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So, what happened is last night I got a phone call and found out that my grandfather has passed away. It’s a big deal to me because we were very close, and another elderly family member has been taking care of him and I hate for her to be alone during this time. I’m very upset, but holding it together and my boyfriend is just having no empathy for my situation. I’m coming to terms with the fact that certain aspects of our relationship are unhealthy but I really just need some outside perspective if I’m overreacting or expecting too much.
Since I told him he hasn’t asked for any further details, so all he knows is simply that he’s passed. He’s avoided the topic entirely and even went so far as to get up and take a shower if I even mentioned it. I know it’s not just out of him not knowing how to handle death because he’s also deliberately setting off my anxiety.
He’s refused to hug me, touch me, sit next to me, or really even look at me or take off his headphones for a day. I’ve been on and off the phone figuring out how to get time off work, flights, etc, and was actually fired from my shitty job for even asking for a couple days to fly out. He didn’t even want to talk to me about that.
Later on he flat out told me that he wants no part in it, that he can’t tell me what to do and I needed to figure it out. He said he doesn’t feel like supporting me emotionally, or otherwise so don’t bother asking. (not paraphrasing here) He gets really crazy about me leaving the house for any reason, even to smoke a cigarette, and will ignore me for hours/days leading up to me leaving the house sometimes if I catch him in a bad mood. I always end up feeling guilty because I think it’s like abandonment trauma separation anxiety and he’s really nice to me when i stay home all the time.
I just don’t know what to do anymore. I made flights anyway because i’m exhausted and I want to be with my family but I don’t know how i’m going to be able to handle seeing everyone, processing the loss, while having my partner ignore me the whole time i’m there. He did this when i visited him the last time and i ended up cutting my trip short because I kept having panic attacks.
i know i need to stand up for myself or at least communicate about this but i just don’t know how to go about it. what should i say/do during and after this trip?

Don’t know if this is the right place but figured might as well.
Trying to finally push myself to try and write and maybe even publish one of the many ideas I’ve had rolling through my brain. Thinking about going with this one because it’s pretty simple
Setting: Zombie Apocalypse, multiple years after the event; the desert mesas and valleys of the American west, Arizona and New Mexico area. Going through the mesas, shanty towns, abandoned towns and cities, old military outposts, and actually active areas on occasions.
Character(s): a man who had been living out in the caves and valleys who has developed a split/dual(/I’m-not-a-psychologist-so-super-sorry-if-I’m-WAY-off) personality from a mixture of isolation, stress, and some head trauma, one half is slightly excitable and a little manic as is a man who spent several years alone in the apocalypse while the other is actually calm, low speaking and potentially psychotic. The manic half is mainly focused on surviving, living comfortably in their cave home and trying to be friendly and amicable to the few strangers they get. While the other is the one who… simply wants to kill zombies, they drag the shared-body into areas with a bit more zombies while scavenging just to kill more zombies, and is even the one that may have convinced the other to kill other humans rather than negotiate when confrontations went south. But the thing about them is that they are both active and functioning at the same time and as far as they/the brain are/is concerned, they are actually two separate people with separate bodies who just seem to spend a lot of time together. But there is something associated with the other personality, an old hockey goalie mask with a red handprint decorating it. The manic personality is known to set the mask on a rock, a countertop, or even a chair and speak to it during times of rest as if someone was there.
Plot: Starts off is simple and stock standard survival in the zombie apocalypse. But after some time a seeming wave of zombies had overrun the area, running our main character(s) out of their home and the shanty towns nearby occupied by other survivors. Our boy(s) head in the direction the horde came from thinking that it would be better than trying to hide and let the wave past or just continue to run away from it. While doing this they come across the many apocalyptic monuments and signs that are so common, graffiti talking about everyone dying, hiding from the swarm/wave, signs of small and recently abandoned shanty towns. But something catches their eyes, multiple signs directing a woman called Alice. The manic one decides to just ignore it. But the other takes an interest. Their curious about this Alice individual. And they convince the manic personality to follow the signs to finally meet up and live with other survivors potentially. But there’s another objective with the other personality. For every other time they come across a sign directing Alice they make the statement “I want to meet Alice.”
The plot would basically follow the journey through an apocalypse that suffered a much smaller secondary apocalypse. Them exploring, fighting, scavenging, talking back and forth and arguing with themselves and even interactions with other survivors. Both friendly and hostile. As they walk around as a man in an old, red handprinted hockey talking to himself in one upbeat and happy voice and one low, slightly growly and monotone one. Jumping back and forth acting rather normal if excited and coldly killing zombies with a bit more fervor than would be considered acceptable.
Yeah it’s super basic but figure it’d be a nice and easy going start for me.

This is a rant/vent but if you’ve got anything to say, you’re good to comment it. i don’t mind and i appreciate advice. Nothing about tulpamancy, please. I’ve tried.
fictive. i miss source. i miss my boyfriend. every time i see something remotely related to him, i think, “oh, i should show this to Matt, he’d love it,” and realization hits me like a truck. Every once in a while, i’ll wake up and expect him to be sitting next to me.
And he’s just never coming back. I’ve been around for half a year and it still kills me. I feel like i’m supposed to be getting just a little bit better by now, but nothing’s changed. The worst part may be that he never really existed. I’m just a piece of a person and he’s just a false memory. Our brain made him up and this grief over a false person is killing me
I try to ignore it so much. All the time. But god, I don’t want to forget him. I don’t want to move on. I don’t know if i even want to feel better. I just want to go home. i want everything back. i want my home and my friends and my boyfriend back. I want to go back.

There was a power outage on a Via Rail train from Montreal (my wife was on it they were in the heat for over 2.5 hours with no air circulation and couldn't open the doors for security reasons - it was a mess with no plan they were being told by staff at one point to find a ride from Alexandria because they didn't know what would be happening).
Via took a train heading to Montreal to pull them into the Alexandria station before continuing on its way (about 2 hours later) then they found a way to connect the following train that had been heading towards Ottawa (which took over an hour) to pull it the rest of the way. But all that to say, there will be double the usual number of passengers because the train scheduled to arrive at 6:35 p.m. and the one at 9:02 p.m. will both arrive at the same time - .
There will likely be surge pricing and lots of (though probably angry) passengers willing to pay more than usual to get home since many should have arrived 5 hours earlier.

