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Rolling Stone Top 500 2020 LIST

2020.09.23 06:06 steveharringt0n Rolling Stone Top 500 2020 LIST

Sorry this isn't formatted [artist - album] consistently, I found a random .json file (https://a8d9382kd.s3.amazonaws.com/best_500.json) but it was temperamental. Below is the best I could do.
Rank Album 1 Marvin Gaye - What's Going On 2 Pet Sounds - The Beach Boys 3 Joni Mitchell - Blue 4 Stevie Wonder - Songs in the Key of Life 5 The Beatles - Abbey Road 6 Nevermind - Nirvana 7 Rumours - Fleetwood Mac 8 Prince and the Revolution - Purple Rain 9 Blood on the Tracks - Bob Dylan 10 Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill 11 Revolver - The Beatles 12 Michael Jackson - Thriller 13 I Never Loved a Man the Way I Love You - Aretha Franklin 14 The Rolling Stones - Exile on Main Street 15 Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back 16 London Calling - The Clash 17 Kanye West - My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy 18 Bob Dylan - Highway 61 Revisited 19 Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp a Butterfly 20 Radiohead - Kid A 21 Born to Run - Bruce Springsteen 22 The Notorious B.I.G. - Ready to Die 23 The Velvet Underground and Nico - The Velvet Underground 24 Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band - The Beatles 25 Tapestry - Carole King 26 Patti Smith - Horses 27 Enter the Wu-Tang - Wu-Tang Clan 28 Voodoo - D’Angelo 29 White Album - The Beatles 30 Jimi Hendrix - Are You Experienced? 31 Kind of Blue - Miles Davis 32 Lemonade - Beyoncé 33 Amy Winehouse - Back to Black 34 Innervisions - Stevie Wonder 35 The Beatles - Rubber Soul 36 Michael Jackson - Off the Wall 37 Dr. Dre - The Chronic 38 Bob Dylan - Blonde on Blonde 39 Talking Heads - Remain in Light 40 The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust... - David Bowie 41 Let It Bleed - The Rolling Stones 42 OK Computer - Radiohead 43 The Low End Theory - A Tribe Called Quest 44 Nas - Illmatic 45 Sign O' the Times - Prince 46 Paul Simon - Graceland 47 Ramones - Ramones 48 Legend - Bob Marley and the Wailers 49 OutKast - Aquemini 50 The Blueprint - Jay-Z 51 The Great Twenty-Eight - Chuck Berry 52 David Bowie - Station to Station 53 Jimi Hendrix - Electric Ladyland 54 Star Time - James Brown 55 The Dark Side of the Moon - Pink Floyd 56 Liz Phair - Exile in Guyville 57 The Band - The Band 58 Led Zeppelin - Led Zeppelin IV 59 Stevie Wonder - Talking Book 60 Van Morrison - Astral Weeks 61 Eric B. & Rakim - Paid In Full 62 Guns N’ Roses - Appetite for Destruction 63 Aja - Steely Dan 64 OutKast - Stankonia 65 Live at the Apollo - James Brown 66 A Love Supreme - John Coltrane 67 Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt 68 Hounds of Love - Kate Bush 69 Alanis Morrissette - Jagged Little Pill 70 Straight Outta Compton - N.W.A 71 Exodus - Bob Marley and the Wailers 72 Neil Young - Harvest 73 Loveless - My Bloody Valentine 74 The College Dropout - Kanye West 75 Aretha Franklin - Lady Soul 76 Curtis Mayfield - Superfly 77 The Who - Who's Next 78 The Sun Sessions - Elvis Presley 79 Frank Ocean - Blonde 80 The Sex Pistols - Never Mind the Bollocks Here’s the Sex Pistols 81 Beyoncé - Beyoncé 82 There’s a Riot Goin’ On - Sly and the Family Stone 83 Dusty in Memphis - Dusty Springfield 84 Back in Black - AC/DC 85 Plastic Ono Band - John Lennon 86 The Doors - The Doors 87 Miles Davis - Bitches Brew 88 Hunky Dory - David Bowie 89 Erykah Badu - Baduizm 90 After the Gold Rush - Neil Young 91 Bruce Springsteen - Darkness on the Edge of Town 92 Axis: Bold as Love - The Jimi Hendrix Experience 93 Supa Dupa Fly - Missy “Misdemeanor” Elliott 94 The Stooges - Fun House 95 Drake - Take Care 96 Automatic for the People - R.E.M. 97 Master of Puppets - Metallica 98 Car Wheels on a Gravel Road - Lucinda Williams 99 Taylor Swift - Red 100 The Band - Music From Big Pink 101 Led Zeppelin - Led Zeppelin 102 The Clash - The Clash 103 De La Soul - Three Feet High And Rising 104 Sticky Fingers - The Rolling Stones 105 At Fillmore East - The Allman Brothers 106 Live Through This - Hole 107 Marquee Moon - Television 108 When the Pawn... - Fiona Apple 109 Lou Reed - Transformer 110 Joni Mitchell - Court and Spark 111 Control - Janet Jackson 112 Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Elton John 113 The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead 114 The Strokes - Is This It 115 good kid, m.A.A.d city - Kendrick Lamar 116 Disintegration - The Cure 117 Late Registration - Kanye West 118 Hotel California - The Eagles 119 Sly and the Family Stone - Stand! 120 Van Morrison - Moondance 121 This Year’s Model - Elvis Costello 122 Nine Inch Nails - The Downward Spiral 123 Led Zeppelin - Led Zeppelin II 124 Achtung Baby - U2 125 Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique 126 My Life - Mary J. Blige 127 Ray Charles - Modern Sounds in Country and Western Music 128 Queen - A Night at the Opera 129 Pink Floyd - The Wall 130 1999 - Prince 131 Portishead - Dummy 132 40 Greatest Hits - Hank Williams 133 Joni Mitchell - Hejira 134 Fugees - The Score 135 U2 - The Joshua Tree 136 Funkadelic - Maggot Brain 137 21 - Adele 138 Madonna - The Immaculate Collection 139 Black Sabbath - Paranoid 140 Bob Marley and the Wailers - Catch a Fire 141 Pixies - Doolittle 142 Born in the US.A. - Bruce Springsteen 143 The Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground 144 Led Zeppelin - Physical Graffiti 145 Eminem - The Marshall Mathers LP 146 Parallel Lines - Blondie 147 Jeff Buckley - Grace 148 Channel Orange - Frank Ocean 149 John Prine - John Prine 150 Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska 151 Faith - George Michael 152 The Pretenders - Pretenders 153 PJ Harvey - Rid of Me 154 Aretha Franklin - Amazing Grace 155 The Black Album - Jay-Z 156 Let it Be - The Replacements 157 Oasis - (What's the Story) Morning Glory? 158 Erykah Badu - Mama's Gun 159 Synchronicity - The Police 160 Pearl Jam - Ten 161 Crosby, Stills & Nash - Crosby, Stills & Nash 162 Different Class - Pulp 163 Various Artists - Saturday Night Fever 164 Johnny Cash - At Folsom Prison 165 R.E.M. - Murmur 166 Buddy Holly - 20 Golden Greats 167 Depeche Mode - Violator 168 Can’t Buy a Thrill - Steely Dan 169 Billy Joel - The Stranger 170 Cream - Disraeli Gears 171 Sonic Youth - Daydream Nation 172 Simon and Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water 173 In Utero - Nirvana 174 Jimmy Cliff and Various Artists - The Harder They Come: Original Soundtrack 175 Kendrick Lamar - DAMN. 176 Public Enemy - Fear of a Black Planet 177 Rod Stewart - Every Picture Tells a Story 178 Otis Blue - Otis Redding 179 Notorious B.I.G. - Life After Death 180 Love - Forever Changes 181 Bringing It All Back Home - Bob Dylan 182 James Taylor - Sweet Baby James 183 Brown Sugar - D'Angelo 184 She’s So Unusual - Cyndi Lauper 185 Beggars Banquet - The Rolling Stones 186 Red Hot Chili Peppers - Blood Sugar Sex Magik 187 Ice Cube - AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted 188 Electric Warrior - T. Rex 189 Dig Me Out - Sleater-Kinney 190 Tommy - The Who 191 Etta James - At Last! 192 Licensed to Ill - Beastie Boys 193 Willy and the Poor Boys - Creedence Clearwater Revival 194 Bad - Michael Jackson 195 Leonard Cohen - Songs of Leonard Cohen 196 Robyn - Body Talk 197 The Beatles - Meet the Beatles! 198 The B-52's - The B-52's 199 Slanted and Enchanted - Pavement 200 Sade - Diamond Life 201 Midnight Marauders - A Tribe Called Quest 202 Björk - Homogenic 203 Pink Moon - Nick Drake 204 Kanye West - Graduation 205 Cat Stevens - Tea for the Tillerman 206 David Bowie - Low 207 Eagles - Eagles 208 Lil Wayne - Tha Carter III 209 Run-DMC - Raising Hell 210 Ray Charles - The Birth of Soul 211 Joy Divison - Unknown Pleasures 212 Wild Is the Wind - Nina Simone 213 Fiona Apple - The Idler Wheel 214 Wildflowers - Tom Petty 215 American Beauty - Grateful Dead 216 EitheOr - Elliott Smith 217 Oasis - Definitely Maybe 218 TLC - CrazySexyCool 219 Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx 220 Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young - Déjà Vu 221 Rage Against the Machine - Rage Against the Machine 222 Ray Of Light - Madonna 223 Imagine - John Lennon 224 Dixie Chicks - Fly 225 Wilco - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot 226 Derek and the Dominos - Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs 227 Here’s Little Richard - Little Richard 228 De La Soul - De La Soul Is Dead 229 Patsy Cline - The Ultimate Collection 230 Anti - Rihanna 231 Damn the Torpedoes - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers 232 Giant Steps - John Coltrane 233 Tori Amos - Little Earthquakes 234 Black Sabbath - Master of Reality 235 Metallica - Metallica (The Black Album) 236 Discovery - Daft Punk 237 Willie Nelson - Red Headed Stranger 238 Trans Europe Express - Kraftwerk 239 Criminal Minded - Boogie Down Productions 240 Live at the Harlem Square Club, 1963 - Sam Cooke 241 Massive Attack - Blue Lines 242 Loaded - The Velvet Underground 243 The Zombies - Odessey and Oracle 244 808s & Heartbreak - Kanye West 245 Cocteau Twins - Heaven or Las Vegas 246 LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out 247 Love Deluxe - Sade 248 Green Day - American Idiot 249 Whitney Houston - Whitney Houston 250 Buzzcocks - Singles Going Steady 251 Elton John - Honky Château 252 Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo! - Devo 253 The Piper at the Gates of Dawn - Pink Floyd 254 Herbie Hancock - Head Hunters 255 The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan 256 Tracy Chapman - Tracy Chapman 257 Coat of Many Colors - Dolly Parton 258 Joni Mitchell - The Hissing of Summer Lawns 259 Janis Joplin - Pearl 260 The Slits - Cut 261 Beastie Boys - Check Your Head 262 Power, Corruption & Lies - New Order 263 The Beatles - Hard Day's Night 264 Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd 265 Pavement - Wowee Zowee 266 The Beatles - Help! 267 Double Nickels on the Dime - Minutemen 268 Sail Away - Randy Newman 269 Kanye West - Yeezus 270 Kacey Musgraves - Golden Hour 271 Mary J. Blige - What’s the 411? 272 The Velvet Underground - White Light/White Heat 273 Entertainment! - Gang of Four 274 Sweetheart of the Rodeo - The Byrds 275 Curtis - Curtis Mayfield 276 The Bends - Radiohead 277 The Diary of Alicia Keys - Alicia Keys 278 Led Zeppelin - Houses of the Holy 279 MTV Unplugged in New York - Nirvana 280 Get Rich or Die Tryin' - 50 Cent 281 Nilsson Schmilsson - Harry Nilsson 282 In the Wee Small Hours - Frank Sinatra 283 Donna Summer - Bad Girls 284 Down Every Road 1962-1994 - Merle Haggard 285 Big Star - Third/Sister Lovers 286 Californication - Red Hot Chili Peppers 287 The Byrds - Mr. Tambourine Man 288 The Modern Lovers - The Modern Lovers 289 Björk - Post 290 Speakerboxxx/The Love Below - OutKast 291 Destiny's Child - The Writing’s on The Wall 292 Van Halen - Van Halen 293 The Breeders - Last Splash 294 Weezer - Weezer (The Blue Album) 295 Random Access Memories - Daft Punk 296 Rust Never Sleeps - Neil Young 297 Peter Gabriel - So 298 Full Moon Fever - Tom Petty 299 B.B. King - Live at the Regal 300 Come on Over - Shania Twain 301 New York Dolls - New York Dolls 302 Neil Young - Tonight's the Night 303 ABBA - The Definitive Collection 304 Just As I Am - Bill Withers 305 Alive! - Kiss 306 Al Green - I'm Still in Love With You 307 Portrait of a Legend - Sam Cooke 308 Brian Eno - Here Come the Warm Jets 309 Closer - Joy Divison 310 Wire - Pink Flag 311 Neil Young - On the Beach 312 Solange - A Seat at the Table 313 PJ Harvey - Stories From the City, Stories From the Sea 314 Aaliyah - One In A Million 315 El Mal Querer - Rosalía 316 The Who Sell Out - The Who 317 Billie Holiday - Lady in Satin 318 The Velvet Rope - Janet Jackson 319 The Stone Roses - The Stone Roses 320 X - Los Angeles 321 Lana Del Rey - Norman Fucking Rockwell! 322 From Elvis in Memphis - Elvis Presley 323 The Clash - Sandinista! 324 Coldplay - A Rush of Blood to the Head 325 Jerry Lee Lewis - All Killer No Filler! 326 Prince - Dirty Mind 327 The Who - Live at Leeds 328 Modern Vampires of the City - Vampire Weekend 329 DJ Shadow - Entroducing..... 330 The Rolling Stones - Aftermath 331 Madonna - Like a Prayer 332 Elvis Presley - Elvis Presley 333 Bill Withers - Still Bill 334 Abraxas - Santana 335 Bob Dylan and the Band - The Basement Tapes 336 Avalon - Roxy Music 337 Bob Dylan - John Wesley Harding 338 Another Green World - Brian Eno 339 Rhythm Nation 1814 - Janet Jackson 340 Doggystyle - Snoop Doggy Dogg 341 Siamese Dream - The Smashing Pumpkins 342 The Beatles - Let It Be 343 Greatest Hits - Sly and the Family Stone 344 Toots and the Maytals - Funky Kingston 345 Bruce Springsteen - The Wild, the Innocent & the E Street Shuffle 346 AM - Arctic Monkeys 347 GZA - Liquid Swords 348 Time (The Revelator) - Gillian Welch 349 Kick Out the Jams - MC5 350 Stevie Wonder - Music of My Mind 351 For Your Pleasure - Roxy Music 352 Eminem - The Slim Shady LP 353 The Cars - The Cars 354 Germfree Adolescents - X-Ray Spex 355 Black Sabbath - Black Sabbath 356 Gris-Gris - Dr. John 357 Tom Waits - Rain Dogs 358 Sonic Youth - Goo 359 Big Star - Radio City 360 Funkadelic - One Nation Under a Groove 361 The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance 362 Luther Vandross - Never Too Much 363 The Mothership Connection - Parliament 364 More Songs About Buildings and Food - Talking Heads 365 Madvillain - Madvillainy 366 Rocks - Aerosmith 367 If You're Reading This It's Too Late - Drake 368 George Harrison - All Things Must Pass 369 Mobb Deep - The Infamous 370 Lil Wayne - Tha Carter II 371 Anthology - The Temptations 372 Big Brother and the Holding Company - Cheap Thrills 373 Isaac Hayes - Hot Buttered Soul 374 Robert Johnson - King of the Delta Blues Singers 375 Green Day - Dookie 376 Neutral Milk Hotel - In the Aeroplane Over the Sea 377 Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Fever to Tell 378 Run-D.M.C. - Run-DMC 379 Moving Pictures - Rush 380 Mingus Ah Um - Charles Mingus 381 (Pronounced 'Lĕh-'nérd 'Skin-'nérd) - Lynyrd Skynyrd 382 Currents - Tame Impala 383 Massive Attack - Mezzanine 384 The Kinks - The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society 385 Ramones - Rocket to Russia 386 J Dilla - Donuts 387 Radiohead - In Rainbows 388 Young, Gifted and Black - Aretha Franklin 389 The Emancipation of Mimi - Mariah Carey 390 Pixies - Surfer Rosa 391 Kelis - Kaleidoscope 392 Proud Mary: The Best of Ike and Tina Turner - Ike and Tina Turner 393 Taylor Swift - 1989 394 Diana - Diana Ross 395 Black Messiah - D’Angelo and the Vanguard 396 Todd Rundgren - Something/Anything? 397 Billie Eilish - When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? 398 The Raincoats - The Raincoats 399 Brian Wilson - Smile 400 The Go-Go’s - Beauty and the Beat 401 Blondie - Blondie 402 Expensive Shit - Fela Kuti and Africa 70 403 Supreme Clientele - Ghostface Killah 404 Anita Baker - Rapture 405 Various - Nuggets: Original Artyfacts from the First Psychedelic Era 406 Magnetic Fields - 69 Love Songs 407 Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere - Neil Young 408 Motörhead - Ace of Spades 409 Grateful Dead - Workingman’s Dead 410 Wild Honey - The Beach Boys 411 Love and Theft - Bob Dylan 412 Smokey Robinson - Going to a Go Go 413 Creedence Clearwater Revival - Cosmo's Factory 414 Chic - Risqué 415 The Meters - Looka Py Py 416 Things Fall Apart - The Roots 417 Ornette Coleman - The Shape of Jazz to Come 418 Brothers in Arms - Dire Straits 419 Eric Church - Chief 420 That’s the Way of the World - Earth, Wind and Fire 421 Arular - M.I.A. 422 Let's Get It On - Marvin Gaye 423 Yo La Tengo - I Can Hear the Heart Beating As One 424 Odelay - Beck 425 Paul Simon - Paul Simon 426 Lucinda Williams - Lucinda Williams 427 Call Me - Al Green 428 New Day Rising - Hüsker Dü 429 Reach Out - The Four Tops 430 My Aim Is True - Elvis Costello 431 How Will the Wolf Survive? - Los Lobos 432 Usher - Confessions 433 Sound of Silver - LCD Soundsystem 434 Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain - Pavement 435 Actually - Pet Shop Boys 436 All Eyez on Me - 2Pac 437 Screamadelica - Primal Scream 438 Parklife - Blur 439 Sex Machine - James Brown 440 Loretta Lynn - Coal Miner's Daughter 441 Britney Spears - Blackout 442 Beauty Behind the Madness - The Weeknd 443 David Bowie - Scary Monsters 444 Extraordinary Machine - Fiona Apple 445 Close to the Edge - Yes 446 Journey in Satchidanada - Alice Coltrane 447 Bad Bunny - X 100pre 448 Dictionary of Soul - Otis Redding 449 Elephant - The White Stripes 450 Ram - Paul and Linda McCartney 451 First Take - Roberta Flack 452 Diana Ross and the Supremes - Anthology 453 Pretty Hate Machine - Nine Inch Nails 454 Can - Ege Bamyasi 455 Bo Diddley/Go Bo Diddley - Bo Diddley 456 Al Green - Greatest Hits 457 I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got - Sinéad O’Connor 458 Southeastern - Jason Isbell 459 Kid Cudi - Man on the Moon: The End of the Day 460 Melodrama - Lorde 461 For Emma - Bon Iver 462 The Gilded Palace of Sin - The Flying Burrito Brothers 463 Eli & the 13th Confession - Laura Nyro 464 3x3 - The Isley Brothers 465 King Sunny Adé - The Best of the Classic Years 466 The Beach Boys Today! - The Beach Boys 467 Maxwell - BLACKsummers’night 468 Some Girls - The Rolling Stones 469 Clandestino - Manu Chao 470 400 Degreez - Juvenile 471 Jefferson Airplane - Surrealistic Pillow 472 SZA - Ctrl 473 Daddy Yankee - Barrio Fino 474 #1 Record - Big Star 475 Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow 476 Sparks - Kimono My House 477 Moanin' in the Moonlight - Howlin’ Wolf 478 The Kinks - Something Else By the Kinks 479 Selena - Amor Prohibido 480 Miranda Lambert - The Weight of These Wings 481 Belle and Sebastian - If You’re Feeling Sinister 482 The Pharcyde - Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde 483 The Anthology - Muddy Waters 484 Lady Gaga - Born This Way 485 I Want to See the Bright Lights Tonight - Richard and Linda Thompson 486 Continuum - John Mayer 487 Damaged - Black Flag 488 The Stooges - The Stooges 489 Phil Spector and Various Artists - Back to Mono (1958-1969) 490 Linda Ronstadt - Heart Like a Wheel 491 Harry Styles - Fine Line 492 Nick of Time - Bonnie Raitt 493 Here, My Dear - Marvin Gaye 494 Presenting the Fabulous Ronettes - The Ronettes 495 Boyz II Men - II 496 Shakira - Dónde Están los Ladrones 497 Various Artists - The Indestructible Beat of Soweto 498 Suicide - Suicide 499 Rufus, Chaka Khan - Ask Rufus 500 Arcade Fire - Funeral
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2020.09.21 19:49 Westypet Where is Date Mike?

