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Hello, dear customers and friends alike!! Today Hassaj has an interesting tale to share with you all today.
It started when Hassaj stepped foot into Markarth after a long journey from Whiterun, Hassaj already got issues from the guards, they started asking if Hassaj was with the Khajiit caravans and if Hassaj was selling Skooma and Moonsugar, it was a redundant question, of course Hassaj is with a caravan and sells Skooma and Moonsugar, but I lied and played innocent, Hassaj still had to pay a small bribe to get in, though.
After getting into the city Hassaj began setting up his business, Hassaj decided to put his headquarters in some old abandoned house (it smelt awful) and began preparing Skooma and Moonsugar spiked drinks and foods.
Hassaj found it easy to find customers, Guards, Commoners and some nobility, the gold was flowing into Hassaj's coffers and business was doing great!
On Hassaj's 5th month there a tragedy struck, the damn Reachroaches attacked my Caravan that was supplying me Moonsugar! Hassaj thought that would be the worst of it but Hassaj was wrong (a rare occurrence). The Reachroaches began attacking anybody on the roads going in or out of the city and the guards were terrible at fighting those pests (Hassaj must admit some of it may have been his fault with the Skooma but that's besides the point). After a couple weeks Markarth sent out an SOS letter to Solitude for aid, it took a few tries but finally a courier survived the trip. Solitude sent a large force to wipe out the pests and with combined forces of Markarth and Solitude they were able to beat the Reachroaches into hiding, I though that would be the end of Hassaj's troubles but Hassaj was swift to find out that Solitude was going to station guards in Markarth and enforce the law!!! Hassaj tried to keep his business hidden but the Solitude dogs started looking around for the source of the Skooma and they found my headquarters!! They instantly pinned it on Hassaj (racially profiled by the way) so Hassaj had to take all his gold and some of his supplies and run!! Hassaj barely escaped the guards but was able to reach the outskirts of the reach and rejoin his caravan! As we were exiting the reach Hassaj and his caravan saw something gut wrenching, it was the Reachroach hideout! We saw the Reachroaches turning into roaches!! Their body's contorted from human to a massive roach! It was such a hideous and gruesome process that Hassaj can't even describe it without puking! But now Hassaj knows the truth, Reachroaches are truly Roaches of the Reach.
Thank you friends and customers for reading this take of Hassaj's trip to Markarth!!
Please buy Hassaj's Moonsugar and Skooma!!
Contact Hassaj in Elsweyr if you need employment!! (Hassaj only hires Khajiit, lesser races are not trustworthy and should be discriminated against at all times unless they buy Khajiit products, then they should just be seems as second class)
Written 4E257 by Hassaj-Dar in Elsweyr

Hey friends,
Today I completed every unit of the language-learning app, Drops. Drops is a vocabulary app with a lot of different language choices. Every day, you are given five minutes to learn your vocabulary using a variety of methods like word-matching and spelling. The vocabulary is split into related units, such family, Christmas, or shopping.
I got a job to teach English in Andalusia nearly two years ago. Problem was, I didn't know Spanish. So I started using Drops' Spanish (Castilian) course to learn basic vocabulary for when I lived there. I no longer live in Spain (sadly) but kept using Drops because I want to achieve higher proficiency in Spanish.
Drops was very helpful and I recommend to people who are looking to improve their vocabulary. It has a huge expanse of vocabulary (I've learned over 3500 words in the app). I also like the pictures it uses to explain concepts with simply translating to English. It even has units for learning pronunciation and the language's script.
There are some things I don't like, though. In order to unlock certain units, you have to complete certain units within the same subject. This means the user may not be able to learn certain vocabulary unless he learns others first. On the other hand, some of the units may not be useful. The longest unit for me was Racing, which had 31 terms (most units only have about 17). Similarly, some units may not apply to the user; for me, the units Gender Transitioning and Extreme Sports don't present super relevant vocabulary. This can be an issue if a more desirable unit is locked behind another, less relevant unit.
All this being said, I consider Drops a useful language-learning resource. Feel free to comment if you have any questions!

True story! I'm 18m doing internship here . New to Chennai and I earn around 12k. I went to marina beach and 3 18-20 year guys came and asked for donation of atleast 1k showing some documents, photos etc. Honestly I haven't even received my first salary yet and even hadn't did lunch that day to save money. I told that but still they asked me 3/4 time(it was nearly forceful) so I said ok I will give 50 rs. While I was paying they again forced to give 100 instead of 50. I paid that and then again when they said to donate 200 I just shouted and they left away. I do give money but that experience they gave made me think twice why I even gave 100 rs.
Today again a girl (around 20 and a guy(30) asked me to give money and that too wasn't a small or one time payment. They were asking me to subscribe me for something for which I have to pay every month and the min. amt. Was around 5k what I could see. I again said that I don't have money now and explained my situation. They didn't forced again thankfully.
Are they legit? And above all why they are asking for such a high amount of money and even to get a subscription? Like they could asked a small amount of contribution and I could have happily gave that but😑...
Have anyone faced the same situation?

Ranged from 1-6 (1 being the best and 6 the worst)

1. Pattern 310= Overall the best. Has most blue on the left hand and a lot of blue on the right hand which stretches out throughout the entire glove. (note this is the only blue gem so far we've seen in game so I could be biased)
   
2. Pattern 221= Left hand has a very clean blue spot near the thumb and it coveres 50%+ of the left glove but it is not the best compared to the others. Where pattern 221 really shines is its right glove. So far it's the best right glove I could find with a clear blue pattern spreading on the entire glove.
   
