I suspect foul play by a rancher. I think Daniel ended up on private land and a rancher shot him for being on his property and for being black. Yes. - Arizona has “back hills” people in Buckeye. I’m sure Daniel isn’t the only who’s gone missing in those areas.
After realizing Daniel was a professional, they attempted to cover their tracks and staged a scene. The clothes were inside out and tossed randomly to make it look like Daniel took of his clothes. It was hot that day and Daniel would not have peeled off his clothes because he was freezing, which is a phenomenon that happens when humans experience hypothermia. The seatbelt was still intact. The wind shield on both sides experienced severe damage from the OUTSIDE which would leave me to believe someone took a bat or sledgehammer and knocked it in. They probably pulled him out of Jeep which is why seatbelt was still in place.
Daniel’s body is still missing. There was no blood at the scene. His Jeep sat outside in the Arizona desert for a month before a rancher “found” it. And he could be the murderer. They did not take any of his personal belongings because that could’ve led law enforcement in their direction. And let me tell you something. I live here. Buckeye is growing quickly but you’ve got a lot of old timers in the are that are close with law enforcement. I think there’s a coverup. I believe the police know which rancher did it.
Daniel did not take his own life. Where’s the body? Daniel did not turn the ignition 40+ times while on his side?? No. The driver’s side window was obliterated but no glass found in or around car. Why were there three socks left behind?
Daniel was murdered. And his body could be anywhere.

Kik: DuhRight
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Strictly (F/F)
19F, Bottom-bitch here! I'm an enthusiastic, conversation-loving roleplayer with 4-5 years of experience under my belt and quite the fucked up imagination as my crown.
A little bit more about myself: I'm into the depraved. The more fucked up you are within RP, the more welcome you are in my DMs. I've been roleplaying for a little over five years now and if there's one thing I learned, it's that the darker the RP the better. Not looking for romance, benevolence or a drop of kindliness in our RP, only looking for someone who I can satisfy by helping them fullfill their darkest and most diseased fantasies. If that's what you're looking for, then I assure you that I'm the gal. However, I also love a good chit-chat! Looking more than forward to discussing further details of our play with you and seeing how creative we can get with this twisted piece of art.
I'm very open to other suggestions as well as hearing any other ideas you might have, but I've come up with a few of my own scenarios. Make your pick, and let's play.
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⇛PICK YOUR FAVORITE SCENARIO AND LET'S PLAY!⇚
(Again, I'm ALWAYS open to new suggestions 💖)
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➩ Mommy and Her Slave: You want worship. It's been like this starting from your early years and extending all the way to your adulthood. Every single relationship you've ever been in, you've made sure that it was you on top and no one else and even today in your marriage, it is you who reigns strong both in the household and in the bedroom. Yet, even that is not enough to satisfy your undying god complex. What you need is something sinful, something new; and you get exactly that chance when your husband loses his life in a tragic car accident. You've had your eyes on your daughter (me) for a while now, for years to be true. Every passing day she grows prettier and her eyes shine with a god-given innocence that you've grown to loath. To you, she is a threat to your temple; and a rebellion set to defy your rule. Determined to crush this rebellion, you decide that the best way to do this is to strike early while she is still mourning the loss of her late father. You march into her room, trap her in a corner and then tower over her. A familiar heat rises inbetween your legs at the sight of your daughter's face so close to your womanhood. You'll make sure that every night before she goes it bed, it won't be god she prays to; it'll be you.
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➩ Sisterly Hate: You've always hated me. For you, I've always been the center of attention. Ever since the day I came into your life, you feel that I have been nothing to you but the sole reason mom and dad started neglecting, ignoring and outright ghosting you. All these years, you faked smiles at your me with a courtesy that made your mouth burn and now, you plot revenge. Often you've pictured yourself hurting me in unimaginable ways, and often you found yourself eventually aroused by just the thought of them. Mom and dad are leaving on a business trip soon, and you've already made up your mind; you'd fuck your sister's mouth for all the times she made yours burn.
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➩ Bully: You're an older girl in school, and I'm the innocent transfer student from Europe. You dislike me right away. I'm everything you're not. Kind, sweet and seemingly naive. I never hesitate to help other students in need, but what makes you hate me the most is that you hear that I come from a wealthy family. You don't trust rich people and you blame them for pretty much anything wrong with your life, whether it be because the death of your mother due to you not being able to pay for her medicine, or because you can't afford the clothes you want. Thinking I look down on people because of my money, you plan to teach me a lesson. You learn that I go to the library to study on the weekends. You decide that it'll be the right time to strike. You make up a lie and lure me into an empty storage room. You've always wondered how it would feel to have a helpless rich whore kissing your ass.
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➩ The Girl Next Door: We first met a year ago when my family and I moved into your quiet little middle-class neighborhood. Despite never really becoming "close friends" with one another, you and I have had several chit-chats over the months and even shared couple of walks around the neighborhood, where we spoke of school, boys and our families. However, throughout all of this - the only thing your twisted fucking mind was concerned with was how badly you wanted to make me squeal in pain. You've been fantasizing about this; to hurt me and have me worship you, your pussy, ass and thighs as hot tears fell from my eyes. You finally get your chance when you find out that my parents would be leaving town for their month-long business trip. The very night of the day they leave, you sneak into my house through an open window in the back yard and start searching the house for me. Not too long after, you find me asleep on the living room couch. Immediately, you feel heat rising inbetween your thighs, sweaty from the break-in. You have nothing to lose anyway. You climb onto the couch, and crouch down over the girl's neck, deciding how you want to wake her up. You are the sadist next door, and I am the girl you've wanted to rape over a year. Good thing every house in our neighborhood has a basement.
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➩ Thief: You've had a rough childhood. Barely in your 20's, you're already unemployed, a NEET and have criminal records piled on top of the other. Living in a pretty bad neighborhood, you make a living by breaking into what you think are empty luxurious cabins of rich people burried deep in the forests of your state. One night in particular, you're greeted with more than laptops and phones to steal. First, you find a note that reads "We're gone for two nights, honey! The food is in the fridge." Curious, you investigate deeper and find a girl sleeping on the sofa of the living room. Immediately, you feel a heat rising inbetween your thighs, sweaty from the break-in. You have nothing to lose anyway. You climb onto the sofa, and crouch dowm over the girl's neck, deciding how you want to wake her up.
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➩ Friend's Mom: I'm your daughter's study-buddy and you've had your eyes on me from the very moment I stepped through your door. I'm the typical conservative family girl, all smiling, sweet-smelling and well mannered. I open my mouth very little around you but the times I do, I'm soft-spoken and so kind to the point that I look to be nothing more than good influence for your daughter. However, I'm also just the kind of girl you used to bully in college just to get off due to some sick, perverted fantasy of yours. Often times you find yourself laying in bed at night, checking out my social media and molesting your clit to my photos. One time while I'm over at a sleepover at your place and your daughter's dead asleep, you lure me into your bedroom to get me "help you out" with "something." You know I'm meek, so you easily overpower and then threaten me. You push me down, mount my face and pull out your phone to record me suckling on your wet flower.
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(💕) A List of my biggest turn-ons. (💕)
-Non-Consent. -Squirting/Bodily Fluids -Ass/Pussy Worship. -Facesitting/Face Humping. -Clothed Sex/Dry Humping -Semi-Incest/Incest -Petplay/Degradation/Humiliation -Carrying/Piggyback (I like to be the one carrying.) -Thigh Suffocation -Scent-Play. -Age gaps.
(🚫) My Limits! (🚫)
-Gore. -Futanari. -Animals.
FYI ⚠️
I am quite literally limitless except for the things I've listed! Don't shy away from your urges to bring out any of the dark fantasies you've been lusting for. I want you to enjoy as much as I will, so please feel absolutely free to tell me anything you would want to include in our play~
I'll be happily waiting for you to message! 💕
➪ MY KIK: DuhRight
Note: This RP will be strictly Non-Consent, please DO NOT ask for anything other than Non-Consent.
Note 2: If you sent me an message before and not yet recieved an answer, please re-send them! All of my chats were deleted.
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TW / / /: Mentions of r*pe scenarios
Ok for a short introduction, i'm a high schooler, male, and currently not sexually active with anyone and there have just been so many instances with this dumb shit between me and my ndad, and what's worse is that this is just one of many problems between me and him. Fits the bill for being emotionally abuse, and he's very exhausting and draining.
For this specific topic, the first thing I remember which could've truly amped up this whole thing was going to my first school dance as a Soph. It was informal, the friday after the first week, ndad dropped me off there and I had a ton of fun there with everyone. Got in the dance circle a few times, did some voguing moves, legs got tired, scraped knee a bit while doing a few moves, didn't think anything of it. Absolutely no funny business occurred
Got home, I was mad tired, disinfected the scrape and slapped a bandaid on it, slept like i was dead to the world. Next day, ndad sees the bandaid, I say I scraped my knee doing a few dance moves, has obvious look of doubt, and begins interrogating me about like- literally everything that happened. He then went on and on about how he saw the dance circle and how everyone around it looked suspicious and had a certain look on their face, he said that the people that greeted me looked suspicious too (they were my fucking friends happy to see me lmfao).
My ndad is extremely stubborn with his ideas, and has persisted with a constant narrative that I'm like, the school harlot or some shit. This has made me scared to introduce him to any of my friends out of fear he'll begin interrogating and intimidating them.
There happened to be a COVID outbreak at the school, and I told my dad I should get tested because one of my friends got COVID and I shared a class with them. Even when I mentioned this friend in passing, my ndad began to instantly question me about who they were, what grade they were in, what club they were in, how "close" am I with them, etc. and me feeling like I was obligated to answer every question...stupidly answered every single question. I told ndad they were a senior, and I'm guessing that really got him going because then he was like "i'll have to drop by the school and personally ask why a senior is friends with my son." (...bro, fucking what???
Can I not have friends who aren't in my immediate grade level? I'm friends with people in the grades below me, so is it wrong for them to be friends with me?)
I find out in later months that ndad's been texting my (thankfully non-awful) mom about his suspicions, and she sent receipts of his texts where he created this whole wack-ass narrative that i'm being sexually abused by this senior friend, which explained why I was walking funnily after school one day. (For context, P.E was grueling, legs were tired, heavy ass backpack, and having P.E as one of the first classes of the day absolutely stinks.)
This same scenario also repeated pretty recently after some city event. It was nearly finished, i was pretty tired and was chatting with some friends in this little after-party. I apparently butt dialed ndad, he picked up and spoke, but i didn't hear him. So he hung up, then he called back and i responded. ndad said he was waiting to pick me up, and then after a long uncomfy silence he starts interrogating me again. I feel obligated to tell him everything like a plum fool and wouldn't you know it, i'm friends with another senior! A new scapegoat for some wackjob scenario for ndad to make up in his head, when all i was doing was talking and eating at the concessions stand. Now i'm 99.9% he thinks that because of the audio he heard when I butt dialed him, I was being r*ped by this other Senior friend???
One insanely hurtful moment was during an argument between me and ndad where he got close to my face and yelled about how one time i had walked in the car and my mouth had "smelled like DICK. D-I-C-K. DICK." That's the first fucking thing his damn mind went to. Not "you need a breath mint." Not "what'd you eat for lunch?" not "did you brush your teeth?" Immediately went to "my son gave someone head during school today."
It was after that argument where we both agreed to find a therapist, and I would thankfully get to leave with my mom to stay w/ her downstate for a week, but as SOON as i get back, and not even an hour into my return, he sees that I tied my shirt at the waist. It was hot outside, and the shirt was 2 sizes too big which ndad insisted upon for no reason. It's in the car when we're going off to the store where he compares me to an animal in heat where I'm trying to be promiscuous and flirtatious purposefully, and that I'll only attract all the weirdos in our town, and finally my grandma would beat my ass if she saw something like that...several red flags in that interaction alone. What about that oh so glorious therapist we had agreed on? Well he had searched for one (like 3 months later) he told me about her and how the therapy would work...and he proceeded to never bring her up again. Now isn't that pretty telling?
Every suspicion related to me supposedly being sexually active at school has kept going, to the point where almost every week ndad would ask in the car if i'm being harrassed, i would firmly say no out of annoyance and frustration, and then he's just scrunch up his face and frown and go "okay. okay. I believe you." (Hint: he doesn't)
He genuinely believes he's trying to help me, but no matter how many times i say "no i haven't" it almost feels like he wants to hear me say I have. He said he'd get a Private Investigator, police involvement, lie detectors, which i'm 80%-sure they're empty threats. He's also tried to chisel into my brain that nobody can be trusted, and that he's the only one who genuinely cares for me in our town. It is REALLY feeling like he wants an excuse to prove I was wrong about my friends and that "i told you that you cant trust everyone."
Luckily for me, i've secretly went to my school counselor every week for therapy until the end of this year to try working through and rationalizing these issues, talking with my mom about what i can do in these 2 years i have left before I turn an adult. I can't go to live with her, as easy as that may sound. At some point I know I've got to fully stand up to this, but I'm scared of what'll happen if i do. I've gotten electronics taken away in the past, but somewhat recently I had been threatened with holding painful positions or even getting paddled. Thoughts?
TL:DR Father's issues with paranoia, pessimism, and anxiety lead to the persistent and false belief of me being sexually active at school, and even worse the falser belief of me being a victim of rape and hiding it to protect the abuse. Help :,D