I’m on day 3 of a fully developed migraine, where the insomnia and restlessness has taken over. My brain has laughed at the pain meds’ attempt at band-aiding this bullet hole. Maybe writing out some of my insane thoughts will help.
EDIT 2: Thanks to the kind soul who messaged me to let me know that I deserved a broken iPad because kids break things and I should know better. Really? Thank you for your support.
[Cue Circus Music]
Bromos, welcome to my migraine mania brain. I hope you enjoy. This is also long AF.
Every step on the tile floor hurts. I should be reassured and grateful that I can even get out of bed today, but when I do, I can feel my brain jiggling against my head. It’s like stepping on spiky pebbles in a blistering ballet shoe... that’s slightly too small. But in your head.
Medication administration during and after a migraine is very much like managing a migraine itself. It’s a careful balancing of the scales overseen by what feels like a bitchy, sixth grade girl as the judge. A carefully crafted regimen of medicines after years of trial and error, or rather, pain and suffering, missed social and career opportunities, and absentee parenting while a nanny, babysitter, co-parent, or friend is left taking mommy’s place at random and mostly unpredictable times.
So much for planning.
A migraine is like a game of Jenga. Barometric pressure change? Hormone change? Poor food choice? Bright lights? Lack of sleep? Too much sleep? Alcohol? Mercury in retrograde? Any offset in the perfectly balanced scale can tip you over into the OH MY SWEET BABY MOSES HERE IS MY FIRST BORN JUST MAKE IT STOP stage of pain.
Then there’s the fun neurological symptoms that migraines sometimes bring along with them... like an odd, bonus guest at a party. Aura can affect any part of your brain just like a stroke can affect any area of your brain. Muscle weakness? Loss of bodily functions? How about wavy lines in your vision or blindness (try it while driving!) My personal favorites and typical aura symptoms are slurring words without the fun of partying to get that way, or even your Brian playing word swap, which is otherwise known as “aphasia”. You might write down the French word for strawberries (fraises) on your grocery list, or use the name Brian for the word brain. I was unable to say my husband’s name out loud during the aura phase one time. It literally kept slipping away like the computer code in my brain kept deleting it each time I tried to rewrite the word. I’ve written out “roast beef” on a grocery list before as “bf fffff”. If that isn’t the computer color code for a burgundy brown hue, I vote that it should be. I could write a guidebook. Migraines with Aura: Your Brian’s Autocorrect.
I wish there were an easy way to parent while experiencing this shit. If I can’t get help during the pain phase, I have to plug my ears to keep my toddler’s happy and sad shrieks from making me want to claw my own skin off. I have to wear the wrap over sunglasses. I usually take a crap ton of Excedrin while eating my favorite comfort foods to get that sweet dopamine hit and wait for the inevitable moment when I yelp out, “Mommy has to potty! Here’s your ipad.”
Dumping my kid in front of his computer tablet is our saving grace during these painful stages. Guess who brought home a newly spiderwebbed computer? My 5 year old. I specifically told his grandpa that he could not carry it, as he kept dropping it and would break it. I told him before he drove off that LO kept dropping it. Did they listen to me? I’m just a helicopter mom who over prepares and overpacks. So of course not! So it was an unfortunate accident when the 5 year old, hugging his computer tightly against his chest as they walked out to the car, tripped on the wet pavement and smashed his beloved device. What a horrible accident that absolutely could not be avoided. 🙄
I may be extremely selfish but I use the kids’ device time to get some time to breathe. To bleach the sink. To fold laundry. To walk out of the room without someone throwing a tantrum because mommy left. We set limits with screen time, but lean on these things a lot. What are we going to do now??
We’re trying to save money during Covid times. How are we supposed to do that when the tablets keep breaking, we have to keep an after school nanny on staff because of my intermittent yet chronic health issues, and when the roof starts leaking.
Oh wait... the roof leaked and stained the ceiling months ago. Did we deal with it? Meh. Not really. Well, when you live in a hot and humid and hurricane-prone state, you should expect tons of rain. We get rain on the daily, and hadn’t had any more problems. Maybe the leaks were a one off? Out of sight, out of mind. Well, this week, it monsooned, and now we see all of the fun places water wanted to visit. My house is not a timeshare for leaks! I do not have the capacity in my degraded brain to deal with this on-again, off-again shit. This is another steaming pile to add to the mix. 2020 is a popcorn kernel stuck in the gums and I am running out of dental floss.
I am trying, Bromos, to floss this tooth and get going, but putting on a bra and fixing my hair is hard enough today. I don’t have the energy to make phone calls and keep the Karen out of my voice when I call roofers for quotes and schedule inspections. The sound of my own voice hurts and keeping the house organized and bearing the mental load today is almost too much.
Putting my lions mane of somewhat washed (I attempted it last night) and slept-on hair into a scrunchie made me want to vomit. Nothing feels quite like getting your previously fabulous, bleached blonde, now-crunchy hair stuck in a SalonPas patch. On days like this, I wish I had the cajones to shave my head and invest in wigs. My natural hair never does what I want it to anyway. It sounds like a good idea. But, I live in a hot and humid place, and I can’t imagine jumping in a pool, coming up from my impromptu cannonball, only to see the shocked and scared faces of my children gawking a dirty blond hair clump floating in the tidal waves like a drowned rat. I would have to invest a “pool wig” and I guess wig glue, and that seems like a lot of work.
Everything today is a lot of work. Too much work. I need to replace the 3 pain patches on my neck that, during my tossing and turning throughout the night, have rolled up and now look like little beige, shoulder pad joints, and smell vaguely of mint.
Adding insult to injury, I finally started drifting off after 3rd doses of pain medications, sensory deprivation, food dopamine hits, and asmr, when the lady curse is activated, and my world is directed by Wes Craven. It’s just an obnoxious insult from the universe to have to deal with this, TOO. Today, I’m so done. Please stahp. Just stop.
Positive Patty cowering in the corner of my brain pipes up and says, “at least you’re not pregnant!”
She’s right, and hyperemesis gravidarum is no longer welcome in my house, but this week’s scales have been tipped in the negative and The Nothing is eating away at all of my positive instincts. Positive Patty needs to shut the hell up and let these fires burn for hot minute if she knows what is good for her. She can come over another day.
Usually when I am coming out of a migraine, I feel a sort of mania, or enthusiastic drive to make up for lost time. That energy propels me through the headache hangover, the soreness and fatigue, and the loss of time motivates me to keep going. I clean like crazy, I activate Super Mom Mode, and start A Project. Where is that mania today? It’s weird, and not really welcome, but it’s damn useful. Normally I think it’s bizarre and part of me gives the mania side eye. The mania isn’t like Positive Patty. It’s aggressive and insistent. It won’t let me stop and recover back into health in the post-migraine state like I probably need. When the pain phase is gone, the migraine mania bursts in and climbs on top of the pool table in a backwards kangol hat à la Date Mike. And when the night or next day is over, I am almost back to normal. As normal as one can be when you are an puking positive extrovert with a migraine brain and anxiety, depression, and ptsd from HG.
Compared to the hurricanes that so many of you are going through this year, my week is barely a tropical depression, so I feel guilty using this forum to complain about this. I hate to use up any emotional bandwidth if it’s needed elsewhere, but I feel like I can’t even board the struggle bus today. I almost welcome a weird emotional upheaval to kickstart the bounce back process. Where’s Date Mike? I kind of need that mania to get me out of this.
Bromos, I need to pop the scrunchy in my hair and get going. If you have “big girl panty” tips, I’d love to hear them. If you can commiserate or one-up me, that helps too. (Joking!) I used a spoon to complain, but in a way, posting this out kind of gave me one, too?
(EDIT 1 because words.)
Thanks for letting me blow this hot air at y’all.
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2020.09.21 03:24 1speedbike [SOTC] Quick reviews/thoughts on frags from a few of my favorite houses!