3. Pattern 31= People called this the number 1 pattern. Overhyped but still very good. Left glove is mostly covered in blue but the right glove has more of a scar pattern than a fully blue one. That's why i put it in number 3.
   
4. Pattern 393= This pattern has an amazing left glove but worse than 31. The right hand overall is very decent with lots of blue near the thumb, but lacking on the knuckles and the bottom.
   
5. Pattern 399= I recon 393 and 399 are pretty the same. 399 have a better right glove because of the bottom side but the top is pretty weak. Left glove is very good on the top but lacks blue on the bottom.
   
6. Pattern 143= Very good left glove having lots of blue top and bottom. Right glove is also decent but has no blue on the bottom and the top seems to be a scar pattern.
   

Overall the best 6 patterns with 120 gloves in total supply. If you manage to find more blue gems let me know and I'll make a more detailed list for the future. Thank you
Ps. Pattern could be caused by a bug so DYOR since it could be re-verted. I CANT ADD SCREENSHOTS THE REDDIT WONT ALLOW ME

So I have a nine month old and let me tell you I enjoy being a mom more than I ever thought I would. Like I wanted to be a mom but I love my daughter in ways i could have never imagined. I take vacation days sometimes because I just want to hang out with her. On the days I work from home (she's watched in home by my in-laws) I look forward to work breaks so I can get my baby kissing in. I love my job and I have a "cool" job but if it had made any financial sense what so ever I would have insisted on becoming a SAHM. I never ever thought I would say anything near that.
I love cooking her food, I love taking her to the park, I love "lazy mom" moments where we just watch Bluey. I do still find it all very difficult (especially figuring out what food to make hehow to play).
But among all this I tell myself I need a hobby. Something outside of work and baby that's my thing. But sometimes I wonder "what if my daughter was my hobby? What if I just devote my quiet moments to being the best mom I can? To making the best meals? To making sure she gets engagement."
Her dad has hobbies. He's a good dad but he has video games and a professional association. If I decide to just be a mom with my spare time I'll become the "default" parent. What would that say about me and my feminist ideals? What example would I be setting for her?

This is a scenario that might not make a lot of sense, but I'll do my best to explain it.I am disciplined, but only if there are external factors.... I think the way I grew up led me to be completely unprepared for real adulthood, where there's not a lot of external stimuli to have discipline.
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I had a 4.0 GPA in high-school, multi-sport athlete, got a full ride to college in division I sports.
In college, I was team captain, got a 3.7 GPA, did plenty of scientific research.
Post-college I got into one of the best programs in the country for my PhD, have had a very successful PhD with multiple papers in high-tier journals.
Now that I am adult in the "real world" (9-5, pets, a partner) I have realized I have ZERO internal discipline.It literally blows my mind that in college I was a full time athlete and student, worked part time and had time to party with friends....
This was only a few years ago! But I also had a set schedule for classes/practice/work, free meals from the dining hall, and no option to not perform..
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What I mean by that is that there was NO option to quit. I couldn't NOT show up for 5 AM workouts, because the entire team would get punished. I couldn't NOT practice, or give it my all because the entire team would suffer and I would let people down. I couldn't NOT get good grades because I needed to be thankful for the opportunity of an education. I couldn't skip class or do poorly on a test because Coach would hear about it and I'd have to do extra workouts or something.Now, today I only have energy to walk my dog 2x a day, go to work and then collapse on the couch after doing chores. MAYBE hang out with a friend once a week. I am not overweight, but I have gained 20 Lbs in the past two years that refuse to leave me. I am doing well at work and have a stable relationship so people just assume I am set but I can't shake the feeling that I am stuck on this couch.
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I want to do more things! I want to run a marathon, I want to learn a new language, I want to travel, I want to start reading again, I want to have a nice body again... I don't want my life to just pass by while I lay on my couch with every day looking the same.Here's the kicker, I set goals, I signed up for the gym and went for a month and haven't been back cause If I don't go who cares? there's no penalty. I keep buying books, but ooh social media is more entertaining and that's what I would rather do so that's it.
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Can anyone give me any advice on how to develop INTERNAL discipline rather than needing external factors? Or how to incorporate external factors now as an adult where there is zero incentive to be and stay disciplined?
If you made it this far thank you.

Hi there, I (28M) am just trying to get some advice on dating. I don't want to bore you all with details, but I have spent most of my life in nearly complete solitude. I never had many friends, and I haven't had any for the past few years. I haven't been on a date in the last decade. I honestly thought I was happier this way, but the truth is I was just dealing with some very severe mental health issues, and just didn't have room in my life for other people. The issues are subsiding, and as they leave I'm starting to realize how painfully alone I am.
I want to get into dating and meeting new people, but I just don't know how. My social skills are severely stunted, and I can't read body language to save my life. I try having conversations with people I meet, but I have no idea what to talk about. I've been told people like to talk about themselves, but my experience has yet to prove that.
Lately I've been afraid that it's just too late for me. Because I never developed social skills, I'm afraid it's too late to even try. I want to date, I really do. I want to find someone who loves me as much as I love them. I'm not looking for a quick fuck, I really want to find companionship. But I'm just so awkward and strange. The last thing I want to do is be a creep, but my while life I feel like people simply don't want me around.
Can anyone share any advice or recommend any resources for me? Or am I right in thinking it is too late, and should just focus on embracing a solitary life. And before anyone recommends bars, I don't drink. And while I don't have a problem with people who do, it seems like it would be an early deal breaker.
Thanks in advance!

