Botw lord of the mountain quest

I downloaded a mod pack for skyrim vr hoping it would just be a simple bunch of mods but the game crashes every time i equip magic and the item names for weapons and the quest are in german while everything else is in english

Aidin, the esteemed daughter of a duke and the Emperor’s direct assassin, the leader of ‘Owl.’I gave everything to my Lord but I only received betrayal and deception in return, and death.“I will take revenge on you. I will never forgive you even in my death!”After taking all the blame, her life came to an end by getting her neck cut off by the guillotine. But the moment she opened her eyes again, ... Read Aidin - Chapter 37 - MangaPuma. Read more at https://mangapuma.com/aidin/chapter-37

Hello, audiobooks community!
I'm excited to share with you a new horror audiobook that I've recently published on YouTube, titled "Diablo's Throne: Lillith's Game of Power". It's a thrilling tale of power, rebellion, and strategic battles set in the fiery depths of Hell.
As the author of this story, I've put a lot of effort into creating a chilling and engaging narrative. The story follows Lillith, a demoness, on her ambitious quest to overthrow Diablo and claim the throne of Hell. It's a short horror bedtime story that I believe will keep you on the edge of your seat.
Here's the link to the audiobook: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUKVRBEAbHQ
I'm relatively new to writing and producing audiobooks, and I'm eager to improve and grow. I would greatly appreciate it if you could take the time to listen and provide your feedback, particularly on the voice work. Your opinions and constructive criticism would be invaluable to me.
Thank you in advance for your time and feedback!

I very much enjoyed watching The Sixth Sense and I don't know what else to say without giving away the plot twist (which probably a lot of people already know) but I wish I could experience that feeling again. I was just amazed. I couldn't believe I hadn't seen the plot twist.
Other movies I wish I could watch again for the first time are Psycho, Memento, Ex-Machina, Black Swan, Scream...and all the Lord of the Ring and the original Star Wars trilogy.

Sloan’s (Katrina Colt) life has fallen to shambles, with her husband Eric (David Lord) having been convicted and sent to the state penitentiary. To make matters worse, Eric’s sibling Hank (Alex Jones) was the one who ratted him out, taking a plea deal in exchange for his freedom. And when Sloan gets a visit from Hank on her very doorstep, she’s not shy to let him know just how much of a coward he is."

Me and my friend love Valheim, and we talked about the possibility of making our own game. Would you ever play a game that has these aspects? We used CHATGPT to help us formulate our thoughts better.
Title: "Empyrea: Chronicles of the Forbidden Realms"
Outline:
Introduction:
Set in the vast and mysterious world of Empyrea, a realm teeming with magic, science, and ancient secrets.
Players can embark on an epic single-player adventure or team up with 2-8 players for a cooperative survival experience.
Choose between first-person and third-person perspectives for immersive gameplay.
Character Creation:
Customize your character's appearance, skills, and abilities, drawing inspiration from both medieval and steampunk aesthetics.
Choose a starting faction: the Order of the Arcane, the Technocratic Society, or the Nomadic Guardians.
Storyline:
The land of Empyrea is in turmoil as the Forbidden Realms, a dimension of dark magic and ancient evils, begins to seep into the world.
Uncover the secrets of the Forbidden Realms and embark on a quest to restore balance before darkness consumes Empyrea.
Open-World Exploration:
Discover a vast, seamless open world with diverse environments, including lush forests, towering mountains, ancient ruins, and steampunk-inspired cities.
Encounter unique creatures, both magical and mechanical, as you explore hidden dungeons, treacherous caves, and enchanted forests.
Survival and Crafting:
Collect resources, hunt for food, and craft tools, weapons, and armor to survive the harsh wilderness.
Master the art of alchemy, combining rare ingredients to create potent potions and magical elixirs to enhance your abilities.
Settlement Building and Management:
Establish and expand your own settlements, gathering resources, constructing buildings, and recruiting NPCs to help defend against hostile forces.
Develop advanced technologies and magical structures to unlock new abilities and defenses.
Combat and Progression:
Engage in visceral combat with a variety of weapons, from swords and bows to steampunk-inspired gadgets and powerful spellcasting.
Gain experience, level up your skills, and unlock new abilities as you progress through the game.
Multiplayer Experience:
Join forces with friends or other players in cooperative multiplayer, where you can explore, build, and battle together to overcome greater challenges.
Engage in epic PvP battles in dedicated arenas, testing your skills against other players in thrilling combat.
Mysteries and Secrets:
Encounter ancient artifacts and mystical relics that hold great power and uncover the secrets of forgotten civilizations.
Solve puzzles, decipher cryptic texts, and delve into the depths of dungeons to uncover hidden treasures and legendary items.
Visuals and Atmosphere:
Experience breathtaking landscapes, from serene sunsets over rolling hills to towering waterfalls cascading down majestic cliffs.
Dynamic weather and day-night cycles create a living and immersive world, enhancing the realism and atmosphere of Empyrea.
"Empyrea: Chronicles of the Forbidden Realms" blends the survival mechanics of games like Valheim with the rich storytelling of Skyrim, the strategic elements of Age of Empires, and the alchemy system. It seamlessly combines medieval and steampunk aesthetics, inviting players to embark on a captivating journey through a vast and visually stunning world filled with magic, science, and the untold wonders of Empyrea.

