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2020.12.04 22:09 slapsandbops I'm an INFP who got dumped by an INTJ, just trying to do the right thing

Hello INTJs, and MBTI experts. I am looking for some advice if you have a minute to read this. If you feel so inclined to do so, I can't stress enough how much it would mean to me and what a difference it could make in my life.
I am a male INFP. My ex is a female INTJ. I'm 29. She'll be 24 next week. I am a professional musician and recording engineer. She is a biologist. We were together for 2 years.
I think we both have mostly fond memories of our relationship. We were always there for each other, and the biggest fight we ever had was over how to fold a fitted bed sheet. She's originally from 3 hours away, and we met while she was finishing up her degree at the nearby university. Pretty quickly into our relationship, I unofficially moved into her one room apartment while still paying rent at my house I had with room mates. About 7 months in we signed a lease on a house together. I think that all went pretty smooth. Our lease ended the same week America went into COVID lockdown (late March/ early April). I helped her move back into her parents' house, stayed there for about a month, and went home to my parents' house. We were able to see each other about once a month during the summer. This didn't really bother me. I think it was the smartest thing to do, and was happy to save a little bit of money and spend some time with my family before we made our next move.
At the end of August she broke up with me over the phone. Her reasoning was that she felt depressed, didn't know what to do with her life, felt some shame that she didn't keep me in the mental image of her future, and came to the conclusion that she needed to step away from the idea of a relationship altogether for a while. She also went on to say that I was a "perfect boyfriend" and that I "showed her what it means to truly be loved." She also said that I am so motivated with my own career that she didn't want to hold me back in any way.
I was single from 20-27. I spent most of those years touring the United States with the rock bands I was in, chasing women, living with my best friends, and generally having a chaotic and wonderful time as an independent dude. I believe that period of my life is what helped me love myself enough to properly love another person, and also what gave me the insight to understand that she is one in a million.
She was 21 when we started dating, and I don't think she had spent a whole year single as an adult at that point. She hasn't done a lot of significant traveling, most of her adult life has been spent at school away from her friends, and I'm not convinced that she is happy with the career path she has chosen so far.
Needless to say, I often wondered if she would reach a point where she wondered what else life had to offer, and I know it would be hypocritical for me to not empathize with her considering how my 20's played out. I personally knew I wanted to get married (or at least keep moving in that direction and had no inclination to break up at all), but knew I had to hold off because asking that of a 23 year old is just personally not my style. I never mentioned that to her until we broke up.
As far as her "holding me back" with my career goes, I see where she's coming from but don't get down with that at all. I've spent so much time putting my career first, and I've shut so many people out for so long for the sake of my career that I just don't want to be that person any more. I always want to be in the studio or on tour, but I honestly love all the things she's into and would be just as happy if not more doing those things and spending time with her.
As an INFP, you might know that I was the eccentric emotional one and she was the cold and collected one. Furthermore, her father died when she was 7, very suddenly. She was adopted by her stepdad and had her last name changed. I enjoy her family but they have very terrible fights that exclude her and she always has to be the mediator. I believe these things have made her even further detached from being sentimental and shoved her emotions even further down. As an INFP this has always been hard for me to understand, and her constant being closed off was really the one thing that bothered me in our relationship. The last 9 months our sex life petered out to almost nothing. I always tried to get her to open up about it. I kept myself in shape, tried to groom myself and dress nice, and even started taking medicine to keep my hair from falling out. She always chalked this up to her depression and low self esteem, which I think kicked in big time right around the time she graduated from college. I guess that's understandable, but it still made me sad that I couldn't seem to do anything about it no matter how hard I tried. A month before we broke up, she forgot it was my birthday. I figured that was kind of part of who she is, but it really really hurt. I'm sure she was checked out at that point. She did feel horrible afterword and made up for it as best as she could.
The past 3 months have been pretty difficult for me, and I have been trying to keep myself under control. I started an adderall prescription in October and I think that opened up some flood gate of emotions. The most painful thing about all this is that it's been hard to have a normal conversation, outside of the one time we hung out and talked things over shortly after we broke up. I think this is mostly my fault for pushing her away, but then again she never made any effort on her part before I did that. I of course started reading between the lines of everything on her social media, which usually inspired some very long-winded rant of a text message which wasn't exactly productive, but not offensive either. As a healthier outlet I wrote a 15 song album in about a week and sent the demos to her, which she legitimately really liked which made me feel a bit better. It was hard for me to go on my first date. The night before I asked her if she had been casually dating yet and she said yes. I should note that I'm glad that's what she's doing, and even the greedy part of me says that's a good thing because the faster she can plow through a bunch of chumps and realize I'm the man, the better. I know committed sex is clearly not what she wants or needs at the moment. But it was still very difficult to hear and caused a very primal knee-jerk reaction in me. Long story short I ended up saying a lot of things I shouldn't have over the course of the next 24 hours. But some examples were:
"You have a lot of audacity to say you hope things are going well when you never take the time to check in on me. I think that's a very shallow, bare minimum type of response."
"I bet you aren't being very upfront with whatever poor sap you're fucking about the fact that you're trying to have a casual relationship because you've always tip-toed around confrontations (this is at least true, she is very bad at that)."
There was a phone call somewhere in there where I called her crying because I was so bummed to be going on a date with another girl, which of course, accomplished nothing. Where after hanging up I texted:
"I don't see how you can just go out and fuck other guys but at the end of our relationship you were just 'depressed.' I mean I know you're depressed but I just don't get it. Maybe you should just admit that you never gave a shit, and I'll finally stop giving a shit too."
The next day I offered a very thought out and sincere apology, which I drove three hours to say to her face, but she would not see me so I had to send a text message. Aside from apologizing, I asked her to block me on social media for a while because I felt like it was detrimental to my mental health and our relationship. I also made it clear that being totally shut off was hard for me. I was in a lot of pain at the time (and still kind of am), and I guess I just would appreciate her checking up on me to see how I was doing after breaking up with me, just like any other friend would. I can handle being broken up with, but it was almost like she fell off the face of the planet and most of the time the only thing that could get a conversation going was me being over-dramatic, over-confrontational, and over-emotional. Not knowing what her day to day life is like and tell her I love her has been the worst part for me. Maybe its too much to ask.
Since then I've gone back to therapy (which I was supposed to do for my ADHD anyway), and mostly left her alone. My ego has not really been bruised at all through this whole thing. I understand my worth, and know I'm kicking ass when my depression doesn't get to me. It was not difficult to get to a point of talking to more fine women than I can keep up with, and don't feel any inadequacies as a man or a partner. Regardless, I still really miss her, and my dog (her dog). But I still wish we could work things out.
Last week she finally got back to me and accepted my apology. She blocked me on social media like I asked, but also said it was very unhealthy to expect her to reach out or to try to wish her happy birthday or merry Christmas or whatever. I guess she's probably right. I let her know what I had been up to, that I was going to therapy and also studying our MBTI's to better understand our dynamic and empathize with her better, which she was happy to hear. I also let her know how hard I am trying to improve myself to be the best person I could be for her if she is ready for a relationship with somebody again some day, and even if it didn't work out I wouldn't mind because I know another door would open in some way. This was not the first time I said that. I guess she was happy to hear that as well, but made a point to have me make sure I was doing what I was doing for myself and not to impress her.
I still haven't been able to get her on the phone. My only intention with that is to have a normal conversation and catch up as friends would, and perhaps feel like we've mended our relationship somewhat and can go for a while without talking having left on a positive note. I'm not going to wish her happy birthday, or merry Christmas, or whatever, because it seems she'd rather I not. Before I started writing this, I asked if she'd like to catch up this weekend and haven't heard back.
So at this point you should know that I love this woman to death and would very much like to be with her when work out or respective issues, and if you know about my MBTI you might understand its hard for me to give her space and not overwhelm her emotionally. I am moving forward with my life, with the hope that we can get back together in a few years as merely a target to aim for and not an end-all-be all goal that will destroy me if not attained. More than anything though, I just want her to be happy and enjoy her life to the fullest. She deserves it as much as anybody I know.
Now I am asking you to give me some advice on how I should be handling this moving forward. Should I avoid any and all contact? Knowing these facts do you think our relationship could be mended? Was it a bad move to ask her to catch up on the phone today? What the hell does she want? Why isn't talking about how we feel the better thing to do? Any other thoughts? Thank you so much for your time!
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2020.12.04 22:03 slapsandbops I'm an INFP who got dumped by an INTJ, just trying to understand how to do the right thing

Hello INTJs. I am looking for some advice if you have a minute to read this. If you feel so inclined to do so, I can't stress enough how much it would mean to me and what a difference it could make in my life.
I am a male INFP. My ex is a female INTJ. I'm 29. She'll be 24 next week. I am a professional musician and recording engineer. She is a biologist. We were together for 2 years.
I think we both have mostly fond memories of our relationship. We were always there for each other, and the biggest fight we ever had was over how to fold a fitted bed sheet. She's originally from 3 hours away, and we met while she was finishing up her degree at the nearby university. Pretty quickly into our relationship, I unofficially moved into her one room apartment while still paying rent at my house I had with room mates. About 7 months in we signed a lease on a house together. I think that all went pretty smooth. Our lease ended the same week America went into COVID lockdown (late March/ early April). I helped her move back into her parents' house, stayed there for about a month, and went home to my parents' house. We were able to see each other about once a month during the summer. This didn't really bother me. I think it was the smartest thing to do, and was happy to save a little bit of money and spend some time with my family before we made our next move.
At the end of August she broke up with me over the phone. Her reasoning was that she felt depressed, didn't know what to do with her life, felt some shame that she didn't keep me in the mental image of her future, and came to the conclusion that she needed to step away from the idea of a relationship altogether for a while. She also went on to say that I was a "perfect boyfriend" and that I "showed her what it means to truly be loved." She also said that I am so motivated with my own career that she didn't want to hold me back in any way.
I was single from 20-27. I spent most of those years touring the United States with the rock bands I was in, chasing women, living with my best friends, and generally having a chaotic and wonderful time as an independent dude. I believe that period of my life is what helped me love myself enough to properly love another person, and also what gave me the insight to understand that she is one in a million.
She was 21 when we started dating, and I don't think she had spent a whole year single as an adult at that point. She hasn't done a lot of significant traveling, most of her adult life has been spent at school away from her friends, and I'm not convinced that she is happy with the career path she has chosen so far.
Needless to say, I often wondered if she would reach a point where she wondered what else life had to offer, and I know it would be hypocritical for me to not empathize with her considering how my 20's played out. I personally knew I wanted to get married (or at least keep moving in that direction and had no inclination to break up at all), but knew I had to hold off because asking that of a 23 year old is just personally not my style. I never mentioned that to her until we broke up.
As far as her "holding me back" with my career goes, I see where she's coming from but don't get down with that at all. I've spent so much time putting my career first, and I've shut so many people out for so long for the sake of my career that I just don't want to be that person any more. I always want to be in the studio or on tour, but I honestly love all the things she's into and would be just as happy if not more doing those things and spending time with her.
As an INFP, you might know that I was the eccentric emotional one and she was the cold and collected one. Furthermore, her father died when she was 7, very suddenly. She was adopted by her stepdad and had her last name changed. I enjoy her family but they have very terrible fights that exclude her and she always has to be the mediator. I believe these things have made her even further detached from being sentimental and shoved her emotions even further down. As an INFP this has always been hard for me to understand, and her constant being closed off was really the one thing that bothered me in our relationship. The last 9 months our sex life petered out to almost nothing. I always tried to get her to open up about it. I kept myself in shape, tried to groom myself and dress nice, and even started taking medicine to keep my hair from falling out. She always chalked this up to her depression and low self esteem, which I think kicked in big time right around the time she graduated from college. I guess that's understandable, but it still made me sad that I couldn't seem to do anything about it no matter how hard I tried. A month before we broke up, she forgot it was my birthday. I figured that was kind of part of who she is, but it really really hurt. I'm sure she was checked out at that point. She did feel horrible afterword and made up for it as best as she could.
The past 3 months have been pretty difficult for me, and I have been trying to keep myself under control. I started an adderall prescription in October and I think that opened up some flood gate of emotions. The most painful thing about all this is that it's been hard to have a normal conversation, outside of the one time we hung out and talked things over shortly after we broke up. I think this is mostly my fault for pushing her away, but then again she never made any effort on her part before I did that. I of course started reading between the lines of everything on her social media, which usually inspired some very long-winded rant of a text message which wasn't exactly productive, but not offensive either. As a healthier outlet I wrote a 15 song album in about a week and sent the demos to her, which she legitimately really liked which made me feel a bit better. It was hard for me to go on my first date. The night before I asked her if she had been casually dating yet and she said yes. I should note that I'm glad that's what she's doing, and even the greedy part of me says that's a good thing because the faster she can plow through a bunch of chumps and realize I'm the man, the better. I know committed sex is clearly not what she wants or needs at the moment. But it was still very difficult to hear and caused a very primal knee-jerk reaction in me. Long story short I ended up saying a lot of things I shouldn't have over the course of the next 24 hours. But some examples were:
"You have a lot of audacity to say you hope things are going well when you never take the time to check in on me. I think that's a very shallow, bare minimum type of response."
"I bet you aren't being very upfront with whatever poor sap you're fucking about the fact that you're trying to have a casual relationship because you've always tip-toed around confrontations (this is at least true, she is very bad at that)."
There was a phone call somewhere in there where I called her crying because I was so bummed to be going on a date with another girl, which of course, accomplished nothing. Where after hanging up I texted:
"I don't see how you can just go out and fuck other guys but at the end of our relationship you were just 'depressed.' I mean I know you're depressed but I just don't get it. Maybe you should just admit that you never gave a shit, and I'll finally stop giving a shit too."
The next day I offered a very thought out and sincere apology, which I drove three hours to say to her face, but she would not see me so I had to send a text message. Aside from apologizing, I asked her to block me on social media for a while because I felt like it was detrimental to my mental health and our relationship. I also made it clear that being totally shut off was hard for me. I was in a lot of pain at the time (and still kind of am), and I guess I just would appreciate her checking up on me to see how I was doing after breaking up with me, just like any other friend would. I can handle being broken up with, but it was almost like she fell off the face of the planet and most of the time the only thing that could get a conversation going was me being over-dramatic, over-confrontational, and over-emotional. Not knowing what her day to day life is like and tell her I love her has been the worst part for me. Maybe its too much to ask.
Since then I've gone back to therapy (which I was supposed to do for my ADHD anyway), and mostly left her alone. My ego has not really been bruised at all through this whole thing. I understand my worth, and know I'm kicking ass when my depression doesn't get to me. It was not difficult to get to a point of talking to more fine women than I can keep up with, and don't feel any inadequacies as a man or a partner. Regardless, I still really miss her, and my dog (her dog). But I still wish we could work things out.
Last week she finally got back to me and accepted my apology. She blocked me on social media like I asked, but also said it was very unhealthy to expect her to reach out or to try to wish her happy birthday or merry Christmas or whatever. I guess she's probably right. I let her know what I had been up to, that I was going to therapy and also studying our MBTI's to better understand our dynamic and empathize with her better, which she was happy to hear. I also let her know how hard I am trying to improve myself to be the best person I could be for her if she is ready for a relationship with somebody again some day, and even if it didn't work out I wouldn't mind because I know another door would open in some way. This was not the first time I said that. I guess she was happy to hear that as well, but made a point to have me make sure I was doing what I was doing for myself and not to impress her.
I still haven't been able to get her on the phone. My only intention with that is to have a normal conversation and catch up as friends would, and perhaps feel like we've mended our relationship somewhat and can go for a while without talking having left on a positive note. I'm not going to wish her happy birthday, or merry Christmas, or whatever, because it seems she'd rather I not. Before I started writing this, I asked if she'd like to catch up this weekend and haven't heard back.
So at this point you should know that I love this woman to death and would very much like to be with her when work out or respective issues, and if you know about my MBTI you might understand its hard for me to give her space and not overwhelm her emotionally. I am moving forward with my life, with the hope that we can get back together in a few years as merely a target to aim for and not an end-all-be all goal that will destroy me if not attained. More than anything though, I just want her to be happy and enjoy her life to the fullest. She deserves it as much as anybody I know.
So I am asking you, her fellow INTJ, to give me some advice on how I should be handling this moving forward. Should I avoid any and all contact? Knowing these facts do you think our relationship could be mended? Was it a bad move to ask her to catch up on the phone today? What the hell does she want? Why isn't talking about how we feel the better thing to do? Any other thoughts? Thank you so much for your time!
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2020.12.04 20:24 TheMightyCloud I made a list of all the pop culture references in season 4

If you’re interested, here’s season 1, season 2, and season 3. Also sorry for formatting mistakes, I’m on mobile.
*S4E1- “The Great Gatsby” The pest control van was called The Great Ratsby Exterminators
*S4E1 at 7:26- “Patrick Duffy” Bob needs Linda to look away while he aggressively poops in the woods, and to distract her he yells, “Look over there, it’s a pelican! And Patrick Duffy!” which Linda is very excited for because she loves Dallas. 12:08- When Bob and Linda are hopelessly lost in the woods Linda cries out for help from anyone, even Patrick Duffy.
*S4E1 at 15:09- “Hansel and Gretel” Bob is trying to deny he’s sick, and Linda asks him if he really thinks he’s alright after eating raw trout and “barfing and pooping your way through the forest like some disgusting Hansel and Gretel”.
*S4E2- “When a Stranger Calls” BotD: The Cauliflower’s Cumin From Inside the House Burger
*S4E2 at 10:40- “Bob Fosse” When Edith kicks Bob out of Reflections before he can buy another bag of sequins, Bob refuses to go and Harold yells, “You heard her, Bob Fosse!” and “Bob Fosse wouldn’t need more than one bag of sequins!” Which causes Bob to yell, “What?! I’m not Bob Fosse!”
*S4E2 at 19:35- “Godzilla” When the kids get home Bob and Linda ask if they think they’re too good for the dragon costume their parents made for them, to which Gene replies, “Costume? What am I even looking at? Godzilla’s ding-dong?”
*S4E3- “Shout by Tears for Fears” BotD: Sprouts! Sprouts! Sprouts It All Out! Burger
*S4E3 at 0:22- “Cialis Commercial” While the kids flip through tv channels Gene asks, “Why is that old couple holding hands in side-by-side bathtubs?” then he gets unreasonably excited at the thought of it being a commercial for side-by-side bathtubs.
*S4E3 at 5:17- “Castaway” Mr. Fischoeder is telling Bob that Linda is taking seaplane lessons from Upskirt Kurt, a guy who fakes emergency landings on an island to get with women. When Bob says that would never work, Teddy says, “It could, Bob. Look at Castaway. Tom Hanks falls in love with a volleyball.”
*S4E3 at 18:30- “Largo Al Factotum by Gioachino Rossini” Mr. Fischoeder and Kurt are towing the seaplane back to town with the Belchers in it when the plane becomes airborne from the high speed of the boat, and as the family yells for them to slow down the two men blast the opera aria Largo Al Factotum at full volume.
*S4E3 at 19:58- “Amelia Earhart” Linda is trying to land the plane safely and assures everyone it’s okay, and then says, “I feel like Amelia Earhart! Oh, wait. She died. I feel like a regular captain, on a regular plane.”
*S4E4- “A League of Their Own” BotD: A Leek of Their Own Burger
*S4E5- “Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb” The business next door is called Dr. Rangelove Stove Store.
*S4E5- “Gordon Ramsey” BotD: Gourdon-Hamsey Burger (comes with squash and ham)
*S4E5 at 0:30- “Father of the Bride” Bob is doing a special three-day salt rub for this year’s Thanksgiving turkey, and he calls it Father of the Brine.
*S4E5 at 5:58- “Patrick Swayze” Linda suggests that Gene should add something about gravy to his Thanksgiving song, and as he thinks about it he notes gravy has a lot of rhymes, one of them being Patrick Swayze.
*S4E5 at 12:09- “Jerry Maguire” Gayle is assuring Bob that Linda tells her everything, she even knows about the time Bob peed in the theater during Jerry Maguire. Bob’s defense was that he didn’t want to miss any of the movie.
*S4E6- “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie by Laura Numeroff” The pest control van was called If You Give a Mouse a Poison Exterminators.
*S4E6 at 8:12- “Carrie” Linda is telling someone how hard her band is going to rock the stage at the high school reunion, she says, “I’m gonna be like Carrie up on the stage! But hopefully with less blood.”
*S4E7- “Auntie Mame” The pest control van was called Anty Maim Pest Control.
*S4E7- “I’m OK, You’re OK by Thomas Anthony Harris”/ “Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen”/ “Edward James Olmos” BotD: I’m OK You’re Ok-ra Burger, Bohemian Radishy Burger, Edward James Olive-most Burger.
*S4E7 at 0:43- “James Bond” The Belchers run into Mr. Frond at the store, he’s buying a martini set, and calls himself “Frond. James Frond.” Louise thinks that’s “Double-oh-so-sad”.
*S4E7 at 2:02- “Mr. Holland’s Opus” Linda thinks Bob looks handsome in his suit, “like Richard Dreyfus in Mr. Holland’s Old Penis”.
*S4E7 at 17:31- “Dead Poets Society” Tina’s Home Ec class wants Bob to continue to be their substitute teacher, so they stand on their desks and tear a bag of microwave popcorn in an act of defiance, like in the iconic ‘oh, captain, my captain’ scene.
*S4E8 at 5:07- “Jingle Bells” The family gets stuck in the snow in front of a candy cane semi truck, and when the trucker honks at them Linda honks back to the tune of Jingle Bells while her and the kids sing it as loudly as they can. The trucker does not enjoy it.
*S4E8 at 15:16- “Silent Night” Linda is making the best out of being stuck in the snow on Christmas by singing Silent Night and telling the story of the birth of Jesus using car trash.
*S4E9- “Takin’ It to the Streets by The Doobie Brothers” The business next door is called Tankin’ It to the Streets Tank Top Shop.
*S4E9 at 3:02- “Matt Damon” Linda planned a surprise slumber party for Louise and when the visitors ring the doorbell Linda mysteriously asks who that could be, causing Gene to say, “I hope it’s Matt Damon. I wrote him over a year ago.”
*S4E10- “Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens” The pest control van was called The Pest of Times and the Worst of Times.
*S4E10 at 14:24- “Cheers” Tina is trying to sabotage Jimmy Jr.’s magic act by “finding the heart of his act and cutting it out”, which Gene notes is just like when Shelley Long left Cheers.
*S4E10 at 15:09- “Houdini” Linda is wishing Tina good luck before she goes on stage to do her magic act, calling her “My little Teenie-Weenie-Houdini”.
*S4E10 at 17:37- “Superman” Tina switches Jimmy Jr.’s music to something with a 9/8 time signature so he can’t dance during his act, and when she tells him he exclaims, “That’s like dance Kryptonite!”
*S4E11- “Three Times a Lady by The Commodores” The pest control van was called Once, Mice, Three Times and Exterminator.
*S4E11- “Winter Wonderland by Felix Bernard”/ “The Longest Yard”/ “Troy Aikman” BotD: Winter Muensterland Burger, The Longest Chard Burger, The Troy Oinkman Burger
*S4E11 at 0:33- “Super Bowl” It’s a Super Bowl episode, but it’s introduced by Gene saying he’s having his own Super Bowl blowout this year, because he’s “holding all of [his] BMs until halftime” to make a Super Bowel.
*S4E11 at 6:57- “Pretty Woman” Louise is explaining to Randy that she’s in charge and he’s just “a puppet that gets the master water”; he says puppets can’t get water, and Louise replies that they do in movies all the time. When Randy challenges her to name one movie where a puppet gets water Louise says Pretty Woman, and Randy admits he’ll have to rent and watch it.
*S4E11 at 8:02- “Godzilla” Gene is Burger-Zilla in the commercial, complete with using a mustard bottle to “pee” on a little city made of restaurant items.
*S4E12- “A Nightmare on Elm Street”/ “North by Northwest” The pest control van was called Termite-mare on Elm Street Pest Control. The business next door is called North by North Vest.
*S4E12 at 2:00- “The Terminator” Bob and Linda are reading Louise’s creative writing assignment about a robot from the future, that looks like Mr. Frond, being brought to Earth just like Arnold Schwarzenegger in The Terminator.
*S4E12 at 8:48- “Rock ‘n’ Roll High School” Gene’s creative writing story is a parody of Rock ‘n’ Roll High School called “Fart School for the Gifted”.
*S4E12 at 9:21- “Mozart” In Gene’s creative writing story Mr. Frond is yelling at everyone for singing and dancing when Gene makes a fart noise on his keyboard and Zeke says, “Whoa, nice song, Moz-fart!”
*S4E12 at 13:06- “Night of the Living Dead” Tina’s creative writing story is an erotic friend fiction that parodies Night of the Living Dead as zombie boys invade her high school.
*S4E13- “Stuart Little” The pest control van was called Stuart-A-Little-Less Exterminators.
*S4E13 at 0:43- “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson“ Tina is talking about Tammy reading the Torah and becoming a woman at her Bat Mitzvah, and Gene says that sounds like his spa day, but he read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.
*S4E13 at 0:46- “Star Wars” Louise remarks that Tina knows a lot about Bat Mitzvahs “for someone who though Chanukah was was Han Solo and Chewbacca’s baby”.
*S4E13 at 14:50- “The Shining” Linda and Bob wander off from their catering station and end up in a completely different hall then the Bat Mitzvah. When Bob asks where they are Linda says, “It’s like the end of The Shining in here”.
*S4E13 at 15:46- “Macarena by Los del Rio” Tammy has disappeared from her party and Tina has taken it upon herself to fill her place, including leading the Macarena.
*S4E13 at 16:26- “It’s a Wonderful Life” Tammy is stuck watching everyone have fun without her at her own party and Louise says, “It’s like a reverse It’s a Wonderful Life where you get to see how happy everyone is without you shrieking at them.”
*S4E13 at 20:08- “Cinderella” Tammy is yelling at Tina for taking her spot at the party, calling her “Fake-erella”.
*S4E14- “It’s Only Rock ‘n’ Roll (But I Like It) by The Rolling Stones” BotD: It’s Only Sourdough Burger (But I Like It)
*S4E14 at 2:21- “The Mentalist” Teddy is watching the kids for the weekend and Louise asks what kind of tv they’re going to watch; Teddy replies with a question and asks if everyone likes The Mentalist.
*S4E14 at 3:40- “Kiefer Sutherland” Bob is at a conference for burgers where everyone goes by their online message board name, one of them being BeeferSutherland.
*S4E15- “Murder She Wrote” The pest control van was called Murder She Roach Exterminators.
*S4E15 at 19:15- “Sideways” Linda and Bob went to go see Sideways and Linda bet Bob he wouldn’t drink from the spit bucket at the wine tasting. He drank it.
*S4E16- “I Fought The Law by Sonny Curtis”/ “Scarborough Fair by Simon and Garfunkel”/ “Beasts of the Southern Wild”/ “Sympathy for The Devil by The Rolling Stones” BotD: I Fought The Slaw Burger (And The Slaw Won), Charbroil Fair Burger (comes with parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme), Beets of the Southern Wild Burger, Sympathy For The Deviled Egg Burger
*S4E16 at 8:25- “Jerry Lewis” Linda thinks she’s psychic and in order to tap into her powers she has to make the weirdest noises. When she calls into the news tip line to report a vision Bob asks if they think Jerry Lewis is calling.
*S4E16 at 11:04- “Sandy Duncan” Sergeant Bosco needs help catching a perp who gets away in a wig, dress, and “roller-shoes”, Linda thinks that describes Sandy Duncan. Gene yells at her because she thinks everything describes Sandy Duncan.
*S4E16 at 19:21- “The Usual Suspects” Linda tricks herself into thinking she’s psychic and exclaims “I Keyser Soze’d myself!”
*S4E17- “Say Anything” The pest control van was called Spray Anything Exterminators.
*S4E17 at 1:10- “Melrose Place” Tina is watching The Equestranauts and after Louise complains she doesn’t like the show Gene exclaims, “I told you we should’ve watched re-runs of Melrose Place!”
*S4E17 at 3:41- “Tony Danza” The grown men who like The Equestranauts are called Equesticles, and one of the Equesticles calls himself Pony Danza.
*S4E17 at 15:21- “Scottie Pippen”/ “Jon Hamm” One of the Equesticles has a rare collection of Equestranauts, including the limited-edition Scottie Pippen horse and a gold-plated horse that used to belong to Jon Hamm.
*S4E18- “Sweet Home Alabama by Lynyrd Skynyrd” BotD: Sweet Home Avocado Burger
*S4E18 at 5:56- “Steve Zahn” Mickey is telling the kids that it’s easy to work his carnival job and calls it “very Zahn”, when they ask if he means zen he clarifies that he means Steve Zahn, an actor both Mickey and Gene admire.
*S4E18 at 15:07- “Cindy Crawford” Felix and Linda are looking at sinks for the restaurant bathroom and Linda remarks how “sexy” sinks can be, calling one “Sinky Crawford”.
*S4E19- “House of Cards”/ “Daisy Bell (A Bicycle Built for Two) by Harry Dacre” The pest control van was called Mouse of Cards Pest Control. The business next door is called A Unicycle Built for Two Tandem Unicycles.
*S4E19- “Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band by The Beatles” BotD: Sgt. Poblanos Lonely Hearts Club Burger
*S4E19 at 10:01- “Scott Baio”/ “Banana Boat Song (Day O!) by Harry Belafonte” Tina asks Gayle to read them some of her poetry, and the poem Gayle picked is called ‘Happy Things We Should Send Into Space’. One of the lines is ‘Magazine clippings of Scott Baio, and that song that starts with Day-O”.
*S4E19 at 11:04- “Jean-Claude Van Damme” One of Gayle’s cats is named Jean-Paw’d Van Damme.
*S4E19 at 15:34- “The Cosby Show” Gayle is making the kids play a board game she invented, and after she tries to make everyone start over, Louise freaks out, saying, “No! We’ve been playing this game for six hours and no one has even made it past The Cliffs of Huxtable!”
*S4E20- “So You Think You Can Dance?”/ “The Twilight Zone” The pest control van was called So You Think You Have Ants? Exterminators. The business next door is called The Nightlight Zone.
*S4E20- “Karma Chameleon by The Culture Club”/ “Blue Bayou by Linda Ronstadt” BotD: Parma Parma Parma Chameleon Burger, Bleu by You Burger
*S4E20 at 9:24- “Steven Tyler” Gene is having a cheer battle, and when his opponent runs out of things to say and starts making random sounds, Gene says, “That’s not cheering, that’s scatting! Get out of here, Steven Tyler!”
*S4E20 at 17:55- “27 Dresses” Tina is trying to describe her ideal date to Jimmy Jr., first they’d watch 27 Dresses, then walk on the beach and find a place in the kelp to kiss. That’s all Jimmy Jr. wants too, except he’s seen 27 Dresses three times, “So, that’s 81 dresses in total.”
*S4E21- “The Karate Kid” BotD: The Saffron Saff-off Burger
*S4E21 at 17:26- “Hall & Oates” Louise dragged Gene onto the most dangerous ride at Wonder Wharf, he’s convinced he’s gonna die and he, “never even got to see Hall & Oates live!”
*S4E21 at 18:12- “The Closer” The rollercoaster gets stuck on the biggest hill, and as Gene covers his eyes he frantically asks Louise, “Is it over? Am I home on the couch watching The Closer yet?”
*S4E22 at 13:14- “Game of Thrones” Bob is tied to the pier and the tide is rolling in as he sings a song about how bad things are, like how Linda will be a widow and he’ll also never know who “wins Game of Thrones”.
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2020.12.04 19:24 Joker_ERP [M4A] (A playing as F) Massive list of RP prompts (Rule 34, fandoms, Games, OC, Incest Ect.)