I like how much of the Andes are near the amazon, so you get access to food from a variety of climate zones. But also that the higher parts of the Andes don't get too hot. I really do not like heat, cold is much preferable. I like the low cost of living in Bolivia, Peru. I find the Incan history to be very interesting. I also really like Spanish, it's an easy language for me and I almost learned it in high school.
My current plan is to earn money in a high wage state in the US for a few months and work my tail off, than fly down to South America and live off that for the rest of the year.
If you have moved to somewhere in the Andes mountains, what was your experience like? Are there any places in particular you think would be good to move to?

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Shot Heard Across the Galaxy A poor Shil'vati patrol goes looking for that Security Force that just got blasted in the last chapter
First Contact: We jump POV, where Elias gives them "pretty much the exact terms" of their invasion and occupation, turning it back on them.

Shot Heard Across the Galaxy

The summer had clung on by the tips of its fingernails despite the threatening change in season. The dry morning air heated quickly back to what Serenie had grown accustomed to, as if to deny the inevitable unwelcome encroachment of the biting cold night they'd just endured performing riot control in the center city.
Serenie learned some new insults over her comm as a pursuing Captain Goshen had watched the insurgent 'clear a building in a single bound like a retarded kangaroo with viagra in its tail.'" Serenie had never seen a kangaroo, but Earth's nature had fascinated her, and the loose familiarity caused her alone to laugh uproariously at the Captain’s breathless fury.
There were some other matters the Captain had muttered about, such as ‘lies turning truth’ that seemed to elude Serenie’s grasp. One thing that the Captain made certain Serenie did understand was the concept of punishment duty for her laughter. Double-shifts just seemed to be the order of the day, but being sent far afield with these people could hardly be called anything else. The scenery was occasionally something she’d have called nice, if it wasn’t for her present circumstance.
She was stuck with her new podmate, Zell, who it seemed just could *not *shut up.
"Look. All I'm saying is, they're hot. Hotter than the Security Forces 'squad' *we're looking for. *'Squad.' Such a stupid-sounding word."
Serenie's expansive patrol pod had been shattered apart by casualties in the wake of Emperor's attack on Unification Square. The combat patrol had been dropped over twenty feet onto jagged concrete as the overpass they were sprinting across collapsed underneath them into rubble, courtesy of planted explosives. Serenie was one of the only ones to come out with relatively minor injuries and to make a full recovery. She'd even hobbled to the square on a broken leg, just in time to behold the horrific spectacle of the building’s collapse.
Now those cast off shards of incomplete pods had been shuffled and mixed up to serve with some temporarily deployed Shil'vati forces from out-of-state.
Two whole pods made up of the odd numbers from other units, sent to Delaware on punishment duty of their own came together to compose the new team of six out of the hodgepodge. Once Zell had used all her brain to do the math, she announced excitedly: ‘A grateful human boy for each of their rescuers.’
And so the two pods set off with initial enthusiasm, unburdened by much familiarity with one another. That had been three miles ago, and by now the excitement had given way to bitterness over how they were wasting time on a long walk across open, somewhat bleak bulldozed terrain that nature work crews had yet to reclaim, doing Search and Rescue for a bunch of deserters who didn't want to be found at all, instead of rounding up those 'mysterious hot insurgent guys.'
Serenie reflected that at least the razed structures and tall grasses offered a nice view of the vibrant colors the trees were starting to turn. A 'silver lining,' as the more optimistic locals liked to say. 'Well the square was utterly destroyed and you're led by an idiot from a green zone, but at least you're alive!'
The boys here were always upbeat. Then again, they were paid to take their clients' minds off their troubles. And she had to admit they worked better than the stupid Anarevoca. The deep rest in the arms of the man she'd visited while on mandatory medical and psychological leave had done more for her recovery and in then passing the evaluation than anything else she’d tried. She didn’t regret a moment or credit of the exchange, even if the bribes and fees to slip her out and get her the secret rendezvous did her accounts the same kind of damage as she herself had suffered.
She hoped Azraea hadn’t lowered the score just to get every soldier back on the front lines, and switched her line of thought. It did her no benefit to dwell on such things. ‘At least he let me sleep longer than I paid for’, she reflected, remembering the faintly sweet musk of where his shoulder met his neck, and how gently he’d run his fingernails along the back of her head, through her scalp until she fell asleep.
"The insurgents are *not *hot," Serenie muttered. "They're supposedly all too old, too set in their ways to adapt. You know, like, twice your age. You got a father-fucker fetish or something?" Serenie had already had more than an earful of this conversation, and repeating her rent-a-paramour’s comforting words buttressed her conviction. The honeyed sense of validation he’d whispered into her ears was better than dwelling on the possibility that the planet and all the men on it all just outright hated her.
"What, so you got your asses kicked by a bunch of daddies?" At Serenie's stare, her new podmate from New Jersey relented slightly. "Okay, fine. At least admit the *idea *of them is hot. *So *hot.” When Serenie didn’t bite, Zell kept going. “Come on- physically active, mysterious, and just need some love and affection before they realize we aren't so bad, and you win 'em over with -"
"-Yeah, alright, you find one, you try it, you tell me how it goes. If you survive and he’s somehow tolerating even someone like you, then I figure I can swipe him off you."
"Fuck no, we'll share, and you'll be grateful I'm so generous. Seriously, share the insurgency, I say. I can charm 'em so good we'll have peace within the day."
Serenie wondered how Zell had served this long and didn't realize human men tended to be fiercely monogamous. Maybe things were different where Zell served, though Serenie doubted it was.
"That's something I actually wanted to ask. I thought maybe you'd know." Serenie wasn’t sure why Zell might know anything, but it was at least in the area of Zell’s obvious obsessions. "How is 'fuck' an insult? Especially when the humans say words that mean 'fuck you,' but they use it as an insult. But even other forms of it mean ‘get fucked,’ or something."
"You sure it's an insult? Sounds like an invitation, if you ask me. Have you tried asking them ‘when’?"
Just one more addition to the ever-growing mountain of evidence that Zell was an idiot.
The new pod's equally new sergeant was little better, but at least when Sergeant Patmorica interrupted this time, it was focused on the mission. Her comm cut through the half-hearted banter as she made her periodic report at the required interval.
"Command, we've got eyes on a pretty good LZ on the crest of this hill, mark for exfiltration if necessary." Sergeant Patmorica pointed a gauntleted finger to the ridge on the far side of the field. Rote procedure; the last one she'd pointed to would be marked as a secondary. "Got a wide open view of that woods near where the patrol of Security Forces went missing- not seeing much out here in the field. Permission to move into the forest and check for them?"
Data Officer Borzun's voice floated back. "Granted. Relief forces will be en route if you find anything, ETA eleven minutes from Command."
The return signal sounded distant, quieter than normal. Something about that troubled her, but Serenie didn't want to draw the attention of a sergeant eager to prove she was capable of leading a couple pods, or feel she had to prove herself to the red zone veteran. Even more disturbing, Zell looked ready to start talking again.
"How are the other leads looking?" Serenie piped up quickly. At least the sergeant might offer something helpful, even if the information was secondhand.
"Not great. A lot of the people who are *supposed *to be patrolling looking for rebels are responding to the strikes and protests at the prisons, beating up protestors who weren't on any lists, trying to restore some semblance of order," Sergeant Patmorica responded with surprising candor.
"Be a real shame if no one's here. We could be out there helping," Zell picked up the line conversationally as they descended from the crest of the hill near the river, past an old sign that read 'Mister Pasta'. "Instead we're chasing down wayward Security Forces, who probably cut and ran."
"Best lead we've had so far," Patmorica responded.
"Have you heard anything about 'Camp Death'?"
"Just whispers. Nothing solid," Patmorica said, stepping over a half-buried old curb. The work here in leveling the town and returning it to nature had certainly been hurried and half-done. The ridge of the distant trees hadn't expanded outward much at all.
"Supposedly, it's somewhere in the North. We're in the North."
"What, you think Camp Death is actually in the middle of nowhere, somewhere out here? Come on, the town's leveled. There was a bomb that went off literally over there-" Serenie pointed across the rubble of the highway they were walking along. "-Some local shirtless kid pulled a Lieutenant out of the rubble."
"Doesn't seem to have been enough for them to consider saving the neighborhood. Not a chance it's out here; Work crews woulda spotted it."
"Guess the work crews finally got around to really taking the place apart before, you know, 'shit hit the fan.'
Human words were very evocative. Terrible situations lined with precious metals, feces being sprayed about by rapid physical impacts- the mental images they provided, disturbing though they often were, seemed silly enough to bring a smile that had been all too absent on the senior private's face ever since her time in Unification Square.
