knew I wanted to hear but hasn't actually changed or if the patterns are really just coincidences and bad luck, and I should stop overthinking everything. I don't know if the sweet gestures are enough to outweigh what could genuinely just be a crap hand he's been dealt.

Hello all,
I always hear the following procedure from people who are applying F1 visa:
- You should get your I20 first - You should start filling DS160 - You should submit your DS160 - You should make a visa appointment with DS160 number
Everyone says that it is not possible to make a visa appointment without getting I20 and submitting DS160 but this doesn't make sense to me.
Let's say that today is March 1, and we got admission from a university. We can even book an appointment for visa in that day without having an I20.
We can just start filling DS160 in March 1 (we don't have to finish and submit DS160 in that day), get the application ID from that DS160, book a visa appointment using that application ID for a future date in which we will be sure that we will already have our I20 (let's say to June 1).
And once we get our I20 in a later date (let's say in April 1), we can finish the rest of DS160 and submit it. And all the documents will be ready for the appointment in that day.
I cannot see any problems in this scenario but I am also curious about why people keep saying that "you should get I20 first to book an appointment"

We only hangout in school, it is an4 people group; 2 boys 2 girls including me.
So today at school first period we were sitting on the same group table and we were messing naming people each other looks like but then in the middle of that my teacher gave the boy a paper saying he needs to complete this in order to pass his class...he just laughed and we went back to joking around.
Then it was my turn and I went to name the person he looks like and I was laughing bad suddenly his whole vibe changed, he started telling me to "shut up, shut up, shut the fuck, literally shut the hell up" at first I thought he was playing too, yk the "serious-but-playing" but he was serious.
As he was telling me to shut up constantly. He looked around at the other members of the group and they were shaking their head at me and I'm like- "what did I do?"
Fast forward he went to do the work my teacher assigned him but he slammed the paper down and got up to left the class. My teacher said- "if you get out of this I'm writing you up" and he said something I don't remember and left smiling. And some of the classmates were yelling- "Get out of here!".
Now it's just me alone with the rest of the group members. I tried to talk to the girl next to me but she she seemed mad at me.
It wasn't after a few minutes I took the courage to ask them what I did wrong and they said he had ADHD...
And in my head I soo wanted to yell at them saying- "so what??!? that doesn't excuse how he treated me!"
But I kept quiet not wanting to ruin anything anymore.
Fast forward he came back and acted like he didn't do anything, (seems like ADHD comes with amnesia). I ignored him but I always catch him glancing at me.
Soon at lunch I went to out table, he told me "sub mylo" I ignored him for the most part but didn't want to be rude so I just said a low "hey" and went to seat down with my headphones on.
I don't think I'm ever gonna talk to him, plus another thing is that he always roast people but I see this as bullying. He always comes after this kid with speech problems.
Also did I mention just a few months ago he had a crush on me??? 🤣 he gave me his discord and he asked me to be his valentine once lololol.

This is the most embarrassing shit I’ve ever had to write up, but I don’t know where to turn. I’ve tried to fix this on my own for years now. If anything, this should serve as a warning about what unrestrained hedonism can evolve into.
I’m a 25 year old male. I have diagnosed ADHD. My porn addiction developed in my teenage years, I feel like as a result of a very weird upbringing where I lived in a single room with my parents, so on the rare occasion when they were out somewhere, I capitalised on it fully and jerked off as much as possible. Also, of course, no attention from girls in my teenage years. I tried nofap when I was a teenager, the longest I’ve EVER managed to do was 4 days.
Whenever I get into it, even if I try to restrain myself, it’s like I turn into a different person altogether. It starts with “I’ll just innocently jerk off without porn”. Then “I’ll just look at this one picture online..” Next thing you know I’m into full on gooning mode, edging myself for hours.
At some point, about 3 years ago, I started using cam sites. Now the 6 hour long jerking sessions with work in the morning also include me spending money on these girls. As my “tastes” evolved, I grew to enjoy dominant women that required payments from their slaves along with domination (findom). And I’ve had the same long term girlfriend throughout these past 3 years as well and all this has been happening behind my back.
The situation right now is: I live my life normally, I keep busy (idle hands and whatnot), sometimes I jerk off to porn, sometimes without porn, sometimes I have sex with my girlfriend..
But once or twice a month, I find myself in a situation where I’m alone with a computer somewhere (or I don’t even have to be alone, I’ve done it at the office too..) and this “other” lizard brain me takes over. I unblock the websites I have blocked “just for a harmless peek”, I make a new Snapchat.. And suddenly it’s 5 AM, I’ve gone through hours of porn and finished it off by paying some chick online to dom me. I delete my accounts, I block the websites. But it doesn’t matter, I’ll find a way around it again.
Earlier this month I ran out of my savings because of this problem. For the first time in my life I’m living paycheck to paycheck. I had to borrow from my parents and gf and lie about the bank having a problem. And guess what. Yesterday I jerked off until 5 AM. I think I got pink eye from staring at a screen for so long, I need to get it checked. And today I sent a domme 80 Euro.
I can’t frame this as anything other than life ruining. I don’t have many other issues in life. I work out, I have friends, I have a great job, an amazing relationship.. but all it takes is a moment to set me back days worth of progress.
Can anyone recommend an actionable plan? Yes I’m gonna find a psychologist as well, but the waiting lists are 6 months long.
Thank you