I would go with Little finger. His house is only 3 generations old, his grandfather was a sellsword and his father a petty lord. His family owned a shithole in the fingers. He got kicked out by Lord Hoster less than 20 years ago, and now he's one of the richest men in the kingdom and owns Harrenhal.
Honourable mention; Ser Criston Cole. He's got to be the lowest-born Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

Hello there. I am a 20 years old guy from Romania, Europe. Lately I felt lonely and I decided to try my shot here trying to find someone truly special to share my days with. Currently I am working a full time job and I live alone in my own appartment. I am looking for someone to starts things slowly, not rushing it. I would like to talk about our daily routine, work/school, share our days about what happened or how we feel or any random topic we have in our mind. I am open to a long distance relationship. I enjoy videocalls and voicecalls aswell.
Some infos about my personality:
I am an introverted, shy and emotional. As a person I am caring, loving and protective and I give all my attention to the loved ones to make sure they feel good.
My appearance is the next:
Slim body type, 190 cm tall (6'2), 80 kg (176 lbs), blondish hair and blue eyes. I am open to exchange pictures too.
My hobbies and interests include the followings:
- Learning about new cultures and languages. Currently I speak two languages on native level which include Hungarian and Romanian and I would like to learn about other languages and cultures.
- History. My favorite topic of history would be the middle age (Eastern European) and the two World Wars.
- Geography. All the mountains, seas, rivers, lakes which are surrounding us are so beautiful. Since I live in a mountain city I used to hike too on smaller mountains.
- Sports. Mostly I enjoy playing and watching football which I used to practice too before, but now only as a hobby. Other sports which I like are handball and waterpolo.
- Music. I like to listen mostly to everything related to rock music and rap music. But I am open to other music genres too and I would like to hear about your music taste too.
- Gaming. In my free time when I am off from work I play games on my PC on Steam. Maybe we could play some games too together if you are up for it.
- Movies and series. I don't watch them that much, but if it's a good movie or serie I would not turn it down.
- Youtube. I like to watch travelling videos mostly. I like travel videos because one day I would like to travel too around the World if I have the opportunity.
If you are considering to send me a DM, make a small introduction. Mostly I use Discord to chat, if you are ok we can move there, but Reddit chat is fine too.

I’m currently on the bibbidi bobbidi oops quest and for some reason it’s not letting me take the picture of the broken item in Minnie’s house. Is anyone else having that issue or know of a way to fix it?

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At the Beginning
Adventure Arc - Arc 2
Wilderness Arc - Arc 3
Academy Arc - Arc 4
Previously on Leveling up the World…
 