Just need to vent about this.
I got a B in Legal Writing II, a class that I thought I was doing very well in considering half the students seemed to be illiterate or not care. My graded papers were 22/25, 23/25, and 25/25 so I was expecting an A in this class. When I saw I received a B I sent an email to the professor a week ago. They just got back and confirmed that I got a 10/25 in participation, which left me with a B.
I am nearly 40 years old arguing over my grade with a professor and administrative staff member who I am pretty sure are both nearly a decade younger than me. I am in no way gunning for a 4.0 to become a SC clerk or whatever, but I am still trying to graduate with the best GPA I can and this has left me just... speechless.
Admittedly, I wasn't very active in the class, but I would have put myself in the middle of the pack in terms of participation. The professor didn't take attendance and I did miss about 3 classes but, still... I am just stunned. It never even crossed my mind that my grade would be in jeopardy of being dropped, let a lone by this much.
What are we doing here with law school grading? I feel like a sucker for paying for this. I now have to show a potential employer this grade that does not reflect my skillset whatsoever because of school policy.

Still going to be getting my name and sex change, but there's been ANOTHER delay. My divorced parents fucking hate each other so it's been near impossible to be able to get them to just sign some forms. Been fighting them to make a couple of signatures and then stop into a notary for OVER A YEAR NOW. It's not that they're not accepting which is one of the most frustrating parts. They're just lazy, don't wanna take the time out of their days and hate each other. Today I finally got them both into the DMV and apparently, the one I chose is by appointment. I went to another DMV in town like 6 or so months ago which wasn't by appointment (just for them to tell my mom she did the forms wrong) so I stupidly didn't check if I needed an appointment for this one. Thankfully they made an exception and got my dad's signature notarized, as well as all the witness signatures done, and now just my mom's needs to be completed which is gonna happen next Tuesday. Still excited that it was happening, but especially in that moment I was extremely frustrated that I couldn't just get it over with already. I'm pissed that it's taken so long to sign a couple of forms. I tried my best not to seem frustrated at the license centre but I couldn't help but feel pissed at yet another setback. Mostly I was just quiet as I didn't wanna be rude, but my mom got pissed that I didn't seem happier. I told her I was frustrated and that it's always just 'one step closer' rather than just being done with, and that all of this should have been completed ages ago. She called me selfish and rude and said I should be grateful that she, my dad and my aunty came to get everything done today. I'm grateful, I'm just frustrated that it's taken so long. I don't feel like it's selfish to feel frustrated with the delays, but I feel shitty about acting out.
Anyways this is more of a vent than anything else, and I'm not particularly looking for any advice since it's almost resolved. Just angry about the situation.

What you'll read relates to my hichhiking experience. I hope it will be helpful. It's my personal experience and data so not all of the tips are supposed to be prescribed for everyone. You can help improve it in the comment section.
1- Choose a straight section of the road,
rather than standing where the road turns. There are two important reasons for this. Firstly, standing at a turning point increases the risk of getting hit by a car that has no visual on you. Secondly, it is the most dangerous spot for cars to stop. It is also best to avoid bridges altogether, including the entrance, on the bridge, and around the exit area. Tunnels are a bad spot for hitchhiking too.
2- Your face is your profile,
so keep it visible. Avoid wearing sunglasses, as drivers need to see your eyes within the brief one or two seconds they have to assess you and decide whether to stop for you or not. Without your eyes being seen, it can be difficult for people to trust you.
3- Stay Hydrated and fresh. Even if you're exhausted and have been waiting for a ride for hours, try not to show a hopeless posture. A tired posture screams: Not fun to travel with! Remember that hitchhiking is an exchange, and drivers often pick up hitchhikers for pleasant conversations. They may be looking to stay awake or simply bored of staring at the road. So what they really don't need is two more eyes staring at the road. It will be awkward he may drop you off sooner. They look for someone to have a cool chat with. When someone offers you a free ride, be generous enough to share some words, stories, or jokes with them.
4- Trust your guts
and Say no to risky rides. While it's not to say that expensive cars never stop, they usually don't. But you don't get to decide who will pick you up. There are cool people driving all kinds of vehicles. From big trucks to SUVs, Old sedans, sometimes fancy cars and even tractors. They will choose you. So stand there and wait for your turn to come. Usually the one who you don't expect will stop for you. You need to filter the bad ones as well. Dangerous drivers are also out there. be ready to say no and reject the creepy ones or the risky rides.
6- Always have an escape plan,
in case something goes wrong. However, being overly insecure can make the driver feel untrusted and offended, which might provoke negative behavior. Stay relaxed and confident, knowing you have an escape plan if needed. What you really need to know is that the driver is the vulnerable one. Cause at least one of their hands will be busy controlling the steering wheel. Their legs are busy down there as well, and they can not get their eyes off the road for a long time. Remember, in an emergency situation, which the driver wants to harm you, or changes the destination without your consent, your left leg will controls the brake, and your left hand will hold the steering wheel, giving you full control of the car and the ability to stop it quickly if necessary.
7- Stand where cars are parked
while waiting for someone to pick you up along the road. Look for parking lots near the road, gas stations, road restaurants, and similar places. Drivers of parked cars will have more time to observe you, analyze you and see your vulnerable humane side and understand that you're just someone in need of a ride, without any harmful intentions.
8- A smile goes a long way.
Don't forget to smile. It breaks the ice and proves useful when interacting with strangers.
9- Avoid standing too close to passing cars
or excessively thumbing for a ride. Someone who intends to pick you up will do so. In my experience, it was often when I stopped caring too much that someone stopped for me. They notice you standing there, so stay calm, enjoy watching surroundings, and trust that your ride will come. Being overly stressed about when your ride will arrive only makes it harder for you to get that ride and also will ruin your experience.
10- When it gets dark hitchhiking becomes challenging, and sometimes you have to walk along the road. Choose the opposite side, the side where oncoming traffic approaches. This way, you'll have a clear view of the cars coming towards you, allowing you time to react if they come too close. Use a blinking light or your phone's screen or flashlight to indicate your presence to drivers. There are applications available with red blinkers or siren lights that can be handy if your phone has enough battery.
Goodluck! Best regards to the asphalt!