Hey there! Today I’ve got a massive list of rp ideas and have written out some starters along with some ideas to how I see the rp going. I’m open to change and ready to do other ideas too. So if you feel like you’ve got an idea I might be interested in feel free to talk to me about those: ).
As for my replies. I write in first person mainly and my reply length varies. I generally do anything from a few sentences to a paragraph or more and generally require my partner to do the same. Fair warning the less detail you reply with the less interested I’ll be in rping with you. (Not looking for a few words as a response)
I enjoy having a story to go along with the smut so it’s not just constant sex, some cute or action driven moments are fun as well. – Hand holding and cute dates are pleasant! I mainly do my rps on kik, discord or here. I also have an RP facebook account, so feel free to ask for my users for those! : )
My kinks and limits list might be a big read, but none are compulsory. I’m just here to have fun and hopefully meet some cool rp partners : )
Kinks: Harems (Doesn’t mean having to play all characters at once, just one by one is fine!), Incest, Outercourse (Which is stuff like titjobs, thigh jobs, grinding, hot dogging) Risky public spaces (Toilet stalls, changing booths. That kinda thing where people could get caught.) Facials, Freckles (Face and body). Big/nicely shaped bums (Especially if they jiggle). Creampies, Cum on tits/body, big cumshots, Thigh high socks. showewater sex (pools, shower, hot tubs ect.) Mutual desire for sex.
Limits: Pregnancy (Hard limit sorry), Vomit, Piss, Blood, Toilet stuff, Rape, Gangbangs (Unless it’s multiple females) Male on Male, futas, rimming/pegging.
There might be more that I’m forgetting so if you’re unsure feel free to ask me! The rougher side of sex like Name calling, slapping choking spanking I can all do as well! : ) Without further ado let’s jump into the starters!
Disclaimer: I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+
Here's the basic list of ideas if you wanted to look them over before reading the full posts. I’m also open to some ideas that I may have missed! And please note: I’m looking for FEMALE characters only!
Rule 34/Fandom/Game Ideas: Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia. Idea 2: Pokémon Idea 3: Naruto Idea 4: Bleach Idea 5: One piece. Idea 6: Sword Art Online. Idea 7: Fairy Tail. Idea 8: Avatar The Last Airbender. Idea 9: Persona (Girls from 4 and 5). Idea 10: Harry Potter. Idea 11: Final Fantasy. Idea 12: The Witcher 3.
OC Ideas: Idea 13: Fantasy harem adventure. Idea 14: Only Man of the town. Idea 15: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. Idea 16: Sci-Fi space crew.
Incest Ideas: Idea 17: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). Idea 18: Aunt/Cousin. (Can be both) Idea 19: Incest family vacation.
Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia.
(So my character will be a transfer into Class 1-A. His power is the power of persuasion. With the power he’s able to convince someone to do something as if it’s their own will. However, he’s hesitant to use it on other people and to tell everyone he even has it as he’s been outcast at his last school for the villainous nature of his quirk. As such he can’t use it to its full extent and can only issue small commands to begin with.
My idea with this is that one or more (cannon or non) of the girls decide to help him out in a private setting and overtime it gets more and more sexual in nature. And as he becomes more confident, he’s able to issue more longer-term commands. This can also be mixed in well with some story and some action to keep the plot interesting.)
Starter: It was a day which started like most others in Class 1-A. The students got ready in the dorms and headed to class to chat among themselves while they waited for Aizawa to enter. However, unlike most days there seemed to be an extra desk placed in the room. The seat caused some confusion which didn’t last long as the first bell rang and Aizawa entered the room.
“Morning everyone.” He stated in his mainly bored and sleepy tone which seemed to sound like he was stifling a yawn. “Today we’ve got a new student transferring in from another school. He’s from Shiketsu, some of you may recognize the name since it’s got the same level as prestige as U.A. but regardless make sure he feels welcome.” He said pointing a sweeping stare at everyone and finally resting on the problem child of the U.A class Bakugo.
With that he fell silent and I felt it was my cue to enter. Swallowing a little at the nerves I steeled them quickly and entered. My blue eyes sweeping over some of the familiar faces in the room. Many of the students had standout performances in the UA sports festival and as well in the news reports about the villain attack on the training camp.
I had a lot to live up to if I wanted to join these legends in training but regardless, I was determined to do just that. Breathing a little and shifting my auburn hair from my eyes I smiled the best I could. “My name is Schwarzer, Chris Schwarzer. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” I say bowing to the class.
Satisfied with the introduction Aizawa nodded to the spare seat in the room. Taking that as an order I nodded back and headed over to my seat sitting down and getting my books out. Curiously I turned to the seat next to me noticing one of the girls in the class and gave her a slight smile as Aizawa began his lesson.
Idea 2: Pokemon. (So this one is super simple. Some trainers or a trainer and his Pokémon go on a grand adventure. For this one my favourite Canon female are: Marnie, May, Hilda and May. And my favourite Anthro Pokémon are Lopunny, Arcanine, Blaiziken That’s just for reference though and you can really play whoever you like! Ocs are of course welcome too!)
Trainer x Trainer Starter:
I like many others in the world of Pokémon have just started on my journey. Although I had done so a little late. Regardless me and my starter Pokémon Aipom which was a gift from my late father. Setting off with excitement to make a name of myself.
That excitement wore off pretty quickly however as an advanced trainer stepped in my path and soon, I realized how big the gap between us was. He wiped the floor with my aipom and laughed as he took my “Prize money” Scooping up my aipom I rushed through the rest of the route and over to the next town ducking quickly into the Pokémon centre.
Looking around there was a few new trainers who seemed to have fallen to the same fate as I had and I shook my head. Guys like that were total assholes and without hesitating I headed over to the counter where the nurse took my Aipom from me. Once he was gone, I was told there was going to be a short wait due to the amount of Pokémon they had to treat. I nodded as I headed over and sat down in one of the seats.
Idea 3: Naruto. (So for this one I like the idea that my character is a nomadic mercenary hired by the leaf to help train the ninja of the village, maybe he also has some kind of hidden power that boosts his chakra but also increases his libido. Not too sure how I wanna go about this one.)
Starter: The Hokage Tsunade Senju looked over me with a curious gaze and then down to my application form. “You’re younger than I expected given everything you’ve done.” She stated honestly. “But the intelligence division did a thorough search into you and you check out.” She stated as she slammed the approved stamp down onto my paper.
“Just remember, if you do anything to endanger this village, I’ll snuff you out personally.” She said in an icy and threatening tone. Feeling a cold bead of sweat roll down the side of my face I nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t dream of it.” I say. Internally I make a mental note not to cross her in any way.
“Good.” She said putting a smile across her features. “Your first group is down on the training field waiting for you already.” She stated. “Your lodgings will be set up by the time you’re done, here’s the key.” She said tossing the key to me which I caught and stuffed into my pocket. I was a little shocked with how quick she wanted me to get to work but I nodded. “Right!” I say giving a respectful bow before heading out.
It took me a little longer than expected to actually find the training grounds as I hadn’t ever been here before. And when I got there much to her credit there were a few ninja standing around. Approaching them I gave them a sheepish smile. “Sorry I’m late guys.” I called out. “I got lost.” I added on.
Idea 4: Bleach. (So a new human soul reaper makes it into the soul society. His power isn’t captain level to begin with simply being enough to take out the average hollow. And with the resurgence of the hollow threat the Soul Society has offered to give him a substitute badge to take out those hollows deemed too small for the soul society to handle. Maybe he’s paired up with someone or someone like Orihime steps in to help him grow.)
Starter: Another boring day at school followed by a night of boring patrols. With all the big hollows being taken care of by “Full-fledged” Soul reapers it didn’t leave me with much opportunity to train against bigger enemies.
At least that’s what I thought originally. A few blocks from me there was a rift which opened up and the pure spiritual pressure that came from the hollow that stepped out of it was enough to make me feel as though gravity itself was pushing against me.
It was hard to breathe and even harder to stand as my hand clutched my blade in my left hand tightly. I shook my head as I heard the loud roar of the large breast and could even see it’s towering form from my position.
It was nothing close to a menos, but it was enough to tower over a three-story building for sure. “Shit.” I hissed to myself as I knew there were no soul reapers around at this stage. With a threat this big I was sure they’d come, but until then it was up to me to buy some time and make sure no humans or souls were consumed.
Pushing myself forward I reached the park that the Hollow had appeared in. Thankfully the park was deserted at this time of night. When he saw me the hollow. “You don’t smell like much, but you’ll do as a snack.” The hollow commented as it charged forward. “Just evade, buy time.” I comment to myself as I began to leap around the battle field looking a bit like and feeling like an idiot.
The hollow toyed with me a little while enjoying the chase before it seemed to ger bored. Just when I was thinking I was fast enough to keep avoiding it the creature’s mouth opened and its forked tongue shot out at me with faster speed than I was anticipating I raised my blade to defend myself but it was a feeble attempt and I knew it wouldn’t be enough.
Idea 5: One Piece. (So I’m not quite sure how to approach this one, but I’ll give it a go. Much like the MHA starter my character will have the power of persuasion, having eaten the Persua-Persua fruit. I’m thinking either he joins the Strawhats and goes on their adventures or he makes his own crew with girls from the story, I’m gonna leave it fairly open ended so we can jump in whenever along the story we wanna go!)
Starter: Alone in a bar I sat staring in the amber liquid in my mug. I was down on my luck after having my whole crew and my ship destroyed in a long battle another pirate crew. The only reason I was able to live through the ordeal was due to my crew sacrificing themselves to give me a chance to escape.
I spent days adrift with little food and water and soon washed up upon the island I was in. Immediately I found a tavern ready to drown my sorrows and feel sorry for myself for a little while.
Letting out a sigh I downed the rest of my drink soon looking at the few drops of liquid bottom of my mug. I knew being a pirate wouldn’t be easy, I knew it’d be violent and end in violence. However, to lose in that fashion without even being able to use my devil fruit to calm or question our opponent and losing everything still took its toll on me.
Scratching at the growing stubble with one hand, the other I raised my mug to demand another drink and as such the bartender approached to fill my mug. “You’re looking a little rough there, you sure you need another?” The bartender asked as he took the mug from me. “I don’t have anything else to do. I don’t even know what else to do with myself.” I responded grumpily. “Just fill it up.” I demanded. “Right.” The bartender responded as he filled it with more of the alcoholic amber liquid and slid It in front of me.
Idea 6: Sword Art Online. (Fairly simple it’s SAO set in the original death game. I love the idea, so I’ve always loved rping this one. If you want to play canon characters my fave is for sure Lizbeth, but I’m open to OC characters!)
Starter: It’s been months since Akihiko Kayaba has trapped us into this death game. Or at least that’s how some people looked at it. Others saw it as their dream come true. But most if not, all wanted to push forward and beat the game.
Despite the desire to push forward little progress has been made. Guilds and parties have formed to push through dungeons but with the increased danger and with it more deaths; more and more people simply decided to live out their lives on the lower floors.
Unlike those rushing in to push through the content I was happy enough to go through it at my own pace. This place was like a dream for me, save for the fact I had an increased chance of dying I was able to live in this game without the worries of the outside world.
I was doing some late-night grinding in an area of dense forest. The sun had set and there was little light save for the bright moon poking through the trees. All was calm, the trees swayed with the wind and the occasional sound of creatures moving about was enough to calm me.
However, the deeper I got into the forest the louder a sound became. At first it was quiet but as I approached, I heard it more clearly. It sounded like steel clashing against steel. Someone was fighting. Moving from a casual walk into a jog I quickly came to a small clearing where I saw two figures fighting, although in the low light I couldn’t make it out until I got closer.
Idea 7: Fairy Tail. (it’s been a little while since I’ve seen the series, but I’ve always loved it! Given my time away I might have to take some time to refamiliarize myself with the magics. My character will simply be an entry level member into the guild to begin with, canon characters are welcome just as OCs are!)
Starter: Another day in magnolia and another party being held at the large guild building at the centre of town. A large-scale job had just finished with some of the senior ranking wizards. and even though I wasn’t part of that mission, instead being on my own D-Rank job I joined in on the celebrations.
I had only been part of the guild for a few days and so far, it’s not been as exciting as I’d hoped, although I figured that it’d pick up once I proved myself. I was drinking by myself when I was approached by Makarov. He was wearing an essentric looking orange outfit. “Schwarzer my boy!” He said as he patted me on the shoulder. “How are you fitting in?” He questioned. “Fine sir! Everyone has been very welcoming.” I say to him in response. “Glad to hear it! You’ve been doing a good job, although I’d like to see you do more.” The male said. “So I’ve arranged a partner for you on your next job, that way you can take something more challenging, what do you say?” He questioned.
“Yes of course!” I say eagerly as a smile spread across my face. “Great!” He said cheerfully. “I’ll introduce you to who you’ll be working with.” He said as he stood from his spot and lead the way over to a female clearing his throat loud enough to get their attention.
Idea 8: Avatar the Last Airbender. (So for this one I guess it can go two different ways. My fave girls from Avatar would probably be Ty Lee, Suki and Toph. Maybe my character is a powerful bender that either the fire nation or team Avatar wants on their side. I think it might be cool to think that Aang isn’t the only airbender and instead a small faction managed to escape and continue the lineage. Either that or my character is a powerful firebender of some kind. I’ll leave whichever you prefer to you in your first reply as I’ll leave it open ended.)
Starter: The world was at war ever since the Fire nation attacked. With the intense fighting came mercenaries. Freelance benders or soldiers ready to fight on either side. For a fee of course. And despite my age, being only eighteen I was quite renown amongst the other bounty hunters for my bending.
Of course, there were talks of the Avatar returning, having repelled an invasion in the south pole, the liberation of Omashu and then the fire nation prison. It seemed they were making quite the stir in the earth kingdom.
It’d only be a matter of time before they reached the small town, I was in. Perhaps they were already here. But if that was the case surely there would be some kind of stir. Pushing my hair from my face I ordered another drink from the barkeep. “You know you’re my favourite customer Schwarzer…. You’re the only one who consistently pays his tab. Unlike the rest of these soldiers or the workers around here.” The older man says in clear annoyance.
“Well who knows, if I wasn’t so successful, I’d probably mooch off you too.” I admitted with a grin. “Try not to talk too ill of the soldiers on either side.” I added on flicking him an extra coin for a tip once my drink was finished. “Well I better check if anyone has a job for me.” I say as I pushed myself up from my seat.
Idea 9: Persona. (So basically this is just gonna be a fairly interesting idea. My character along with the girls of persona 4 and 5 get stranded in this strange dimension where they have to fight their way out to make it back to their own worlds.)
Starter: It all happened so fast. One minute I was in a team meeting with my group discussing what we should use our newfound powers for next. And the next second, I had blinked and I was in some kind of strange room.
One by one more people were added into this room. Some of which were dressed in some elaborate costumes. And I frowned as I looked to each one of them, all of which I didn’t recognize at all and judging by their looks they didn’t recognize me. Although before we managed to introduce ourselves a booming voice broke the silence.
“Welcome all!” The clearly male voice commented. “To the room of my design.” He added on. “I’m sure you’re all confused. And no doubt you’ll want to return back to your homes. However, to do so you’ll need to enter my labyrinth. “Make it to the end and you’ll all return home.” The voice explained.
“Of course, this maze isn’t without its dangers. Enemies, much like you encounter on a regular basis will roam these halls. As well as beasts of my own design far stronger than those… Fear no though for every check point you reach this room will become more furnished with amenities. For now, you simply have beds to rest on.” He said as there was an audible click and the dark room was suddenly lit up. Sure, enough there were rows of beds all lined up one for each person to sleep on.
“When you’re ready to test yourselves step through this door and enter the first level of the labyrinth.” He declared as a large door appeared and opened up in front of them. For a while nobody said anything probably all too stunned to even process the information. “So, I’m guessing we’re all persona users given what he just said.” I spoke up. “I guess we should probably start with names and strengths, right?” I questioned the group. “I’m Chris Schwarzer.” I say. “My persona Serapth focuses on ranged combat.” I explained.
Idea 10: Harry Potter. (So to keep this one interesting I’m thinking of having it set in an AU where Voldemort and Harry don’t exist. However, there are still dark wizards who are part of a cult around. Defs looking for a Hermionie, Luna or Ginny, you could even have other celebs/ecelebs as teachers or students for this one! Ocs are of course welcome too!)
Starter: Another year at Hogwarts, the last for some; and another year of learning was right around the corner. Although times were not peaceful in the wizarding world. Aurors who were the police of the magical world were going missing or showing up dead.
The ministry not wanting to make a panic kept it fairly under wraps, however some of the families have come forward with the information and rumours abounded about what was really happening. Stepping off the train I sighed a little rubbing my temple where a headache had begun to set in. During the train ride here, I found myself stuck next to a boy who wouldn’t stop going on about the rumours and conspiracy theories.
Glad to be off the train I looked around for a minute lost as to where I needed to go. “I know it’s around here somewhere.” I commented, although my sense of direction was always off. Usually I followed everyone else. But this time it seemed I was one of the last ones off the train.
Idea 11: Final Fantasy. (So this is simply going to be an idea with no starter since it will probably change depending on the many FF universes. My favourite however is defs FF7. (Tifa, Jessie and Aerith are best girls) with follow-ups being 12, 13, 15, 10, 8 and 9. Basically a fight would take the Main character of those series, Cloud, Noct, ect out of commission and needing a leader the other characters step up and hire mine on. Similar to some of my other prompts but I never said I was creative :^) With that being said though if you ARE interested in this one let me know and we can work out details depending on what world we’re in!)
Idea 12: The Witcher 3. (So my character will be a Witcher. (wow!) Saving people, hunting things you know? The family business. Anyway, I’m gonna leave it super open ended for you to come in however you like! If you wanna play a canon character my top two are for sure Ciri and Trist, and OC characters are accepted too!)
Starter: A Werewolf, an odd and rare contract, although I figured it wouldn’t be a hard one. In face I figured with my silver blade that the creature would go down rather quickly. Starting the encounter, I was faced with a harsh reality due to my hubris. I started off well enough, however due to my carelessness I was quickly on the backfoot.
The beast roared as it swung its large clawed hand towards me. I had barely managed to roll out of the way of the attack. Probably due to the increasing levels of bloodless resulting in a careless action on my part. A level of confidence quickly pushed down by the fact a handful of open wounds stung at my flanks.
More scars for later given that I make it out of here, although with my silver blade thrown on the other side of the area leaving me with only a steel sword which barely even phases the thing. I had to reach my blade, although with my focus on dodging the attacks it was hard to find an opening to do so.
I raised a hand and cast the igni sign launching flames at the creature who leapt back and I tried my best to make it past the creature only to have to dodge another strike as the beast recovered remarkably fast. “Stubborn bastard, aren’t you?” I questioned a little sourly.
Idea 13: Fantasy harem adventure. (This one is fairly basic in nature. Basically, a young man with little combat experience leaves his poor hunting village once he’s of age and sets off to join the adventurer’s guild to make a name for himself and also to send money back home. He’s fairly modest, naive and kind hearted. Which makes him likable and easy to take advantage of.
We could add a story with war elements, racism and darker themes to show him that the world he idolizes isn’t as cracked up as he thought it’d be. Ideally, I’d like a full harem party for this one but I’m cool with one on one too.)
Starter: It had been a few days since I was finally able to leave the small village, I was raised in behind me. Sword on hip and keen to become an adventurer. Of course, I also wanted to make a name for myself and I was even more excited to see everything the world had to offer. With driving me forward I headed from my village over to the closest city which had a guild branch. A city called Ruan. It was nearly five times the size of my village if not more and yet it was nothing close to the capital city of Grancel.
Smooth dirt paths soon gave way to cobblestone and my boots clacked rhythmically against the pavement as my steps soon got faster and faster as Ruan came into view. My stomach was in knots as I gripped the straps on my bag tightly and after steeling my nerves and taking in the sight of the large city, I headed through the large stone arch to the busy streets beyond.
My excited eyes looked around at every nook and cranny as I took in every detail that was on offer. Soon coming across the large marble and wood building of the adventurer’s guild in front of me. I stood in front of the large building clearly awestruck and for a moment I felt completely overwhelmed. This was it. This was the first step I was going to take on my journey and yet I felt far too nervous to head inside. Instead I stood there shaking slightly as I tried to work up the courage to push those large oak doors aside and declare my presence to the world.
Idea 14: Man of the town. (So again the premise is also pretty basic. My character wakes up in a town where there’s no men, as if they all vanished at once. Including his father which leaves him home alone with his sister and mother. (It’s up to you if you want incest in the plot or not.) We can have a story with an element of mystery to it too if you want! Or we can just bounce around the town having him bonk as many different people as you want.)
Starter: It’s been a few weeks since all the men in the town vanished one day. One day they were there and the next they were gone. There was of course a panic even though it is much calmer than originally, it continues to creep in the back of everyone’s mind. It doesn’t help the fact that no outsiders have come into the town and some strange thick fog seems to stop everyone from leaving.
However, with no answers it was left to the women of the town to pick up the slack and try to push for some level of normalcy. Except for me it seemed. Since the whole act started, I was in lockdown not being free to leave my home since my mother and sister was much too paranoid that I’d disappear too. With the amount of time I spent indoors going stir crazy I began to wonder if it was better to be wherever the rest of them are.
Today was different though and finally I was given the chance to leave the house while my mother was careless and rather quickly, I headed out into the street just glad to take in the scenery as I headed over to a nearby park. I headed over the soft grass feeling it beneath my shoes and then to the pond where I took a seat on one of the mounted benches.
Idea 15: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. (Not a whole lot to say here other than it’s one of your run of the mill Zombie/Nuclear apocalypse scenarios. I might toy with the idea of having multiple zombie types like games such as Dying light and Left for dead in order to spice things up a little but we’ll see where we go with it. As for nuclear I’ll probably be following along the Fallout franchise. Being part of these worlds will probably make my character a bit more brash, blunt and even a little rude. However, given some time he’ll warm up.)
Zombie Starter: No one knows quite when the outbreak started, however it swept over the globe causing panic. People eating people. People dying and coming back to life as a shambling corpse joining the armies of similar creatures. Society crumbled over time and the cities which were now hot zones for hordes of the undead creatures were left abandoned to all but the most daring or desperate of individuals. However, these rabid hordes weren’t the only thing to look out for in the apocalypse.
Society had begun to reform in its most primal form. People grouped together for safety. Those who just wanted to live peacefully became easy prey for those who saw the end of the world as we knew it as a playground to kill pillage and steal what they’d like. These bandits created their own factions with their own fortresses and seemed to have an endless supply of guns and ammo as they used it quite liberally.
I had been on the trail of a particularly nasty group of bandits as they razed whatever small settlements, they had to the ground callously and without mercy. I had just arrived at one of these towns. Dying people lay scattered about while fires licked at the makeshift buildings. It was still quite fresh. Approaching a nearby body which seemed to be moving slightly I turned it over the man was in bad shape and was clearly on death’s door. His eyes looking into mine in a pleading sense.
“Do you want me to make it quick?” I asked him reaching my left hand down to my machete which hung on my belt. Weakly his hand reached out to grip my right as he gave a nod. I knew the death wouldn’t be clean, as I unsheathed my blade. However, I couldn’t waste any ammo on my pistol nor could I risk tipping off the bandits that did this that I was following them. With a quick swing I slammed the blade into the head of the man ending his life and after wiping the blade off on his shirt I slid it back into its sheath my eyes scanning the immediate area for any of the undead which had turned or for a slim chance of getting a glimpse of survivors.
Nuclear Apocalypse Starter:
The world as we knew it ended in a flash. A white light followed by a rumble which washed over the world in nuclear fire. Billions died then and there reducing the world’s population to the brink. Those who were lucky to survive a direct blast were mutated to become much different than humans and more akin to zombies. Those outside of it didn’t have much quality of life as the radiation created mutated creatures which made living in a barren wasteland that much harder.
There were others however who were lucky enough to be given a spot in giant underground vaults. There they lived out their lives separated from the horrors that this new world wrought. One by one these vaults opened to allow these vault dwellers into the wasteland that was our world.
Their blue suits and clueless natures made them stand out and become easy prey to raiders, giant creatures and everything in between. Many of them didn’t get far before being gutted and robbed for their illusive vault suits which earned enough to feed a scavenger or bandit for a month.
The world and society began to rebuild. And with small settlements and towns popping up here and there it wasn’t all doom and gloom for the wasteland. Many were able to create jobs in local milita, mercenary work. Even trading or bartending.
I was such a mercenary a few generations of my family lived through the bombing and the radiation which was lucky enough for me, I guess. I was hired to do whatever someone wanted for the right price. And today I was tasked with delving into a recently opened vault and check make contact with the inhabitants inside.
Colt python on my waist I headed over to the large vault door which at this point was sealed shut and knocked loudly. This job seemed rather easy and was paying a lot which made me wonder who I was working for and what purpose they had with these vault dwellers. However, I wasn’t paid to ask questions nor did I really care at the end of the day. The less I knew the less guilt I could feel.
Idea 16: Space/Scifi. (So this is a scifi adventure. My character is the captain of his own ship and is currently looking for recruits to join him and help run it. There will probably be lots of interesting planets our characters go to and I’ll certainly be making them up as we go along! Your character can range as anything from a human to android or even an alien.)
Starter: Stepping out of The Tempest I breathed in the humid station air of Astra station. The station which was on the furthest reaches of the space ruled over the galactic council; was a haven for the depraved. Outlaws, mercenaries, drug dealers you name it Astra has it and in bountiful supply too.
Which made it a perfect spot to find someone who was desperate to get off the station. Someone who would work for cheap or for free. All I needed to do was to find them. “Schwarzer, don’t forget to stock up on food, military rations are sad.” A voice commented through the earpiece I had. “Yeah. I’ll head through the slums and to the market. Thanks, Evai.” I responded. “And don’t cause any trouble, I don’t wanna rot in this ship while you’re dead.” The voice added on. “Yeah yeah I’ve got it.” I responded as the communication line was severed and I started on my walk.
I headed through a nearby door and down into the depths of the station. Soon I the overcrowded and frankly smelly slums. Beggars and gang members lined every corner all looking at me with a cautious eye as I passed. There were even a few tweaked out drug users laying scattered about in some dark corners. Even a few corpses.
I didn’t stop though, if you stayed in one place too long down here you were asking to be jumped and quickly, I pushed on heading over to the bustling markets. The food quality here wasn’t the best although it was abundant. I even talked to a few of the store owners to see if they knew where I could find the extra hands to help me on my ship.
Idea 17: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). (So, this starter is gonna be fairly generic, however it’s open to allowing any of the familial ties to be easily included. I have a few ideas for immediate family and will post them below and if you have any ideas, I’m happy to hear them.)
Starter: It’s a hot and lazy day in the middle of summer break. I had laid splayed out on the couch at home. Despite the air conditioner being on full blast my skin underneath my tank top was getting stuck to the leather couch; which did little to alleviate the heat fluster that was going on. I sighed after looking over the back of the couch to the pool outback longingly. I sighed a little resigning myself to bite the bullet and peeled myself from the couch.
As much as I wanted to strip down and run out, I wasn’t entirely sure if I was home alone and as such, I headed up to my room to change into a pair of swimming trunks before heading back downstairs. Passing through the laundry and grabbing a towel on the way.
I headed onto the back deck and draped my towel over the railing before I rushed over and leapt into the pool immediately feeling the cool water wash away any of the heat I had been feeling. I resurface and breathed a sigh of relief as I pushed my messy hair back from my face.
Idea 18: Aunt/Cousin (Can be both). (Again like the incest scene above I’m not quite sure how to spruce this one up so I’ll leave it rather basic and we can go from there.)
Starter: My family has gone on holiday without me as I had to stay behind due to being caught up in exams. Rather than meeting up with them later they decided it would be more fun for me if I finished them up then headed over to spend some time with my Aunt and my cousin across the county. While I wouldn’t be leaving the country, I was still getting a vacation in a way and as such I tried my best to be upbeat and positive about it, even if I was envious of the others.
While it wasn’t the same pristine beaches and high-class resorts that the rest of my family was going to, I was still grateful for the hospitality. The plane lands in the airport and after collecting my bags and checking my phone for a confirmation I was going to be picked up I sent my family and my aunt and cousin a quick text telling them I landed safely. After gathering my small suitcase from the conveyor belt, I wheeled it through security and out to the meeting area keeping my eyes peeled for any sign of my cousin or my auntie. There was a little confusion about who was going to greet me so I wasn’t sure who to expect myself.
Idea 19: Incest family vacation. (So, this one is again going to be like the other two before it. They kinda roll off each other in a way. However, I believe it allows for a wide range of engagements with multiple characters at some kind of beach resort.)
Starter: It’s the dead middle of another scorching summer and rather than tough it out in our homes which has air-conditioning which never seemed to help, our large family decided to all go to a large resort (Could even be a cruise too) together. Many of the rooms were rather luxurious and I was more than excited to see what the rest of the hotel had to offer.
We pulled up into the lobby and while the parents were checking in I headed over to check out a map on the wall. It seemed there were quite a lot of different things to do around the resort. There was a pool with a poolside bar, a beach which had volleyball games, a massage parlour, hot tubs and many different activities ranging from native dances to eating competitions.
Just the realization we were here and the excitement at the many possibilities that could come from the vacation. Maybe I’d even meet someone nice and have a vacation fling. Although with so many family members running around, I doubted that I’d get much peace to do that. Regardless I was eager to get up to the room, have a shower and change into my swimming trunks to explore all the different places.
We headed up to the rooms where I noticed mine had a large double bed. However, judging by my mother’s comments outside It seemed there was some kind of mix-up in the rooms and I’d be sharing the room with one of my family members. Not that I minded too much. I placed my suitcase down and waited to see who would come in and if they were interested in joining me look around.
Closing words: So yeah that’s about it! Thanks for reading and if you have any questions or suggestions, I’m open to hearing them! I know this was probably a big read so thanks again for your time and I hope to talk to some of you soon!
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2020.12.04 19:24 Joker_ERP [M4A] (A playing as F) Massive list of RP prompts (Rule 34, fandoms, Games, OC, Incest Ect.)