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After tomorrow’s US holiday, my precious 4MO will start daycare. I’ve been back to work a month. It’s been hard going back. Originally, he was going to start in Aug- I currently WFH. My mom was to help us until then. I cannot work well with him and my mom around. My mom is driving me nuts and all I want to do is spend time with my son. I can’t get into the work zone. We got a call about an opening in June so we’re taking it. Since he was born, I’ve probably spent the equivalent of 3 days away from him (broken up in hours for errands etc).
I’m going to miss him so much. Seeing him when I want. Experiencing his smile though out the day. Knowing every little moment because he’s nearby. He’s my greatest joy.
I know millions of women do it. But I’m so distraught. I feel guilt because someone else will be spending most of his awake time with him and it’s not me- his mom. I won’t be the one to sooth his tears. Hell- I won’t even know when he’s crying. I spent so much of my life making my career and now I’d kill to have a partner with a salary to let me stay home and care for him. It’s bizarre. This new version of me is so surprising.
I’m going to spend my MD cuddling him, being super present and likely doing a ton of crying. I’m not ready for this but it’s happening. 💔

Hello all, it’s been around five or six months since I last post it on the sub. I found this community when I was going through a traumatic experience with my burn. I had a second-degree superficial partial thickness, burn if I remember correctly. I was brought to a level one trauma center at the time which was the burn center and from there took a flight the next day to go back home and was fortunate enough to have my mom to kind of nurse me back to health. It was during this time that I couldn’t really find a lot of resources or people to talk to about the level of pain or worries I was going through and my concerns about infection. I wasn’t sure if I could get into see a doctor that specializes in Wound care and didn’t want to go back to the emergency room and get all of those costs. (Fortunately I found a doctor eventually that was covered by my insurance…America😮‍💨). But it was this community that really kept me sane and reminded me I wasn’t going through it alone. Even though I had my family around, none of them had ever experienced anything like this and I would post another subreddits like ask nurses or ask doctors, and nobody would respond to my posts and maybe even down vote them if I remember. But it was this community that was here for me and I’ll never forget that.
I just want to say thank you to everyone here and thank you to the people that responded to me. For your kind words, your own stories and pictures, and for showing kindness.
I wanted to post a collage of photos on the progression of my burn from the day it happened to around 2 1/2 months out. It happened in September and the last photo in the slide is from November around Thanksgiving. I can only show 50 photos but I think that’s more than enough. To anyone that may come across this. I hope these photos show you that you will get better. It’s gonna look and feel worse before it gets better and that first shower where you have to clean the wound with soap/water (at least as I was advised) is going to be some significant pain and you’re going to ooze, which is something they don’t warn you about but…. You will survive and hopefully you can find the right words to keep you going like I did hear. Again, thank you all.
~A bit of a trigger warning~
https://imgur.com/a/C525RPd

Nobody told me that getting pregnant would make me be isolated. Since i stopped going to work till now, 4mo pp, ive been mostly alone in my house, the most i have is my mom to talk to mundain things, i also talk to my bf but its not the same and he works till late. I only have one friend but its really hard to meet him.
So im mostly all alone at home without talking with no one, with no one to vent, with no one to talk about stupid things, its just quiet. I love spending time with my baby, but he isnt an adult, he barely does anything.
So yeah, i started to talk to myself since i dont have anyone to talk to, i stay up at night, even tho i will have to get up early in the morning to feed him, just to be for once on my own and have some sense of socialization on reddit...yeah im going insane.