Previous Part
Well, things have officially gotten batshit.
When I called Mr. A and told him about the Vagrant’s actions, I could almost hear him go pale. Obviously, he had hoped this would never happen. He told me to say a certain phrase aloud: “Closed for Maintenance.” Just like that, the entire shop shifted. The glass door was covered with an enormous slab of some bizarre material that looked almost like obsidian, and come to think of it, looked an awful lot like a solid form of whatever the Vagrant’s skin was covered with. The same thing happened to the windows, and the lights in the shop turned on automatically. Finally, the warehouse door was sealed by one of the slabs.
There was no doubt in my mind that Mr. A had hoped and prayed this would never happen, but he always expected that it would. Despite his obvious fear, he managed to keep enough composure to tell me that these slabs were created from material taken from one of the Vagrant’s earlier intrusions. Using it, he had been able to create a full system that would drive the creature out. Then he told me with some hesitation that it was time for me to meet “Them.” Now, this was the first time he had decided to give them an actual name. According to him, they were called “the Proprietor.” Despite their innocent-sounding name, I had the sense that I had to be on my guard when it came to dealing with them, something Mr. A confirmed. “You’ve dealt with eldritch things before, lad, but trust me when I tell ya, this bloke’s on a different level. I can’t stress these instructions enough, lad: don’t ask them anythin’. Just listen, then wait until they’ve finished speaking. They’ll know why you’re there, and they’ll give ya answers, but they won’t be comfortin’.”
Well, I got what Mr. A was talking about after he had given me the instructions on opening a door to the Proprietor’s world. I’m not allowed to disclose how I made it appear, but a door that the shop previously didn't have appeared behind me. On it was a sign that read, “Proprietor’s Office. Staff Only. Violators Will Be Terminated.” A faint droning noise emanated from the other side. Cerberus gave a small whine, and I just pet his head and smiled reassuringly, though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling nervous as well. I slowly placed my hand on the doorknob, then turned and opened it.
How do I best describe what I experienced there? I think the best word I can use is, “contradiction.” Imagine an infinitely large room with no color, yet somehow brighter than the Sun. The droning noise I heard from the other side of the door continued, but it was joined by a deafening screech.
Then the noise changed to words. I could hear them suddenly speaking in my head. It pierced my mind, speaking in nonsensical phrases that I could somehow comprehend. They had no voice and every voice. Like I said, “contradiction.” Bear in mind, the speech of this being is similar in structure to the Pr’mAtrian. Same as them, the Proprietor seems to be unable to translate their words into fully comprehensible human language so this is the best I can do. The following is the best translation I can provide.
You/Manager entered/were invited here to understand/know how to kill/evict Vagrant/Vandal and protect Investment/Property/Shop. We/the Proprietor know/remember It/Vagrant. It/Vagrant is/isn’t. Vagrant/Vandal was/is created from nothing/Void. It/Vagrant is/isn’t happy/angry/hates Us/You/Everyone for Existing/Being/Living. Vagrant/Vandal wants to Deface/Break/Kill You/Us/Everything for Having Form/Life. Use/Fire Gun/Tool. Not Easy/Simple. Gun/Tool useful against Living/Undead/Existent People/Folks. Vagrant/Vandal does/doesn’t exist/live. Kill/Break Living/Physical Prison/Form/Jar and put Nothing-Vagrant in Prison/Form/Jar. Bring/Deliver Jar to Us/the Proprietor. That is all/Thank you/Back to work.
This is all approximate; I have a clearer picture of what I need to do in my head. So basically, I need to kill the physical form of this thing, then seal it in something that they gave me. It looks like a puzzle box (if Hellraiser comes to mind, I don’t blame you; I thought the same.) Why they didn’t do this for previous owners is beyond me. I reported back to Mr. A, and he was as surprised as I was. Still, he told me to keep the gun and box close at hand. Strange as the Proprietor was, I found myself trusting it. I had the impression that if it saw me as a tool or puppet, it could have easily taken over my mind, used me to kill the Vagrant rather than instructing me how to.
I have a feeling that things are really coming to a head soon, though. Just two hours ago, I got a call. Before I could answer, an enraged voice snarled, “You spoke to them, didn't you, you little shit?! I couldn't sense you for hours! I was starting to think you’d gotten so scared you decided to finish the job yourself! What did they tell you?!”
I stayed quiet, instinctively reaching for the gun. ”What. Did. They. Tell. You?!” it demanded again through clenched teeth, all arrogance and mockery gone. Still I said nothing. It shrieked, “Damn it, tell me or I’m going to carve you into tiny pieces and make your dog fucking eat them!” “You sound scared,” I replied coldly and with a hint of mockery of my own. There was silence on the other end. Then my right ear erupted in pain as the Vagrant screeched furiously. I dropped the phone and fell, clutching my ear which was ringing with tinnitus. Cerberus rushed to my side and began nudging me. Once the pain began to subside the sound of high, deranged laughter sounded from the phone’s speakers. Then I heard a sound that chilled my blood more than this sadistic creature’s laughter, something that made all three of Cerberus's heads begin barking and growling. It was sealed up, but I could hear it all the same.
It began knocking from inside the warehouse where I first saw it, all while the phone kept broadcasting its laughter.