Hey there! Today I’ve got a massive list of rp ideas and have written out some starters along with some ideas to how I see the rp going. I’m open to change and ready to do other ideas too. So if you feel like you’ve got an idea I might be interested in feel free to talk to me about those: ).
As for my replies. I write in first person mainly and my reply length varies. I generally do anything from a few sentences to a paragraph or more and generally require my partner to do the same. Fair warning the less detail you reply with the less interested I’ll be in rping with you. (Not looking for a few words as a response)
I enjoy having a story to go along with the smut so it’s not just constant sex, some cute or action driven moments are fun as well. – Hand holding and cute dates are pleasant! I mainly do my rps on kik, discord or here. I also have an RP facebook account, so feel free to ask for my users for those! : )
My kinks and limits list might be a big read, but none are compulsory. I’m just here to have fun and hopefully meet some cool rp partners : )
Kinks: Harems (Doesn’t mean having to play all characters at once, just one by one is fine!), Incest, Outercourse (Which is stuff like titjobs, thigh jobs, grinding, hot dogging) Risky public spaces (Toilet stalls, changing booths. That kinda thing where people could get caught.) Facials, Freckles (Face and body). Big/nicely shaped bums (Especially if they jiggle). Creampies, Cum on tits/body, big cumshots, Thigh high socks. showewater sex (pools, shower, hot tubs ect.) Mutual desire for sex.
Limits: Pregnancy (Hard limit sorry), Vomit, Piss, Blood, Toilet stuff, Rape, Gangbangs (Unless it’s multiple females) Male on Male, futas, rimming/pegging.
There might be more that I’m forgetting so if you’re unsure feel free to ask me! The rougher side of sex like Name calling, slapping choking spanking I can all do as well! : ) Without further ado let’s jump into the starters!
Disclaimer: I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+
Here's the basic list of ideas if you wanted to look them over before reading the full posts. I’m also open to some ideas that I may have missed! And please note: I’m looking for FEMALE characters only!
Rule 34/Fandom/Game Ideas: Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia. Idea 2: Pokémon Idea 3: Naruto Idea 4: Bleach Idea 5: One piece. Idea 6: Sword Art Online. Idea 7: Fairy Tail. Idea 8: Avatar The Last Airbender. Idea 9: Persona (Girls from 4 and 5). Idea 10: Harry Potter. Idea 11: Final Fantasy. Idea 12: The Witcher 3.
OC Ideas: Idea 13: Fantasy harem adventure. Idea 14: Only Man of the town. Idea 15: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. Idea 16: Sci-Fi space crew.
Incest Ideas: Idea 17: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). Idea 18: Aunt/Cousin. (Can be both) Idea 19: Incest family vacation.
Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia.
(So my character will be a transfer into Class 1-A. His power is the power of persuasion. With the power he’s able to convince someone to do something as if it’s their own will. However, he’s hesitant to use it on other people and to tell everyone he even has it as he’s been outcast at his last school for the villainous nature of his quirk. As such he can’t use it to its full extent and can only issue small commands to begin with.
My idea with this is that one or more (cannon or non) of the girls decide to help him out in a private setting and overtime it gets more and more sexual in nature. And as he becomes more confident, he’s able to issue more longer-term commands. This can also be mixed in well with some story and some action to keep the plot interesting.)
Starter: It was a day which started like most others in Class 1-A. The students got ready in the dorms and headed to class to chat among themselves while they waited for Aizawa to enter. However, unlike most days there seemed to be an extra desk placed in the room. The seat caused some confusion which didn’t last long as the first bell rang and Aizawa entered the room.
“Morning everyone.” He stated in his mainly bored and sleepy tone which seemed to sound like he was stifling a yawn. “Today we’ve got a new student transferring in from another school. He’s from Shiketsu, some of you may recognize the name since it’s got the same level as prestige as U.A. but regardless make sure he feels welcome.” He said pointing a sweeping stare at everyone and finally resting on the problem child of the U.A class Bakugo.
With that he fell silent and I felt it was my cue to enter. Swallowing a little at the nerves I steeled them quickly and entered. My blue eyes sweeping over some of the familiar faces in the room. Many of the students had standout performances in the UA sports festival and as well in the news reports about the villain attack on the training camp.
I had a lot to live up to if I wanted to join these legends in training but regardless, I was determined to do just that. Breathing a little and shifting my auburn hair from my eyes I smiled the best I could. “My name is Schwarzer, Chris Schwarzer. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” I say bowing to the class.
Satisfied with the introduction Aizawa nodded to the spare seat in the room. Taking that as an order I nodded back and headed over to my seat sitting down and getting my books out. Curiously I turned to the seat next to me noticing one of the girls in the class and gave her a slight smile as Aizawa began his lesson.
Idea 2: Pokemon. (So this one is super simple. Some trainers or a trainer and his Pokémon go on a grand adventure. For this one my favourite Canon female are: Marnie, May, Hilda and May. And my favourite Anthro Pokémon are Lopunny, Arcanine, Blaiziken That’s just for reference though and you can really play whoever you like! Ocs are of course welcome too!)
Trainer x Trainer Starter:
I like many others in the world of Pokémon have just started on my journey. Although I had done so a little late. Regardless me and my starter Pokémon Aipom which was a gift from my late father. Setting off with excitement to make a name of myself.
That excitement wore off pretty quickly however as an advanced trainer stepped in my path and soon, I realized how big the gap between us was. He wiped the floor with my aipom and laughed as he took my “Prize money” Scooping up my aipom I rushed through the rest of the route and over to the next town ducking quickly into the Pokémon centre.
Looking around there was a few new trainers who seemed to have fallen to the same fate as I had and I shook my head. Guys like that were total assholes and without hesitating I headed over to the counter where the nurse took my Aipom from me. Once he was gone, I was told there was going to be a short wait due to the amount of Pokémon they had to treat. I nodded as I headed over and sat down in one of the seats.
Idea 3: Naruto. (So for this one I like the idea that my character is a nomadic mercenary hired by the leaf to help train the ninja of the village, maybe he also has some kind of hidden power that boosts his chakra but also increases his libido. Not too sure how I wanna go about this one.)
Starter: The Hokage Tsunade Senju looked over me with a curious gaze and then down to my application form. “You’re younger than I expected given everything you’ve done.” She stated honestly. “But the intelligence division did a thorough search into you and you check out.” She stated as she slammed the approved stamp down onto my paper.
“Just remember, if you do anything to endanger this village, I’ll snuff you out personally.” She said in an icy and threatening tone. Feeling a cold bead of sweat roll down the side of my face I nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t dream of it.” I say. Internally I make a mental note not to cross her in any way.
“Good.” She said putting a smile across her features. “Your first group is down on the training field waiting for you already.” She stated. “Your lodgings will be set up by the time you’re done, here’s the key.” She said tossing the key to me which I caught and stuffed into my pocket. I was a little shocked with how quick she wanted me to get to work but I nodded. “Right!” I say giving a respectful bow before heading out.
It took me a little longer than expected to actually find the training grounds as I hadn’t ever been here before. And when I got there much to her credit there were a few ninja standing around. Approaching them I gave them a sheepish smile. “Sorry I’m late guys.” I called out. “I got lost.” I added on.
Idea 4: Bleach. (So a new human soul reaper makes it into the soul society. His power isn’t captain level to begin with simply being enough to take out the average hollow. And with the resurgence of the hollow threat the Soul Society has offered to give him a substitute badge to take out those hollows deemed too small for the soul society to handle. Maybe he’s paired up with someone or someone like Orihime steps in to help him grow.)
Starter: Another boring day at school followed by a night of boring patrols. With all the big hollows being taken care of by “Full-fledged” Soul reapers it didn’t leave me with much opportunity to train against bigger enemies.
At least that’s what I thought originally. A few blocks from me there was a rift which opened up and the pure spiritual pressure that came from the hollow that stepped out of it was enough to make me feel as though gravity itself was pushing against me.
It was hard to breathe and even harder to stand as my hand clutched my blade in my left hand tightly. I shook my head as I heard the loud roar of the large breast and could even see it’s towering form from my position.
It was nothing close to a menos, but it was enough to tower over a three-story building for sure. “Shit.” I hissed to myself as I knew there were no soul reapers around at this stage. With a threat this big I was sure they’d come, but until then it was up to me to buy some time and make sure no humans or souls were consumed.
Pushing myself forward I reached the park that the Hollow had appeared in. Thankfully the park was deserted at this time of night. When he saw me the hollow. “You don’t smell like much, but you’ll do as a snack.” The hollow commented as it charged forward. “Just evade, buy time.” I comment to myself as I began to leap around the battle field looking a bit like and feeling like an idiot.
The hollow toyed with me a little while enjoying the chase before it seemed to ger bored. Just when I was thinking I was fast enough to keep avoiding it the creature’s mouth opened and its forked tongue shot out at me with faster speed than I was anticipating I raised my blade to defend myself but it was a feeble attempt and I knew it wouldn’t be enough.
Idea 5: One Piece. (So I’m not quite sure how to approach this one, but I’ll give it a go. Much like the MHA starter my character will have the power of persuasion, having eaten the Persua-Persua fruit. I’m thinking either he joins the Strawhats and goes on their adventures or he makes his own crew with girls from the story, I’m gonna leave it fairly open ended so we can jump in whenever along the story we wanna go!)
Starter: Alone in a bar I sat staring in the amber liquid in my mug. I was down on my luck after having my whole crew and my ship destroyed in a long battle another pirate crew. The only reason I was able to live through the ordeal was due to my crew sacrificing themselves to give me a chance to escape.
I spent days adrift with little food and water and soon washed up upon the island I was in. Immediately I found a tavern ready to drown my sorrows and feel sorry for myself for a little while.
Letting out a sigh I downed the rest of my drink soon looking at the few drops of liquid bottom of my mug. I knew being a pirate wouldn’t be easy, I knew it’d be violent and end in violence. However, to lose in that fashion without even being able to use my devil fruit to calm or question our opponent and losing everything still took its toll on me.
Scratching at the growing stubble with one hand, the other I raised my mug to demand another drink and as such the bartender approached to fill my mug. “You’re looking a little rough there, you sure you need another?” The bartender asked as he took the mug from me. “I don’t have anything else to do. I don’t even know what else to do with myself.” I responded grumpily. “Just fill it up.” I demanded. “Right.” The bartender responded as he filled it with more of the alcoholic amber liquid and slid It in front of me.
Idea 6: Sword Art Online. (Fairly simple it’s SAO set in the original death game. I love the idea, so I’ve always loved rping this one. If you want to play canon characters my fave is for sure Lizbeth, but I’m open to OC characters!)
Starter: It’s been months since Akihiko Kayaba has trapped us into this death game. Or at least that’s how some people looked at it. Others saw it as their dream come true. But most if not, all wanted to push forward and beat the game.
Despite the desire to push forward little progress has been made. Guilds and parties have formed to push through dungeons but with the increased danger and with it more deaths; more and more people simply decided to live out their lives on the lower floors.
Unlike those rushing in to push through the content I was happy enough to go through it at my own pace. This place was like a dream for me, save for the fact I had an increased chance of dying I was able to live in this game without the worries of the outside world.
I was doing some late-night grinding in an area of dense forest. The sun had set and there was little light save for the bright moon poking through the trees. All was calm, the trees swayed with the wind and the occasional sound of creatures moving about was enough to calm me.
However, the deeper I got into the forest the louder a sound became. At first it was quiet but as I approached, I heard it more clearly. It sounded like steel clashing against steel. Someone was fighting. Moving from a casual walk into a jog I quickly came to a small clearing where I saw two figures fighting, although in the low light I couldn’t make it out until I got closer.
Idea 7: Fairy Tail. (it’s been a little while since I’ve seen the series, but I’ve always loved it! Given my time away I might have to take some time to refamiliarize myself with the magics. My character will simply be an entry level member into the guild to begin with, canon characters are welcome just as OCs are!)
Starter: Another day in magnolia and another party being held at the large guild building at the centre of town. A large-scale job had just finished with some of the senior ranking wizards. and even though I wasn’t part of that mission, instead being on my own D-Rank job I joined in on the celebrations.
I had only been part of the guild for a few days and so far, it’s not been as exciting as I’d hoped, although I figured that it’d pick up once I proved myself. I was drinking by myself when I was approached by Makarov. He was wearing an essentric looking orange outfit. “Schwarzer my boy!” He said as he patted me on the shoulder. “How are you fitting in?” He questioned. “Fine sir! Everyone has been very welcoming.” I say to him in response. “Glad to hear it! You’ve been doing a good job, although I’d like to see you do more.” The male said. “So I’ve arranged a partner for you on your next job, that way you can take something more challenging, what do you say?” He questioned.
“Yes of course!” I say eagerly as a smile spread across my face. “Great!” He said cheerfully. “I’ll introduce you to who you’ll be working with.” He said as he stood from his spot and lead the way over to a female clearing his throat loud enough to get their attention.
Idea 8: Avatar the Last Airbender. (So for this one I guess it can go two different ways. My fave girls from Avatar would probably be Ty Lee, Suki and Toph. Maybe my character is a powerful bender that either the fire nation or team Avatar wants on their side. I think it might be cool to think that Aang isn’t the only airbender and instead a small faction managed to escape and continue the lineage. Either that or my character is a powerful firebender of some kind. I’ll leave whichever you prefer to you in your first reply as I’ll leave it open ended.)
Starter: The world was at war ever since the Fire nation attacked. With the intense fighting came mercenaries. Freelance benders or soldiers ready to fight on either side. For a fee of course. And despite my age, being only eighteen I was quite renown amongst the other bounty hunters for my bending.
Of course, there were talks of the Avatar returning, having repelled an invasion in the south pole, the liberation of Omashu and then the fire nation prison. It seemed they were making quite the stir in the earth kingdom.
It’d only be a matter of time before they reached the small town, I was in. Perhaps they were already here. But if that was the case surely there would be some kind of stir. Pushing my hair from my face I ordered another drink from the barkeep. “You know you’re my favourite customer Schwarzer…. You’re the only one who consistently pays his tab. Unlike the rest of these soldiers or the workers around here.” The older man says in clear annoyance.
“Well who knows, if I wasn’t so successful, I’d probably mooch off you too.” I admitted with a grin. “Try not to talk too ill of the soldiers on either side.” I added on flicking him an extra coin for a tip once my drink was finished. “Well I better check if anyone has a job for me.” I say as I pushed myself up from my seat.
Idea 9: Persona. (So basically this is just gonna be a fairly interesting idea. My character along with the girls of persona 4 and 5 get stranded in this strange dimension where they have to fight their way out to make it back to their own worlds.)
Starter: It all happened so fast. One minute I was in a team meeting with my group discussing what we should use our newfound powers for next. And the next second, I had blinked and I was in some kind of strange room.
One by one more people were added into this room. Some of which were dressed in some elaborate costumes. And I frowned as I looked to each one of them, all of which I didn’t recognize at all and judging by their looks they didn’t recognize me. Although before we managed to introduce ourselves a booming voice broke the silence.
“Welcome all!” The clearly male voice commented. “To the room of my design.” He added on. “I’m sure you’re all confused. And no doubt you’ll want to return back to your homes. However, to do so you’ll need to enter my labyrinth. “Make it to the end and you’ll all return home.” The voice explained.
“Of course, this maze isn’t without its dangers. Enemies, much like you encounter on a regular basis will roam these halls. As well as beasts of my own design far stronger than those… Fear no though for every check point you reach this room will become more furnished with amenities. For now, you simply have beds to rest on.” He said as there was an audible click and the dark room was suddenly lit up. Sure, enough there were rows of beds all lined up one for each person to sleep on.
“When you’re ready to test yourselves step through this door and enter the first level of the labyrinth.” He declared as a large door appeared and opened up in front of them. For a while nobody said anything probably all too stunned to even process the information. “So, I’m guessing we’re all persona users given what he just said.” I spoke up. “I guess we should probably start with names and strengths, right?” I questioned the group. “I’m Chris Schwarzer.” I say. “My persona Serapth focuses on ranged combat.” I explained.
Idea 10: Harry Potter. (So to keep this one interesting I’m thinking of having it set in an AU where Voldemort and Harry don’t exist. However, there are still dark wizards who are part of a cult around. Defs looking for a Hermionie, Luna or Ginny, you could even have other celebs/ecelebs as teachers or students for this one! Ocs are of course welcome too!)
Starter: Another year at Hogwarts, the last for some; and another year of learning was right around the corner. Although times were not peaceful in the wizarding world. Aurors who were the police of the magical world were going missing or showing up dead.
The ministry not wanting to make a panic kept it fairly under wraps, however some of the families have come forward with the information and rumours abounded about what was really happening. Stepping off the train I sighed a little rubbing my temple where a headache had begun to set in. During the train ride here, I found myself stuck next to a boy who wouldn’t stop going on about the rumours and conspiracy theories.
Glad to be off the train I looked around for a minute lost as to where I needed to go. “I know it’s around here somewhere.” I commented, although my sense of direction was always off. Usually I followed everyone else. But this time it seemed I was one of the last ones off the train.
Idea 11: Final Fantasy. (So this is simply going to be an idea with no starter since it will probably change depending on the many FF universes. My favourite however is defs FF7. (Tifa, Jessie and Aerith are best girls) with follow-ups being 12, 13, 15, 10, 8 and 9. Basically a fight would take the Main character of those series, Cloud, Noct, ect out of commission and needing a leader the other characters step up and hire mine on. Similar to some of my other prompts but I never said I was creative :^) With that being said though if you ARE interested in this one let me know and we can work out details depending on what world we’re in!)
Idea 12: The Witcher 3. (So my character will be a Witcher. (wow!) Saving people, hunting things you know? The family business. Anyway, I’m gonna leave it super open ended for you to come in however you like! If you wanna play a canon character my top two are for sure Ciri and Trist, and OC characters are accepted too!)
Starter: A Werewolf, an odd and rare contract, although I figured it wouldn’t be a hard one. In face I figured with my silver blade that the creature would go down rather quickly. Starting the encounter, I was faced with a harsh reality due to my hubris. I started off well enough, however due to my carelessness I was quickly on the backfoot.
The beast roared as it swung its large clawed hand towards me. I had barely managed to roll out of the way of the attack. Probably due to the increasing levels of bloodless resulting in a careless action on my part. A level of confidence quickly pushed down by the fact a handful of open wounds stung at my flanks.
More scars for later given that I make it out of here, although with my silver blade thrown on the other side of the area leaving me with only a steel sword which barely even phases the thing. I had to reach my blade, although with my focus on dodging the attacks it was hard to find an opening to do so.
I raised a hand and cast the igni sign launching flames at the creature who leapt back and I tried my best to make it past the creature only to have to dodge another strike as the beast recovered remarkably fast. “Stubborn bastard, aren’t you?” I questioned a little sourly.
Idea 13: Fantasy harem adventure. (This one is fairly basic in nature. Basically, a young man with little combat experience leaves his poor hunting village once he’s of age and sets off to join the adventurer’s guild to make a name for himself and also to send money back home. He’s fairly modest, naive and kind hearted. Which makes him likable and easy to take advantage of.
We could add a story with war elements, racism and darker themes to show him that the world he idolizes isn’t as cracked up as he thought it’d be. Ideally, I’d like a full harem party for this one but I’m cool with one on one too.)
Starter: It had been a few days since I was finally able to leave the small village, I was raised in behind me. Sword on hip and keen to become an adventurer. Of course, I also wanted to make a name for myself and I was even more excited to see everything the world had to offer. With driving me forward I headed from my village over to the closest city which had a guild branch. A city called Ruan. It was nearly five times the size of my village if not more and yet it was nothing close to the capital city of Grancel.
Smooth dirt paths soon gave way to cobblestone and my boots clacked rhythmically against the pavement as my steps soon got faster and faster as Ruan came into view. My stomach was in knots as I gripped the straps on my bag tightly and after steeling my nerves and taking in the sight of the large city, I headed through the large stone arch to the busy streets beyond.
My excited eyes looked around at every nook and cranny as I took in every detail that was on offer. Soon coming across the large marble and wood building of the adventurer’s guild in front of me. I stood in front of the large building clearly awestruck and for a moment I felt completely overwhelmed. This was it. This was the first step I was going to take on my journey and yet I felt far too nervous to head inside. Instead I stood there shaking slightly as I tried to work up the courage to push those large oak doors aside and declare my presence to the world.
Idea 14: Man of the town. (So again the premise is also pretty basic. My character wakes up in a town where there’s no men, as if they all vanished at once. Including his father which leaves him home alone with his sister and mother. (It’s up to you if you want incest in the plot or not.) We can have a story with an element of mystery to it too if you want! Or we can just bounce around the town having him bonk as many different people as you want.)
Starter: It’s been a few weeks since all the men in the town vanished one day. One day they were there and the next they were gone. There was of course a panic even though it is much calmer than originally, it continues to creep in the back of everyone’s mind. It doesn’t help the fact that no outsiders have come into the town and some strange thick fog seems to stop everyone from leaving.
However, with no answers it was left to the women of the town to pick up the slack and try to push for some level of normalcy. Except for me it seemed. Since the whole act started, I was in lockdown not being free to leave my home since my mother and sister was much too paranoid that I’d disappear too. With the amount of time I spent indoors going stir crazy I began to wonder if it was better to be wherever the rest of them are.
Today was different though and finally I was given the chance to leave the house while my mother was careless and rather quickly, I headed out into the street just glad to take in the scenery as I headed over to a nearby park. I headed over the soft grass feeling it beneath my shoes and then to the pond where I took a seat on one of the mounted benches.
Idea 15: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. (Not a whole lot to say here other than it’s one of your run of the mill Zombie/Nuclear apocalypse scenarios. I might toy with the idea of having multiple zombie types like games such as Dying light and Left for dead in order to spice things up a little but we’ll see where we go with it. As for nuclear I’ll probably be following along the Fallout franchise. Being part of these worlds will probably make my character a bit more brash, blunt and even a little rude. However, given some time he’ll warm up.)
Zombie Starter: No one knows quite when the outbreak started, however it swept over the globe causing panic. People eating people. People dying and coming back to life as a shambling corpse joining the armies of similar creatures. Society crumbled over time and the cities which were now hot zones for hordes of the undead creatures were left abandoned to all but the most daring or desperate of individuals. However, these rabid hordes weren’t the only thing to look out for in the apocalypse.
Society had begun to reform in its most primal form. People grouped together for safety. Those who just wanted to live peacefully became easy prey for those who saw the end of the world as we knew it as a playground to kill pillage and steal what they’d like. These bandits created their own factions with their own fortresses and seemed to have an endless supply of guns and ammo as they used it quite liberally.
I had been on the trail of a particularly nasty group of bandits as they razed whatever small settlements, they had to the ground callously and without mercy. I had just arrived at one of these towns. Dying people lay scattered about while fires licked at the makeshift buildings. It was still quite fresh. Approaching a nearby body which seemed to be moving slightly I turned it over the man was in bad shape and was clearly on death’s door. His eyes looking into mine in a pleading sense.
“Do you want me to make it quick?” I asked him reaching my left hand down to my machete which hung on my belt. Weakly his hand reached out to grip my right as he gave a nod. I knew the death wouldn’t be clean, as I unsheathed my blade. However, I couldn’t waste any ammo on my pistol nor could I risk tipping off the bandits that did this that I was following them. With a quick swing I slammed the blade into the head of the man ending his life and after wiping the blade off on his shirt I slid it back into its sheath my eyes scanning the immediate area for any of the undead which had turned or for a slim chance of getting a glimpse of survivors.
Nuclear Apocalypse Starter:
The world as we knew it ended in a flash. A white light followed by a rumble which washed over the world in nuclear fire. Billions died then and there reducing the world’s population to the brink. Those who were lucky to survive a direct blast were mutated to become much different than humans and more akin to zombies. Those outside of it didn’t have much quality of life as the radiation created mutated creatures which made living in a barren wasteland that much harder.
There were others however who were lucky enough to be given a spot in giant underground vaults. There they lived out their lives separated from the horrors that this new world wrought. One by one these vaults opened to allow these vault dwellers into the wasteland that was our world.
Their blue suits and clueless natures made them stand out and become easy prey to raiders, giant creatures and everything in between. Many of them didn’t get far before being gutted and robbed for their illusive vault suits which earned enough to feed a scavenger or bandit for a month.
The world and society began to rebuild. And with small settlements and towns popping up here and there it wasn’t all doom and gloom for the wasteland. Many were able to create jobs in local milita, mercenary work. Even trading or bartending.
I was such a mercenary a few generations of my family lived through the bombing and the radiation which was lucky enough for me, I guess. I was hired to do whatever someone wanted for the right price. And today I was tasked with delving into a recently opened vault and check make contact with the inhabitants inside.
Colt python on my waist I headed over to the large vault door which at this point was sealed shut and knocked loudly. This job seemed rather easy and was paying a lot which made me wonder who I was working for and what purpose they had with these vault dwellers. However, I wasn’t paid to ask questions nor did I really care at the end of the day. The less I knew the less guilt I could feel.
Idea 16: Space/Scifi. (So this is a scifi adventure. My character is the captain of his own ship and is currently looking for recruits to join him and help run it. There will probably be lots of interesting planets our characters go to and I’ll certainly be making them up as we go along! Your character can range as anything from a human to android or even an alien.)
Starter: Stepping out of The Tempest I breathed in the humid station air of Astra station. The station which was on the furthest reaches of the space ruled over the galactic council; was a haven for the depraved. Outlaws, mercenaries, drug dealers you name it Astra has it and in bountiful supply too.
Which made it a perfect spot to find someone who was desperate to get off the station. Someone who would work for cheap or for free. All I needed to do was to find them. “Schwarzer, don’t forget to stock up on food, military rations are sad.” A voice commented through the earpiece I had. “Yeah. I’ll head through the slums and to the market. Thanks, Evai.” I responded. “And don’t cause any trouble, I don’t wanna rot in this ship while you’re dead.” The voice added on. “Yeah yeah I’ve got it.” I responded as the communication line was severed and I started on my walk.
I headed through a nearby door and down into the depths of the station. Soon I the overcrowded and frankly smelly slums. Beggars and gang members lined every corner all looking at me with a cautious eye as I passed. There were even a few tweaked out drug users laying scattered about in some dark corners. Even a few corpses.
I didn’t stop though, if you stayed in one place too long down here you were asking to be jumped and quickly, I pushed on heading over to the bustling markets. The food quality here wasn’t the best although it was abundant. I even talked to a few of the store owners to see if they knew where I could find the extra hands to help me on my ship.
Idea 17: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). (So, this starter is gonna be fairly generic, however it’s open to allowing any of the familial ties to be easily included. I have a few ideas for immediate family and will post them below and if you have any ideas, I’m happy to hear them.)
Starter: It’s a hot and lazy day in the middle of summer break. I had laid splayed out on the couch at home. Despite the air conditioner being on full blast my skin underneath my tank top was getting stuck to the leather couch; which did little to alleviate the heat fluster that was going on. I sighed after looking over the back of the couch to the pool outback longingly. I sighed a little resigning myself to bite the bullet and peeled myself from the couch.
As much as I wanted to strip down and run out, I wasn’t entirely sure if I was home alone and as such, I headed up to my room to change into a pair of swimming trunks before heading back downstairs. Passing through the laundry and grabbing a towel on the way.
I headed onto the back deck and draped my towel over the railing before I rushed over and leapt into the pool immediately feeling the cool water wash away any of the heat I had been feeling. I resurface and breathed a sigh of relief as I pushed my messy hair back from my face.
Idea 18: Aunt/Cousin (Can be both). (Again like the incest scene above I’m not quite sure how to spruce this one up so I’ll leave it rather basic and we can go from there.)
Starter: My family has gone on holiday without me as I had to stay behind due to being caught up in exams. Rather than meeting up with them later they decided it would be more fun for me if I finished them up then headed over to spend some time with my Aunt and my cousin across the county. While I wouldn’t be leaving the country, I was still getting a vacation in a way and as such I tried my best to be upbeat and positive about it, even if I was envious of the others.
While it wasn’t the same pristine beaches and high-class resorts that the rest of my family was going to, I was still grateful for the hospitality. The plane lands in the airport and after collecting my bags and checking my phone for a confirmation I was going to be picked up I sent my family and my aunt and cousin a quick text telling them I landed safely. After gathering my small suitcase from the conveyor belt, I wheeled it through security and out to the meeting area keeping my eyes peeled for any sign of my cousin or my auntie. There was a little confusion about who was going to greet me so I wasn’t sure who to expect myself.
Idea 19: Incest family vacation. (So, this one is again going to be like the other two before it. They kinda roll off each other in a way. However, I believe it allows for a wide range of engagements with multiple characters at some kind of beach resort.)
Starter: It’s the dead middle of another scorching summer and rather than tough it out in our homes which has air-conditioning which never seemed to help, our large family decided to all go to a large resort (Could even be a cruise too) together. Many of the rooms were rather luxurious and I was more than excited to see what the rest of the hotel had to offer.
We pulled up into the lobby and while the parents were checking in I headed over to check out a map on the wall. It seemed there were quite a lot of different things to do around the resort. There was a pool with a poolside bar, a beach which had volleyball games, a massage parlour, hot tubs and many different activities ranging from native dances to eating competitions.
Just the realization we were here and the excitement at the many possibilities that could come from the vacation. Maybe I’d even meet someone nice and have a vacation fling. Although with so many family members running around, I doubted that I’d get much peace to do that. Regardless I was eager to get up to the room, have a shower and change into my swimming trunks to explore all the different places.
We headed up to the rooms where I noticed mine had a large double bed. However, judging by my mother’s comments outside It seemed there was some kind of mix-up in the rooms and I’d be sharing the room with one of my family members. Not that I minded too much. I placed my suitcase down and waited to see who would come in and if they were interested in joining me look around.
Closing words: So yeah that’s about it! Thanks for reading and if you have any questions or suggestions, I’m open to hearing them! I know this was probably a big read so thanks again for your time and I hope to talk to some of you soon!
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2020.12.04 18:15 IndieheadsAOTY Album of the Year 2020: Owen Pallett - Island