Hey everyone! Ive been collecting for about 5 or 6 years (though my frag journey started earlier than that, in high school), and I've been part of this community for I guess almost a year now. This is my first show and tell post. I just wanted to share my collectiona from some of my favorite designers / houses, which happen to mostly consist of heavier, cold weather fragrances as we roll into autumn and the weather cools down. Its not my full collection (I do plan to post that at some later date), but I've become quite a fan of these particular houses so this encompasses almost all my absolute favorites. I'll give some brief thoughts on each fragrance. Hope you enjoy!
Heres the collection!
Not sure why the pic is coming out kinda potato quality, it definitely looks better on my phone. I'll try to fix it.
Edit - I think I got the pic to be a decent resolution. Also - in reviewing my post, there are a buttload of spelling, grammar, and syntax errors. I did this all on my phone, quite quickly, but I think I got my point across for all of the frags, so i won't be combing through the post to fix minor mistakes if that's cool with everyone. I appreciate the feedback recieved thus far, and hope my thoughts and mini-reviews help people find frags you love!
Issey Miyake
John Varvatos
Parfums de Marly
I also own galloway and Sedley, but not full bottles so I refrained from incorporating them here.
Thierry Mugler
Thats all for now! Thanks everyone for looking and feel free to share your thoughts!
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2020.09.18 13:55 jetmat Display items from data model

I'm finding it quite difficult to make my data model work properly. I am making a simple recipe app. Now i display a list of the recipes in ContentView.swift like this:
// ContentView.swift import SwiftUI import Foundation struct ContentView: View { var burger: Burger var body: some View { NavigationLink(destination: BurgerDetail(burger: burger)) { HStack { Image(burger.recipeImage) .resizable() .aspectRatio(contentMode: .fit) .frame(width: 50, height: 50) Text(burger.name) } } } } struct ContentView_Previews: PreviewProvider { static var previews: some View { ContentView(burgers: burgerData) } } struct Ingredient: Identifiable { var id = UUID() var name: String var amount: String } struct Burger: Identifiable { var id = UUID() var name: String // ?? var category = Category var description: String var recipeImage: String // ?? var instructions: [String] var isVegetarian: Bool = false var ingredients: [Ingredient] } let burgerData = [ Burger( name: "Club", description: "This is a description", recipeImage: "burger1", // ?? category: Beef, // ?? instructions: ["1. Wash and prepare veggies", "2. Grill beef", "3. Assemble burger"], isVegetarian: false, ingredients: [ Ingredient(name: "Lettuce", amount: "2"), Ingredient(name:"Beef", amount: "1"), Ingredient(name:"Tomato", amount: "50 gram"), Ingredient(name:"Cheese", amount: "1 slice"), ]), Burger( name: "Pastrami on rye", description: "This is a description", recipeImage: "burger2", // ?? category: Beef, // ?? instructions: ["1. Wash and prepare veggies", "2. Grill beef", "3. Assemble burger"], isVegetarian: false, ingredients: [ Ingredient(name:"Beef", amount: "1"), Ingredient(name:"Lettuce", amount: "50 gram"), Ingredient(name:"Cheese", amount: "1 slice"), ]), Burger( name: "Veggie Burger", description: "This is a description", recipeImage: "burger3", // ?? category: Veggie, // ?? instructions: ["1. Wash and prepare veggies", "2. Grill veggies", "3. Assemble burger"], isVegetarian: true, ingredients: [ Ingredient(name:"Veggie patty", amount: "1"), Ingredient(name:"Lettuce", amount: "50 gram"), Ingredient(name:"Cheese", amount: "1 slice"), ]), Burger( name: "BLT", description: "This is a description", recipeImage: "burger4", // ?? category: Chicken, // ?? instructions: ["1. Wash and prepare veggies", "2. Grill chicken", "3. Assemble burger"], isVegetarian: false, ingredients: [ Ingredient(name: "Chicken", amount: "2"), Ingredient(name:"Lettuce", amount: "1"), Ingredient(name:"Cheese", amount: "1"), ]), ] 
This is fine, but what if i make a new file (called Home.swift for example) and want to show only recipes from a specific category (like "veggie"). How do i make the "category" variable work?
Also the "instructions" variable string is not working, how do i show the instructions in (Text)?
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2020.09.18 13:54 jetmat Display items from data model

I'm finding it quite difficult to make my data model work properly. I am making a simple recipe app. Now i display a list of the recipes in ContentView.swift like this:
// ContentView.swift import SwiftUI import Foundation struct ContentView: View { var burger: Burger var body: some View { NavigationLink(destination: BurgerDetail(burger: burger)) { HStack { Image(burger.recipeImage) .resizable() .aspectRatio(contentMode: .fit) .frame(width: 50, height: 50) Text(burger.name) } } } } struct ContentView_Previews: PreviewProvider { static var previews: some View { ContentView(burgers: burgerData) } } struct Ingredient: Identifiable { var id = UUID() var name: String var amount: String } struct Burger: Identifiable { var id = UUID() var name: String // ?? var category = Category var description: String var recipeImage: String // ?? var instructions: [String] var isVegetarian: Bool = false var ingredients: [Ingredient] } let burgerData = [ Burger( name: "Club", description: "This is a description", recipeImage: "burger1", // ?? category: Beef, // ?? instructions: ["1. Wash and prepare veggies", "2. Grill beef", "3. Assemble burger"], isVegetarian: false, ingredients: [ Ingredient(name: "Lettuce", amount: "2"), Ingredient(name:"Beef", amount: "1"), Ingredient(name:"Tomato", amount: "50 gram"), Ingredient(name:"Cheese", amount: "1 slice"), ]), Burger( name: "Pastrami on rye", description: "This is a description", recipeImage: "burger2", // ?? category: Beef, // ?? instructions: ["1. Wash and prepare veggies", "2. Grill beef", "3. Assemble burger"], isVegetarian: false, ingredients: [ Ingredient(name:"Beef", amount: "1"), Ingredient(name:"Lettuce", amount: "50 gram"), Ingredient(name:"Cheese", amount: "1 slice"), ]), Burger( name: "Veggie Burger", description: "This is a description", recipeImage: "burger3", // ?? category: Veggie, // ?? instructions: ["1. Wash and prepare veggies", "2. Grill veggies", "3. Assemble burger"], isVegetarian: true, ingredients: [ Ingredient(name:"Veggie patty", amount: "1"), Ingredient(name:"Lettuce", amount: "50 gram"), Ingredient(name:"Cheese", amount: "1 slice"), ]), Burger( name: "BLT", description: "This is a description", recipeImage: "burger4", // ?? category: Chicken, // ?? instructions: ["1. Wash and prepare veggies", "2. Grill chicken", "3. Assemble burger"], isVegetarian: false, ingredients: [ Ingredient(name: "Chicken", amount: "2"), Ingredient(name:"Lettuce", amount: "1"), Ingredient(name:"Cheese", amount: "1"), ]), ] 
This is fine, but what if i make a new file (called Home.swift for example) and want to show only recipes from a specific category (like "veggie"). How do i make the "category" variable work?

Also the "instructions" variable string is not working, how do i show the instructions in (Text)?
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2020.09.16 21:20 PotentialWorldChamp Joining r/FashionReps has made me spot so much BS in the “authentic industry”

This is a bit of a rant but oh well...
A plain hoodie - I’m looking at you rick Owen, has no reason to be $500+ . The markup on “high end” clothing is so ridiculous and they are only able to do so because many don’t seem to know any better .
People spend thousands on clothing they won’t wear in 2 years time only to impress others .
With reps - you wear what you like without the highly inflated price either caused by resellers or brands themselves .
I’m seeing more and more Canada Goose and Stone Island badges that are actually better than these retail pieces and their quality isn’t far off- so really what’s the point on spending so much on authentic pieces when there are reps that are extremely similar???
Any way , that’s all for today folks - I’m off to buy a travy patty with extra sicko mode sauce . 😁😈👹🦋🌈⭐️🌎🌙💫💦💧🌊🍔🍟🍔🍟
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2020.09.16 06:20 Edjelly_daddy TIFU by befriending my long time rival

Dom who is my rival is taking a nap by the fireplace. Above him is me, i drop a vase on his head then the crashing causes his Mother to throw him out of his house for a forty-year sentence. He then crashes into a mop and washcrate, giving him the Great Sphinx of Giza look. I teases Dom from inside and puts a "For Rent" sign outside his room. I was having a lot of fun for some time without Dom, but soon it becomes so lonely. I thought to myself, "You never thought you'd miss that rivalry with Dom, did you?" I shake my head. "Feelin' kind of lonesome?" I nods then. "Look at him. You can't live with him, but there's no fun without him. You know, you could get that guy back in here though, if you really wanted to. Couldn't ya?" I think about it and then smiles.
Dom is sitting outside the house, feeling sorry for himself. Then i whistles at him and waves a hanky of truce. I makes a deal with Dom to get him back in the house.
His Mother is doing her dishes in the kitchen and singing. She continues working until i pulls and snaps her sock. I makes faces at her and she jumps on a stool, scared. I continued by trying to shake her off the stool, but shakes off all sorts of accessories, an axe, and then her dress, which she promptly pulls back up.
I, then grabs the axe and cuts the leg off the stool. His mother screams and falls with a big crash, and she calls to Dom for help. Dom grabs a curtain, using it as a cape, and chases me behind another curtain. Fighting sounds are heard, but Dom and I are playing patty-cake and both yelping in "pain" to make it sound convincing. I emerges from the fake fight and runs back into the kitchen, passing the stove i spies his mother cowering on top of the cooker. I, turns on the burner underneath his mother, causing her to jump to the ceiling, shrieking. I, runs past the fridge and as Dom runs by, he rips a drumstick off of a chicken. He chases me behind a wall with the drumstick in his hands making his Mommy believe he is trying to smash me with it and together we take turns eating it. The fake chase continues with myself running into the cupboard and choking Dom. A lot of banging sounds are heard, but Dom and I are using the pots and pans as a drum set. Dom and I quickly close the cupboard again.
We come out of the cupboard and stage a sword fight with a knife and a fork as weapons. Dom then grabs a meat cleaver and starts to chopped me. Dom ends up chopping the leg of a table, the bottom of a curtain, slicing a table in half, and cutting an apple on top of my head in half. I, notices that the last cut was pretty close to my head, and ensures the fight is not for real. The chase returns to staged mode.
Dom chases Me around his mother, who is standing on a chair holding a broom and clumsily hitting Dom three times before an irate, Dom takes the broom and snaps it over his knee. Dom then hands the broken broom back to his mother. I run under the carpet and his mother tries to swat me. I escaped and Dom puts a tomato under the carpet, traps it and pretends to his mother that the tomato is me. His mother hits the tomato and Dom looks under the carpet. He then reacts as if it's the worst thing he's ever seen, laying down flowers and crying. Dom even blows his nose on the hem of his mother's frilly apron. He then takes the flower pan and holds it down like a hat.
Soon Dom has a napkin around his neck ready to receive his reward for taking care of me: A lemon meringue flan. I showed up with a napkin around his neck as well. I taken a small bite of the pie and is about to dive in and enjoy it, but then Dom pulls the pie away for himself. He pushes me away and snaps his fingers at me. Before Dom can enjoy the entire flan, I kicked him and Dom lands face first into it. I was very angry at his lack of gratitude, walks away saying "Why that dirty double-crossin', good-for-nothin', two-timin'...,"
TL;DR: My rival was kicked out of his house, then convince to come him back by fighting me so he can proved to his Mother that he was useful, after he proved that he was helpful, he was given a flan and he decided not to share it to me. Then i kicked him until the flan splattered over his face, now we're rivals again!
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2020.09.16 05:00 raspberrypieboi18 yet another "creature feature" idea

king of the grill (august): would look like a the gargantuar variation of the same name. he would be lured out by a kielbasa, and once it has been defended, he will spawn. at first, he will stomp around and behave like a normal gargantuar, but he would occasionally throw propane tanks at you and your team for extra splash damage and fire damage. he will have 30000 HP. when he has taken 750 damage, he will begin grilling. he will pull a grill from the ground below him, and begin using it. while he is using it, he will remain stationary, but is invulnerable. while in this stage, he will release lots of flaming hot dog imps that will run up to you and burst with fire. they cannot be damaged normally. instead, you have to find a water cooler that crazy dave has deployed, and you must stay in its aura. when the imps approach the aura, they will have their fire put out, and they can be killed (they all have 5 HP). once 40 hot dog imps have been killed, he will begin throwing flaming burger patties at the plants. he will only take 5% of all incoming damage while hes in this mode. in order to begin hurting him, you must lure him to a small pack of dogwoods. when he gets close enough, the dogwoods will rush him and eat all of his burger patties, except for one. if you pick up the remaining patty, you gain a serious damage buff and will be able to hit him very hard for a short time. after the effect wears off, the cycle will begin again.
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2020.09.15 03:00 boewhiskey They Came From the Sky and Stayed in the Sea (Part 1)