Hey all, I've never worked with Telus before so I'm shocked at the poor customer service for such a big company. I'm moving this week and my building is a Telus-preferred building. I called the number and got a deal, but in the email the deal was completely different than what was offered initially. I called to cancel and they offered me the old price and added some more perks, so I said whatever and agreed. But today I found out they got the install date wrong, so I had to call back to get them to rectify their mistake. Waited on the phone for TWO HOURS AND THEN THEY HUNG UP ON ME. Looking online this seems to be a pretty average experience.
So at this point I'd rather not even have internet in my house than go with Telus. My question is, I verbally agreed to a plan but didn't sign anything and didn't give them my credit card. Can I just ghost them at this point without charge or do I have to call them yet again for multiple hours to officially cancel?

I know it sounds like a ‘duh’ type of question but it just feels wrong to report the person who raised you to the authorities? She’s had abusive periods when i was younger, but hadn’t been violent in years and actually tried her best to be there for me for the last 3 years and do good things for me and be supportive, even if it wasn’t always genuine. She made an effort to get better. And I’m grateful for those things and I don’t want to break with her forever, which would obviously happen if I reported her.It would also mean never seeing my little sister again, and i love her to death. But on the other hand, i feel what she did was too bad to go without consequences. I’m not sure what to make of the situation anymore.
So what happened for context: today a disagreement got out of hand and she started destroying things in my house after getting upset that I wasn’t getting emotional (or at least trying to stay calm and rational) while she was clearly upset about the matter. I asked her over and over again to stop destroying things, especially my plants because she knows i love them. But she wouldn’t so i found myself at a loss and started filming her. When she noticed, she charged at me, ripped the phone from my hands and punched me in the teeth. She then proceeded to push me on the floor, moved her body weight on top of my lungs so i couldn’t move ket alone defend myself, then grabbed my hair and smashed my head into the ground several times. When she got up, she kicked me, i tried to kick her back because i was still on the ground and frankly quite bewildered and desperate to defend myself. But this upset her so much that she proceeded to grab a chair and beat me with it while i was still struggling to get up. When i finally did get up, i tried to grab my phone from her hands so she couldn’t delete what i’d filmed. This resulted in a lot of pushing and pulling. She hit me in the face and i stumbled backwards and cried for the neighbours to call the police. She laughed and mocked me for not being able to call them myself because she took my phone from me. She was laughing while calling me helpless and worthless an saying this like “what are you gonna do,huh?? Call the police??? Go ahead, call them” and it seemed for a moment like she was actually having fun having the upperhand. It felt vert cruel. Then my dad came in and she quickly handed me my phone and told him I hit her. He got so angry at me he wouldn’t listen to my side of the story, despite me being covered in bruises and scratches, even in my neck where she really dug her nails down. As they were leaving she whispered to me she will put me on the street, too. My dad didn’t hear that and he refuses to listen to me. I’m all alone in this story and i’m scared to escalate the situation even more.

