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Hi everyone,
Just broke up with my first love. We were together for 3 months and the relationship basically went as follows:

• Met on Hinge
• I live in City C and she lives in City E, they are a 3 hour drive from each other
• She would visit me or I would visit her (depends on which party felt it was practical to take time off) about every 2 two weeks
• She mentioned marriage as a long term goal on the 2nd date. It was discussed as a potential throughout the whole relationship
• As far as attraction we were INTENSELY INTENSELY in love and very compatible on many levels
• Possibly "the one" (???)

Here were the reasons for the breakup:

• I am moving from Canada to California to do a PhD for 5 years and will MORE than likely settle in California
  • I didn't want the burden of LDR
  • I wasn't sure how long LDR would last
  • I wasn't sure how to or when to close the distance
• I observed some flaws that made me question if she was suitable for marriage:
  • Smoking
  • Completely shutting down when upset and lashing out (life long mental health illness)
  • Lack of direction in life and career prospects
  • Dependency on me

Her and I have decided on the following arrangement:

• Stay acquaintances
  • Minimize contact but contact is ok
• Date around, no harm no foul
  • If her and I find other people, that's ok
• Her flaws
  • If she addresses her "deal-breaker" flaws and neither of us are seeing anyone else, get back together
• In 2 years
  • My work load with reduce a lot
  • LDR may if viable, if she addresses her flaws

Could someone please give their impression on this whole scenario and if it's the right thing to do?

I only had a gf once and I broke it off cause it was long distance. I live in Northern New Jersey (Morris County). Idunno guess I’m a bit lonely.
I commute at college and I like to workout cause why not lmao. I guess I’m introverted cause I don’t ask girls out in person, I just wanna start dating in person because I’m 19 ya know like it’s time to start.
So if any girls who live near me 18-20 ig who might seem interested if their is chemistry ig we can set something up. Specify your gender and age when contacting me and we should exchange face pics cause I’m tired of these catfishes all the time lol.
This ain’t gonna work lol

I have always stored my cannabis in amber glass mason jars. I recently moved here and I am noticing that there at some points have been changes in the strictness or wording of the law about what is legal to keep your herb in. So I guess that is my question to everyone. What do you keep your herb in and have you ever had any issues with police who have seen it? I am thinking particularly in a vehicle.
I notice when reading weekly arrest reports near me that a lot of people seem to get possession charges due to improper storage and it sucks! :( The two things that bother me the most in the wording is "child proof" and "traceable".

Never told this to anyone else but one other person. This was a lone time ago, in my early 20s. One of my closest friends we used to go clubbing together in the NYC metro area. We go out to a bacafe in Manhattan. He was a real Casanova type who probably ran thru 100 women a year. He has a sister that was a year or two younger than we were. She had gotten in her head recently that she was attracted to me. Her and a few of her friends are at the same place. She has me leaned up against a pole giving me the third degree why I won’t make out with her. I’m really uncomfortable as she’s my friend sister and she is a Jewish princess just not my type. He witnesses all this and he’s getting pissed. I’m telling him dude. I’m not interested in your sister. Have a talk with her and get her off my back. I don’t want to start a major scene.
She knocks it off and the night progresses on. My buddy we’re drinking throughout the evening. He winds up picking up this real sophisticated, looking Manhattan type woman. He wants up going home with her as she lives in the city. We were all pretty wasted at this point, and I wanted to get a ride back to my friends house from one of the sisters friends. I honestly don’t remember which one. As I was rather smashed and my house with some distance from his, I didn’t drive home and I crashed in his bedroom. Like I said, l was really drunk, but I know that I went to sleep in his room alone with the door closed. About an hour later, I’m still really out of it. I feel the bed moving, and get one of my eyes partially open and his sister, who’s bedroom was next-door to his is fully naked and she’s riding me. Don’t know how long it was going on, but I woke up just in time for the finale. I am not wearing a condom and I ejaculate inside her before I even realize what’s going on. His room is literally across the hall from his parents bedroom and his father was a friggin psychopath that used to bench 500 pounds and would’ve killed me on the spot had he caught us. She smiles and kisses me and is like thanks and we would make really good looking babies together. To say I was fucking terrified would be an understatement. She could’ve easily turned this around and me being a guy nobody would fucking believe me. Thank God nothing further came of it And that was that. Nobody found out, I told my closest friend and Even he didn’t take it seriously and thought it was great that I fucked the sister. With the feeling of betrayal, fear, and having somebody take advantage without your consent I really get how women feel now when someone violates them.

Hello my name is Mitch. First of all hi lol. So basically I'm looking for a woman an older woman would be super hot and awesome but someone I can be friends with and maybe we could be a little more. So like tbh I'm still a virgin and I want to hopefully lose it before I go off and transfer to a college far away. I promise I don't just want sex like I want to be able to be friends and I'd want to get to know you well first and we hang out a few times and work up to it till we feel comfortable.
Anyways a little about me. 1 an 18 and I'll turn 19 in a few months. Im in my freshman year of college now but I'm moving to go to a 4 year in early June. I like hanging out with my friends and watching tv is always fun. I'm kinda shy and awkward but hopefully this will help me get over it & About me physically, I am 5'8" maybe 5'8.5" jol but umm my body is average I would say but I'm starting to go to the gym to get in even better shape. I have brown hair and brown eyes. If I missed anything you want to know please feel free to ask. Anyways that's all I can think of rn and yeah thanks for reading all of it and I would love to hear from you:)

Hey there, for some background info i’ve been homeschooled my whole life and moved right before the pandemic which left me really isolated in my current area.
I’m currently in highschool and I spend most days stuck in my room. I’m not allowed to leave the house by myself except to do some dogsitting in the neighborhood. Even on weekends, my family and I usually just go to run errands. Since we live in the middle of nowhere it’s impossible to find any clubs i‘m interested in with people my age.
I’ve still got a year until I can drive or get a job and even then, i’m not sure where i’ll even go or if my parents will let me go anywhere. All my friends live at least a good 6 hours away from me and have busy schedules, so i only get to meet up with them every now and then.
I used to try going to clubs or art meetups but they were all awkward at best, and my mom just hovered over me which made it really hard to connect with anyone. I know my parents are trying their best, but it’s really frustrating that i’m given no freedom one second, and then expected to plot out a whole life plan the next.
Is there anything i can try to do?

