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F4M SEARCHING FOR LONG TERM PARTNERS! {18+, LONG POST}

2020.12.04 21:49 ickyduck F4M SEARCHING FOR LONG TERM PARTNERS! {18+, LONG POST}

Hello there! My name is Rian and today I am looking for a long term partner. I am planning to be a bit more picky this time around, due to being disappointed a fair amount in the past. But please don't let that discourage you! I will probably not answer if you simply send me a 'hey' or, 'I'm interested' I want to see an introduction, maybe an example of your writing as well! I apologize for the length, but I'm really trying to be specific so I do not end up getting anyone upset with me!
For starters, I do not enjoy fandom RolePlay's, instead I really prefer creating our own characters, and working through their issues and stories. Sometimes I will include another character, maybe to help the story go along, but I also do not do very many multi-character RolePlay's. I am looking for someone who will be able to keep up completely with my posts, which usually will consist of 4 or more paragraphs (I will give an example of my writing at the very end!) I am a fairly detailed writer, and really enjoy writing in general. I post multiple times a day if I am not busy, however I will make it known if I am busy. If it is a busy day, at minimum, I will post once, but usually I prefer to do more than that! I would also expect the same from you, just a bit of communication and honesty goes a long way. As for smut, I prefer to RolePlay through them, rather than 'fade to black', which means I would prefer if you were okay with that as well!
As for themes, I really enjoy doing a lot of things! We can change things up, and we can definitely talk through more ideas. I did not list any historic prompts below, but that theme is always on the table if you have any ideas! There are a few things that I have been wanting to try, that I will list below~
  1. Human X Vampire, werewolf, etc.-
I really enjoy the whole theme of an oblivious human living among some sort of creature. Normally I play the human role, because I am pretty oblivious myself! I have done a few RolePlay's under this theme, where both characters were living together, which made keeping the secret fairly intense. Overall, I just enjoy this type of fantasy and would be super into trying it out again!
  1. Mafia boss X Courtesan -
This is another theme that I have done before, but I didn't really get to explore it all that much. I think it's a very interesting theme, that we could do a lot with. I am actually definitely leaning more towards this one. This theme may include gore, and violence, so if we would like to do this, we can go over limits!
  1. Stockholm Syndrome -
This is something I have not tried yet, even though the idea of it has sort of interested me. I'm not too sure how to go about it, so if you are experienced in this theme, I would love to talk to you more in depth! If not, we could always talk through the story, and decide what would be the best way to go through the story.
Those are just some basic themes, if you are interested, and do end up messaging me-- I would love to hear your ideas! Whether you would like to try one of my themes or if you have your own, just let me know! Now I will post an example of my writing without the description of my character, I've learned that people tend to steal descriptions. If you are interested, please feel free to message me with some information about yourself, and which theme you would like. Once again, if you message me with a simple, ' I'm interested.' I will probably not answer! Here is my writing example~
Life, for me, had never been easy, and honestly- I truly hate feeling bad for myself. In my opinion, that was the worst thing to do. However, as I grew, I quickly started seeing all of my faults. My parents weren't abusive, god I hated that word, just overbearing. They only trusted me to be around one person, almost as if they had decided my fate for me, a childhood friend. Truly back then, he was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. A lonely girl, in an extremely lonely world, with only one person that gave her the happiness and love she desperately needed. Of course something would have gone wrong. Honestly, I was surprised that it lasted as long as it had. In middle school I could see him starting to distance, it was small things at first, just canceling last minute, or leaving early. They were so small and insignificant that I never really noticed until he was already gone. By freshman year of high school, he had completely disappeared from my life.
I was heartbroken, I had just come to realize that I had feelings for him, my only friend, and he was gone. It sounds like some kind of sob story for the ages, but for me, it truly was my turning point. Very quickly I realized I hated the world, especially so for taking him away from me. The world almost gifted that perfect and gorgeous girl with him. She had everything, blonde hair, thin body, and now, she had him. It was like a slap to the face finding out that they were dating. My downwards spiral had already been moving quickly, and after that news, it sky rocketed to the ground. I was at rock bottom senior year, and- he didn't notice, or... maybe he just didn't care. I was angry, furious even, everyone in this world got everything, and yet when it came to me, I was left with nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I moved out of that stupid town after that, it wasn't worth my time, the sadness I felt, wasn't worth my time either. It was difficult, but I had finally come to the realization, that if he had actually cared about me, I would have known. He would have been there for me. It's been maybe five years since I left, and- surprisingly, things have been great for me. I graduated college, and have been doing mural work for about a year now. Painting had always been something I loved, and so it was a miracle that I was able to find a way to actually make a career out of it. It was nearly Christmas, my parents had been begging me to come home for years now, and I was never able to work up the courage. This year, however, I had been offered a job back home, things lined up almost too perfectly, and I have been in town for a week now. The nostalgia was gut wrenching. I though I was able to escape it, but now I knew that wasn't true. I was so different from back then, barely able to be recognized though I had been a few times. That was how I got invited to a house party.
I didn't want to go, something like that never interested me, the drinking, the drugs, the dancing, all of it sounded disgusting to me. However, one thing did interest me, and that was proving everyone wrong. I was absolutely certain that everyone must have thought I was some kind of boring girl, who didn't know how to have fun. Which wasn't true, not at all. So, I decided to go. It was late Friday night, maybe about 11:30, and I had been here for about 2 hours. It was a lot more boring than I thought it would be. Really, it's just been people drinking and talking. I sigh softly, standing up from my lonely spot on the couch, empty red solo cup in hand. I walk straight for the kitchen, my mind sort of running rapidly in my head. Mostly about silly things, like the girls outfit that I had just walked by, or the idea of leaving. I toss my cup in the trash, replacing it for a bottle of water for now. I walk back out of the kitchen, glancing around one last time, before deciding it was time to leave.
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2020.12.04 21:47 ickyduck F4M SEARCHING FOR LONG TERM PARTNERS! {Discord, 18+, LONG POST}

Hello there! My name is Rian and today I am looking for a long term partner. I am planning to be a bit more picky this time around, due to being disappointed a fair amount in the past. But please don't let that discourage you! I will probably not answer if you simply send me a 'hey' or, 'I'm interested' I want to see an introduction, maybe an example of your writing as well! I apologize for the length, but I'm really trying to be specific so I do not end up getting anyone upset with me!
For starters, I do not enjoy fandom RolePlay's, instead I really prefer creating our own characters, and working through their issues and stories. Sometimes I will include another character, maybe to help the story go along, but I also do not do very many multi-character RolePlay's. I am looking for someone who will be able to keep up completely with my posts, which usually will consist of 4 or more paragraphs (I will give an example of my writing at the very end!) I am a fairly detailed writer, and really enjoy writing in general. I post multiple times a day if I am not busy, however I will make it known if I am busy. If it is a busy day, at minimum, I will post once, but usually I prefer to do more than that! I would also expect the same from you, just a bit of communication and honesty goes a long way. As for smut, I prefer to RolePlay through them, rather than 'fade to black', which means I would prefer if you were okay with that as well!
As for themes, I really enjoy doing a lot of things! We can change things up, and we can definitely talk through more ideas. I did not list any historic prompts below, but that theme is always on the table if you have any ideas! There are a few things that I have been wanting to try, that I will list below~
  1. Human X Vampire, werewolf, etc.-
I really enjoy the whole theme of an oblivious human living among some sort of creature. Normally I play the human role, because I am pretty oblivious myself! I have done a few RolePlay's under this theme, where both characters were living together, which made keeping the secret fairly intense. Overall, I just enjoy this type of fantasy and would be super into trying it out again!
  1. Mafia boss X Courtesan -
This is another theme that I have done before, but I didn't really get to explore it all that much. I think it's a very interesting theme, that we could do a lot with. I am actually definitely leaning more towards this one. This theme may include gore, and violence, so if we would like to do this, we can go over limits!
  1. Stockholm Syndrome -
This is something I have not tried yet, even though the idea of it has sort of interested me. I'm not too sure how to go about it, so if you are experienced in this theme, I would love to talk to you more in depth! If not, we could always talk through the story, and decide what would be the best way to go through the story.
Those are just some basic themes, if you are interested, and do end up messaging me-- I would love to hear your ideas! Whether you would like to try one of my themes or if you have your own, just let me know! Now I will post an example of my writing without the description of my character, I've learned that people tend to steal descriptions. If you are interested, please feel free to message me with some information about yourself, and which theme you would like. Once again, if you message me with a simple, ' I'm interested.' I will probably not answer! Here is my writing example~
Life, for me, had never been easy, and honestly- I truly hate feeling bad for myself. In my opinion, that was the worst thing to do. However, as I grew, I quickly started seeing all of my faults. My parents weren't abusive, god I hated that word, just overbearing. They only trusted me to be around one person, almost as if they had decided my fate for me, a childhood friend. Truly back then, he was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. A lonely girl, in an extremely lonely world, with only one person that gave her the happiness and love she desperately needed. Of course something would have gone wrong. Honestly, I was surprised that it lasted as long as it had. In middle school I could see him starting to distance, it was small things at first, just canceling last minute, or leaving early. They were so small and insignificant that I never really noticed until he was already gone. By freshman year of high school, he had completely disappeared from my life.
I was heartbroken, I had just come to realize that I had feelings for him, my only friend, and he was gone. It sounds like some kind of sob story for the ages, but for me, it truly was my turning point. Very quickly I realized I hated the world, especially so for taking him away from me. The world almost gifted that perfect and gorgeous girl with him. She had everything, blonde hair, thin body, and now, she had him. It was like a slap to the face finding out that they were dating. My downwards spiral had already been moving quickly, and after that news, it sky rocketed to the ground. I was at rock bottom senior year, and- he didn't notice, or... maybe he just didn't care. I was angry, furious even, everyone in this world got everything, and yet when it came to me, I was left with nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I moved out of that stupid town after that, it wasn't worth my time, the sadness I felt, wasn't worth my time either. It was difficult, but I had finally come to the realization, that if he had actually cared about me, I would have known. He would have been there for me. It's been maybe five years since I left, and- surprisingly, things have been great for me. I graduated college, and have been doing mural work for about a year now. Painting had always been something I loved, and so it was a miracle that I was able to find a way to actually make a career out of it. It was nearly Christmas, my parents had been begging me to come home for years now, and I was never able to work up the courage. This year, however, I had been offered a job back home, things lined up almost too perfectly, and I have been in town for a week now. The nostalgia was gut wrenching. I though I was able to escape it, but now I knew that wasn't true. I was so different from back then, barely able to be recognized though I had been a few times. That was how I got invited to a house party.
I didn't want to go, something like that never interested me, the drinking, the drugs, the dancing, all of it sounded disgusting to me. However, one thing did interest me, and that was proving everyone wrong. I was absolutely certain that everyone must have thought I was some kind of boring girl, who didn't know how to have fun. Which wasn't true, not at all. So, I decided to go. It was late Friday night, maybe about 11:30, and I had been here for about 2 hours. It was a lot more boring than I thought it would be. Really, it's just been people drinking and talking. I sigh softly, standing up from my lonely spot on the couch, empty red solo cup in hand. I walk straight for the kitchen, my mind sort of running rapidly in my head. Mostly about silly things, like the girls outfit that I had just walked by, or the idea of leaving. I toss my cup in the trash, replacing it for a bottle of water for now. I walk back out of the kitchen, glancing around one last time, before deciding it was time to leave.
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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 18:38 ickyduck F4M SEARCHING FOR LONG TERM PARTNERS! {Discord, 18+, LONG POST}

Hello there! My name is Rian and today I am looking for a long term partner. I am planning to be a bit more picky this time around, due to being disappointed a fair amount in the past. But please don't let that discourage you! I will probably not answer if you simply send me a 'hey' or, 'I'm interested' I want to see an introduction, maybe an example of your writing as well! I apologize for the length, but I'm really trying to be specific so I do not end up getting anyone upset with me!
For starters, I do not enjoy fandom RolePlay's, instead I really prefer creating our own characters, and working through their issues and stories. Sometimes I will include another character, maybe to help the story go along, but I also do not do very many multi-character RolePlay's. I am looking for someone who will be able to keep up completely with my posts, which usually will consist of 4 or more paragraphs (I will give an example of my writing at the very end!) I am a fairly detailed writer, and really enjoy writing in general. I post multiple times a day if I am not busy, however I will make it known if I am busy. If it is a busy day, at minimum, I will post once, but usually I prefer to do more than that! I would also expect the same from you, just a bit of communication and honesty goes a long way. As for smut, I prefer to RolePlay through them, rather than 'fade to black', which means I would prefer if you were okay with that as well!
As for themes, I really enjoy doing a lot of things! We can change things up, and we can definitely talk through more ideas. I did not list any historic prompts below, but that theme is always on the table if you have any ideas! There are a few things that I have been wanting to try, that I will list below~
  1. Human X Vampire, werewolf, etc.-
I really enjoy the whole theme of an oblivious human living among some sort of creature. Normally I play the human role, because I am pretty oblivious myself! I have done a few RolePlay's under this theme, where both characters were living together, which made keeping the secret fairly intense. Overall, I just enjoy this type of fantasy and would be super into trying it out again!
  1. Mafia boss X Courtesan -
This is another theme that I have done before, but I didn't really get to explore it all that much. I think it's a very interesting theme, that we could do a lot with. I am actually definitely leaning more towards this one. This theme may include gore, and violence, so if we would like to do this, we can go over limits!
  1. Stockholm Syndrome -
This is something I have not tried yet, even though the idea of it has sort of interested me. I'm not too sure how to go about it, so if you are experienced in this theme, I would love to talk to you more in depth! If not, we could always talk through the story, and decide what would be the best way to go through the story.
Those are just some basic themes, if you are interested, and do end up messaging me-- I would love to hear your ideas! Whether you would like to try one of my themes or if you have your own, just let me know! Now I will post an example of my writing without the description of my character, I've learned that people tend to steal descriptions. If you are interested, please feel free to message me with some information about yourself, and which theme you would like. Once again, if you message me with a simple, ' I'm interested.' I will probably not answer! Here is my writing example~
Life, for me, had never been easy, and honestly- I truly hate feeling bad for myself. In my opinion, that was the worst thing to do. However, as I grew, I quickly started seeing all of my faults. My parents weren't abusive, god I hated that word, just overbearing. They only trusted me to be around one person, almost as if they had decided my fate for me, a childhood friend. Truly back then, he was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. A lonely girl, in an extremely lonely world, with only one person that gave her the happiness and love she desperately needed. Of course something would have gone wrong. Honestly, I was surprised that it lasted as long as it had. In middle school I could see him starting to distance, it was small things at first, just canceling last minute, or leaving early. They were so small and insignificant that I never really noticed until he was already gone. By freshman year of high school, he had completely disappeared from my life.
I was heartbroken, I had just come to realize that I had feelings for him, my only friend, and he was gone. It sounds like some kind of sob story for the ages, but for me, it truly was my turning point. Very quickly I realized I hated the world, especially so for taking him away from me. The world almost gifted that perfect and gorgeous girl with him. She had everything, blonde hair, thin body, and now, she had him. It was like a slap to the face finding out that they were dating. My downwards spiral had already been moving quickly, and after that news, it sky rocketed to the ground. I was at rock bottom senior year, and- he didn't notice, or... maybe he just didn't care. I was angry, furious even, everyone in this world got everything, and yet when it came to me, I was left with nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I moved out of that stupid town after that, it wasn't worth my time, the sadness I felt, wasn't worth my time either. It was difficult, but I had finally come to the realization, that if he had actually cared about me, I would have known. He would have been there for me. It's been maybe five years since I left, and- surprisingly, things have been great for me. I graduated college, and have been doing mural work for about a year now. Painting had always been something I loved, and so it was a miracle that I was able to find a way to actually make a career out of it. It was nearly Christmas, my parents had been begging me to come home for years now, and I was never able to work up the courage. This year, however, I had been offered a job back home, things lined up almost too perfectly, and I have been in town for a week now. The nostalgia was gut wrenching. I though I was able to escape it, but now I knew that wasn't true. I was so different from back then, barely able to be recognized though I had been a few times. That was how I got invited to a house party.
I didn't want to go, something like that never interested me, the drinking, the drugs, the dancing, all of it sounded disgusting to me. However, one thing did interest me, and that was proving everyone wrong. I was absolutely certain that everyone must have thought I was some kind of boring girl, who didn't know how to have fun. Which wasn't true, not at all. So, I decided to go. It was late Friday night, maybe about 11:30, and I had been here for about 2 hours. It was a lot more boring than I thought it would be. Really, it's just been people drinking and talking. I sigh softly, standing up from my lonely spot on the couch, empty red solo cup in hand. I walk straight for the kitchen, my mind sort of running rapidly in my head. Mostly about silly things, like the girls outfit that I had just walked by, or the idea of leaving. I toss my cup in the trash, replacing it for a bottle of water for now. I walk back out of the kitchen, glancing around one last time, before deciding it was time to leave.
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2020.12.04 06:38 Makhairo A Rundown of Each Gang In Cyberpunk 2077

Hey all, Here is a rundown of the details of each gang, ranging from sphere of influence, crimes, uniforms, where they reside and how they make money in Night City. If you keep up to date with the lore, most of this information will not be new to you, so don't expect anything fancy. This is mainly for those who want some basic information on each of the gangs, and don't invest a lot of time into the lore. Hence, this information is kept very basic and straight forward.
If you want a video format of this information, here is a link, but I highly suggesting reading it, as well as other material too! --> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NI13y1xF63o
Most of this information can be found directly on the Cyberpunk Wiki: https://cyberpunk.fandom.com/wiki/Category:Gangs
The Maelstrom Gang
The Maelstrom Gang is the most dangerous of Night City's gangs. With 1300 members, they reside within the Watson district, and spawned from the remains of a previous gang called the Metal Warriors. When this gang was almost fully wiped out, the Maelstrom gang replaced it, and grew exponentially in size. They took shelter in Watson, within a pig slaughterhouse called the All Food Plant. This is where the brains of their organisation stays.
The Maelstrom specialise with illegal medicines and drugs, being their primary form of income. Before selling these, they usually acquire such illicit objects from organised raids and hit jobs on whoever they deem needs to be taken out. They do not discriminate - they will kill anyone and anything to get to the top, and to get what they want. Think of them a lot like the Mafia - very organised and structural, where you need to do your part for the organisation, otherwise it's game over for you.
Like many of the gangs in Night City, they own a club, called the Totentanz Club. It is said to be the most popular of all clubs in Night City that are owned by a gang. They also have their own uniform, containing clothes of leather and chrome, alongside their array of high-tech cyberware. Their kind of gang structure has a particular name for it - a Boostergang. These are gangs with members who often enhance themselves with cybernetics. In fact, many Maelstrom members are Cyberpsychos - a mental illness of identity loss due to an excessive amount of cyberware on one's body. They lose a sense of what and who they are. But they know one thing - they serve the Maelstrom, and they kill for the Maelstrom Gang.
The Maelstrom are lead by Simon Randall, a.k.a Royce. V will have the opportunity to eliminate Royce in the quest 'Going Pro', where you must find a Flathead spiderbot through infultrating the Maelstrom headquarters.
The Maelstrom, being the most dangerous gang in Night City, have an Extreme Threat Level in Night City. Look out for them, because they will look out for you.