Have you ever had the experience of swearing you saw something at the edge of your vision, peering at you from around a corner before? I’m fairly sure a good chunk of people have, maybe even you reading this right now. Regardless of whether you’re in a crowded area such as a mall or school, or home by yourself, you’ve more than likely had that strange sensation of being watched, usually accompanied by a slight shiver down your spine. You’ll snap your head up from whatever it is you’re doing, or whoever you’re talking to. And nothing will be there. But, you always swear that, at the very edge of your vision, you saw something. A slight blur, as if something was there, but seemed to anticipate your move, and pulled back out of sight. I’m fairly certain most of you just end up shaking it off. You shake your head, telling yourself that nothing was there, and go back to what you were doing.
That’s a good thing. Because it’s what keeps you safe. It’s what keeps you alive.
Like many of you, for years, I always wrote seeing the slight blur at the edge of my sight off as a trick of my eyes. “Being so focused on one particular area that the rest of your vision goes fuzzy” as my mother once told me when I, as a child, told her I’d seen something at the doorway to my bedroom. And as I grew older, I simply took it as fact, the way every child takes their parent’s wisdom to heart. And once I became an adult, I simply waved it away completely.
That was, until one night.
You see, as a thirty-something year old bachelor who makes just above the line of adequate pay, I live by myself in a small, one bedroom apartment. It means having to live farther out from the city where I work, but I prefer living alone over not having to make the rather long drive to and from work every day. And, because my free time during the day is close to zero, I also am a bit of a night owl. This particular night, about three and a half weeks ago, I was up late, sitting at my kitchen table with my laptop out in front of me. I was surfing the net, looking for good deals on EBay for a new DVD/VCR combo since my old one broke, when the feeling came over me. The small, but noticeable shiver shot up my spine, and at the upper edge of my vision, just below where my hair began to drift into my eyes, I saw it.
It was a black and silver blur. At least, that’s what it looked like to me. I lifted my head quickly, looking towards the corner I’d seen it. My kitchen is in the back of the apartment, and where the table is set up, I was looking back out into the living room. The bedroom also sits next to the kitchen, and the wall separating the two stretches out a bit, causing a rather large blind spot from where I sat. Of course, when I looked up, there was nothing there. For a few more seconds, I simply sat, staring at the corner. Nothing moved. There was no sound except for the quiet whine of my laptop’s fan, and the hum of the fridge. I snorted. Really, Eddie? You’re jumping at shadowy blurs now? What are you, eight years old again? And with a shake of my head, I went back to the computer screen.
The hours seemed to pass by at an accelerated pace, and to my surprise, when I checked the clock at the bottom right of my laptop screen, the time said quarter to three in the morning. “Holy crap, I stayed up too friggin’ late!” I whispered to myself. I’d barely be getting four or five hours of sleep. And so, with a yawn, I shut my computer down and put it back into its carrying bag. As I stood up, though, a slight feeling of apprehension wiggled its way to the forefront of my mind. I lifted my head from zipping up the bag and again stared at the corner. This time there was nothing there. No blur at all. Recalling what my mother had told me years ago, I stood up and slowly stepped into the center of the kitchen, where I could see around the corner. I felt a small pang of embarrassment at the relief that washed over me as I saw nothing was there.
“What next, you gonna start believing in the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus again?” I muttered to myself. And with that, I entered my bedroom, shutting the door behind me and climbing into bed. For a moment, the image of the blur danced behind my eyelids. And then the sandman overtook me, plunging me into a deep and dreamless sleep.
The next day passed by like I was wading through quicksand. Of course, it likely had to do with how tired I was. But I got through the day, and soon enough, I was back home. This time, I resolved to get to bed before midnight. One AM at the latest. So I didn’t go on my computer. Instead, I watched some TV, and indulged myself in a few online matches in Battlefield 1. Soon enough, the clock sitting next to the TV displayed 12:35 in big red numbers. Alright, time for bed, I thought, and stood up, shutting off the TV and Xbox. I decided that I would get myself a drink before bed, and moved to the fridge. Opening it, I pulled a pitcher of juice out, and grabbing a glass from a nearby cabinet, poured myself some. The cold liquid felt good sliding down my throat, and I let out a relieved sigh. For a moment, I closed my eyes. Apart from the sound of a diesel truck passing by outside, and the ticking of the clock over the sink, all was silent. And I loved it. I placed the glass in the sink to wash tomorrow, and turned to take the pitcher back to the fridge.
And nearly dropped it at what I saw. As I turned around, I had a clear view across the kitchen and living room toward the small alcove where my front door sat. And for just a second, I saw the same black and silver blur, pulling back out of sight from the edge of my vision. Except this time, I know it wasn’t just a trick of my vision, or a strand of hair flashing in front of my face. “Hey!” I reflexively yelled out. I didn’t expect any response, and I didn’t get any. But now I knew for certain. There was something, or someone there. I felt my pulse rapidly quicken, and my heart began to beat like a drum against my chest. Fucking great, did someone decide to break in and try to burgle my apartment, of all places tonight? I looked around quickly for something to defend myself. My eyes fell upon the block holding all my kitchen knives, and moving quickly, I pulled the largest one out and turned back towards the entryway.
There was no movement now, but I noticed a change in the atmosphere. Gone was the simple, vacant air the apartment always held. Now, it seemed to contain a charge to it. As if seeing the figure had been something they hadn’t planned on. As if I weren’t supposed to have seen it. Probably figured I’d already be in bed. Well, they have a massive surprise coming their way. I cleared my throat. “You back there” I called out simply. Again, there was no reply. I spoke again. “Look, I saw you there peeking around the corner of the entryway. The jig is up. I don’t want a fight right now, so, I’ll make you a deal. If you turn around right now and leave, I won’t call the cops on you, and I won’t come at you with this knife. Just, go find someone else to rob, okay?”
Still, there was silence. But the tension in the room seemed to have racked up more than a few notches at my words. I waited for a minute, feeling my temper begin to flare. Does the dumbass seriously believe that if he stays quiet, I’ll believe he’s not there and go to bed or something? It wouldn’t be a surprise; the people who usually broke into houses and apartments in my neighborhood were usually strung out on the drug of choice for the week, or, in all truthfulness, simply not that bright. I let out an annoyed growl. “If I have to come over there to get, it’s not gonna end well for you” I said. At six feet even, and in good shape, I could easily take on whoever it was.
The silence was almost deafening. Okay, the hell with this, man. I strode quickly across the room, the knife held out in front of me in a vice like grip. I stopped for a moment, drawing in all my strength and reflexes. For a moment, though, an odd sensation seemed to wash over me like a wave. To my surprise, it was a bolt of fear. But, fear of what? Yes, it was a bit dangerous to about to confront a cornered intruder, but fear shouldn’t be one of the experienced emotions. Shaking it away, I put all the muscle into my legs, and leapt around the corner.
There was nobody there.
For a moment, I simply stood there, feeling dumbfounded. “Uhhh….what?” I blurted out. I knew for a fact I’d seen someone there. It hadn’t been a trick of my eyes. And I hadn’t heard the front door open. In fact, looking down at it now, I saw the little knob on the door handle was, in fact, twisted into the locked position. As I stared down at it, a sudden, huge shiver rushed up my spine, combined with the feeling of being stared at intensely. In fact, it almost felt as though whoever were doing the staring, were almost directly behind me-shit!
On instinct, I whirled around, slashing out with the knife as hard as I could. But again, there was nothing. No one stood behind me. The oddest thing, though, was that as soon as I spun around, the feeling of eyes boring into the back of my skull ceased. As if the watcher had simply blinked out of existence the moment I turned. But the tension in the apartment didn’t go away. In fact, it almost seemed to intensify. And it kept me on edge. Enough to the point that I searched the entire apartment. I went into the bathroom, drawing back the shower curtain. I went into my bedroom and opened up the sliding doors to the closet. I even opened up both closets in the living room, pulling out all the coats and boxes someone could hide behind. But I found nothing. No trace of anybody. Even still, though, when I went to bed, I locked the door to my bedroom behind me, just in case. And I slept with the knife on my bedside table.