The screams and chaos continued. Even with the archduke’s soldiers rushing to the main banquet hall, now that the alarm was raised, they were having difficulty fighting their way through the room. Despite the echoed attackers not being that numerous, they were placed at key spots, ensuring that the hall remained isolated for a while. Originally, that was supposed to be until the assassination. Now that it had failed, they were simply fighting for their lives.
A merchant with a sectioned sword leapt past the fury guards, aiming to reach the archduke. A column of stone emerged from the ground, pinning him to the ceiling.
“Sorry you had to see this,” the noble said, the air of boredom returning to him. “I was hoping for a much more elegant display.”
For someone who had survived a coup attempt, he seemed remarkably calm. Given what had happened forty years ago, maybe he was used to this. It wouldn’t be out of the question to think that there were echo recreations of past bloodshed, just so that future nobles knew what to expect and how to react when they did.
“Have there been other attempts?” Dallion asked, finding himself at a lack of topics.
“No one was foolish enough. I guess war tends to make people stupid. Priscord, Dreud, and now Nerot. All so naïve, incapable of seeing that they can’t do anything beyond the confines the emperor has placed.” The column sunk back into the floor, leaving a mangled corpse. “I aimed to sell the aura sword at the auction,” the archduke changed topics. “As a world item, it remains the envy of the empire. Priscord tried to take the one I’d lent to your former guild.” A cynical smile formed on his face. “Useless, of course. I had the item returned to me way before she made her move. Even when she tried to be sneaky, I could tell months in advance.”
And yet she managed to win, Dallion added mentally.
“I think I’ll let you have it.”
“A world item?” Dallion’s shock was no less than if a dragon had swooped down from the ceiling.
“I have several,” the noble waved his hand. “One less would hardly matter.”
Also, he didn’t want to feel indebted. That was the thing about high-powered nobles, a lesson Dallion had learned the hard way. Even if it wasn’t stated openly, the notion would gnaw on them politically as well as internally, probably causing more realm flaws than it was worth.
Another wall of ice divided the hall in two, isolating the crossbowman. Diroh was doing remarkably well, considering her lack of actual combat experience. March must have trained her quite hard.
“You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you. Many say that if you hadn’t discovered magic, you’d have become a noble by now.”
That was a popular topic of discussion. Even Dallion himself often considered what might have happened if he’d held out for three move levels before accepting the Purple Moon’s offer. Putting aside the fact that he’d likely have died, he’d probably be serving the Lanitol family as some minor noble. In time, and with a bit of luck, he might have even risen to the point of obtaining a city of his own. At no time could one advance as fast as during a war… just like his grandfather had. Provided that Dallion didn’t do anything that would get him banished, he might have been instrumental in the countess’ fall and potentially be made lord mayor of Nerosal.
“It was fortunate that you didn’t.” The archduke narrowed his eyes. “The last time otherworlders visited the palace, a lot of bad things happened.”
Otherworlders? Dallion’s grandfather had sworn that he’d only seen one other like him. Had the old man lied? Knowing him, Dallion suspected that to be the case. Still, if the archduke was referring to Kraisten, who had been with him?
“But enough about the past.” A stone chair appeared next to Dallion. “Sit. Let’s discuss more pleasant things while the noise dies down.”
“May I make one request before we do?” Dallion asked. If there was a moment to try and push his luck, it was now.
Intrigue flowed from the noble as he nodded, indicating for Dallion to continue.
“I’d like the mage’s robe, if you’d allow it?”
“You want his clothes?”
“Just the robe. It has some magical properties,” Dallion was quick to add.
“I’ve often heard that mages are like vultures, gaining strength from each other’s corpses.” He glanced at the body that had been Nerot. “Why not? Pick him dry. Take anything you wish, but leave the corpse. That belongs to me.”
Dallion nodded. “Only the robe.”
“Well then. I’ll have someone fetch it for you.”
It took another five minutes for the “noise” to die down. The overseer, along with the fury guards, and everyone on the archduke’s side, had killed off the last of the puppets. Dallion would have wished for a few survivors to question, but the noble’s order was absolute: no survivors.
Meanwhile, he and Dallion went on to have a conversation about artifacts and other small talk matters. The whole thing was awkward, but Dallion didn’t dare go against it. All the arrogance he had built up in the last six months had melted away. If this was the strength of an archduke at the low of his life, one could imagine what the really powerful ones would be like.
Once the fighting was over, the bodies of the loyal were taken out of the hall by the archduke’s soldiers. Everyone else was quickly consumed by the overseer, who then left the room with a bow. All damage to the walls, floor, and ceiling vanished—likely mended by the archduke himself. Yellow clad servants quickly replaced the chairs and tables, proceeding to replenish the food and drinks that had gone to waste. Soon enough, it was as if the unpleasant incident hadn’t occurred. The number of guests had vastly decreased, now barely a quarter of what they had been. None of the non-awakened had survived. Of the remaining, most of the lesser nobles were dead or injured, confirming the principle that only the strong endured.
The banquet continued into the night. There was no auction. The topic of conversation revolved around events in the north, as well as the Academy and the rogue mages it was hunting down. The incident, as well as anything dealing with Archduke Priscord, were deliberately avoided.
Nothing like creating a bubble, Dallion thought. The weak were probably influenced by the archduke’s domain, and the rest knew better than to venture there. Considering it was said that the Moons disapproved of using echoes to manipulate people, a surprising amount of nobles used it on a whim.
Diroh seemed surprisingly at ease. Dallion could still sense emanations of alarm and distrust emanating from her, but not to the amount he expected. Additionally, she tended to hide them well.
“Well played,” the overseer approached Dallion once the archduke had focused on a discussion with a few members of his immediate family. “Didn’t think you’d earn a gift.”