The Scavengers
The Scavengers are a nasty gang that inhabit all of Night City, with a particular presense in Pacifica and Heywood. Similar to the Maelstrom Gang, they are ruthless, and will attack anyone or anything. But they have their own method. Instead of organised crime, any of their members simply attack weak and innocent people.
They have ties to the Soviet Union, with many of their members being fluent in Russian, as well as very involved within the culture. Their uniform consists of tracksuits, cyberware and tattoos.
The name of the game for the Scavengers is as the name suggests - scavenging. This gang kidnaps people and forcibly harvests everything they can from their victims. Organ harvesting proves profitable for them. But most importantly, they will take the cyberware from their victims. As such, they are filthy rich from distributing their looted cyberware off to other gangs, ripperdocs, and a range of other criminals.
If the Scavengers aren't scavenging, they're committing other crimes such as common assault, mutilation and dismemberment of whomever they please.
When you roam in Night City, look for Russian graffitti to sniff out the presence of the Scavengers, otherwise, they might find you first.
Within Night City, they have a Medium Threat level.

Voodoo Boys
The Voodoo Boys take their name to heart, with very tribalistic and cult-like activities in Night City, primarily in the District of Pacifica. They came to birth after Haiti and Dominica were devasted by natural disasters in the 2060s. Upon migrating into Night City, they started their own community of criminals. They like to keep their blood strong, maintaining members to only be of Haitian and Dominican descent alike. The Voodoo Boys are classified as a terrorist or nihilist gang - a gang that commits abnormal atrocities, and don't have any meaning in life other than to cause harm to others.
They have several hundreds of members, and are the best in the business when it comes to non-synthetic drugs.
But there is one thing that they are even better at. The Voodoo Boys are the kings of the Net. Many of their members are Netrunners, who love to freeze neural networks, and plant viruses on the Net to take down many of their targets. In fact, their primary source of income is through hacking databases and accounts, stealing both important data and of course, money. Their main targets are big corporations.
Their other goal with the Net is to breach the Blackwall - a virtual wall to protect against free A.Is causing chaos, of which the Voodoo Boys believe Free A.Is would be beneficial. This means the gang is at odds with the organisation that protects the Blackwall - namely, Netwatch.
Cosmetics and uniforms for the Voodoo Boys consist of tattoos, piercings, implants, cybernetics, dreadlocks, and charms made of bones. They are scary, both physically, and virtually throughout the Net.
The Voodoo Boys are led by Brigitte, a deadly Netrunner whom V will certainly encounter in Cyberpunk 2077, as well as her second-in-command, Placide.
Their threat level throughout Night City is quite low, however they are by far the most dangerous gang on the Net - it's their territory.

Animals
The main rival for the Voodoo Boys in the physical world is a gang that is just as crazy - the Animals. The Animals likewise reside within Pacifica, leading the two gangs to often go head-to-head. They're an aggressive street-fighting gang who love enhancing their bodies with cyberware, supplements, and their special drug called 'the Juice'. This drug increases speed and strength, making members of the Animals gang particularly deadly in a one-on-one fight out in the street.
The Animals are just as deadly as the Maelstrom out and about in the city, performing deadly attacks on residents and other gangs. With over 2500 members, they have hundreds of small packs, or groups, that carry out these attacks by the day and night.
You will often find Animals members as bouncers or hired muscle, as well as in the fighting minigames, as their raw strength and ferocity proves useful in these scenarios. If you do see one, they'll typically be seen with cybernetics, implanted muscles, plastic surgery and skin modifications to ramp up their ferocious and bestial physiques. These attributes has led to the gang being classified as a Combat Gang, a.k.a a gang that centers around a Warrior Code.
The Animals are possibly the most well versed and profitable in the world of illicit and black-market drug dealing. This is their main method of income creation, on top of other crimes like racketeering.
The gang is led by their ad-hoc leader, Sasquatch, who is incredibly strong through her use of steroids, and has a sledgehammer as her weapon of choice. The 2019 Deep Dive revealed a quest where you can infiltrate their base and have the option to kill Sasquatch. The consequences are yet to be revealed, if you kill her, or leave her to live. The decision is yours.
The Animals are a High Level Threat within Night City.

6th Street
The 6th Street came to be after the 4th Corporate War, where Veterans of the war decided to make their own gang as the NCPD was incompetent in protecting them against the local gangs. With 2300 strong, these American patriots believe solely in bringing justice to the city.
Their primary activities consist of robbery, extortion and gun smuggling within their home districts, Santo Domingo and Heywood. These activities may also spill over to the Badlands, where they have extensive connections to many of the Nomads in that area. Another way they make money is through protecting local businesses upon the provision that they pay tribute to the gang for such protection.
Their other speciality is to do with vehicles. Not only do they run taxi services around Night City, but they steal and modify cars using Techies, and then sell them afterwards.
The 6th Street gang is often not on the friendly side of other gangs as they wish to rid of many of the other gangs. The NCPD hence tolerates the 6th Street gang, as they assist the police in dealing with plenty of criminals in the streets.
The 6th Street gang has a Medium Threat Level within Night City.

Valentinos
The Valentinos are a traditionalist-style gang located within the district of Heywood. It is one of the largest gangs, housing 6000 members, all mostly of Latino descent. This is understandly why our main man Jackie Wells used to be a member within the gang.
The gang is motivated by a different cause than most others. To seduce women. The more prestigious and unobtainable the woman is, the better the target for seduction by the members of the gang.
In true traditionalist fashion, they hold some old-school values high, like justice, honour and brotherhood, and will defend these values to the death. They are also quite religious, but no concrete details of their religious activities have been revealed just yet.
Unlike most other gangs, they are open to who joins the gang, and they are extremely territorial. Also different to other gangs, they head up a lot of legitimate businesses in Night City. You'll find many Valentinos managing restaurants, nightclubs, car workshops, construction companies and more.
But don't be fooled. They still love your run-of-the-mill criminal activities. The Valentinos are particularly fond of gun smuggling, theft, trafficking, burglaries, hit jobs, and almost every other crime you can think of.
Like the 6th Street gang, they receive payments to protect members of the neighbourhood and their businesses. This often puts the Valentinos and the 6th Street gang at odds with each other within Heywood. Be very careful who you mess with in Heywood, as you might find one of these gangs coming after you soon after.
Valentino clothing is very bright, colourful and shiny, with jewellery, tattoos and colourful clothes being worn often. It will be hard to miss a Valentino in the streets.
The gang has a Medium to High Threat Level in Night City.

Tyger Claws
The Tyger Claws are a large Japanese gang found in Night Cit, centered primarily within the districts of Westbrook and Watson. They came to fruitition when the Asian community within Night City was under poor protection around the year 2045. After teaming up with the mega corporation Arasaka, they were able to grow into a strong combat gang, just like the Animals, but with a much stronger focus on defense. This means that they are quite controlling of their own territory, and will defend it at any cost.
The gang consists of around 5500 members, most of which are very old-school in their methods of combat. Their weapons of choice don't involve cyberware like all the other gangs. The Tyger Claws much prefer to use martial arts, strong reflexes and traditional Japanese weapons like the Katana. This doesn't stop them from being a very potent threat within Night City - they know combat all too well.
The Tyger Claws own the most legiitimate businesses out of all the other gangs. Bars, resturants, braindance outlets, brothels and casinos. You name it, they own it. Many of them can be found in Japantown, a beautiful sub-district of Westbrook. The crown jewel of their assets and their operations, the Clouds Nightclub can be found here. Behind the scenes, these businesses can also act as tools for illicit activities like money laundering and manufacturing drugs. But this doesn't name all of their income earners. The Tyger Claws also love human trafficking and prostitution. Their poor treatment of women in the sex industry led to the creation of their rival gang, who we will discuss after this.
Crimes for the Tyger Claws are like any other. Assault, torture, abduction, hit jobs, murder and street fighting. They commit these crimes in their signature uniforms and visual identifiers - katanas, fast street bikes, luminated tattoos and tantos, which are like small knives.
The Tyget Claws gang poses a Medium to High Level Threat to Night City.

Moxes
The Moxes are the newest edition to the gangs of Night City. They formed just eleven years before the events of Cyberpunk 2077,. The gang rose in power after their leader, Elizabeth Lizzie Borden was murdered by the Tyger Claws. She was murdered after killing 3 members of the Tyger Claws, who raped a prostitute who worked for Lizzie. This bar, is of course Lizzie's Bar, where we can find the braindance technician Judy Alvarez, who is also a member of the Moxes Gang. They own a few other brothels as well around the city, where they can extend their work in the sex industry.
The Moxes gang's HQ is in Lizzie's Bar, which is located in the Watson District, in the sub-district called Kabuki. Here, the Moxes gang makes most of their income from the sex work that occurs in this braindance club.
The gang is therefore primarily composed of around 250 sex workers, punks, anarchists and sexual minorities, who value the protection of the working class against violence and abuse.
As to be expected, they are not at all fond of the Tyger Claws gang for their actions against Lizzie. However, they will only attack if they are provoked. The Moxies are usually quite a passive gang. Unlike the other gangs as well, they don't tend to involve themselves in much criminal activity. The only speciality of theirs that is somewhat illegal is their extensive work in prostitution, of which many of their members take part.
If you see a Moxie, you can expect them to dress in a Punk style, or in cheap fashion that prostitutes may often wear. They are also quite fond of using Realskinn, a plastic covering used to disguise cyberware and cyberlimbs, to which the Moxies endulge in too.
The Moxies are a Low Threat Level within Night City.

Wraiths
The Wraiths are the first of two large gangs within the Badlands. Gangs in the Badlands are made up of hundreds of rogue Nomads, who travel around quite a lot. The Badlands is a dog-eat-dog world, and so the Wraiths are gruesome and ruthless - they atttack their prey during the night, and will raid or murder their victims. These raids will be conducted through their custom cars made to travel through the Badlands - they call these vehicles the Reaver. A customised version of the Type 66 Quadra, made especially for driving on rough terrain.
This leads us to their primary source of income, and that is raiding. Many transport convoys or lone vehicles are great targets in the open Badlands to be attacked and robbed from. They also will raid lots of small villages around the Badlands, taking anything from drugs, boosters, cars, car parts, and cyberware, where they can enjoy the spoils of their work.
Many companies in Night City also give them transportation contracts to protect valuable transport. However, the Wraiths may take it upon themselves to ransom or raid the vehicles that they were contracted to protect. They don't care of the consequences.
You will find plenty of Wraiths outside of Night City, where it's estimated that there are anywhere from 300 to 1200 members. If these members aren't raiding anyone, then they're probably fighting tooth and nail against their rival gang, the Aldecaldos, who we'll discuss soon.
The gang is led by a human-skin wearing man named Dogkiller, who we will hopefully be able to encounter in Cyberpunk 2077. However, if we do, they won't be nice to start out with.
The Wraiths are a High Level Threat in the world of Cyberpunk 2077, namely in the Badlands.

Aldecaldos
The gang was formed by its leader, Juan Aldecaldo who fled California to go to Mexico City back in the 1980s. In 2015, the gang returned to the US, and brought a certain someone with them. A great man named Johnny Silverhand, who was in hiding for several years.
The gang emigrated to Night City, where they inhabitated the Badlands, running farms and transporting stolen goods to get by day-to-day. They still do this in 2077, led by Santiago Aldecaldo, the new leader of the gang. He is a good friend of Johnny Silverhand. This will mean the Aldecaldos will be far easier to get on the good side of then their famous rivals, the Wraiths.
The gang consists of over 10000 members, making it one of the largest gangs in Night City. Several hundreds of these members actually reside inside the walls of Night City, extending their influence out further.
Not much else is known just yet about their day-to-day activities, so we'll have to discover this on December 10th.
The gang is most likely of a Medium Threat Level in Night City and the Badlands.
Let me know what gang(s) you'll side with, and what one(s) you'll seek to destroy. I love how the Maelstrom look but I think they're too dangerous to be alive. I may side with the more chill gangs like the Tyger Claws and the Aldecaldos.
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2020.12.02 08:35 RachelNorth Serious concerns about Crisis Pregnancy Centers

How many of you have heard pro-lifers mention Crisis Pregnancy Centers (also called Pregnancy Resource Centers or Pregnancy Support Centers) when talking about how Pro-Lifers support pregnant women? I just finished watching Vice News about Crisis Pregnancy Centers which is why I’m writing this. Did you know that Crisis Pregnancy Centers far outnumber abortion clinics and that they receive state and federal funding, despite using false advertising and deceptive practices to get women in the door?
In my experience, these Crisis Pregnancy Centers are often used as examples of how Pro-Lifers actually do love women and want to help. A pro-life podcast I listen to in an attempt to learn how the other side thinks (it’s called Explicitly Pro-Life) seems to truly believe that simply having thousands of Crisis Pregnancy Centers in the US will be the answer for a “Post-Roe America.” But do these places actually provide a worthwhile and necessary service that benefits pregnant women?
Do any of you have any experience with these Crisis Pregnancy Centers? Have you ever been fooled into entering one, seeking an abortion or birth control?
These Crisis Pregnancy Centers have multiple problems. They are often located in very close proximity to facilities where abortions are performed. This is intentional, an attempt to cross paths with someone experiencing an unplanned pregnancy before they enter an abortion clinic. They purposely look like medical clinics and have names that might make them appear to be abortion providers when in reality they are not medical facilities at all.
Most of these clinics are staffed with untrained and unlicensed personnel, generally pro-life volunteers who have no medical training. Since they aren’t medical facilities, they don’t face the same regulations or scrutiny that medical facilities that provide birth control, STD testing and abortions do. Many of these facilities perform pregnancy tests and ultrasounds despite having no medical knowledge or training.
One of the biggest concerns is that these facilities are trying to delay abortion access. That is the whole point, to prevent abortion, one pregnancy at a time. Many women likely assume that facilities where employees are dressed in scrubs, performing pregnancy tests and ultrasounds and teaching clients about abortion risks are actual medical facilities that can at least provide referrals to abortion clinics. Their ultimate goal is to prevent women from accessing an abortion until it’s altogether too late or at least much more difficult. As you can imagine, an untrained volunteer waving an ultrasound wand around is in no position to reliably date a pregnancy.
They also “educate” pregnant women about the dangers of abortion, including false information about abortion increasing the risk of breast cancer, all abortions leading to future fertility problems and frequent mental health problems after abortions, so-called post-abortion-syndrome. They will lie to scare women who want abortions, trying to manipulate them into carrying their pregnancy to term.
“Abortions are least complicated and more accessible, both legally and medically, within the first trimester.” Most facilities will perform abortions until 13 weeks. If these facilities can prevent a woman from having an abortion until after that point, it will be much more challenging for her to access an abortion. “The introduction of a delay in obtaining access to abortion services can have an especially harmful impact on young and socioeconomically disadvantaged women. Teenagers, on average, take longer to suspect pregnancy than do older women; teenagers, poorly educated and poor women take longer than older, better educated and higher income women to confirm a pregnancy once they suspect one.38 In addition, women aged 18–21 and lower income women generally have abortions later than do older and higher income women.38-40 Consequently, the women who seek care at crisis pregnancy centers are likely to be farther along in their pregnancies than women who seek abortions elsewhere, and if they wish to terminate their pregnancy, they require immediate referral to a facility that provides abortions.” https://www.guttmacher.org/journals/psrh/2012/09/public-health-risks-crisis-pregnancy-centers
Most of these facilities are run by pro-life, evangelical volunteers. Women who go in for a pregnancy test and test negative are in an excellent position to be educated on pregnancy and STD prevention, as they are likely engaging in high risk behaviors. Unfortunately these facilities often only educate on abstinence if the woman is unmarried or natural family planning if she is married. I assume most of us are aware how ineffective abstinence-only education is in public schools, I estimate it’s even less effective when you have someone in front of you who is already engaging In unprotected sex. Obviously they cannot prescribe birth control since they have no training and aren’t medical facilities.
“The majority of teenagers who visit clinics to get a pregnancy test are not pregnant.43 However, some of them are engaging in high‐risk sexual behavior and are at significant risk of contracting STDs and of becoming pregnant. In one study, 33% of teenagers who had a negative pregnancy test at a community clinic became pregnant within 18 months.44
When informing clients of a negative pregnancy test, community clinics have a brief window in which to provide contraceptive information and STD counseling to a population in need of these services.”
Possibly also of interest to you guys, Here is a story about a young woman who was raped and then went to a mobile pregnancy resource center called “iChoice” (hmm, I wonder why they picked that name?) wanting an abortion. The volunteer there expressed repeated doubt about whether she was actually raped and pressured her to have an ultrasound, telling her they could identify the gender despite the fact that she was only about 5 weeks pregnant. She eventually had an abortion and felt tremendous guilt which she identifies as a result of her experience at “iChoice” (they have since changed their name.) https://www.inlander.com/spokane/offering-free-pregnancy-tests-and-ultrasounds-crisis-pregnancy-centers-try-to-slow-down-thoughts-of-abortion-in-an-ultimate-quest-to-stop-i/Content?oid=19092292
Also of concern, abortion clinics located in close vicinity to Crisis Pregnancy Centers are more likely to face violence and harassment:
“According to the survey results, a real clinic that is located near a fake clinic was seven times more likely to experience high levels of severe violence and harassment than one that is not located near a fake clinic – a whopping 21% compared to only 2.9%. And a real clinic that is near a fake clinic was twice as likely to experience moderate levels of severe violence and harassment than one that is not located near a fake clinic —35% compared to 17.6%. Anecdotal evidence suggests more and more fake clinics, especially mobile fake clinics, are collaborating with – or being directed by - anti-abortion extremists targeting abortion providers.” https://feminist.org/anti-abortion-violence/images/2018-national-clinic-violence-survey.pdf
Here’s another interesting study: https://journalofethics.ama-assn.org/article/why-crisis-pregnancy-centers-are-legal-unethical/2018-03
While this is just a personal experience, I thought I’d add it anyway since it’s the reason I originally learned about these places and felt the need to share the problems they are creating, especially after watching a story about them on Vice. One of my friends in high school got pregnant when she was 15. She suspected she was pregnant and went to one of these places and thought it was an abortion clinic and wasn’t told otherwise. She had a positive pregnancy test followed by an ultrasound and was told she was 7 weeks pregnant. She thought she had plenty of time to make a decision and went to Planned Parenthood approximately 3 weeks later, only to find out she was 16 weeks pregnant. She wanted an abortion but because she was so far along it wasn’t feasible for her to get an abortion at this point. Her parents were both religious and would not have supported her decision, this took place in WA state where there aren’t parental notification laws and it’s possible she would have qualified for state funding to pay for the procedure. If she would have been referred to Planned Parenthood or gone there originally she could have had an early second trimester abortion which would have been low risk and relatively inexpensive. Instead she carried her unwanted pregnancy to term and gave her son up for adoption. We are no longer close but I can’t help but wonder how that single decision to walk into that Crisis Pregnancy Center permanently altered the course of her life.
Unfortunately these are the people these places target: young, uneducated and poor. Women who may be more easily swayed to continue their pregnancy. Unfortunately these places seem to provide very little assistance after the window to have an abortion has passed. Some will provide diapers or baby clothes with strings attached, often requiring women to attend parenting classes they host that have religious components. Many women who end up continuing their pregnancies have significant needs which these centers are completely unable to address including inadequate access to food, safe housing and prenatal care. Sometimes these centers are even receiving tax dollars even though the “service” they provide is clearly inadequate to fill the gap if Roe were to be overturned and that money could be better spent to help those that choose to carry their pregnancy to term.
If you’re interested, here is a less than 20 minute video from Vice discussing these places: https://video.vice.com/en_us/video/fake-abortion-clinics/55e0dbc4ca0b0b2c784ce599
In the video they have a clip of pro-life activists, Abby Johnson, talking about how it’s important to look like a medical facility to confuse those seeking abortions and tricking them into the pregnancy center instead. They also show how these Pregnancy Clinics will refuse to discuss pricing over the phone if someone calls to schedule an abortion, instead telling them they can only discuss prices in person. They also mis-date pregnancies by 2 weeks, similar to what happened to my friend, likely because they lack medical training and to try and make abortions more difficult to access. These are all concerning behaviors.
Did you know these clinics were so widespread in the US? What do you think is the best way to protect women from these clinics which are intentionally set up to make it more difficult to access abortion? We’re you aware that they receive federal and state tax dollars in some instances?
I apologize for the length of the post.
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2020.12.01 23:21 CallMeStarr MY CHILDHOOD WAS FULL OF NIGHTMARES