The next morning, when I awoke, the feeling had vanished from the apartment. It was almost as if the daylight had banished the tension filled aura away, and I was glad for it. Along with the fact that I had a full day of work ahead of me. And so, with a final look around, I locked the front door behind me, climbed into my old, but well taken care of Mitsubishi Starion, and made the two and a half hour drive into the city for work. The day passed by without much fuss, aside from a mandatory team meeting my dickhead boss decided to impose on us during our lunch break. The monotony calmed me down somewhat, and I began to mentally tease myself for how bent out of shape I’d gotten last night. I even decided to tell some of the guys at the water cooler about it.
Everyone, of course, had a good laugh over it. “Well, Ed, if I ever need someone to slice away at the dark emptiness of my house, I’ll be sure to give you a call!” Mark, one of my coworkers joked, causing everyone, including myself, to guffaw some more. The joking shoved it completely out of my mind, and before I knew it, the evening had arrived. I packed up my belongings back into the car and made the journey back home, still chuckling a bit to myself and humming along to the songs playing on the car’s radio. As I pulled into my apartment building’s parking lot and into my space at close to ten at night, however, I saw something which tore away that relaxed, relieved emotion from me like it’d been a loved one in the grip of a tsunami.
My complex is set up in a U formation with two floors, sort of similar to how an older built motel looks. My apartment was the second one on the top floor, and from where I sat in my car, I could look up and see the living room window of my place between the slats of the walkway’s railing. As I always did, when I left, I’d twisted shut the white venetian blinds so nobody walking past the window could look into my place.
Someone was peering down at me from between the blinds. From between my blinds.
I felt my blood turn to ice as I saw the obvious parting in the middle of them, signifying someone was pulling down on a section of them. And then doubly so when they, just as quickly, snapped back into position. Shitttt, I mentally hissed. I fumbled around in my coat pockets, looking for my cell phone. I let out a groan as I suddenly realized I’d forgotten it when I’d left home that morning. Which meant it was up there. With them. “Shit” I hissed again, out loud this time. I gazed around for a moment at the darkened windows of the other units. But I knew none of my neighbors would be of any help to me. Long gone were the days of neighbors looking out for each other; they would, inevitably, tell me to either find a way to call the cops myself, or straight up tell me to go fuck myself, that it wasn’t their problem. Which, unless I wanted to drive straight to my local police station, over twenty minutes away, the only other option was…to go in myself.
Hissing through gritted teeth, I pulled the door handle and kicked the door open, letting the chilly night air flood into the car’s interior. I reached down and yanked on the trunk release before climbing out and slamming the door. Crossing to it, I pulled the glass hatch up and fumbled around inside for a moment, before withdrawing a tire iron from the mess of crap cluttering up the trunk. Slamming the hatch closed, I took a deep breath, then, leaving my car’s engine running in case I needed to make a quick getaway, I took the stairs to the top floor two at a time. A moment later, I was standing at the head of the landing, staring at the Tweety-Bird yellow painted door of my apartment. My heart pounded in my chest as I took a step forward, reaching out slowly and gripping the handle in one hand. I gave it a small twist to see if it would turn.
But it stayed in place, showing that the door was still locked. Or, whoever’s in there locked it behind them. Swallowing a bit, I reached into my pants pocket for my house keys with my free hand. Pulling them out, I slid them as quietly as possible into the lock in the center of the doorknob. I took a deep breath, knowing as soon as I twisted the key, the doorknob would turn with it as well. “God, please don’t let me get jumped as soon as I step inside” I quietly whispered towards the dark sky. I let out the deep breath, then raised the tire iron over my head and twisted the key.
The knob turned, and I immediately pushed the door open. It swung inwards, before hitting the wall with a soft clunk. The porch light cast a long, narrow shaft of light into the dark room beyond, reflecting off my flat screen TV on the far side of the living room. Aside from that, though, the place was as dark and silent as a tomb. My pulse quickened as I slowly reached inside, my hand searching for the light switch. Part of my feared that, as I blindly searched, I’d suddenly feel a vice like grip seize my wrist and pull me into the dark. The mental image sent a shiver of fear through me, just as my fingers found the plastic switch. Flicking it on, the living room suddenly became awash in the bright overhead light. Still holding the tire iron over my head, I took a tentative step inside. The atmosphere in here had changed again. Gone was the tense one which had accompanied seeing…whoever the other night. In its place was….an almost threatening one. And realizing it set me even farther on edge.
Moving quickly, I leaned around the corner, giving me a glimpse of the kitchen beyond. Both it, and the living room were empty, from initial appearances, anyways. But that still left the bathroom, and the kitchen. Something caught my eye, however, which filled me with relief. My cell phone still sat where I’d left it, in the middle of the living room coffee table. I moved slowly, trying to stay as quiet as possible so whoever was hidden wouldn’t realize I was going for my phone and bum rush me. I held my breath as I passed by the half open doors of both my bathroom and bedroom, stepping around the couch and picking up my phone. I decided right there and then, that I’d step back outside and call the cops. There was a fine line between being courageous, and being suicidally stupid, and searching this place on my own, with just a tire iron to defend myself, especially knowing someone was hiding somewhere in here, was firmly on the latter side of that line.
I turned to begin walking quickly back to the open front door. But something stopped me. Something which made me freeze. There was a small section of eggshell white wall between the door to one of my closets, and the bathroom door. Something had been written there. No, not written, I realized. It had been scratched into the wall. My eyes flashed over the three words etched into the paint and plaster. Videre nos potest. My head swam with confusion, trying to place what language it was. That was when I felt my heart almost stop in my chest, my breath along with it.
Out of the left corner of my vision, I saw the door to my bedroom had slowly, but noticeably swung open a bit. That wasn’t what had caused my heart to skip a beat, though. It was seeing the black and silver blur again. Ohhhhh, shit. Before the thought had finished in my head, I was dashing for the door. Out of the corner of my vision, there was a sudden blur of movement as the black and silver figure came flying out of the room. It never made a sound, though. I dodged it, somehow, and flew around the corner, snatching the doorknob in my free hand and yanking the door shut behind me. Twisting the keys to the right to lock the door again, I tore them from the lock and thundered back down the stairs, yanking the door to my car open and crashing into the driver’s seat. Slamming the door shut and locking it, I dropped the tire iron and fumbled with my phone.
As the voice of the emergency dispatcher came on the other end of the line, and I stumbled through explaining what had happened, I kept my gaze locked through the windshield on the front door and the living room window. I swear I saw the blinds part again as I heard the wail of the police sirens approaching.
When the police arrived, I jumped out of my car and quickly explained what had happened. They took my house keys from me and with their pistols drawn, climbed quickly up the steps to my place. With neighbors opening their doors and parting their blinds to see what was happening, they unlocked the door and quickly entered. A few minutes later, they both reappeared and waved for me to come up and join them. “I’m sorry sir, but whoever it was, they’re gone” one of them said to me. He then showed me that the window in the back of the apartment, which was in the back of the kitchen and opened out onto a main road, had been opened, the mosquito screen having been cut to allow someone to jump out. I stared out and down at the two story drop. It would hurt to jump from this height, but it’s doable, I thought. The cops again did a sweep of the apartment, turning the entire place upside down with me there, and again, found no one. They both promised to stay the night outside, to keep an eye on the place in case the person attempted to try and come back, and would make sure an officer was posted outside for the next week or so. It made me feel more than a bit better.
“What about the writing scratched into the wall?” I asked them, pointing to it. The first officer shrugged. “I honestly don’t know, sir” he said, giving me an apologetic look, “That’s a language I’ve never seen before” That’s when the second spoke up. “It’s Latin” he said simply. We both looked at him. He was staring at the writing with a bit of a confused, if not apprehensive look on his face. “But what freaking low level criminal knows Latin?” he murmured quietly, more to himself than us. “Well, what does it say?” I asked him. For a few seconds, he didn’t answer, then he finally turned and looked at me.
“He can see us. That’s, roughly, what it says”
I felt a massive chill shoot up my spine at his words, though I couldn’t understand why. Not at the time.