“Oh?” That’s what you’re surprised about? Dallion thought.
“Before you arrived, he planned on making an example of you,” the overseer continued. “Oh, not kill you, of course. Just humiliate you as much as permissibly possible. The whole de-robing thing, having to publicly explain your failures and what not. He even planned on Itella challenging you in front of everyone just to create a spectacle.”
“Let me guess. The former mage assisted in choosing the humiliation methods.”
Taking advantage of someone who wanted to take advantage. Nerot had played on the archduke’s vanity, while the Azure Federation had played on his.
“What about you?” Dallion asked.
“Me? I serve the one who controls the city.”
“And who is that, precisely?”
The overseer smiled. Dallion had seen overseers go against their owners, but this wasn’t the case. More likely, there was some spell or artifact involved. Now that the whole room had been deprived of foreign elements, the secret would remain hidden. Dallion could almost hear Nil explain that any information on the matter might make the archduke seem more incompetent than if all was left to speculation.
“Your prize,” the blond handed Dallion the mage’s robe. It was exactly as it had been: torn and covered in blood. Thankfully, whole enough for the guardian to remain alive. Looking at it, Dallion could see the threads of magic circulating.
“Thanks.” He took it.
“And this as well.” The overseer drew a sword from his very leg. It would have been a nice magic trick if one didn’t know what was involved. “The aura sword that you helped obtain.”
“I take it that’s a hint for me to get going?”
“There’s no further need for you here. With all matters resolved, you can get back to doing whatever you’re doing. A request for a mage replacement has already been sent, so I expect the Academy to send one in a few days.”
That sounded so typical of a noble. Several hours ago, there had been an urgent insistence for Dallion to participate in the banquet and the following auction. Now he couldn’t be shooed away fast enough. Taking the sword, Dallion made his way towards Diroh.
“We’re leaving,” he whispered as he passed by.
The fury, who had engaged in polite conversation with a group of lesser nobles, excused herself and followed Dallion out of the hall.
“Seemed like you were having fun,” Dallion said, knowing full well it was a lie.
As they walked, Ruby flew off the fury’s shoulder, landing back on Dallion’s.
“Not as much as the time you took me from Halburn,” she replied. “And you said I’ll be safer with you.”
“You were safe.” At least to the point that Dallion could ensure. “Next time, walk above the ground.”
“I’ll make a note.”
“There could be spells everywhere.”
In all honesty, Dallion had fallen for it as well. If it hadn’t been for the item that warned him, he might as well have been dead. There was no guarantee Dallion was fast and vigilant, but the heads up was vastly appreciated.
The only annoying part was that he still didn’t have any idea which item had warned him. Even after the attack had been thwarted, the items had remained just as silent as before. Few had responded to nudges, even less had said anything remotely useful.
“Do we keep the clothes?” the fury asked.
Dallion’s instinct was to say no. Even after checking the threads for echoes and magic, he remained cautious when it came to gifts. Then again, it was obvious that they had no traps within them, else they would have already triggered during the assassination attempt.
“If you want to. I’m leaving mine. I can’t use it where I’m going.”
“I think I’ll do the opposite,” the fury countered.
“Don’t just drop items you’ve known for years.” It was a bit hypocritical since he had done the same many times, especially when it came to clothes. In all honesty, he couldn’t even remember where his first set of improved clothes from Dherma was. “Take them with you to the Academy and then decide what to do.”
“Sure. What’s a little more weight?”
No one escorted them as they made their way to the guest mansion. The moment Dallion was in the open, he cast a flight spell, darting in the direction of the structure. Diroh followed closely behind. Arriving, Dallion checked all the previous items for implanted echoes, then quickly changed clothes and geared up.
You got an aura sword? the armadil shield asked, impressed.
“It’s not yours,” Dallion replied.
It doesn’t matter. Aura swords are mage weapons.
“You told me that you weren’t a mage.”
I’m not, but they have to be in order to be a world item. A lot of magic is required to make a habitable realm. Tap into that type of magic and—
He doesn’t need to learn that, Harp interrupted. Let him learn at his own pace.
There was a moment of silence.
You’re his guardian, the armadil shield replied with a nonchalant shrug. Just keep in mind that his pace has been rather slow lately. Six months for seven magic levels is pretty bad. Either he picks up the pace or he’ll stay where he is. You know better than me that there are no rewards for trying.
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Such a simple question - but such a large number of answers. To me it remains indescribable, because the answer eludes me every time I ponder. To me it is a beautiful mess of contradictions. It’s violent, but in a pleasant sense. It happens suddenly, but gradually. It’s amazing, but frighteningly so.
It’s the feeling of coming home after a long day at work, your boss yelling at you, deadlines approaching. You feel like building castles in the sky while being paralysed by just her smile alone. That favourite song, the one you never get tired of listening to. But all the gifts in the world, all the actions, all the words- amount to nothing compared to just her glance, just one touch.
And all the horrible things you thought were the death of us all, are just minor inconveniences, small plights in the face of everlasting unity. You can climb mountains without legs. Swim oceans without hands. And speak universal truth while being mute. It is the most wonderful thing in the world.
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The silverback gorilla is defending his troop that has, for some reason, become the object of Baal Hadad's wrath. However, the ancient storm and rain god's powers are severely weakened due to the meager sacrifice his worshipers offered him during the harvest ceremony.
The battle takes place in the thick mountainous forests of eastern Democratic Republic of the Congo.
Baal Hadad wears a bull-horned headdress and is armed with his standard equipment - a club and a thunderbolt.
After a series of skirmishes instigated by Baal Hadad, the eastern lowland gorilla engages in its characteristic charge display, and the fight starts.
Who wins?