Hello! I am a 29 year old female from Australia Perth. I am looking for advice on everything I need to get work on super yachts as a stewardess? Perth there are no training academy’s for this they are all over East on the other side of the country. Is there places in Europe or near the next season location that have great training schools? Or places people would recommend?
I am looking at doing it in the next couple months and understand the season in the Mediterranean is almost over, so given the time any tips of where I should get myself to to have the best chance for the next season?
I have been hairdressing for the past 10 years working for myself the last 2 years but in between worked for almost a year in a house keeping position (because of covid) away from home and actually loved it! Along with this have worked in hospitality/kitchens. I love working with and being around people. Meeting people from all walks of life excites me so much! I understand the work will be hard but I am prepared for that.
I have googled alot and end up going around in so many circles So any advice and help would be amazing!
Thanks so much in advance

Background info: We've (27F and 28M) been together 5 years, and married for 3 years. No kids and no plans for them, but we have 1 dog that I brought to the relationship (and I care for the majority of the time). We both work full time. We have similar commutes (theirs is ~10 mins longer each way), but I am able to telework 1-2 days/week, depending on what I have going on. We each deposit 40% of our paychecks into a joint account for household bills, the other 60% goes into our personal accounts.
Since we got married and both started working full time, I've found myself taking on more and more of the household duties. Now it feels like I'm the one that is doing all the work for our shared life. I plan and cook all the meals (sometimes, partner will say "X" sounds good). I also do the majority of lawncare, laundry, and housecleaning. I am also responsible for taking out the trash, including cleaning bad food out of the fridge.
A typical day goes like this: we wake up at the same time. Partner starts getting ready for work; I let the dog out and start cooking breakfast for us. Partner leaves for work; I rush to get ready for my job. We both work 8 hours (which ends up being 8.5 hrs for me and 9 hrs for them because their work requires 1 hour lunch break). I get home ~30 mins before my partner, so I start preparing dinner (note: I almost always cook from scratch; these are not frozen, pre-made meals). After we eat dinner, my partner will go sit on the couch and watch TV to unwind/decompress while I put away leftovers, including putting portions away for lunches, and clean up the kitchen. What happens after that depends on the day. Sometimes I will mow the lawn, other times I will clean around the house or start laundry. It feels extra maddening because they have the energy to chat on the phone with family and shop online (which creates a lot of trash from the boxes and packaging that I usually end up having to breakdown and throw away or else the rubbish just accumulates in piles around the house).
On the off chance I convince my partner to help, they complain and blame me when it's a difficult task or if they can't find the right supplies.
Overall, I feel extremely burnt out and more like a caretaker than a partner in an adult relationship. It's very sad to me because early in our relationship, I felt like they were eager to show me love in the ways I enjoy (i.e., thoughtful gifts and quality time). Now I don't really get either of those. I feel lucky to get a genuine thank you.
I am expected to sacrifice and sacrifice, but there's a stunning lack of reciprocity. Maybe I just grew up in a household where we all pitched in to help one another, so the concept of asking someone to carry their weight feels odd. I'm not sure how to approach the conversation. To make matters worse, a few weeks ago they basically told me they were disappointed in our sex life and I don't "excite" them anymore. While they didn't want to divorce based on that, they said they were "grieving" something they didn't realize they would have to miss out on in a relationship with their life partner.
TL;DR my partner has stopped contributing to household duties without being told to help and said they are unhappy with our sex life. I am getting very burnt out, sad, and self esteem is in the gutter. Would I be wrong to issue an ultimatum that they either help me or I won't be cooking/cleaning for them anymore?

My dad suddenly decided that he doesn’t want my guinea pigs in the house anymore. Instead of being nice and understanding and talking to me about it, he went behind my back and offered to pay my brothers to get rid of them without even telling me. He doesn’t see them as real pets and I can’t convince him that they deserve respect as living, breathing animals. I find it hypocritical since he owns two dogs that he obsesses over and coddles, how are they any different from my guinea pigs? I told him he has no right to do that and that I should be responsible since they belong to me and I want to make sure they go to a good home. He then he gave me some big spiel about how I don’t get privacy til I move out and he pays the mortgage so that means I get no privacy. Why even have kids if you’re not going to treat them with basic decency? I can’t understand it. I’m 19 years old by the way.