Album of the Year 2020: Owen Pallett - Island
Hello everyone and welcome to Day 4 of the indieheads Album of the Year 2020 Write-Up Series, the daily series where the users of indieheads talk their favorite albums of the year throughout the duration of December. Up today, we've got yet another series veteran and Indieheads Podcast member up to bat as u/BornAgainZombie brings her personal prose to Owen Pallett's first album in six years, Island.
May 22nd, 2020 - Domino
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Background
Even if you’ve never heard any of Owen Pallett’s albums, you’ve likely already heard their work. From their seemingly endless orchestral and violin contributions to other artists, to their past stint as a touring member of Arcade Fire and subsequent Oscar nomination for the soundtrack to Her, Pallett’s strings and arrangements have been the backbone of at least a handful of projects you’re already familiar with. However, it’s their releases as a solo artist that we’ll be delving into today. In terms of sound, they often build compositions around violin loops and lush orchestral arrangements. But lyrically, their music has always centered on their experiences as a gay person and the meta-narratives of creation.
Most relevant to Island, for entirely different reasons, are their two previous albums. After ditching their Final Fantasy moniker due to legal issues, Pallett released the concept album Heartland in 2010, following a farmer named Lewis in the fictional land of Spectrum as he rebels against the cruel god that brought him into being… named Owen Pallett. As you can imagine, that album dealt with the duality between creation and creator, ending with Lewis seemingly killing Pallett before setting out into the unknown world before him. Following that was 2014’s In Conflict, an album that dropped Pallett’s tendency to cloak their autobiography in metafiction for a starkly personal work melding their queer narratives with themes of aging and interpersonal relationships. Its plainer lyricism and more direct subject matter relative to Heartland marked a major shift, one that Pallett would continue into their future output.
After that… nothing, for a while. Pallett kept posting about plans for their follow-up to Heartland, an album called Island that they had been tinkering with and performing pieces of and posting early versions of tracks from since 2016. At one point in July 2017, Owen just posted all the lyrics to the album on their fan forum, but the album was still a ways away, in part due to Pallett’s desire to get the record just right. This mainly came down to a prolonged refining of the album centerpiece “A Bloody Morning,” the last song to be completed due to trying to “find a melody that fit.” As a result, the album’s release date stayed uncertain for the rest of the decade.
This year, that long hiatus suddenly came to an end. Pallett posted about remasters of their first two albums on April 21, 2020, hinting that Island would be coming “very soon.” “Very soon” meant exactly a month later, as Owen dropped the bomb on May 21 that the album would be out that night at midnight. Arriving 6 years after Pallett’s last album, Island was out, with only that immediate announcement, a press release (which I should mention refers to Owen using they/them pronouns), and a quarantine-shot video for “A Bloody Morning” to guide listeners through the album’s drop.
What awaited listeners was Owen Pallett’s most striking blend of metafiction and personal narratives in their career to date.
An Island of My Own Creation by BornAgainZombie
J.
In the cave by the shore, I found two sentences carved into the stone walls:
  1. You don’t need to die to be forgiven
  2. You don’t need to be a slave to your desiring
I spent a few moments considering these words -- the connotations and etymological origins, the intent in formatting these as directives in a list, the implications of the phantom “you,” whether generic or indefinite. Or whether the “you” was the one who wrote this, whether these words were self-instruction, or self-discipline. What provoked these thoughts? Who chiseled them here? What intent did they serve?
By the ground was a sharpened piece of slate, whitened and worn down at its tip. Flecks of stone were nestled by where it rested. I picked it up, turning it over in my hands, drawing it to the wall, miming what whoever wrote this must have done.
I set it down again and turned to the cave’s mouth. The sky’s pallid tone was darker than when I entered, the winds fiercer, the torrents of rain more forceful. It didn’t look like it would let up anytime soon.
I looked around the cave again. A cramped space, nary more to it than the small pocket where I had to crouch down to fit. What was someone doing out here in the first place?
The storm outside showed no signs of letting up, and there wasn’t much more here for me. I took in the words one more time. Then I pushed myself out from the cave, and into the night I had fled from.
Nat
I destroy myself to write. I destroy myself to make. I destroy myself to be.
Nothing can be made without something being sacrificed.
Nothing can be created out of nothing.
Midway through the past decade, I intensely latched onto the music of Owen Pallett, Canada’s violinist extraordinaire, seeing in Pallett’s lyrics a stark reflection of my life as (what I thought was) a queer man. My identity shifted since that time, and with that my own sense of why I felt so personally drawn to Pallett’s music. An easy answer remained nebulous, something I couldn’t put into words for years, save the stray lyric about the internal struggles of being queer and whatever I could adapt into resonance for my own gender troubles. I’ve since realized I was trans, but my attachment to Pallett’s music only strengthened the more I came to understand myself in this way. Lines like their sorrowfully yearning stunner “I hear that death by burning means returning as a girl” on He Poos Clouds’ “I’m Afraid of Japan” slowly unfolded themselves to me in completely new contexts, unveiling layers I never could have seen earlier in my life.
Then Island came out.
Island’s immediate contrast to the rest of Pallett’s albums -- compositionally, lyrically, in arrangement -- hit me with a force none of their previous work could even muster. Here was an artist so known for lush orchestration and verbosity, intentionally stripping down all obfuscation to bluntly -- directly -- present a remorseful, melancholic narrative about fractured identity and destructive behavior.
And it suddenly snapped into place.
I was transfixed by Owen Pallett because so much of their music is about the intrinsic self-destruction that accompanies people who create. And, specifically, how that self-destruction can manifest as a maladaptive coping mechanism for those who feel distant from the person they’re expected to be. Those who feel so distant from themselves that the only actions that make sense are actions that ravage the body and mind they believe so thoroughly marks a betrayal of who they are.
J.
This island I live on doesn't feel like home -- it feels like a constriction. I feel beholden to some kind of routine each day, limited in ways that are kept from me. As far as I had seen, there didn’t appear to be a single other soul living here, which left the message in the cave even stranger.
It didn’t help that I had no memory of how I got here, or what my life before this island was like. What few memories I had began some weeks ago.
I first remember waking up on the shore, the dinghy I must have arrived in smashed to pieces where it hit a boulder along the beach. The only possessions I had on my person were a broken compass whose needle was stuck pointing west and a pocket notebook with only a single sentence -- crossed out -- on the first page: words blackened to the point of illegibility at each end, and scribbles thin enough to make out “still the same person” in the middle.
I had to pass the wreck on my way back from the cave, to return to the makeshift shack I made from wood around the island. Scattered among the debris were empty green bottles -- full and littered around the boat when they washed up with me -- their labels torn where my restless tics couldn’t leave them undisturbed. A better fate still than the bottles I had dashed across the rocks and the boat’s broken bow on my worst nights, the frustrations of a spiteful drunkard taken out on any objects fragile enough to yield the brief, bittersweet satisfaction of destruction. I couldn’t trust myself to walk barefoot on the beach anymore after this became a habit.
The small hut that masqueraded as shelter was set up a few hundred feet from where the sand trailed into grass. I had left the doorway deliberately open in my construction, without even a thin curtain separating the outside world. Whatever concern I had for keeping the elements from getting in on rougher nights was muted to the point of absence. What passed for a bed was a pile of leaves and tall blades of grass from one of the nearby fields. I removed my storm-soaked outer layer of clothes and sat down on the bed, and started thinking over the words in the cave again.
It struck me that someone else could have been on this island, observing me from a distance, writing into those walls something they would hope I'd see. Maybe they were trying to get a message to me, trying to sway me from something they saw in me. But I couldn’t fathom what those words could mean if they were meant for me. What did I need to be forgiven for? What were my desires?
I put a hand to the floor to steady myself. To know these things would mean to know myself, and I didn’t have that luxury. It frustrated me -- I should have felt free. I knew nothing about myself, nothing of who I was expected to be. The only sense of self I had came from what I could see of my body, the obscured reflections of myself in the choppy waves on the shore, and the thoughts that ran through my head. I could be anything I wanted to be. So why did I feel so restrained and confined by some phantom expectation?
I just wanted to feel like something. I wanted to feel like someone. Someone I unquestionably felt tied to.
I grabbed the broken compass next to me and threw it against the walls of the shack. It split and spilled its circuitry on impact. I felt my muscles ease, as they often did after the release of these outbursts. Then I sank down into the crude bed I made for myself, and waited to sink into dreams that promised more than were possible.
In the faintest of lucidities in my unconscious memories, a blurred, distant image batted against my eyelids: me in the dinghy -- intact and stable in this snapshot -- and some shapeless figure hovering behind me. In spite of its haziness, the haste with which it came to me gave it a hint of familiarity.
Nat
Waiting six years for any album, as I did with Island, means that there is an absolute shift in who you are as a person between each release. Even if my entire understanding of myself hadn’t been upended in that span of time, the way I see the world and the elements that resonate with me in any piece of music are bound to change over that number of years. The music I liked most and found the most meaning in at twenty is unlikely to remain the music I am drawn to now, six years later. Or, if the music itself stays the same, the reasons for my attachment to it have changed. (The irony of me finding such personal importance with Island, whose first lyrical track is literally titled “Transformer,” was not lost on me.)
Such change over time was likely also the case for Pallett, whose pronouns shifted in the time between albums, and is explicitly the case for Lewis within the metafiction of the album, now weary from his actions on Heartland and finding escape through alcoholism and sex. As a sequel to a preexisting narrative, Island is by nature about what has changed -- from the beginning of Heartland to the start of this album, from Lewis’ life as a farmer with a family to this broken shell of a person, and in how Pallett approaches the form of a concept album ten years after its narrative predecessor.
This sense of evolution over time comes through in the music as well, itself a more introspective and muted subversion of Pallett’s earlier bombastic fare. Where Heartland begins right away with jaunty harmonium and a boisterous orchestral sprint, Island begins with funerary piano notes for three minutes. Pallett’s grand chambers of orchestral parts are mostly saved for select moments, notably reserved before barrelling in on full force on the climactic “A Bloody Morning.” Often, the sparseness of the compositions toy with the expectations Pallett has built up over the years, more concerned with delicate acoustic guitar or piano parts to evoke the haunted isolation Lewis faces.
But Pallett doesn’t leave their old sound behind entirely. There’s a self-referential approach to how the album represents the evolution of mind and person, a retrospective reconfiguration that acknowledges the past while making note of how it has inherently taken on new light with time and change. It’s there in the final track, “In Darkness,” hearkening back to the title of the previous album In Conflict. Or in the title of “Fire-Mare” giving new meaning to the lines “When he was a young man, he conjured up a fire-mare / And burnt off both his eyebrows and half a head of hair” on “This Lamb Sells Condos” fourteen years earlier. Or in the melody of the interlude “---> (iv),” which -- depending on who you ask -- is reminiscent of similar progressions on either “Arctic Circle” or “On A Path.” It’s no surprise Pallett’s last releases right before Island were remasters of their first two albums, itself an exercise in revisiting and reconfiguring past material. In all of these deliberate callbacks, Island feels like a culmination of the earlier phases of Pallett’s work, and encompasses all self-reflexive metaphysical commentaries that come with looking back in time. It is, to put it bluntly, to examine the change in what you once were and what you put out into the world.
But what becomes of the past -- or what we once were -- when we reconfigure it? Can we make something new out of the old without sacrificing at least some part of it? Or is that a contradiction of our human need to leave those memories of the past behind? We can’t cling to them forever, lest we “hold onto memory like a mother-hoarder” as Pallett puts it on “The Perseverance of the Saints.” Is this why we have a human impulse to self-destruct, to decimate the past parts of ourselves we feel the strongest urges to jettison?
This happens with Lewis throughout the course of Island, descending deeper into benders and numbing intercourse in response to being too petrified of living with the aftermath of possibly killing God himself. Pallett presents this as a gradual tumble into a greater habitual consumption, building and building over the course of the album before reaching its breaking point on “A Bloody Morning.” Positioned right at the midpoint of Island, this song acts as both the low point for Lewis’ addictions and the pivotal moment in the album that jars him out of his wallowing. It’s a terrifyingly intense track, but also serves as the catastrophic epiphany that Lewis needs in order to recognize how his self-destructive behaviors are an active endangerment to others.
Still, what I find most significant about the creatocreation duality Pallett plays with here and on Heartland are the implicit insinuations of casting themselves as both God and Godkiller. In singing entirely from Lewis’ perspective while naming the deity figure after themselves, Pallett creates an association for the listeners that connects the artist to both characters: Lewis and the in-universe Owen Pallett. They are one and the same, and yet one is created from the other. This, in turn, makes the catalyst of the album a literal act of self-destruction: Lewis seemingly kills Owen, thereby killing part of himself. It’s an action that follows every movement Lewis makes, and is -- in its own way -- Lewis severing himself from a symbol of his origin, his past. The challenge, Pallett seems to be saying, is reconciling that with what newness takes its place.
J.
That night, in bed, I felt something possess me in sleep. My body was gripped by a sinking feeling, like those sensations of sleep starting to steal the mind to its realm. But it felt like fully tumbling down, through the floor, and feeling like the island itself had sunk with me. I found myself floating in some sort of shapeless vacuum, an empty dark chamber where I felt suspended upside down, clutched by the ankles by some unseen force. I had too clear an awareness of the sensation for it to feel like a dream, but it felt too unstuck in reality for it to be anything else.
I quickly realized I couldn’t move my limbs. Or perhaps I couldn’t will myself to try. Whatever was happening, my body was incapable of freeing itself from this hold on me.
Somewhere from the corners of the darkness, I heard a sound softly, gently drift to me before lightly landing near my ears. “Your instinct was right. Those words in the cave were for you.”
The voice’s serenity was startling, like it was trying to soothe me after wrenching me from rest. I wondered if I should say something in response, but I didn’t know what I should say.
So it continued. “I see the way you are on this island. It pains me to see.” I didn’t know how to take that -- if I should be ashamed of my actions or grateful that whoever this was paid enough attention to notice. “I’m just to let you be. But I can’t.”
I felt a whisper, “Why?,” slip from my lips, softly.
“Resigning oneself is no way to honor oneself. Self-flagellation is... not a path to freedom.” The voice was near perfectly steady through each word, yet something in it wavered at that. “I cannot say much more. Some things must be left for you to ascertain. But I couldn’t leave you completely helpless in this time.”
The voice got quiet. I feared it would shunt me back to rest at any moment, and I needed to know whatever answers I could get to the questions that haunted me. So I choked out, “This might be a strange question but… do you know who I am?”
There was a pause. “No,” it said. “Only you can know that.” Before I could think of anything else to ask, the voice said, “I’m sorry. That is all I can tell you. But I want you to know this: you author all that is ahead of you.”
I waited for something more, but nothing more came. I waited for the space to shift again, to sink back into bed, as if falling in reverse. But the moment just went black, cut short.
When I woke the next morning, the first thing I noticed was the compass by my body -- pristine as if never shattered, its needle no longer stuck in place.
Nat
It’s impossible to create without inserting a piece of yourself into your work. Even getting beyond the natural impulse to imbue some aspects of yourself in genres like fiction or essays, your interests and your word choices and even how you choose to write about something are all informed by who the writer is as a person. Just as there is no completely objective person, there is no piece of writing that is free of influence from the person who wrote it. Even the most clinically composed and straightforward writing is telling about its creator in its own right.
Among Owen Pallett's greatest strengths as an artist is their tendency to play into this, using it as a commentary on what fascinates them about their artistic process and taking advantage of art's latent potential for self-interrogation. It's an element that becomes a recurring motif of Island, notably as a means to question the impact that both Owen-as-character and Lewis-as-author-stand-in have on those around them. It also becomes its own means by which Pallett evokes the sense of lost helplessness by which they aim to characterize Lewis. In particular, through Lewis' varying feelings of Owen's presence or absence within him (“But this emptiness is a gift," “There’s something in me now that it's not mine”), the elaborate metafiction becomes an avenue for Owen to self-reflect and self-critique.
Writing about Island (or any of Pallett's works, for that matter) then takes on its own curious effect, as analyzing their music becomes an ouroboros of asking oneself what fascinates them about a musician asking themselves what fascinates them. I typically find myself examining my interests and motives for writing at this length about any artist, but find that these questionings are exponentially greater when dealing with music that is actively calling attention to such metacognition. The act of writing about Island means figuring out where I see myself in it, what parts of Pallett's lyricism mirror how I see my own life and personhood.
There's one moment on the album that I feel has been causing me to consciously hold these thoughts most. On the frantically finger-picked maelstrom "Fire-Mare," Lewis cries out to Owen by name early in the song, resulting in two voices singing out -- first in unison, and then diverging into two separate overlapping refrains. The impact of this section has grown more and more striking with each subsequent listen, due to the implications it creates for Lewis' first invocation of Owen's name on the album. Pallett themselves mentions that it gives the impression that "there's two people singing the album instead of just the one." My reading of it has been similar: this moment acting as a drawing back of the curtain and unveils the duality of the intertwined figures at the center of the narrative. But the differing lyrics with each vocal part add another layer to it. To me, that lyrical schism represents having two concurrent parts of oneself not in communication with each other, neither hearing what the other is saying and each speaking over the other. And that's what makes the song's culminating point -- where both voices suddenly snap into place to harmonize the line "Like a herd of phantom horses" -- all the more chillingly powerful. That culmination then becomes the moment in which those parts of yourself previously not in conversation finally converge, at last talking to one another, and you can finally find your whole self in sync.
And, lately, when I hear that I just… I just feel the ways I've felt my inner selves wrestle and tug against with one another, and the ways I've been wracked with indecision and internal conflict at every crossroads… I just feel the ways I've felt myself talking over myself in my head, how I often won't listen to the parts of myself that speak loudest or make the most sense, how I spent so long waiting to end the nightmare of a life I lived in the wrong gender, how little I listened to the part of me that was going unheard for so long...
I just… I just...
Josephine
I’ve lived on an island of my own creation. One that was made as it is by my own actions. This place was a reflection of whatever space I was in to bring myself here in the first place.
This was the realization I came to know when I woke the next morning. Whoever I had been before, I knew I had brought myself here. I must have -- the anxious exhilaration of having this empty newness before me growing, feeling faint memories of fleeing some past life. I wondered if it was a blessing that I couldn’t remember what kind of life I had left behind, if that made me freer to pursue whatever lay ahead of me.
Beside me, in the shack, the sight of the still-full bottles turned my stomach. The thought of roaming the spans of this island to survive another day filled me with dread. What had I been doing, resigning myself to this for as long as I did?
Something deep in me pushed me to return to the cave after I woke up, and when I did, the messages on the walls were gone, the stone looking untarnished, unchiseled. I ran my fingers over the walls, as if I would still be able to feel the spots where they were carved in. But it was just as smooth and undisturbed as if the words had never been there.
When I got back to the beach, I dumped the remaining bottles in the sand, settled on a name that felt the most like mine, and started building a new boat to leave this place behind.
The process took days -- a combination of salvaging what parts of the wrecked dinghy I could save, taking apart pieces of the hut I slept in, and scouring the island for more resources. But I kept at it, knowing it would gnaw at me if I didn’t, knowing that I needed to be free of this island at once. In some days’ time, it was complete.
I set it along the shallow edges of the ocean, making sure it would hold my weight and sail smoothly. I didn’t know what place awaited me from casting off in this direction, nor how long I would be at sea. But my intuitions felt strong, even through the uncertainty. I knew I would rather take an uncertain risk than certain surrender.
When the boat seemed sturdy enough to embark on, I waited for a day when the waves were ideal, and pushed off from the beach, off into the gently lapping waves, carrying me off into some unknowable sea ahead.
I looked back at the shore I left behind as the boat drifted slowly, further and further along the choppy waters. This island was solely my domain. I was the reason it existed, I was the reason it continued to thrive. Would it survive without me? Would it cease to be? Or would it just sink into the recesses of my memories, preserved in the ambers of my subconscious, until I chose to dig it up, salvage what still felt close, and leave the rest to rot?
Nat
At the brink of making a major life change and pushing yourself into a new territory you never thought to venture into before, what do you still keep of yourself? How do you know what parts of you are still you? Who were you even to begin with? How much of the life you’ve lived was even your own?
There’s a common refrain I’ve heard trans people use for their coming out, to try to ease people who have known them for years into the process of adapting to this new sense of understanding: “I’m still the same person I’ve always been.” I would be lying if I said I wasn’t guilty of deploying this adage in my own coming out. But the more I think about it, the less I believe that about myself. Transition, as I’ve come to understand it, is a process by which you slowly start to recognize the person you are under years of masking. I look back on the person I was when I first realized I was trans five years earlier, and I find it harder and harder to feel recognition with whoever it was that was inhabiting my body for so long, the false projection of a man I let live in this woman’s place. I had been condemning the person I really was off onto some island -- faraway, distant, too isolated to be heard by the changeling that had been left in my place -- before rescuing her, dragging her onboard, and letting her live as the person she was always meant to be…
...I have something to confess. What I wrote in the earlier analyses isn’t the real reason I wrote about this album. During my first several listens, I found myself too emotionally overwhelmed to even see myself in this work, too taken aback by the stark personal tragedies and ailments in Pallett’s narrative to think that it could apply to me. My initial reading of the album was more consumed by focusing on the elements I brought up earlier in this piece: artistic culmination, personal introspection, self-destruction.
But I should have seen Island for what it is right away. I should have seen myself in it right from the beginning. Because so much of it resonates when viewed through a transgender lens, when those immediate elements the album deals in get synthesized through a lifetime of feeling the burden of your creator’s expectations. When you feel innumerable harrowing existential crises once you deliberately separate yourself from those expectations, once you write yourself into existence without another guiding your hand.
Just as it took me a strikingly long time before I came to recognize the person I knew I was inside -- before I was able to clearly see myself as a woman -- it took me far too long to recognize myself in this album, to see how Pallett’s lyricism evolved in tandem with me. I have been destructive, of myself and my surroundings and my relationships, in those moments where I felt so separated from who I really am. In those internal schisms and spans of depersonalization, the only thing that made sense was to destroy all around me, in the skewed belief that my failures at simply being meant everything around me was part of that failing as well, that everything around me needed to be torn down for anything to thrive. For me to thrive.
I’ve let my health suffer wandering dangerous places in the deadest parts of night -- alone -- because I felt lost enough to drift in the hopes of finding some lost piece of me. I’ve let my romantic relationships and friendships fall into ruin because I felt like the false person I convinced myself I was didn’t deserve the people in my life. I felt the life I thought I was meant to live had no worth, that it needed to erode and decay entirely for me to have anything good to offer. I was only partially right about that last one.
I meant what I wrote in that cave -- those words I internalized from this album as I started to come to terms with who I am. I don’t have to die to be forgiven for the years of self-destruction I put myself through. But more importantly, I know now that I don’t have to kill myself -- physically, mentally, or spiritually -- to forgive myself of my shortcomings. And I know that it takes more than being beholden to my desires to embrace who I really am -- it takes an active cooperation with the needs I suppressed for so long. I suppressed myself for so long.
But it’s not too late for me to change. I am no longer a woman marooned. The island is long behind me.
Favorite Lyrics
When I wish I was never born
My mother tells me I wasn't born so much as excreted
But this emptiness is a gift
I'm free to write the future, an empty man undefeated
  • “Transformer”
All around my lower ribs
Spider veins are forming
I've mistaken self-indulgence for self-care
But do not be scared
Surely some disaster will descend and equalize us
  • “A Bloody Morning”
How badly I wish for it
That we can be angels and not this bullshit
  • “Fire-Mare”
And then there are those who can make time stop
Crush the future into present
Your job your house your family
Turn to dust in an instant
  • “Polar Vortex”
I am a wound un-healing
  • “The Sound of the Engines”
Talking Points/Discussion Questions
  • Do you think Pallett’s stylistic shift on this album works for what it intends to evoke? Or would you prefer something more in line with their previous albums?
  • What’s your favorite song on the album? Favorite lyrics? Favorite of the four movements that the album is divided into?
  • How have you personally read into Pallett’s depictions of self-destruction on this album? How do you see it resonating with your own life experiences?
  • On their forum recently, Owen’s already talked about wanting to continue the story of Lewis and Spectrum on their seventh album (after taking a detour for their next album). Where would you like to see this ongoing story from Pallett go next? What would make for a satisfying narrative conclusion to the Spectrum saga?
  • Has anyone else noticed that every Owen Pallett album has had an alphabetically sequential title??? What do you expect their next album to be titled with this titling pattern in mind?
Thank you to u/BornAgainZombie once again for their excellent writing as always! Up tomorrow, we've got u/Pianist-Euphoric making their series debut to talk Perfume Genius' acclaimed fifth studio album, Set My Heart on Fire Immediately. In the meantime, discuss today's album and write-up in the comments and check the schedule for the rest of the series down below, along with all of this year's previous write-ups.
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Date Artist Album Writer
12/1 Fiona Apple Fetch the Bolt Cutters u/roseisonlineagain
12/2 Car Seat Headrest Making a Door Less Open u/ReconEG
12/3 The Microphones Microphones in 2020 u/radmure
12/4 Owen Pallett Island u/BornAgainZombie
Schedule
Date Artist Album Writer
12/5 Perfume Genius Set My Heart on Fire Immediately u/Pianist-Euphoric
12/6 Phoebe Bridgers Punisher u/American_Soviet
12/7 Hot Mulligan You'll Be Fine u/darianb1031
12/8 Bill Callahan Gold Record u/stansymash
12/9 Jónsi Shiver u/thesaboteur7
12/10 Dogleg Melee u/stringfellow2316
12/11 Elysia Crampton ORCORARA 2010 u/vulni0000000
12/12 Adrianne Lenker Songs u/danpono
12/13 Trevor Powers Capricorn u/The_Lords_Favourite
12/14 Fleet Foxes Shore u/smasherx
12/15 Illuminati Hotties FREE IH: This is Not the One You've Been Waiting For u/ClocktowerMaria
12/16 My Morning Jacket The Waterfall II u/ProbablyUmmSure
12/17 Andy Shauf The Neon Skyline u/thedoctordances1940
12/18 Geographic North A Little Night Music: Aural Apparitions from the Geographic North u/WaneLietoc
12/19 Destroyer Have We Met u/LordAlpaca
12/20 Christian Lee Hutson Beginners u/waffel113
12/21 Tim Heidecker Fear of Death u/sara520
12/22 Jessie Ware What's Your Pleasure u/tartorange
12/23 Tennis Swimmer u/danitykane
12/24 The Soft Pink Truth Shall We Go On Sinning So That Grace May Increase? u/feetarejustshithands
12/25 Neil Cicierega Mouth Dreams u/mr_grission
12/26 Oneohtrix Point Never Magic Oneohtrix Point Never u/modulum83
12/27 Cindy Lee What's Tonight to Eternity u/PearlSquared
12/28 Backxwash God Has Nothing To Do With This, Leave Him Out of It u/meme__creep
12/29 Dirty Projectors 5EPs u/PieBlaCon
12/30 The Strokes The New Abnormal u/remote_man
12/31 Roisin Murphy Roisin Machine u/LazyDayLullaby
NOTE: In case you haven't followed the process for putting together the series this year, here is a quick recap. The lineup was culled from over a hundred pitches sent into us in two threads, one in mid-October and one in early November. If you are wondering why a certain album didn't make it to the lineup, there was either not a pitch for it, or there were other pitches we liked more. As with almost every year we've done this series, the schedule above is subject to change, but there will only be minor changes at that (moving of dates or maybe an album or two being replaced at most).
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2020.12.04 07:51 Aumnayan Memoirs of First Contact 16 [OC]