This may be more of a small business question but I'll throw it out here.
I have a corporation and signed up for a Bell internet service at a job site that was always intended to be temporary. Bell took the company name down wrong so instead of "ABC Inc" they setup the service under "ACB Inc". They also used the service address as the billing address and I do not, and never did have, access to the mail service there.
After ~6wks the project ended and I cancelled the service as intended.
Multiple calls with Bell to get them to change the billing address and company name but never received an invoice as it was being sent to an address I did not have access to.
Now the debt has been sold off to a collection agency but the only info they have is my phone number and a debt registered to a company that doesn't exist with my name as the contact.
Today I told them that it was never paid as I never received an invoice under the right company name. If Bell can send me that I will pay it but otherwise they can go pound sand.
Do they have any recourse? Or do I just ignore their calls from now on?
It's only about $300 and I made an effort to rectify it but at this point I'm over it.

I’ve been in the process of weaning by cutting pump time by 5 minutes every 7 days.
I’m down to 15 minutes and had been for 7 days and was about to begin cutting 1 of my 5 sessions starting with my MOTN pump when I got mastitis. 🤦🏽‍♀️
I’m on dicloxacillin now and the midwife said I can still cut my MOTN pump but only when I’m feeling “better”, but now I’m worried it’ll cause further issues and am just thinking of pushing my MOTN pump time by 30 minutes until it reaches the next session’s time (from 3:30 to 7:30).
My friend made a good point today though that now is probably the best time for me to cut my MOTN pump altogether since I’m currently on the dicloxacillin.
Thoughts?

I have been in a relationship with a man who is 16 years younger than I am. We have basically had a volatile relationship since it started. There has been a lot of love too but even that is smothering and not healthy.
We met at a health food store we were both working at. It was fun for both of us. It was the point of the relationship, for us to have fun. It evolved and we decided to be in a relationship. I probably put too much pressure on him being a young man and me being an older than him woman. I got pregnant and that completely changed things. I didn’t understand my hormones at the time and it was intense for me and expected a lot of attention from him. If I complained about things he’d always say I was using him or being manipulative. He strong armed me into an abortion. Instead of it being my decision. Of course it was the right decision but still, I got yelled at demeaned, told that I was trash and an idiot for even having to think about it. I swear we got in an argument when I was still healing from the abortion. He told me I killed my baby and that he got p-word and made me get an abortion. The arguments around that would get so intense he would say horrible things to me. Just to give some background, I am sober and got sober 6 years ago. I was homeless and addicted and I moved across country to heal. I have been doing amazing since I got sober. It is something that I’m very proud of myself for and I know I’m in the 1 percentile when it comes to success around that. I still struggle with shame and guilt and grief around it naturally. So, he would call me a washed up old crackhead that should go do drugs, crack w-word, tell me that I’m cancer, tell me to go trick myself, ugly slu-word go try to make up for all the years you wasted leave me out of it crack w-word
Today he told me I was an ugly, fat,40 year old who deserves to be in prison with my father(who is in prison for doing very bad things, which of course I’m still healing around and have strong feelings around and my entire family is very against and conflicted around because my father was the hub of the family,he knows all of this) my family is all trash and that I’m disgusting and hit me in the face with his shirt when I was giving him his things to leave my house because of the argument, being calm. He has warped my mind into believing that I’m controlling and manipulating.
We had a beautiful week this week and he told me that I was being controlling because I made suggestions to the things he likes to do but won’t take the initiative to set up himself. So I asked him the days before if he wanted to those things. In a past argument he told me that I never invite him to do things. That he’s the one always suggesting to and taking me places. So, now that I was putting the effort in, I’m controlling and manipulating because I made plans..
The list goes on. I am just feeling very alone, so completely sad and disrespected. So stupid for even allowing this for so long. I don’t live with him. I don’t want to be with him anymore. I also have just a lot of addictive tendencies and this break up is going to be way more than just a regular break up because of that and the fact my self esteem is in the garbage now. I’m where I am pretty much completely alone because I left everything I knew behind several times to put myself in the most beneficial situation for my sobriety. I don’t have friends up here. I have the support of my family over the phone. Anyway, I really need words of encouragement. Advice on how to heal from abuse. I need love, understanding and different viewpoints, if anyone out there is willing to take the time for any of that I’d be so grateful. I need advice on how to end things with him. I don’t feel strong enough to talk to him. I’m afraid he is going to say stuff to me to hook me in even if it’s negative. Then I will start to engage with him about it and I can’t afford to continue this. It has to end. I also am a person who is very adamant about completing things. The relationship has not been all bad. There has been so much love and I want to do the respectful thing. The relationship is so bad for both of us obviously. I also need advice on how to help myself through the insane amount of anxiety I am going to have because I have depended on him for my happiness for so long and made in my escape. I literally feel like I have been using the relationship as a drug. Has anyone else been in this kind of situation? What did you do? I appreciate any feedback but especially positive feedback to help me through this process. I feel so alone and scared and just so so sad. Love and Blessings