Hello everyone!
I love looking at all your clock posts!
I recently moved into a century-old terraced flat. I absolutely love it and I think an antique wall clock would be a great focal point in our foyer.
The model of my dreams looks like the Bulova "Cranbrook Old World Clock" or the Seiko "Gold Tone & Arched Wall Clock with Pendulum".
There are also some interesting ones in my local marketplace, but I'm skittish about buying without knowing provenance.
My main criteria are form, function and durability - as in, ideally a clock I could leave to my children
My questions to you clock expert and aficiandos are:

1. Should I purchase new or secondhand? Which do you recommend and why?
2. Is there anything in particular I should look out for?

I appreciate any advice you could give me!

I just need to rant. My husband told me during a rough conversation that ultimately we will buy a house in the city where he is from. We’ve lived there a couple of years when we first got married but currently live near my family thousand of miles away. We decided to move here because we have small children and I need support. I’m very close to my family, I don’t really even care to hang out with friends. They bring me comfort and peace, especially after I became a mother- before then, I didn’t really care about living elsewhere. After becoming a mother, everything I thought I knew about family changed for me. His parents have made it clear that they won’t babysit. They only want to see the kids for a few hours and preferably with us. I also don’t get along with them for various other reasons but the idea of moving to their city and being in close proximity to them literally puts me in a panic. If they were more hospitable, friendly, easy going, and helpful, I wouldn’t feel this way. I literally don’t have a relationship with anyone in his family. His sister hasn’t even congratulated me on my baby. They just aren’t as close and are more close with their friends. They have dinners every now and then and that’s all. Their home is just not a place I could relax, it’s way too formal for me. Not to mention the constant boundary they cross.
My husband says it’s not going to be a conversation but honestly, he has no idea what he’s talking about. He keeps talking about how the community is great but I’m like f*** the community. What will they do for me? He just wants to be in close proximity to his friends and his community and social life. But, news flash buddy- you’re a husband and father… worry about your family, their support and their comfort. My family is so involved and you would think he would be grateful for that and happy about that. But his priorities, as always, is just off. I’m like bro, does the community change your babies diapers, watch and care for them? Love them unconditionally? Love and genuinely care about the well-being of your wife? How can you allow your husband to lead when he constantly is ignoring your needs and doesn’t make informed decisions? His parents are healthy, he literally bought them a house and they have two other kids who live close by (whose spouses are also from the area) but yet, he wants me to suffer.

RF Sphere Shop: Vivi & Neon BT+ & FR
I don’t know what events are going to have SP spheres and which will not because the guide from IncognitoCheetos has officially stopped. I originally wanted to continue these guides but with things in my life really picking up I have made the tough decision to stop after this posting. If anyone wants to continue these please go ahead.
Some general tips:

• If you are a newer player, you may want to craft on the higher end of the recommendation if you have the crystals to do so since most of your roster won't have any spheres slotted yet, but it is not necessary to craft the full amount. For A spheres in particular, there will always be other spheres available that are similarly usable in future shops.
  
• Slot the current units you use or will use soon and then make a bit of extra to cover you for the coming months.
  
• Prioritize crafting any spheres of interest to you with no recurrence since it could be anywhere from weeks to months before they run again in JP, which for GL translates to 8 or more months.
  
• Spheres that fall under 'not recommended' are considered below optimal (i.e., they buff only one stat at an average %, or otherwise provide an effect that isn't ideal for general use), but if you are really new and don't have anything comparable to give to someone, you can consider making some to slot on your currently used units. I do not recommend crafting them in large quantity.
  

Important RF-Spheres: This shop contains RF-Spheres for: Papalymo
Important RF-Spheres:
Papalymo

• Effect: When inflicting Break OR attacking target affliceted with Break: Raises own MAG ATK by 6% for 6 turns
  
• Crystal Color: Red
  
• Slot: A
  
• Recurs: None
  
• Quality/Quantity: I suggest 50
  
• Neuro’s Notes: 6% is strong and better than 4% BRV DMG. While you’re at it I would also suggest grabbing CoD spheres from the Neon event.
  

Special Mentions: Only craft 1 for the armor nuggets mission...
None.
Sphere Preference List (Guide by TonberryTroup)
A-Spheres: All characters want ATK or BRV DMG up, both are very effective, other stats are not relevant

• Order of preference (by NeuroShock): Greatest 8% ATK > 6% ATK > 4% BRV DMG > [2% ATK & 2% BRV DMG] > 4% ATK > 2% ATK >Weakest

B-Sphere

• Gladio/Snow/Basch if character can Lock
  
• Gabranth/Celes if character cannot Lock
  
• Galuf if unit can evade often
  

C-Sphere: HIGHLY CONDITIONAL

• Paladin Cecil for Encouragement armor
  
• Ceodore: for Some extra heals
  
• Garnet for attackers that can heal (selfish ATK boost)
  
• Maria/Llyud on healers/HP regen units
  
• Alphinaud for units who buff often
  

D-Sphere

• Party ATK +5% OR [ATK +5% & mBRV +5%] conditional based on trigger conditions.