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To: Captain Jessica Vanderlyn
From: Confederate Navy, Joint Space, Department of Inquiry
Subject: Notification of official Inquiry
Date: 03.6 28 P4E 07:12 Terran Standard
Cpt. Jessica Vanderlyn, Independant Ship Scorpio,
You are hereby notified of pending review of your actions in the Ik’unian system on 03.5 28 P4E when the Independant Ship Scorpio opened fire on a fleet belonging to a foreign nation. Formal charges will be filed pending this review. Please submit all evidence prior to 03.25 28 P4E that you wish to be considered during this review.
Due to your unique position within the Navy, your commision will continue unless formal charges are filed.
LCDR Liam Jackson
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To: Klath’in, Empire Core, Oversight
Subject: Terran Military Evaluation Request
Date: 03.5 28 P4E, 21:01 Terran Standard
The following is sensor transcripts from Kl’atic and several Empire ships that were in the Ik’unian system during the Terran attack of their Burghasts Benefactors. Though I can not speak of the tactics and technology displayed during this attack, it is clear that the Terran’s display the same solitary behavior of the other predatory species.
I suggest providing the Burghasts with abbreviated versions of any findings to tip the balance in their favor as they attempt to subjugate the Terrans. Not only will this eliminate the Terran through to the Core, but reduce the Burghasts fleet numbers to be more in line with where our projections show they should be.
I will perform my duties, and ensure the Burghasts tread down this path.
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Jessica Vanderlyn
Date: 03.7 28 P4E, 09:13 Terran Standard
Location: Ik’unian system 120 kilometers from station Kl’atic
I wish cleaning up a mess was as quick as making it. My parents would laugh their butts off to hear me say that.
It’s been two days since we arrived and we were just securing the last of our prisoners now. We had a total of sixty-three Burghasts in my ship. I had a total of 30 cells when the real ones went in so most were double-booked. The only thing that stopped some of them from having a roommate were the fourteen on stretchers along another side of the cargo bay door with various medical equipment hooked up to them.
The stretchers were fastened to the floor, as were the occupants. Still, the crew kept watch. Both in person and remotely. Alternating between the three of them and Emily who decided to take up with them when she arrived.
As you can imagine, I have a lot of problems at this moment in time. Fuel, repairs, the list appears endless. And now, my latest problem was looking up at me with big brown eyes, hesitantly wagging its tail.
“It’s a dog.” Go me!
“His name is Oliver.” Oliver, a young foxhound, waged his tail when he heard his name. Otherwise he stood still. Looking at me. Haley was standing next to me, her eyes wide. “He was Clives.”
“Isn’t there rules about pets on a ship?” Haley asked.
“Yes, but Clive had snuck him on board. I didn’t know until… then. He couldn’t go check on her and asked me to. It’s why I survived. I was on Hercules checking on him.” She said looking at the dog. “But I can’t… I just can’t.” I nodded understanding. After all, I had a bottle of rum I couldn’t drink.
“Okay. Looks like Scorpio has a new mascot.” I said looking away from the brown eyes. “Can you make sure the Scorpio has patterns for his toys, food, etc? And bring what you have on Hercules to my office.” Emily nodded and backed away from Oliver.
“Will do. I mean yes. I’ll do that now.” She said backing away. Haley was covering her mouth, but undignified sounds escaped anyway.
As the door closed behind Emily Adam piped in. “Guess you’ve adopted a fur baby.” Haley started laughing as I made a get to work motion. One that included my middle finger.
“And if you don’t shut up and get to work, he'll be sleeping on your bed tonight.” I threatened. “Come on Oliver. Let’s get ready to talk to an alien.” I walked into my office, Oliver’s reddish brown haired body following behind.
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Jessica Vanderlyn
Date: 03.7 28 P4E, 09:45 Terran Standard
Location: Ik’unian system 120 kilometers from station Kl’atic
My office doors opened and Grazil walked in followed closely by Jason. Jason was still wearing his armored environment suit. I stood as she stepped into the room and came around the desk. Oliver was sleeping soundly in his bed. I had pushed it up against the wall behind my desk, along with food and water dishes, a chew toy, and a pet waste recycler.
“Grazil.” I said reaching out to shake her hand. “It is a pleasure to be able to speak with you in person.” She took my hand with two of hers briefly before letting go. I gestured to a chair and moved back around my desk.
“It is. I have come to talk to you about recent events.” She said moving in front of her chair. “But I find I have acquired quite a few questions since I got here.”
“Of course. We have some time here, so I will see what I can answer. Ambassador?” I questioned as he stayed by the door. He looked at me but otherwise didn’t acknowledge me. “You may leave now.”
“I don’t think so.” He said a sneer on his face.
“I hope you don’t have to deal with this one often, Grazil.” I commented coming to a stop in front of my chair but not sitting.
“I don’t, I primarily deal with Ambassador Ashley. Why is it undesirable for me to interact with Ambassador Jason?” She queried sitting down.
“You bitch!” Jason yelled. “How dare you...” His face was immediately flushed in anger but he was cut off by Oliver barking several times as he flipped his way out of his bed and into a standing position. He ran to the side of my desk before my yell stopped him.
“Oliver stop!” I yelled with a tone of absolute authority in my voice. Oliver skidded to a halt, hair standing on end growling at Jason. Maybe having him wasn’t going to be so bad after all. I thought. “Jason, get out. It is hardly Grazil and my first conversation, and if you persist in trying to stay both you and her are going to discover exactly how much authority you have on this ship.”
“I’m going to report this.” He said stepping towards the door. “I’m reporting everything.” The door closed and I locked it through my implant sending Haley a message to get him off the bridge.
“I apologise for that. But I didn’t think he would leave otherwise.” Grazil wasn’t paying attention to me. She was looking at Oliver who stopped growling as soon as Jason left and was looking at Grazil curiously, nervously wagging his tail. “Oh.” I said, sighing. “Grazil, this is Oliver.” I said pointing at the curious dog.
“I thought we were the first species you had made contact with.” I looked at her in question before understanding the question. “Hello Oliver.” She said. I went over and picked him up sitting him in my lap as I sat down.
“Oliver is a dog, a non-sapient species that originated on my species planet of origin.” I scratched him behind the ear and Oliver attempted to lick my face. I pushed his face away. “He’s a puppy, which is the word for a young dog, so he has more energy than sense.”
She made a slightly amused gesture. “That’s true of our young too.” She said. “You keep a non-sapient species from your home world as a subjugated species?” She asked after a moment of consideration.
“No. Though I can appreciate how it looks like that from your end. The truth is our two species are more intertwined than that.” I thought about how to put it to words. “In our earliest days, the relationship was simpler. They would warn of us problems as their auditory and olfactory senses are more developed than Terrans. Now it’s more of a… bounding thing. By taking in a dog you’re welcoming them into your family.”
“You… pack bond with a non-sapient predator?” My implant stated that Grazil was shocked.
“More than one type. But yes.” I raised my hand forestalling her questions. “Let’s get back on track, before we spend the time we have discussing interesting facts of our species.” She shook herself.
“Your right. Your species is… confusing. I came here to trade.” I raised my eyebrow in question. “I understand you could be in trouble if you don’t prove that the ships that you destroyed had participated in the attack against your embassy.” I nodded.
“That is a possibility. And is one of the reasons why I will be leaving after we are done here.” Oliver started dozing on my lap.
“I have information that could help. I have long…” She looked at me weighing things. “We have long had ways into the Burghasts embassy’s communication network. I have all their orders related to the attack. Included the orders of the fleet to destroy your ship when it arrived, and capture the Hercules should it attempt to depart. Personnel lists that show the individuals who attacked the embassy where expressly brought to the station in those ships for the attack. The whole…”
I tried. I really did try to hide the anger I was feeling because she was the only species that would openly speak with Grayson. But no one can hide that much anger. And it showed. Oliver squirmed in my lap as he slept, providing me a base as the ball of anger and hate I had shoved and buried as deep as I could opened up.
“You knew?” I asked quietly. “You know that attack was planned?”
“Yes. Two days before the attack. I tried discovering something I could trade the information for, even had my aides work on it as well, but we couldn’t.” Black clouds were forming in my vision despite having closed my eyes. I was hanging onto my emotions by my fingertips. And there, hanging over the abyss of hate I considered what I knew about her species. Everything Grayson reported officially or otherwise .
“You don’t do anything without a trade, do you?” I asked, my voice low.
“Of course not!” Grazil said. “Without an agreement, then…”
“Nothing in life is free.” I said opening my eyes. I idly scratched Oliver, hoping that she didn’t say something to make me lose the precocious hold I had on my anger.
“I know. That’s why it’s necessary for an agreement…”
“You don’t understand.” I cut her off. Then I looked at Oliver. “Oliver is a non-sapient species. He has little concept beyond the present. Yet here he sits. There isn’t a single world my species has stepped where his hasn’t walked beside us. Because some ancestor of his warned one of mine of a danger that my ancestors couldn’t sense. He is here, joining my family, because my ancestor saw one of his, hungry, and decided to feed it.” I looked at her. “The depth of return you see when you act on another's best interest without expectations can never be calculated.”
She looked as though I had peed on a sacred monument. Maybe I had.
“So, what do you want for this information?” I asked after a moment, which brought her out of wherever her thoughts had gone.
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Jessica Vanderlyn
Date: 03.7 28 P4E, 10:23 Terran Standard
Location: Ik’unian system 120 kilometers from station Kl’atic
I watched the Toga disconnect from our external docking bay and proceed to the station. It had costs a single bar, of the same dimensions as our previous transactions, of crystalized tritanium for the information.
The bar would allow her species to skip a great deal of time in what it would otherwise take to get the factories operational. It was an easy enough trade.
At some point in the conversation I informed her that she could use the communication device she was sending us information on to contact me regardless of where I was. I almost didn’t, but what was stopping me was my anger and resentment. I knew it could be important.
And I don’t make decisions based on emotion! Even now! Especially now, damnit!
Jason had tried to stop me from leaving Toga attempting to wave that stick he had shoved up his ass. But that was what made everything explode for me. As I looked at him I literally lost my vision for several seconds. When it came back, the blood had left Jason’s face and Grazil was moving hastily away from me.
Brian and Emily both asked what was wrong as Toga’s size diminished. I didn’t answer, thinking about what I said to Grazil. That was as much I could offer the Hudrozaplic’s best interests for the moment.
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2020.12.04 06:25 Kiu_98 (OC) Halo: Reach cutscenes. “Lone Wolf” omega analysis.