I’m going to factory reset my Quest 1 since I will be selling it, but just to be sure, will ALL of my Data: Accounts, games, payment methods, etc be completely wiped from the headset? I don’t want the person buying to have access to my stuff
Thank you, and sorry if this seems like a dumb question, I haven’t done this before and I just want to make sure

At the start of Chapter 1 of MT is this interesting little passage:

HERE, THEN, IS the tale. Between the swish of the tides, when giants knelt down and became mountains. When they fell scattered on the land like the ballast stones of the sky, yet could not hold fast against the rising dawn. Between the swish of the tides, we will speak of one such giant. Because the tale hides with his own.\ And because it amuses. \ Thus. \ In darkness he closed his eyes. Only by day did he elect to open them, for he reasoned in this manner: night defies vision and so, if little can be seen, what value seeking to pierce the gloom? \ Witness as well, this. He came to the edge of the land and discovered the sea, and was fascinated by the mysterious fluid. A fascination that became a singular obsession through the course of that fated day. He could see how the waves moved, up and down along the entire shore, a ceaseless motion that ever threatened to engulf all the land, yet ever failed to do so. He watched the sea through the afternoon’s high winds, witness to its wild thrashing far up along the sloping strand, and sometimes it did indeed reach far, but always it would sullenly retreat once more. \ When night arrived, he closed his eyes and lay down to sleep. Tomorrow, he decided, he would look once more upon this sea. \ In darkness he closed his eyes. \ The tides came with the night, swirling up round the giant. The tides came and drowned him as he slept. And the water seeped minerals into his flesh, until he became as rock, a gnarled ridge on the strand. Then, each night for thousands of years, the tides came to wear away at his form. Stealing his shape. But not entirely. To see him true, even to this day, one must look in darkness. Or close one’s eyes to slits in brightest sunlight. Glance askance, or focus on all but the stone itself. \ Of all the gifts Father Shadow has given his children, this one talent stands tallest. Look away to see. Trust in it, and you will be led into Shadow. Where all truths hide. \ Look away to see. \ Now, look away.