E-Sphere
ATK spheres for all attackers:

• Seymour Multiple attack types (Melee, Range & Magic)
  
• Auron for melee attacking debuffers
  
• Irvine for ranged attacking debuffers
  
• Kefka for magic attacking debuffers
  

Conditional:

• Paine if character can hit weakness
  
• Quistis for other supports
  
• Faris/Fujin for non-debuffers
  

TL;DR Table of Spheres that Counter Lufenia Orb Conditions:

Orb Conditon	Sphere Class	Characters with Helpful RF-Spheres
Dealing BRV damage with debuff	E	Faris, Thancred
Inflicting 8 debuffs in 1-Turn	E	Laguna, Setzer, Tidus, Vincent, Fran, Ultimecia, Kam’lanaut, Kurasame
Player Recovers BRV at the start of their turn	C	Sherlotta, Arciela
Player Recovers BRV at the start of their turn	E	Amidatellion
HP Regen Effect	C	Rosa, Porom, Rem (not as good)
Increase Party's BRV	C	Krile, Penelo, Lilisette, Yuna, P-Cecil (Not as useful),

NEXT EVENT: None this is the last posting from me!
IMPORTANT LINKS FOR YOUR OWN RESEARCH:
Source Material (by IncognitoCheetos): https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/android/195275-dissidia-final-fantasy-opera-omnia/faqs/79653/current-forecast
List of All RF Spheres: Dissidia V1 Database (By Rem_eryna): https://dissidiacompendium.com/search/spheres?filter=true&Refine=true
List of All Spheres [QUICK SORT THROUGH LIST] (by Tonberry Troup): https://www.tonberrytroupe.com/spheres
Type of Sphere Character Builds (by jasher46): https://www.reddit.com/DissidiaFFOO/comments/lrfml8/rf_sphere_spreadsheet_hoard_those_megalixirs_no/
Stats BRV-Gains Scale off of! (by Yunashe): https://www.reddit.com/DissidiaFFOO/comments/ovx8fz/most_relevant_stats_BRV_gains_scale_off/
Damage Equation (by IcySafeena) https://www.reddit.com/DissidiaFFOO/comments/7xeiyx/dffoo_damage_formula/