My childhood was full of nightmares, seemingly one after another, until one night I never woke up; I’m stuck in that dream right now, trying to open my eyes, for real this time. The earliest nightmare I can recall is being trapped inside a supermarket, yelping for Mommy but never finding her. I just crawl around sobbing and sucking my thumb, much to the chagrin of everyone else in the store, until at some point the supermarket closes and all the customers and staff clear out and I’m left all alone in the dark. I don’t remember how that one ended. Not good I presume. Then there’s the one where I was stuck in a bounce house full of black and blue rubber balls, with a bunch of snotnosed brats who were pinning me down, holding me under. I kept reaching up, grasping for something to hold on to, anything. Nothing. I died in a play house full of rubber balls.
Then the monsters started showing up; peculiar creatures they are, not much for manners. I’d have this dream where I’d be stuck in grade 9 chemistry class, stark naked of course, with everyone laughing and pointing at me, chanting Look at Willie’s Wiener while I ran out of the classroom, streaking through the halls, racing toward the door but never quite reaching it. Then I’d be back at my desk, stark naked of course, with everyone laughing and pointing at me. This cycle goes on and on until finally Miss Hoover transforms into a witch and turns me into a dirty little rat and crushes me with her broomstick, breaking all my tiny bones, while my peers cheer her on. I wake up screaming.
Now I know what you’re thinking: that’s not so bad, and you’d be correct; no Nightmare on Elm Street by any stretch, but these nightmares happen so frequently that I’ve developed quite the sleeping disorder. The monsters are getting more creative, they know me now, and they want me to stay in their dream world so they can eat me again and again. They feed off my fear. Sometime I hear them while I’m awake, whispering in the shadows, telling me things. This has made finding gainful employment nearly impossible; so while most of my high school friends went off to various colleges around the country, I went to work as a roofer. Tough job, but at least I don’t have to stare at a screen all day. That would put me to sleep.
My most recent nightmare lasted a year, I’m pretty sure it’s over now but it’s hard to say for sure; reality and the dream world have amalgamated. But this one was different then all the others, it took me to strange places. At first there was only darkness, no light nor breeze nor sound; I held my hand up to my face and saw nothing, until off in the distance I spotted peculiar bulbs of light flickering wild like dancing blue flames. I went toward the light, carefully placing one foot in front of the other, hoping not to step on or inside anything, but I did anyhow. I fell into a black hole. I was immediately propelled into a hyper-fast circle at nauseating speed reaching into the pit of my stomach spinning me faster and faster until my skull was trying to dislodge itself and my teeth were falling out and my insides were being pulled apart one by one.
This went on for days, weeks, probably longer. I was alone in deep space; I was alone in the void. Millions of sharp jagged rocks were spinning along side of me, like an asteroid belt, turning at incredible speeds. I heard nothing except WOOOOSH. I tried to turn my head but the g-force made that impossible. I kept spinning. I tried screaming but the force of the spin was too strong and I was its prisoner. At some point I became lucid and realized I was stuck in a never ending nightmare and I’d be lucky to see my girlfriend Lyla again. I tried to remember her face but couldn't. My mind fell apart. I forgot who or what I was. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the spinning abruptly stopped and I fell. And fell. And fell into total blackness, reaching incomprehensible speeds. My screams filled the entire universe inside my mind.
I kept falling. At some point I drifted off into another dimension and all these strangely beautiful orbs started circling me, red and orange and yellow lights; I turned my head and saw a woman with radiant beauty beyond my wildest dreams. A goddess. She wore all white, had hair like golden rays of sunlight and eyes bluer than an Arizona skyline. I went to her, pushing past the floating lights that were clinging to me. As I drew closer the woman started to change and her beauty disappeared. Her slight simple nose became long and sharp and narrow, her lips once pursed and tidy went grey and decrepit, her youthful face turned repulsive, her once lush lemony hair now sickly green and furious. She called my name. I tried to run but I was caught in her trajectory and nothing I could do would stop this. I could feel her mind slowly destroying mine. She was licking her lizardly lips while she ripped my tongue out of my head then cackled as if it were the most hysterical thing she’d ever done; I gasped and choked and clutched my throat while she ate and swallowed my tongue. She stole my eyes and ate them too and laughed even harder, as if nothing pleased her more.
Pain. I was no longer in control over any part of me; I was limp and broken and I had no face left. Suddenly there were outside forces at work and I was caught in the middle of an epic battle. A battle with a history. The hag barred her hideous teeth and plunged at me; she wanted to eat the rest of me. She was still hungry. Something was trying to stop her; someone or something was saving me. I felt the presence of omniscient power and strength, but only for a moment. The hag had grown to the size of a mountain and with one great veiny hand, shoved me into its malformed mouth; pools of saliva soaked me completely, all I could smell was mucus and feces. This is what death smells like. I was inside the monster’s mouth, its wart infested tongue was holding me prisoner as it chewed me into bits, one violent crunch after another. The screaming stopped when I opened my eyes.
A dream. Only a dream. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the time: 6AM. Shit! I was late for work. I yawned and stretched and farted, then scratched my balls and dashed to work and forgot the dream instantly (what’s one more nightmare?) but when I got to the work sight, something was different. My foreman, Rex Luther, was the same old Rex: old and crusty and strong as a good stiff drink, but the crew had changed. I went about my duties without giving it too much thought, I could barely keep my tired eyes open. During lunch break I realized I had no idea who these people were or what they were talking about; I understood their words but nothing they said made any sense. I checked my phone, this time looking closely, and noticed it was exactly one year later, to the day. Nobody asked me nothing. They all went about their duties as did I. But I’d lost a year. Where did it go? I texted Lyla. Her reply was nondimensional and didn’t make any sense. I shrugged it off. After work, Rex treated the crew to dinner and drinks and I drank too much alcohol and started shouting at them like a drunken fool. I felt sick with violence. I was out of my mind, out of control. Rex grabbed me by the scruff and lifted me up over his head and I watched as his face changed, his eyes hollowed and his skin turned pale lime and his teeth grew six inches. His tongue protruded from his snarling mouth like a rattlesnake. Great, another monster. It crushed me into a ball then stuffed me into its grotesquely malicious mouth and belched after I was properly digested. I opened my eyes.
A dream. A doozy of a nightmare. But still a dream. Better start writing these dreams down. Maybe some hindsight will do me good. My therapist would be pleased, if only I had one. I checked the time: 6AM. Shit! I’m late for work. I stood up quickly and I tripped and fell and was suddenly falling off the Golden Gate Bridge, wings spread out like an eagle. I was flying. The wind blew gently into my face as I soured high above San Francisco, admiring the unbelievable view. I felt something brush past me; then again. Monsters. One rushed past me and I had to veer off to the right to avoid another. It was an enormous prehistoric bird with a long spikey tail and teeth like razor blades; another one approached and it clawed my eyes out then it slit my throat with its beak and then cawed as I plummeted to my death. I opened my eyes.
Awake. This time I was actually awake. I knew it. I yawned and stretched and farted and scratched my balls. I checked the calendar on my phone, making sure it was the correct date. It was. Relief. Smartly, I jotted that dream down using my notepad app then noticed the time: 6AM. Shit! I’m late for work. I left without my coffee. Shit! Gotta make a pitstop. Caffeine is my number one priority right now. I passed my usual turn and instead turned onto Fergusson Street toward Dunkin’ Donuts, but I cut the corner too wide and a speeding transport truck smashed into me and my body was instantly pulverized under searing hot steel and plastic. My mind went calm. Suddenly, I was free from the shackles of the secular world; I knew my time had come and I was OK with that. I was at peace. Zen. I felt a familiar omniscient presence guiding me to euphoria. This was the real deal this time. I opened my eyes.
I was late for work.
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2020.12.01 21:58 IZ0LATION missing out on dating and relationships in your teenage years (and i'd say even in your early 20s) is harmful

A lot of people will tell you that missing out on dating and relationships in your teenage years or even your young adulthood is no big deal and that there's so much more ahead. Nope. Not really. Once you get to your 30s, you aren't in your youth anymore. At that age, your body physically rots. Your skin gets rougher and wrinklier, you get a couple of gray hairs, your testosterone decreases and your energy decreases, you're more likely to have a receding hairline, your looks decline and you missed out on the most social time of your life: high school and college.
People will say "but teenagers don't know how to handle relationships or teenagers often have it awkward when they try sex because it's their first time" but first of all, anyone who loses their virginity has it initially awkward or painful regardless of age and second of all, in your teenage years, people are learning how to start relationships, and when you're an adult, everyone knows how to do it and has experience while you never learned how to yet, making you interpersonally behind. And teenagers don't necessarily have relationships problems, adults do too. Intimate partner violence is most common among 18-34 year olds.
Here's some data to look at:
In a pivotal study about involuntary celibacy from 2001 called Involuntary Celibacy: A Life Course Analysis, researchers talked to three involuntarily celibate groups of people: Involuntary virgins (those who never had sex and still are sexually inexperienced), singles (those who had sexual experience in the past but no longer are able to, and a good amount of these people resorted to hookers or even sexual surrogates), and partnered celibates (those who are married or in a relationship but their partner won't have sex). 91% of the virgins said they never dated as teenagers, compared to 52% of singles. Here is an important quote:
"In summary, while most of our sample had discussed sex with friends and experimented with masturbation as teens, most of the virgins and singles did not date. Singles were similar to partnered persons in terms of first sexual experiences, while the majority of virgins reported first sexual experiences that did not include another person. As the data illustrates, virgins and singles may have missed important transitions, and as they got older, their trajectories began to differ from those of their age peers. As Thorton (1990) noted, patterns of sexuality in young adulthood are significantly related to dating, steady dating, and sexual experience in adolescence. It is rare for a teenager to initiate sexual activity outside of a dating relationship. Thus, persons reaching young adulthood without dating may have missed an important opportunity for sexual experience. While virginity and lack of experience are fairly common in teenagers and young adults, by the time many of our respondents reached their mid-twenties they reported feeling left behind by age peers. We suspect that this is especially true for gay, lesbian, and bisexual youth. In fact, all eight of the nonheterosexual respondents in our sample were either virgins or singles. As previous researchers have shown, a major reason for becoming off time in making sexual transitions is the process of coming out to oneself and others (Gonsiorek & Rudolph, 1991). Even for the heterosexuals in our study, however, it appears that lack of dating and sexual experimentation in the teen years may be precursors to problems in adult sexual relationships."
In the study Sexuality and Autistic-Like Symptoms in Juvenile Sex Offenders: A Follow-Up After 8 Years, a study primarily about juvenile sex offenders and autism, the researchers wrote briefly about teenage romance, writing:
"The foundation for a healthy sexuality in adulthood lies in childhood and adolescence, with the discovery of one's own sexuality oftentimes going in phases. A large population study in the Netherlands amongst 7841 boys and girls aged 12–25 has shown that half of all 15-year-old adolescents have been intimate with a partner (e.g., touching each other’s genitalia). At age 16, half of all youths have experience with mutual masturbation and at age 17, half of all youths have experienced sexual intercourse and/or oral sex. Eventually, relationships and sexual intimacy become more serious; relationships last longer and are more exclusive, eventually leading to the ‘adult’ model of a committed relationship."
Other studies also confirm the importance of experiencing dating and relationships in the teenage years. For example, in the study Sexuality (and Lack Thereof) in Adolescence and Early Adulthood: A Review of the Literature., the authors wrote:
“One study showed that adult virgins have higher odds of being overweight and of being perceived as physically unattractive. Four additional studies reported that adult virgins have greater probabilities of never having been in a romantic relationship. Moreover, in a qualitative study conducted among 82 involuntary celibate adults aged 18 to 64 years, Donnelly and colleagues found that nearly all adult virgins never dated anyone, including in adolescence. Thus, findings converge to support the importance of romantic and sexual experiences during adolescence for ongoing romantic and sexual development in adulthood. Additionally, this study revealed that these adult virgins perceived themselves as being very shy and unable to establish social contacts, and reported body image issues, such as being overweight and perceiving their physical appearance to be an obstacle to their sexuality.”
The authors of Has Virginity Lost Its Virtue?: Relationship Stigma Associated With Being A Sexually Inexperienced Adult. also confirmed that experiencing sexual activity and relationships late in life is harmful, writing: "Because intimate relationships are essential to well-being, especially across the adult life course, it seems that being a late bloomer with sexual debut could be associated with negative social and interpersonal consequences."
And if you think you can find your first partner that easily in adulthood, you're wrong. Quite the opposite is true, especially for virgin men. Many women won't date a virgin. In fact, a study showed that many virgins refuse to date virgins (although another study shows that virgins are willing to date virgins).
According to a study in The Journal of Sex Research, people are judgmental towards virgins in real life, not just in movies or television shows. In the first part of the study, researchers asked 560 heterosexual adults ages 18 to 71, about a quarter of whom were virgins, to rate their agreement with statements like "I feel that I am odd or abnormal because of my level of sexual experience" and "People treat me differently because of my level of sexual experience." Researchers discovered that virgins—but not those who were very sexually experienced—perceived a lot of stigma and exclusion around their sex lives. Then, the researchers asked another group of 4,934 single, heterosexual adults 21 and over, "How likely are you to consider getting into a committed relationship with someone who is a virgin?" The results confirmed the first findings: People rated their likelihood of dating a virgin at a 2.41, below the scale's midpoint of 2.5. The researchers also found that virgins were even less likely than non-virgins to be willing to enter a relationship with another virgin. Nonetheless, mysteriously, another study shows that virgins are more willing than non-virgins to date other virgins. In the third part of the study, college students ranked dating profiles of virgins and non-virgins, and the latter were again considered more desirable dates. Nonetheless, in this case, virgins were more willing than the rest of the population to dating another virgin. In a survey conducted by Match.com among single men and women who are non-members of Match.com (i.e.: not members of Match.com), 42% of respondents said they refuse to date a virgin (51% of women, compared to only 33% of men). Younger single adults were less willing to date a virgin than older single adults.
So as you can see, many people won't date you when they discover that you're a virgin, and lying is pointless, because they'll know when they see how you act during sex.
Citations
TL;DR: when people are in their teenage years, they typically first experience relationships, or sex or dating, and the ones who don't will usually experience it in college. If you miss out on your teenage years and early 20s, you will be interpersonally behind because you didn't start relationships and knowing how to handle them while everyone else is more skilled at it than you.
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2020.12.01 17:20 CallMeStarr MY CHILDHOOD WAS FULL OF NIGHTMARES