Chapter 1 The Villager’s Warning
In the North near the tempestuous mountains and the groves of the Relum trees, which grow relum, which are like sweet pears, was a prosperous village called “ Alestra”. Alestra is a medium-sized village known for its cloying relums and its soft and crumbly soil perfect for the trees and gardens. They lived a humble and healthy life supplying themselves with veggies and meat from the boars they hunted. The water from Rivenile was the source of their agricultural success and survival. The sound of little children having fun exploring the fields of grain while their family works diligently on the farms. Most of the children spend their time outside either helping with their family's farm or playing near the grains and on the trees playing fun games. All except one particular boy who will spend his days indoors writing stories and reading about the fascinating creatures he wishes to discover. His name was Aran, a 12-year-old with red hair living with his parents who helped the village by transporting their food and veggies to nearby villages. Aran eagerly followed his father, perpetually saying “Father, can I hear the story about the Rift Creators of the Coliseum again please?”. The father replied, “ How about tonight when your mother is back for dinner, is that alright?”. “ Yes Father,” said Aran. Aran rushed to his room whose walls were covered with sheets of drawings and a portrait of his family right in the center of his room. His desk was piled with books and maps slightly torn and dirty. His bed was big enough for him, and a little chest lay at the end of the bed to store the items he cherished. Aran sat on his chair and picked up a book labeled “ Creatures of the Night” and he sat on his bed and read from where he began. Meanwhile, the Father went near his stable and put the ponderous goods on the wagon when he smelled a putrid stench of a rotting corpse. The father looked around to find the smell and discovered a Villager riding a horse carrying a wagon with numerous dead bodies disfigured and all missing body parts. “ What happened to them!?” stuttered the father in shock. “ To be honest I don’t know?” said the villager. “It might be a wolf or a bear,” said the villager. “That can’t be bears since it's winter,” said the father. “We might have to stop shipment to other villages,” said the villager. “Why, though, it's only a few animals we can take care of,” said the father. “Well, that depends if the mayor agrees,” the villager says. “Shouldn’t we mail this to animal control, maybe they can control these beasts,” the father said. “Already mailed it to them, should be arriving in a few weeks or so”. The villager rode his horse to the village square leaving the father worried. When it was nightfall the family was at the dinner table eating their food. They had a hot and warm meat pie filled with lamb and pork all mixed with gravy with a side of pan-fried spinach. After their dinner, Aran rushed towards his room with his father following him. “ Are you gonna tell me the story Father?” asked Aran. “ Alright, hold your patience,” said the father as he sat down on the bed. “ The story of the ..colosseum begins with the Greater wills, gods who judge the realms and serve as the way of evolution”. “When these gods see someone they love they give birth to the demigods. “ Each demigod ruled the realms and served as a ruler for their realms,” asked the Father. “ They had abilities like gravity, time, War, pestilence, and even death, while others had less powerful abilities like sand,” said the father. “ Each of the demigods is known to be the best and the most revered in their worlds.,” said the father in a Joyous mood. '' “All had everything they could need in their lives, but some wanted more”. The father looked outside the dark knight. “ Well it's getting late. The father replied with a tired tone “ Sleep well Aran”. “Can you finish the story tomorrow? " asked Aran, resting his head on the pillow. “Of course,” said the father. Aran closed his eyes and dreamed of himself in the stars, seeing the planets go by as he feels the 5 years later Aran who was now 17 got off his bed with his room no longer having the drawings he used to have and the desk he still had an accumulation of books. He passed his parent's room and went into the kitchen to make his parents some breakfast. Aran's parents were always tired of the number of resources needed for other villages and Aran’s mother sprained her knee when running back to the village. Aran grabbed a few thick pork slices and chopped them to put on the ardent sizzling pan. Aran proceeded to crack a few eggs, mix them with scallions, and place them on the pan with the pork bits until they were cooked well. The sound of the sizzling food awoke the father as he peeked through the kitchen to see his son cook. The father asks” Son it's still dark outside why are you up this early”. “I wanted to give you something to eat while I’m gone with the delivery for the next town,” said Aran. “ Alone, you can’t be alone when Wendigos are out on the road”. “ Let me come and help you deliver the food..” but as the father said that he was cut off and the Aron said, “ It's alright I brought a knife with me and I’ll be cautious”. Aran exited the house and went near the stable to ride his horse carrying the fruits and vegetables on his side. Aran rode his horse down the road to the village square. The village square had big houses with markets surrounding the houses and farms surrounding the Relum trees growing ever so long behind the village. The villagers look depleted and worn out. Aran rode his horse to the other houses to ask for resources and food they offered them all saying “ Tell Newberry to stay strong”. After Aran was finished taking the villager's supplies for Newberry he went to the village chief to gather his resources. He knocked on the door of the Mayor's house and saw him with a pile of water buckets, a few bags of gold, and Packs of wood. “ Ah Aran, please put this on your cart and tell Newberry to stay safe and have hope”. “Of course chief,” said Aran. Aran