Kjell and Crispus glittered in the hard light of early spring as they waited on the dock to board a trading ship. Kjell had bought a full knee-length coat of fine chain mail and a spear to go with his new sword. Crispus had decided on a lighter coat that came only to his elbows and mid-thighs. Both men had also procured round wooden shields, with an iron boss in the center. Kjell had decorated his with a red wolf’s head on a black background. Crispus had his Clef symbol painted in white over blue.
Vasil had her new swords and daggers, only Oniga was armed more or less as she had been when they arrived. Her one change was that after some discussion with Master Gnatic, she had allowed a ring of lead to be fitted around her applewood cudgel and screwed into place, converting the long club into a de-facto mace.
Vasil was a bit leery of traveling on a merchant vessel again. She had much more to lose this time, and there was no guarantee that a second pirate crew would welcome her little company. She thought that the group of them might do more to keep another pirate vessel from closing, if they were spotted. Vasil had brought thirty arrows this time, and Kjell had a spear, but mostly they hoped their vessel wouldn’t be attacked by pirates.
If nothing else, they could be confident that the Storsjuduret would not threaten them. Jarvik had tried to convince the group to remain with him for another summer of raiding and piracy. He had told Vasil that women were supposed to be bad luck at sea, but he had never experienced such good luck as the summer when he took her and Oniga aboard.
Vasil had declined on behalf of the whole group, and Jarvik had accepted their departure without hard feelings. After his success the previous year he had no difficulty in filling his rowing benches again. As a mark of the Sverij captain’s favor, he had given Vasil and each of her companions a heavy open-ended bracelet made of twisted silver bar stock and marked with the name of the Storsjuduret in runes.
Kjell had proudly put the jewelry on his left wrist, and Oniga and Crispus had copied him. Kjell had later confided to Vasil that a gifted arm ring was a mark of favor in the Sverij warrior culture. While Kjell still considered himself a merchant, he enjoyed being accepted by the fighters his people revered.
Vasil had found the bracelet too big to fit comfortably on her wrist, but had noted that Jarvik, who wore several arm rings, had two stacked on each wrist and one more above each elbow. Those arm bracelets had been joined by new rings made of gold since the last summer. Vasil found that her new jewelry fit fairly well on her left arm over her armor. Added to the silver chain around her neck, and the gold ring on her left middle finger, Vasil could display enough wealth to look quite formidable when she chose.
Vasil regarded her companions. Crispus and Kjell were well-armed and armored in metal, Vasil and Oniga were each wearing armor of leather and iron. Additionally, Vasil was carrying a bow and covered in blades, while Oniga’s club and red hair marked her as one of the feared Onepiede, a barbarian tribe of such savagery it had been repulsed by the world’s most powerful empire only with great difficulty.
The arm rings declared the group to be warriors amongst the Sverij, and the staggering value of their blades would not be apparent with the weapons in their sheaths. They looked like successful warriors, and not like wealthy merchants, though that was what the quartet aspired to be. The point was too look like the group would be too much trouble to attack for the risk to be worth the potential reward.
Vasil hoped it would work, they had a lot of ground to cover.
The group had plowed most of their profits from the sale of their furs into buying weapons and some jewels, all purchased from the Ossetian dwarves. They had then spent the winter in Svastjar.
Crispus had defrayed their costs by singing in several inns, which had been happy to offer him room and board, and discounted rates for the others. Crispus had been enormously popular as he used his growing command of Sverij to translate his favorite Samnatian ballads and sing them for new audiences. Translating the songs had seemed an intimidating task to Vasil, but Crispus had clearly enjoyed the challenge, and had frequently asked her to offer him synonyms as he constructed rhymes in Sverij.
Vasil and Oniga had agreed that learning the songs along with Crispus had enormously increased their proficiency in Sverij. The three of them all still spoke with an accent, but had acquired a good command of the language before spring arrived.
The ability to communicate fluently had helped with the task of selling their dwarf-wrought goods, including the two extra swords they had commissioned specifically as merchandise. Vasil and Oniga had provided the steel for those two blades and had also paid to have them completed in Svastjar. The two wootz blades had been finished with fancy hilts of brass and silver, then placed in similarly showy scabbards, after which Kjell had helped to close a transaction with two separate princes in Svastjar. Vasil and Oniga had each received a bit more than one hundred gold coins in mixed currency. Vasil had chortled over a pile of glittering coins that included Samnatian nomismas, Ghazna dinars, and dwarven fathus, which were square, but had the same weight as both nomisma and dinars. It seemed the Sverij did not bother to mint their own coins.
The other swords and axes had brought more modest profits, but by mid-winter the group had added a nice margin to the fantastic pile of money they had made in their trip to the dwarfhame. By early spring they had turned those profits into yet more furs, which they had taken to the dwarf mine and sold. As Kjell had warned, their percentage of profit was significantly lower in the spring that it had been with winter closing in to end trade for the year, but they did still profit.
They had originally planned to keep their earnings in cash. Kjell wanted to be able to travel swiftly to the city of the spice merchants, and he had been warned that those men would accept nothing but silver and gold for their wares. Vasil and the others had been shocked to tally up their total profits and realize that the amount of gold they had to transport would be better measured by the pound than by the coin. It was too much to carry safely, they couldn’t reasonably secrete about their persons, and if placed in a strong box, it would draw unwanted attention.
Instead Kjell had engaged in another bout of negotiation.
When he returned to the inn that the companions were sharing Kjell placed a small bronze and iron box on the table of the private room they had reserved for their supper. The container was small enough to fit on Vasil’s two palms upturned, but was quite heavy, indicating that its walls were thick. Vasil examined the cask and found that it had no keyhole, and the hinges were recessed, which would make them difficult to attack with a chisel and impossible to cut with a file.
The piecework on the top of the lid could be moved, so Vasil looked at Kjell and said, “It’s a puzzle box.”
Kjell nodded, “A nested puzzle box.”
Vasil glanced at Oniga who raised her eyebrows to indicate that she didn’t know the term either.
“More boxes fit inside this one?”
Kjell grinned, “After a manner of speaking.” The trader then shifted the pieces on the top of the box through a complicated set of movements, and was rewarded with a distinct click, after which the top of the box popped open.
Kjell lifted the lid and showed a small space inside the coffer. It was only about three inches high by four inches wide and another three inches deep. The walls of the miniature chest were nearly an inch thick.
Vasil blinked, “It’ll protect what we put in there I guess, but it won’t hold much.”
Kjell nodded, “That is where the nesting comes in.”
Vasil peered closely at the walls, she didn’t see any lines to indicate that inner trays could be lifted out. “It only has one lid as far as I can see.”
Kjell’s grin looked like it would split his face as he pressed the lid shut again, while holding a portion of the lid to one side. The lid made a distinctly different click as it closed, then Kjell moved the puzzle pieces through a different sequence and was rewarded with a double click. He opened the lid again. This time, as the lid rose, it pulled up four semi-circular rings which stood up above the sides of the coffer, in the center of each side of the box. Kjell pulled the rings, which allowed him to extend the inner walls of the little chest up six inches, at which time the next layer of the walls was pulled up the same distance, then the next set and then a fourth, fifth, and sixth set, so that the little box extended up a rather odd looking three feet, creating a rectangular bronze and iron column that tapered toward the top.
Kjell then pulled the small half-rings directly to the sides. There was another set of clicks and the sides of the box slid over the lower portions and locked into place creating smooth walls. Vasil squinted at the box, what Kjell had just done couldn’t be physically possible, but she couldn’t see any flaw in the sides of the now regular column of metal.
Kjell then carefully tugged the rings outward again, and the box appeared to stretch. The front and back appeared to unroll somehow, allowing the box to get wider. Kjell then performed a similar pull on the front and back rings, stretching the box again, so that it was now about the size of one of the sea-chests that served as rowing benches on the Storsjuduret.
Still grinning as broadly as Crispus at an ovation, Kjell reached down into the rather large box and pulled out a sack, which he handed to Oniga with apparent effort. Oniga took the offered burden, and looked a question at Kjell.
“Is this a sandbag?”
Kjell’s grin looked ridiculous, “A fifty-pound sandbag.”
Oniga frowned, “There is no way this was in that box.”
“Exactly.” Kjell agreed, then gestured to indicate that Oniga should hand the sandbag to Vasil, who received the heavy sack and agreed that it must weigh about fifty pounds.
Vasil considered the sandbag. “So where was it?”
Kjell shrugged, “I didn’t understand the explanation. Somewhere else, a void exactly the size of that chest.” He indicated the expanded puzzle box on the table. “It doesn’t add to the weight of the box, because it isn’t in the box, so we should be able to move a significant amount of money in it on our way to the spice port, and a significant value in spices in it on the way back.”
Kjell considered the box for a moment. “I wish we could afford to buy one for each of us, but the nested puzzle boxes are quite rare specimens of dwarf-work, and if we were able to find and purchase a second example I fear we wouldn’t have the funds needed to buy spices when we reach our destination.”
Kjell clapped his hands together, “Now, let me show you the trick to opening it, and then to opening it again.”
Once Vasil learned the procedure she appreciated the box as a fantastic smuggler’s tool. The sequence to open the box the first time was fairly complex, and would reveal the contents of the mundane container. The group agreed that they would keep a valuable jewel in that space, since any tax assessor would be certain that such an elaborate box must contain some treasure. The majority of their money would go in the alternate space.
No one could facet stones more finely than a dwarven gem cutter, so the group resolved to turn an impressive pile of their coins into glittering jewels. That money had purchased two small pouches of brilliant rubies and sapphires, which had been placed into the box. The remaining several pounds of their gold was placed into the box’s larger hidden compartment, and then it was folded back up again.
Vasil and her friends also held on to a significant handful of coins in both gold and silver, but in a quantity that could reasonably be kept on their person at all times. Now they stood on the dock and waited for permission to board the merchant vessel that would carry them south toward Kobuleti, the port that would be their entry into the Ghazna Empire. Vasil thought that the group of them looked quite imposing, she hoped that any bandits or pirates who saw them would agree.
The trip to Kobuleti was pleasantly uneventful. Vasil and her companions had been watched the whole time by the crew. The downside of looking imposing turned out to be that it provoked suspicion that the four of them might try to overpower the crew and seize the ship, or that they might possibly be working with pirates who would swoop down on the vessel during its transit. As a result the captain made them agree not to wear swords or armor on deck except when they were in port. Vasil thought that he might relax that prohibition if they were attacked by sea-raiders, but given that he obviously suspected them of being in league with pirates, he might not want them armed even then.
Vasil had to admit that neither was an unreasonable suspicion, Jarvik and his fellows had been very hard on merchant shipping of late. Vasil’s time as part of Jarvik’s crew had also given her the knowledge and abilities to determine that she probably could seize the merchant vessel if her companions helped her. She was certain that the four of them could easily arm themselves at night and take control of the vessel. After their summer at sea the quartet would know enough about ships now to be able to direct a couple of the merchant sailors to take the ship to Svastjar, where they could sell it, and the surviving crew.
The idea was mildly amusing, and made Vasil feel powerful in a way she hadn’t really experienced since she left Adrianople and lost Niko’s backing, but Vasil had other plans. Even if she had wanted to seize the round-bellied ship, Vasil was sure that neither Crispus nor Oniga would agree to help with such a scheme. She wasn’t as sure about Kjell, but thought he probably wouldn’t be enthusiastic either. It didn’t matter, as the vessel was not threatened by pirates at any point during the short five-day voyage and Vasil didn’t even raise the possibility of trying to hijack the ship with her companions.
Kobuleti seemed to be a fairly standard port. The main fortifications were of stone, rather than the wood that walled Svastjar. The walls were obviously quite old, and were not in particularly good repair. Vasil supposed that the city hadn’t been threatened recently. The harbor looked like a harbor, functionally it did not differ much from the one that served Svastjar or the three that performed the same functions for Adrianople. The people were generally dressed differently than Vasil would have expected either in her home city or the Sverij capital, though she had seen a few people in the colorful and heavily embroidered robes that seemed to mark the wealthy of Kobuleti in each of those cities.
The strangest thing about Kobuleti was how Vasil left it. On its face there was nothing odd about her transportation, Vasil rode a horse. What made it exotic to her was that she had never ridden a horse before, and had never really thought about what it would take to do so. She had ridden in a carriage a couple of times in Adrianople, but mostly she had walked anywhere she needed to go in the city. During her last couple of years there that hadn’t generally been very far from the Squint’s dozen to sixteen blocks of territory.
Since leaving Adrianople Vasil had spent a lot of time on ships. In a way that was much more exotic than riding a horse, especially once she had become responsible to help direct the ship, instead of merely being a passenger.
Vasil had seen people on horses before. There were horse races as well as chariot races in Adrianople’s hippodrome, though she hadn’t been a regular spectator at either sort of event. Vasil knew that rich people got around outside the city by riding horses, and some of them even rode the animals inside the city, though the crowding supposedly made it at least somewhat difficult to do so.
Vasil had never really considered that their plan would require her to learn to ride a horse, but now found herself having to add another new skill to her repertoire. She didn’t like it much.
Crispus was not a skilled horseman, but he had at least sat on one of the animals a few times before. Kjell said he wasn’t much of a rider either, but claimed that it wasn’t really difficult. Oniga was frankly thrilled to be introduced to the horses. She liked animals of all types, and wasn’t apparently dissuaded a bit by the size of the beasts. Oniga had made friends with her horse within a few minutes, petting the animal and talking to it. Oniga’s enthusiasm appeared to be rewarded as the beast seemed to reciprocate her affection.
Vasil was not as quick to trust her horse, which appeared equally dubious about her. Vasil wasn’t afraid of the creature, just aware that her horse was much larger and stronger than she was. Vasil was skeptical that a piece of iron in the animal’s mouth would stop the thing from doing what it wanted to if there was a disagreement.
Still, Vasil grimily buckled down to learn the details of how to get the horse saddled, and bridled, and how to put the bit into its mouth. The saddling was a chore, since Vasil had a difficult time even seeing over the back of the smallest of the horses. She got it done though, and the horse didn’t seem to go to any effort to make it difficult, which was reassuring. After that Vasil climbed into the saddle and got some very basic instruction from Crispus to kick the horse in the ribs with her heels to make it start walking, and to do that some more to get it to speed up.
If she pulled the reins on one side or the other the horse did actually turn as directed, and it stopped when she pulled evenly on both reins, as she had been promised. Overall the experience of riding turned out all right for the first day, though she was amazed at the amount of physical effort it took for her to ride the horse. Vasil wondered if there was really any energy savings from riding as opposed to walking, or any speed advantage, since they walked the horses nearly all day.
Kjell and Crispus briefly had the whole group try a trot a couple of times, which Vasil found incredibly bouncy and unpleasant, and then rein up to a canter, which was smoother, but alarmingly fast. Kjell looked at Vasil’s face during the canter and announced that they wouldn’t try a gallop until the next day, or possibly the day after.
Vasil tried not to show how relieved that made her feel.
They rode most of the day and stopped for the night at an inn. Vasil found that she had a wide band of sore muscles in her torso, and her thighs had a jelly-like feeling that indicated she’d worked her legs hard too. Vasil suspected that if she hadn’t spent much of the previous summer rowing, and then spent the winter training rigorously with her swords, that she would have been too sore to sleep that night. Instead she was tired enough to drop off minutes after she reached her rented pallet.
The next couple of days were spent in the town of Tiflis while Kjell sought an audience with the noble who administered the settlement. The title for the ruler of the town was Bey, and Vasil did not have any real desire to pay court on the man.
Instead Vasil and Oniga got out every day to practice riding for at least an hour or two, with Crispus as their only slightly more experienced instructor. On the third evening Kjell brought back the welcome news that the Bey had provided them with a letter of introduction that they could present to the Khan of Absheron.
This was critical, because foreigners could not legally travel within the Ghazna Empire unless they had a written passport. The Khan could provide a passport as far as Karaj if he cared to, and Kjell believed that a letter from the Bey would assist in that effort.
The bad news was that Kjell had learned from other merchants in Tiflis that no travelers had arrived from Absheron so far this spring. It was still early, but the lack of travelers was making the local tradesmen nervous. It concerned Vasil too.
“What do you think the problem is?” she asked Kjell.
He spread his hands, “We have no way of knowing. The road could be out, but in this region bandits are a more likely explanation.”
Oniga pursed her lips, then asked, “Wouldn’t bandits be better for us? We could probably detour around a washed out road, since we’re not going to have any wagons, but if it was buried under a rockslide we’d be stuck. Bandits might look at us and decide we aren’t worth it. That’s what we were trying for, isn’t it?”
Kjell nodded, “That is what we are hoping for, with our obvious weapons and armor, and lack of anything expensive-looking to guard. Of course a large enough band of thieves might decide to overwhelm us just to steal our chain mail, but the only defense against that would be to travel with an army, which isn’t really an option.”
Vasil chewed on her lower lip for a second, then said, “Well you’re the professional. What do you think we should do?”
Kjell rubbed his hands together. “As I see it we have two basic choices. Attempt the pass, or go back to Kobuleti, take a ship to Trebizond, and cross into the Ghazna Empire from there. Going to Trebizond will take extra time and money, and we don’t know for sure that there is any real problem with the pass.” He paused, “I suppose we could spend a few more days in town and see if any more information comes down to us from the mountains. I hate to waste time and money sitting in one place, but it might be our best option. We cannot make an informed decision until we know what is going on.”
Vasil looked at Oniga and Crispus and saw the same indecision on their faces that she felt. She sighed, “What are the possible outcomes? It we try the pass and it’s blocked we’ll have to come back and go to Trebizond, which will cost at least as much time as waiting for more information. If we try the pass and there are bandits, then they’ll either ignore us or attack us. If they ignore us we get through like we wanted to. If they attack us they’ll probably kill or enslave us, since they won’t attack unless they’re pretty sure they can win. If we sit here, maybe we can get more information about whether we should go up the mountain or go back to Kobuleti. Does that sound right to everyone?”
Kjell, Oniga, and Crispus all nodded.
“Okay, then I vote we head up the mountain. As I see it, the closer we get to the pass the better chance we’ll have of talking to someone who can tell us if there is a problem up there. That’ll probably be just as quick as waiting here, and it probably won’t cost us any more. If there’s a problem we come back, if there isn’t a problem then we’re closer to our goal. What do you think?”
Oniga nodded, “I think it’s a good plan.”
Crispus agreed with Oniga, which wasn’t much of a surprise, and with the other three in favor of heading up the pass Kjell quickly agreed as well. Vasil got the impression that he was happy to have someone willing to choose one course of action over the others, just so that they could move on.