Hi Folks,
Road works done on a road near me had put down stone chippings
This was in a 50kph zone - through a little village.
There was no stone chippings signage - reduce speed signage nor works in progress signage - nada - nothing at all!
I've after getting a cracked/chipped headlight, and loads of damage to the paint on the front and side of my car after someone in an Audi Q5 flew around the bend where the chippings were and flung it at me. I don't think he knew the roadworks/chippings were there.
I phoned the county council and they have told me none of their crew were in the area today. (the chippings/road works weren't there when I drove to work this morning) I feel like they are lying / fobbing me off?
Can I claim against the council for the damages? Does this go through your car insurance or am I better yet getting onto a solicitor. I genuinely don't have the funds to get the damage fixed myself, my service is coming up and that's always expensive..
Anyone who has claimed against the council, could you let me know what the outcome was?
TIA.
Edit:
County Council rang me back and told me to email their claims Dept. With photos of the damage and any evidence to support the claim. Should I first get my car damage assessed before sending on the photos and video of the road in question? (I took a video as proof of no road signage before ringing just incase they went back out with the signs)
TIA.

Someone suggested the CBS show called So Help Me Todd and as a Psych fan, I'm really enjoying it! It's obviously no where near as amazing as Psych lol, but it's got a similar vibe, great chemistry between the main leads, entertaining side characters, well thought out cases and is a fun watch.
The premise is Todd, a PI with some off screen issues with his license (no, it's not out back in the Cessna) who starts to work for his mom's law firm as a detective for her cases. It's got the same procedural structure, interesting family dynamics, an off limits love interest etc etc. I swear the lead has actually seen Psych bc some mannerisms are very Shawn and there was one quote that seems verbatim.
I'm only like 4 eps in so if it takes a turn for the worse, then my bad. But I like it so I wanted to let y'all know too!