rode his horse to the village gate next to the tower post. When Aran was next to the post a Knight went outside of the tower replying “ What is your business of leaving Alestra '' . “ I’m transporting my family’s food to the village of Newberry, “ said Aran. “ The village of Newberry isn't doing well since the Wendigos raided them, they're going to need those supplies” said the knight. Aran was permitted to leave Alestera and Aran continued his journey on the path. Aran passed through from a few corpses to an abundance of them until Aran saw the village. The village was burned and ravaged with dark smoke covering the sky and the stench of burning flesh still in the air. Aran rushed to the village to see if anybody survived but found none survived. When Aran was about to leave he saw smoke coming out of the forest, Aran rode his horse swiftly and came to the source of the fire. He saw a few villagers and a small number of children near the fire scared and tired from the raid. “ Are you the villagers of Newberry?” asked Aran. “ We used to be until the Wendigos attacked,” said an elderly lady. Aran with a shocked look on his face asked: “ What about the knights”. “ Most of them died fighting while some died running,” said the old man next to the lady. “ Some more knights tried to help but those insidious beasts forestalled ”. Aran was worried for the villagers of Newberry and shouted“ I have resources from the town of Alestra and we have come for your help!!!”. All the villagers looked at Aran as he continued to shout “ Please gather any resources you need and help yourself to the food you need to survive with!!!”. The Villagers filled with hope and joy rushed to the cart and gathered all the supplies. They were all eating and drinking and covering themselves with blankets making them feel just a little bit safer. “ We don’t know how to thank you, young sir,” said a man with his children next to him. “ Please sir you don’t have to do anything, but if you and the others need help we're just a few miles away south,” said Aran. Aran left with an empty cart and a feeling of beatitude when he saw the villagers of Newberry full of bliss and hope. Halfway through his trip back to his village the horse instantaneously stopped and nearly threw Aran off the horse. “ Stay here Becky,” said Aran smoothly. He jumped off the horse and looked all around to see if anything would jump out and attack him. Suddenly he heard a large screeching sound mixed with screeching. He heard rustling and sticks being broken. He heard the noise again except it was teeth chattering and the sound of a loud sharp horn was closer. “ We have to go, Becky,” said Aran urgently as he jumped on his horse and rode as fast as he could. Aran heard the sound come closer and faster towards him. Aran had the sudden urge to stop the horse midway. Aran stopped his horse and soon after a dark wendigo jumped out in front of him and crashed near some trees and was unconscious for a few seconds. Aran used that time to ride away while horrified by that chase. The wendigo screeched in anger as Aran was out of its sight. Aran returned to the village sweaty and scared and opened the doors only to be on his knees. The father rushed up to him with the mother following him slowly. “ Aran what happened to you?!” asked the father in a frightened manner. “I escaped from a wendigo,” said Aran panting. “ How in this world did you survive?!” asked the father. “ Raranold, let the Aran rest now,” said the mother. “ Aran is traumatized enough for today, we can ask when he is ready but for now let him sleep and rest”. The father took a deep breath and said to Aran “ You can go upstairs and we’ll cook something for you, is that okay ''. “That's okay,” Aran replied. Aran went upstairs to his room and went to his bed to sit. Aran heard voices from downstairs wanting to hear what his parents were talking about. Aran opened the door quietly, walked on the stairs sneakily, and peered through the kitchen to hear what they were saying. “ 7 people died on that road and were eaten, there is no way our son could survive one of their attacks,” said Raranold. “ I think it's time for us to leave the village”. “But where will we go, Raranold,” asked the mother. “ We could go to the city of Elistar and maybe there we can be safe,” said the father. “I don’t know what to do now Elizabeth”. “ We can leave tomorrow when we pack all our stuff and leave while we still have light, and maybe we can reach an inn,” said Elizabeth. “ But what about Aran, how will he handle this?” asked Raranold. “He might be upset about it but I’m sure he’ll love the big city and all its fancy buildings and all the new stuff he’ll like”. “ Plus we have a good amount of money to survive in the city”. “ Now then, we should be cooking dinner at Raranold”. “ Please pass me the mushrooms on your right, we're going to be making some skewers” Aran walked to his room quietly shocked by the fact that he will move from the village he grew up in. Aran looked out the window gazing at the village thinking about how he will never get used to the city. Aran suddenly saw something big and tall in the bushes. It was the same wendigo that was chasing him through the path. Aran quickly fell over in terror and when he got back up, the wendigo was suddenly gone in an instant. “ Oh lords,” said Aran. The wendigo rushed deep into the forests crossing through the dry trees and the murky puddles towards an abandoned camp. The abandoned camp was full of wendigos either resting or fighting each other for food. Near the big stump sat a tall wendigo with various skulls and aches full of bottles and ashes on his sides. The wendigo held a staff with a large skull. The wendigo went towards the large wendigo and shrieked “ Shouldn’t we attack the village now”. The tall Wendigo stood up and said “ We attack when the sun is dim”. They heard horses coming through the road with knights packed with weapons passing by them. The tall Wendigo screamed in the sky letting every Wendigo know that they would attack the village of Alestra.
( This is only chapter 1 and I'm 13 )