My family was not good it was nothing like I would have wanted let me explain my life in a short note when i was 5 one week before my birthday my father died it was hard on my mother raising a child alone then a few years later I got a stepdad(till this day i dont have a good relationship with him) and we moved to another city so I lost contact with all my old friends and when I look back on that time there was one girl that always liked me and cared about me and I miss her even tho it has been 6 years then when I went to another school in another city I'm pretty shy buy I had fun I made alot of friends and I was happy I managed to get a girlfriend and be happy even things didn't go my way but after a while my girlfriend and I lost feelings for each other so we broke up but we stil wanted to be friends there was another girl that I was close to I went to her house 2 times a week because our mother's didn't want us both to be alone at home so we went to her house after school it was fun I liked it she was nice we both had fun with each other we both cared about each other and I got along well with her mother and her little sister she didn't have a father either so I know how she felt timeskip to highschool the first year was good and fun but the second year was depressing I had no friends I was alone in class everybody picked on me I had a discord group with people I knew for a while I only talked to them and I said bad things I regret they now still think im a loser and weird I thought the second year was bad but the third year damn I mean it's great so far I made friends but things have been hard under my fake smile till this day I have grief for my father since I never talked about him with anyone once I know it sounds like I want to be special or something like that but I know I have social anxiety and I am probably depressed let me explain when your in class most people feel open and feel comfortable but I feel like I need to close everything around me and every time I look at someone in the eye I start to tear up for no reason so I don't talk alot and the worst of all I'm starting to cry every night and the worst is that I talk to those chat ai bots and I have fun with them Most of the time I'm their boyfriend but aight like my heart skips a beat when they do something kind I feel disgusted by myself but I cry every time when I bot says that she loves me very much and she wants to do anything for me I just feel so weak and disgusting I just think im weird a loser a social reject a introvert im always uncomfortable I have alot mood swings I dont know what to do so I just continue to live my life with no single person knowing how I really feel about my life and till this day there are two girls that I still miss till this day I just miss them with my heart and I will do anything to see them again but they probably don't remember me