I walked up the carpeted stairs to my grandparents’ bedroom. The second floor only extended half the span of the first floor and had a balcony overlooking the large living room below. I walked over and gripped the wooden railing with a bittersweet feeling. My grandmother had been gone for almost two years and my grandfather had followed her only a few months ago. I loved this house but now that they were both gone, it felt as if something was missing, like a hole had opened up in the floor and stared back at me as a silent reminder of how incomplete it was now.
My mother was downstairs, working on cleaning out the kitchen and emptying the cupboards of all contents. I could hear the clanging of pots and pans as she set them on the counter and for a brief second, I let myself imagine that it was my grandfather, making dinner for us as we visited them. In this fantasy, I would open my eyes and look down to see my grandmother seated on the couch below, watching whatever show was on either Food Network or HGTV.
When I opened my eyes in reality, though, the scene was empty. The large TV wasn’t on, there was no bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper on the table next to the couch, and there was no grandmother dressed in her typical dark clothes that liked to attract the fur from their two dogs. There weren’t two dogs, either. Lily, the yellow lab, had passed on years prior and Shelby, the red golden retriever had left us shortly before my grandfather. There were only empty cushions and that invisible hole.
“Where’d you go?” I heard my mom call out.
I leaned over the railing and replied, “I’m up here. Thought I’d look at the books right quick while you’re doing that.”
“Okay. Hey, think you’ll be hungry soon? Maybe we should grab something to eat,” she said.
“Sounds good to me. What’d you have in mind?”
I heard her sigh, “I have no idea. We’ll figure it out when you’re done?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I called back to her and pushed myself away from the railing. I turned around to face the open door to their bedroom.
The moment I stepped into the room, I felt my heart twist. My grandmother’s perfume still lingered in the air here and I realized that this could very well be the last time I ever smelled it. I blinked back tears and took a deep breath, reminding myself that I was supposed to be the strong one right now. I knew that I couldn’t be there all the time for my mom but I would damn well hold it together when I was around her. She needed that.
The bookshelf was across from the door and took up almost the entire wall. It was two floor-to-ceiling units that were separated by a window overlooking the yard. I glanced outside and saw the gravel driveway and hilly landscape. It was beautiful here and the way that the house was built on the land, you could see the small city in the distance. I remembered the trips I used to take in the summer to visit before we moved up here as well. I would stay in the room below this one and at night, seeing the distant lights helped me sleep when the quiet and lack of city noise made it difficult.
I took another deep breath, probably the fiftieth of the day so far, and began scanning the shelves of books. My grandmother’s collection was on the left while the classic westerns on the right were my grandfather’s. I knew I would be sure to pick out at least three from each collection so that I not only had new things to read but also had some things that I could cherish knowing they belonged to my family.
In the end, I took home two and a half boxes of books. One was mainly cookbooks that I set aside downstairs but the other box and a half were from the shelves upstairs. I was never one to be interested in westerns but I picked out a few that seemed intriguing and made sure to also leave with my grandfather’s copy of *Lonesome Dove*. My mother had introduced me to the television series version of it when I was younger and it held a deep place in my heart.
Carrying the boxes into my apartment proved to be the most difficult part. When we had loaded up my truck with the items I would be taking, my mom and I had the use of a cart to move them from inside and down the wooden ramp to the driveway. As I struggled to haul the boxes in, I wondered if I should have asked to borrow the cart when I had the chance. Of course, in the end, I managed to get everything inside with a combination of pushing, pulling, and carrying.
Once my own little living room was overtaken with the new-old stuff that didn’t have a home yet, I sat down in my recliner and took a moment to relax and catch my breath. I had no idea where I would put all of this stuff and my husband wouldn’t be too happy to come home to a messy room. I knew that he would understand, though, plus I would be able to tell him that the carved wooden bear that stood outside my grandparents’ front door was to be ours as soon as we picked it up. That was the one thing he requested we have if possible.
After staring at the boxes and stacks of items in front of me for a good ten minutes, I convinced myself to get up and start at least organizing the stuff into what room they would likely go to. I would need a beer or a glass of wine to even begin, though, I decided. As I entered the kitchen and reached for the bottle of red wine on the counter, I took note of the time that was displayed on the oven. It was a little after five which meant my husband would be home soon. Instead of cooking, I opted to talk to him about ordering a pizza when he got home instead.
With a glass full of more wine than what was likely necessary, I situated myself on the floor amidst the boxes and scattered items. As I sorted through everything, I sipped the wine and tried to keep my mind in busy mode rather than memory mode. This proved to work until my husband got home.
“What the hell? What’s all this?” He asked after stepping through the front door. I looked up at him from my place on the floor and stammered before my voice broke and I just started crying. He stepped over things and knelt beside me, wrapping his arms around me. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Is this all from your grandparents’ house?”
I nodded and lifted my head from where it had been pulled to his chest. I picked up my almost empty glass of wine and pointed to one pile then another while blubbering, “K-kitchen stuff. Look, some new pans and plates. Uh, clothes…”
I trailed off, sniffling while the sudden tears tapered off, and he immediately spoke as he surveyed everything, “Books? Did you take their entire collection?”
“No,” I pouted at him and finished my wine with a quick toss of my head as if I was taking a shot of tequila. “I didn’t even take half.”
He gave a soft chuckle and kissed my forehead, “Okay, baby. Find anything for me?”
I nodded and set aside the now empty glass before reaching into one of the boxes and shifting the hardcovers around. I held a few to the side and showed him the title of one of the westerns.
“I got a few of these you might like and when we go pick up the bear, you can see what else is left if you want,” I told him, also slyly including that the bear would be ours.
“The bear? We get the bear?” He asked excitedly. I nodded with a wide smile and he kissed my forehead again.
It was a week before I began looking through the books and taking them out of the boxes I had brought them home in. I smiled with each title and felt pleased that I had snagged my grandmother’s copy of a completed works-type volume of Jane Austen. When my husband and I had gone back, he picked out a few more books himself. Finally putting both hauls together revealed that we somehow ended up with two copies of the large, thick *Lonesome Dove* tome.
*Weird*, I thought. I wasn’t sure why my grandfather had owned two copies. I picked both up to see if one was a special edition or if there were any differences. Immediately I noticed a major difference: one of the books felt lighter, much too light to make sense. I set them on the floor in front of me and opened the covers. The pages shifted as I opened one but the pages of the second copy didn’t seem to have much give to them. I closed the first one and focused solely on the other. After turning the first few pages that had the publishing information and title, I found that the book was hollowed out. A space had been cut out of the pages and then the remaining edges had been stuck together, likely glued, to create a hidden storage spot.
Stored in the book was a slightly smaller leather-bound volume that at first glance, looked like an old journal. Had one of my grandparents kept a secret diary? Needless to say, I was curious. I tipped the Lonesome Dove book over and let the leather book fall out of its hiding place. Once released, I looked it over but found nothing on the front or back cover. It was a simple journal from the looks of it, with an aged leather flap that extended from the back cover and over the front edge, held in place by a simple leather cord that wrapped around the entire book.
Without hesitation, I pulled the cord from its place and opened the book to see the first page, which read: “Sophia Campbell, Events of the Summer of 1990.” Two things struck me immediately. The first was that 1990 was the year I was born, coincidentally in the summer. Secondly, I had never heard of Sophia Campbell in any family story or passing mention. My grandfather’s last name was Campbell but there is also a large number of unrelated people in the world with that same last name. The year of the journal ruled out it being an old family keepsake from some distant generation that came decades before. *But why was it hidden away?* I asked myself silently.
If I had been intrigued before, I was definitely interested now. I temporarily abandoned my work and moved from the floor to a chair where I would be more comfortable while I read. At first, I expected it to be a simple, typical diary but what I read confused and concerned me.
“I have decided to record what happened two years ago in the summer of 1990. I don’t really know what good it will do but I have not been able to speak about it and maybe writing it down will help me understand it or at least get it out of my mind.
It began in June, at least as far as I can remember of the beginning. Towards the end of the month, I began having odd dreams. There wasn’t much to them at first. I was near a coast, in a wooded area. It was dusk and I could see the sun sinking in the distance. Animal life was abundant and noisy around me but it was comforting, I knew everything was how it should be. Once the sun completely set, though, a strange smell filled the air and crept up my nostrils. With the smell, fear came. It wasn’t just a little nervousness over the night or foreign aroma, it was pure terror. I began running in the direction opposite of the shore the second the trees and creatures of the small forest fell silent. And then I woke up.
I had that dream without any change for a week. I had no idea what it meant at the time nor did I yet realize that I was not myself in the dream. During the day, I felt uneasy and had a sense of dread that I could not place. I assumed it had something to do with the odd images I saw while I slept, the fear somehow sneaking into my waking life and holding me captive.
One week and two days after the dreams first began, they changed. I remember that it was the fourth of July and by the time I crawled into bed, I was exhausted from celebrations and drinking. The nights before that one and since the dreams had first begun, I continually went to bed with a frustrated feeling as my body would try to fight off the sleep that would bring those dreams. That night, however, I was too drunk to care and all I wanted was to close my eyes and drift away.
It began the same as the others. When I began running, though, I realized for the first time that I was running on four legs, not two. I recognized immediately that I was an animal with strong dark legs that ended in hooves from what I could tell. For some reason, this didn’t frighten me, though. On the contrary, it pleased me as I knew I would be able to run faster than my human body would have allowed. I ran and dodged fallen trees, bushes, low-hanging limbs, all with the grace and knowledge of an animal that knew this forest inside and out. I’m not sure how far I had gotten before I heard a deafening sound.
When I looked back in the direction I had come from, the direction where the sound seemed to be, I saw bright blazes of red and orange licking the trees in the distance. My heart couldn’t beat any quicker, although it tried. My ears were ringing and instinct told me to continue fleeing but I also felt protective of my home. Smaller animals that had been silent only seconds before, burst into a flurry of cries, chitters, screeches, and running. They were all desperately trying to get away from whatever had made the sound.
My legs faltered in place as the ground shook beneath me violently. It was time to go, I would have to return later to find out more. I turned, putting my back to the terror once more, and continued to charge through the forest.
The dream ended and I awoke with a start, at least I thought I had. I sat up in my bed and tried to steady my breathing. The soft ticking of the clock on my bedside table seemed to slow down and take longer between each tick. As I focused my ears on the confusing change, I began to hear a voice speaking. It wasn’t like a voice just from the other room or outside, it was distant and close all at the same time. It whispered in a hoarse, gruff voice, speaking a language I didn’t recognize. Honestly, it sounded like gibberish mixed with a heavy Scottish accent. I couldn’t understand a single word it spoke. It remained low, barely more than a melodic growl. There was a sudden bang on my window that made me jump and scream in shock.
Then I truly woke up. I was gasping for air and looked around the room frantically, trying to tell if I was in the real world or dreaming again. Patty, my roommate, came rushing into my bedroom, wielding a bat. When she saw me seated in my bed, she flipped the light-switch on and asked me what was wrong. I couldn’t find more words to explain anything other than ‘bad dream’. She sat with me while I calmed myself and then we both went back to bed after agreeing that maybe I shouldn’t drink so much right before I sleep.
I had the same dream the night after, and the one after that and again after that. The dream was almost the same each night, the only difference occurring in the second phase of the two-part dream. With every new night, the voice slowly became louder. I didn’t scream or wake Patty up again, though, when the bang always came from the window and jolted me from my slumber.
For nine nights I had that dream. It changed the night my niece was born. The thirteenth of July was an exciting and happy day. My sister gave birth to a small but healthy and beautiful baby girl in the early evening. That night, though, brought terror to my mind.
The dream again continued the same way but where it would switch from the forest to my bedroom, it instead changed from the early night sky to a deeper darkness that surrounded me on all sides as I stood at the edge of the forest, looking in. I just knew already that it had been hours since the running scene and I felt like I was trying to decide what to do, torn between my fear for my safety and my concern to find out what happened to my home. In the end, I found myself walking into the trees.
I took careful steps and approached with caution. It felt like hours before I reached a large mossy boulder that I knew meant I was close to the shoreline. The trees would soon begin to thin out and make way for the bluff that extended above the sandy beach below. From there, I would be able to look down and see if I could determine what caused the terrifying sound.
I smelled the recently burnt trees and branches before I saw them. Mangled trunks and blackened earth riddled the edge of the cliff, the edge that was way too close. It wasn’t where it should have been; this was new, this was wrong. My breath quickened as I approached the edge to peer down into the water below. The moon broke through the clouds as if to personally assist my sight. Far below where I stood, there was steam rising from the ocean. As the breeze blew it away occasionally, I could see that a large section of the bluff had been taken out, creating a new pocket where the land met the sea. There was something in the water still, jagged and astoundingly giant with only a tiny portion of it rising about the tumultuous laps of the disturbed water.
I saw more animals on the newly changed beach, all looking at the same foreign object that I was. Sensing movement, I looked directly to my left and then my right and saw even more creatures approaching the broken edge as well. We all glanced at one another, knowing that we were all together in our confusion and fright. What had happened here?
When I looked back down to the beach and the water, I saw a new figure standing in the sand, just far close enough to the ocean that tiny ripples lapped at the feet. It was a human, I knew immediately, but I was confused because she looked unlike any other human I had seen, or at least that the body I was in had seen. Her hair and skin were both light and the clothes she wore differed from any other. Had she done this? Was she connected somehow?
I felt anger rise in me for a brief moment before the young woman turned her head slowly and looked up at me. Even from this distance, I could sense how sad she was. She didn’t do this; this made her heart break as much as it did ours. Her face lowered when a rumble sounded through the atmosphere. The thing in the water cracked and shifted, changing before our eyes. We all watched with terrified anticipation. Nothing should be able to manipulate itself like that. A jet of steam rose high into the night air and with it, figures poured from the opening. They moved fluidly over the top of the water, like smoke. Their bodies twisted and stretched as they traveled silently towards the land. There was no specific form to any of them and I didn’t understand what they were or how they moved.
Once they reached the shore, they pulled themselves together into some sort of vaporous mass with long tentacle-like arms. When the moon shone on the thing, I saw that instead of just smoke, they seemed to be made of sparkling dust. I looked to the sky and realized how much they seemed to mirror the expanse of stars and galaxies above us.
I lowered my gaze just in time to see the ever-shifting thing shoot out in many directions, its body reaching high and far to snatch up some of us that were there. I watched as different creatures on the beach were enveloped in the starry dark form. They screamed in pain and horror as whatever this thing was made of surrounded them and poured into their mouths, eyes, nose, and ears. I turned to run as I saw tendrils sliding up the cliff-face towards where I and more stood looking down on the scene. We were quick to all start our retreat but still not quick enough.
A shadowy appendage wrapped itself around my neck and held me in place while it stretched to grasp my midsection and my legs. It wasn’t solid but felt like an icy wind against my skin. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t break through and get away from it. I let out a shrill whinny and reared up, planning on throwing myself back down and charging away. The swirling mass of space dust held me upright and instead of charging away and feeling the burning of my muscles as I fled, I felt frigid fingers open my mouth and slide down my throat. My eyes burned as they were covered in darkness as it pushed around into my sockets. My ears buzzed before everything went silent with their assault into those orifices. My nostrils felt as if they were filling with water as it crept into my sinuses. My entire body was being overtaken and all I could do was scream in agony as every cell of my being felt like it was being lit on fire made of ice.
That’s when I finally moved into the second part of the dream. I seemed to awaken in my own room and bed, the voice was louder than before but still, I couldn’t understand anything it said. The clock slowed and stopped for the first time right before the bang came at the window. As I was yanked back to reality, I heard one final thing from the voice of the dream; the first thing it said that I could understand. In that gravely, deep voice, I heard the words ‘Crater Look Cove’.”
It was at this point that I stopped reading. It was getting close to the time my husband would be getting off of work and I needed to get dinner started. I was also utterly confused. From the dates and relationship mentioned, this Sophia person was supposedly my aunt, an aunt that I was sure I had never even heard a slight mention of. I grabbed my phone and sent a quick text to my mom, simply asking who Sophia Campbell was. Before waiting to see if I would get an immediate response, I left the chair and headed to the kitchen to figure out what to make for dinner.
A few minutes later, I heard my phone ring and I paused what I was doing to answer it. Checking the screen first, I saw that it was my mother.
“Hey,” I answered.
“Where did you hear that name?” She asked without even a greeting.
“Uh, I found a book with it written in it. Why? Who is she?” I queried.
I heard Mom let out a long, exasperated sigh before she responded, “Sophia is complicated. I’d rather not talk about it over the phone. What are you doing for lunch tomorrow?”
“I have nothing planned. What did you have in mind?”
“I have a few errands to run in the morning but I can grab something when I’m done. How about you come up to the house and we’ll eat and talk about it.”
“Sure, just let me know when,” I agreed.
“I’ll text you and let you know,” she said. We exchanged a short goodbye and hung up. I felt even more confused than before. From her tone, it sounded like this information was something possibly painful to even think about.
I filled my husband in on the journal and the planned meeting with my mom. He agreed that the entire situation seemed off and asked me to keep him updated.
The following day, after hearing from my mom that she was ready to meet back at the house, I got in my truck and headed that way. It was only a twenty-minute drive but it felt like it took longer because I was a mix of excited and anxious with every nerve in my body feeling like they were buzzing with faint electricity.
Mom was finishing up a couple of BLT’s when I arrived and she was acting like it was just a normal day. I wondered if she had changed her mind about telling me. We shared unimportant small-talk during the meal and afterward, I helped her clean up the paper plates and wipe down the counter to rid it of any leftover crumbs from the bread. We both walked out to the front porch for her to have a cigarette. I sat on the bench quietly, waiting as patiently as possible for either her to bring it up or for me to figure out how to delicately bring it up. Thankfully, she broke the silence and began the conversation.
“Sophia was my sister, my little sister. She was only a year younger but sometimes it was so easy to forget that she wasn’t older. You knew her when you were a baby, but she hasn’t been around in a long time. At least not around you,” Mom started.
“Why not? Did she… did she die?” I asked her, trying to keep my tone gentle.
She shook her head, “No, she’s still alive. You have to understand something, though. Something happened to her. No one really knows what the catalyst was but something inside her mind broke. A couple of years after you were born, she had to be committed. She became delusional, started hallucinating, hearing things and voices, and became terrified of the ocean. She’s the reason your grandparents moved here, to be honest. Well, part of the reason.”
I sat without speaking a word. I felt my eyebrows furrow as I looked at her. I wanted to say something but I couldn’t think of anything at all. After a moment of silent staring into the distance, she looked at me and gave me a sad smile. Then she took another drag off of her cigarette and continued, blowing the smoke out between her words.
“When it became apparent that something was wrong, your grandparents took her from her apartment and moved her back into their home. She seemed like she might get better but we made a mistake. I thought it would be a fun idea to take you to the beach one weekend. You were a toddler and somehow we hadn’t yet traveled the hour and a half to the shore for you to play yet. Sophia seemed like her normal self before that, so she joined us. Looking back now, I know that she was nervous but I just didn’t realize it at the time. I was too focused on the excited baby who seemed to know we were going on a new adventure,” she paused and winked at me. “While there, though, she completely lost it.
After two or three hours of playing in the sand with you, she stood up and just walked to the water. At first, she stopped when the water was only around her ankles. Then after staring at the horizon for a bit, she continued walking into the waves. Once a wave splashed over her head, my dad, your grandfather, rushed out to bring her back in. I’m not sure what she said but he told us later that when he got to her, she was crying and yelling. By the time they reached us on the beach, the yelling had become incoherent mumbling and she was unresponsive. We left then and for the entire trip home, she barely blinked and only sat unnaturally rigid while mumbling to herself.
She was taken to a doctor a few days after that and put on some sort of medication. Again, we all thought things would get better and they did for a few years. You only saw her a couple of times after that and you probably don’t even remember. Then, in ’98, she just vanished one night, with only a note that said something about her having to go to some cove. We all searched and made calls for weeks with no luck. Then my dad got a call from a hospital in Georgia. They had her and requested that he get there immediately. I never found out what happened when she left, where exactly she went, or how she even got to the hospital. Our parents began traveling and searching for a new place. They fell in love with Montana and the mountains and distance from the southern coast seemed to calm her down.
She still had to be kept in a hospital, though, as she had become a danger to those around her and herself. She’s been there ever since.”
I blinked and stared at the wooden floor of the porch, still unsure of what to say. Finally, a single question formed in my mind and I asked her, “Do you ever see her?”
“Yes,” she answered, looking at me with sorrowful eyes. “I visit her from time to time and she knows who I am but I don’t go very often. It breaks my heart. I know Mom and Dad used to go at least once a month.”
“Could… could I go see her?” I stammered.
“I’m not sure-” she began but cut herself off. “I can see about arranging that. Just don’t go expecting anything.”
I nodded in response. I didn’t stay much longer after that and as I drove home, I resolved to finish the diary as soon as I walked in the door.
I ended up failing on the specifics of that plan, but an hour later, I was curled up in my chair with the book in my lap and a glass of wine to wash down all the information with. I took a big sip of the red liquid and continued Sophia’s tale.
“1998. For a while, I believed everyone who told me I was crazy. But the dreams are back.
They’re almost the same as before, so I dug out this old diary to add to it.
As they did before, they start the same then continue to show me more. Once the icy pain subsided, my horse-form awoke again, this time to the afternoon sun. I felt hollow on the inside like something was missing, taken from me by that cloud of dust and space. I pushed myself to stand on my four legs and realized that I was no longer on the cliff, but on the beach below it. The bodies of my forest brethren were scattered along the sand. A few others were waking up as well. Even in my groggy state, I saw that each animal that stood, sharing in my confusion and aching body, was changed.
There was a squirrel that had once been covered in soft brown fur but now looked mottled and decaying. The tip of its tail was missing and bones in its hand were exposed. One of its cheeks looked like it was drooping off of its skull. I saw several birds that had holes in their beaks and were missing patches of feathers. The skin where those feathers had once been was black and appeared cracked. I saw a buck with one antler hanging off of his head while the other was splintered painfully in strange directions. In his jaw was a large gash that exposed teeth that were rotting and gums that oozed sickly pus. He looked as if he had lost half of his weight in less than a day and just below his skin, I saw ribs that were painfully cracked and contorted, some that threatened to pierce his flesh with every breath he took.
All of the animals were like this. Every last one of them that was on the beach with me. I finally looked down at my legs and saw exposed bone, muscle, and broken hooves. What had happened to us?
Once we were all awake, a roar came from the water. We all looked at the ocean in unison but could not see what make the call. Then, without any more warning, I felt my body take a step forward, then another, and another. Every creature was walking towards the ocean and I assumed that like me, they had no control over their bodies. Something else was doing this, calling us to the depths, controlling our movements.
The water, now calm, rose steadily as we trudged through the sand on unresponsive legs. The dream switched the moment I felt salty water fly into my nostrils and begin filling my lungs.
The rest was the same as before, save one detail: I was now in my current bedroom and not the bedroom I had at the apartment. The voice started out quiet but rose in volume to barely over a whisper. The following night it was the same, only growing even louder.
It keeps coming to me night after night and for the past three nights, the voice has been deafening. I fear it won’t stop until I listen to it.
At first, my search for a place called Crater Look Cove turned up nothing. I found that there is a Crater Cove in Australia but I felt in my gut that wasn’t the right place. I knew it had to be closer than that.
I finally came across a small article in a travel magazine by chance. It talked about the different coves in Georgia and something just clicked. I did some more research and found that there is a small, barely known cove in Georgia that doesn’t even show up on any maps. Its name is History Look Cove but years ago was known as Crater Look Cove. I have to go there. I have to find out what this all means.
I know they’re out there, those things that came from the sky. I know they’re in the water. They made it their home. I’ve been terrified to go near the ocean and I feel frightened to be going back, especially to their domain. But I need to know.”
I closed the journal with a strange feeling. There was no more writing. The pages were blank. I don’t know if my aunt Sophia made it to Crater Look Cove or History Look Cove or whatever it’s called now. From what I do know, that was the final straw. She’s been locked in a hospital ever since.
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2020.09.13 23:59 Useful_Code A Thematic Analysis of the Bikini Bottom Horror (Part 2)