There used to be some roads here, but all that's been cut off. A bunch of trees, and no structures, no infrastructure, and a bunch of troops? That's just begging for an orbital strike."
"He might have the hostages there. Anywhere might."
The sergeant paused, contemplating something, then jumping into a private comm chat with Serenie, her voice coming through a bit more crisply. "Yeah, alright. Look, I read your file. You had your run-ins. You're still shaken, I understand that, but I need you to not jump at shadows, got that? You get to go on patrol with us, finding some lost boys who forgot how to read a map, and *maybe *lending your local expertise. But I have to weigh that against what you went through. The absolute *last *thing I need is you opening fire because one of the Security Forces guys sneezes, and it sets you off. Are we clear? Not everything's an insurgent. Not everything is done by insurgents."
"Ma'am," Serenie responded. "Understood. I'm cleared as ready for action." Idiot or not, Sergeant Patmorica was still her commanding officer for the time being, and she couldn't exactly relate her late night rendezvous in a red zone and say she was 'all better now.' Confessing such a violation was just *begging *to be written up.
"That's what I like to hear." Something about her answer or stature must have been conveyed while providing the words because they seemed to reassure Patmorica of her readiness. Serenie felt a ray of hope that she was really, well and truly had finally free from the aftereffects.
The rest of the walk along the treeline was blessedly quiet. Five minutes of peaceful walking. No idiots, no stupid orders, no more braggadocia. Even in full kit, Serenie enjoyed nature on earth in all its many mysterious and downright strange aspects. The morning chill felt crisp, and the crunch of dried parched dirt and grasses under her boots felt more alive than the steady beat of boots-on-plate aboard a starship's hull, no matter how large or ambient the white noise supplied.
It was as she reflected on the multitudinal ways the experience was different that she had a realization.
"There's something wrong."
"Is it that we got sent out without a vehicle? 'Cause I think we could have covered all this ground in a few seconds. Honestly, says everything that the Governess shipped us out here, but got tight-fisted with vehicles and equipment."
"No, everyone, be quiet!"
"*You *be quiet, Serenie!" The soldier in front of Zell snapped back.
"Shut up!" She hissed. Sergeant Patmorica spun on her heel. "Private Serenie. What are you-"
"Please, just- just- would you just listen!" A few seconds passed as everyone stared, either obeying or just shocked at the quiet girl's outburst.
"Listen...for what?" Zell finally broke the silence.
"Exactly. Do you hear anything? Birds? See any deer? Where are all the animals?"
"What's your point?"
"I think that we are not alone in this forest."
"Well, we were sent in to investigate where people disappeared to. Duh. It's a good thing if we aren't."
"But where are the animals?"
"I don't know. They migrate, right? Look." As if on cue, a tight formation of flying Canadian Geese passed overhead, honking. "There's your noisy animals right there."
Zell pointed and quipped. “Look sarge, insurgents!” The hand tracked the geese as they flew overhead.
Serenie felt trapped. How had some stranger from out-of-state been promoted to Sergeant and assigned to lead these pods, despite clearly never leading so much as a patrol in a yellow zone? Worse, Patmorica continued her teasing, likely to try and regain some face after her authority being openly challenged.
"Should we call it in? Tell Command: 'it's quiet' or ‘I saw some parrots’? With everything else going on in the state, do you think they'll laugh, or do you think they'll...?" The sergeant turned back to face the forest whose edge they were weaving in and out of, turning to start walking up the steep hill again, as if transfixed by something. "Hold on. I've got some thermal there and- hey, are you Ladies picking this up? I've got an IFF..."
Serenie dutifully reported her readings, grateful to at least get the topic changed. "I've got one friendly- two now. Security Forces standard."
Sergeant Patmorica pointed up the steep embankment she'd been about to start walking up. "I'm reading them as being straight ahead on my map. Confirm?"
This time someone else spoke up, and with all the fresh voices and full helmets, Serenie wasn't sure she could place them all. She was too busy staring at the collection of dead and dried branches lining the bottom of the hill.
What might leave such a large swath or create a clearing? A bear? She'd seen a video of one rubbing their backs against trees, one of the first to return to the state of Delaware, dubbed ‘DelaBear. These were certainly very large, unfamiliar trees. She’d never seen anything like them before, much as she’d never seen a Bear. To her mind, she might imagine such a large furry beast seeking out a suitably large tree, for some purpose or other. But she did not see any tufts of fur stuck in the grass or to the bark. And didn’t they only do that when shedding off their loose fur in Spring?
"It's two of the missing Security Forces," reported the sergeant somewhat spiritedly, leading the way toward the hill, the pod moving forward in her wake.
She crouched low again, taking a step back, eyes following where a serpentine footpath ascended the bluff. It was hard for her to make out if there were any footprints or animal tracks in the parched dirt, until at last she saw one near her own footprint. Conclusive evidence eluded her, but she thought she could make out a boot print, and searched her memory. Was it the pattern of the Security Forces uniforms? Was she just searching for signs and evidence, the conclusion already obvious in her mind?
Then she turned in place, and saw the many trampled grasses behind them, only noticeable once the patrol had reached where they had all converged. There were far, *far *too many to be the Security Forces.
"Zell. Zell! Hold here," Serenie whispered, putting her hand out to block her new podmate's progress.
"What?"
"Trust me."
"Privates! Fall in!"
Patmorica's tone was harsh. Serenie motioned like she was going to comply, freezing in place again the moment the sergeant's back was turned to her again. Something about this place seemed wrong. Where were the others of their 'squad'? And why hadn't they reached out to them on the comms yet?
Zell shook her hand free of Serenie's.
"Zell. Zell!"
Zell ignored her.
"Zell, will you stop thinking of fucking your father and turning your family tree into a circle for one depths-damned minute and listen to me!? Something. Is. Wrong."
"What?" Zell hissed, annoyedly. "I'm not getting in trouble just because you have 'a feeling'."
"There's some sort of structure up top. I'm getting metal readings. Way more than just their plate armor. Sensors are reading weird depressions on the way up, too. I'll relay it to your suits' telemetry. Are you receiving this?"
"How do I do that?" Zell asked, tapping her helmet. "Ah to the depths with it. Could it be caves?" Serenie's dimwitted podmate asked, clearly dreading that the answer potentially might be: 'Yes, now we have to go explore them.'
"Didn't you read your briefing? Delaware doesn't have caves." Serenie had read that first upon deployment, and then wondered where all the bats came from.
"Then what is-"
At that point, her comms dropped off completely, replaced with a sharp whine in her ear.
Communications lost. Signal lost.
"Ma'am, Sergeant? Zell? I've got a suit malfunction- I can't hear you." Serenie called out, pressing the button to retract the mouthpiece of her helmet. Her suit's connection to the satellites seemed to have cut out. Most of her HUD blanked out as she stepped forward to be heard, the device no longer receiving data to sync with the other suits and Command. The Friendly IFF signals had winked out as well.
Everyone seemed to be looking amongst each other, slowly coming closer together to be heard, faceplates retracting so they could speak, or touching helmets so the suit would pick up the vibrations.
So it wasn't just her, then, but her podmates, too. All of them were eyeing the hill, now, Serenie's sinking suspicion catching on. Then, everyone was calling out activity at once, some of them pointing in different directions, clumsily sighting down their rifles without the HUD to guide their targeting reticle.
"Everyone fall back. Rifles up- rifles up! Those are not friendlies!"
Movement from the crest of the ridge, figures pointing down at them, including the long barrels of unusual weaponry, the likes of which Serenie had seen glimpses of before, and again in her nightmares. Voices called out over one another, without a comms system to filter or grant priority.
"Motion! I've got motion!"
"It's an ambush!"
"Identify and surrender now! Lay down your weapons!" The sergeant yelled. There was no answer, but neither side opened fire. "Identify yourselves immediately!" Bellowed the sergeant, again, switching her command suit to loudly project her voice in the local tongue. "Surrender immediately!" Serenie was pulling Zell back. They were vastly outnumbered.
Those low, unmistakable, clipped and precise tones of the Emperor of Mankind that her translator didn't need to pick up had her heart thrumming in her ears too loud to even make out the words, no matter how clearly enunciated they were. She knew what they meant well enough, and her steps backward started carrying her out of the woods on instinct.
For what it was worth, her sergeant didn't balk, and renewed her demands.
"Surrender immediately! Lay down your arms!"
The response was as sudden as it was brutal. Where once Sergeant Patmorica had stood, now there was empty air. Something powerful cleaved her in half, a sharp roar of noise following as the hypersonic round split the air in a deafening thunderclap.
She hadn't quite been vaporized, rather jerked clean off her feet by a sudden and terrible impact, boots leaving the ground and her body separated at the middle, halves toppling to the ground and held together by the just as suddenly exposed entrails. The shock of the impact had surely killed her instantly.
Serenie turned on her heel and ran for her life.