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This project was so fun, even though its popularity fluctuated each post, I still feel great about its success since many of you were so supportive and were so interested in my analyses, for that I thank you immensely, hopefully I get to work & share something similar soon, it's quite unlikely due to my day-to-day duties but I'll still try my best to share stuff from time to time!
As for something else, I hope that i managed to keep this both interesting & unique, as you all might now, there is a lot of information out there about every Halo game, Reach was no exception, despite that, I did my best to share some fresh takes on stuff while keeping it all as plausible as possible, it would've been boring as heck to read the same stuff others have been saying for a while (e.g. the typical comment found in pretty much every Reach debate that says that Emile, the CQC expert, dies in a close-quarter-combat scenario, Kat, the brains of the Team, gets shot in the head, etc.) in these posts, right?
With all that rambling said & done, here's my final Halo: Reach cutscenes analysis, feel free to share observations and experiences of your own, I would love to hear from you all, last but not least, if I shared some erroneous information, feel free to point it out and revise it!
“Lone Wolf”
Fade in on Noble Six's point of view. He is under heavy fire and is badly hurt (it seems like he was taking cover in order to regain his breath), two noticeable cracks on his visor cloud his vision. Six's Assault Rifle lies on the ground, evidencing his unyielding struggle, bullet shells can be seen scattered around it. The Spartan pulls off his damaged helmet in order to breathe, he tosses it aside & he then picks up his Rifle, simultaneously, a Sangheili Ultra walks straight at him as he keeps on shooting at the Lone Wolf with a Stormtrooper accuracy (a plasma round can be seen hitting the ground & sparking it in several frames).
The cutscene's angle switches to the discarded helmet's POV as a plasma round flies past its visor, Noble Six can be seen making his final stand. The Ultra keeps on charging headlong at the Spartan, firing an Energy Rifle, but Six calmly steps forward and shoots, with pinpoint accuracy, he starts to gun his foe down, each bullet takes its toll on the Sangheili's body, briefly before its shields are fully depleted, his left side tires, as he dies, he keeps on firing his plasma rifle before dropping it precipitously.
A Sangheili General approaches from behind with an energy sword. Before it can strike, Six puts his MMA skills to good use: he twists around with the might of a tornado and jumps to ram his elbow into the General's jaws, the sheer power of his strike disables both of their shields, taking advantage of his inertia, Six knocks the General down. Six draws out his holstered magnum and kills the fallen General (his legs can be seen reacting to the fatal shot to his head). Six holsters the magnum & resumes firing his Rifle as plasma fire from another Elite off-screen shoots past Six as another Elite hits Six's abdomen with his plasma repeater, since his shields were already down, the shots are fully absorbed and the Spartan is severely wounded to the point where blood can be seen squirting out of him, the damage inflicted upon him makes him lose both his balance and his grip on the Rifle.
In order to deal with both threats, Six holds on to his Rifle and fires from the hip with his right hand as he unholsters his magnum with his left hand, SPARTAN-B312 continues firing and kills both Sangheili, one of them a Minor and the other a Major (in the process, their aim got bad and neither managed to further injure Six); as soon as his allies' bodies crowd the ground surrounding them (yo', check those sick alliterative rhymes out!), another Ultra shows up and charges at Six rashly, then, he manages to cast Six down (during this sequence of events, there is a single frame in which Six's helmet pops up fleetingly, I guess the Bungie dudes pressed Ctrl-Alt-D-Elite in a hurry… I'll walk myself out, sorry!), as Six hits the ground, his magnum can be seen flying off away from his reach (pun somewhat intended), the Ultra proceeds to pounce on him with an energy dagger, his plasma rifle holstered to his side. The Spartan kicks the Ultra backwards, causing it to stumble into his helmet and slightly moving its view.
A Zealot appears and draws out its sword with such finesse, as he tries to kill the downed Spartan, Six knocks the sword out of its hand and his hit stuns the Zealot momentarily. The Zealot staggers backwards, its shields recharging. The Ultra retries stabbing Noble Six with its energy dagger but Six evades his attempt again and he elbows the Ultra in the face. The Zealot ignites its own energy dagger and stabs downward towards the fallen Noble Six. The foot of either another Zealot or a Field Marshal steps into frame as the Sangheili ignites its energy sword, the view gets blocked even further as the Zealot reattempts killing the Lone Wolf.
Cut to Noble Six's shattered helmet, lying on the ground in the dust - as seen at the beginning of the game.
Fade to black.
Planet Reach
July 7, 2589
Fade in to the same location. The area is now thriving with life, evidence of the success in terraforming Reach is how much the plain is flourishing and how vivid is the blue of the planet's welkin. The remaining signs that a battle was held in the site are debris from a destroyed frigate in the midground and the Lone Wolf's helmet that has deteriorated over time in the foreground. The camera begins slowly pulling back, as it does, a UNSC colony ship and a small outpost is revealed in the background.
Fade to white.
End of Halo: Reach.
Notate bene: I. Six begins his odyssey helmetless to eventually put his helmet on, here, at the end of the road, he just takes it off and dies completely exposed at the hands of Sangheili warriors who struck him down acting like a wolf pack: they toyed with their prey for a while, once they tired it, they beleaguered it one by one and killed it off.
II. The hole in the centre in Six's visor seems to have been made at a later stage, it clearly wasn't inflicted with Six wearing it for a second time since such a hole would've been inflicted by a fatal shot, and, given that the place was already dealing with the effects of a glassing, with or without his helmet, Six was certainly going to die sooner or later due to the toxic fumes in the environment, however, that hole might've been inflicted by either an energy sword or an energy dagger during a later struggle, I'm not saying that Six survived though, I'm only saying that he might have survived for a little longer contrary to what his final moments onscreen make us believe.
III. My antithesis to my second note is the following: Six most certainly died at the hand of the trio of Sangheili that we saw last, taking that into account, we are, without a doubt, seeing his helmet at the same place, my argument for this is the shell lying in front of it is at the exact same place it was in the cutscene, what doesn't quite make sense - to me - is the change in the helmet's tilted position and the state of its visor, as for the terrain, there's been debates about whether the helmet was moved or not, given how much the Covenant messed up with Reach's integrity and given the dust storm-like phenomenon that's going on all over the area in which the level occurs and which would eventually bury structures and change the overall look of the terrain, I'd say that it's plausible that Six's killers digged out and moved or simply moved his helmet to a site where it could remain visible, basically, they left his helmet as an effigy. I go with the word "effigy" and not "headstone" or "memorial" because the intent behind the decision of leaving the helmet there was to mark their victory on the planet, not to honor Six's last stand.
IV. Six's final moments were a callback to two things done by Carter, the first one was his "[...] That lone-wolf stuff stays behind." line and the second one was when one of the Zealots in Winter Contingency attacks Six who is in turn saved by Carter who kicks him off as Kat fires on it with her pistol, the contrast between him having his team around and making it out and him being all by himself and dying is striking.
V. Thirteen dead Spartans can be found in this level, as well all know, thirteen is deemed an unlucky number, since that amount of Spartans was deliberately put in, this was probably an additional hint to Six's unfortunate ending.
VI. Mount Törött is the one we see in the background of the level, "Törött" is a word in Hungarian that means "broken", a fitting name due to the mount's visage and quite symbolic since the visor pays homage to its name.
VII. Seven Sangheili warriors attack SPARTAN-B312 in the ending cutscene.
VIII. Sounds & flares of Covenant ships glassing the nearby area can be heard & seen in the background, the latter are much less evident.
IX. After the level's end, Six becomes the fourteenth dead Spartan in the area, yet another reference to Bungie's favorite number (7 x 2 = 14).
X. The date of the cutscene following the level is July 7, 2589. This is a reference to Bungie Day. This is also another reference to the number seven as the year is comprised of the numbers 25, 2 + 5 = 7, and 89, 8 + 9 = 17.
P.s.: If you've missed my other posts, here you have them!
(OC) Halo: Reach cutscenes. “Noble Actual” analysis.
(OC) Halo: Reach cutscenes. “Winter Contingency” analysis.
(OC) Halo: Reach cutscenes. “ONI: Sword Base” analysis.
(OC) Halo: Reach cutscenes. “Nightfall” analysis.
(OC) Halo: Reach cutscenes. “Tip of the Spear” analysis.
(OC) Halo: Reach cutscenes. “Long Night of Solace” analysis.
(OC) Halo: Reach cutscenes. “Exodus” analysis.
(OC) Halo: Reach cutscenes. “New Alexandria” analysis.
(OC) Halo: Reach cutscenes. “The Package” analysis.
(OC) Halo: Reach cutscenes. “Lone Wolf” alpha analysis.
PPS: I said I'd do this in the end, so, here it is!: if you enjoyed this project, feel free to check my instagram, there's where I post most of what I do, be warned though, I work on many other different things, I mainly deal with stuff related to ancient cultures, I might do something interesting about it that could connect to the Halo franchise in the foreseeable future!
Edit: Thank you all for your kind words, i really appreciate it!
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2020.12.04 06:15 hey_its_rey I hope someone reads this. You can get out.

My Story (names and locations changed)
My name is hey_its_rey, I am 26 years old, and I am a survivor of an abusive relationship.
I met Philip sometime in September of 2016. We had matched on Tinder and after a few days of talking, I agreed to meet him for a date. Honestly, I was taken with him immediately. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome with a quick wit and infectious smile. He had just moved to my metropolitan area from his home country and only had a suitcase and a car that he was renting from the company that he moved to the States for. The beginning of our relationship was a whirlwind. When I was with him, I felt like I was the most important person in the world. He would open up to me about his past as a foreigner growing up in the poor area of Florida. Somehow, he could make someone almost pity him while commanding respect at the same time. Later I realized this was simply manipulation. I have since seen him use similar strategies on dozens of people. When I wasn’t with him, I wouldn’t hear from him for days at a time. Trying to plan dates with him was a nightmare. He would tell me that he would be free by noon, then got caught up working on something and it would be 3, then 5, then a late dinner, then tomorrow. But when I was with him, all would be forgiven. He had me in the palm of his hand.
We moved into our relationship quickly. I helped him find an apartment and I moved in by December. At first, we really didn’t have much of anything. I had given him the kitchen supplies that I had used in college, and he had a TV, mattress on the floor and fashioned a TV stand out of empty boxes. I helped him buy furniture and we built a life together. To move in with him, I had moved far away from my bartending job, so his friend offered me a bartending job in his restaurant. When Philip left his first job in Ohio, he started working for his friend as well. I was quickly promoted to bar manager and made so much money managing on top of bar tips. I was so happy. I got to live and work with the love of my life while being surrounded by amazing people at work.
The first time Philip took things too far was on our first Valentine’s Day together in February of 2017. We both took the day off of work so that we could have a nice lunch together and go to IKEA to finally buy a kitchen table and other furniture. I don’t remember exactly what was wrong or what he said to me in the car, I just remember thinking that no man had ever yelled at me like that before and I started crying. When he was done yelling at me, he pulled the car over, held me, and cried too. He said that he should have never said those things to me and that he never wanted to make me cry again. We went on to have a great rest of the day.
After that time, things started adding up slowly. They always say that things start out slowly. Of course they do. If Philip had pinned me to the wall by my neck during our first fight, of course I would have left him. The fights slowly got worse and the insults slowly got more personal. I don’t remember exactly when fights became physical. Philip is a big man. At first, he would use his size to stand tall over me and intimidate me. This slowly turned into grabbing, shoving, or throwing objects around the apartment.
Don’t get me wrong, still 95% of my time with Philip felt like a fairy tale. He would show me off to his friends, surprise me with gifts, and put me up on a pedestal. He made sure that he always told me all the wonderful things he would do for me and I ate it up. I felt so lucky to be with him.
I remember the first time Philip met my friend Theresa. They were both hangry at the time (and neither are good at handling hangriness) so it just did not go well. Theresa immediately distrusted him. When I got home with Philip that night, he made sure to tell me that he did NOT like my friend Theresa while insulting both her and our friendship. Philip was a physically affectionate person and wasn’t afraid of touching other people, which is something that I attributed to his different culture. When he met my friend Jen, I warned him that she had an uncomfortable past with men and was intimidated by being touched. He took the exact opposite of my advice and was very physical with her. When I questioned him about it, he said that he enjoyed messing with her. I brushed it off, telling myself that I apparently didn’t make my warning clear or serious enough. I’m sorry Jen.
Philip also had a hatred for certain members of my family. For around 2 years, I hardly had a relationship with my older brother due to Philip’s hatred for him. The worst was how he acted towards my mother’s side of the family that only gets together twice a year as we are spread out across the Midwest and as far out as British Columbia. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday since I get to see these people. The first time Philip met them, he felt that a cousin of mine disrespected him and that my favorite uncle gave him a funny look. He was awful to me the whole way home, calling my family pigs, pieces of shit, and racist (a portion of my family is from his country too, so he was clearly way off track). Then next Thanksgiving when I was getting ready, he was policing me for what I was wearing, what jewelry I was putting on, how my hair looked and the food that I was bringing. He said I had to look perfect because he “didn’t want those fat fuckers judging us or making any comments.” He refused to get ready himself until he made us almost two hours late for dinner. He made me cry on the way up, so he made us stop so I could fix my makeup. Throughout the whole dinner, he was tense while talking to my family and was texting me threats under the table until I agreed to leave early. The drive back home was awful. He promised me that we wouldn’t go to Thanksgiving with my family next year or he would make a scene, and that if I went without him, I wouldn’t be able to trust him while I was out of town. I recognized that this was a common tactic for abusers; to distance their victims from family and support groups. But while Philip was pulling me further away from certain members of my family, he was also pushing me to grow my relationship with my father. His father had died of cancer a few years before I met him, so I think he almost envied me for having mine around still.
In June of 2017, Philip took me to Florida to spend time with his family. We had an incredible time on the beach and in the clubs of Calle Ocho. He made me feel like I deserved the world. And just nine months after we met, he proposed to me. I said yes.
There are countless little stories of cruelty that I could tell. Philip started becoming unpredictable to me. One night in our first apartment, he had been resting after work and I was in the kitchen preparing dinner. When I woke him up to eat, he decided that what I made was sub-par, and threw his plate in the kitchen. “You woke me up for this? This is as good as I get? You really are useless.” I had worked so hard on that meal. Lots of arguments started around meal time. If I accidentally said something he didn’t like, he would suddenly lose his appetite, it was my fault, and how dare I not let him eat in peace. “When will you learn to shut the fuck up for once in your life?” Our relationship took a definite turn for the worse in the spring of 2018. My grandma passed away and since she lived in a country house, Philip and I moved in while the house was being cleaned out. When a house in the country sits empty for too long, people take notice and the house is at risk for break-ins. Around that same time, Philip’s mom and step-dad decided to move to Ohio to be closer to him. Things fell through with his step-dad’s job and they lost the house loan, so they moved in with us for about two months. Living with Philip’s family on my family’s property caused tensions to soar. I think this was the first time he shoved me so hard that I fell to the ground. One day when I was at the house by myself, I sat on the front porch and just cried. When I looked up, I saw a full rainbow stretching from one side of the property to the other. I felt like my grandparents were looking down on me and offering me comfort. I apologized to both of my grandparents, for letting myself get into this situation. I could feel their disappointment and pity. This was the first time I wanted out.
In the fall of 2018 Philip and I moved out of my grandparent’s house, I went back to school to get my Master’s of Nursing degree, and we got married. We had originally wanted to get married after I graduated from school, but getting married then would allow him to apply for citizenship before he would need to renew his green card next. We semi-eloped with friends and my family present at a courthouse. This may seem shallow of me, but I think that part of the reason that I stayed with him for so long was pride. When we eloped, there were some rumors going around my class at nursing school that it was a green card marriage. It was not. I married Philip because I loved him, and months later I stayed through abuse that I knew I should have left because I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of thinking they were right.
I quit my bartending job to focus on school. During this time, I became financially dependent on Philip. He paid the bills for our townhouse and gave me a $300 credit-limited card to buy our groceries every two weeks. I was falling deeper under his control. He had me financially, restricted me from seeing friends and family that he didn’t like, and I was his wife by law. During this same time, his mom was diagnosed with very aggressive cancer. Our fights got worse. I kept telling myself that things would get better when I graduated, or when we were financially stable, or when his mom wasn’t sick any more, etc. The list of excuses kept growing and things kept getting worse. His verbal attacks got more aggressive. He would say things to me like, “What are you gonna do? Just cry like a little bitch? That’s what you’re best at.” I was “best at” a lot of things, from walking away from him, to crying, to making his life miserable. “You are a worthless piece of shit.” “I should have never married a white bitch.” “Why do you always want to make me so miserable?” “Just leave, I don’t want you here anymore.” “Are you happy now?” The next day he would hold me in his arms and call me his queen.
The physical abuse started escalating during this time as well. Once, he was sick and coughed directly onto my face when we were sleeping. I asked him to turn the other way so he didn’t cough on me, and he got so mad he went downstairs to the couch. One of the agreements we had was that no fight would be bad enough that we wouldn’t sleep together. After a while, I felt bad so I brought him some cough medicine and a Gatorade and asked him to come back to bed. He threw the medicine in my face, and when I turned away, he threw the full bottle of red Gatorade at my back. It left a bruise and Gatorade covered half of the townhouse. Somehow, it got all the way upstairs. When I got in the shower, the water came out of my hair red. I just laid in the shower and cried.
Once, he grabbed me so hard that I had purple-blue bruises on my arms for two weeks. I tried to hide them but a few people saw, and I couldn’t seem to find a good enough cover story for how I got them. I told some classmates that it happened consensually (wink*). Theresa knew that I was lying. But it didn’t matter. She and a few other people approached me with their concerns. I lied each time. Me? Being abused? No, I would never stand for that. Hell, I’m in nursing school, I’m learning how to screen patients for abuse, how to talk to abuse victims, and how to help them plan an escape from their abusers. No, I would never let that happen to me.
The first time Philip choked me, I was terrified. He had been shoving, grabbing, and punching me. I tried to run out the front door to my car. He grabbed me by the neck and held me against the inside of the front door. He called me selfish. He told me that if I ran outside and someone saw what he was doing to me, they would call the police and he would be deported. Is that what I wanted? Did I realize how many people were depending on him, myself included? How could I be so selfish to try and escape him? After that, I mostly curled in the fetal position to escape him while he stood over me kicking me and screaming at me.
The time I thought he might kill me… the time I thought he might kill me, I don’t even remember why we were arguing. He had me by the throat at the top of the stairs. He smashed my head into the wall so hard that he paused for a minute to look behind me… to make sure that he hadn’t put a hole in the wall with my head. I thought he might throw me down the stairs.
Now I was scared of him. I would walk on egg shells, trying not to trigger him into a fit of anger. I kept the house clean, I cooked and cleaned up after him, and tried to have sex whenever he wanted. If I didn’t give in to him, he would accuse me of cheating on him or say that I didn’t really love him and eventually push me until I gave in. If I didn’t act happy enough during it, he would push me off of him and start yelling. And the thing is, I still loved him. But it was a dependent kind of love. I didn’t want to leave him because I felt like he had become the biggest part of my personality. Sure, I went to nursing school and maintained friendships, but I lived to try and make Philip happy, which is a battle I would never win.
I had caught Philip cheating on me in February of 2019. We fought hard. But he cried and told me that he couldn’t live without me. I eventually forgave him, but I told him that if I ever caught him again, that would be it. I told him that I didn’t care if it happened the next day or 50 years down the line, I would leave him.
The last 8 months of our relationship were the worst. We fought the most, he would make things physical, and threaten to hurt me or worse. “You have no idea what I am capable of.” I started wishing that he or I would get sick to get me out of the situation. I started wishing that a car would hit me on my way to school. I looked forward to when he would be away from home on a business trip so I could be away from him. But still, I stayed. I still loved him. He would still occasionally sweep me off my feet with displays of affection. And he would always remind me that he was providing for me financially and that I was depending on him.
On October 10, 2019, I woke up to go to school. We had an exam that day. He was supposed to wake up about the same time, but his alarm was going off and he wasn’t getting up so I decided to mute his phone and let him sleep for a few extra minutes. That’s when I found messages from a girl that worked for the same company that he worked for from their Florida location (where he had just been for a “work trip”). Honestly, I felt more relieved than angry. I tried to take pictures of the messages with my phone so that I would have proof for the divorce, but he woke up and left bruises on my arm from snatching my phone away from me to delete the pictures. I went to school, I took my test, and I passed. Afterwards, I called my mom. I told her what happened. She told me that she would get the family together, bring the farm truck, and help me leave that day. When I was driving to my townhouse to meet the family, Philip called me. He asked me if I wanted to keep the townhouse or if he can keep it. He told me he never wanted to see me again. He asked me, “How are you going to tell your family? You know what? Let me actually call them right now and tell them.” That’s when I told him that they already knew. He was bluffing. He thought I would break down and beg him to stay, like I had before. When I told him that my family already knew, I felt his demeanor change. He knew that I was serious, and that I was no longer under his control.
My friends and family, the same people that Philip had spent years trying to pull me away from, became everything to me. My mom, dad and uncle helped me move out all of my clothes, all the furniture that was mine, and my cat. My aunt went to the Apple store to buy me a new phone and set up a new Apple account and phone number in case Philip had put spyware on my devices at some point. My brother, who I hadn’t had a strong relationship with in years, drove two hours home to see me for one afternoon. I wish on that day that I had the strength to tell him thank you but I hadn’t eaten and I was so exhausted. That night and the next day were the worst. I had changed everything about who I was to appease my husband, and he was gone. I was lost. I was 25, had to move back in with my parents, and failed my marriage. I felt like all the horrible things that Philip had called me. I broke down because I didn’t know how to use my mom’s coffee maker. I tried to go through some of my belongings that had been piled in the garage, but accidentally hit the panic button on the home security system and summoned the police. I felt useless.
I wish I could give a million thanks to my friends and family. My family brought me back in immediately and made sure I was safe. I didn’t tell them what Philip had put me through besides the cheating, but they supported me completely. My mom suggested that I see a therapist. I looked into support from Women Helping Women and a few other organizations, but for a long time I still didn’t understand the full scope of what I had been through. Battered women support groups? That was for women whose partners put them in the hospital, that wasn’t me. The first time I cried for myself rather than for Philip was when my friend Jen reminded me of a situation she had witnessed. The three of us had gone into town to hangout, and I had been driving Philip’s car. I didn’t quite know the boundaries of his car, so I scraped the tire on the curb when I was trying to parallel park. He screamed at me and called me useless in front of her. Later I asked him not to yell at me in front of my friends and he told me, “I don’t give a fuck, I’ll tell you whatever I want.” I had forgotten about this moment until Jen told me about it because it was so minor compared to the things that I do remember. My friends all called me daily to check on me. Some got together to send me flowers with a note reading, “your friends will always stand behind you.” I will cherish that note forever. Jen made me a playlist on Spotify that became my mantra for the next few months. They got me through this.
I wish that I could say that I was strong enough to stay away from Philip after October 10th. He was begging me to come back to him, saying that we could start all over and that he wouldn’t be able to go on without me. Two days after I left, I was getting gas when a man started cat calling me at the gas station. I started crying and hyperventilating. I called Philip and told him that I knew if he was there, he would have told the guy off and made sure I was safe. He made me feel protected. He told me to calm down and go to our home, and that he would come home to hold me. I almost gave in and went back that night.
I did see him again. A few times I was weak and went back to my home with him. I knew that I wouldn’t stay, but I needed some of his comfort, even though he was the one I needed comforted against. During this time we fought once, and he yelled at me to “get the fuck out of his house” while shoving me out the front door. That night he called me to apologize and beg me to come back.
A few weeks before I left Philip, I had pulled some money from my savings because he and I were supposed to go to his home country over Christmas (thank God I hadn’t bought tickets yet). I blew through this $6,000 quickly trying to make myself feel better by going out with friends, buying things, and going on a trip to New Orleans with a friend from nursing school. The week after I got back from my trip, I graduated with my Master’s of Nursing. I did it. Even with all that I had been through, I made it through the program and I had accepted an RN position working at my dream job. Two days after my graduation ceremony, my divorce was finalized in court. I was so scared to see him. But he was the one that was crying in the end.
After our day in court, he tried to force himself into my life once again. He tried to manipulate me again and I gave in for a while, although I knew that I would never be his again. His attention still felt good. This ended when the girl from Florida messaged me to tell me that he had done some of the same things to her, and that she caught him cheating twice. During this time when he was begging me to come back to him, he had still been maintaining a relationship with her. He became furious that we were talking, and I finally, FINALLY had the strength to banish him from my life forever.
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Eye shadow usually doesn't need a primer to keep the color in place on the lid, but does require at least a few coats of application to get where you want it to be. The fillers tend to make the colors lighter .
TYPES OF PIGMENTED EYESHADOW
Color Strike Cream to Powder Eyeshadow Pens: No brush for eye shadow ? No problem. These pens tip sponge are loaded with cream pigment powder long and intensely colored. Apply, wait a second for the color to set, then go. The formula is stain resistant and won't transfer, fade, or wrinkle for 12 hours. You can use it to gently define the eyes like an eyeliner or to create brow lines.
Eye lids Expert Wear : A classic for a reason, these perfectly sized powder pans come in a range of colors, textures and finishes in shaped box of crayola . And while it's been around forever, it's not a step backwards. The formula is designed to be rich, long lasting, silky smooth and wrinkle free.
Color Tattoo 24HR up Longwear cream eye shadow : Cool pots, silky eye shadow with great outfit. Don't be intimidated by its capabilities for up to 24 hours - the formula is smooth, buildable, and stylish. Apply your nude hue melty favorite or create an eye smoky with a holding all night like Keith Richards.
How to choose from a non-pigmented eye shadow or pigmented eye lids
In conclusion…
Ultimately, it is a matter of personal preference on the type of eye to eye that you want. A wide variety of colors that also shine? Not pigmented. Or do you want something more natural, with bright colors and United? Pigmented. Both are a stunning addition to your cosmetic routine.
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2020.12.04 03:27 rchaiv150 While a man is expected to support feminism, he is still expected to lead the way and pick up the check