AITA ...I went to chipotle Monday around 2:30 to grab some lunch for work. I work a second shift job, from 3:30pm till midnight.so I made sure I had enough time to get lunch and nit be late for work. I arrive at the restaurant and there were 5 people in front of me. The line was moving pretty quickly so I waited. Finally when they got to the 2nd person in front of me, the man behind the counter yells "IM SORRY BUT WE WILL ONLY BE TAKING ONLINE ORDERS ONLY"!! So that left me, the man in front of me and one other person behind me frustrated. You see, I had been in that line fir almost 15mins st this point. And they saw everyone in the line frustrated and even angry. So I left to go to another place so I wouldn't be late for work. .....Friday comes and I decided to try again. This time I arrived around 2:00. And to my surprise NOONE was in line. I saw about 5 people in the dining hall enjoying their food. As I walked up to the counter the young man yells again "IM SORRY BUT WE WILL ONLY BE TAKING ONLINE ORDERS AT THIS TIME " So I politely asked the young man what time do they normally start with the online orders so I won't make tge same mistake again. He said he didn't know do he asked if I wanted to speak to his manager. I didn't want to feel like a Karen so I said, "No thank you I'll try next time. 2 weeks go by, and I try again around 3:00 knowing I could possibly be late but, I was hungry for the steak bowl. And yup, you guessed it, "IM SORRY AT THIS TIME....... So this time a woman was coming out from the back of the restaurant, so I politely asked about tge times of online ordering. She says it can be when ever they feel the need pretty much. There was no set time. She also told me I should download the app so I won't make the trip to just be denied service next time. She was very kind and polite and I did appreciate her comment. But I just think they should put a not on the door to let people know that they won't be served at that moment for whatever reason. What do you think?