As promised, the officers watched over the apartment the rest of the night. And for the next week, there was always at least one cop car sitting outside. It was also, thankfully, quiet that next week. I was almost able to feel completely calm, putting the frightening experience out of my mind and allowing my life to regain a bit of normalcy. I didn’t feel any sensation of being watched. One thing I did do, though, was type the Latin words into Google, in an attempt to see if anything came up. But nothing did. I decided to push the last remnants out of my conscious mind. And as the weekend came, I looked forward to sitting on the couch, playing video games all night, and having a bottle of Hypnotiq to myself. Saturday night, I played until almost one in the morning, before stumbling my drunk ass to the bed. I passed out almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I’m honestly not sure what woke me up. But when I slid my eyes open, it was still to darkness. I felt my head begin to spin, showing that I wasn’t fully sober yet. I shot a look at the bright red glowing numbers of the clock on the bedside table next to my head. 3:30AM. Ugh, what the hell? Do I have to piss? What woke me u-
Everything stopped. My mind froze mid-thought, and my heart fluttered in my chest. My breath hitched in my chest as my eyes adjusted to the dark, staring across the room. I was looking at my bedroom closet, which, when I’d fallen asleep, I’d looked over and seen it closed. But now, as I stared, I realized the sliding right door had been pulled back some. A chill ran through me. And then it was replaced by a bone chilling shiver of fear as my eyes locked on to something else. Something which stared at me from around the edge of the half open closet door.
It was the black and silver blur. Except this time, it wasn’t a full on blur. I’m not sure whether it was the darkness or the alcohol still flowing through my veins, but…I could see it a bit more clearly now. I couldn’t see much. Just what looked like two large, very dark eyes, glaring at me. I felt frozen in place, fear quite literally paralyzing me to the bed. As I lay there, my eyes widened to the size of saucers, I slowly became aware of something else. Something which I’ll never forget, which I can still hear in the silence. It was whispering. It was a soft, hissing voice, sounding as grating as sandpaper, but it almost seemed to be growing in intensity. As if it knew I was awake and was staring at it. And it was not even remotely happy about it. The words were indistinguishable at first, but as the voice grew louder, the words became clear. But they weren’t words I knew. Or a language I knew.
“Tolle qui nos videre potest. Tolle qui nos videre potest. Tolle…qui nos videre potest!” I recognized some of the words as the same as the words written on my wall. It was speaking in Latin. The voice grew angrier and angrier, turning from a hiss into almost a demonic growl. And then, it went deadly silent. It almost seemed as though the entire world had gone dead silent, as if everything were being sucked out of the world.
That’s when I saw the hand reach up from underneath the bed to grab onto the sheets, less than a foot from my face. A hand which more resembled a claw, tipped with five razor sharp fingernails. There’s more than one….and it’s under my fucking bed!
Seeing that hand…that claw reaching up from under the bed broke the paralyzing hold that had come over me. I flew up in bed, flinging the sheets up and forwards and letting out an involuntary scream. Instantly, there seemed to be a world of motion in the bedroom. Black and silver blurs seemed to appear from everywhere. From the closet, from under the bed. Even from inside my armoire I used to store candy, books and CDs. And they were all coming for me.
But I was already moving, practically flying for my open bedroom door. Behind me, I caught the blurs following after me. They were terrifyingly fast, but they stayed silent. Silent, that is, except for the mantra they all suddenly began to angrily whisper. The same words I’d heard the one in the closet angrily hiss. “Tolle qui nos videre potest!” they chanted, just loud enough for me to hear. But not enough for anyone else in the complex to. I ran through the bedroom door, grabbing it and slamming it shut behind me. A moment later, I felt the push from the other side as whatever the things were attempted to force it open. Looking around, I spied a kitchen chair within reach and grabbed it, forcing it under the handle to block the door.
I knew it wouldn’t hold for long, though. I could hear the creatures practically throwing themselves at the door. I used the time I had to grab my computer bag, along with the clothes I’d left strewn on my living room floor and my cell phone. I’d just snatched my car keys from their hook, when I realized they’d gone silent. The assault on the door stopped. For a split second, I felt a wave of relief. And then I saw something out of the corner of my eye from the kitchen. My blood turned to ice as I realized the cabinet doors under the sink were beginning to open. And that demonic growl of a mantra was beginning to pour out from under it. So was my bathroom door. And both closets. “Oh, fuck me” I whimpered, then dashed for my door, snatching up my sneakers as they rushed out from their new hidey holes.
I unlocked and threw the door open, dashing out into the night and yanking it shut behind me. Bolting down the steps, I jammed the key into the door of my car and unlocked it. I piled into the driver’s seat and yanked the door shut, slamming down on the lock button. Forcing the key into the ignition and twisting it, the engine roared to life. I knew I should simply call the cops, but I knew at this point, if I did, when they arrived, they’d all have disappeared. Maybe even make it look like another person had jumped out the window again They're THAT smart. Instead, I jammed the shifter into reverse and peeled out of the parking lot. As I left, I saw the blinds part again. As they watched me go.
I haven’t been back to my apartment in weeks. I drove all through the night, fighting back the waves of nausea from the alcohol still in my system until I made it to the city where I work. I rented a motel room, and ever since then, I’ve been staying there. I figured I could just eventually have movers go and collect my things from the apartment, and give my thirty day notice. There was no way I was ever going back there.
I thought I would be safe in the city. I thought I would be safe anywhere else but my apartment. That they were bound to the place.
I was wrong. So very wrong.
Because I’ve started seeing them everywhere now. I’ve seen them while out in crowded places such as the mall or Wal-Mart. I’ve seen them in my coworker’s houses when I’m invited over by them as they tell me they’re concerned about how I’m beginning to act. I’m even seeing them at work. Peering at me from around the corners of hallways, from behind the water cooler. I’ve even caught them glaring at me from around the corner of my office cubicle. They whisper that horrible Latin mantra to themselves, now added with evil chuckles. And whisper it to me. I ended up entering the phrase into Google Translate, to understand what they were saying. But wish I never had. Because knowing meaning of the words fills me with an existential dread and terror I’ve never felt before.
Take away he who can see us
You need to listen to me now. You, reading this account I’m posting. I don’t know what these creatures are. I wish I did, because then, I might have some way of fighting back against them. I don’t even know what they fully look like. I’ve only seen their eyes. And their clawed hands. The only thing I can deduce, is that they are incalculably old. Centuries old. Maybe even eons. I now understand that those blurs I saw all throughout my life, from the corner of my vision, were them. They’ve lived alongside us for all of humanity’s existence, staying just out of sight. They like it that way. They don’t like us humans knowing about them.
But I know others, not just myself, have likely seen them.
How many strange cases of people disappearing in their homes, with all the doors and windows locked from the inside have you heard about. I know I’ve heard more than a few. And I think I know what happened to them. They saw these creatures. And when they realized the people could see them? They came for them. They wore them down, mentally and physically. Like they’re doing to me now. I’m afraid to fall asleep. Afraid I’ll wake up to see them right in front of me. I feel so weak now. I couldn’t fight them off if I tried. They know that. They knew that about the others. And that’s when they dragged them away….to God only knows where.
I know I'm going to find out soon enough.
Because all of today, they’ve been getting closer. I caught one trying to grab my leg under my desk. That wasn’t the scariest encounter I’ve had. The worst was driving back to the motel. Looking in the rear view mirror of my Starion. And seeing one of them glaring at me from just behind the rear seat. It caused me to nearly crash into a telephone pole. I’ve locked myself in my motel room, which is where I’m writing this. I don’t have much time left. They’re beginning to poke their heads out from everywhere in here. Multiple have popped their heads up from under the bed, watching me frantically typing this out on my laptop. And they’re all laughing at me. Today is when they're going to take me. They know I know that. I can’t do anything more now. I can’t run from them anymore. I’m too tired. Too weak.
But I can do one final thing. I can warn you. I can post this account of this here as a warning. I know for a fact most of you won’t believe me. And that’s fine. It may even be what saves you in the end.
But please, listen to me when I say this. If you ever think you see something peering at you from around a corner? If you ever catch a glimpse of a black and silver blur disappearing just out of sight? Don’t investigate it. Just ignore it. Tell yourself it’s nothing, and go about with your lives.
Because you don’t ever want them to realize you can see them.