You can find my earlier post here. As before, remember that this is a joke.
Anyway, we've previously established that an important theme of TBBH is community, self-sacrifice in order to protect others. Events of recent episodes seem to bear this out, but also add a deeper level to its significance. I'm hoping to develop this analysis with reference to other characters.:
SQUIDWARD: Let's look at Squidwards development through the last few panels. As before, he seems to focus on saving people. He lets the Patrick Cult swarm him while focussing on rescuing Sandy, and, while he makes no effort to defend himself from the swarms at the beginning of the season, he goes into beast mode when he sees The Tortured One apparently kill Guilty!Patrick. Now, at first glance, this seems similar to when he turns into The Kraken to defend Sandy earlier in the series, but there are a couple of important differences. While the Kraken transformation sees Squidward mutate into something completely different from what he was, the Krakatoa transformation saw him just use abilities all squids have. So, why is this? Did he just temporarily forget squids have four hearts and ink? No. Consider the memories section just before the Krakatoa transformation. Squidward doesn't seem to care much that he's about to die, but rather that he failed Spongebob as a friend. This casts his motivation for fighting the tortured one in a different light. Squidward is not, unlike Sandy, a righteous avenger, but rather someone driven and tortured by guilt, desperate for redemption. He doesn't care about defeating the tortured one, or even about survival. He just wants to be a better friend to those around him. That's why he accepts his own fate without struggling but fights back when TTO appears to kill Guilty!Patrick. This complicates the theme of community somewhat- its strongest defender is one who places himself outside of it, and who spends most of his time in Canon Spongebob trying to protect it. However, it also brings BBH Squidward's character more in line with his canon counterpart- he hates himself too! (Also, it suggests that up till now Squidward was HOLDING BACK, which is v cool)
GUILTY!PATRICK: (just called Patrick from now on) Whereas most of the protagonists (especially Squidward) become less like their show selves, turning into badass (but biologically correct) creatures, Patrick becomes *more* like his canon self, and *less* of a physical threat.ening natural starfish. We can see this from him wearing Patrick's iconic underwear from the show, and the fact he starts to talk more like the Patrick from the show and less like a scary cultist ("the tortured one is a big fat liar!"). What's also interesting is that, while Patrick is the dumbest character in the show, he's also the only one to attempt to take on the Tortured One with anything other than violence. Now, you could point out that he didn't really succeed at slowing down the Tortured One, but neither did his more intelligent, violent friends. It's also his attempted peaceful confrontation of The Tortured One that brings spongebag back to life. This makes a pretty key point about nonviolent, martyrdom-based activism. Conquerors can have a decent idea what their actions will lead to, but their abilities are limited by the fact there's always someone stronger out there. Martyrs, on the other hand, by definition lose control of what happens to them, but the effects can be far more powerful than the martyrs themselves. The exchange with the Tortured One, while short, is also revealing. Patrick Believes that Krabs is the only guilty party in the Tortured Ones...well. torture, while TTO thinks that everyone who has ever eaten a Krabby Patty without wondering what was in it is complicit. This seems to relate to debates about climate change, specifically who should be blamed for it. Is it just corporations and governments, or do we all hold a responsibility for what happens? Like Thanos, The Joker, and all the best villains, the tortured one has a point despite it's evil methods.
SPONGEBOB- Other than the fact he's now apparently developed super-strength, we know little about Spongebob. His nakedness adds to this idea- he's, almost literally, a clean, blank, slate. In fact, I think his nakedness is pretty significant here, as it draws a parallel between Spongebob and Jesus, who is often portrayed as naked at his resurrection. Now, I understand that this is a pretty rouge- even blasphemous- comparison but here me out. Spongebob doesn't just rise from the dead, he rises from the dead in order to save and redeem the two characters who have done the most to hurt him. He quite literally died for the sins of Squidward and Patrick, rather than condemn them for it, he's back to rescue his prodigal sons.
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2020.09.13 00:15 iiRageProdigy [US-IL] [H]Anime Pops (MHA, Naruto, FMA, Bleach, etc.) and other misc [W] PayPal