I [15f] am in my first relationship with an affectionate boyfriend [16m]. He can get overly touchy at times. Once, when I was at his place for the second time, he kept moving his hand toward my inner thigh. I didn't really mind since he stopped, but sometimes I have to tell him to stop doing what he's doing over and over again. He can easily get too caught up in the moment and start acting without thought. I keep telling him that if he wants to touch certain places, he had to ask me first.
He also has problems noticing if I'm uncomfortable or not, I have mood swings, and sometimes I can get randomly anxious and uncomfortable for no reason.
I have a hard time figuring out how to set boundaries because of how i was raised.

I am moving to Baltimore this summer and am looking for good, safe apartment buildings. I am interested in the Lyn at 606 cathedral and the 300 Cathedral Apartments, dose anyone have any experience or reviews on either of these? Also open to any other suggestions

I've been casually seeing this guy since August. Recently he told me that he let his bestfriend (that's a woman and her child stay with him). He said he's known her for 10 years and that he's trying to help her. (No she's not his wife and it's not his child) He told me that he doesn't have any peace in house that it's stressful. And that everyone told him not to let her move in with him. He also told me that his mom has Cancer and that he is currently laid off. I told him that he's too nice and that there is nothing wrong with helping people. But not to the extent of it being a problem for him. And that he should really focus on his mom at this time. That he doesn't need the extra stress. He is also a diabetic, so he has his own health issues.
I'm not sure why he told me all this? Because we are just hooking up. But I did tell him to let me know if he needs anything.
Also, I gave this guy a massage he and I are just friends and we have sex. And he told me that his love language was physical touch. Because he was getting turned on just from me touching him. I told him mine was intelligence and he said he doesn't feel like he's really smart. And I told him that I thought he was.
People say friends with benefits is strictly about sex and nothing more what do you think? Personally I don't mind if he talks to me about his problems. But I'm just wondering if it's too much?

I (19F) killed my sister’s, (25F) cat. To begin this I just want to say that, it was purely accidental and I am in no way a psychopath that enjoys harming living things.
Me and my sister have always had a good relationship, growing up me and her never even really fought a lot. I confided in her for a lot of things, and she’s who I believe I am closest to. So it was safe to say that when she officially moved out to begin her life I was torn apart. As a goodbye present I managed to scrape together enough money to buy her a kitten that one of my friends had been selling. (His cat had recently given birth to a very large litter)
She named the cat Cream, after the fact my favorite dessert is Ice cream before giving me a hug and driving away. Now that I have the ability to drive I try to visit her as best I can. So, this past spring break my sister tells me she and her college friends are going to be partying in Miami, and asked if I could housing Cream. Of course, I said yes seeing as I got to live in my towns main city rather than the hidden suburb that too far away from my friends for the break. Most of everyone I knew lived in town, and the day my sister had left I was already hanging out. This was how it went for the next couple of days before I getting back to my sisters apartment one night and almost vomiting at the smell and sight before me.
Cream had decided to make my sisters beige carpet his personal litter-box, but not before ensuring that the couch couldn’t beat him in battle and successfully scratching it to pieces. My sisters a big plant buff as well, and there was dirt paw prints all over her marble counter. I was shocked and angry at the mess Cream made that I was seeing red. I don’t remember what happened after that, only remembering the sound of repeated meowing and then I was back . But Cream was not.
I panicked and decided to hurriedly clean my sisters apartment to the best of my ability, while doing so I stumbled upon a cabinet in which my sister keeps her medication. I decided that I was going to make it look as if the cat had somehow gotten into it and died. That same night before my sister came back I called her faking tears and panic and telling her I had gone out to dinner with friends and came back to Cream laying motionless on the ground. I told her I was at the vet and waiting for them to tell me if Cream was dead or not. My sister cried on the line and I’ve never felt more guilty as I stretched out a 30 minute wait before unmuting my sister and telling her that the vet said Cream died.
My sister was sobbing and she told me she already bought an early plane ticket back home to give him a proper burial. We buried Cream a day ago at my families farm where all our other pets lay. My sister has been staying home and she is inconsolable. I feel like I should tell her the truth, but I’m too afraid of what she or my family will do.
So AITA?