There's Champion's League in the Fall which probably means he might get a game or two but Ramsdale signed an extension with Arsenal. I really feel like after next season, he needs to find a new home. Being a backup keeper for one or two seasons is okay but if he is the backup going into the 2024-25 season, there has to be repercussions with his no.1 status for the NT.
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Quite surprised that Arsenal didn't give him the start today to throw him a bone.

Hi all,
I’ve been looking at getting a new small car and the one I liked the most when I test drove it was the Kia Picanto.
The current price is ~$21900 however the website says this offer is valid until end of May (so in a few days).
I am still undecided fully and was going to decide by end of June on what to get.
I was wondering if anyone here would know if Kia typically does EOFY sales, as that might be a reason for the price to change in June. Otherwise I’m worried the price might jump up a bit so wouldn’t want to miss the current price.
Cheers

Hi all,
We have two little ones, the smallest of which is moving into a convertible car seat after outgrowing her infant seat. I’ve been looking at Baby Gear Lab, as well as Consumer Reports, and there seem to be some conflicting information in terms of crash test performance.
For example, in the BGL testing, the Graco Extend2Fit is the highest rated seat in crash test, while in CR it’s just rated as “Better” Similarly, in CR, the Britax Boulevard ClickTight is rated as “Best” while its results in BGL were average at best.
I understand that these tests mean nothing if the seat isn’t installed properly, but I am very particular about ensuring that I’ve done it properly each time. I also understand that if it’s for sale then is meets federal standards, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting a seat that exceeds the standards.
So, my main question is, who to trust? There are no established authorities on car seat safety comparisons like IIHS for vehicles. I like that BGL posts the HIC and G load scores for their tests, but I’m left with more questions than answers when comparing these seats.
So far everything has been a series of trade offs and trial and error. We bought a Graco Extend2Fit because our oldest is 99.9 percentile for length, so we liked the extra legroom. It fit securely in my wife’s car but I could never get the LATCH or belt tight enough in my car because it doesn’t have a belt lock off or other tension device needed to really push down the bolsters in the bottom of the seat. I plan on keeping it for my wife’s car, but maybe buying another one for my car. The trouble is, I’m not so sure which one to buy anymore.

As the title has described, I'll be listing the entirety of scripts that I have done since doing this in Nov. of 2022
Some of this list will be in chronological order while others (Series) will be at the bottom of the list.
I also tried dividing this list from the Female, Male, and Anyone scripts. The series scripts that are completed will not say anything at the end, while the one's ongoing will have a (Cont.) in it. The one's with a "?" are simply weather or not I would continue them.
Hope this make it easier if you wonder weather or not to read any my Ideas. Also, apologies if they are just links and a little messy. I'll try to fix it for the future.
Christmas
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/z4zlq3/tomboy_reindeer_girl_trains_to_be_in_this_years/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/z6iora/you_talk_with_your_dark_elf_coworker_f4a/