Sir David
Sir David suppresses a sigh. He couldn't say he hadn't been expecting a conversation like this. He gestures to a nearby bench and sits down, leaving Ariane room to scoot in next to him.
"Well firstly, I'd say you're my wife now. My surname does sound nice on you. A bit faster than I wanted to move perhaps, but let's call it a battlefield promotion."
Ariane offers him a half hearted smile. "Except I fled that battlefield like a little girl with her tail tucked between her legs. If I am your wife then my place is next to you. I can fight. You know I can fight David."
"Darling, in the end I'm the trained combatant in the family, and getting you out of the line of fire was my absolute first priority. This isn't to doubt your abilities, I think you're perfectly capable of defending yourself, but you don't have an Undaunted brand for thermal protection against a race known for fighting with fire, or any other covert protection. Nor are you an adept. You're immensely physically strong, far stronger than me even at your reduced size... but you're not a killer my dear... and I am."
Sir David sighs for real this time, but doesn't move his gaze from Ari's eyes. He had to meet her head on with this sort of thing. Take wife by the horns if you will.
"I don't want you to be a killer. It's my profession, I have no shame in it, for I end the lives of wicked people so good folk can sleep soundly at night. I did so on Earth, I do so now. I put myself at risk to protect the people I care about. My children. My grandchildren. My wife... and now my wives."
Sir David gently takes Ariane's hand, their fingers interlacing naturally.
"So if given a choice to ensure you're as safe as you can be, even if it means putting me at more risk... I'll always take the option that means you are as safe as possible. Even if that costs me my life. That's my promise. My oath. My duty was to Queen and country, and now to the Undaunted... but I took those oaths for Mary, my children... and now you."
Ariane nods softly, clearly still a bit upset.
"I ah... I understand, I think. I suppose I'm a bit upset with myself more than I'm upset with you. I was just... so scared. Even as I was incredibly, violently angry I was terrified... and the relief I felt when I ran was... shameful to a degree. Leaving you to die maybe. It hurt me a lot, like a razor was tearing at my guts. I just thought about what I'd do if you died or got hurt because I wasn't there and I-"
Tears start to well up in Ariane's eyes just a touch and David wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in a bit closer.
"There, there. I didn't die. Nor was I going to. Not to trash like that. Nor is fear a shameful thing. Fear is a natural response. I get scared. Captain Bridger gets scared. Even Cannidor get scared at times. Usually of me or Captain Bridger in my experience. Anyone who says they feel no fear is a liar, a fool, or psychotic. Or quite possibly all three. Soldiers train to overcome their fear to accomplish significant things... but you my dear aren't a soldier."
David caresses Ariane's back, stroking down her spine and drawing a sigh from her as she relaxes a bit, tension bleeding out of her body.
"You need to master your fear just enough to flee smartly, summon help, barricade yourself, or as a last measure, fight. Which you did today. Just like you did on the Talasar Spire when you saved all those children. You're quite the heroine from just doing those things you know? You don't need to do more. Nor, if my preferences at all matter, would I wish you to. You're a beautiful soul to me Ari. I adore how fresh and bright you are about the things in the world you love. I want you to focus on that. Focus on being a joy to this galaxy... and to me. Instead of worrying about the profession of arms that is not your own."
Ariane sniffles a bit, then plants a kiss on David's cheek. "You know, you play the hard, tough, man, with that almost piratical swagger of yours... but you're just an old softy aren't you?"
"Guilty as charged my dear."
"I uhm. I think I'd still like to learn how to shoot. Or something. Just be better able to defend myself... and our children."
"Heh. Well I think we can take care of that... though I'll note that wasn't at all subtle Ari."
Ariane leans over again and kisses David hard on the mouth this time, her tongue briefly tangling with his and leaving him breathless.
"No. That wasn't subtle. I fully intend to reward my knight for gallantly protecting me, and you'll see just how unsubtle I can be David Forsythe."
"I'll look forward to it then. To close the loop on our previous conversation though. You know that if you had been even a talented markswoman with a pistol I'd have still sent you running at the earliest circumstance right?"
Ariane nods, nearly knocking one of her horns against David's head.
"I understand."
David gives her another gentle kiss on the cheek.
"Capital. Like I said, even if you're capable, your best defense is avoiding a fight entirely. You should only fight if you absolutely must. That's why I fought in the court yard. Not because I could win, but because we didn't have a clear or safe avenue of escape. As soon as we had such an avenue I got you out, and were I alone I'd have fought a fighting retreat to follow you in hopes of moving to a more defensible location. Or getting help from the wardens of the Inner Shrine."
"Which is exactly the type of behavior I have to beat into new recruits." Comes the now familiar smoky voice of Miri'Tok, as the click of her heels on stone announce her return to the room.
"I'm terribly sorry about the wait, police procedure is tedious, even for clear cases of self defense. David I'm told you have a bounty hunting license, so you'll be receiving some credits for their heads. Not extremely bad girls, save the boss, but bad enough to be worth some money. The local police are paying out a bonus for the living ones. That blue haired girl apparently won't shut up; she's rolling on her old boss so enthusiastically they had to bring a synth in to transcribe it all. It's going to be a busy couple of days for the capital district police force."
David nods. "Take half for yourself would you? I hardly need the credits and you did the lion's share of the dangerous work, I just had a little target practice."
Miri'Tok laughs. "Ah the sheer gall on your husband Ariane, a little bit of target practice he calls it. Some of the cleanest shooting I've seen in years with gangsters with rap sheets that combined stretch from here to orbit and it was just a bit of target practice! Hah!"
Ariane and David join in the laughter this time, the room returning to a hospitable warmth as Miri'Tok seats herself on a bench near the couple.
"I must compliment you as well Ariane." Miri'Tok says, orienting herself more squarely to the Agela.
"Me? What did I do?"
"You kept your head in a dangerous situation and didn't go to pieces like a great many women would have. This is a great deal of credit to your name. Even Apuk civilians, socialized to violence from birth, can go to pieces when real violence is forced upon them."
David nods.
"More or less what I was saying dear, you did a splendid job getting us help. If things had gone a bit more poorly, it's help we would have direly needed too."
Ariane's smile returns to her face like dawn for David, warming the room up even further as she snuggles a bit closer to him.
"Well if you're both telling me that, who am I to argue?"
Miri'Tok chuckles, and rises. "I'm afraid I must actually return to my duties, I've lingered longer than I intended. I'll take you down the hall and leave you with the Wardens in their ward room. Nar'Jan and the girls have been preparing an impromptu victory party for you both. Just a little toast, then one of the girls will give you the full tour of the war shrine. You're both welcome in the Inner Shrine whenever you please, so please come back while you're on Serbow and they'll gladly receive you."
Miri'Tok turns to leave, only to be stopped by Ariane tugging on her sleeve. When the Apuk warrior turns, Ariane holds up her communicator.
"Before you go let's exchange contact information. I really enjoyed our time with you, and I know David did as well. Perhaps we can meet again soon? Without another fight preferably."
"Oh!" Miri'Tok gets that same dusky tone that David associates with a blush in Apuk.
"I uh. I'd like that. Perhaps dinner or something? I know some great places to eat in the city."
"Sounds wonderful, I'll send you David's contact information later once I have a minute."
"I ah. Thank you. I'll look forward to it."
Miri'Tok offers a bow from the waist and quickly hurries away, the echo of her heels fading down the corridor.
David raises an eyebrow and looks over at Ariane.
"You know, when you said you were going to show me how unsubtle you could be, I was expecting something a bit more... intimate shall we say."
"So let the knowledge that things can get even more forward make you wonder at what tonight holds when we get back to the Tear."
David chuckles, caught entirely off guard with the sexual aggression from the normally demure Ariane.
"You're showing me all sorts of sides of yourself today Ari. Still, that really was a bit too forward wasn't it?"
Ariane cocks her head, giving David a slightly confused look.
"What? She's an excellent candidate for a third wife. Better to preempt her asking a bit so we can take the time to discuss it, and it doesn't hurt to put the welcome mat out when to my eye she's so accomplished and so obviously interested. Plus she'd be a good recruit for the Undaunted from her decorations. She's a very skilled warrior even if she's not a battle princess. Though she might be a princess. You never know. She's not wearing a crown, but apparently a lot of the battle princesses in service to the Imperial military skip the crowns outside of formal occasions, instead only going by their ranks."
Another eyebrow raised, a common thing when Ariane was in the mood to surprise David it seems. "Where did you learn all that? I haven't the foggiest about how to read Apuk decorations."
Ariane shrugs. "When I finished that book about your unit back on Earth, Eastern Approaches, I read a book or two on contemporary Apuk martial culture. I thought it might come in handy."
"So what does your reading tell you about Miri'Tok?"
"Well as she said she's an Apuk Imperial Marine. She started as an enlisted woman, and has done a century of service at least. She's done at least a dozen combat deployments, and numerous space deployments. The difference being specifically going to a conflict zone, and floating around on an Apuk Imperial Navy vessel looking for trouble.”
Sir David doffs an imaginary cap. “An activity I heartily approve of.”
Ariane rolls her eyes with a smile before continuing.
“She has five wound medals, an even dozen valor medals in varying grades and has been named as a member of an Imperial martial order. Knights for lack of a better word. Not all that dissimilar from you really if you'd had another forty years with the Royal Marines and SAS. Then there's a variety of competence awards that aren't as important. Suffice to say, Miri'Tok is very good at what she does."
"Hmmm. Yes I could see that in the fight, and you think she's interested in me?"
Ariane rises, and saunters the step or two to David slowly, placing her hands on his shoulders and leaning down to kiss him deeply.
"Darling, from her axiom she's single. From what she tells us about how her family treats men and views sorcerers, you're literally one in a billion... and she got to fight alongside you. I've heard Ghorza Bridger crowing about getting to fight side by side with the Captain at a bar on the promenade after the Talasar Spire with the same enthusiasm most girls save for a once in a lifetime present or getting pregnant. I also could tell that her shield sisters were green with envy. Well. Greener than normal anyway. If Miri'Tok wasn't interested, I'd be worried she'd hit her head in the fight. Plus her body always seemed to be facing you, except when she was speaking directly to me."
Ariane stands back up and tucks some of her hair back into place, with an exaggerated attempt at a glamorous, flirtatious pose..
"Well, with such a gifted potential candidate it wouldn't exactly be a hardship to share. I'll just have to take solace in the fact that I'll always have a bigger rack than her."
David's eyes naturally drift downwards from her face, considering the rack in question, only for a slightly embarrassed Ariane to stick a finger up to direct his attention back upwards before covering her reddened face with her hands.
"My horns David. I meant my horns. I have bigger horns than she does."
It takes every fiber of discipline he's ever possessed for David to suppress the cheeky grin that desperately wanted to plaster itself across his face, and to tame the school boy giggle fit he so dearly wanted to have. He stiffens his upper lip like a proper British gentleman and manages to dryly respond.
"Well my dear, let's not talk about other women. You have a fantastic rack and I look forward to appreciating it later tonight."
Ariane shoots him a look, clearly over acting her slight embarrassment into mock outrage, playing along with her husband easily.
"Now you're doing it on purpose!"
"Yes, but you're cute when you're flustered."
"You're impossible David Forsythe!"
"That I am Mrs. Forsythe."
Ariane chuckles, and leans over, planting another gentle kiss on his lips.
"And I wouldn't have it any other way."
First Last