First Blood

"Sur-ren-dar!" The call sounded out from the valley below. One of those few words the Shil'vati knew and uttered almost every time we met, often before we'd even begun fighting.
I grabbed the megaphone, irritated that I'd been kept waiting so long for them to show up. "We don't have enough facilities to take you all prisoner. Please elect your bravest, most stalwart defenders of your way of life, and have them step forward into the line of fire for us to dispose of. The remainder of you will be afforded the same kindness as you have given our civilians. As you're unfamiliar with democracy and the concept of 'voting,' we'll give you a moment to conform to our system of governance and culture, whether you like it or not. You get an unreasonably short amount of time to comply."
I tossed the Megaphone back down to Larry, who stared up at me with wide eyes. The sound of wind through the trees was all endured for now, a shocked silence settling in.
"What?" I asked, hefting the railgun up to my shoulder with a shrug and aiming down the sights at the one who continued to bellow threats. It seemed we had a volunteer. "Turnabout is fair play."
I raised an open hand to all those who had watched, and the stunned silence turned to eager discipline, men sighting irons and readying themselves to unleash hell as I lowered my hand slowly, indicating I was to take the first shot.
"The Emperor has given his orders!" He bellowed into the megaphone. "Hold the line! Hold for the signal!"
I squeezed off the first round, letting the railgun round kick- and this time I was braced for it. The shot took the woman right in the midsection, and tore her apart. Screaming and shouting from below- but no signs of an immediate mass surrender.
"FIRE!"
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If you're anything like me, you hate the taste and texture of our friendly shrooms and would rather take them in any other form. As such I have experimented with turning our trips into a tasty, not only trippy, experience.
Making Tea
To achieve my goals I began with the technique of making Tea and adapted it. The simple steps for a tea and our basis for our snacks are as follows:

1. Crush / grind your mushrooms.
2. Place into hot BUT NOT BOILLING water, along with your tea.
3. Stir intermittently for 5-10 minutes.
4. Strain the liquid, as many times as desired, I usually do 2/3 times.
5. Drink on up.