1. Guardian Angel

https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/z6mlty/your_guardian_angel_visits_you_do_discuss/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/z8ifru/your_guardian_angel_visits_you_do_discuss/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/zcxt0j/your_guardian_angel_visits_you_do_discuss/
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https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/zae1nl/bartender_bunny_girl_helps_you_destress_f4a/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/zbzask/tsundere_harpy_best_friend_gives_you_a_present/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/zdwua7/centaur_in_hospital_during_christmas_season_f4a/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/zfpsuw/dot_rat_friend_hangs_out_with_you_f4a_tomboy/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/zgo91q/your_drider_next_door_neighbor_is_feeling_down/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/zkgkvy/shark_girl_celebrates_christmas_with_you_f4a/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/zn6oxk/running_into_your_former_babysitter_during/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/zqdocp/wulver_girl_gives_you_some_fish_when_your_down_on/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/zt7um4/spending_time_with_your_goth_girlfriend_f4a/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/zhizw4/tsundere_santa_finds_you_awake_and_discusses_why/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/zor7gk/femboy_childhood_friend_becomes_boyfriend_m4f/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/zzlgv1/another_christmas_truce_f4a_wholesome_confession/
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Female Scripts
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/z3z9hn/kuundere_football_coach_comforts_you_after_big/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/1020p99/your_childhood_friend_tsundere_dwarf_joins_in/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/104lktj/dragon_girl_plays_with_a_young_child_wanting_to/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10ezamg/you_confess_to_your_alchemist_friend_after_she/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10lixgw/harley_quinn_calms_down_a_teller_having_an/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10kql58/nerdy_arachne_comforts_you_after_your_pet_dies/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10oty3p/girl_you_babysat_is_your_blind_date_f4m_wholesome/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10rd62j/dragon_girl_helps_out_new_trainee_knights_in/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10rfgc0/valac_clara_comforts_you_after_finding_out_you/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10dqeqd/goth_friend_finds_something_off_about_you_f4m/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10tgnxd/your_gardevoir_finds_you_upset_f4m_wholesome/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10jwwmx/the_succubus_you_summon_is_your_tomboy_childhood/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10zd7du/you_win_a_date_with_raven_from_a_raffle_f4m/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11076j9/you_help_your_dullahan_friend_after_she_got/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/110pprp/eating_lunch_with_kara_danvers_f4m_tomboy/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/111jii2/you_find_out_that_your_new_stepmom_is_a_lamia_f4m/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/111vddn/nico_robin_runs_into_you_while_doing_some/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/1158rij/you_find_out_that_the_centaur_groundskeeper_was_a/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/118qbku/iino_miko_corners_you_and_is_about_to_punish_you/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11hph80/diana_prince_aka_wonder_woman_comforts_you_from/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10hin7l/idol_best_friend_confesses_to_you_f4a_wholesome/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11sj3i6/kuudere_goth_best_friend_finds_out_you_have_been/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11aj7xv/your_harpy_best_friend_finds_you_crying_f4a/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/117hbch/dark_elf_talks_about_joining_your_party_f4a/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/129bf1v/your_tomboy_girlfriend_comforts_you_after_a/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12a2i7e/vampire_math_teacher_finds_out_your_struggling_in/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12a8bt3/the_slime_girl_is_head_of_the_art_department_f4m/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11lm9be/tomboy_easter_bunny_sees_what_is_the_matter_f4a/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12c94uolder_lamia_girlfriend_flirts_with_you_after_a/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12nvw7t/former_drill_sgt_finds_you_on_the_streets_f4a/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/13b8htminotaur_music_teacher_helps_out_one_of_the_othe
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/13fc42l/childhood_friend_confesses_that_shes_a_clown_f4m/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/13iv8nd/rebel_girl_saves_you_from_some_bullies_f4m/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/13th6o0/buff_girlfriend_comforts_you_after_another_rough/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/13r87oa/the_succubus_you_summon_is_your_old_chemistry/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12mpc8m/tomboy_best_friend_patches_you_up_after_you_get/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11jpbkv/snuggling_with_your_tomboy_bf_after_a_very_rough/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/131gjndommy_drider_catches_you_in_her_web_f4m_spicy/
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Anyone Scripts
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/13dgptp/the_general_of_the_demon_army_is_ablind_swordsman/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12x4avi/demon_lord_torments_her_captor_f4m_knight/
Male Scripts
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/109r8f1/femboy_best_friend_comforts_you_from_an_anxiety/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/113hk70/you_look_for_iruma_to_ask_for_help_but_asmodeus/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/117vqo5/femboy_prince_gets_kidnapped_by_a_dragon_girl_m4f/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10t4z98/you_share_a_cup_of_tea_with_death_before_he_takes/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11fsyef/you_find_out_your_history_teacher_is_a_werewolf/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12d8nm9/femboy_prince_comes_by_the_castle_you_serve_and/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/133ekoi/astolfo_wants_to_talk_to_you_a4a_wholesome/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/1395l0o/the_king_knows_he_confronts_the_knight_protecting/
Series
Tomboy Princess
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10uwth1/tomboy_princess_confesses_to_her_royal_knight_f4m/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12c4hcz/spending_time_with_your_tomboy_princess_as_she/
(Cont.)
Lamia Vice Principal
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10dxp3z/lamia_viceprincipal_calls_you_into_her_office_f4a/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10mywce/lamia_vice_principal_helps_you_out_with_the/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10uz28f/lamia_viceprincipal_brings_you_back_to_school_f4a/
Supervillain
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/133y6gx/supervillain_finds_something_off_about_you_f4m/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/13bb1cz/you_visit_the_supervillain_in_prison_before_he
Kaguya sama and Chika
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10yh86h/fujiwara_chika_finds_you_alone_in_the_study_and/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/119pdxt/kaguya_shinomiya_helps_you_out_with_your_dilemma/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12rhcqb/chika_sees_the_results_of_your_labor_f4a/
Cyndir
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11ngzjc/a_tomboy_dragon_girl_wants_to_challenge_you_but/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11sjo4a/cyndir_the_dragon_girl_recovers_from_her_battle/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/124eg94/cyndir_the_dragon_girl_talks_to_you_after_the/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12g9nia/going_to_the_ball_with_your_dragon_gf_cyndir_f4m/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12ljb6m/cyndir_has_a_horrible_nightmare_f4m_wholesome/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12sl1td/cyndir_meets_with_the_royal_majesty_f4m_wholesome/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12tr0ki/cyndir_begins_training_with_the_captain_of_the/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12x4avi/demon_lord_torments_her_captor_f4m_knight/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12x4avi/demon_lord_torments_her_captor_f4m_knight/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12x4avi/demon_lord_torments_her_captor_f4m_knight/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/1378ecc/cyndirs_mom_comes_to_see_her_daughters_beloved/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/13acai9/cyndir_on_royal_guard_duty_f4mf_wholesome_comfort/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/13nhnbb/cyndir_gets_jealous_when_you_talk_to_anothe
(Cont.)
Lucky The dog girl
Part 1
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/z9fwxy/dog_girl_is_your_christmas_gift_f4a_wholesome/
Part 2
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/zxx2xs/lucky_the_dog_girl_adjust_to_her_new_home_f4a/
Part 3
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/1076axf/lucky_the_dog_girl_gets_jealous_of_you_talking_to/
Part 4
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10n1rg7/lucky_the_dog_girl_goes_to_the_vet_f4a_wholesome/
Part 5
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10sbxgi/lucky_the_dog_girl_watches_a_scary_movie_with_you/
Part 6
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11blb7h/lucky_the_dog_girl_finds_out_your_having_an/
(Cont.)
Principal Drider
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/117vhs1/drider_principal_needs_to_talk_to_you_for_a/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/119pe69/principal_drider_is_secretly_your_girlfriend_f4m/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11c5r30/you_spend_the_night_with_the_drider_principal_f4m/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11dymzy/the_pta_could_of_gone_better_for_the_dride
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11kpnk4/the_ultimatum_is_given_to_the_drider_principal/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/125c3n1/jealous_drider_principal_wants_to_talk_to_you_f4m/
(Cont.)
7 Minutes in heaven (Nerd)
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/114cqc0/7_minutes_in_heaven_with_your_nerdy_best_friend/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11c6adh/you_spend_the_night_at_your_new_nerdy_gfs_house/
7 Minutes in heaven (Cheerleader)
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/13edxip/7_minutes_in_heaven_with_the_captain_of_the/
(Cont.)
Hex Maniac
Part 1
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/105w0uk/hex_maniac_helps_you_out_when_you_feel_down_f4m/
Part 2
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11c6adh/you_spend_the_night_at_your_new_nerdy_gfs_house/
Part 3
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10gp0f0/you_ask_the_hex_maniac_if_she_wouldnt_mind_being/
Part 4
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11tc5i9/you_and_the_hex_maniac_go_on_a_date_f4m_wholesome/
(Cont.)
Buff GF
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/13th6o0/buff_girlfriend_comforts_you_after_another_rough/
(Cont.?)
Witch
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/135biom/witch_is_accused_of_harming_neighboring_cities_so/
(Cont.)
Konosuba
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10x04rk/you_spend_some_time_with_wiz_and_she_finds_out/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10vs53d/megumin_finds_you_alone_in_the_forest_and_tries/
Goth Gardevoir
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/13of9sm/goth_gardevoir_tries_cheering_you_up_after_a_mass/
(Cont.?)
Star Quarterback
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10fulvs/star_quarterback_confesses_to_childhood_friend/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11pfamo/star_quarterback_asks_friend_if_she_would_go_out/
Oni
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11hqhbs/tsundere_oni_asks_you_for_a_favor_f4a_wholesome/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/12i6exd/oni_friend_meets_up_with_you_at_her_sisters/
(Cont.)
Supervillain
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/133y6gx/supervillain_finds_something_off_about_you_f4m/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/13bb1cz/you_visit_the_supervillain_in_prison_before_he
Pinkie the slime girl
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11blays/your_brother_drags_you_to_a_social_event_where/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11fsyme/pinkie_the_slime_girl_sneaks_into_your_room_and/
(Cont.)
Mermaid
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10m6upm/tomboy_mermaid_teaches_you_how_to_swim_f4m/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10rfzht/you_run_into_cari_the_tomboy_mermaid_whos/
(Cont.)
Nemona
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11d3np1/nemona_finds_you_after_you_had_a_rough_losing/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11dyn2p/you_challenge_nemona_to_a_pok%C3%A9mon_battle_with_a/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/11kpx7u/you_go_on_a_date_with_nemona_f4m_wholesome/
(Cont.)
Justice the Awesome Demon
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10pzkyw/you_ask_justice_the_awesome_demon_to_be_your_date/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10wobdg/your_date_with_justice_the_awesome_demon_f4m/
Superhero
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/105gyfc/your_superhero_best_friend_finds_out_your_he
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10bh4kt/you_make_up_with_your_best_friend_and_maybe/
Tomboy Pilot
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/1010ymtomboy_pilot_f4a_wholesome_flirting_kissing/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/109iikp/tomboy_pilot_asking_for_your_help_f4a_wholesome/
https://www.reddit.com/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/10icei3/gator_the_tomboy_test_pilot_joins_you_in_the/
Edit: wasn't sure what category to put this under, I figure discussion was the "Safest" choice. If it wasn't understand this is the first time I did something like this.