This starts back in early 2021. I had just got into programming Arduino projects (as you can see from previous posts). I was looking for projects to do and stupidly decided to explore on .onion sites forbidden milatery projects and tried to replicate them. I came across this document that I paid $40 in Bitcoin to get. It was a document in both English and Farsi on how to develop an anti-aircraft system for F16s. I don't want to go too much into detail on how the system calulates, analyse and deploys the missiles. Let's just say they were smart in what they did. I was a dumb 15 year old looking to cure my boredom as I had spent the last year in lockdown and needed some excitement. That's when I replicated this thing on a MUCH smaller scale from wood, cardboard and any scrap metal I could find in the garage. I had the mechanism completed, and 1 of 4 logics of detecting an object in airspace. It was a basic ultrasonic radar detection and the servo motors moving to a set area.
This is when things went bad.
I showed off my project to my class on Google Meets in our tutor Times, we would all share what we were doing. I didn't know what I was doing was bad because I didn't know much about the Iraq/Iran war. I was talking to my friends on Discord after online school and I said where I found this project. I then understood ther severity of what I've done. I replicated an illegal piece of Milatery hardware.
My friends told me to do everything to get rid of it. Tather than throwing away my Audrino, I decided to corrupt the microcontroller and return to Amazon where I knew it will surely be destroyed as it was broken stock. I made every excuse to my parents to return my laptop to the place where we got it. It was a brand spanking new laptop that came out late 2020 (when I got it), and destroyed the USB sticks that stored my research, codes, test results and videos in action. I "lost" the phone that I recorded it with, that way my parents won't be as mad. I tried to forget it, but even today, the documents, blueprints and designs are fresh in my mind.
Now present day.
I was interetsed in the project and the weapon. So I decided to research it. I found no results so I used Chat GPT to research it. But when I put in the project name and AAS name, rather then the usual "I am an AI model and can't process this input" bs, it came up with network error, which is fairly uncommon on LAN connection. So now I'm adiment their onto me and it will be time before the police or amry show up and arrest me for espiance or somin. If anything happens, I'll edit this.
TL;DR I built illegal milatery hardware and is about to be arrested any day now. Trust me