Magic Water
Now this strategy works quite well, but isn't ideal for turning into other forms. Primarily for making jelly, this wont be hot enough to melt the gelatine. Therefore my steps for infused water are as follows.

1. Crush / grind your mushrooms.
2. Using a pot, bring some water to below simmering. You should see some whisps of steam but if its bubbling you risk losing potency.
3. Add in your mushrooms and stir for 5-10 minutes, making sure to not heat up the water too much.
4. Strain your liquid several times.

Magic Jelly
At the end of these steps you should have a discoloured liquid with relatively few bits. From here you can take several routes, I will describe how I carried on to make Jelly.

1. Once again warm up the liquid to below simmering.
2. Add in your cubes/powder of gelatine and stir until dissolved.
3. Pour into a suitable jelly container.
4. Add some fruit to taste.

This resulted in a very tasty Jelly that was very pleasant. So good I couldn't even tell it was magic until the trip began! Photos of the endeavour here.
Your Own Magic
The possibilities for what you can turn your Magic Water into are almost endless. The only requirement is that it has a relatively good water content, hence why Jelly is pretty ideal. But some ideas of what you can turn it into are:

• Tea / Coffee / Hot Chocolate
• Smoothie / Milk Shake
• Jelly / Gummies
• Soup / Sauce? -- I tried magic bolognaise sauce but it was quite heavy on my stomach.
• Rice? -- If the psilocybin survives the boiling, you could have magic rice for a curry?

Ensuring Success
No matter what you are making be careful of temperatures! Anything over boiling WILL harm your potency and I would suggest against even getting close to that. I wouldn't heat them over a light simmer at most.
Be conscious of your desired dosages. The jelly I made had around 12 grams, so I divided it into 6 so each dose would be around 2 grams. Just like any other edibles, the distribution can be uneven and should be respected. Especially with a sweet treat, it can be tempting to take more too soon. Remember, slow and steady wins the race.
Some people get nausea during the early stages of ingestion, so be careful with what you select to eat with. Jelly wasn't a problem at all, but magic bolognaise was very heavy on my stomach and I would suggest against.
Summary
There's a whole world of possibilities for infusing food and your trips. To do so we must ensure both our active ingredients and ourselves are safe. Be cautious and never do an amount or activity you aren't comfortable with.
That being said, have fun and let me know your experiences along with your suggestions.
Love, GoldenThatcher.

Hello, I need some help with my tortoise.
He is I'm estimating15-20 years old (not sure as previous owners didnt know age), Russian/horsefield tortoise. I live in England, so its not what you call "hot" in this country, and we have an energy cost crisis, where this year im having to cut down on all his heat lamp use, meaning he can not use it this year. Its around 14 degrees i think in the room where he is staying, and can reach 18 degrees. He BARELY eats his food, or drinks his water. When we goes out in the 19 degrees sun in the garden, he doesnt eat weeds, and he used to SO much every other summer. I dont catch him drinking water, and he won't eat his food pellets. He will only eat lettuce sometimes, which i give to him for hydration. He seems regularly active. Not running around everywhere, but he sometimes likes to walk a bit. He isn't really sleepy, in fact more awake this year than previous years when he has had a heat lamp and eaten more frequently. He also seems very happy. Basically he's still fully functional and there is nothing visibly wrong with him. He looks perfectly fine...HE JUST DOESNT EAT OR DRINK. im talking once a week. he is around 7 inches long. Can anyone suggest anything to me to help him or advice or knowledge to keep me at rest? He is also a VERY fussy eater, so i cant just give him any old food to eat.
Thanks in advance

We are all working a seasonal job right now. That means our company houses us for free but it also means the roommate situations are pretty crowded/less than ideal. My boyfriend of 10 months and I came here together and share a room in a house with four other women and two other men.
Our house is pretty close. We all hang out almost every day and talk regularly. Because we live in such a small space and share bathrooms, kitchen etc. it’s impossible to avoid each other and any kind of conflict would make a big wave in the entire house.
One of my roommates is really starting to bother me. I noticed twice in the past week that when she would say hello/goodbye to my boyfriend and I at parties, she would hug him for a long time and literally hold onto his fingers…and then just give me a peace sign or wave. Which is odd because she’s just as close with me as she is my boyfriend (which, in the grand scheme of things, is not very). I shrugged it off because I trust my boyfriend and maybe it’s just a coincidence.
Tonight enraged me though. It was my birthday and we were having a party at our house. The party was winding down and while almost everyone was outside me, my boyfriend, and my other roommate [20F] were sitting in the kitchen and he was eating spaghetti I heated up for him.
The roommate in question pranced in and literally put her face in my boyfriends and at the spaghetti off of his fork as he was holding it up to eat. Like made him feed her. The other three of us laughed uncomfortably and I didn’t say anything because I was just shocked. She walked away and then maybe two minutes later came back and DID IT AGAIN. This time my other roommate gave me a look of WTF and my boyfriend was clearly uncomfortable. Then she made some weird joke about how our younger roommate thought my boyfriend was hot and she also got visibly uncomfortable and even told her to stop. I just got up and went to our room at that point as we were about to go to bed anyway…and I was really upset she pulled that and especially at MY birthday party.
My boyfriend followed me after a minute or two and he was extremely uncomfortable with how touchy and borderline flirtatious she has been with him. I am uncomfortable at this point as well. I know he would shut her down should she try to go any further but he doesn’t deserve to feel uncomfortable in his own home.
He wants to say something to her but he can tend to be a bit abrasive, I want to say something but I don’t want to come off as just an insecure girlfriend so I think that he should.
Should one or both of us say something? And how to say it without causing conflict and ruining the house dynamic?
Tl;dr: Roommate is getting touchy with my bf and it’s making him and I uncomfortable. Not sure how to bring it up without causing drama.

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Hello there and Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening Fellow Redditors!
Before you continue, as a young man who knows what he wants, I would like to state what I am NOT seeking:

• Fakes/Flakes
  
• Pen-Pals: (Meeting up in real life should be the goal)
  
• Time-wasters: Introduction and pleasantries are fine and welcomed. I am just looking for the conversation to progress and for dates to be marked on the calendar! My schedule is FLEXIBLE due to my line of work, so I can adapt and evolve as needed!
  
• Lastly, PG pictures are work just fine, and I have plenty to share. Yes, I am well-endowed, but there's more to me than that. With that being said, you wouldn't walk up to a man in real life and ask him his cock size at your first introduction...would you?
  

I'm not a man looking for loads of digital nudity. I would definitely much rather see you in real life and get a surprise!
*** Also, I'm on NoFap. The basic explanation means I don't masturbate and waste my seed into kleenexs, lol. (Going almost 200 days strong), so unbridled, primal virility are aplenty with me!
FOR COUPLES: If you are interested in me being your third, please talk amongst each other and make sure both of you agree, so we can all proceed smoothly on our journey together!
***SHORTENED VERSION:
TLDR: Summary of me: I'm a young nerd/geek with an outgoing personality, shredded physique, and contagious smile/love of laugh laughter. I'm seeking a like-minded woman to befriend and have an ONGOING, and most importantly, RELIABLE mutual relationship (friendship) with. I'm also very open to something serious as well!
I am also a HUGE Giver and love extended foreplay. I am straight & fully comfortable in my sexuality and open to a vast array of Kinks/Potential Fantasies inside and outside of the bedroom!
PSA: For those looking to stay safe and keep their circle small or require discretion due to certain circumstances (work or personal), I'm your guy!
*** Also open to the potential of seriousness & exclusively should we take that course!
***LONG VERSION:
Hello there,
I am a young, well-spoken, and outgoing individual sporting an amazing sense of humor & chiseled physique. I deeply enjoy good conversation filled with laughter and the warmth it brings and love to please as I am very eager to learn, try, and experience new things!
Things I enjoy OUTSIDE of the bedroom:

• Fitness (Both Resistance & Aerobic) Walking, Jogging, Hiking, etc.
  
• Video Games & Board Games
  
• Nerf Wars & Airsoft
  
• Nature Exploration & Outdoor Recreation (I would love to try out camping, kayaking, and canoeing!)
  