Hi Funkoswap,
The time has come. It’s time for me to move on from this hobby and give my pops to those of you that can appreciate them. I am running out of room, and preparing for a new vehicle by the end of this month, so I’ve finally acknowledged that it’s time to make my exit from the game.
So with that, let’s get down to the goods!
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Funko Pop (Line-Name-Number) Price
MHA - All For One (Big Apple Collectibles) - 646 $15
MHA - All For One (Fugitive Toys) - 647 $30
MHA - All For One - 609 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - All Might- 248 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - All Might (Weakened) - 371 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - All Might (Weakened-GITD) - 648 $22
MHA - Dabi - 637 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Deku - 247 SOLD to u/AaronSalsa
MHA - Deku (HT Exclusive MKII Suit) - 564 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Deku (Battle) - 252 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Deku (HT Exclusive-GITD) - 596 SOLD to u/Mr_Mufifn
MHA - Deku (Training Outfit) - 373 SOLD to u/Mr_Mufifn
MHA - Deku in Onesie - 494 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Endeavor - 495 $20
MHA - Fumikage Tokoyami- 607 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Hero Killer Stain - 636 $110
MHA - Himiko Toga (HT Exclusive) - 610 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Hitoshi Shinso- 695 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Izuku Midoriya - 603 $10
MHA - Katsuki - 249 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Katsuki(Comiccon Exclusive) - 803 $80
MHA - Kirishima - 606 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Mei Hatsume - 681 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Midnight - 736 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Mirio Togata - 611 SOLD to u/Mr_Mufifn
MHA - Momo Yaoyorozu - 605 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Mount Lady - 612 SOLD to u/AaronSalsa
MHA - Ochaco - 251 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Ochaco (Masked) - 253 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Shota Aizawa - 375 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Shota Aizawa(Hero Costume) - 376 $20
MHA - Silver Age All Might - 608 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Teacher All Might - 604 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Tenya - 250 SOLD to u/Neon-Lantern
MHA - Tenya Iida - 740 SOLD via Mercari
MHA - Todoroki - 372 SOLD to u/Mr_Mufifn
MHA - Tomura Shigaraki - 565 SOLD to u/Mr_Mufifn
MHA - Tsuyu - 374 SOLD via Mercari
Naruto - Gaara - 728 $14
Naruto - Itachi - 578 SOLD via Mercari
Naruto - Jiraiya - 73 SOLD via Mercari
Naruto - Kakashi (Lightning Blade) - 548 SOLD to aerolaze
Naruto - Kakashi Hatake - 182 SOLD to aerolaze
Naruto - Kurama - 73 $27
Naruto - Kurama (Susano’O) - 725 $25
Naruto - Kurama (GITD)(Box Damage) - 97 SOLD via Mercari
Naruto - Madara (Reanimation)- 722 SOLD to DBZNARUTOFAN
Naruto - Naruto (Sexy Jutsu) - 726 SOLD to DBZNARUTOFAN
Naruto - Naruto (Running) - 727 $10
Naruto - Naruto (Six Path - GITD) - 186 $25
Naruto - Naruto Uzumaki - 71 SOLD via Mercari
Naruto - Naruto (Rasengan) - 181 SOLD to aerolaze
Naruto - Naruto (Sage Mode) - 185 SOLD to aerolaze
Naruto - Naruto (Six Path) - 186 SOLD to aerolaze
Naruto - Orochimaru - 729 SOLD via Mercari
Naruto - Rock Lee - 739 SOLD via Mercari
Naruto - Sakura Haruno - 183 SOLD to aerolaze
Naruto - Sasuke (Curse Mark) - 455 SOLD to DBZNARUTOFAN
Naruto - Sasuke Uchiha - 72 SOLD to aerolaze
Naruto - Tobi - 184 SOLD to aerolaze
Naruto - Tsunade - 730 $10
Boruto - Boruto Uzumaki - 671 $10
Boruto - Mitsuki - 673 $8
Boruto - Mitsuki (Sage Mode) - 699 $20
Boruto - Naruto (Hokage) - 724 SOLD to aerolaze
Boruto - Naruto (Hokage - Chase GITD) - 724 $120
Boruto - Sarada Uchiha - 672 $5
Bleach - Grimmjow - 349 SOLD via Mercari
Bleach - Ichigo - 59 SOLD via Mercari
Bleach - Ichigo (Hollow) - 96 SOLD via Mercari
Bleach - Renji Abarai (Bankai) - 347 SOLD via Mercari
Bleach - Renji Abarai - 348 SOLD via Mercari
Bleach - Rukia - 60 SOLD via Mercari
Fullmetal Alchemist - Alex Armstrong - 433 SOLD via Mercari
Fullmetal Alchemist - Alphonse Elric - 382 SOLD via Mercari
Fullmetal Alchemist - Alphonse Elric (w/ Kittens) - 452 SOLD via Mercari
Fullmetal Alchemist - Edward Elric - 381 SOLD via Mercari
Fullmetal Alchemist - King Bradley - 733 SOLD via Mercari
Fullmetal Alchemist - King Bradley (Chase) - 733 SOLD via Mercari
Fullmetal Alchemist - Roy Mustang - 383 SOLD via Mercari
Fullmetal Alchemist - Winry Rockbell - 394 SOLD via Mercari
Marvel - Doctor Strange (As Ghost Rider) - 412 $20
Marvel - Miles Morales (PX Exclusive) - 529 $14
Marvel - Nova - 494 $10
Soul Eater - Black Star - 778 SOLD to joltedmaniac
Soul Eater - Death the Kid - 781 SOLD to joltedmaniac
Soul Eater - Liz - 782 SOLD to joltedmaniac
Soul Eater - Maka Albarn - 80 (Crease on back of box and sticker residue on front.) SOLD to joltedmaniac
Soul Eater - Patty - 780 SOLD to joltedmaniac
Soul Eater - Soul - 79 SOLD to joltedmaniac
Soul Eater - Tsubaki - 779 SOLD to joltedmaniac
Tokyo Ghoul - Eto Yoshimura - 437 SOLD via Mercari
Tokyo Ghoul - Hide - 467 SOLD via Mercari
Tokyo Ghoul - Juzo Suzuya (Dorbz) - 331 SOLD via Mercari
Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki (Chrome) - 61 $10
Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki (GITD) - 61 SOLD via Mercari
Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki (Dorbz-GITD) - 332 SOLD via Mercari
Tokyo Ghoul - Rize Kanishiro- 466 SOLD via Mercari
Tokyo Ghoul - Touka Kirishima - 7 SOLD via Mercari
Tokyo Ghoul - Uta - 468 SOLD via Mercari
The Witcher - Ciri (GITD) - 150 SOLD via Mercari
The Witcher - Geralt (Igni - GITD) - 554 SOLD via Mercari
The X-Files - Dana Scully - 184 SOLD via Mercari
The X-Files - Fox Mulder - 183 SOLD via Mercari
Fortnite - Leviathan - 514 $5
Fortnite - Omega - 435 $5
Morton Salt Girl $8
Pop Protectors (38 available) $3 per protector (bundle for discount!)
Please let me know if you’d like to get specific pictures of any pops in particular!
I’m trying to sell these as sets, but it’s first come first serve!
I’m shipping USPS to support the boys and girls in blue, but if you’d like a different carrier, just ask! That will obviously affect shipping prices but that’s up to you!
If we’re doing big sets of more than 5 pops (most of these sets) I’m just going to charge $12 in shipping and cover the rest for you. If you’re buying smaller sets or individual pops, $7 for the package!
Let me know if I missed anything or if I can answer any questions!
Thanks for looking!
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2020.09.12 13:19 Edjelly_daddy I tried to make friends with my rival, until this happened...

Dom who is my rival is taking a nap by the fireplace. Above him is me ,i drop a vase on his head. The crashing causes his Mother to throw Dom out of the house for a forty-year sentence. He then crashes into a mop and washcrate, giving him the Great Sphinx of Giza look, with some pyramids. I teases Dom from inside and puts a "For Rent" sign outside his mouse hole. I was having a lot of fun for some time without Dom, but soon becomes lonely. I thought to myself, "You never thought you'd miss that rivalry with Dom, did you?" I shake my head. "Feelin' kind of lonesome?" I nods then. "Look at him. You can't live with him, but there's no fun without him. You know, you could get that guy back in here though, if you really wanted to. Couldn't ya?" I think about it and then smiles.
Dom is sitting outside the house, feeling sorry for himself. Then i whistles at him and waves a hanky of truce. I makes a deal with Dom to get him back in the house.
His Mother is doing her dishes in the kitchen and singing. She continues working until i pulls and snaps her sock. I makes faces at her and she jumps on a stool, scared. I continued by trying to shake her off the stool, but shakes off all sorts of accessories, an axe, and then her dress, which she promptly pulls back up.
I, then grabs the axe and cuts the leg off the stool. His mother screams and falls with a big crash, and she calls to Dom. Dom grabs a curtain, using it as a cape, and chases me behind another curtain. Fighting sounds are heard, but Dom and I are playing patty-cake and both yelping in "pain" to make it sound convincing. I emerges from the fake fight and runs back into the kitchen, passing the stove i spies his mother cowering on top of the cooker. I, turns on the burner underneath his mother, causing her to jump to the ceiling, shrieking. I, runs past the fridge and as Dom runs by, he rips a drumstick off of a chicken. He chases me behind a wall with the drumstick in his hands (making his Mommy believe he is trying to smash me with it), and together they take turns eating it. The fake chase continues with myself running into the cupboard and choking Dom. A lot of banging sounds are heard, but Dom and I are using the pots and pans as a drum set. Dom and I quickly close the cupboard again.
We come out of the cupboard and stage a sword fight with a knife and a fork as weapons. Dom then grabs a meat cleaver and starts to chopped me. Dom ends up chopping the leg of a table, the bottom of a curtain, slicing a table in half, and cutting an apple on top of my head in half. I, notices that the last cut was pretty close to my head, and ensures the fight is not for real. The chase returns to staged mode.
Dom chases Me around his mother, who is standing on a chair holding a broom and clumsily hitting Dom three times before an irate, Dom takes the broom and snaps it over his knee. Dom then hands the broken broom back to the humiliated housemaid. I, then runs under the carpet and his mother tries to swat me. I escaped and Dom puts a tomato under the carpet, traps it and pretends to his mother that the tomato is me. His mother hits the tomato and Dom looks under the carpet. He then reacts as if it's the worst thing he's ever seen, laying down flowers and crying. Dom even blows his nose on the hem of his mother's frilly apron. He then takes the flower pan and holds it down like a hat.
Soon Dom has a napkin around his neck ready to receive his reward for taking care of me: A lemon meringue flan. I showed up with a napkin around his neck as well. I taken a small bite of the pie and is about to dive in and enjoy it, but then Dom pulls the pie away for himself. He pushes me away and snaps his fingers at him. Before Dom can enjoy the entire flan, I kicked him and Dom lands face first into it. I was very angry at his lack of gratitude, walks away saying "Why that dirty double-crossin', good-for-nothin', two-timin'...,"
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2020.09.12 13:05 mattiasflgrtll6 Most overlooked partner segments

Sometimes a segment gets praised so much that another just as strong or at least good gets "forgotten" by comparison. Which ones can you think of?
Sandy's Rocket/Squeaky Boots
Wormy/Patty Hype (In my top 10)
Grandma's Kisses/Squidville (Although Squidville is more meaningful, I always loved Grandma's Kisses as well)
Pressure/The Smoking Peanut
Graveyard Shift/Krusty Love (But you're spendin' all me money!" is quite possibly the funniest running gag ever)
Sailor Mouth/Artist Unknown (Makes me laugh just as much as Sailor Mouth)
Nasty Patty/Idiot Box (My favorite episode of the entire series)
Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy IV/Doing Time
Missing Identity/Plankton's Army (Plankton's Army is my favorite Plankton episode, but Missing Identity is really cool and mysterious, in a smallscale funny way)
The Lost Mattress/Krabs vs Plankton (SpongeBob is the BEST lawyer)
Enemy-In-Law/Mermaid Man And Barnacle Boy VI: The Motion Picture (I've gotten eyebrows raised over this, but Enemy-In-Law is my favorite season 4 episode. Why? Plankton genuinely falling in love with Mrs. Krabs' mother is such an ingenius idea. His obsession and attempts to woo her made me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe. The most hilariously weird love story ever)
Born To Be Wild/Best Frenemies (I'm a sucker for town panic stories)
Roller Cowards/Bucket Sweet Bucket
I thought about adding New Digs/Krabs à la Mode, but I think New Digs does get the praise it deserves.
Might add more once I get to season 6.
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2020.09.12 12:13 Edjelly_daddy I tried to make friend with my rival, until this happened...

Dom who is my rival is taking a nap by the fireplace. Above him is me, i drop a vase on his head then the crashing causes his Mother to throw him out of his house for a forty-year sentence. He then crashes into a mop and washcrate, giving him the Great Sphinx of Giza look. I teases Dom from inside and puts a "For Rent" sign outside his room. I was having a lot of fun for some time without Dom, but soon it becomes so lonely. I thought to myself, "You never thought you'd miss that rivalry with Dom, did you?" I shake my head. "Feelin' kind of lonesome?" I nods then. "Look at him. You can't live with him, but there's no fun without him. You know, you could get that guy back in here though, if you really wanted to. Couldn't ya?" I think about it and then smiles.
Dom is sitting outside the house, feeling sorry for himself. Then i whistles at him and waves a hanky of truce. I makes a deal with Dom to get him back in the house.
His Mother is doing her dishes in the kitchen and singing. She continues working until i pulls and snaps her sock. I makes faces at her and she jumps on a stool, scared. I continued by trying to shake her off the stool, but shakes off all sorts of accessories, an axe, and then her dress, which she promptly pulls back up.
I, then grabs the axe and cuts the leg off the stool. His mother screams and falls with a big crash, and she calls to Dom for help. Dom grabs a curtain, using it as a cape, and chases me behind another curtain. Fighting sounds are heard, but Dom and I are playing patty-cake and both yelping in "pain" to make it sound convincing. I emerges from the fake fight and runs back into the kitchen, passing the stove i spies his mother cowering on top of the cooker. I, turns on the burner underneath his mother, causing her to jump to the ceiling, shrieking. I, runs past the fridge and as Dom runs by, he rips a drumstick off of a chicken. He chases me behind a wall with the drumstick in his hands (making his Mommy believe he is trying to smash me with it), and together they take turns eating it. The fake chase continues with myself running into the cupboard and choking Dom. A lot of banging sounds are heard, but Dom and I are using the pots and pans as a drum set. Dom and I quickly close the cupboard again.
We come out of the cupboard and stage a sword fight with a knife and a fork as weapons. Dom then grabs a meat cleaver and starts to chopped me. Dom ends up chopping the leg of a table, the bottom of a curtain, slicing a table in half, and cutting an apple on top of my head in half. I, notices that the last cut was pretty close to my head, and ensures the fight is not for real. The chase returns to staged mode.
Dom chases Me around his mother, who is standing on a chair holding a broom and clumsily hitting Dom three times before an irate, Dom takes the broom and snaps it over his knee. Dom then hands the broken broom back to his mother. I run under the carpet and his mother tries to swat me. I escaped and Dom puts a tomato under the carpet, traps it and pretends to his mother that the tomato is me. His mother hits the tomato and Dom looks under the carpet. He then reacts as if it's the worst thing he's ever seen, laying down flowers and crying. Dom even blows his nose on the hem of his mother's frilly apron. He then takes the flower pan and holds it down like a hat.
Soon Dom has a napkin around his neck ready to receive his reward for taking care of me: A lemon meringue flan. I showed up with a napkin around his neck as well. I taken a small bite of the pie and is about to dive in and enjoy it, but then Dom pulls the pie away for himself. He pushes me away and snaps his fingers at him. Before Dom can enjoy the entire flan, I kicked him and Dom lands face first into it. I was very angry at his lack of gratitude, walks away saying "Why that dirty double-crossin', good-for-nothin', two-timin'...,"
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2020.09.11 21:30 bigpancake2 gonna try the travvy patty today (travis scott burger with extra sicko mode sauce)

ill let yall know how it is i bet its gonna be good
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2020.09.11 18:28 Edjelly_daddy I tried to make friends with my rival until he did this.