Hi all, I (23/f) have been on a journey to getting myself and happiness back and bettering myself. I recently got out of a toxic, stressful, dreadful teaching job and I'm finally enjoying summer. I feel like since last August when I started, I have been at times feeling really cloudy mentally. My students were extremely disrespectful to myself and each other, and on top of that, I was battling with what I now officially know is Chron's disease. I was in and out of the emergency room October through March. All of this stress has lead me to start to slowly lose my joy and energy, and be extremely impatient with my loved ones, particularly my boyfriend who I live with. I would come home exhausted and crying and snap at him at times. I think I was even starting to use alcohol as a way to cope and take my mind away from the stress. A couple weeks ago, we were on a trip to Vegas and I broke a door off the hinge after too many drinks. My boyfriend is literally the most understanding person and we were able to work through it, which at one point I wasn't sure that was going to happen. He has been here through all of my medical and job issues and has not left my side, so I am really upset at myself for mistreating him at times. He must really love me. I am still struggling very much to forgive myself for my actions and better myself. Some days are easier than others. I am seeing my therapist for a second time today, but I know I have not been consistent enough with journaling and mindfulness. I just want to be the same bubbly, level-headed person I was before last August.

I don’t know why but I felt like posting this today for anyone who thinks getting off this shit is impossible. I’m 21 years old now and started smoking fetty when I was 18. Got myself up to a gram a day for over a year. One day I just decided to quit cold turkey and it was the best decision of my life… after going through the first month of hell, things started to look up. I felt like living again… I am living again. Looking back, I don’t regret anything that I did because I know me getting through this bump in the road is only going to make me stronger in life…. Please to anyone reading this and is currently still using, get the fuck off fentanyl unless you want to become another statistic…. Believe it or not, you have people that love you… I LOVE YOU.

So basically I know first of all dropping out of any theatre production is considered bad etiquette and an overall no-no, however I want to explain my situation a little bit and hopefully more understandable to fellow performers. A few weeks ago I signed up to do this play and the team involved are very am-dram and inexperienced in the industry, but plays are so hard to come by, especially plays that tackle themes of queerness so I auditioned and got the part. The play is a two hander and last week we had our first rehearsal and the first Red Flag is that my co-actor was 30 minutes late. Now from training as an actor and other industry gigs I know being late is unacceptable and unfair, especially as I’m travelling far from another city and they are local, however I let it pass once as mistakes happen. This other actor is also very inexperienced and has only done am-dram, again no judgement, some of the best performers I’ve worked with have been am-dram performers. However the second rehearsal they were 40 minutes late and I was starting to get a bit annoyed, as again I traveled so far while they were local, and the train ticket was very expensive. Third rehearsal, they are 2 HOURS LATE. I expressed my immediate annoyance at this as this was not only the third time they were late but making me and the director wait two hours was a breaking point for me. Keeping in mind also our rehearsals are only about 3 hours long. Today was our fourth rehearsal and while they were on time they left the room as they felt they needed air, and they were gone for 45 MINUTES. After this rehearsal I pulled the director aside and I explained that I wanted to pull out as this play is very intimate between us two actors and I wasn’t comfortable performing alongside someone who clearly had other things going on and wasn’t in the right head space. I should also mention that this is an UNPAID production and is only on for one performance. My travel costs are also not being covered so naturally I’m a little annoyed travelling all this way to be on time when my fellow performer can’t do this same. The director was very understanding and lovely but obviously stressed as the show opens in 2 weeks but as it’s only a small one act play (being performed for no profit) and again I’m not being paid I felt like the best decision was to drop out now before I waste anymore time or money. I should add I expressed my annoyance to the director and other creatives about my co-actor being late so this was not a surprise to them when I left. I feel bad but I’m not comfortable performing with someone who has other things clearly going on and I’m giving up a lot of paid work to do this and as we’re living through a cost of living crisis it only seemed the right decision. Would love to hear your thoughts though or if anyone has had similar experiences to this as this is the first time i’ve ever had to do this. (I should add there is also a kissing scene and again I’m really not comfortable with this as my fellow performer is clearly not in a good headspace). I’ve reached a point in my career where dealing with unprofessionalism like this is just not worth my time.