So, this passage seems to be a framing by the Crippled God, as narrator of the series. Furthermore, could he be be pointing towards this fact in the passage, as indicated by the parts in bold?
Are we meant to read ‘the giant’ as the Crippled God? Is this him telling the story of the Fall in a metaphorical way?
Is the part about the giant drowning and then turning to stone about how the Crippled God’s heart falls near Kolanse and turns to stone?
Within the structure of the series it would make sense for this interlude to appear here, just prior to the books shifting to contemporary events on the Letherii continent.

It's going to be a long one.... it's been a hell of a week....
Sorry, other than my best friend I really have no one to talk to about this. This is half venting, half asking for help from people who may know better how to do this.
My son, who I just recently learned has been my son all their life, is hysterically frightened.
Now that everything has come out in the open and I know I have a little boy and THEY know I'm going to help them fix the "accidentally born in the wrong kind of body" thing... our talks are getting to be nothing but doomy fears and no amount of reassuring helps.
I'm trying, but nothing I do fixes this, every time I think I fix one issue ten more come out in conversation... I'm flailing and failing my child in the worst way.
My child honestly, truly thinks they'll immediately be put in juvenile detention if other people find out they're really a boy. My child thinks I'll get arrested, the bad people will take our house away, and they'll be forced to wear dresses and makeup and grow boobs and they'll be put on Death Row and get put to sleep like a sick cat if they don't act like a girl.
What the utter fuck????
The missing gardening shears I thought my klepto neighbor took have been living under my child's mattress in case "the police come to take us away so I can die before they get me" ..... and that terrified ME.
How did I miss so much for so long that it got to THIS point?
Baby, NO, nobody is taking you away from me as long as I have a heartbeat.
My sweet little shiny star is breaking my heart with this. I've tried to raise my child to stand on their own two feet, be resilient and self reliant, but I thought I also raised them to know I'm always their backup and I will help them and love them always. My son has been hiding so much from me for so long and I don't know what I did to make them feel like they HAD to.
I do know where some of it is coming from and I'm putting an immediate stop to it.
My brother and sister-in-law, they're Trumptards and even though my child and I aren't super close to them we do the usual birthdays and holidays with them since they're the only family we have.
My son has repeated some things they heard said over there and drawn some awful conclusions.
I want to punch my idiot brother in the face for saying things like "They ought to just round up THOSE people and put them on an island somewhere" around ANY child, especially mine.
Funny how he didn't say that where I could hear, I tell him off every time when his stupidity comes out in conversation... my child has heard me do that. I've often told my son that his uncle is misguided and sometimes not very smart and how his uncle is not right about a LOT of things.
Moving forward we will be distancing ourselves from my brother and his family in a major way.
But I know what the realities are. My child is right to be afraid, I'm scared too. Where I grew up and have been happy all my life is not the safest or best place for a trans child to grow up. We're not as bad as Florida in this state, but we're not far off from that.
I've been researching and questing and trying to find my baby boy a therapist and a doctor for gender affirming care, and the best I can do for my child is a doctors appointment three months away in a city 200 miles from us... although I had good luck and found a good online therapist group who can zoom us next week.
I'm trying to dismantle the fears one by one, with plans and actions.
We've dealt with the "What if you die before I'm grown up" one. Honestly I should have done this a long time ago, my best friend and I have always promised each other that we'd take in each other's children if one of us went first because neither one of us wants them to be raised by our blood family members.
So my best friend and I went to a lawyer and made it formal and legal this week. I also put a fuck-you clause in just in case my brother tries to challenge my custody choice.... he fights it, he doesn't get to keep our parents house... they left all the cash to my brother but left the house to ME.... however he has 3 kids and I only have the one child so I let him live there rent free because, family, and honestly I like my perfect little cute 1920s house better than the giant ugly modern one our mom had built. But I still legally own it so my brother can behave or be homeless. I know that's mean, but if I have to be a cunt to protect my son then I'll be a cunt.
My best friend who is my son's "Aunt" G and her two kids are the only people my child felt safe coming out to. We had a coming out dinner with them and the sister of my heart got my kid a "Welcome to the family, nephew" hallmark card and hugged them and said they'd always love them. My heart was so happy seeing the look on my baby's face that day.
We've dealt with the "What if I grow boobs before we can stop it" fear. Will NOT happen. Doctors visit is coming. I've found several backups. If necessary we will go to take a long vacation in Seattle where there are several doctors who can help and I've researched many options for ordering the necessary meds online. Reached out to my college roommate that I still see twice a year, she lives in a good state and I asked if I needed her to be a mail drop, would she receive stuff and FedEx it to us in a plain box. Yes she will. And there are other ways.
Mama will get you the boob fighting meds baby, even if we have to go to Mexico for it.
It hasn't been explicitly said, but I know my son wants to leave town. NOW..... and I realize that we probably do need to. But here is my HOME. Here is where my soul lives.
I want to think people in my town are better than they are, but I've dealt with enough of the sneering and uninvited lecturing over my lack of husband and "permissive parenting" over the years to know that they've only been limiting themselves to calling my little family "odd" and "different" simply because my grandfather and dad were VERY respected in this town, and also because I haven't crossed any major lines except being a single mother, and I have outwardly lived a pretty respectable life here.... sadly I know there's a streak of stupid and mean that could come out if my child comes out as trans to everyone.
I went "away" to college, honestly only because my dad bribed me with cash for my house fund to go to college out of state and "see more of the world".
I've seen "the world" and I don't like it, never have. It's cool to vacation out in it, but I wouldn't want to have to live there.
The house we live in I have coveted since I was a little girl. It became mine when my son was 4 years old because the old owner finally died and my house fund had been growing since I was old enough to mow lawns and make money. ( And dad's bribe seriously helped )
Because of the small town situation my main job keeps me able to support my child well, and for us to be well off, and I can still do my dream job on the side. I never wanted the rat-race, struggling and scrambling, having to compete kind of life out there in the world.
I wanted to be HERE, two miles away from a river that's my second home. Here where all my good memories are. Here where I know everyone and everyone knows me.
So yeah, I'm terrified too in a way.
I am so overwhelmed right now.
Thanks for listening.