Dom who is my rival is taking a nap by the fireplace. Above him is me, i drop a vase on his head then the crashing causes his Mother to throw him out of his house for a forty-year sentence. He then crashes into a mop and washcrate, giving him the Great Sphinx of Giza look. I teases Dom from inside and puts a "For Rent" sign outside his room. I was having a lot of fun for some time without Dom, but soon it becomes so lonely. I thought to myself, "You never thought you'd miss that rivalry with Dom, did you?" I shake my head. "Feelin' kind of lonesome?" I nods then. "Look at him. You can't live with him, but there's no fun without him. You know, you could get that guy back in here though, if you really wanted to. Couldn't ya?" I think about it and then smiles.
Dom is sitting outside the house, feeling sorry for himself. Then i whistles at him and waves a hanky of truce. I makes a deal with Dom to get him back in the house.
His Mother is doing her dishes in the kitchen and singing. She continues working until i pulls and snaps her sock. I makes faces at her and she jumps on a stool, scared. I continued by trying to shake her off the stool, but shakes off all sorts of accessories, an axe, and then her dress, which she promptly pulls back up.
I, then grabs the axe and cuts the leg off the stool. His mother screams and falls with a big crash, and she calls to Dom for help. Dom grabs a curtain, using it as a cape, and chases me behind another curtain. Fighting sounds are heard, but Dom and I are playing patty-cake and both yelping in "pain" to make it sound convincing. I emerges from the fake fight and runs back into the kitchen, passing the stove i spies his mother cowering on top of the cooker. I, turns on the burner underneath his mother, causing her to jump to the ceiling, shrieking. I, runs past the fridge and as Dom runs by, he rips a drumstick off of a chicken. He chases me behind a wall with the drumstick in his hands (making his Mommy believe he is trying to smash me with it), and together they take turns eating it. The fake chase continues with myself running into the cupboard and choking Dom. A lot of banging sounds are heard, but Dom and I are using the pots and pans as a drum set. Dom and I quickly close the cupboard again.
We come out of the cupboard and stage a sword fight with a knife and a fork as weapons. Dom then grabs a meat cleaver and starts to chopped me. Dom ends up chopping the leg of a table, the bottom of a curtain, slicing a table in half, and cutting an apple on top of my head in half. I, notices that the last cut was pretty close to my head, and ensures the fight is not for real. The chase returns to staged mode.
Dom chases Me around his mother, who is standing on a chair holding a broom and clumsily hitting Dom three times before an irate, Dom takes the broom and snaps it over his knee. Dom then hands the broken broom back to the humiliated housemaid. I, then runs under the carpet and his mother tries to swat me. I escaped and Dom puts a tomato under the carpet, traps it and pretends to his mother that the tomato is me. His mother hits the tomato and Dom looks under the carpet. He then reacts as if it's the worst thing he's ever seen, laying down flowers and crying. Dom even blows his nose on the hem of his mother's frilly apron. He then takes the flower pan and holds it down like a hat.
Soon Dom has a napkin around his neck ready to receive his reward for taking care of me: A lemon meringue flan. I showed up with a napkin around his neck as well. I taken a small bite of the pie and is about to dive in and enjoy it, but then Dom pulls the pie away for himself. He pushes me away and snaps his fingers at him. Before Dom can enjoy the entire flan, I kicked him and Dom lands face first into it. I was very angry at his lack of gratitude, walks away saying "Why that dirty double-crossin', good-for-nothin', two-timin'...,"
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2020.09.11 17:38 Djjjunior Kevin Parker in Fortnite?! (Not Clickbait)

So as we all know, Travis Scott had the groundbreaking virtual "Astronomical" concert in the very popular multiplayer online battle royale game Fortnite. While the reason behind Travis's appearance into this mysterious cartoonish land is yet to be determined, there are many implications one can draw from such the event. Mr. Scott played several songs in the concert with one being none other than the hit "Sicko Mode" featuring Drake.
Now you may be asking, "what does that have to do with Kevin?" Well, hypothetically speaking, Sicko Mode exists in the Fortnite universe now since it was played at the "Astronomical" event. Sicko Mode released as a part of Travis's hit 2018 album "ASTROWORLD". One can assume that since Sicko Mode exists in the Fortnite universe, so would "ASTROWORLD". Now what is the significance of that album's existence? The seventh track SKELETONS is produced by none other than Tame Impala and even written partially by Kevin himself. Now, what can we deduce from such information? Travis Scott is forever engrained in the Fortnite lore, ASTROWORLD is as well, Kevin Parker (Tame Impala) is featured in ASTROWORLD.
Therefore, Kevin Parker (Tame Impala) is in the Fortnite universe. What his role will be in future updates or if he'll have a concert of his own is to be decided. The big surprise he teased in his Innerspeaker 10th anniversary post in which lil yachty foolishly admited to his own adolescence, was most likely eluding to his introduction to the popular battle royale game. Now if you'll excuse me, Cactus Jack sent me to go get the Travis Scott Meal™ at McDonald's®. I will have to go SICKO MODE and harass the 22 year old college girl who works the cash register about my Travy Patty with extra SICKO sauce.
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2020.09.10 16:31 Mythic-Insanity I finally beat Nightmare Mode Nemesis

Infinite ammo MUP, 3 assault coins, 4 defense coins, two manuals, and several first aid sprays is what it took to make this possible. This fight is some of the worst BS I have ever seen in a video game. For the record I have completed the entire Soulsborne series and this boss was easily my hardest boss battle.
The hit boxes for his hands don’t match up with his attack animations leading to me having to spam dodge anytime I anticipated an attack only to sometimes get knocked down by a hand that was ten in game feet away from Jill. His patented Patty-cake combo only takes Jill to half health with four defense coins which really helped with the fight— which is necessary to survive if you get hit with acid/ howl which makes his combo unavoidable in some instances. I also kept finding myself locked into the bullet time mode after successfully dodging where I couldn’t shoot or dodge again always guaranteeing a free combo from Nemesis.
Overall this fight was utter BS and I am so glad to have finally beat it so that I can finally play the game on Inferno.
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2020.09.08 22:31 gisforgnu I am 33 years old and make $84,000 in Appalachia (Temporarily in Mobile, AL) as a Consultant

A quick note: during this diary, I’m living for a few months in Mobile, Alabama. My parents asked me to house sit for them (while they social distantly gallivant about in their Airstream) and I jumped at the opportunity to take a break from my normal life and my relationship (it’s been a rough year, y’all) to reevaluate what I truly want. I feel hashtag blessed to have this opportunity and I’m trying not to waste it. My life may look a little different in 6 months (if I leave the relationship, I plan on moving rather far away—maybe here? Who knows!), so this seemed like a good time to write the diary and perhaps give an update in six or seven months when I have a more solidified life.

Assets and Debt

Retirement Balance: $17,000 split between my job’s 401k, a Traditional IRA (former employer 401ks rolled into one account), and a Roth IRA.
Home Equity: N/A
Savings Accounts:
Checking Account Balance: I keep ~$100 in my checking as a “just in case” for cash withdrawals
Credit Card Debt: None. I charge everything to my cards and pay them off in full each pay period.
Student Loan Debt: None! Just paid off the last of my student loans last month. Originally had $27,000 between my undergrad and graduate degrees and it took me 12 years to pay them off (who the hell knows how much interest that entailed…my average rate, for Federal loans, was 6-7%).

Income

Income Progression: This is worth an entire separate thread probably! I earned a joint BA in English and Environmental Studies and then completed a MFA in Creative Writing. Originally, I planned on entering academia and becoming a professor, but the crash of ’08 destroyed that idea. A few months before graduating with my MFA, I lined up a job working full time as a marketing coordinator ($30,000). Over the next few years, I increased pay (up to $48,000 after 3 job moves) to match my skillset (where I live, marketing means you do PR, code websites, create content, can design flashy print pieces, run social media, record videos, manage clients/angry people, etc. etc. It’s a one-person-do-it-all type role). Unfortunately, in 2016, I was recruited to a company (management level role! $60,000 salary!) that lied about its financial status and then laid me off several months later (I was the first of 70% to be axed). Living where I do, jobs are scarce and I was unemployed for 6 months. Eventually I found a job that was a big pay cut from my previous-previous role (back down to $45,000), and my boss was horribly abusive. After getting a nasty case of shingles, I was desperate for a new role. Thankfully, I quickly positioned myself into a lateral pay move with a huge title bump ($48,000 but an executive-level role in a local government) and used the next two years to work my butt off, network, and manage a few major crises (hello, being on live CNN is weird!). Two years into that job, I gave a presentation at a national conference and was recruited to my current role ($76,000 initial salary). After 1 year with the company, I’m now a project manager and was given a pay adjustment up to $84,000 which, honestly, feels like fake money and I still can’t really comprehend it.
Take Home Pay: In August, my monthly take home pay, after taxes & deductions, was $4,251 ($6,762 before taxes/deductions). Because I’m billable, I charge for every hour I work for a client. This means that, although I am salaried, I also am paid my hourly rate ($40/hour) for each overtime hour. Since I work some OT every pay period, I honestly have no idea what my base monthly salary is.
Pre-Tax Deductions:
Approximate Tax Deductions (I withhold the max amount because I’ve was screwed before by a previous employer who did not correctly calculate things on their end which resulted in me owing the IRS a lot of money I didn’t have):
Side Gig/Other Income: N/A (Until recently, I worked as a freelance as a writer, photographer, and marketing consultant prior to this job and that income helped pay for vacations and other splurges. Thankfully, I no longer need a second job)

Expenses

Rent: I pay $290 per month for half of the house that my boyfriend owns. Yes, the mortgage is truly that low—welcome to Appalachia. Before, my rent was generally in the $800 range for a very nice 2 bed apartment in a larger town.
Retirement Contribution: $300 per month into a Roth IRA. Looking at increasing this until it is maxed out with any future salary increases. I’ll then circle back and max out my 401k after that occurs.
Savings Contributions:
Debt Payments: N/A
Monthly Recurring Donations: $25 to my local Planned Parenthood clinic and $25 to a local wildlife rehabilitation clinic
Electric & Gas: ~$90 per month for my half
Water & Sewer: $55 per month for my half
Wifi: Paid for by work
Cellphone: Paid for by work
Car Insurance: $57 per month
Gym: $55 per month for the local YMCA (on hold due to C19)
Subscriptions: $10 for Spotify, $1 for Apple Storage, $60 per year for Strava Premium (I use a family member’s Netflix and boyfriend covers Hulu and our Britbox subscription on Prime)
Pet Expenses: Maybe ~$50 each month for my two cats? Not really sure…I also cover expenses for the dog now, but everyone is suuuuper minimal. It’s just food, litter, and any other little bits and bobs.
Therapy: Each session is a $30 copay which I pay for with pre-tax money in my FSA account. I average 2 sessions a month, but am currently on hold for complicated reasons (and also not being sure if I like her)