• Watching Movies and TV Shows
  
• Creative Thinking both PG and Rated R lol
  

Things I enjoy Inside of the Bedroom include everything vanilla plus A LOT (virtually open to exploring everything except extreme pain) more that I'd love to discuss face to face.
My Ideal Person:
I am searching for a cool, laid-back and relaxed woman to enjoy mutual fun INSIDE and preferably OUTSIDE of the bedroom as well. The type of person who can enjoy a mind-blowing session while also being able to laugh at various blunders or bloopers that happen during or after the fun, go for nature walks with a lustful twist, and/or seeing a movie on the couch or in theatre!
NO Pressure, NO Insecurity, just cool peeps having an amazing, hot time while creating passionate memories together.
Thanks for stopping by and reading. Shoot me a chat request, and I look forward to meeting you!

We have a beautiful, growing community of women who want to nurture our natural hair. 4a/b/c hair is becoming popular again and it's gorgeous!
That being said - not every hair stylist has gotten themselves up to date with how to properly style natural hair. And a lot of non-black people are still uneducated about kinky hair. It is difficult learning this for ourselves, especially for those of us who have only recently seen our normal texture - but we should correct ignorance when we encounter it.
• Kindly, stop hair "stylists" who try to blow dry your hair without leave-in or heat protectant. Just ask hehim to stop, and ask for the products you need. If they cannot resist yanking at your head with the blowdryer, just stop them and tell them this is not working for you; pay for whatever service you have received so far and leave
• Gently, physically block people you aren't close with from putting their fingers in your hair. I personally ease the awkwardness by saying something like "you gotta pay for that" or "you're going to mess up my style"
• Calmly, tell your family members who suggest damaging methods to "manage" your hair texture - I like my hair naturally the way it is. Pathetic threats that I won't find a good man while my hair is in a fro mean nothing to me because I would never consider partnering with someone who thinks beautiful 4c hair is unattractive
Let's stop trying to be nice and soothe everybody. Let's be kind but firm instead. I believe we will be treated with the respect we deserve once we establish our boundaries. Smile on, black ladies 🤎

This is the pasta recipe just the way I would have made it when I was 10 years old and cooking this for my mates at Diablo 2 LAN parties. As the hours tick down for Diablo 4 release I have just finished making a batch, and can't wait for the upcoming weekend.

Diablo Pasta

Background

We all have different lenses available to us. We view the world through these lenses. We judge, weigh, sum and measure the world around us as it passes us by. Our lenses are tinted by the memories and experiences that age us. Regardless of your lens, it is unlikely that this recipe will speak to you as it does to me. In amongst the blurred haze of moments from 25 years ago are a few clearings. In one such clearing, a memory of this pasta dish resides. Stored safely in perpetuity, clad in armour smithed from purest nostalgia. Time does not weary it, nor do the years condemn. Once more I shall perform the culinary rituals required to summon this beast. Twenty five years ago this pasta fuelled the efforts required to drive a trembling Diablo, horned tail between his legs, retreating back to the bosom of hell. Now we stand on the eve of Diablo 4, ready to play the same game again, with the same frenns, might as well eat the same pasta too. Enjoy.

Ingredients

• 1kg beef mince
• 1 large brown onion
• 1 large carrot
• 1 stick of celery
• 5 cloves garlic
• 4 anchovy fillets
• 250 grams of diced bacon
• 1 jar of pitted kalamata olives
• 1 small jar of semi dried tomatoes
• 1 bottle of passata
• 2 tins of chopped tomatoes
• 1 tbsp tomato paste
• 500ml of beef stock
• 2 cups of red wine
• 2 tsp dried basil
• 2 tsp dried oregano
• 2 tsp dried thyme
• 2 tsp dried chilli
• 1 tsp cracked pepper
• 2 cups of grated cheddar (get a block and grate it yourself, trust)
• 1 packet of dried pasta (spag was the OG, but w/e)
• Olive oil / salt

Method

-Dice the following to half centimetre and chuck it all in a bowl together

• Onion
• Celery
• Carrot

-Mince the following in to a fine paste, I used to just do this with the knife on the board

• Garlic
• anchovies

I actually used to just grate the carrot and celery and then chuck it grated on to the cutting board and pass my knife through it to bring the size down a bit more because I was not yet skilled enough to dice a carrot
-Chuck a pan on the heat, and glug some olive oil in, just before smoking point (IE, fucking hot) chuck in your bowl of diced stuff from above and start moving it around straight away as to not scorch the bottom
-After your veg looks good in the pot, throw in the minced beef and bacon
I used to break it into small chunks from the tray it came on and toss it in piece by piece, occasionally stirring quickly in between chunks
-Stand over it and stir constantly like a dickhead because you are 10 years old and you think this is the way, do this until everything is brown (brown meme)
-Chuck the wine in, let it bubble away for a couple of minutes
-Chuck all of the rest of the liquids in

• 1 bottle of passata
• 2 tins of chopped tomatoes
• 1 tbsp tomato paste
• 500ml of beef stock

-When everything is up to boil, chuck your jars in

• 1 jar of pitted kalamata olives
• 1 small jar of semi dried tomatoes

-Add the dried stuff

• 2 tsp dried basil
• 2 tsp dried oregano
• 2 tsp dried thyme
• 2 tsp dried chilli
• 1 tsp cracked pepper

-Let it simmer away (stir every now and then so as to not stick. I used to set recurring timers on my computer, otherwise RIP because Diablo) The theory here at the time was that longer = more flavour. This scales pretty much infinitely, but ultimately if it is over about 40 mins, you probs are ok. Season your sauce when done with the simmering–taste, salt, taste, salt, taste, salt.
-Bring a big pot of water up to boil, salt it until it is salty like the sea, then chuck your pasta in, cook until al dente -Chuck your pasta and 1 cup of the cheese in to the sauce, and stir around until they are thoroughly introduced -Serve, using the second cup of cheese for topping and cracked pepper on top. Enjoy, my demon slaying frenns, thanks for being around for so fuckin long <3 <3 <3

winter is approaching and so the coldweather. my hqnds and feet getHYPER cold. almost unbearable. i gotta keep pressing them against my leg tk heat em up which means i kinda gotta put the icy cold hands there and feel that horriblr sensation constantly. what do i do. im wearing like 4 socks and its still not emough to keep my feet hot. my hands, of i wear gloves, ill occasionally sweat in an anxiety provoking situatiom which will make everything worse simce thr glove will become wet and then the heat will escape even faster and it feels like im wearing ice water gloves. i dont know what to do. any tips?

I realized i don't even do 5000 km/year on this car, and it's mainly for urban. I bought new set of Turanza T005 last summer and loving it (the comfort mainly), also have a set of old winter tyres that needs to be replaced. Winters here in last years usually dry and cold, and when it falls it's not rain, it snows but it doesn't stay on the roads for long. Summers are hot and dry, it's not unusual to see temps exceeding 30C.
I know All Seasons are a compromise (like all tyres) but don't know how much of a compromise. I'm mainly worried about how they will behave in extreme heat. Hankook Kinergy 4S2 is the model i have in my mind in particular. Will try to trade my summer tyres for it or sell mines and buy a new set of them. Size is 195/65/R15. Do you think it's worth bothering with this?