Hey all,
I pre-ordered all four of the LOTR Precons and against my anxiety/OCD's desire, I don't think I'll keep them all unaltered. I was super excited for the Mordor deck and it turns out to be the least powerful out of the box (the FOOD deck slaps, who'd have thought?).
Therefore, I think I'm going to upgrade it, but my restriction is only use cards from the LOTR set. It'd be good to be lore-accurate (so, for instance, no Gandalf cards in the deck), but since I already have the block-constructed restriction, that's not mandatory.
The Hosts of Mordor Precon seem to be all over the place. It's kinda reanimation with an Amass theme. The face commander, [[Sauron, Lord of the Ring]], is not that great. Super expensive and since it's a cast trigger, reanimating it does nothing, so my idea is to swap it for the much improved set-Sauron, [[Sauron, the Dark Lord]]. That ward cost is in itself a reason to put it at the helm, and I think it goes well with both strategies (reanimation and Orc army).
Another good thing about this commander is that I can kinda balance both: Sauron's passive amass ability should be enough to maintain a steady Orc Army (meaning I don't need to run many or any amass-focused cards and I can build the deck in a reanimation deal, and with Sauron, the Dark Lord's mini-wheel trigger, that should be great). I also wanted to explore the wraiths/Nazgul theme for lore reasons, so including the [[Witch-King of Angmar]].
So, what cards are instant cuts and what cards would be good additions to this deck? Even though I'm prioritising "lore", I still want a good deck with a solid strategy. So I thought about cutting some of the amass cards and some of the big cycling beaters that don't do much (except, maybe, [[The Balrog of Moria]], again for lore reasons, specifically to reanimate with [[Too Greedily, Too Deep]]).
For the adds, I'd obviously add [[The One Ring]], [[Witch-King of Angmar]], 9 [[Nazgul]] (ouch, yeah), and I guess I need some ramp, though I don't know what kinda of ramp is available in the set. I'd also like to add all version of Sauron, so I'd keep Sauron, Lord of the Ring and I'd also like to add [[Sauron, the Necromancer]].
Budget is not really important, since my plan is to get one of each of the cards in the set, except, maybe, for the box toppers, since they'll be hella expensive.
Looking forward to your suggestions!