If you haven't heard of Norah Vincent, she wrote a book in 2006 entitled Self-Made Man. It chronicles her experience dating women while disguised as a man.
Here are a few excerpts:
Dating women as a man was a lesson in female power, and it made me, of all things, into a momentary misogynist, which, I suppose was the best indicator that my experiment had worked. I saw my own sex from the other side, and I disliked women irrationally for a while because of it. I disliked their superiority, their accusatory smiles, their entitlement to choose or dash me with a fingertip, an execution so lazy, so effortless, it made the defeats and even the successes unbearably humiliating. Typical male power feels by comparison like a blunt instrument, its salvos and field strategies laughably remedial next to the damage a woman can do with a single cutting word: no.
Sex is most powerful in the mind, and to men, in the mind, women have a lot of power, not only to arouse, but to give worth, self-worth, meaning, initiation, sustenance, everything. Seeing this more clearly through my experience, I began to wonder whether the most extreme men resort to violence with women because they think that's all they have, their one pathetic advantage over all she seems to hold above them. I make no excuses for this. There are none. But as a man I felt vaguely attuned to this mind-set or its possibility.
Another woman told me in her first e-mail that she needed a confident man, but she felt there had to be a fine line drawn between being secure in himself and being arrogant. She said she drew that line with every man she met. This was a double bind I encountered often as Ned, and something that made me wonder about how reasonable women's supposed unmet emotional needs actually were.
They wanted a man to be confident. They wanted in many ways to defer to him. I could feel that on many dates, the unspoken desire to be held up and led, whether in conversation or even in physical space, and at times it made me feel quite small in my costume, like a young man must feel when he's just coming of age, and he's suddenly expected to carry the world under his arm like a football.
They wanted someone, they said, who could pin them to the bed or, as one woman put it, "someone who can drive the bus." Yet as much as these women wanted a take-control man, at the same time, they wanted a man who was vulnerable to them, a man who would show his colors and open his doors, someone expressive, intuitive, attuned. This I was in spades, and I always got points for it, but feeling the pressure to be that other worldbestriding colossus at the same time made me feel very sympathetic toward heterosexual men, not only because living up to Caesar is an immensely heavy burden to bear, but because trying to be a sensitive new age guy at the same time is pretty well impossible.
If women are trapped by the whore/Madonna complex, men are equally trapped by this warriominstrel complex. What's more, while a man is expected to be modern, that is, to support feminism in all its particulars, to see and treat women as equals in every respect, he is on the other hand often still expected to be traditional at the same time, to treat a lady like a lady, to lead the way and pick up the check.
Would these women lower their defenses if they found out I was a woman? After another ten minutes of condescension, I realized that this was going nowhere, and that I might learn more about Ned if I let them in on the gag.
I had to repeat the phrase "I'm really a woman" four times before they got what I was saying. There was a moment of absolutely stunned silence, and then the inevitable "No way," in chorus.
Then, with startling quickness we all began chatting like hens. Their aloof facade fell away, and not, I sensed, just because of the conversational fascination of the disguise, but because they felt disarmed enough, knowing that I was a woman, to let me in. The inclusion was even physical. When I'd approached as Ned they had been sitting facing the bar. They had only bothered to turn halfway around to talk to me, their faces always in profile. Now they turned all the way around to face me, their backs to the bar. I understood this reaction immediately. I had predicted it.
But still a part of me resented their prejudices. I was still the same person I had been before, just as any given strange man is a person beneath his blazer or his baseball hat. As a woman, I was accepted. As a man I had been rejected yet again. I understood intimately the social reasons for this, but it seemed unfair all the same.
I found myself thinking about rejection and how small it made me feel, and how small most men must feel under the weight of what women expect from them. I was an actor playing a role, but these women had gotten to me nonetheless. None of these interactions mattered. I had nothing real at stake. But still, I felt bad.
So how must men feel when it's a true encounter and everything in the game seems stacked against them? They make the move, or the women bluff them, without tipping their hands, into making the move. The guys step out (stupidly, it now seems to me) into the space between, saying something irreversible and frank--a compliment or an outright indication of interest--and most of the time the women step away, or laugh disdainfully, and the guys are left with their asses in the wind. That's the sport, and men are the suckers.
"Pass my test and then we'll see if you're worthy of me" was the implicit message coming across the table at me. And this from women who had demonstrably little to offer. "Be lighthearted," they said, though buoyant as lead zeppelins themselves. "Be kind," they insisted in the harshest of tones. "Don't be like the others," they implied, while having virtually condemned me as such beforehand.
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2020.12.04 02:44 foolra 3 simple fixes I made to my pitch email that got me 27 talent agent meetings

Hello actors! I just did an agent submission and I managed to land 27 talent agent meetings. Yes, 27 lol. I'm going to copy and paste all the info here but if you want to download the PDF (nicely formatted with images version) to read later you can click on the link here:
http://www.agentblasters.com/3-simple-fixes-pitch-email
Hope those of you that are looking for representation can find some value in this.
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FIRST, THANK YOU AND WELCOME!
I totally get it.
Looking for an agent can be paralyzing.
It takes hours and hours of research, googling countless agents and agencies…
Scouring IMDBPro to see which agents belong to which departments…
Then composing and sending all those individual emails...
Only to feel like you’re shouting into the void - getting little or NO responses, wondering if what you sent is what agents really want to see.
Sound about right?
Trust me, I’ve been where you are. Many times.
Hi, I'm Howard Chan!
Having been an actor for over a decade, most recently working on shows such as “Big Little Lies” on HBO, “Lucifer” on Netflix, and “Sneaky Pete” on Amazon, it took me years to learn what agents are really looking for and how to get their attention.
Here’s the tracking report from an agent submission I did recently: https://imgur.com/KNEEOPk
In this guide, I’m going to share with you the simple THREE things I did that earned me a 72% average open rate and eventually led to 27 meetings with potential commercial agents.
And the best part? It doesn't matter if you have...
Student film credits or major TV credits...Theatre experience or NO theatre experience...Union status or Non-union status...
...the tips I'm going to show you today worked for ME when my resume had nothing but student films, industrial videos, and ONE community college acting class on it.
And it will work for you.
Lets get started!

FIX #1: START WITH THE GUARANTEED

Agents are busy, busy people.
They are fielding emails and calls all day, taking meetings, pitching actors, and negotiating contracts for their clients.
Accepting new clients is pretty much dead LAST on their list of priorities.
But what if I told you that I could 100% guarantee that EVERY agent you submit to would see your email and instantly consider you for their roster?

"Whoa, take it easy, Howard".
I know, let me explain.
Whats the ONE thing that they are 100% guaranteed to see from you?
It’s not your amazing headshots. Or your witty cover letter. Or even your nicely formatted resume.
Your pitch materials get seen if—and only if
...they click on your Subject line.
Those 50 pesky characters that separate you from landing that dream agent who’s going to kickstart your career.
Think about it.
When an agent receives an email, they need to know what to do with it, whether it’s valuable or something that needs to be deleted or ignored.
Either way, they NEED to read it and process it before they go any further.
Seize this small window of opportunity.
Your Subject line determines whether your email is opened or ignored.

"Ok, you’re right, the Subject is guaranteed. So what do I write?"
I'm glad you asked. 😉
Let’s think about why agents need actors.
Agents need actors because they need to submit them to casting notices. If the actor books the job, then the agent gets paid.
And usually, these casting notices are hyper specific. They often call for actors in a very narrow age range, a specific ethnicity, and then a physical look or personality.
So when agents can’t submit to a role because no one on their roster fits, they must recruit new actors that fill that specific type.
That's why agents scan for type first and then consider your acting experience second. They are filling a spot on their roster (hopefully you!).

Use that to your advantage.
Don't be like the hordes of actors that put “Seeking Representation” or “Commercial Submission” in the Subject...
...because you’ve essentially wasted your ONE shot on something they already knew—that you are an actor in need of representation. Why else would you be contacting them?
INSTEAD, fill your Subject line with casting specifics, forcing the agent to think about how you would fit on their roster—all without opening your email.
Guess who I'm clicking on? https://imgur.com/aLuGD5l
Let's break it all down step-by-step:
  1. Start with your age range. If you can play in your 20’s, say 20’s. If you’re in your 30’s, say 30’s. Etc..
  2. Next, state your ethnicity. This is 2020. Agent rosters are built upon a diverse set of actors.
  3. Next, state something that is unique to you. This can be acting related or not, as long as it is interesting and unique. If you were the homecoming queen, or a former athlete, write that. If you were conservatory trained, or have tons of theatre experience put that. EXAMPLES: “Theatre Trained Actor”, “Former State Gymnastics Champion”, “Third Grade Spelling Bee Champion”. (That last one is actually me) Here are some great examples: 30’s Latina Improv Trained Non-union Actress Seeking Commercial Rep 20’s Mixed Race 3-Time State Gymnastics Champion - Commercial Rep 40’s Returning SAG Asian Actor w/Credits Looking for Commercial Rep All very clickable, right?
  4. Lastly, state what kind of representation you are looking for.

A casting-centric Subject line signals to the agent that you’re aware of how the whole casting ecosystem works, and where you fit on their roster (even if you don’t completely!)
Now you’ve got their attention. Let’s keep it rolling!

FIX #2: HIT EM HARD & FAST

After you’ve crafted a CLICKABLE Subject line, it’s on to the body of the email which should be kept short and sweet, no longer than 4-5 sentences.
Here’s a list of important Do’s and Don’ts before we get to a couple of examples:
THE DO'S:





THE DON'TS:



SOME GREAT EXAMPLES:
Hi Brenda!
Last month I was in an independent short film that went to the LA Film Festival. Given my years of theatre training, I am currently enrolled in an advanced scene study class at the Howard Fine Studio where I am receiving great feedback from my instructors. I would love to continue the momentum by setting up a meeting with you to see if we might be a good fit commercially. I’ve included my headshots in the body of the email and my resume link is below. Thank you!
Joe Smith (310) 497-0181 Actors Access Profile LA Casting Profile

Hello Michael!
Back between 2018-2019, I booked two television co-stars, a national commercial for Snickers, and a small supporting role in a comedy feature starring Paul Rodriguez. I am currently in class at the Elizabeth Mestnik Acting Studio and receiving terrific feedback from my instructors. Two weeks ago I took new headshots (attached) and have about 5 different looks already uploaded to Actors Access and LA Casting. Would love to set up a meeting with you to see if we might be a good fit. Please feel free to contact me at (310) 497-0182. Thank you!
Jane Doolittle SAG-AFTRA Actors Access Profile LA Casting Profile

FIX #3: THROW A BIG ASS NET

This last tip is probably the most obvious but also the most important.
The #1 thing you need to realize about getting representation is that it's totally a numbers game.
For my own agent hunt, I spent 60+ hours searching—no, scouring—IMDBPro, Google, Facebook, and Instagram for as many legit commercial and theatrical agent emails as I could find. Everything from beginner boutiques to larger agencies.
Use the following criteria:
Make sure you separate commercial agents from theatrical agents so you can submit to them accordingly.

"Hold on, are you saying I have to spend 60+ hours putting together my own list of agents?!"
Well, yes and no.
If you already have a small handful of agents in mind, then you probably won't need what I'm about to offer you...
But if you don't already have a list or want to maximize your efforts –I do have a simpler, more hassle-free solution.
I've actually put together a carefully curated list of 200+ commercial and theatrical agents HERE which I've conveniently bundled with a built-in bulk mailer tool and tracking report (which BY NO MEANS is NECESSARY to find legit talent representation but it sure makes the job a heckuva lot easier).
And thats it! I hope this helps some of you talented actors out there that may not be so good at the business side of things find some clarity. For me, it took a lot of stumbling around Hollywood before I figured out how to really navigate the industry and I'm still learning new things everyday.
Please pass this on to anyone you feel might find it useful!
See you on set,
Howard Founder of Agentblasters™ and fellow Actor
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2020.12.03 23:23 FitzdoogalWalerton It's been lonely

When she broke up with me, she insisted I did nothing wrong. She told me that deep down she knew she couldn't "get there," but she kept spending time with me because she wanted to try and make it work. Even though she had stated that I was doing all the right things, I felt as if I did everything wrong. I thought that maybe I'm not doing everything right and maybe she was just trying to help alleviate any pressure I might put on myself. It didn't help, and I lost sleep, I lost time, I couldn't breath, couldn't work, and couldn't even be honest and or spend time with my closest friends. I let this control me. I had even cried for the first time in a few years.
I've never had a real relationship of this level before, in fact she was only the second girl I had ever dated. I'll admit I'm very poor at forming these level of relationships. I felt like I had it all, then absolutely nothing. I thought giving it time would help. I even sent her a text on Thanksgiving to let her know that I still think of her. No response. That's when it really hit me. Although it felt like a slap in the face, it woke me up. Don't let stuff like this control your life. I let it control me for over a month and it was brutal.
You'll think of them from time to time. I bet down the line I'll look back at this at some how manage a smirk. You live and you learn.
Tips for resolving my inability sleep are welcome though!!!!
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2020.12.03 20:44 yatasha Everything that went wrong during our wedding was JNMIL’s fault. We’re coming up on anniversary and I can’t stop thinking about it.

If you want a way-too-long detailing of how a passive-aggressive, hurtful JNMIL can mess with a wedding, please see below. The tl;dr and request for advice is that I’m so angry by these things she did, and how she treats her son, that I can’t let go of that anger. My memories of our wedding are tarnished- like, really tarnished, or overshadowed, or something- and I really want them not to be. I want to regain our day from those memories her. How can I do that? And how can I possibly have a relationship with MIL?
DH and I had our wedding ceremony last December. I took a lot of pains to make it as perfect (and on-budget: my parents & DH & I paid, his parents wouldn’t—they were saving up for an eight-day cruise they had planned [long after we set our date] to celebrate their 28th wedding anniversary! ) as it could be, while also realizing that things would, of course, go wrong. I also took a lot of pains to be a Bride-Chilla, because…
…leading up to the wedding, my MIL was an absolute passive-aggressive terror. She’s always been awful, a pendulum between totally ignoring me and being way too gross-touchy with DH, to ignoring DH in favor of her phone, to literally never asking me one personal question ever, in my life. Anyways, you get the picture.
Despite contributing $0 to the budget—and actually asking my family to pay for her family’s travel—she had a ton of demands. Wanted my parents to host her family ahead of the wedding. Wanted a Groom’s Cake and said it was rude to my husband that we didn’t have one. Wanted to have a “mother-son first look” with my husband. Wanted to add 60 family photos (none of which included me, let alone my family) to the photograph list. Wanted to have a speaking role in the ceremony (where she intended to stand next to my husband, as his “sponsor?”), and in the reception. Wanted to go to dance lessons for a choreographed motheson dance (we were not having parent dances, which she cried about. Three times). Wanted us to hire a live band, and threatened to secretly hire her own when we refused (she was trying to find ones that would just play for tips, so she wouldn’t have to pay). Wanted to have her own separate entrance to the reception, so she could show off her second “reception dress”—which cost much more than my (singular) wedding dress, had a train, and was not remotely the “any shade of blue” I requested. Wanted to invite more than 100 of her own people to our 75-guest wedding. When we told her no, she *verbally* invited people—four extras, plus kids, showed up on the day-of.
Between DH and I, I thought we did a pretty good job of politely and firmly shutting her down. She must have been at least a little upset, though, because she showed up very late to both the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner in a **white lace dress** (which she had to special order, since it was the middle of winter) (I was supposed to be wearing a white lace dress as well, which she knew, but changed my mind at the last minute). I was nervous for the day-of solely because of whatever antics she would pull. The venue and vendors were all aware to watch out for her—or so I thought.
First, she called my hair salon two days before the wedding, and tried to add herself to my prebooked services. I wanted to keep the getting ready period relaxed and fun, so I just paid for one hairdresser for my sister, MOH and I, and we did our own makeup—super chill. JNMIL did not like this. She demanded the salon add her on, and indicated that they could just charge my card on file. They, of course, did not comply. However, she did manage to force them to open the salon early for her, and she asked the hairdresser for the exact same, rather-specific style as me. Petty, but whatever.
Then, she tried to force a “mother-son first look” with my husband—like she came up behind him as he had his back turned, waiting for me to tap him on the shoulder for the actual first look. The photographers refused to take the pictures. Then, she invited her ~entire~ extended family—like 30 people—to the family photos, despite our specific instructions that we were only taking a few photos of parents, grandparents and siblings. They awkwardly all stood around, looking dour, as she begged the photographers to “just spend ten extra minutes” on them.
I thought it was odd that she didn’t speak a word to me during the photos, although I did hear her complaining to DH that my dress fabric looked “filthy” from the ground. However, throughout the rest of the day, through the ceremony and reception and brunch the next morning—she didn’t. speak. a. single. word. to me. Not one word. She didn’t really speak to DH, either.
So, then, back to the ceremony. She refused to walk up the aisle during her assigned prelude, and instead waited until they were playing the literal bridal march. The church usher kept begging her to move, but she was stalwart in her position. She certainly never turned around to say a word to me.
The photographers and pastor both requested that everyone put their phones away for the ceremony. We have actual professional pictures of her in the front pew next to BIL, both with their heads bent down staring at their phones.
Next, the reception. From what I gather, the Extended Family was pissed about the photo situation—that they were ‘asked’ to get ready hours early, just to be refused their private portrait session or whatever. So a few of them didn’t show up to the reception, and most of the rest left before even finishing their meal, but after it had been plated—so we definingly still paid for it. The kicker was that they changed from the nice, appropriate cocktail/semiformal attire they wore for the “photo session” to jeans, sweatshirts, and sandals. I never thought I would be such a snob, but it felt like more than a faux-pax—it felt like an actual angry, hurtful slap-in-the-face for them to make this purposeful decision to change into loungewear for this elegant event we spent so much time and money on.
In addition to the change-of-outfits/absence, there were also uninvited guests. His mother gave what she called “verbal invites” to people we did not know. Our wedding was very small, so when we saw people in the cocktail hour we didn’t recognized, we assumed they were wedding crashers. My JYM went over to find out what the deal was and as it turns out, they were JNMIL’s darling friends she hadn’t seen since high school, plus their kids in tow. The venue charged us an extra fee to quickly set up space for them, and of course charged for their plates. JNMIL told my mom that the situation wasn’t her fault because, “I told your daughter there might be some extra people.” When JYM, knowing that wasn’t the case, pressed her further, she admitted “I may have forgotten to tell her,” but advised JYM to “relax.”
The dinner seemed to be going well, although she and JNFIL (BIL went to hotel room early) openly texted throughout my father’s and the MOH speech. We had to scrap a lot of the professional, candid photos of the whole evening—cocktail hour to dinner, even our brief first dance—because JNMIL and JNFIL & BIL were all bent over their lit-up phones in the background. DH and I eventually cut the cake, and as soon as we put the ceremonial taste forks back down, our DJ started playing a weird country song. We were perplexed—we had two meetings with our highly-recommended DJ, during which we laid out exactly what we wanted—minimal country or line dancing, and most importantly, NO parent-child dances (my father, while great, was uninterested, and we knew JNMIL would make a scene). The no-parent-dance rule was like the only music-related rule we really stressed, and documented multiple places. We even told the DJ to tell JNMIL “No” if she tried to persuade him otherwise. You can probably tell where this is going…
So the country music song plays, we’re still standing there with plates of cake in our hand, and DJ makes an announcement. “The mother of the groom has requested a dance with her first love.” [note: JNMIL met JNFIL after DH was born]. DH and I look at eachother, horrified, and both look at DJ, who avoids eye contact. DH mutters “should I do it?” By that point, JNMIL is already at his side and tugging on his arm. So I slink back to the sweetheart table, and they dance in the middle of the dance floor, moving around our still-displayed wedding cake. The song was four minutes long. For context, our ‘first dance’ song was thirty seconds long, because neither of us wanted to be the focus of attention for so long. Anyways, JNMIL starts audibly SOBBING. “My baby!!” My parents are looking at me, horrified, and I’m sure my facial expression was…not great.
When the song finally ends and the audience claps, JNMIL gives him a big smooch on the lips. DH immediately hightails it to me, and apologizes profusely—but of course, it’s not his fault. DJ also meets us at our table. Apparently, JNMIL DID ask him to make the announcement and play the song, and he “couldn’t say no.” He ended up leaving without picking up his cheque. JNMIL, satisfied, also left immediately after, before the cake was even served. She went back to her hotel room and uploaded 100 photos to social media about how great the night was.
The morning after the wedding, DH and I planned a small brunch at the hotel restaurant, just with our immediate family, to thank them and say goodbye. It was a fancy $35 buffet (best brunch you will EVER have I swear), which you had to reserve a seat for and pay for well ahead of time. DH explained to her multiple times that you couldn’t just show up, that she had to pay and then request seats at our table so they’d set the right amount. She refused it as too expensive, so we didn’t think much when she didn’t show up the day of. As DH and I say enjoying our meal, my parents got up to fill their plates—and guess who plunked directly in their seats? JNMIL and JNFIL. It became somewhat of an awkward scene where my overly polite parents tried to insist they’d sit somewhere else, but eventually, the waiters forced the JNs to move. However, they ‘somehow’ ended up on my parent’s bill.
Later, as we packed our hotel room for the honeymoon and organized the cards and gifts to keep track of thank-yous, we couldn’t help but notice that not a single member of his family (with the exception of one lovely set of grandparents) had gotten us card or present. I was legitimately worried that there was card-box thievery, until we realized that it wasn’t the case—just nobody, from the 30+ relatively well-off people on his side of the family had left even a single note. We figured we’d wait a few months to see if anything came late, but nothing showed up. Of course, we didn’t expect anything from anyone, and aren’t upset by the lack of material good or money. But it just felt like a huge slap in the face—that their son or grandson/nephew/cousin etc. got married, and they couldn’t be bothered to leave a kind written word—or too poisoned by JNMIL to do so. I purchased an album before the wedding to preserve all the cards and notes, so we could remember them for a while, but at this point, it’s just too sad of a reminder. I was also planning on still writing thank-yous to people who came and didn’t bring gifts—and I did, for everyone but his family. I know that’s bad and rude, and I should be ashamed. JNMIL even told DH that I should be ashamed. But the prospect of writing more than a dozen thank-you cards to people who hurt my DH so badly just seems impossible.
So all that said, two mornings after the wedding, I sat in the bathtub of our honeymoon suite and told DH straight up: No more Ms. Nice Guy. I told him about all of our interactions from my perspective, about how much she’s hurt me. That I’d tried so hard, for years, to be polite to his mother. That it had killed me, for years, to be treated with disdain by her. That our wedding was her chance to prove that she’s happy for her son, that I’m family now. And she absolutely blew it. Aside from her destructive antics, what hurt most was the silent treatment, coupled with the social media fawning. So I wasn’t going to be polite anymore. I was going to be cold and aloof and distant until she could show that things would be different, that she would change.
DH listened, understood, and agreed. He was upset, too. He waited a few weeks to calm down, then told JNMIL that she had to fix herself and apologize if she wanted any sort of relationship with me. JNMIL played the crying game with him, or as he calls it, “the kicked puppy act.” She waited six months to send me a “sorry if you misinterpreted my actions” text. She’s been following up with passive aggressive comments about me when she speaks with DH on the phone (“I guess she’s the type of person who is too busy for family” when I’m in the middle of grad school finals etc.). And to top it all off, she wants to plan an elaborate vow renewal for her and her husband next summer, since their cruise this summer got cancelled. I can’t explain the vindictive anger that makes me feel.
So yeah, I’m hurt. But I’m more pissed and hurt on behalf of DH. Part of me feels like I’m poisoning him, that I’m the evil DIL and none of this would have even crossed his mind if I wasn’t the way I am. The other half of me feels like DH has been mistreated for years, and I’m opening his eyes to the fact that he deserves better than this.
I can't stand to talk with her on the phone. Luckily we haven't seen each other since the wedding because of COVID and distance, but I can't stand the thought of seeing her again. All I can think about is everything bad or mean or hurtful she's ever done to DH or me.
Thank you for reading. Open to any advice or words.
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2020.12.03 18:25 SD-Casual-Fla SB/SD: 2020 Online Privacy Guide - Protect. Your. Identity.