My childhood was full of nightmares, seemingly one after another, until one night I never woke up; I’m stuck in that dream right now, trying to open my eyes, for real this time. The earliest nightmare I can recall is being trapped inside a supermarket, yelping for Mommy but never finding her. I just crawl around sobbing and sucking my thumb, much to the chagrin of everyone else in the store, until at some point the supermarket closes and all the customers and staff clear out and I’m left all alone in the dark. I don’t remember how that one ended. Not good I presume. Then there’s the one where I was stuck in a bounce house full of black and blue rubber balls, with a bunch of snotnosed brats who were pinning me down, holding me under. I kept reaching up, grasping for something to hold on to, anything. Nothing. I died in a play house full of rubber balls.
Then the monsters started showing up; peculiar creatures they are, not much for manners. I’d have this dream where I’d be stuck in grade 9 chemistry class, stark naked of course, with everyone laughing and pointing at me, chanting Look at Willie’s Wiener while I ran out of the classroom, streaking through the halls, racing toward the door but never quite reaching it. Then I’d be back at my desk, stark naked of course, with everyone laughing and pointing at me. This cycle goes on and on until finally Miss Hoover transforms into a witch and turns me into a dirty little rat and crushes me with her broomstick, breaking all my tiny bones, while my peers cheer her on. I wake up screaming.
Now I know what you’re thinking: that’s not so bad, and you’d be correct; no Nightmare on Elm Street by any stretch, but these nightmares happen so frequently that I’ve developed quite the sleeping disorder. The monsters are getting more creative, they know me now, and they want me to stay in their dream world so they can eat me again and again. They feed off my fear. Sometime I hear them while I’m awake, whispering in the shadows, telling me things. This has made finding gainful employment nearly impossible; so while most of my high school friends went off to various colleges around the country, I went to work as a roofer. Tough job, but at least I don’t have to stare at a screen all day. That would put me to sleep.
My most recent nightmare lasted a year, I’m pretty sure it’s over now but it’s hard to say for sure; reality and the dream world have amalgamated. But this one was different then all the others, it took me to strange places. At first there was only darkness, no light nor breeze nor sound; I held my hand up to my face and saw nothing, until off in the distance I spotted peculiar bulbs of light flickering wild like dancing blue flames. I went toward the light, carefully placing one foot in front of the other, hoping not to step on or inside anything, but I did anyhow. I fell into a black hole. I was immediately propelled into a hyper-fast circle at nauseating speed reaching into the pit of my stomach spinning me faster and faster until my skull was trying to dislodge itself and my teeth were falling out and my insides were being pulled apart one by one.
This went on for days, weeks, probably longer. I was alone in deep space; I was alone in the void. Millions of sharp jagged rocks were spinning along side of me, like an asteroid belt, turning at incredible speeds. I heard nothing except WOOOOSH. I tried to turn my head but the g-force made that impossible. I kept spinning. I tried screaming but the force of the spin was too strong and I was its prisoner. At some point I became lucid and realized I was stuck in a never ending nightmare and I’d be lucky to see my girlfriend Lyla again. I tried to remember her face but couldn't. My mind fell apart. I forgot who or what I was. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the spinning abruptly stopped and I fell. And fell. And fell into total blackness, reaching incomprehensible speeds. My screams filled the entire universe inside my mind.
I kept falling. At some point I drifted off into another dimension and all these strangely beautiful orbs started circling me, red and orange and yellow lights; I turned my head and saw a woman with radiant beauty beyond my wildest dreams. A goddess. She wore all white, had hair like golden rays of sunlight and eyes bluer than an Arizona skyline. I went to her, pushing past the floating lights that were clinging to me. As I drew closer the woman started to change and her beauty disappeared. Her slight simple nose became long and sharp and narrow, her lips once pursed and tidy went grey and decrepit, her youthful face turned repulsive, her once lush lemony hair now sickly green and furious. She called my name. I tried to run but I was caught in her trajectory and nothing I could do would stop this. I could feel her mind slowly destroying mine. She was licking her lizardly lips while she ripped my tongue out of my head then cackled as if it were the most hysterical thing she’d ever done; I gasped and choked and clutched my throat while she ate and swallowed my tongue. She stole my eyes and ate them too and laughed even harder, as if nothing pleased her more.
Pain. I was no longer in control over any part of me; I was limp and broken and I had no face left. Suddenly there were outside forces at work and I was caught in the middle of an epic battle. A battle with a history. The hag barred her hideous teeth and plunged at me; she wanted to eat the rest of me. She was still hungry. Something was trying to stop her; someone or something was saving me. I felt the presence of omniscient power and strength, but only for a moment. The hag had grown to the size of a mountain and with one great veiny hand, shoved me into its malformed mouth; pools of saliva soaked me completely, all I could smell was mucus and feces. This is what death smells like. I was inside the monster’s mouth, its wart infested tongue was holding me prisoner as it chewed me into bits, one violent crunch after another. The screaming stopped when I opened my eyes.
A dream. Only a dream. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the time: 6AM. Shit! I was late for work. I yawned and stretched and farted, then scratched my balls and dashed to work and forgot the dream instantly (what’s one more nightmare?) but when I got to the work sight, something was different. My foreman, Rex Luther, was the same old Rex: old and crusty and strong as a good stiff drink, but the crew had changed. I went about my duties without giving it too much thought, I could barely keep my tired eyes open. During lunch break I realized I had no idea who these people were or what they were talking about; I understood their words but nothing they said made any sense. I checked my phone, this time looking closely, and noticed it was exactly one year later, to the day. Nobody asked me nothing. They all went about their duties as did I. But I’d lost a year. Where did it go? I texted Lyla. Her reply was nondimensional and didn’t make any sense. I shrugged it off. After work, Rex treated the crew to dinner and drinks and I drank too much alcohol and started shouting at them like a drunken fool. I felt sick with violence. I was out of my mind, out of control. Rex grabbed me by the scruff and lifted me up over his head and I watched as his face changed, his eyes hollowed and his skin turned pale lime and his teeth grew six inches. His tongue protruded from his snarling mouth like a rattlesnake. Great, another monster. It crushed me into a ball then stuffed me into its grotesquely malicious mouth and belched after I was properly digested. I opened my eyes.
A dream. A doozy of a nightmare. But still a dream. Better start writing these dreams down. Maybe some hindsight will do me good. My therapist would be pleased, if only I had one. I checked the time: 6AM. Shit! I’m late for work. I stood up quickly and I tripped and fell and was suddenly falling off the Golden Gate Bridge, wings spread out like an eagle. I was flying. The wind blew gently into my face as I soured high above San Francisco, admiring the unbelievable view. I felt something brush past me; then again. Monsters. One rushed past me and I had to veer off to the right to avoid another. It was an enormous prehistoric bird with a long spikey tail and teeth like razor blades; another one approached and it clawed my eyes out then it slit my throat with its beak and then cawed as I plummeted to my death. I opened my eyes.
Awake. This time I was actually awake. I knew it. I yawned and stretched and farted and scratched my balls. I checked the calendar on my phone, making sure it was the correct date. It was. Relief. Smartly, I jotted that dream down using my notepad app then noticed the time: 6AM. Shit! I’m late for work. I left without my coffee. Shit! Gotta make a pitstop. Caffeine is my number one priority right now. I passed my usual turn and instead turned onto Fergusson Street toward Dunkin’ Donuts, but I cut the corner too wide and a speeding transport truck smashed into me and my body was instantly pulverized under searing hot steel and plastic. My mind went calm. Suddenly, I was free from the shackles of the secular world; I knew my time had come and I was OK with that. I was at peace. Zen. I felt a familiar omniscient presence guiding me to euphoria. This was the real deal this time. I opened my eyes.
I was late for work.
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2020.12.01 11:15 SnickerToodles [Long] Megalist of Tropes and Themes to Tag Your Story With

I'm sorry this is so long, but I made this some time ago and thought it might be helpful to share here. I'm not sure how to format it for Reddit so I left it as is. (The original Tumblr post.)
Whenever I post on AO3, I always struggle to come up with tags, so I made this list of themes.

ROMANCE TROPES

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2020.12.01 05:46 roseinathornbush this used to be the worst month of my life.

[trigger warning: sexual assault, domestic violence, abuse]
Hello everyone, I'm new here and have a very uplifting story to share, but it's going to be a hard read. Please take a moment to read if you need some positivity in dealing with CPTSD, but are also in a place to handle reading about assault. :)
New years eve 2015 was the most awful day of my entire life. I dated my first boyfriend on and off at the start of high school from age 15 to 16, when it seemed like he finally broke things off for good. I was heartbroken, but not from a normal heartbreak that a child is supposed to experience as her first. It was the kind of heartbreak that made my brain feel broken. Everything started feeling like a blur in my head, like the days blended into one another. I didn't fully get the picture that I was being abused, because I was a child. And the ex who abused me also felt like a child.
We were broken up for a couple months from summer to winter, when he kept texting me to give him some pointless things of no value back. It took so much convincing and I just wanted him to leave me alone, so I worked up the courage to walk over to his house with my best friend before I slept over her place for our NYE night. My plan was to go with her, but he told me that she should just go home so I don't feel bad if we're talking for a while. It didn't seem right to us, but my friend decided to just wait at a store nearby until I was done and we could walk home safely. I texted her about twice while I was inside his bedroom for maybe two hours, with him watching over to make sure I seemed fine while responding. That night, he clearly planned ahead to manipulate me and attack me. After rejecting his advances easily over 30 times, I knew I wasn't being given the choice to say no. He raped me as I cried, sweating, full of anxiety. I dissociated into an out of body experience. I don't remember much besides getting up suddenly and begging to leave, heading for his bedroom door. He ran up towards me and held the door shut with his hand, trying to twist his intentions and saying "I don't want you to go to your friend's like this. I want you to stop crying, you can't go until you stop."
So what was I able to do to in this immediate danger? Kept myself safe. I did what I knew would be the best option: I pretended to be okay, stopped crying, and gave him a hug before I left and walked home. I had to hug my rapist. I didn't know how much time had passed, so I checked my phone to see so many missed texts from my best friend. She decided to walk back home since she didn't hear from me. I walked back to her house from his, put on the fakest pretend happiness, and celebrated new year's eve.
She was the first person I told, and that was an entire year later. The second person was my therapist. I was diagnosed with PTSD from a different traumatic event that happened 6 months later, and started EMDR therapy then. My mind repressed a lot over years in therapy, and finally started releasing it all when I turned 19. I'm 21 now, a little less than 2 years into the hardest battle of my life, but I've made so much progress from where I was.
Within these past years, I met the love of my life. I went from feeling so unworthy of love to feeling like I deserve everything. I thought I'd never be able to have a healthy, stable relationship because I was always the problem at hand. I felt broken for the longest time. My boyfriend taught me that nothing is wrong with me, and shows me how wonderful of a person I am every single day. My flashbacks and repressed trauma started just as we went on our first couple dates, and he took on the responsibility of loving me as a whole. He has never viewed me as different for my trauma, like a bother, or a bad decision. I'm in college, I'm getting a job, we've just started looking for apartments to live together, and a month from now will be new years eve. What was once the worst time of my life, just might be the best.
Please stick out. Please hold out just a while longer. One day, it's going to all feel so much lighter. It'll be easier to go to sleep and easier to breathe. You are so capable and deserving of love. You are whole. CPTSD may be a part of you like it is me, but it's only a small part. There is so much more to you and more story to fill than just the sad pages. Keep fighting.
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2020.11.30 23:12 Icy-Introduction-824 Teenagers I need your help.....

Hello, my name is Daniel. I am a high school student helping Narika, a nonprofit organization, spread awareness about teen dating violence and abusive relationships as part of our Youth Prevention Program. We created this anonymous google form where teenagers can share their stories. If you would like to learn more about Narika, you can visit our website narika.org or email [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]). All stories will be shared anonymously on Narika’s TikTok page. Share your story to help others prevent the cycle of violence and raise awareness. Here is the link to the google form: https://forms.gle/582ofsDYpxkrL7b76.
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2020.11.30 05:25 Mechanical-Cannibal A Moderate's Argument Against Gun Permits

It's a grave mistake to license the right to own, purchase, or carry guns.
In CCW, I may be preaching to the choir. But if any moderates are lurking, I want you to understand why a reasonable person would hold this extreme view.
To the credit of gun-grabbers, gun are dangerous. Guns make dangerous people more dangerous. Without proper training, even a good person with a gun could be more harmful than helpful.
Why not license guns like cars? To obtain my drivers license, I had to spend two-weeks in a classroom, two weeks inside a car with an instructor, & pass two tests at the DMV. I haven't injured anyone to date, so the system works. Right?
Wrong.
If the right to bear arms existed only to defend against muggers & burglars, I would agree. License the whole process, from purchase to carry.
But the constitutionally-affirmed natural right to self-defense isn't for the sake of securing your home from burglars. It's for securing liberty from tyrants.
In this light, the drivers license argument falls apart. It's a question of incentives.
Government has every incentive to train drivers; that's why most high-schools have a drivers ed program. Driving supports the economy, which supports the tax-man, by making citizens more productive & better able to spend money.
But the government -- all governments -- are disincentivized from issuing gun permits. Guns check the power of the State & empower the People. No tyrant has ever increased the number of civilian-owned firearms. In fact, I'd wager that every tyrant has decreased that number as much as they could.
"Okay. But America is a functioning democracy. Can't we trust our government to exercise SOME reasonable discretion over who gets to own a murder-cannon?"
In the long-run, incentives always win. To grant government the power to regulate a fundamental right is to slowly kill that right. That's why Voter-IQ tests are an awful idea; eventually, entrenched interests will abuse that power & disenfranchise the population.
Requiring a permit to own a gun is as short-sighted as requiring a permit to vote, speak, or obtain legal counsel.
Yes, there are short-term benefits to licensing ALL of the above -- imagine if we could have simply banned OJ Simpson from hiring a lawyer! But do you want your children inheriting a country with no respect for its own Bill Of Rights? What good is a system of inter-governmental checks-and-balances if we have no checks on the balance of power between our government & the population itself?
Most humans don't have human rights. Most countries are despotic hellholes; some, like North Korea, are hard-tyranny. Some, like Malaysia, are soft-tyranny. Some, like China, are hellbent on exporting their tyranny worldwide.
Liberty is a rare & fragile flower, that withers without constant vigilance.
That's why in Mexico, although the right to own arms in affirmed in the Mexican constitution, only one store in the entire country is allowed to sell guns. (There's a documentary called 'Narcos' about the violence-free paradise ushered in by Mexican gun-control laws.)
Canada is on the same path, as they effectively banned rifles this year. Sure, Canada seems like a friendly, free country (if you can just forget that pesky absence-of-a-constitutional-protection-for-free-speech problem). But the phrase "it can't happen here" has a poor track record.
The next time you consider regulating the right to own or carry firearms, ask yourself: would I treat the right to vote with as much contempt & suspicion as I treat the right to keep & bear arms?
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2020.11.29 20:26 Rare_Resolution Lesbian/Sapphic/WLW with straight OCD

Hi all,

So glad I stumbled upon this forum. I've been looking for a community of people who share the same experience. I have always been attracted to women, ever since 1st grade. Had some comp-het male crushes, but most of them were connected to women in some way (I was crushing on the girl they were dating, a girl told me I should date them, etc.). I started dating a man in high school, mostly to appease my parents and I hated it. I didn't enjoy our physical time at all, in fact, we would often watch lesbian "movies" together while we were intimate.

He introduced me to straight "movies" which I hated at first and then started watching more regularly and became desensitized to the violence in it and started to only be able to watch that. I usually focus on the girl, but sometimes I don't. It totally changed my brain and warped it. I have no attraction to men and never really have, I don't really crush on them (and even if I occasionally do it is usually with extremely feminine, soft, men (think Harry Styles haha)). However, I've seen so much graphic content that it's the only thing I can watch anymore, even if it feels so wrong to me.

Recently I have developed extreme intrusive thoughts about actually being straight. This is probably because I've officially started identifying as a lesbian. Previously I went with bi, queer, pan etc. because I was so afraid of being wrong. The com het was really strong and I couldn't bear the idea of having to come out again or be a traitor in the community. I know the lesbian struggle is unique and I do not want to claim it if it is not actually mine.

Since starting to use this label, my OCD has gotten completely out of control. Every time I see a man, on TV, on the street, in my class, I can't stop imagining them in a sexual context. As a sort of test of my lesbianism, I suppose. Like could I sleep with them? Do I want to kiss them? Are they turning me on? I feel like I'm so worried I'm repressing my attraction to men or something. It's so hard to convince myself otherwise. However, I never liked men growing up so how could that be the case? These thoughts are not voluntary. It's like this thing that creeps into my head. It makes me so anxious and makes me feel so icky because it feels like it's coming from somewhere outside of me. Its also followed by "groinal response" which is apparently a common OCD symptom, where you constantly check yourself for arousal, and by checking, actually increase blood flow and stimulate arousal.