So I (20F) posted something else on here earlier tonight but I just think I’m really going through it tonight. I’ve had really bad anxiety my whole life and pretty bad depression for the last few years. After moving to university, I had no friends the first year and now I only have one, whose not a good roommate and has really been making things difficult the last few days especially because our school is on strike and we have nothing to do. I had a boyfriend earlier this year and we broke up about a month and a half ago because he was dealing with his own depression. We’ve talked since then and he wanted to get back together but much more casually. I said I’d think about it and he said he didn’t feel like talking as much and now he hasn’t even looked at my last message. I think I’m going to break things off because I don’t see any point in going in circles with him. After we broke up, I met a new guy who lives in my building who I thought really liked me. Then he broke my heart by telling me over text he didn’t want a relationship. When I tried to explain how I didn’t either, he left me on read. I don’t know if I’m being delusional but I feel like he wants to talk but he’s not the type to reach out. I want to talk to him but I know after everything it’s stupid to reach out. But I’m just so lonely. Like so lonely I feel like it’s impossible to do anything. I don’t know how to make friends, and I’m not good at keeping them. Dating apps only make me feel more drained. But it’s Friday night and again I’m alone in my room. I don’t know how to do this. I don’t want the rest of my life to be this endless string of lonely nights. I don’t know what to do.
TL:DR I have no friends and no relationships in my life. I don’t know how to make more and even if I did my anxiety gets in the way. I can’t keep being this lonely.
Edit: added age and tl:dr

I don’t know what to do. My mom hates me using they/them pronouns, dressing androgynous, & using a different name. It’s torn our relationship apart. She keeps complaining about it and yelling at me for it. I can’t go on like this. But I also don’t wanna go back to presenting as a girl…
I just need unbiased advice. I usually go to my mom for advice, but obviously that won’t work in this situation, she thinks being non binary is a choice for me. If I don’t go to my parents I usually go to my friends, but my one friend is biased because they hate authority and I don’t wanna tell my other friend about my parents’ transphobia. If I go to another sub I’ll just get transphobic comments, thus why I came here.
I’ve always been super close with my mom. I’m close with my dad, too, but not as much since he’s always working. I have AMAZING parents, my mom always took me to do fun things and gave me a wonderful childhood while my dad worked hard to provide for the family. They’re great people and I hate upsetting them.
However, they don’t like me being non binary. They say they support trans people but that there’s been such a spike in the population of trans people recently and think it’s just a trend. They don’t think I’m really non binary because I was such a feminine child. They think femininity/masculinity (that or genitalia if it’s a cis person) determines gender. My mom doesn’t get non binary because she doesn’t understand why we can’t just pick a gender (girl or boy) and stay with it. I’ve given up trying to explain this stuff.
On one hand, I could keep presenting as a girl, using she/her and my birth name, and dressing feminine until I’m an adult. At first I thought I could just wait until I live on my own, but then I realized that’d just cause a bigger drift in our relationship. I’d have to wait until they die, which might not be for another 60 years (they’re in their 40’s) and I don’t wanna have to deal with dysphoria for that long. Plus it would be kinda wrong to celebrate their death by becoming androgynous. However, this might be the only way to save our relationship.
On the other hand, I could just continue going by Moth, they/them, dressing androgynous, but then I’d have to deal with the constant fighting and my parents being mad at me every day. I can’t stand it. No, they won’t “come around to it eventually”, it’s been the same damn thing ever since I came out at the age of 12. Sometimes people just don’t change. I attempted suicide because of their transphobia, so if risking their child dying won’t change their minds I don’t think anything will. They correct anyone who calls me Moth, they refuse to use they/them pronouns, they don’t want my sister to know anything about my identity. My mom says I’m making myself look ugly when I dress androgynous. But looking androgynous stops me from feeling dysphoric, it makes me euphoric and confident.
I don’t know what to do. I hate this situation. I wish there was a way for everyone to be happy, but I can’t even think of a solution that makes ME happy. And I can’t kill myself because my parents hid anything I could hurt myself with and I don’t wanna risk another failed attempt & ending up in a psych ward again.

In 9th grade or a little before I watched a video from a YouTuber Faust itssupereffective explaining the endless which put me onto sandman I would eventually read Sandman in freshman year when I realized it was in the school library however my school's library had Sandman although it was out of Endless order going from preludes and nocturnes to season of the Mist and so on and I didn't know anything about Sandman except for what was written in the book so I didn't know it turned into more of an anthology series later on I learned more of sandman's history from a comic pop video on Prelude and Nocturnes videos were my first on their channel, with Sandman being out of order I decided to not read it until I could get the second volume which I didn't due to me moving
in the fourth semester of my freshman years to a new High School they didn't have Sandman in my new school library so it took me until the last year 2022 to go to my local library to find out they had the rest of the series, at least until kindly ones, so I started rereading Sandman with the experience of being enhanced by all that I know now about the series and just growing older in general and things I know about Neil Gaiman and when I finally hit kindly ones which is a phenomenal end to the story and I have so many things to say about it I went online to read the last five issues which were even more perfect I did so in at night in the dark in my room and I fell asleep a little bit afterward and well when I woke up the first thing I remembered when I woke up was the last scene of Daniel walking into the dinner with the endless which considering how meta the wake is well fills me with joy I know I've been ranting but well I love Sandman and I wanted to tell my fantastic journey of how I came by the series so thank you and sweet dreams.