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19F, Bottom-bitch here! I'm an enthusiastic, conversation-loving roleplayer with 4-5 years of experience under my belt and quite the fucked up imagination as my crown.
A little bit more about myself: I'm into the depraved. The more fucked up you are within RP, the more welcome you are in my DMs. I've been roleplaying for a little over five years now and if there's one thing I learned, it's that the darker the RP the better. Not looking for romance, benevolence or a drop of kindliness in our RP, only looking for someone who I can satisfy by helping them fullfill their darkest and most diseased fantasies. If that's what you're looking for, then I assure you that I'm the gal. However, I also love a good chit-chat! Looking more than forward to discussing further details of our play with you and seeing how creative we can get with this twisted piece of art.
I'm very open to other suggestions as well as hearing any other ideas you might have, but I've come up with a few of my own scenarios. Make your pick, and let's play.
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⇛PICK YOUR FAVORITE SCENARIO AND LET'S PLAY!⇚
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➩ Mommy and Her Slave: You want worship. It's been like this starting from your early years and extending all the way to your adulthood. Every single relationship you've ever been in, you've made sure that it was you on top and no one else and even today in your marriage, it is you who reigns strong both in the household and in the bedroom. Yet, even that is not enough to satisfy your undying god complex. What you need is something sinful, something new; and you get exactly that chance when your husband loses his life in a tragic car accident. You've had your eyes on your daughter (me) for a while now, for years to be true. Every passing day she grows prettier and her eyes shine with a god-given innocence that you've grown to loath. To you, she is a threat to your temple; and a rebellion set to defy your rule. Determined to crush this rebellion, you decide that the best way to do this is to strike early while she is still mourning the loss of her late father. You march into her room, trap her in a corner and then tower over her. A familiar heat rises inbetween your legs at the sight of your daughter's face so close to your womanhood. You'll make sure that every night before she goes it bed, it won't be god she prays to; it'll be you.
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➩ Sisterly Hate: You've always hated me. For you, I've always been the center of attention. Ever since the day I came into your life, you feel that I have been nothing to you but the sole reason mom and dad started neglecting, ignoring and outright ghosting you. All these years, you faked smiles at your me with a courtesy that made your mouth burn and now, you plot revenge. Often you've pictured yourself hurting me in unimaginable ways, and often you found yourself eventually aroused by just the thought of them. Mom and dad are leaving on a business trip soon, and you've already made up your mind; you'd fuck your sister's mouth for all the times she made yours burn.
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➩ Bully: You're an older girl in school, and I'm the innocent transfer student from Europe. You dislike me right away. I'm everything you're not. Kind, sweet and seemingly naive. I never hesitate to help other students in need, but what makes you hate me the most is that you hear that I come from a wealthy family. You don't trust rich people and you blame them for pretty much anything wrong with your life, whether it be because the death of your mother due to you not being able to pay for her medicine, or because you can't afford the clothes you want. Thinking I look down on people because of my money, you plan to teach me a lesson. You learn that I go to the library to study on the weekends. You decide that it'll be the right time to strike. You make up a lie and lure me into an empty storage room. You've always wondered how it would feel to have a helpless rich whore kissing your ass.
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➩ The Girl Next Door: We first met a year ago when my family and I moved into your quiet little middle-class neighborhood. Despite never really becoming "close friends" with one another, you and I have had several chit-chats over the months and even shared couple of walks around the neighborhood, where we spoke of school, boys and our families. However, throughout all of this - the only thing your twisted fucking mind was concerned with was how badly you wanted to make me squeal in pain. You've been fantasizing about this; to hurt me and have me worship you, your pussy, ass and thighs as hot tears fell from my eyes. You finally get your chance when you find out that my parents would be leaving town for their month-long business trip. The very night of the day they leave, you sneak into my house through an open window in the back yard and start searching the house for me. Not too long after, you find me asleep on the living room couch. Immediately, you feel heat rising inbetween your thighs, sweaty from the break-in. You have nothing to lose anyway. You climb onto the couch, and crouch down over the girl's neck, deciding how you want to wake her up. You are the sadist next door, and I am the girl you've wanted to rape over a year. Good thing every house in our neighborhood has a basement.
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➩ Thief: You've had a rough childhood. Barely in your 20's, you're already unemployed, a NEET and have criminal records piled on top of the other. Living in a pretty bad neighborhood, you make a living by breaking into what you think are empty luxurious cabins of rich people burried deep in the forests of your state. One night in particular, you're greeted with more than laptops and phones to steal. First, you find a note that reads "We're gone for two nights, honey! The food is in the fridge." Curious, you investigate deeper and find a girl sleeping on the sofa of the living room. Immediately, you feel a heat rising inbetween your thighs, sweaty from the break-in. You have nothing to lose anyway. You climb onto the sofa, and crouch dowm over the girl's neck, deciding how you want to wake her up.
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➩ Friend's Mom: I'm your daughter's study-buddy and you've had your eyes on me from the very moment I stepped through your door. I'm the typical conservative family girl, all smiling, sweet-smelling and well mannered. I open my mouth very little around you but the times I do, I'm soft-spoken and so kind to the point that I look to be nothing more than good influence for your daughter. However, I'm also just the kind of girl you used to bully in college just to get off due to some sick, perverted fantasy of yours. Often times you find yourself laying in bed at night, checking out my social media and molesting your clit to my photos. One time while I'm over at a sleepover at your place and your daughter's dead asleep, you lure me into your bedroom to get me "help you out" with "something." You know I'm meek, so you easily overpower and then threaten me. You push me down, mount my face and pull out your phone to record me suckling on your wet flower.
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(💕) A List of my biggest turn-ons. (💕)
-Non-Consent. -Squirting/Bodily Fluids -Ass/Pussy Worship. -Facesitting/Face Humping. -Clothed Sex/Dry Humping -Semi-Incest/Incest -Petplay/Degradation/Humiliation -Carrying/Piggyback (I like to be the one carrying.) -Thigh Suffocation -Scent-Play. -Age gaps.
(🚫) My Limits! (🚫)
-Gore. -Futanari. -Animals.
FYI ⚠️
I am quite literally limitless except for the things I've listed! Don't shy away from your urges to bring out any of the dark fantasies you've been lusting for. I want you to enjoy as much as I will, so please feel absolutely free to tell me anything you would want to include in our play~
I'll be happily waiting for you to message! 💕
➪ MY KIK: DuhRight
Note: This RP will be strictly Non-Consent, please DO NOT ask for anything other than Non-Consent.
Note 2: If you sent me an message before and not yet recieved an answer, please re-send them! All of my chats were deleted.
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I grew up with a functional alcoholic father and didn't realize how normalized alcohol use had become to me until I was in my late 20s. I started drinking a lot in college and was pretty consistently the heaviest drinker with friends. Not the most drunk because I adapted to handling it well but I could keep up with people that had a few dozen pounds on me. A lot of people say alcohol makes them tired or not feel great after a few drinks, I just feel better and better unless I get to the point of throwing up. And even then I'd feel better after puking and want to drink more.
I'm 29 now and it got pretty bad over the past 3 years or so. So did my dad's, and I think watching him slowly kill himself with it despite the pleas of everyone in our family, therapy, and an intervention I staged started to make me realize how serious my own problem was.
I was working an incredibly high stress job and it started to become my only way to relax. Come home, drink all night, wake up hungover, repeat. When covid hit I started working from home and it evolved into day drinking to get through the work day. I'd take a shot at 11 and keep up a buzz all day while feeling like complete dogshit the entire time. I hid it from my girlfriend at the time. I'd buy duplicate bottles of the liquor we had and hide them in the basement so it wasn't obvious I was plowing through a few fifths a week at times. If she or anyone at work noticed they never said anything. I kind of snapped at one point and quit the job (couldn't keep doing 60+ hours after a few years of it); I've had enough financial stability to not work for several months now but the drinking didn't really stop. I cut back a lot and starting working out, even lost a lot of weight, but I've been oscillating between moderate and heavy drinking the entire time. I've been dealing with a lot of mental health issues and realized I have absolutely been using alcohol as a form of escapism from depression and anxiety. The only time I'm not in total fight-or-flight mode is after a drink.
Last year I spontaneously accepted an invitation to EDC for this May from an old friend. If you're not familiar, it's a gigantic rave/electronic music festival outside Las Vegas. I've never been to anything like that and thought I'd give it a go. I'd actually forgotten about it until I got added to a group chat a few weeks before and managed to get my shit together enough to make plans to go. It was the first thing of note I'd done in months.
We camped in the desert with a crew of people I largely didn't know and had an incredible time. The group brought vodka but it was so brutally hot during the day no one (myself included) could stomach the idea of alcohol. It literally felt like a survival situation where you were just trying to sleep and stay hydrated and sane in 100+ heat under the Nevada sun. Then at night you'd take a bunch of party drugs and wander around the Speedway seeing DJ sets while being overstimulated with neon light shows and unending bass. It might've been the most fun I've had in years and I didn't drink for 3 days; which I haven't done for years.
I don't know if it was the healthiest way to force an evaluation of my life, but it forced one anyway. And I realized I didn't want to end up like my dad and that I'd been pissing away my life in a bottle. I'm happy I've come to this conclusion but panged with regret around how much time I've lost. I came home happy for the first time in about a year and totally full of energy. I was ready to get my next job, start making new friends, and start a new chapter of my life.
Those feelings lasted about 2 days and since then I have crashed, hard. I've been sleeping 10-12 hours and I'm exhausted by 3 after having done nothing. I've read it's possible my body is repairing a lot of long-term damage now that I'm not constantly inundating it with a toxin. I'm trying to do what I can. I'm introducing moderate exercise, taking multivitamins, eating extremely well, drinking water, and obviously avoiding booze. I still feel like shit, though. I have no motivation or energy. I've been in a foul mood. I feel foggy and slow, I can't follow conversation well and articulating my thoughts is difficult. Complex ideas wash over me and feel like grabbing at molasses. It's like my brain is stuck in power-saving mode. Nothing brings me joy. I realized I don't even know how to socialize without alcohol, I'm worried it's going to make meeting people difficult and hanging out with existing ones more complicated. It's like my genes and upbringing funneled me into a trap I didn't even know existed until recently and now that I know it's there I don't know how to get out. I feel like a shell.