If anyone has had this experience, please share. I just feel so alone, like my own thoughts are betraying me like I'm a lesbian imposter, and I'm going to end up married to a man even though that is my worst nightmare. If you have any tips or just have had this experience please share. Again thanks for listening :))))) So glad I sound this page.
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2020.11.29 15:36 Rabsus Recontextualizing the American Civil Rights Movement

With racial injustice being a hot topic today I would like to take some time to critique the conventional narrative of the American Civil Rights Movement, strictly defined as 1955-1968. This will be a bit difficult, the conventional history is not necessarily bad history as I did not want to rip into a conventional and optimistic view of race in America. For this end, I will rely upon the audience granting me a bit of leeway here in the material I am expanding upon.
The material I will draw upon is going to be set from a Dr. Charles Payne article, where he does the same thing I am attempting to (much more successfully of course). In this, he defines the conventional narrative as:
Traditionally, relationships between the races in the South were oppressive. In 1954, the Supreme Court decided this was wrong. Inspired by the Court, courageous Americans, Black and white, took the protest to the street, in the form of sit-ins, bus boycotts, and Freedom Rides. The protest movement, led by the brilliant and eloquent Dr. Martin Luther King, and aided by a sympathetic federal government, most notably the Kennedy brothers and a born-again Lyndon Johnson, was able to make America understand racial discrimination as a moral issue.
Once Americans understood that discrimination was wrong, they quickly moved to remove racial prejudice and discrimination from American life, as evidenced by the Civil Rights Acts of 1964 and 1965. Dr. King was tragically slain in 1968. Fortunately, by that time the country had been changed, changed for the bett­­er in some fundamental ways. The movement was a remarkable victory for all Americans. By the 1970s, Southern states where Blacks could not have voted 10 years earlier were sending African Americans to Congress. Inexplicably, just as the civil rights victories were piling up, many Black Americans, under the banner of Black Power, turned their backs on American society.
Payne dissects why this top-down narrative is limited and his article is well worth a read. I will attempt to expand on the blind sites of this narrative using particular points.
1. The branding of the "American Civil Rights Movement" as strictly in the mid-20th century
Conventionally, the civil rights movement is thought to have catalyzed either in the lynching of Emmit Till or the Montgomery Bus Boycott. However, it's more accurate to contextualize this movement as a continuation of black political agitation which is as old as the United States itself.
For this, I am most comfortable starting in 1817 with the formation of the American Colonization Society and arguably a turning point in black abolitionism. When the advent of black removal gained a political vehicle, vibrant free black communities in the mid-Atlantic were spurred to action immediately. Almost immediately black voices met in churches and in freed black communities to express their near-universal disdain of colonization and discussed multiple other avenues, including voluntary settlement in Haiti, Britain, on the banks of the Missouri river, and Liberia. Freedmen also felt if they left, enslaved people would lose their most stalwart champions of abolition. This signified the birth of an international black political body that transcended class and national lines, as freemen and slaves were both threatened with removal. A continuity that would remain constant and underlooked in most rhetorical narratives.
After disenfranchisement in states such as New York and Philadelphia due to swelling and prosperous black populations that were exploding, black voices lost their formal political vehicle and were painted as degraded and apathetic. In 1827, the first black-owned newspaper was published in the United States with Samuel Cornish and John Russwurm, who would eventually fall out over the colonization issue. Despite this, black organization underpinned the growing abolitionist movement voiced famously by William Lloyd Garrison, a white agitator created by consultation with black voices over colonization. This period was also known for its radicalism, with the likes of David Walker's Appeal and Nat Turner's rebellion coinciding with this era. Despite the reputation of white abolitionists being the main voices, black voices have historically been the underlying vehicle of change for their rights.
Reconstruction is another continuation of this grassroots political agitation. Recent scholarship has shown that there were genuine attempts to racially integrate southern politics, though these were violently suppressed amidst an apathetic federal administration. Again, black people were disenfranchised amid appealing to a cruel system and were scapegoated as political pawns of foreign (in this case northern) agitators. Far from politically inactive, historian Herbert Apetheker concluded that between 1619 and 1865, there were over 250 significant slave rebellions. Far from neutral observers, black political agitation engaged in radicalism and proactive community efforts rather than passive petitioning.
What are the conclusions and why is this important? For one we have that black Americans such as Cornish and Russwurm differed on the means of civil liberties, integration, and separation. Another is that far from passivity, black people organized change based on radical and internationalist frameworks. The third takeaway is that black people were the engines of their own destiny and did not rely on petitioning whites in power to speak for them, with the first edition of Freedom's Journal stating that "we wish to plead our own cause".
All of these continue into the legacy of the traditional civil rights movement, born of radicalism and internationalism while eschewing a petition of whites in power such as the Kennedy brothers and a "born-again Lyndon B Johnson". Many black leaders would again draw on this civil rights legacy and disagree on the nature of the path forward of civil rights, famously Martin Luther King and Malcolm X, though like Cornish and Russwurm they are not as far apart as often depicted and inherit many similarities among their political legacies.
2. Martin Luther King
Martin Luther King has become a deified figure in hindsight, the manifestation of an American dream come true and "good trouble" triumphing. He eschewed the "radicalism" of others such as the Black Panthers, Nation of Islam, and the black people rebelling in urban centers throughout the 1960s. He "did it right" and valued non-violence, not rocking the boat but rather petitioning to the morality of an awakening nation that finally saw the light. Thus the American project has been salvaged through the most palatable of means.
Though that's just what it is, palatable. Martin Luther King's legacy is a very admirable narrative of social agitation based on love and forgiveness, values he sacrificed his life for. On its head, this is of course, true. Though MLK was decidedly a radical and his peaceful means were deeply unpopular in his time. King operated not as a foil to more "radical" elements but was himself a radical in his own right. There is a utilitarian purpose for blunting the revolutionary and radical character of deified historical figures especially in the light of an ongoing struggle for rights. Making a whitewashed MLK the standard-bearer of "good" political conduct for marginalized communities (as determined by the state) serves a political purpose to stall change and funnel it into acceptable ways for those in power.
Dr. Cornell West posits an argument in what he dubs the "Santa Clausization" of Martin Luther King, a man robbed of radicalism and substance while being canonized into the American mythos as a harmless icon of "doing it right". In this, Dr. West states his case bluntly:
“We have to resist the ‘Santa Claus-ification’ of Martin Luther King. I don’t want to sanitize Martin Luther King. I don’t want to deodorize Dr. Martin Luther King. I don’t want to disinfect Dr. Martin Luther King, and we’re not gonna domesticate Dr. King,”
In this sense, even in a top-down manner, the movement for civil rights was a lot more radical than it is remembered in historical memory. In his day, these manners of protest were radical and deeply unpopular among white America. According to Gallup in polls taken in 1961, only 22% of Americans surveyed had a positive connotation with Freedom Riders. Relatedly, Only 28% of Americans felt that sit-ins helped the cause of civil rights. 27% of Americans also believed that mass demonstrations were aiding African-American's causes. In this sense, it's never the "right time" to agitate, and that even these vaunted protest methodologies were radical rather than common sense policies, even in a vacuum.
White political actors such as the Kennedy brothers had a mixed relationship with the civil rights movement, including the stormy meeting of Robert F. Kennedy with civil rights leaders such as James Baldwin and Lorraine Hansberry. This included increased surveillance on Baldwin, coercion, organizational disruption, and pointed criticisms of dragging their feet on civil rights policies. As such, white political actors were not major drivers of social change but were rather forced and affected upon from the bottom.
3. The Nature of Non-Violence
Violence in itself is a very loaded word. In popular conception, there is a dichotomy of "violence" and "non-violence" both strictly and subconsciously defined. The presence of guns at a demonstration is "violent" and so is a riot, though the state does not paradoxically engage in violence or is held to this standard. There is often in reality no distinction between "non-violent" and "violent", and in the case of the Civil Rights Movement, they overlap.
One case where we can see a recasting of the nature of non-violence in this era is the book This Non-Violent Stuff'll Get You Killed by Charles Cobb. An SNCC member agitating in Mississippi, Cobb posits that guns and armed self-defense are traditionally inherent to black political agitation and that their nature with the civil rights movement played a crucial step. Cobb lays out his case when he writes:
But although nonviolence was crucial to the gains made by the freedom struggle of the 1950s and ’60s, those gains could not have been achieved without the complementary and still underappreciated practice of armed self-defense. The claim that armed self-defense was a necessary aspect of the civil rights movement is still controversial. However, wielding weapons, especially firearms, let both participants in nonviolent struggle and their sympathizers protect themselves and others under terrorist attack for their civil rights activities. This willingness to use deadly force ensured the survival not only of countless brave men and women but also of the freedom struggle itself.
The tradition of armed self-defense is a long tradition in black rural tradition. Dating back to defending from racial massacres, black communities armed for self-defense in order to protect their civil liberties and livelihoods from hostile outsiders. This tradition carries over to the agitation in the 1960s against the conventional wisdom of Martin Luther King "doing it right" and the Black Panthers being "radical". King of course was said to have kept an arsenal of firearms and armed guards, particularly after repeated attacks against him. Both King and the Black Panthers sought armed self-defense and mutual aid as a way to protect their fellow countrymen and their movements. In this sense, non-violence and "violence" can not be dissevered and do not operate on a dichotomy.
Robert Franklin Williams chronicles his tense time as an NAACP organizer in Monroe, North Carolina where violence was endemic in the early 1960s. In detailing his relationship with his civil agitation and firearms he writes:
The incidents which took place in Monroe, which I witnessed and which I suffered, will give some idea of the conditions in the South, conditions that can no longer be borne. That is why, one hundred years after the Civil War began, we Negroes in Monroe armed ourselves in self-defense and used our weapons. We showed that our policy worked. The lawful authorities of Monroe and North Carolina acted to enforce order only after, and as a direct result of, our being armed. Previously they had connived with the Ku Klux Klan in the racist violence against our people. Self-defense prevented bloodshed and forced the law to establish order.
4. The Nature of Organizing and "Big Men"
One of the larger issues with a conventional narrative is the overlooking of traditional grassroots organization. Instead of individual acts of bravery that seem herculean, social justice often operated through dense networks of collaboration.
The Emmett Till case was, unfortunately, only unique in the manner that it was highly publicized. Many black people would simply go missing in Mississippi. Till was visiting from Chicago and was not familiar with the rather insane racial procedures expected to be followed. When he was lynched, his mother in Chicago fought to transport his body back as it was almost buried in Mississippi. Till's mother showed great bravery in petitioning for her son's body to be taken back to Chicago where it was given a gruesome open-air funeral. Till's mother was also very active in Chicago's NAACP where she was able to leverage historically black publications to bring national attention to the case. In this sense, organizing through black newspapers gave Emmett's lynching a national audience that it otherwise would not have. Much like publications like Freedom's Journal in 1827, magazines like Jet, Chicago Defender, and Ebony were crucial to the civil rights movement. White publications largely ignored Till's story at the time and many white Americans were often unfamiliar with the lynching.
In this same way, local organizing was immensely influential with the establishment of Regional Councils of Negro Leadership, Baptist Churches, and local branches of the NAACP and other national organizations. Localized networks of black communities tied through speech and political organization allowed people such as Freedom Riders and local boycotts to come into effect all throughout the south.
The Montgomery Bus Boycott was not an example of spontaneous demonstration but rather a political action created through the nexus of national and local organizations across class, gender, and even racial lines. Rosa Parks was a lifelong member of the NAACP and received social rights training in a specialized social justice school in Tennessee (with alumni such as John Lewis, Julian Bond, MLK, and so on). She also worked on civil rights campaigns, including defense on the trial of the Scottsboro Boys. Her refusal to move from the bus was deliberately planned, as she had also done 10 years earlier, and was the 3rd black woman to refuse to move on the bus in Montgomery.
Beyond Rosa Parks, the Montgomery Bus Boycott was made possible for its 381-day duration due to the efforts of local black women, who were often sidelined when arrests made the boycott famous. The Women's Political Counsel made the boycott possible through a mass effort of organizing carpooling to bus participants to and from work. Without the efforts of these forgotten local women, the legacy of MLK and Rosa Parks could not have stood on its own.
It is much more accurate to view the Civil Rights Movement, not as a movement orchestrated by the "big men" of history, but rather as a continuation of black organization and a collective effort dating back centuries. A picture of the Civil Rights Movement is incomplete without taking this into account. The background of Rosa Parks in particular leans heavily on the less publicized social justice work being done in the early 20th century, leaning on the fact that she attended a specialized school in black political organization well before her famous actions of defiance. Without localized black political structures, churches, community networks, and black media in conjunction with the combined effort of millions, the Civil Rights Movement could not have gotten off the ground.
5. Civil Rights and the Cold War
Another unexplained facet of this era is how it intersected with international and domestic politics. The Cold War shaped and molded the Civil Rights Era, though it is often seen as completely separate. In reality, the beginning of this traditional Civil Rights era coincides with the height of the Cold War, HUAC, and McCarthyism. Civil rights had everything to do with national security concerns. While the Cold War gave rise to a new vehicle of rhetoric for black voices, it also limited the scope and results of the movement.
This era of civil rights agitation is actually somewhat unique. While historically black political organization leaned heavily on internationalism, many in the Civil Rights Era defined themselves as primarily citizens of the United States leaning on nationalist rhetoric. In doing so, this adapted to the Cold War climate effected by decolonization and the potential of embarrassment in a political climate marked by aligning many in the global south. In ruling for Brown V Board, justices and political organizers leaned heavily on the word "unamerican" in criticizing segregation, framing it in patriotic terms despite segregation being very imbued in American society. Political organizers often leaned on stressing their roles as Americans and all that entails in a time of surging nationalism in the face of a Cold War.
In the aftermath of Brown V Board, only 3 southern senators refused to sign the "Southern Manifesto" decrying the break in the constitution by the ruling, among them Texas Senator Lyndon B Johnson and Albert Gore who had larger political ambitions and not in danger of losing his constituency. In this sense, the "reformed LBJ" is just playing smart politics. In 1957, Little Rock showed an erosion of law of order as the governor disobeyed the order to integrate, despite he himself not being elected as a segregationist. Eisenhower himself believes integration is a local issue. Little Rock showed weakness in the presidency, rule of law, and was a national embarrassment to the United States in courting nations in the global south against the Soviet Union. Eisenhower looks to move more hastily on integration due to Cold War concerns.
Interest convergence plays heavily into the granting of civil rights, starting with Truman de-segregating the military in 1948 to gain African-American votes in the upcoming elections, causing southern democrats to break off from the party. This schism would coalesce into the famous political divisions we would see in 1964.
Figures such as WEB DuBois, Paul Robeson, and other figures were increasingly denied travel abroad due to their political leanings. The Council of African Affairs listed both in subversive groups, barring them from having a passport and participating in international conferences. WEB DuBois was forbidden from attending the Bandung Conference in Indonesia in 1955 with Congressman Adam Clayton Powell attending in his place. Powell claims at the conference that America is a place of complete racial inequality. African-American presence in the international community is shrunk by Cold War politics leading to an adaption of rhetoric to Cold War contexts.
This helps put the later Black Panthers into context, they were not an aberration in their focus on a changing international racial world order but rather a return to the mean. Envisioning themselves as a global majority rather than a national minority. In reality, black citizens of Mississippi often didn't live in wholly dissimilar living conditions than many people of color in global decolonizing south.
There are, however, limiting factors. When addressing civil rights concerns in a nationalist context, integration can move as slowly as the law allows for the purpose of international optics. In 1964, Arkansas, Alabama, and many other states are still not integrated. In Virginia in 1959, a county closed all of its public schools and issued vouchers to white students to go to private schools which lasted until the Supreme Court struck it down in 1964 to reopen public schools for white students. By the 1970s, school funding was separated from affluent suburbs and the city while northern schools were less integrated than they were in 1954.
While the Civil Rights movement used nationalist rhetoric in the Cold War to ensure civil rights protections, it limited the scope of employable rhetoric. How does one deal with defacto economic arguments? Integrate Little Rock to show communists we are not racist though if you argue for a more centralized government to redistribute wealth in order to combat de facto segregation you now sound like a communist.
What actually was the true extent of victories in this era, one has to ask? The era seems to be less of a glowing success as one may think upon further inspection.
Conclusion
Well that was a lot, sorry about that. I hope you maybe learned something. If you have any feedback or criticism I encourage you to post it in the comments. I again have to ask you give me some leeway with the source of bad history here, I felt that this was the best way to organize while not criticizing a specific historical narrative too harshly.
As we have demonstrated, the conventional optimistic narrative detailed by Dr. Payne of the resounding success of the Civil Rights Movement and later radicalism of black Americans is extremely flawed. We are also able to better contextualize this movement in a greater tradition of black political organization. The narratives of this era are optimistic and palatable, offering a redemption story for the United States after coming to reckon with its past. Instead of operating in generalizations and dichotomy of the machinations of social justice, we are better able to understand the nature of power and race in the United States.
Sources
Introduction:
Part 1:
  • Power-Greene, Ousmane. Against Wind and Tide: The African American Struggle Against The Colonization Movement. New York, NY. New York University Press, 2014.
  • Polgar, Paul. Standard-Bearers of Equality: America’s First Abolition Movement. Chapel Hill, NC. University of North Carolina Press, 2019.
  • Foner, Eric. Reconstruction: America's Unfinished Revolution, 1863-1877: Updated Edition. New York, NY: Perennial Classics, 2014.
  • Foner, Eric. “Why Reconstruction Matters.” The New York Times. The New York Times, March 28, 2015. https://www.nytimes.com/2015/03/29/opinion/sunday/why-reconstruction-matters.html.
  • Aptheker, Herbert. American Negro Slave Revolts: Herbert Aptheker. New York, NY: Columbia University Press, 1945.
Part 2:
Part 3:
  • Cobb, Charles E. Jr. This Nonviolent Stuff'll Get You Killed: How Guns Made the Civil Rights Movement Possible. Oxford, UK: Oxford Univ. Press, 2014.
  • Williams, Robert Franklin. Negroes with Guns. New York, NY: Marzani & Munsell, 1962.
Part 4:
  • Green, Adam. “Chapter 4: A Moment in Simultaneity .” Essay. In Selling the Race: Culture, Community, and Black Chicago, 1940-1955, 179–210. Chicago, IL: University of Chicago Press, 2009.
  • M. Von Eschen, Penny. Race against Empire: Black Americans and Anticolonialism, 1937-1957. Ithaca, NY: Cornell University Press, 1997.
  • Brown, Jeffery M. Black Internationalism: Embracing an Economic Paradigm, 23 MICH. J. INT'L L. 807 (2002). https://repository.law.umich.edu/mjil/vol23/iss4/2
  • Witt, John Fabian. The Internationalist Beginnings of American Civil Liberties. https://ssrn.com/abstract=539802
  • Hodder, Jake. Toward a Geography of Black Internationalism: Bayard Rustin, Nonviolence, and the Promise of Africa. Annals of the American Association of Geographers, 2016. 106:6, 1360-1377, DOI: 10.1080/24694452.2016.1203284
Part 5:
  • Bell, Derrick A. "Brown v. Board of Education and the Interest-Convergence Dilemma." Harvard Law Review 93, no. 3 (1980): 518-33. Accessed November 29, 2020. doi:10.2307/1340546.
  • Dudziak, Mary L. "Brown as a Cold War Case." The Journal of American History 91, no. 1 (2004): 32-42. Accessed November 29, 2020. doi:10.2307/3659611.
P.S
Immeasurable thanks to my university professor, who will remain unnamed. I leaned heavily on notes and his sources from his class for this writing. This is not possible without him.
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2020.11.29 13:48 ta_advice_please Ex [22F] and I [22M] kissed while drunk

Had a relationship with this girl on high-school. It was my first serious relationship and meant a lot to me. We broke up due to her "not having time" and not being emotionally available for me. Despite breaking up, we still spent time together, we never "got back", but over the span of the past 5 years we had on/offs, lots of time without contact and then re-kindling stuff some months for it to fail later.
Last time (2 years ago) I wanted to try again (3rd attempt) at dating her, she "wasn't ready for a relationship now" but she still "wanted me as the father of their child". That seemed crazy for me, I asked her to go no-contact. I reached out to her again after 1/1.5 years of not talking to eachother, just to be friends.
We never had big fights, no violence, we never had sex. I just see that I might never get rid of this strong attraction and affection I have for her. Since we broke up I haven't been able to start another serious relationship, dated people but nothing worked out, same case for her. Therapy says it's been a bad luck streak for me of emotionally unavailable people.
Yesterday she invited me to hang out, have some pizza and wine, we drank a little too much (2 bottles), things got funny and we kissed. I'm not dating anyone atm (just a fwb) so i'm not cheating and not planning to do anything else with my ex. I've been going to therapy on those 5 years, therapist thinks my ex is crazy.
I told her we should talk about what happened when we get sober, we talked about how we should let eachother go and that this happening just shows how strong our attraction is and how difficult a friendship would be.
This is the first time anything like this happens to me, I don't feel guilty but I feel sad about throwing away all the progress I've made in therapy to stay away from something happening with my ex.
Any tips? Thanks.
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2020.11.29 11:43 shwile Food Diary: A Week In Canberra, Australia