My dog (dobermutt - 75lbs) was attacked by another dog on our run today. The attack was unprovoked and resulted in several tooth-puncture wounds in my dog's rear right leg. The wounds can be treated at home for now (my partner is an EMT), but she has been walking with a slight limp and does not want to put full weight on the injured leg. Additionally, she has been semi-incontinent - pee is kind of dribbling out and she is licking it up. Does she just not want to walk outside to pee because her leg hurts (she has a dog door), or can a bite wound somehow trigger incontinence? I have not observed whether she has defecated since the attack, though she does not appear to have done so in the house. Any advice?
Also, The lady who owns the dogs (two dogs, both were aggressive, but only one bit my dog) has received several complaints about her dogs' behavior and has not made an effort to contain them to her property. They have injured other animals and people in the past. I doubt she will see any consequences from this attack.

My husband's grandmother that raised him in the Philippines until he was 8 years old just passed away from cancer a few minutes ago. He recently cut his abusive parents out of the picture and went no contact but is aware that Grandma is not doing well, she is elderly and lived a long life and went home to the Philippines to be with the people she loves a few years ago.
He has blocked his family members but I haven't, just in case there is an emergency. I never open or respond to messages but I can read them in the banner before getting rid of the notification. His mom is blowing up my phone wanting to talk to my husband and I'm just standing in our kitchen watching him play video games, trying not to cry and figure out how to tell him without making him feel like he has to talk to his mom. It took a lot for him to muster the courage to cut them off and not put up with their shit any more. I would hate for this to be the catalyst to make him begin again.
I decided to make his favorite adobo rn like his Grandma used to make for him growing up and am thinking that would be a softer way to break the news. Any suggestions would be so much appreciated tysm

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We both know I shouldn't have been there, and Before I knew it, it was morning. I was exhausted but I had to go home. Back to reality. Whatever we have, doesn't matter once I pull out of your drive. We know that.
There's never been a line crossed. Never been a hug too long, a hand where it shouldn't be, there's never been even a single word uttered from either of us that would sound wrong out of context.
Instead there's been glances, eye contact that feels so intense I could melt, and jokes that end with "You know I love you." And the air feels thick, and my mind goes hazey. There's been moments of fingertips grazing my hands slowly, while I pass you one thing or another. No, there's never been any lines crossed, but there's been dark rooms, whispers of secrets and questions. There's been offers of gifts, and trips that you plan with me and invite them as well. There's been your hand over mine, as you teach me gears. 4 hour phone calls. That one "group" hug over 6 months ago, that we were squeezed so tightly together I could feel your heartbeat on face. That was the last time you were so close to me. But no one would look at any of these moments sideways. So subtle. So gentle.
I know you're not here, and I'm thankful for that because I'm terrified of saying what I need to say. All of these things, all the tension, the subtleties, really could be in my head. It could be one sided, couldn't it? After all, you're a man of value, moral. That's my favorite part of you. And us. Me. Would be taking away something driven into your soul.
But if you don't feel this, what is it that you do feel? Companionship? Friendliness? Am I a good source to talk to? Time and time again I've rolled it over in my head. What happens inside your head?

So I’m going thru this issue where I run gta 5 and it says I have Wi-Fi but after about a minute of being in a session it booths me out bcuz apparently I’m offline And it happens no matter how many time I try. Ik it works bcuz I’m running Netflix in the background. but if it’s other lighter games there’s no problem.
But if I connect it to my phones hotspot it’s a miracle worker.. I just don’t know how I feel about constantly setting up my phone when I pay for my homes Wi-Fi. anybody know the isssue or has been thru this?