Foreward:

Hello SLF SBs and SDs,
For the past few months, I've been working on a project for a family member to help cleanup their online presence. I won't get into the details to potentially risk exposing my family member, but I will reference certain sites which have activity pertaining to them along with what I've discovered as techniques for removal and/or cleanup.
I will primarily target SBs for this writeup, but I think there may be some SDs that might benefit from this as well. My target audience is for Americans, as many many other countries have laws already to protect your online identity via the EU's "Right to be Forgotten".
I am going to try my best to avoid preaching here or sounding judgmental, because at the end of the day we're all (hopefully) adults on this forum and your life and decisions you make are yours alone. You live as you best see fit, for yourself.
Just please remember, we live in a diverse and hyper-connected society where your rights to personal freedom won't always be respected or considered socially acceptable thanks to a couple thousand years of stigma in various cultural forms.

Trust is earned.

So who the hell am I? Just your friendly neighborhood Sugar Daddy.
I've been on and off Seeking for multiple years, and yeah I've even seen SWers in the past as well. I've met some truly wonderful people in the bowl, and had some amazing experiences in my time here.
I've also done some things I regret in my time in the lifestyle and made some shitty choices. I'm human. I'm flawed. I can't make amends for everything I regret, but I can try to atone and help others out.
I've thankfully never crossed the line into the being "outed" to the public. I suppose I'm also not that interesting, so maybe that helps a bit too? :)
My career is in Tech (that's all you're gonna get out of me ;>) and a couple decades dabbling in ITSEC.

How'd we get here? A cautionary tale.

So it's 2020, and the world is melting down. Maybe you lost your job, have no emergency savings or family support, and you're not sure how you can make rent this month. Maybe you live outside of your means. It doesn't really matter how you got here, but you're in dire financial straits and are trying to exhaust all of your options to get your life back on track.
Maybe you've seen your best friend's homegirl traveling to far off and extravagant vacations, or showcasing the luxurious material things you desire on their social media. You ask yourself, "What gives? Two months ago she was a broke college student just like me."
You DM her and she tells you about her success on OnlyFans. You do your homework and take the plunge. You create your account, work hard to build an online presence and fanbase, and eventually you start making money, real money. You're working hard to build your fanbase and hustling to make everyone happy and continue subscribing to you...then things start to unravel.
Maybe some asshole doxxes you (leaks your government name and/or work location, home address, etc.).
Maybe some asshole re-shares your content on another site and due to the nature of things it continuously gets re-shared again, and again and again.
Maybe some important family member discovers what you've been up to and disowns you.
Maybe a prospective employer skips your otherwise qualified resume because they spent two minutes in a Google search and they're able to find your entire library of highly personalized and often stigmatized online activity and they ultimately only care about how it would affect their company's image.
It doesn't really matter how you got here...but either way, the cat's out the bag...
Your worst day or decisions you regret shouldn't be something you have to re-live forever. So how the fuck do we fix this mess?
Read below, and I'll try to help you.

Psychology of Porn/Adult Content Production and Consumers

So if there's one thing I've learned in the past couple months, its that porn actors or anyone in a public SW-adjacent lifestyle tend to have this ratcheting-up effect with their work. Once your "fans" have seen you do one trick, they might want to see another of something more obscene, or extreme.
Like a heroin addict, they're chasing the high of their first time or perhaps some niche/extreme fetish.
Unfortunately, once you've given them one thing they tend to want more and will push you to the limits of your boundaries and sense of self worth.
Maybe they want your nudes at first, but then they want a video of you masturbating, or a sex tape of you, or a "cashmeet", or to prostitute you.
You are not a human to these "fans", but instead a fantasy or something to be objectified. Maybe it's fun because you're in control of the situation...until suddenly you are not.

Should one (bad) socially stigmatized decision haunt you forever?

Here in the United States, particularly this year, the idea of "cancel culture" has run amuck. We've seen famous celebrities taken down for insensitive posts written years ago, or otherwise random private citizens lose their careers, social status or even family due to their worst possible day in life being on repeat for the world again, and again and again.
Until we have some real online privacy laws in this country with teeth, the decisions we make can and will likely follow us for a very long time unless we're smart about what we put out there and how we manage things.
So let's get smarter, eh?
OpSec (Operational Security) Guide
I'm sure the forum already has something for this, but I'm going to just share some basic talking points to make sure I've said this. Will add more here if there's any additional interest in the "before things get bad"/opsec part of my spiel.
  1. Always use and share fake number that you own. Google Voice is my free favorite here. Reverse phone number searches are incredibly easy, and you might be surprised how much information you can find about yourself on the web just by doing a simple phone number search (pro tip: don't forget to include dashes ("-") as these change how search engines treat strings versus numbers.
  2. Use an alias. Don't give anyone your real name until you've established some real and tangible trust. Nobody has the right to your name, and much like a phone number your name (especially if unique) can reveal a lot of information about you, to the world.
  3. Don't share your address/Meet in public first. This obviously won't apply to everything related to online presence, but nobody should know where you live. This is your first line of defense and your home should be your sanctuary. If you ever get your home privacy compromised, there are several legal routes you can take to fix this.
  4. Snapchat, Pericospe, etc. are not actually very private...especially for Android users. Screen recording apps are plentiful, and many are free and easy to use. Additionally, can can simply use another device to record any content which you've otherwise "sworn them to secrecy" on.
  5. Nudes/Sex Tapes. My general advice here is "just don't do it". But, if you do go this route, be aware that they may not love or adore you forever...and jaded lovers can cause problems for your livelihood if things go really bad. You do have some legal protections here though, and ultimately what's to stop someone from recording you in secret? Not much.
  6. Get your money first. SBs: Get your money at the start of your first real sugar date (especially if you're new to this lifestyle). SDs: Don't fucking send money to people you've never met. If the scammers can't get anymore easy mark SDs, they'll move on. Don't reward bad behavior.
  7. Hide your face? I'm not sure what to say here, honestly. Facial recognition software and its use in search engines has already been executed. There are other websites (which I will avoid listing here because, do your own fucking homework if you're trying to reverse search someone's pic) which you can plug in a picture of a person and you might be surprised by just how accurate their search results are should you have the image itself, or other related images of you, publicly available on the web. In the context of sugaring, you will want to know what each person looks like prior to meeting. In the context of putting yourself out there with risque content, I would say avoid leaking your face to the web at all costs because it only takes one person to copy and re-share it to make it un-deleteable.

Cat's already out the bag - how do I clean this shit up? Tools to help you.

Pre-work:
  1. Make a list of the content, where its located, and any notes about it which you'll reference later on. Refer back to this often to verify removals.
  2. Use incognito searches to verify content is removed. Certain sites will "hide" reported content from your view, but it will very much remain on the public web.
Google Searches: Google has this free utility called a Content Removal Tool. This only works if the content no longer exists on the web, or has been changed to remove certain search keywords. Great for use AFTER contacting a webhost/service to get your content removed and then have it no longer appear in Google's cached results. This tool will remove web links, video and image searches from Google.
Take some time to familiarize yourself with Google's search operators. Not only does having strong Google-fu make you a generally bad ass human, but it also is helpful for scouring the web for any potential content you'd rather not exist in a public search, and leveraging Google to search specific websites.
Please note this will not scrub the web for other popular search engines or sites that do Internet Archival, nor will this remove content from the dark web. But hell, if you're looking for a professional job I highly recommend cleaning up Google as it will be the go-to for most prospective HR or hiring managers.
Other social media (Reddit, Instagram, TikTok, Snapchat, YouTube, Facebook etc): Each of these sites has their own privacy/DMCA removal tools. General rule of thumb is to contact the content upload first, then if they refuse to remove or are unresponsive in a timely manner (give them three to five business days), then you can report the content to the social media site.
Reddit, YouTube and Facebook are great at removing content when you go the legal DMCA/Privacy removal path. Jury's still out on Insta and TikTok, but I will update this section as my journey continues.
IMHO, Snapchat is a dumpster fire. You have been warned.
Porn/Adult/Escort Websites: Ladies and Gentleman, you have some MAJOR rights here in the US. Thanks to the advent of Revenge Porn laws (and countless people having their lives ruined or seriously disrupted thanks to it), any site which hosts explicit adult content has an extremely narrow window to respond to requests for content removal in a timely manner.
Most of the major sites have an easy to locate removal option at the bottom of their website. Or, when in doubt, contact their technical support.
If you hit a third-party site which may or may not be hosted in the US, things can get much trickier since you'll likely need to track down their webhost and file a complaint with them for removal...this could be a months-long endeavor so... consider yourself warned.
"Paid" Online Reputation Cleanup Services:
This stuff generally feels like a scam to me. I had one site quote $3xxx per website for cleanup. No service warranty, or any idea if they're actually good at their work. My advice: Skip this shit and DIY it until you've exhausted all options.

A note about the Dark Web and Private Servers

Unless you know where to look and have infinite time at your disposal, it will be next to impossible to ever truly remove content which you do not consent to having others' control, from the web in its entirety.
However, if someone uses this content to harass you or otherwise injure your reputation, we have plenty of laws which will work in your favor (and possibly a sizeable monetary civil result) should you need to take that route.
Understand that nothing is ever 'truly gone' from the internet, but it can be made much more difficult to find in general. Also note that there are independent agencies out there which will support you in the removal of such content. It is a difficult, and very whack-a-mole-esque process, but it is definitely doable.

Closing Words

You are allowed to make mistakes, it is part of the human experience. Don't beat yourself up too much, or berate yourself too much over a bad decision. Grow beyond this, learn from the experience, and be the better for it.
Fuck the haters, the narcissists and the self-interested. You have friends and people in this life who will work to help you. Learn the difference between a real friend and a fake friend and you will go far in life.
Practice mindfulness and gratitude. Find meaning in the simple.
Ohm, baby. Ohm.
Watch me if you find this all overwhelming.
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2020.12.03 18:03 toshex VW Golf MK7 Losing coolant, wet spots around engine bay

VW Golf MK7 Losing coolant, wet spots around engine bay
Hi, a month and a half ago my car (VW Golf MK7, built 2017) showed a warning about coolant level. Indeed the coolant was super low in the coolant tank (barely any in the white plastic bottle). So I refilled the coolant and have been monitoring since. It was barely noticeable but it was decreasing ever so slightly. Could not be certain though.
However yesterday (after a 400km trip) I noticed a significant drop from what was a level of almost to the top line:
BEFORE

AFTER
At this point I started to worry. Granted I hadn't found any leaks before but the weather was very warm. Today (cold weather) I was able to notice wet spots around the engine area. Granted these probably existed before as well, but were not so prevalent and probably dried up quicker, there were stains on these areas but were dried up.
These areas are as follows:
  1. On the right side of the engine bay, under some heavy duty looking pipes, just left and under the car battery:
LEFT OF CAR BATTERY

POOL OF LIQUID ON TOP OF SOME ENGINE METAL BIT UNDER THE SAME PIPES, SAME GENERAL AREA
  1. Under the engine there is a plastic cover all through the bottom of the car. This plastic cover isn't damaged in any way that I can see from the engine bay, and acts as a kind of floor under the engine. There are damp spots and wet pools on both sides of this plastic, just under the left and right wheel arches (sorry for the dark images it was night time when I went to take pictures):

RIGHT SIDE OF ENGINE BAY, JUST UNDER WHEEL ARCH - WET SPOT ON TOP THE PLASTIC FLOOR SHIELD THING

BARELY VISIBLE BUT IT'S THERE - LEFT SIDE OF ENGINE BAY, JUST UNDER WHEEL ARCH - WET SPOT ON TOP THE PLASTIC FLOOR SHIELD THING
Now I have already booked a service appointment with the dealership service. They are the official service for this region, and the one that sold me the car and have been maintaining it (without any issues to this point). The car has only been ever touched by their service professionals and has had all it's service checks so far. I've never tweaked or touched anything, nor have had it serviced or touch by any other individual or service center. It's a pretty new car, and I myself do not know much about car mechanic work.
But the service date is 1 week from now and I clearly need my vehicle in functioning order asap. I could take it to another reputable service, but am reluctant if the issue is not grave.
I am also worried of being overcharged or the issue being blown out of proportion - so my question is: can you speculate based on these images as to what the problem might be, and how serious it is?
Despite this issue the car runs perfectly but am trying to be mindful and not run it as much as I can until the service date.
Any tips and info is welcome and I am extremely grateful for taking the time to check out this post and provide me with opinions. Thank you!
EDIT: CAR DETAILS
  • Year - 2017
  • Make/Model - VW GOLF MK7
  • Mileage - 42.000 Km / 26100 miles
  • Engine size - 1.2l TSI
  • Transmission Type (Automatic or Manual) - Manual
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2020.12.03 17:35 phillygoat [Blue] Heuer 510.503 Chronograph - 100 spots at $30/ea with X spot limit.


Item Name: Heuer 510.503 Chronograph
Price: 3000
# of Spots: 100
Price Justification: $2985 - August 4th 2020 - Different Colorway
Price Justification: Sold $3500 hodinkee
Price Justification: Sold $2494 Watchcharts/ebay
Price Justification: Still available - $4312.25 ebay
Price Justification: Still available - $2908 + shipping C24
Call spots? Yessir
Spot limit per person? nope
Location/Country: USA
Will ship international? USA
Timestamp/pics: FULL ALBUM HERE
Escrow: Yessir, u/phillygoat for u/_re_m_i_x (with a _ on each end, but the reddit keeps turning it to italics... haha)
Description: This Heuer chronograph is in overall very nice condition but as you’d expect, it has certainly been worn and enjoyed over the years. The case and bracelet have some scratches and there is a small dent on the outside of the case between 9-10pm but the pewter coating is still present and in spots where it’s worn down a little it's been smooth wear and it’s not very noticeable at all. Service history is unknown, but it winds and keeps time well. After winding it takes a few flicks of the wrist to get it going. I asked my watchmaker about that and he said it’s acceptable for vintage movements to work like that but that a full service would likely cure it - it’s never bothered me enough. The hands are in great shape and the neon Orange on the chronograph hands really pops. This series has an impressive 4 hand stack, hour, minute, chronograph seconds, and chronograph minutes. The sub dials are: 12pm - 24 hour 6pm - chronograph hours - 9pm - seconds. This is one of the earlier references with just the date and the separated heuer / automatic logo. The crystal was replaced with a custom cut sapphire crystal. These came stock with mineral glass so sapphire is a huge upgrade. Unsigned crown and clasp some models had signed crowns but it wasn’t consistent in my understanding. This was a transitional model with the earlier years being heuer and the model line ending with tag heuer versions. More info about this series here: http://www.onthedash.com/chronograph/reference-501-503-pewter-coated-case/ - specs: Maker: Heuer Model: Automatic Chronograph, Reference: 510.503, Year: 1980s, Material: Pewter PVD-coated stainless steel, Dimensions: 45.25mm x 41.4mm (Height x Width); 15.33mm thickness, Crystal: Custom Cut Sapphire Crystal (Uncoated), Lume:, Yes, tritium, Caliber: Automatic Lemania 5100 ,Bracelet/Strap: Pewter PVD-coated Heuer stainless steel bracelet ,Clasp / Crown: Unsigned , lLug Width: 20mm, Box/Papers: No

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2020.12.03 14:20 XenonXander (19m) Asked out a girl (18f) from my old job!

At my old job, I always thought this one girl was super cute and we had alot in common. I never wanted to be creepy or weird though, so I never asked her out while i was working there. We did grab lunch one time though, and it went well. No awkward silences or anything, talking the whole time and I enjoyed it. Yesterday I went to visit my old co-workers and she was there, she had on this new eyeliner which looked really pretty. And in that moment, I thought, what's the worst that could happen? I was too nervous to do it in person, and wasn't sure if doing it while she was at work would be appropriate. So when I got home I texted her confessing I always thought she was cute and funny and asked her out. She took a while to reply so my mind was running, thinking I crossed a line or she didn't like me. She finally got back to me saying work was just really busy and she said yes! I'm excited to go out, this time knowing it's a date. Unsure if I should try to kiss her after the date or wait until a second date. But I'm very much looking forward to it! I'm thinking like Dave and Buster's or something, because it seems like it'd be fun to have dinner then get to go to the arcade afterwards. Any tips or advice anyone can give?
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2020.12.03 08:56 jasonpowersministry Christian Presents - Beautiful Spiritual Presents For Those of the Christian Confidence

Meaningful Christian gifts are a remarkable means to claim "thanks" or "I care" to your priests, priests, bible study groups, petition teams, or any relative or good friend in demand of a little boost of faith. The power such a present can have on it's recipient is genuinely amazing! From causing feelings of convenience and also support to love as well as appreciation, you can truly touch somebody's soul via the power of a gift; and the happiness it gives the giver is obvious as well! How do you identify the gift of the Holy Spirit Below are a number of certain ideas of purposeful Christian presents, together with pricing info as well as acquiring tips.
Comfort Cross Stones & Angel Concern Stones
These attractive pocket-sized stones have crosses and/or angels within them, and also can be held or massaged to bring about sensations of calmness as well as link. Lots of people utilize their rocks throughout prayer or meditation, however as a result of their portable size, they can likewise select you every day to work as special reminders of your belief and how you plan to treat yourself as well as others each day. The holy spirit bible study These distinct rocks likewise make wonderful wedding celebration prefers, baby shower prefers, memorial gifts, etc. As a matter of fact, most stones can have a few words or dates laser engraved by your regional engraver, enabling you to include an added unique touch.
Convenience Crosses and also Angel Stones generally sell for around $6.99 each.
Clinging Crosses
These lovely as well as unique hand-held crosses are made especially to fit within the contour of your hand, making them very easy to hold during prayer or meditation.
Smaller variations of the Clinging Cross are additionally offered as pendants, pendants as well as keychains, making it simpler to find a gift that's within your price variety.
Huge hand-held Clinging Crosses usually sell for around $17.99 as well as the smaller variations usually cost around $11.99.
Gabrielle's Fleece Hand-Knitted Petition Covering Sets for Children
These lovely blankets are one of a kind baby treasure coverings. Every one features a mounted collection of petitions especially for your youngster, along with an antique box and also cells paper.
Each covering is hand-made as well as every stitch of every blanket has actually been hoped over - so each infant will essentially be covered in petitions each time they cuddle up with this exceptionally soft covering!
Gabrielle's Fleece Prayer Covering Establishes generally sell for around $39.94 and also make terrific infant shower as well as birth presents, in addition to special gifts for those babies and also kids that are experiencing a health problem.
Proclomations Cross Ornaments
These stunning cross ornaments consist of motivational scriptures referring to enjoy, wish, true blessings, and so on. and can be hung throughout your home or office throughout the year (rather than accessories that are just suitable at Xmas time).
Proclomations Cross Ornaments typically cost about $6.99 each.
Angel Gifts & Design
Angels play an important role in the Christian faith, acting as great carriers of love, hope and also peace. And also because of this, angel gifts have the incredible power to cause such feelings as comfort, love, hope, support and motivation within both the provider and also the receiver of such presents.
Some of our favorite angel gifts consist of:
Willow Tree Collectible Angel Figurines and Ornaments - These gorgeous angels "talk" with their gestures, and also their soft colors allow them to fit seamlessly within any style of decor. Each angel also includes a short inspirational or meaningful stating, allowing you to easily find a gift to fit the belief, celebration or circumstance at hand.
Willow Tree Angels typically cost between $9.99 as well as $39.99, depending on their dimension.
AngelStar Angel Present - A number of things collaborated to make AngelStar angels added unique. Initially, there is a fantastic attention to information, 2nd, the angel wings on every one of their items really sparkle in light, making them absolutely beautiful, as well as last, you receive products of premium quality for actually wonderful rates.
This line includes such items as angel figurines, keepsake boxes, magnets, ornaments, indications, stones, urns, flower holders as well as more.
Costs normally vary from $6.99 to $49.99 for most things, with containers ranging in rate from $84.99 to $549.99.
Purchasing Tips
Right here are a couple of purchasing tips for you to take into consideration prior to making a purchase:
  1. If you will be buying 12 or more of the exact same thing, contact the vendor as well as ask if they can provide you with a bulk price cut. Even if the price cut is relatively tiny, it can amount to major cost savings when acquiring a large amount.
  2. Seek sites that supply free delivery on larger orders. Due to the fact that delivery costs have raised greatly over the in 2014 or so, this could suggest huge financial savings for you.
  3. If you are buying a gift for somebody, take a minute to consider what it is that you really wish to state through your present - what feelings or ideas do you want the recipient to have each time they look at or use your present? Understanding this in advance will make your present search much easier.
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