FOOD DIARY: Monday 23 - Sunday 29 November 2020
Number of People in household: 2 adults (myself and husband, known herein as the Man Of The House)
Pets: 1 greedy, mellow doggo, 1 greedy, demanding cat, 3 greedy, zen goldfish
Average Monthly Grocery Budget: $750 Australian (includes wine, doesn’t include pet food or eating out)
Dietary Restrictions: None
Occupation: Defence (civilian)
Location: Canberra, Australia
Stores: I typically shop at: Aldi, Coles, Woolworths, IGA, farmers market
Day 1: Monday
4:30am: I wake at first light and mess about on my phone while waiting for MOTH to wake up. Normally I'd go for a pre-walk walk or do some yoga but I hurt my foot two weeks ago and am in recovery mode. MOTH usually wakes around 5:30 when Smaug (our cat) opens a yellow eye, flexes his claws, and starts pestering for breakfast. He commences with mewls and semi-loving headbutts, progresses to whining and picking at the carpet, then yowls as he slashes our feet and stalks up and down our bodies.
5:45am: We hear Doggo haul out of bed and shake. At 13, he can no longer climb the stairs so he sleeps downstairs. He’s keen for his morning walk, even though it’s slow. Smaug’s pre-prandial violence has escalated such that MOTH will cop a paw (with claw) to the face if breakfast is not provided NOW. The dye is cast and we get up. He races us downstairs, swiping Doggo on the way to the kitchen.
6:00am: Doggo has half his breakfast kibble before his walk and the rest with his arthritis medication when we come back. Smaug has half a small can of wet food (like crack to him) and a heaped tablespoon of prescription kibble (he almost puts his paw over his nose when he eats this, such is his disgust). The fish, who live in a huge enamelled plant bowl on our terrace, have flakes and some peeled frozen peas and swim up as soon as they see me. I love their scaly faces.
6:10am: Pets fed, we head out with Doggo on our morning walk. We stop by our local cafe and order our regular two long blacks with splashes of milk to go.
7:00am: Home. We’ve been out for almost hour but only walked about 3kms. Such is life with an old dog. Our own exercise is suffering but neither of us wants to give up this time with him.
I get some pork loin out to defrost for dinner and pack our lunches whilst MOTH empties the dishwasher and has a Nespresso coffee. I also whizz up and drink a breakfast smoothie: celery, blueberries, mint (from our garden), ground cinnamon, coconut yoghurt, vanilla protein powder and ice. MOTH will have cereal at his desk when he gets to work.
MOTH is in the office Monday thru Friday; I work two days in the office, two days at home and don’t work Fridays. We maybe buy lunch and or breakfast once during the working week. Today for lunch MOTH has left over lasagne with a rocket, spinach and parmesan side salad. I always cook more than we need so there’s plenty for lunches. He also has some homemade choc-chip cookies because I am a feeder. I know too for a fact that his work wife feeds him daily snacks such as pretzels lol
8:10am: Check Smaug is inside. He is an indoor cat because his murder mitts can’t be trusted with any living thing, plus he’s far too precious to be roadkill. However he has access to our balconies so he gets some outdoor time. He’s a big cat (7kgs) and can’t jump off them but he loves being out there and “hides” (lol, he’s enormous) when it’s time to come in. Secure Smaug, ensure Doggo’s comfortable and we leave for work.
8:40am: Peppermint tea and an apple at my desk as I get the day underway. I am trying to eat more fruit but to be honest I much prefer veggies (by that, I mean ice cream).
11:00am: I start thinking about lunch. Drink water instead. Ugh.
12:05pm: MOTH has his lunch at noon on the dot. I think this is weird because it makes the afternoon sooo much longer and make myself wait until 12:30. He thinks this is weird because “time is an artificial construct” and we should eat when hungry. Okay Boomer.
12:30pm: Lunch! In the lead-up, I fancy I achieve valuable insight into the pets’ anxiety related behaviours as meal times approach. Note however I am not clawing anyone’s face off.
Today I’m having canned red salmon (with skin and bones) mixed with mayonnaise, lemon juice and spring onions on Vitawheat crackers with a big glass of water. We don’t eat a lot of fish (not our thing) but for health reasons I’m trying to eat two portions a week. It’s a stretch goal. I finish with a mini Whittaker’s coconut chocolate bar because this NZ chocolate is simply the best.
3:00pm: Sometimes around now I’ll go prowling for snacks. Today I find none, which is unacceptable and I tell my team they Must. Do. Better. I have peppermint tea instead.
4:45pm: Meet MOTH at the car for the ride home. It can take us 30 minutes to go around 5kms, which is kinda ridiculous. But driving is more convenient that public transport, which is important when you have a 13 year old inside dog with a dodgy bladder.
5:10pm: Home. Let Doggo out, then he races inside for his (grain free) treat. We quickly snack on hummus and crackers. Smaug’s howling for supper but he’s shit out of luck because it’s not yet 6:00pm. If we feed him too early, he gets up earlier for breakfast. It’s a finely calibrated balancing act we don’t want to mess with. Anyway, he has kibble left in his dish, which I show him, and he sullenly chokes it down.
5:20pm: We take Doggo to the dog park for his afternoon mooch. We’re very lucky because it’s right across the street and even has a duck pond! He reads and responds to his pee-mails and sniffs all the butts.
We hear Smaug wailing from the balcony as we approach the house. He’s part Asian breed (Bombay, we think) and they’re very vocal cats. We certainly know his views about things (as do our neighbours).
5:45pm: Home. MOTH feeds the beasties whilst I get our dinner prep underway. Usually I’d do this on Sunday afternoon but we had a busy weekend. Tonight we’re having pork loin stir fry and I normally do enough for two dinners and one work lunch. I thinly slice pork loin strips and add thinly sliced onion, crushed garlic, a glug of olive oil and a couple glugs of oyster sauce. I add dashes of onion powder and garlic powder and let this marinate whilst I do the veggies. I slice about 6 broccolini stems and heads, a bunch of asparagus, some spring onions and around two cups of button mushrooms. I wash the veggies and add to the meat and stir so all the saucy goodness soaks into everything. Then I put two cups of brown rice covered with water into the microwave to cook. This takes about 20 minutes.
All the while, Doggo watches me craftily from the kitchen threshold; he has been my cooking buddy for 13 years and I cannot set foot in the kitchen without him shadowing me. He knows I’ve set aside some raw pork for him, so he’s on best behaviour.
Smaug (not on best behaviour) is also milling about wanting exactly what Doggo gets. He knows when Doggo gets treats and comes running for his share, often first forensically sniffing Doggo’s chops to find out what snack has been dispensed. They both get some raw pork loin trimmings.
6:15pm: We usually eat around 7:00pm so I take a bath while MOTH does some work from home. Smaug joins me in the bathroom and bats at the bubbles and then my forehead when I sink under. One time he got it very, very wrong and ended up in the drink with me. Not sure who was more traumatised 🤨
7:00pm: We meet in the kitchen! We each finish our stirfry very differently and I cook mine first. I heat the wok to volcanic, spray with oil, and then dump in about 1.5 cups of the stirfry mix. I add a generous squirt of sriracha, some soy sauce, and about three tablespoons of PB2 (powdered peanut butter). I fry it off super quick until the pork’s sealed, then add a cup of cooked brown rice. I shake it all about then let it settle until a crust forms on the bottom of the rice. I add a bit of water, shake it all about, then let another crust form. At this point I might add an egg but tonight I don’t. Instead I sprinkle over some blanched almond slivers and toasted pine nuts and tip into a noodle bowl. Yum!
MOTH does none of this. He basically stir fries his meat, veggies and rice and adds some soy. He finds mine too spicy, I think his is too bland. Viva la difference.
Smaug and Doggo beg from me at every meal and I give in Every. Time. because I am weak. And a feeder. Smaug inhales his pork and Doggo enjoys his broccolini. We watch House Hunters while we eat, followed by The Crown.
8:30pm: We snack on Connoisseur Mint Choc Cookie ice cream bars. So, so good.
9:00pm: Potty Doggo, call in Smaug (who’s huntin’ on the balcony), feed both bedtime treats and retire upstairs to read. We’re up early so it’s lights out by 10:00pm on a school night. Smaug usually curls up with me; tonight he lets me love on him a little when he’s sleepy. He was a half feral rescue kitten so is missing some social niceties but we love his feisty face.
Day 2: Tuesday
4:30am: Awake now. Summer’s coming and Doggo really feels the heat so cool early morning walks are best for him. That said, not even Smaug’s awake yet so I scroll, scroll, scroll until his morning assault commences.
6:10am: We head out with Doggo on our morning walk. We stop by our local cafe. MOTH gets his regular long black/splash but this morning I get a double piccolo. It used to confuse the barista that i order different coffees (apparently super unusual... okay Zoomer) but he’s used to it now.
7:00am: Regular pre-work routine. MOTH makes a Nespresso and I whip up my morning smoothie: blueberries, celery, cinnamon, banana, vanilla protein powder, oats and coconut yoghurt. I pack our lunches. Today MOTH’s having roast pork, crackling, green beans, roast potatoes and gravy (frozen left overs from last week).
8:40am: Peppermint tea and an apple at my desk.
12:30pm: Tummy time! Today I’m eating leftover homemade bacon, potato and leek soup. I toast and butter a multigrain English muffin to go with. We had the soup for supper on Sunday night and the flavours have developed since then. Very tasty.
3:10pm: I scarf a mini Whittaker’s coconut chocolate bar.
5:15pm: Arrive home, follow afternoon routine. We both snack on humus and crackers. Doggo gets anxious if things don’t happen when he thinks they should so we try to minimise his mental stress without being too regimented. That said, we are very much routine-based people. There’s no dinner prep to do tonight because we’re eating the rest of the stirfry mix with brown rice. I pad it out with more broccolini because veggies.
7:00pm: Dinner time. Smaug claws my butt through the ladder back of my chair to let me know he wants his share. I hand over a sliver of fried pork and give Doggo some broccolini. Doggo’s got kidney issues so we’re conscious he needs balanced meals and we’re careful with his snacks.
8:00pm: We both scarf a cookies and cream ice cream bar whilst watching Space Force.
9:00pm: Commence bed time routine.
Day 3: Wednesday
5:00am: Slept in a little this morning! Scrolled my phone and played blanket fingers with Smaug until MOTH gets up. Put bandaid on slashed hand.
6:10am: Collect our coffees while we walk Doggo. MOTH has his usual and this morning I’m having an iced long black with a splash and a pump of sugar- free vanilla syrup. I get this one regularly during summer.
7:00am: I work from home on Wednesdays so I’m in no hurry with my breakfast smoothie. I’ll make it when MOTH’s left for work. I get some homemade burger patties out of the freezer for dinner. Then I pack his lunch: last of the bacon and potato soup with a cheese and ham on sourdough that he can toast to go with at work. When lockdown happened I (along with everyone else) started making my own sourdough - and it went really well - but OMG the effort. Couldn’t be doing with it so now we just buy it again from the local bakery. Anyhoo. Check MOTH’s snack situation and he tells me he’s doing okay. I throw in an Aldi Moser Roth salted caramel chocolate bar anyway. If you’re not familiar with Moser Roth chocolate, get around it now. Seriously delicious, good quality chocolate in all sorts of flavours and half the price of brands like Lindt. Sensible sized bars too (around 20gm, five bars to a sleeve).
8:15am: We’re out of peppermint tea. I walk to the local IGA (bigger than a corner store, not as large as a full line grocery store) to corner store and pick up a box and decide to swing by the cafe on the way home. On our dog walk earlier I noticed fresh pastries were being delivered so I stop in and select a fresh, flaky, buttery croissant. Croissants are one of my favourite food groups. The breakfast smoothie is forgotten.
8:30am: I login to work and read emails while drinking my peppermint tea and eating my oven-warmed croissant. I like it with strawberry preserves or perhaps marmalade, but I eat it plain this morning. Doggo’s snorkelling around the table for crumbs but he should know better... neither of the beasties ever get a crumb of croissant as my prize is mine, all mine.
12:30pm: It’s been a steady morning, time to break for lunch. I always find I get more done at home than the office, because I’m not interrupted by meetings and people dropping by. We have flexible working hours, and I work part time too, so as long as I complete my agreed hours, work doesn’t mind when I log on and off. However wherever I am, I do tend to stick to my routine.
Lunch today is scrambled eggs on sourdough toast. I scramble two large free range eggs (from a colleague’s happy pet chickens) with some butter, home grown chives and a handful of spinach leaves. I serve the eggs over fresh smashed avocado on toasted sourdough. Doggo is served a grain free treat and a scrap of avo, toast and egg. Smaug’s nowhere to be seen. He retires for the day around 9:00am (generally asleep in the sun upstairs) and won’t grace me with his presence until late afternoon.
3:00pm: One of MOTH’s team is having a birthday tomorrow so I’ve promised some cupcakes. At the start of lockdown (now over), when we were working 100% from home, I (along with the rest of Australia) bought myself a Kitchenaid stand mixer and I can’t believe I went so long without one. I am now a cupcake queen! Today’s (tomorrow’s?) flavour is red velvet with cream cheese frosting.
I check my work emails while I cook but I’ve had a productive day and stuff I’ve sent out hasn’t yet come back. I snack on an Oreo with half a glass of A2 milk and of course test the batter and frosting too. Doggo knows there’s nothing here for him but stakes out the kitchen anyhow.
5:30pm: MOTH arrives home. We have our regular hummus and crackers snack and set off for our afternoon walk with Doggo. We swing by the IGA on the way home because Wednesday night is date night in our house and we all know that really means WINE night. We buy a bottle of local riesling because we’re staying in tonight, not going out to eat.
6.15pm: We set up on the terrace with a gin and tonic and enjoy the warm evening. Shortly MOTH will light the BBQ to cook the burgers. I make a batch of patties every month or so and defrost as required. Nothing too fancy, just ground beef, couple of free range eggs, a variety of chopped herbs from our garden, garlic powder, onion powder, salt, pepper and maybe a splash of Worcester sauce. I don’t add breadcrumbs or onions etc.
7:15pm: We enjoy our burgers on toasted brioche buns with avocado, mayonnaise, spinach, tomato, and cheese. MOTH also adds bacon to his. We have some salted Kettle chips on the side. The local Riesling to go with is cool, crisp and delicious. Doggo gets a little smidge of burger and a bacon rind but Smaug gets nothing as he’s not allowed on the terrace (he’d be off like a shot). He’s not happy but I’ll let him snack on his cat grass on the balcony later to make up for it. He can’t have free access to cat grass because he binges and then throws up. A bit like me and wine really (lol j/k).
8:00pm onwards: We finish our wine, taste-test a red velvet cupcake each (delicious!) and follow bedtime routine.
Day 4: Thursday
5:15am: A later start this morning. Perhaps we shouldn’t have had the G&T AND the wine but YOLO. I need maxtreme coffee this morning so I go downstairs and make a Nespresso double espresso with one sugar and feed the pets whilst waiting for MOTH to appear. We set off on our dog walk and I back up my double espresso with a double piccolo, no sugar. MOTH gets his usual long black with a splash.
8:00am: MOTH informs me he’s buying lunch today so no need to pack anything except the cupcakes. I make my breakfast smoothie and settle down with my peppermint tea to get started on work.
11:00am: I hear a cacophony on the terrace and wander out to investigate. There’s a couple of crimson rosellas squabbling on the bird feeder. I forgot to put out their seed yesterday and they’re letting me know about it. Oops. I top up the seed and notice that our local Currawong (native Australian bird, resembles a crow/raven) has snipped several flowers off our passionfruit vine. He does this when I forget to leave out his raisins. I am annoyed because fruit can’t set without flowers. I top up the raisins and make sure the bird bath is full too. We are lucky to have loads of bird varieties around our house. My favourites are the local magpie family, who feed from our hands. I make a cup of strong English breakfast tea while I’m up, which I have with a home-made choc-chip cookie (I ignore the apple I set out on the counter this morning). Back to work.
12:30pm: Lunch time. I decide on a ham, avocado, tomato and spinach sandwich with Branston pickle and the rest of the salted Kettle chips left from last night. I think I don’t drink enough water so I have a huge glass on the side. I ponder what to make for dinner and decide on BBQ beef chilli. I quickly peel and dice onions and garlic and sweat these off in the wok and add to my slow cooker. I seal my mince (ground beef) in the wok and add black beans, Worcestershire sauce, vinegar, mustard, BBQ sauce, ketchup and chilli sauce. I add onion powder, garlic powder and celery salt. I sprinkle over some flour and let the mix cook out. I then add some beef stock and stir it to the simmer before transferring to the slow cooker. This takes about 15 minutes and the chilli will bubble away all afternoon.
5:30pm: MOTH arrives home and I shut down for the day too. He has hummus and crackers and I have peanut butter and crackers. I adore peanut butter, especially the Mayver’s crunchy brand. It’s 100% peanuts with a little salt but no added fat or sugar. I have recently started buying PB in little portion control tubs because I was easily getting through a whole jar a week (I know, don’t @ me). MOTH also tells me that the cupcakes were “best ever”, which is nice feedback, noting his team say this every time I make them. They’re a good crowd.
7:30pm: We settle down in front of The Crown with what I grandly call Chipotle-At-Home. Pre-COVID, MOTH and I loved to travel and spent some time last year in the US. We became semi obsessed with Chipotle - there is nothing quite like it here in our small town. I serve the BBQ chilli beef with warmed tortillas, home made guac, shredded cheese, tomato salsa, brown rice, black beans and iceberg lettuce. It’s not quite as good as the real thing but it hits the spot and there’ll be leftovers too. Smaug and Doggo request their share, one politely and one, not so. I’ll let you do the math.
8:30pm onwards: We’re having friends over for dinner tomorrow night so we chat about the menu and the shopping list whilst eating a cookies and cream ice cream bar. We don’t usually have dessert every night but we seem to be this week!
Day 5: Friday
5:00am: Scroll,scroll, scroll until MOTH’s awake. Commence morning routine, including dog walk and coffee run. Today we both have iced long blacks with a splash of milk and sugar-free syrup.
8:00am: Whip up my breakfast smoothie while I pack MOTH’s lunch. Today he’s having Bits and Pieces from the fridge because Friday is shopping day so everything must go! I pack up left over ham, salami, tomato, avocado, tomato, cheddar cheese, spinach leaves and hummus. He will buy a roll from the bakery near work and make his own sandwich. I keep quiet as he rustles around in the pantry for the left over Kettle chips. They long gone baby!
8:30am: Having dropped MOTH at work, I head towards the mall. Although I like grocery shopping, I loathe crowds, so I like to get in early. I have a loose meal plan for the weekend and week ahead but I also tend to sneak in things that look good too.
- At Aldi I spend just on $100 on chicken thighs, baby red potatoes, avocados, brown onions, leeks, brown rice, plain flour, frozen blueberries, button mushrooms, 2 heads of garlic, green beans, asparagus, celery, baby spinach, canned pink salmon, broccolini, spring onions (scallions), coconut yoghurt, 2 bottles of rose wine and two bottles of white wine. I also impulse buy some paper Christmas napkins and some freezer bags.
- At Coles, a full line grocery store, I spend just over $130 on ice cream, heavy cream, ramen broth, miso mushroom broth, chicken stock, big potatoes for baking, parsnips, grapes, cheese biscuits, brie, smoked salmon, cream cheese, A2 milk, baked beans, buttermilk, butter, canola oil, chocolate chips, frozen BBQ pork dumplings, frozen pork and chive dumplings, steak, grain free dog treats, hummus, antipasto pack, shaved loin ham, fresh egg noodles, sugar free tonic water and and lamb shoulder on the bone (because, on special!). Oh, and toilet rolls. I buy a 20 pack because I’m still scarred from almost running out during the panic buying earlier this year.
This is a fairly standard weekly shop for us, maybe a little more expensive this week because we’re having people over tonight. I tend to buy household items like laundry powder, soap, shampoo etc when I see them on special but there’s nothing we need this week and no enticing specials either. So groceries only.
10:00am: Arrive home, put away groceries, treat up Doggo because he’s drooling at the sight of the food. Decide to have a quick cup of strong English breakfast tea with some grapes before I commence making tonight’s meal: braised chicken thighs in a white wine and tarragon sauce. This is a recipe my mother gave me and is on semi-high rotation in our house. However I don’t think I’ve made it for these friends yet and I’m looking forward to seeing what they think. I’ll make extra because left overs.
I start skinning and trimming the chicken thighs and of course Smaug immediately apparates. He sets up shop with Doggo on the threshold and they watch me closely. I sear the thighs in butter and olive oil then set those aside whilst I sweat off diced onions, crushed garlic, sliced mushrooms and thinly sliced leeks. I sprinkle over just a little flour to soak up the excess butteoil and then deglaze the pan with some white wine. I place the thighs back into the pan (I’m using a Chasseur cast iron casserole) and top up with a little chicken stock. I nip outside and gather some fresh tarragon and snip some chives. I quickly wash and roughly chop the tarragon and add to the braise. I also add a few sprinkles of dried jar tarragon. I place the covered dish in the oven on very low heat to braise for the next hour; this will cook the meat and then I’ll leave covered in the oven before uncovering and heating through thoroughly and then finishing with some cream when we’re ready to eat.
I wash, top and tail the green beans, slice some spinach and wash the baby red potatoes, leaving the skins on. I dice bacon for the green beans and lightly fry this off with some pine nuts. I place the potatoes in a double steamer - tonight they will be steamed and then mashed (skin on) with chives, garlic and a touch of cream. I’ll also steam the green beans and toss them in butter, bacon, sliced spinach and pine nuts. I put a bottle of French champagne in the fridge and double check we’ve got wine chilling too. We’re covering the nibbles and main course, and our friends are bringing dessert.
12:30pm: It’s lunch time but I’m not feeling very toothy. I decide on some toast and Vegemite for lunch and given we’re eating a lot tonight, this is probably a good thing. I spend the rest of the afternoon sprucing up the house (vacuuming, floors, tidying etc) before sneaking in a crafty nap around 3:00pm.
5:30pm: MOTH arrives home and forgoes his snack because People Are Coming and there are Things To Do. He whips Doggo around the oval then feeds the pets. He brushes Doggo and dresses him in a cute bandana. I suggest he brushes Smaug too but Smaug takes one look at the Furminator and does a runner. Meanwhile I assemble the antipasto and cheese grazing platter and complete a few last minute chores.
6:30pm: Our friends arrive - they’ve brought a lemon tart for dessert. Yippee! I whisk it into the fridge while MOTH opens the Champagne and we go out to the terrace with our bubbles and grazing platter. I quickly check the braise and turn the oven back on. I also put the potatoes on to steam.
7:45pm: I nip into the kitchen to finish dinner. I place the braise on the gas cooktop and check the sauce consistency before adding some heavy cream and reducing lightly. I mash the steamed potatoes and stir in some butter, crushed garlic, a dash of cream, and snipped chives. The green beans go into the microwave for 2 minutes and then I finish them in a fry pan with the spinach, bacon and pine nuts. I microplane some Pecorino over the top to finish off the dish. I also warm some dinner rolls. MOTH seats our friends and makes sure everyone has wine and water. Dinner is served family style!
9:15pm: After a respectable break, I serve the lemon tart. Our friends made the filling with their home-grown lemons and also made the pie crust. I serve it with vanilla ice cream and a dollop of heavy cream. It is absolutely delicious - fresh and crisp and very moreish. We have a glass or two of Limoncello and no one wants coffee. We are replete, although no one says no when I bring out some Lindt chocolate balls a little later.
Day 6: Saturday
6:00am: A slower start this morning, given the late night last night (our friends left around midnight). Even Smaug slept in a little, although he’s been on the go since 5:30am. I let him on the balcony with his cat grass to keep him quiet for a bit. Worked for a hot minute and then it didn’t… Our weekend routine doesn’t vary that much from our weekday one, because the pets like to be fed and walked at roughly the same time, and so we oblige. I decide on a double shot skinny mocha for our morning walk. MOTH has his regular long black. We decide to pick up pastries for breakfast on our way home - a plain croissant for me and a chocolate croissant for MOTH. We also pick up a loaf of sour dough.
9:30am: We walk to our local pool to swim laps. We normally go twice a week but we missed our week day swim because we didn’t book in time. There’s a booking system in place because of COVID and lap lane space is limited. I’m always hungry after swimming so I make a banana, cocoyo, blueberry and mint smoothie when we get home. MOTH ate cheese and crackers.
12:30pm: We’re having dumpling and egg noodle soup for lunch today. It’s probably the last time we’ll have this meal for a while as the weather’s warming up. I choose chive and pork dumplings and MOTH has BBQ pork. We decide on the miso mushroom broth and I thinly slice some spring onions and mushrooms to add in. We bring the broth to a simmer then add in the dumplings and egg noodles. Lunch is ready in a flash and is delicious. Doggo and Smaug are dismayed to realise it’s not a pet friendly lunch!
2:00pm: I decide to get the lamb shoulder going as from experience it needs at least 3 hours, plus resting time. It’s a super simple dish and will also provide lots of left overs. I pre-heat the oven to fan force 220 (i.e. very hot). I I rub the lamb with olive oil, salt and pepper then use a sharp knife to make several incisions in the lamb. I go outside and cut some fresh rosemary, wash, and then stuff sprigs of rosemary and peeled garlic slivers into the incisions. I wash and halve three brown onions (leaving skin on) and chop a head of garlic in half (leaving skin on). I place the onion and garlic in the bottom of my enamel roaster, place the lamb shoulder on top and pour about two cups of rose wine into the roaster. I add some more rosemary then cover the roaster tightly with two layers of aluminium foil. I place in the very hot oven, which I immediately turn down to FF 160 (i.e. moderate). I wave it goodbye for at least 3 hours. I quickly prep the vegetables to go with - roast parsnips and potatoes and steamed, buttered broccolini. I peel and par-boil the potatoes and parsnips, then leave them to cool. I trim up the broccolini; this will take about three minutes in the microwave come tummy time. I’ll also have some minted baby peas but MOTH doesn’t like those so all the more for me. I debate whether to make a sauce but I decide to go with pan juices. The lamb will be super tender so won’t need much else. Dinner prep is complete by around 2:30pm and a lazy afternoon ensues.
5:30pm: I check the lamb before we take Doggo for his walk. I decide it needs another 45 minutes and add a little more wine before putting it back in the oven. At this stage I toss the par-boiled potatoes and parsnips in some olive oil and sea salt and place in the oven to roast too. It’s a relatively slow oven so they won’t cook too quickly.
6:15pm: I check the lamb - it’s perfect. Lovely and tender, almost falling off the bone. I remove the onions and garlic and set aside to keep warm. I remove the lamb from the roaster, place on a wooden chopping board and cover with aluminium foil to rest for the next 30 minutes. The parsnips and potatoes are almost done; they’ll be ready by the time the lamb has rested. MOTH and I enjoy a gin and tonic before dinner.
7:00pm: Dinner is served (at the table!) and everything is really good. I decided to make a last minute gravy with the pan juices after all and also found some left over frozen Yorkshire puddings so we added those in too. MOTH opens a lovely bottle of Chianti to accompany the meal.
9:00pm: I go to bed early after falling asleep on the couch watching Space Force. We were both to full from dinner to have dessert tonight.
Day 7: Sunday
6:00am: By the time I wake up, MOTH has fed the pets and he and Doggo are waiting patiently for me to get going. There was a storm last night, so it’s a little humid, and it’s going to be hot today so we need to get Doggo exercised early. We both order iced long blacks with a dash of milk and sugar free vanilla syrup.
7:15am: MOTH fixes himself sourdough toast and Vegemite for breakfast but I’m meeting my friend at the cafe for breakfast so I have a shower whilst he eats.
8:30am: I order toasted banana bread and a double piccolo while catching up with my friend. She orders a large flat white and smashed avo with a side of bacon. My banana bread comes with ricotta and honey but I don’t use the honey; it would be too sweet.
11:00am: MOTH and I go to the mall to do some Christmas shopping. Our families live interstate and overseas so we really need to get their cards and gifts in the mail within the next day or so. The mall is feral but we push through and complete most of our lists. I’ve ordered most of MOTH’s gifts online this year so after this trip, I’m mostly done. It’s not even December yet!
1:00pm: We decide to pick up KFC on the way home. We each get chicken nuggets and fries and MOTH gets a Coke. Doggo begs his heart out for a chimkn nugger but they’re much too salty so he gets a grain free treat instead. Smaug turns his nose up at fast food (what?!) so he gets nothing. We have a lazy afternoon reading, watching tv and napping. I also plant out some sweet basil, tomatoes and birds eye chillis. We have a small but productive garden.
5:30pm: It’s too hot to take Doggo for a proper walk so MOTH gently wets him down with the hose and then takes him across the road to walk around the shady duck pond. We find wetting him helps him keep cooler as he gets terribly hot very quickly. We tried an ice vest for him but he didn’t like it. I do a stocktake of the fridge while they’re out. I do this every Sunday to see what leftovers we have to eat/freeze. I decide we’ll have leftover lamb and veggies tomorrow night. Once portioned, there’s enough left to make a freezer meal. There’s also some tarragon chicken, mashed potatoes and greens left from Friday night - enough for two freezer meals. Finally there’s some chilli beef to use up, so we’ll have that tonight with baked jacket potatoes, sour cream and cheese. Lunches tomorrow will be a ham, avocado and salad roll for MOTH, and I make my canned pink salmon, mayonnaise and spring onion mix to have on crackers. I also make a quick batch of chocolate chip cookies; next weekend I’ll be switching to decorated gingerbread men in honour of Christmas!
7:00pm: We settle down to watch The Crown while we eat our chilli beef baked potatoes. We both have a peppermint choc-chip ice cream bar for dessert, I post this diary, and soon we’ll hit the sack around 9:00pm and read before sleep.
Reflection: This is a pretty standard week for us, except we didn’t eat out on date night. We used to eat out every week until COVID hit and then we switched to takeout or cooking at home. We tend to have friends over maybe once or twice a month; I enjoy planning and cooking the meals. I also enjoy planning and cooking interesting things for us to eat. Our grocery bill is probably higher than other DINKs but it also buys us most breakfasts, lunches, dinners and snacks. I also cook a lot from scratch, even though a ready-made product might be cheaper.
Note also that I am not a 1950s throwback! MOTH is capable of making his own lunches and snacks and does, left to his own devices. However I am the self-appointed quartermaster and love planning and organising and managing the stores. I also love cooking, so making and organising our meals is something I enjoy.
Thanks for reading along; it’s longer than I thought it would be!
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2020.11.29 10:15 jainboww I wish he would die