So I'm 29 and have generalized anxiety disorder.
I've been paying more attention to my blood pressure recently because I've always had "white coat hypertension" and been wanting to make sure it's not always as high as it is at the doctor's.
I went to the eye doctor recently and when they took me BP it was 160/100 lmao. I was near a panic attack because doctors give me very high anxiety, but this spooked me good. Now the mere act of taking my blood pressure gives me anxiety.
I've been trying to monitor at home and have gotten some higher readings.
I'm using wrist monitor which I've been told aren't super accurate.
My readings this morning taken one hour after waking up:
133/89 140/90
Are these high enough that I should be going and considering getting on medication? I'm fat (6' 0", 270) but have been working on changes. I've lost 25 pounds over the past year and am still going.
I'm really hesitant to get on meds because to be honest I just hate being on any kind of meds.
I also like to drink coffee every morning and drink a few beers throughout the week and worry meds would make me change my lifestyle too much.
So I know y'all aren't doctors and can't give actual medical advice, but if you were me, what's the play here?

My GF and I (both 25- together 2 years) just graduated college and we went back to my families farm out of state because they wanted to celebrate our graduation and we wanted to house shop anyhow. GF has met my parents multiple times but hasn't met anyone else in the family and everyone was going to be here. We were given the downstairs guest bedroom. I guess this was an eye opener for me as to how my GF is. I already knew she wasn't big on crowds but I didn't expect it to go like this.
So, my family is semi-large I guess. I have 4 siblings. They all have kids. I then have my 3 aunts and 2 uncles and their significant others. And there are 2 family friends here. One is my sister's best friend and the other is a mTf transgender "Jackie" that I've known since LONG before her transition (back when she was married to her wife/mother of her children). I've noticed that most of my GFs issue is with Jackie. Not for any other reason aside from her being extremely invasive and will follow you around engaging you in 20 different conversations at once and doesn't exactly know boundaries. She just never, ever stops talking honestly. And between her and the family dogs, my GF is becoming like.. pissed almost.
So basically every morning when we wake up (being woken up by the dogs because the door is busted and they come in the room to jump on us at 5-6am) we will go out to get coffee and Jackie immediately corners my GF to engage her in conversation. To a point where my GF has been looking at me in the morning and saying "get the fucking dogs out of here" and if I asked if she wants coffee, it's a "I'd rather not be ear r*ped as soon as I wake up, thanks". And now, whenever Jackie comes near us or to our doorway to talk, my GF has been "checking out" and refuses to even look at Jackie. She will turn the other way, for instance. It's embarrassing. We are only here a few more days so I told her "you better not embarrass me. Please suck it the fuck up for 3 more days". She immediately snapped at me and told me that she's put up with this "BS" for over a week and when we get back home she's considering leaving because "she can't be with someone with a family so fucking invasive. Who tf talks someone's ear off from 6am to 11pm every fucking night?". She also went off about the disrespect because they don't even try to prevent the dogs from waking us up. They laugh it off. So I said "Do what you want but don't fucking embarrass me when we are here." She's been taking off during the day and won't answer my calls/texts.