I (15m) and my crush (15m) who I'll call "Michael" just had a fight. me and and Michael have had ab on and off "relationship" since December. it's basically a situationship. Throughout our time together I have become quite familiar with his mom, siblings and stepdad. a few months ago I made a Facebook account and I wanted to see if I could find my crush so I searched his last name. I found multiple accounts with it. This Sunday I went to his house. we had a great time and we're joking around a lot. one of the jokes was ab stalking on social media and I made a joke ab finding his biodad on fb (they are on good terms btw). we were both adding to it and laughing ab it and he never once said he was uncomfortable or anything. and even after the joke had been made he seemed completely fine and we had a great rest of our night today my friend sent him a picture of his dad's fb as Michael had found her dad on snap and wouldn't get rid of him even when she was uncomfortable with that and asked him to. Michael got really upset with me and accused me of stalking and I tried to say I didn't and wasnt and that I thought we were joking. I apologized but he is very clearly upset with me and won't talk to me anymore. I feel really bad now and with him getting so upset, I can't help but feel as tho I'm in the wrong. so what do you think? Am I the asshole? or was his sudden outburst overdramatic?

On Sunday, my car was not starting. When I’d turn the key, all the lights on my dash would light up, the radio and AC would turn on, but the engine wouldn’t turn over.
The car was not making any sounds when I’d turn the key (no rapid clicking, no single click, just silence).
I got it towed to a repair shop, and they were able to start my car on Tuesday and today (Wednesday) with no issues. No repairs needed. The mechanic said there is a “GPS tracker” in my vehicle that may have caused the problem with it starting, but they were unsure if that was the real issue because they could start my car just fine.
Cool cool. I picked it up today and drove it around town— I was able to start it two separate times. Then I drove home, and now it won’t start… again.
Please help— I know nothing about cars. How would a GPS tracker in my car prevent it from starting while I am at the location of my home?

I have never had a good relationship with my dad. I wish I can say that I hate him without feeling guilty, but sometimes I really do feel like I hate him.
Growing up, he was physically abusive to the kids and his wife. He was throwing vases, chairs, tables at us just because someone forgot to cook rice. He claims that he’s changed for the better. At one point, I fell for it. But I realise it now that I can’t trust him at all. Till now, he’s constantly saying “you should be appreciative that I’ve changed for the better”
Anyways, with his supposedly new change, he’s been trying to get close with his kids. In an attempt to mend the broken bond with his daughter, he makes jokes and slaps my butt.
His jokes are not funny and offensive. He said that my boyfriend would leave me for someone else since we’re going through LDR. I trust my boyfriend, but the disrespect from my dad offends me big time.
Other than that, he has been slapping my butt as a joke. I have called him out several times in a calm manner. I admit, I am afraid that I would trigger his past angry self when I called him out.
However today, I was at my grandparents and asleep on one of the beds. Dad thought that it would be a great idea to again, slap my butt to wake me up. I lost it at that point. It didn’t matter to me that he’s this eruptive guy that could potentially throw a chair at my face again. I felt safe shouting at him because I wanted my grandparents to know what horrible person he is.
My grandparents never knew the abuse all of us went through.
** I’m giving him the cold shoulder right now. I think my mum confronted him, but he got upset because he thinks his wife and daughter are “teaming up” against him. Tbh hes fucked up. Hes just getting upset for getting called out lol
Ps - we live in a southeast asian country where its not easy or a norm to move out as soon as we turn 18. Housing is limited where we live, so moving out is not an option.
TL;DR - bad relationship with dad growing up. He claims that he’s changed but is cringey and i hate him even more now. Now is making unfunny and offensive jokes and slapping my butt. Shouted at him, am i too sensitive?