I was raped by my ex while I was sleeping multiple times, and ended up getting pregnant from it. I didn’t know what to call it at first. I called him a “sleep creep” and brushed it off. I put up with psychological and financial abuse from him because I had nowhere else to go and no money. He made sure I couldn’t work by always making sure there wasn’t enough in the account for babysitters. He got me fired from the job I had while pregnant. We shared a phone, a car, a house, and social media.
I finally left my daughters dad on Halloween 2019. He hurt our 17 month old daughter, left bruises all over her. I left and filed reports, and was able to finally access some help for us so we weren’t on the streets. The courts said it was “a one-time incident” and a “pattern of abuse” must be established before custody was taken from him. His cousin told me he was apparently supposed to be on medication for bipolar I and they didn’t care about that either. I thought that the worst was over and that while I did have to share custody with her abuser I was at least over the worst of it. I was staying with a friend, we’ll call her Annie.
Well Annie was in a similar situation to me. Annie had recently left her abuser with her kids and was getting help faster than I because her ex had been deemed more severe than mine. She watched my daughter while I worked and everything was on an up swing, or so I thought. Suddenly, though, she was “both of our friend.” And my ex started coming to hang out with her in our home. I tried to set boundaries but had nowhere else for us to go so I put up with him coming over, smoking too much weed and being “too high to drive home.” In the middle of the night he came to my room and tried to have sex with me while I was sleeping again. I spoke to Annie about this and told her I was very uncomfortable with him being there. Her head was so filled with his lies at that point, she didn’t care. He came into my room over and over and over, and I would wake up and freak out, usually end up having a panic attack.
The girl who was so supportive of me, welcoming, family, was no longer there. My ex called the domestic violence center that was providing her housing and reported I was staying there. I received a 24 hit notice to vacate or her and her children would lose their housing. So I left. He took her on dates and found out everything I was doing with my life: dating, workplace, new address, social life, friends etc. And then he dumped her. Let her know he was just using her to get to me, and that now that she told him everything and I didn’t live there she was no longer of any use to him. Cool, whatever, shitty friend am I right?
My ex and I both worked at the same plant. He was in a different department and it’s a huge plant so in theory we wouldn’t see each other. He would find any excuse to be where I was. I worked there about two months, where he would add anyone he saw me talking to on Facebook and try to be their friend too. I ended up quitting because of this even though it was really good money and I was still struggling to get on my feet.
Two babysitters ended up getting let go during this time for revealing too much about my personal life to him.
Next job paid even better. I was immediately promoted three times and felt on top of the world. I was so excited to finally find a job I loved and worked there about three months before he got fired from the last place. He almost lost his house and truck. I felt terrible and I offered him a job in the meantime. I know it’s stupid but he had been nice a couple months at that point and I thought we were “past it.” I offered him a job in the meantime and let my boss know the conflict of interest and probable short-term employment. Needless to say he has my old position now, I was there about 5 months total.
I’ve known Sally since she was 6, which was about 15 years ago. She’s 6 years younger than me and I was like a bonus mom to her. I took her to school registrations, went to her choir concerts, checked her homework and was just very involved from the beginning. Her mom was an addict and her dad was gone, so she really had no one who cared. She watched my relationship with him and helped me with my daughter and step-kids. She watched him drain my bank account. She saw the bruises. She saw the tears and the yelling and the toxicity. She saw what happened with Annie.
Two months ago Sally moved in with him. She called me to “ask my permission” and made it sound like roommates, that she had nowhere else to go, I already live in a house with 6 adults 3 kids and 4 dogs, otherwise she could have stayed with me. Well, it turned out that she didn’t just move into his house. She moved into his bed. I immediately blocked her on everything and stopped speaking with her.
My next babysitter ended up accusing me of a lot of things that weren’t true.
This last week she came home with two busted lips and a bruised tooth. “She ran into a door” he says. I had to take the day off work to take her to the dentist with no insurance though it happened on his time and was already a day old. I spoke to the dentist about it, who said “it’s possible she did run into a door, you know how kids are.” And flashed me a big, white smile. I swear to fucking god I just want to protect my child and myself, but it feels like everything is working against me, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep my head above water.
I don’t need this in my life. I’ve gone through so much already. I have to watch people to make sure they aren’t talking to him. I have to be very careful who I talk to. I have to warn new friends about not adding or talking to him. I have to make sure Im not being followed home. I have moved 9 times in a year. I have gone through three bank account numbers. He owes me about $5000 not including his back due child support that he won’t pay and now i get to take him to court again. I don’t understand what is so worth it about him to make all these people I once called my support system abandon me. I don’t understand why the universe would let him breathe. I don’t understand how this is legal. I don’t understand why the fuck this break-up has lasted so fucking long.
I WANT TO KNOW WHY HE IS THE ONE WHO IS BAD AND WRONG AND YET I SEEM TO BE THE ONE STRUGGLING. I WANT TO KNOW WHEN KARMA WILL DO HER THING. I WANT PEACE AND SERENITY. I JUST WANT TO BREATHE AND FEEL SAFE. I WANT TO BE ABLE TO TRUST. I WANT TO HAVE FRIENDS AND I WANT TO SMILE. I WANT TO BE ABLE TO POST PICTURES ON MY SOCIAL MEDIA WITHOUT CHECKING THE BACKGROUND TO MAKE SURE IM NOT GIVING MY LOCATION AWAY. I WANT TO STOP CRYING INCESSANTLY. I WANT TO FEEL OKAY. I WANT TO BELIEVE THERE IS SOME GOOD LEFT IN THIS WORLD.
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2020.11.29 03:04 jw_mentions /r/AskReddit - "When did you watch someone’s sanity slowly deteriorate?"