Walkthrough: https://youtu.be/2JtBGEQOuaY
I made this video to show what the UPN Garden apartments look like. When I transferred, I didn’t get to see any images or videos on how UPN looked, so I hope this video helps incoming students who get placed here. Also sorry for the mess, this was taken post-graduation and right before move-out, so a little craziness was expected.
This is building 240 on Buckingham Way, Garden units. I was placed in a 3 bed, 1 bath unit with 4 other women, so 5 roommates in total! A little hectic at times, but we managed.
Things to note:

1. Only 2-pronged outlets! 3-pronged appliances will NOT fit. Please look into getting adapters, Amazon has a bunch: https://www.amazon.com/Converter-Polarized-JACKYLED-Appliances-Industrial/dp/B085QBFBKB/ref=sr_1_2_sspa?crid=1NSEV44HCCT66&keywords=3+pronged+2+pronged+adapter&qid=1685570103&sprefix=3+pronged+2+pronged+a%2Caps%2C941&sr=8-2-spons&psc=1&spLa=ZW5jcnlwdGVkUXVhbGlmaWVyPUEzME5KWEFDUVM5ME9MJmVuY3J5cHRlZElkPUEwMjU0MTk5M0RTR05HM1FQRk5VWSZlbmNyeXB0ZWRBZElkPUEwMzc3OTMzMUdRWTBUMkFTNVE0OCZ3aWRnZXROYW1lPXNwX2F0ZiZhY3Rpb249Y2xpY2tSZWRpcmVjdCZkb05vdExvZ0NsaWNrPXRydWU=
2. Kitchen countertops easily stain and damage.
3. The bathroom ceiling bubbles up from leakage from the upper floors. This is common for UPN units altogether.
4. There are heaters in every room! To turn them off, pull the string and let it fall back into the heater. This shuts a flap so that hot air doesn’t get released. However, it still gets hot even if you do close it. I put a durable bag in front of the heater to try and cover the vent, but it still remains warm. There is no real way to stop the heat.
5. Consider privacy film for windows, people are nosy. We were on the bottom floor, so we had a lot of foot traffic and nosy people. Amazon has some options: https://www.amazon.com/Daytime-Privacy-Non-Adhesive-Decorative-Control/dp/B07FBZ7NML/ref=sr_1_6?crid=NWGHI8DRR3CT&keywords=window+tinted+film+for+home&qid=1685570419&sprefix=window+tinted+film+for+home%2Caps%2C310&sr=8-6
6. We had an ant problem when we first move in. I highly suggest getting ant spray or ant traps. The ant problem went away after 2 months into the fall semester
7. Close windows when it’s super windy outside. SFSU Housing will also suggest you close them so that the windows don’t snap off and get damaged.
8. The bathrooms are forever stained. The roommates and I are very clean people, so we would clean the bathroom every weekend, but it still looked dirty even though it was cleaned. The linoleum had dark spots that could not be cleaned by mopping or any product we used. We just tried to keep up with the cleaning schedule and cover it up with some big bathroom rugs to make it look presentable.

The UPN Gardens are not the worst, but the overall term to describe them would be “Janky.”
We never really had any big safety concerns either. We had some instances of homeless people sleeping on top of the carports and a really drunk student who passed out on the lobby floor, but nothing dangerous. Even if there was a problem, campus security was fast acting and could get to UPN quickly. We had one car stolen (from what I’ve heard) during the 2 semesters I was living at UPN. It was not one of my roommates, but one of the other residents in our building. They busted her driver's window out and stole it that way.
Transportation around UPN was wonderful! We had the 57 that went through the UPN area as well as the 29. M was only a 10-minute walk away. It was easy to take a bus or train to where ever you needed to go.
Feel free to add/share anything else I missed!

I got an oil change about a week ago, they said that it looked like I have a coolant leak; I stuck my ignorant head under the hood, and some fluid was definitely spraying off of one of the belts, just from the belt spinning. Called the dealership (still under warranty, I think). They can't get me in until 6/8. I've been keeping an eye on the temps on the dash, checking the coolant level periodically, and trying to keep my driving to a minimum.
On 5/30, I had some unavoidable errands to run in the afternoon, heading home after, the coolant temp hit 250F and the dash flashed that it was too hot, but I was driving and within about 30 seconds the temp had dropped back down under 250. On 5/31, I had to go to work, during the drive (20 min commute, 5 on highway) the dash stopped showing the coolant temp. When I got to work, I turned it off then back to "on" (not started) and it showed the temp at 240F. I let it cool a couple hours, then checked the coolant level in the reservoir, it's still well above the minimum. But driving home (I get off at 11p), the check engine light came on, and said "Service Electronic Throttle Control", and the coolant temp stopped showing again. I was on the highway and 3/4 of the way home so I just clenched my butt cheeks and kept going. Just in case it was hot/heating up, I cranked the heat, I was always told that could pull some hot air off the engine, but the climate control was still blowing cold air, which is damn weird I think.
Literally 0 problems with this truck before now. Any idea if these issues are related? Are these known issues with Rams? Any idea as to what I should be expecting as far as repair costs? Sorry for the wall of text, I don't know shit about cars so I don't know what are important details.
Note: Before taking it for the oil change, it had been parked nose down on a hill for a couple hours after running the AC, and left a spot in the driveway, I assumed it was just water from the AC.

INGREDIENTS
· 1 cup vegetable oil
· 2.5 pounds lamb necks. Alternatively, use any tough boney cut
· 2 yellow onions, thinly sliced
· 2 cans of kidney beans (800g)
· ½ teaspoon turmeric
· Salt and black pepper, to taste
· 6 whole dried Persian limes, pierced
· 4 cups finely chopped parsley
· 1 cup finely chopped fresh cilantro (aka Corriander)
· 1 cup chopped fresh fenugreek leaves, or ¼ cup dried (this is called Kasuri Methi at Indian grocery stores). Note Fenugreek seeds are not a substitute
· 1 cup finely chopped scallions (aka spring onion)
· 2 tablespoons dried Persian lime powder, or ¼ cup fresh lime juice
· 2 cups water.
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INSTRUCTIONS

1. Add to the slow cooker (i) 2 cups of water, (ii) ½ teaspoon of Turmeric (iii) lime powder, and (iv) Persian limes. Poke holes in the limes with the end of a knife.
2. In a frying pan brown the lamb necks. Get the pan as hot as humanly possible and caramelize the shit out of the lamb. This’ll help a variety in meat texture later on. Move the lamb to the slow cooker once browned.
3. Slice onions. In the aforementioned pan cook onions in residual meat fat for 10 minutes. I like the onions to range from cooked to cremated. Transfer onions to the slow cooker.
4. Finely dice parsley, cilantro, fenugreek, and scallions. In the same pan as before add 1 cup vegetable oil. Heat on medium. Dump in all herbs and cook for 20 minutes. Season with salt to support breakdown of herbs. Transfer cooked herbs to the slow cooker.
5. Add kidney beans to the slow cooker.
6. Cook until meat is falling off bones, remove bones, and add pepper and salt to taste. Serve with rice/pilaf.