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Submission When did you watch someone’s sanity slowly deteriorate?
Comments When did you watch someone’s sanity slowly deteriorate?
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My dad died of cirrhosis when I was 17. He was 45. He was, by all counts, a good father. Caring. Loved exposing us to wonderful art and hilarious comedies. But he drank. A lot. About a year before he passed is when I noticed a change. Paranoid delusions. Talking to people not there. I’d come home from school to find Mormon missionaries that he had let in. Sometimes Jehovah’s Witnesses. They were all taking advantage of him and I’d kick them out every time. He was a staunch atheist. Then the violence started. Burst into my room just to punch me in the face while I’m sleeping. He tried to light the apartment on fire. Twice. On my 17th birthday he called my SO a cunt to her face and threw his drink at her. We ended up in fisticuffs again.
He also just looked insane. Yellow skin. Yellow eyes. Super skinny. He couldn’t walk so he had two canes that he used violently. He died that year the summer before my senior year of high school leaving me homeless but I was in the best place I could be. He was gone and never coming back. It’s been 23 years and I hate to think of the life I would have if he never died.
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Good friend had lots of laughs in our 20’s. She didn’t have the best taste in men or people she dated. Had been religious, gone away from it, and then started attending this singles Bible study. They seemed cool and very open to everyone. I watched her get sucked into a cult by millimeters. We, all her friends, tried to intervene and talk to her. Slowly she alienated us all until one day she posted a picture of her protesting outside of a planned parenthood. We tried a few more interventions but still nothing. She’s an anti-vaccer with 4 under 5 now living outside the state. She tried to reach out when her grandma was dying near me to see each other; I didn’t have the heart to. That night she posted in social media she missed a chance to turn someone to righteousness that day and had had her Bible ready to pound at that person. Pretty sure it was me.
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2020.11.28 22:44 ArthurDrakoni The Audio File: Timestorm: Season 2

I've been catching up with a lot of audio dramas now that they have their second seasons out in full. There really isn't much more for me to add here, so let's jump right to the point. We're taking a look at season two of Timestorm
First, a brief recap. Timestorm follows a pair of twins from Newark, New Jersey named Alexa and Beni Ventura. They go on time travel adventures, usually throughout the history of Puerto Rico, to recover artifacts for their cousin Horacio and his A.I. friend Atabay. Horacio is halfway between life and death in a region outside of time and space called a Timestorm. This season, Alexa and Beni are going to take part in a multistage quest to recover the beat of three motherlands. Meanwhile, in the present day, they must uncover the identity of the mysterious author of the comic Take Back Time.
Timestorm wowed me with an amazing first season , and I was eagerly awaiting season two. I must say, it more than delivered, and the show just keeps getting better. In fact, I'd say this season was even better than the first, which was already pretty great in its own right. Waiting a week between episode was a new experience, as last time I listened after the season was completed in its entirety. Still, it wasn't like it was a great burden or anything, and the consistent quality kept me eager for more.
Last season, the main theme was about women in Puerto Rican history, especially those who have been largely forgotten by history. This season, the main theme is about how Puerto Rican culture is the result of the mixing of African, European, and Indigenous culture. To this end, most of the time travel adventures this season take place outside of Puerto Rico. We get to see Senegal in 1810 and Spain in 1852. Africa tends to get ignored in time travel media; especially ones aimed at kids. As such, I was very happy that Alexa and Beni visited early 19th Century Senegal, and that we got to explore the richness of Senegalese culture. Although, when I saw that it was 1810, I got worried. The Transatlantic Slave Trade was in full swing in 1810, and I knew things were going to get back to Puerto Rico eventually. Would these new characters be captured as slaves? Well, everyone gets through the episode okay but...well, actually, let's put a pin in that for right now.
We didn't explore Spain as in-depth in the episode where Alexa and Beni visit it. Granted, we do get to meet Francisco Oller, a famous Puerto Rican painter who studied in Spain. We also meet Frederico Madrazo, a famous Spanish portrait artist, and Francisco's teacher. Still, we probably didn't explore Spanish culture as much because it would have been redundant. Spain, arguably, left the biggest impact on what would be Puerto Rican culture. Spanish is the dominate language in Puerto Rico, after all. Still, as this season makes clear, Africans and Tainos made fairly significant contributions to Puerto Rican culture of their own.
Speaking of which, remember last time when I said that I hoped we'd get an episode centered around the Taino people? Well, this season granted my wish to me. Not only that, but Alexa and Beni visit the Taino in 1488, a good five years before the Spanish arrived on the island. This means we get to see the Taino in their pre-contact prime. Taino are the native people of Puerto Rico. You might not have heard of the Taino, but you've probably used words from their language. The words hammock, canoe, and hurricane all have their roots in the Taino language. Hurricane is derived from an epitaph for the Taino goddess of storms. I found that interesting, because the Maya people of Central America have a storm god named Huracan. Though it is probably just coincidence, as the Taino storm goddess' proper name is Guabancex.
I also recently learned a new word: Boricua. It means a person of Puerto Rican ancestry, but who does not necessarily live in Puerto Rico. It derives from the word the Taino used to refer to the island, Borikén. So anyway, Alexa and Beni get to meet Aguay, who went on to become a great cacique, a type of chief. In fact, he was cacique when Spanish explorers first arrived in Puerto Rico in 1493. His real name was Agueybana, but he had a brother by the same name, who also appears in the episode. Timestorm got around this by splitting the name. Agueybana I is called simply Aguey, while his brother Agueybana II is called Bana. Aguey recounts the creation story from Taino Mythology to Alexa and Beni. I always love when less well-known mythologies get featured. This also meant we got mention of the supreme earth goddess Atabay, namesake of a certain snarky A.I.
We even get a short bonus episode set 1510. Bana is now the main cacique, and the Taino are uncertain about what the coming of the Spanish will bring. This is shortly after Ponce de Leon has visited the island. Yes, he who sought the fountain of youth. Ah, so is that where the city of Ponce got its name from? There's a disclaimer at the start that, though it involves real people, the events of the episode are fictional. I thought it was a nice touch, and very much appreciated.
We also get more development in the Ventura Twins' present day lives. For example, we learn that Datu, the owner of the Taino Comics & Games Store, is apparently Filipino. We know this because he meant that his grandma is from Manila. I always assumed he was Boricua like the rest of the cast, but I guess I was wrong. To be fair, Filipinos are often called, with varying degrees of seriousness, often call Latinos who got lost and wound up in Asia. About one out of five Tagalong words come from Spanish, they eat flan, they're devout Roman Catholics. I'm just saying, a case could be made, but I digress.
More importantly, we meet Josie. She is Datu's boss, even though I think he owns the store...the chain of command was a bit unclear. Whatever the exact pecking order, she is his superior. More importantly, she has a magical tapestry that can transport people to the other Taino Comics & Games in San Juan, Puerto Rico. There is a tapestry there connected to the store in Newark. How did Jose get this magical tapestry? Well, that's another thing we'll have to put a pin in for now.
We also learn the series is set in 2017. I always assumed there was no definitive date, but that works. That way, there series won't be impacted by any major world events, especially if the characters travel to the future at any point. Obviously, you don't want to make predictions, only to have them not turn out to happen. As of this writing, there is speculation about Puerto Rico finally becoming a state. Personally, I'm skeptical about this, given how many times it has been proposed, only for things to stay just as they have been, but you never know. Also, this explains why none of the characters make mention of things like wearing masks or social distancing.
We'll be getting into some potential spoilers in just a minute. For now, I'd like to talk about something I thought could have been done better. There's a mini episode where the twins are attending a music festival, which includes Afro-Puerto Rican music. So, Beni is playing on the drums and having a good time when some white guys walk up and say, basically, "that's sounds like slave music to me." And this really hurts Beni. Really now, that's the example of modern-day racism you're going to go with? Did the white boys perhaps return and call him doo-doo head while they were at it?
Every year at the high school I went to all the students had to watch a PSA video about stranger danger and how to not get molested on the Internet. It was a poorly made video from start to finish. It seemed to have been created under the assumption that kids of my generation has somehow never used the Internet before. Then there was the incredibly wooden acting, and the fact that they made the creepy adults so over the top they were basically saying "child molesters are so glaringly easy to spot you basically have to be trying to not notice them." Naturally, this elicited quite a few giggles from the students. The teachers naturally didn't take this well, and tried to shame everyone into behaving, to little effect. The point being, despite their good intentions, the crappy execution of the PSA video undermined the message.
It is a disservice to your listeners to tackle topics like racism without fully committing to it. Do or do not, there is no try. Maybe that means writing uncomfortable scenes, but you know what else is uncomfortable, actual racism. You wouldn't even have to use any naughty words. You could just have the white boys pretend to be friendly, only for them to then say "Well, if you like black music so much, why don't you go back to Africa?!" I know it's a minor point, but it still bothered me. Especially in light of the stuff we're going to talk about in the spoiler section. I've lived in Louisiana my entire life, so I'm well aware of what actual racism looks like. I could help but think "Damn it, Dania! Real racist aren't that nice!" And if the issue is the actors feeling uncomfortable reading such lines, well, I charge three dollars per hour of production. No not really; I'd work for free if Timestorm actually offered me a role. In all seriousness, racism isn't a topic you can handle with kid gloves if you wanted to seriously tackle it.
On a much minor note, every episode ends with a reminder that Timestorm is produced on the traditional land of the Leni Lenape people. It didn't bother me, but I feel there might be better ways to honor the native peoples of New Jersey. Perhaps have Alexa and Beni go back in time to visit the Lenape. The team has shown that they're more than capable of writing time travel episodes set outside of Puerto Rico. Our maybe have some Lenape characters in the present day. That would be good because it would show that Native Americans are a living breathing people and culture; not just a topic you read about in history books. I'm a big advocate of increased Native American representation in media.
Okay, now that we've got that out the way, it is time for the spoilers. If you don't want any of that, turn back now.
Last warning. You sure you want to continue?
Well okay, if everyone who wants off is gone, then let's dive into it.
Remember when I wondered if anyone the Ventura twins met in Senegal was going to get sold into slavery? Well, turns out I was right on the money with that one. Well, in one case anyway. Idrissa was captured and taken to Puerto Rico, where he was renamed Gabriel. Alexa and Beni meet him again in 1890. I don't think they said how old he was in 1810; my guess would be twenty-something, maybe late teens. If I'm right, then he'd be nearly 100 years old by 1890. Technically not impossible, but would still be rather unusual for a man who had to endure a life of hard physical labor. That would be especially true if he wound-up on a sugar plantation
Sugar cane goes sour only one day after it is harvested. That means it has to be processed right away. The process of processing the sugar had a nasty tendency to result in hands getting chopped off. Oh, and it wasn't a question of maybe, this was a guarantee that someone would get maimed. As such, sugar plantation had large populations of slaves to supplement the workforce. That, and sugar was the oil of its day in terms of value. Sugar plantations were common across the Caribbean and Brazil. I bring this up because fourth-five percent of all slaves brought to the New World went to the Caribbean, including Puerto Rico. Fifty percent went to Brazil, and the remaining five percent went to the Untied States and the rest of mainland Latin America.
Idrissa has become a broken man from his life in bondage The horror of slavery wasn't just the threat of physical violence. It was also the psychological horror that you could be taken from your loved ones at any moment, and that you would never see them again. Or perhaps you lost your loved ones because you were captured, stuffed onto a ship, and taken to a land you'd never even heard of before. Then, upon arrival, your captors do everything in their power to stamp out your culture, and force you to adopt their strange and alien culture.
And yet, despite all of this, Idrissa survived and started a family. But not just any family. Alexa and Beni do some research in the present day, and wouldn't you know it, Idrissa is their several times great-grandfather. If nothing else, they know his life's story, and thanks to time travel, he was able to pass on some of his traditional African culture to them. So, this means that even though he lost touch with his African roots, his culture will live on in future generations thanks to Alexa and Beni. In the end, the slavers lost, and Idrissa's struggles were not in vein. Though spare a thought for all the Idrissas who didn't get to have their stories told
Alexa and Beni discovered this all partially thanks to an Ancestry.com type genealogy service. Strange that it wasn't actually the real thing. I'm pretty sure Ancestry does sponsorships, and that might help offset production costs. But I know that Timestorm is partially sponsored by The Corporation For Public Broadcasting, so maybe there are rules about that. Hmm, I guess that makes Timestorm is the closest thing to if PBS Kids were to make an audio drama. Molly of Denali doesn't count; because it was based on a pre-existing property.
Speaking of family, now let's talk about Josie. Surprise! She's another long lost Ventura cousin. Also, Janelly finds out about what Alexa and Beni have been doing. Maybe this will means she and Datu will get to join the Venturas on future adventures. It would be nice to show that you don't have to be a blood relative of the Ventura family to have adventures. Now all we need is to get Sonya and Mr and Mrs. Ventura onboard, and the gang will all on the same page Also, I now know what piraguas are. Sure, they sound like just a variation on snow cones/balls, but I'd still like to try them. Though, if I did have a magical tapestry that took me to San Juan and back again, I'd be making a beeline for the nearest mofongo restaurant. I haven't had any in years, and I still think about it often.
Well, I think that covers everything if importance. Season two of Timestorm builds upon the already excellent first season, and just keeps getting better. I can't wait to see what excitement and adventure future seasons bring. If you haven't listen to season one...you should probably do something about that, or else you'll be very confused. But if you have listened to season one, but have not listened to season two yet, do so today. You'll be glad that you did.
Link to the original review on my blog, though it is just the same as what is here: http://drakoniandgriffalco.blogspot.com/2020/11/the-audio-file-timestorm-season-2.html?m=1
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2020.11.28 07:09 M3ricansoldi3r The ranger

My O.C. John's bio
name Johnathan Adrian Becket
birth date: july, 17 2000
age: 25
height: 5,9
eye color: blue
hair color: dark brown
skin color: white/slight tan
nationality: American
ethnicity: caucasian, hispanic, 1/8 scott, even part cherokee
religion: roman/christian
species: human (augmented)
sexuality: straight
abilities: Military strategy, martial arts/hand to hand combat, marksmanship, expertise in high tech weaponry
John is a super soldier who had the mission of quelling a civil conflict, defending the country from a communist invasion, and crushing a terrorist organisation all events culminating in the third world war
John is a caucasian male of average height and muscular build. In his time of the war he was sometimes called the man of steel with a heart of gold. John was born and raised in a farming town in Texas were he went to church religiously, and worked the land with his father and learned the value of hard work. John comes from a military family , meaning his family history is rich with ranchers, farmers, soldiers and lawmen.
As a child john was a weak and timid child wich he hated himself for, because he had a strong want for justice but was too scared to even stand up for himself. His father taught him that a strong man stands up for himself, but a stronger man stands up for others and telling him if a man is strong he should be a protector( the lesson being with great power comes great responsibility). So John promised to himself that he would be strong one day and be a defend the weak and small, and stand for what's right. John found himself stomped on more than a few times in his pursuit of this strength, but John was determined this is what compelled him to be a soldier later on.
As his father was teaching him Strength and mental toughness his mother taught him kindness and compassion, an important lesson for a man (the idea being a man has to be strong and tender). while being brought up to be a gentleman and to resect women.
In 2020 as a civil conflict divided the country John enlisted in the United States Army. While in the training John proved to be really good at being a soldier. Going through basic, infantry, airborne training, ranger school and finally RASP graduating with distinction. john caught the eye of the top brass and was given the option to be apart of the Army's universal soldier enhancement program, John volunteered. John receiving the augmentations was the first of a new breed of soldier. over the course of the next few years, as a staff sergeant lead a commando team of other universal soldiers in over 100 successful combat missions, serving with distinction and earning various medals including the medal of honor and even a foreign medal before meeting his fate by the end of the war. John despite his gruff look and tough exterior is actually a kind hearted man, sometimes being described as someone who wouldn't harm a mouse; and he'll usually go out of his way for somebody for nothing in return or safeguard the helpless. This is attributed to the army values honor and integrity. John will do the right thing no matter what and he doesn't compromise on it,he sees a wrong being done he puts it down end of story. That being said he isnt always nice, he is not a knight in shining armor but he is over all a good guy. but due to Johns experiences during the war his strength has been tempered. he has become scarred and battle hardened, and he has ptsd, nightmares, panic attacks, and survivors guilt. But it almost never shows because he has a really strong control over his emotions. he hates senseless violence and despises it when someone revels in it. over all a good man who will do good man who will do good deeds, but has no mercy for anybody who gets in the way, he is mentally damaged and gets violent when messed with.
As a super soldier, John pushes far beyond humans at peak performance for greater durations of time, almost indefinitely. In a controlled environment, John lifted up to a 2-5 ton range and he ran at 50mph. there is no delay between his brain and muscles, he thinks it, its there. his reaction time was measured at 15 milliseconds the average reaction time is 220 milliseconds this means John is more than ten times faster than a normal human. John can process information ten times faster than a normal human and "see" faster even though thats stupid way of saying he can process images faster. John has emensley greater endurance and stamina. He once fought for 72 days straight on three meals and almost no sleep. One of his best attributes is his durability. John survived an explosion powerful enough to send him flying into a humvee, crushing it, bouncing off of it and into and through a brick wall all the way to the inside of the wall opposite of the building. But By far johns most important ability is his healing factor, John can heal from any non fatal wound. the time it takes for him to heal ranges between seconds to minutes, do note if the wound is deep enough it will leave scaring.
John is an expert marksman, he can and i quote "put a round through a fleas ass at 500 meters" with his rifle alone. John is good with a plethora of weapons but he is great with one, his assault rifle; a jack of all trades and master of none type weapon, with its many attachments he can customize it to whatever he needs. John is an expert with high tech weapons exclusive to the rangers. Prototype or experimental, it is ranger tradition to test new weapons and weapon systems in the field to see how it is best to use them. As side note Johns augmentations essentially make him a gunslinger, emptying his side arm in 5 seconds accuratley.
John is master class in hand to hand fighting, and thanks to his augmented nature he is unmatched in raw physical ability; usually taking doen.more experienced foes. If he is outmatched somehow and cant out brute his way through his apponent, he changes technique from what he calls brawler to warrior utilizing superior technique over stronger apponent's. John practices Okichitaw, a native american martial art utilising a bowie knife and tomahawk.
John is an disciplined, determined, tough and tough minded soldier armed with an iron will to fight and adamantine faith; John is action driven, fearless and seemingly ignorant of his own mortality, and has a moral courage only a liberty loving man could have. He yields not to hunger, fatigue, or sickness; for he is mentally tough, physically strong and morally straight. with honor, respect, and compassion.
As Staff Sergeant Johnathan Adrian Becket Would say.
 I am the infantry follow me!!! 
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