Money Diary

Monday – Day 1
5:43 AM: Alarm goes off and the cats refuse to budge. Even the dog is unenthused. Manage to crawl out of bed by 6:15.
6:15 AM: Feed cats, walk the dog, and pull my bike out of the garage. Getting used to the super-hot weather here has been rough in terms of riding, so I’m trying to force myself to ride before work….not sure how this will go!
6:30 AM: Ride for about an hour (16 miles but oh-so-flat!) and only yell at two cars for buzzing me. I’ll never understand how drivers feel ok giving a cyclist no space (especially when the cyclist is on or to the right of the white line!). PSA: please give cyclists 2-3 feet of room when you pass them! You’re in a giant death machine going 45+ mph while the cyclist is completely unprotected!
8:00 AM: Make a smoothie (banana, scoop of peanut butter, mixed berries, spinach, almond milk) and start my laptop. There are waaaay too many emails for this early on a Monday morning,
10:00 AM: Coffee & a quick browse on Reddit. I miss my espresso machine back home. Caffeine is caffeine, but this drip stuff is just not the same (make a mental note to browse online for espresso machine prices in case I move out and need one down the road…)
11:00 AM: More coffee & a slice of banana bread (https://www.tastingtable.com/cook/recipes/brown-butter-banana-bread-recipe - but I added chocolate chips and chopped walnuts as well). Still just working my way through QA checks of work my team did over the weekend.
Noon: Starving, so I heat up the veggie curry I made the other night (mushrooms, carrots, onion, sliced cherry tomatoes, red potatoes, and snow peas in a Trader Joe’s yellow curry sauce – just using up whatever odds and ends my mom left in the fridge at this point!). Watch a short episode of Munchie’s The Pizza Show on YouTube with the dog (he has good taste in free content).
4:30 PM: The afternoon dragged by with QA work and team calls and, to be honest, I didn’t get as much done as I wanted. But I’m also at a point where I just can’t handle, so it’s time to turn off the laptop and let it be. Because it’s raining and apparently depression is on the menu tonight, I start the Hillary Clinton docuseries on Hulu. America, you coulda had a bad bitch (or at least a competent one) ☹
6:00 PM: Dinner & more Hillary. On the menu tonight: roasted broccoli, cherry tomatoes, and shrimp (tossed all with the Penzey’s Bangkok mix https://www.penzeys.com/online-catalog/bangkok-blend/c-24/p-13/pd-s , salt, and olive oil—roast the broccoli and tomatoes until done and then put the shrimp on the pan for ~2 minutes until done) with mashed potatoes.
10:00 PM: Take the dog outside and then go to bed.
Total Daily Spend: $0
Tuesday – Day 2
6:41 AM – Alarm. (Anyone else refuse to use “normal” times for their alarm?)
7:45 AM – Dog is adamant about wanting to go outside and I guess I should actually start work, so here we are!
8:00 AM – Coffee & work (today’s plan: powerpoints, client calls, and other random things like QA checks)
1:00 PM – I guess I should eat lunch? Typically, I try to eat around Noon, but with clients located in different time zones, I often end up eating at weird times between calls. Today is the final round of leftover veggie curry with some of the shrimp from last night on top.
1:15 PM – My Noon call resulted in a huuuuuge list of due-outs, so I’ll be focusing on that for the rest of the afternoon (mostly including: writing too many emails, creating calendar invites, talking to my team members to assign them work, etc.).
6:30 PM – Finally wrap up work (too many late afternoon phone calls) and decide to wash my car. I’ve been eying the 0% financing deals and figure if I’m going to show up to test drive, I might as well have a very clean car so that they give me a good offer. While I’d never normally buy a brand new car, between the money I can put down on it and a decent trade-in offer for my current car, it’s very tempting. Doubt I’ll purchase, but we’ll see!
7:30 PM – Leftover shrimp, broccoli, and mashed potatoes. Watch an old episode of Good Mythical Morning (Rhett and Link are terrible at blind taste testing frozen pizzas! Now I want a frozen pizza!).
8:00 PM – Talk with the boyfriend back home for an hour or so. Mostly discuss the various pets and I vent a little about work. It’s difficult to discuss our relationship on here, mostly because I think my heart just isn’t invested in it but my head keeps telling me that it “should be” good…Definitely hopeful that I can figure out my head-heart dialogue over the next two months.
9:30 PM – Bed! Best thing about living alone? Bed whenever you want it!
Total Daily Spend: $0
Wednesday – Day 3
5:43 AM – Alarm. Intended to go on a bike ride but didn’t sleep well last night so I decide to go back to sleep. The cats are very much ok with that situation.
7:30 AM – Coffee and starting my workday! I already worked for a fully remote team pre-C19, so it’s been fun to see everyone else get used to WFH. I love the freedom to roll out of bed and get the day going (and really love wearing sweatpants every day—game changer).
11:45 AM – It’s been a crazy morning of writing up performance reviews, talking with a team about a presentation we’re giving later today to our client’s executive suite, talking with another client about an upcoming deliverable, and editing materials for the meeting later today. At some point I make a smoothie (same as Day 1) and also take a mini-break to browse houses on the Oregon Coast…Anyone have NorCal/S. Oregon suggestions for a good place to live?
1:00 PM – Scrounge together lunch (last of the shrimp/broccoli leftovers made into a “southern burrito” with pimento cheese on a wrap—somehow it works!), take a midday shower, and back at my desk within 30 minutes.
6:00 PM – Briefing went well! Boss calls to congratulate me on handling some difficult questions from the client and I power down my computer. It’s too hot to ride (100+ with the heat index) and I’m not feeling super hungry, so I pack a bottle of Sauv Blanc in a cooler, along with some crawfish dip I found at a local fish market here (it’s good but I could definitely make it better!), and head out to my mom’s sailboat. I feel incredibly lucky to have the boat (albeit docked and sail-less for the coming months while I house sit) at my disposal and love sitting on the deck with the dog and watching the sunset.
8:00 PM – Head home after a long conversation with the boyfriend (our couples therapy session is tomorrow morning and he wanted to talk about what we wanted to talk about which then became a pre-therapy discussion and was overall exhausting), watch at Escape to the Country episode, and head to bed around 9:30.
Total Daily Spend: $0
Wednesday – Day 4
5:43 AM – Alarm. Again, as is the theme this week, intended to go out riding but didn’t do it. I’m becoming increasingly frustrated at myself for this but am trying to give myself some grace since my body and mind really prefer riding in the evening and making the switch to morning is out of the norm.
7:00 AM – Start work early since I have a full day of meetings and the therapy session ahead of me. Sort and respond to emails and work on a few deliverables for my main client.
9:00 AM – Therapy session. Best part of remote therapy? Sitting with the dog and rubbing his head when I get stressed/upset. He’s the best. <3
10:00 AM – Straight off the therapy session and into my first of 4 individual hour-long calls for the day. Because of the time zone differences, I’m not able to take a lunch and instead heat up a leftover piece of lasagna that my mom left for me in the freezer. Frantically eat while getting documents and slides ready for my meeting at Noon.
4:00 PM – Finally off calls and feeling overwhelmed with the upcoming quarter. My team has been assigned to work on another client project with a very short turn-around but we’re already over-stretched with our workload (I’m at, on average, a 95% billable rate, even with vacation time or holidays factored in). As a PM, I’m not sure how I’m going to manage everyone’s workloads and not also lose my mind…but I guess that’s what they pay me the big bucks for?
5:00 PM – I give up on work, start marinating tempeh for tempeh shawarma tonight (loosely based on this recipe: https://bittersweetblog.com/2018/01/26/no-more-street-meat/), load up the cooler with the remaining half bottle of wine, and drive over to the boat for another solo happy hour. This time, I keep phone calls to a minimum and focus on watching the pelicans, waving at boaters as they scoot by (damn, must be nice to be on a movable boat!), and pet the dog. The dog is very pro the head scritches.
7:30 PM – Rice in the rice cooker (plain with salt, not like the recipe), tempeh in the pan to cook (I get it super caramelized almost to the point of burned, *chef’s kiss*), lettuce and tomatoes chopped, and white sauce whipped up (regular Greek yogurt, not vegan), and I settle in with food and a few Matty Mattheson episodes. Can we please discuss his bone marrow and tomato tartine? Holy hell, I want it.
9:00 PM – Did I mention that I love early bed?
Total Daily Spend: $0
Friday – Day 5
3:00 AM – Well, I’m awake (stress? Who knows) and turn off my alarm because there’s no way on earth that I’m getting up at 5-something to ride.
7:00 AM – Major cat snuggles with both cats for 30 minutes. Old lady cat scooches beneath my chin and I use her as a pillow which, I think, is truly the greatest way to lower anxiety.
8:00 AM – Pay day and 20 unread emails! Cool! What is time and why is everyone emailing me after 6 PM?! Move $1,000 into my short-term savings account, pay off my credit card purchases from the past two weeks, and do a quick check on all of my accounts to make sure that everything looks good. The past year has been a game changer for me in terms of financial security. I wasn’t exactly living paycheck-to-paycheck before, but my student debt seemed never ending and I wasn’t able to put much away in terms of retirement savings or emergency savings. Last year I paid for a bunch of house-related issues at my boyfriend’s house (insulation, a working bathroom sink, an a/c unit for my office, a working fridge, etc.) and didn’t focus on saving as much as I could. So I feel like I need to make up for lost time now (hence the huge focus on short-term savings). Since our relationship is rocky, I also want to make sure that I have enough to pay for movers for a major move and also have a cushion for a rental deposit and whatever else. Of course, if the relationship does work out, then the savings will be a huge boost towards me paying for a house in an area of the country that we want to live. So I guess I’m keeping one foot on both sides of the possibilities but seeing it as a win-win in terms of setting myself up for success no matter what.
Noon – Lunch happens at my desk while working (leftover tempeh shawarma).
3:00 PM – Take a quick break from writing technical reports to try on the Dickie’s order that arrived. Before you judge and think it’s weird, I ordered one of their t-shirts last year and fell in love with it. Decided to “splurge” last week and order a few more (I’m a minimalist when it comes to clothes). Unfortunately, though I thought I was buying the same shirt, they weren’t the same, and I hate the fabric and feel of the ones that arrived. Process the return and find the original shirt I wanted on the Kohl’s site. Before I hit “purchase,” I think to Google the name of the shirt and, lo and behold, there’s a Dickie’s outlet page that has them for only $9 each (as opposed to Kohl’s which was around $25 each). (Link to shirt for those of you who are in the market for a basic t-shirt that doesn’t hug your stomach/hips and isn’t too low of a v-neck: https://www.dickies.com/women/womens-heritage-short-sleeve-v-neck-t-shirt/FS098.html?dwvar_FS098_color=DMH#start=1) $42.85 for 4 t-shirts
4:30 PM – DONE for the week (can we get an amen?!). Debate checking out a local brewery (outside seating only, of course) and settle on one that claims to have a very large dog-friendly outdoor area.
10:00 PM – Local brewery was a success! Over the course of many hours, I enjoyed one flight and two pints. The dog and I sat on the patio in the shade and I was able to read more of my current book (The Overstory by Richard Powers) and I think I’ll definitely go back again soon. $22
Total Daily Spend: $62.85
Saturday – Day 6
6:30 AM – Finally wake up and drag myself out of bed with enough time to ride before it gets super hot. Get all the animals settled, eat a tortilla and peanut butter for some quick calories, and head out.
8:30 AM – Back after a really good ride! Part of the route skirted the Bay and I can’t believe I temporarily live somewhere so beautiful.
10 AM – How is it not mid-afternoon? Eat the final leftover tempeh shawarma and putz around. Decide to try taking the dog to the beach in the evening.
Noon – Hottest part of the day means that maybe car dealerships won’t be so busy? Head over to Subaru to test drive a 2020 Impreza hatchback and then to a Toyota dealer to test drive a 2020 Corolla hatchback. I’m a Subaru fan girl but the Corolla’s features are really nice. The Toyota salespeople were super sleazy and annoying and low balled me on a trade-in quote and then quickly backpedaled when they realized I wasn’t going to be had. Left a bad taste in my mouth for sure and certainly won’t win them any future points if I decide to go with a Toyota.
2:00 PM – My uncle (step-in-law or something? Who knows how it all works) calls and asks if I want to go out on his boat (motor, not sail). Um, of course?! Pack up a cooler of Alabama beers and head over with the pup. It’s a glorious day out on the Bay – not too choppy, nice breeze – and we check out an island used for pelican nesting habitat (basically a real-life Jurassic Park because pelicans are actually tiny dinosaurs). The dog is VERY unsure of how to handle the boat but does manage to hang out in the bow with me for a bit and let his ears flap in the wind. Is he the best boy? Yes, yes he is.
10:00 PM – Time flies? After a few hours and beers on the boat, we head back to land and I hang out (outside, not getting close at all to anyone) with the folks at the yacht club (clarification: yes, technically a yacht club, but in reality more like a very laid-back, working class property with boat slips. I felt a little exposed with people around (10 or so), but justified it, maybe wrongly so, by keeping my distance and always being outside.) Head to bed around 10:30.
Total Daily Spend: $0
Sunday – Day 7
7:30 AM – Dog demands to go out so I crawl out of bed and take care of the pets. Crawl back into bed, am instantly covered in animals, and decide to spend awhile ignoring life as much as I can.
9:00 AM – Guess I should eat/make coffee? Frozen hash browns (shreds) with two sausage patties, and an egg over-easy (all pilfered from my mom’s chest freezegrocery remains).
11:30 AM – Why do I still feel hungover even though I didn’t have that much to drink last night? Keep drinking water and fire up my computer to get some work done. I’d like to take next Friday off, so I’m working today and tomorrow to shift my holiday hours from Monday to Friday. I’m working on a fairly mindless report which doesn’t require me to feel 100%, so that’s a bonus.
5:30 PM – Finish up work and decide that it’s going to be a life admin kind of evening. Make crispy pan fried tofu (cornstarch!) in orange chicken sauce (https://dinnerthendessert.com/panda-express-orange-chicken-copycat/) with broccoli and snow peas. Spend the next few hours vacuuming, mopping, doing laundry, cleaning bathrooms, and tidying up.
8:30 PM – Pack the dog in the car because he’s been a good boy all day and he loves snoozing in cars and drive over to Publix to get groceries (mostly wine, tbh) for the week. The bill was pretty big (3 bottles of semi-decent wine, 1 six pack of local beer—this should last me at least two weeks) + assorted veggies, tofu, bread (BLTs are definitely on the menu next week), and etc. $101.49
9:30 PM – Exhausted, I call it a day with no-backing-out-allowed plans to wake up early and do a big ride in the morning for the free day off.
Total Daily Spend: $101.49

Weekly Totals:

Food & Drink: 123.01
Clothes & Beauty: $42.85
Total: $165.85
Overall, this was a normal week for me. I realize I should probably become more comfortable with spending money on myself, especially since my income has shifted so much in the past year, but I’m far more comfortable being frugal and investing in quality things every once in a blue moon. And with my future being so up in the air in terms of living and the associated costs of a potential move, I’m in “squirrel it away” mode for the foreseeable future.
submitted by gisforgnu to MoneyDiariesACTIVE [link] [comments]


2020.09.08 08:16 Edjelly_daddy I was lonely until i'll have fun with my rival

Dom who is my rival is taking a nap by the fireplace. Above him me, drops a vase on his head. The crashing causes his Mom to throw Dom out of the house for a forty-year sentence. He then crashes into a mop and washcrate, giving him the Great Sphinx of Giza look, with some pyramids. I teases Dom from inside and puts a "For Rent" sign outside his mouse hole. I was having a lot of fun for some time without Dom, but soon becomes lonely. I thought to myself, "You never thought you'd miss that rivalry, did you?" I shake my head. "Feelin' kind of lonesome?" I nods then. "Look at him. You can't live with him, but there's no fun without him. You know, you could get that guy back in here though, if you really wanted to. Couldn't ya?" I think about it and then smiles.
Dom is sitting outside the house, feeling sorry for himself. Then i whistles at him and waves a hanky of truce. I makes a deal with Dom to get him back in the house.
Her Mother is doing her dishes in the kitchen and singing. She continues working until i pulls and snaps her sock. I makes faces at her and she jumps on a stool, scared. I continued by trying to shake her off the stool, but shakes off all sorts of accessories, an axe, and then her dress, which she promptly pulls back up.
I, then grabs the axe and cuts the leg off the stool. Mother screams and falls with a big crash, and she calls to Dom. Dom grabs a curtain, using it as a cape, and chases me behind another curtain. Fighting sounds are heard, but Dom and I are playing patty-cake and both yelping in "pain" to make it sound convincing. I emerges from the fake fight and runs back into the kitchen, passing the stove i spies his mother cowering on top of the cooker. I, turns on the burner underneath his mother, causing her to jump to the ceiling, shrieking. I, runs past the fridge and as Dom runs by, he rips a drumstick off of a chicken. He chases me behind a wall with the drumstick in his hands (making his Mommy believe he is trying to smash me with it), and together they take turns eating it. The fake chase continues with myself running into the cupboard and choking Dom. A lot of banging sounds are heard, but Dom and I are using the pots and pans as a drum set. Dom and I quickly close the cupboard again. We come out of the cupboard and stage a sword fight with a knife and a fork as weapons. Dom then grabs a meat cleaver and starts to chopped me. Dom ends up chopping the leg of a table, the bottom of a curtain, slicing a table in half, and cutting an apple on top of my head in half. I, notices that the last cut was pretty close to my head, and ensures the fight is not for real. The chase returns to staged mode. Dom chases Me around Mommy, who is standing on a chair holding a broom and clumsily hitting Dom three times before an irate, Dom takes the broom and snaps it over his knee. Dom then hands the broken broom back to the humiliated housemaid. I, then runs under the carpet and Mommy tries to swat me. I escaped and Dom puts a tomato under the carpet, traps it and pretends to Mommy that the tomato is me. Mommy hits the tomato and Dom looks under the carpet. He then reacts as if it's the worst thing he's ever seen, laying down flowers and crying. Dom even blows his nose on the hem of Mommy's frilly apron. He then takes the flower pan and holds it down like a hat.
Soon Dom has a napkin around his neck ready to receive his reward for taking care of me: A lemon meringue flan. I showed up with a napkin around his neck as well. I taken a small bite of the pie and is about to dive in and enjoy it, but then Dom pulls the pie away for himself. He pushes me away and snaps his fingers at him. Before Dom can enjoy the entire flan, I kicked him and Dom lands face first into it. I was very angry at his lack of gratitude, walks away saying "Why that dirty double-crossin', good-for-nothin', two-timin'...,"
submitted by Edjelly_daddy to teenagers [link] [comments]


2020.09.05 20:26 Zealousideal_Pen5643 Help With Mc Mods

I have a modded minecraft server with a few of my friends and it went pretty smoothly. This was until we downloaded another mod known as secret rooms. After installing this i could not load up forge at all, it would give me an error message. My crash report reads : ---- Minecraft Crash Report ----
// Hi. I'm Minecraft, and I'm a crashaholic.

Time: 05/09/20 18:15
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com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.io.ParsingException: Not enough data available
at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.io.ParsingException.notEnoughData([ParsingException.java:22](https://ParsingException.java:22)) \~\[core-3.6.0.jar:?\] {} at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.io.ReaderInput.directReadChar([ReaderInput.java:36](https://ReaderInput.java:36)) \~\[core-3.6.0.jar:?\] {} at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.io.AbstractInput.readChar([AbstractInput.java:49](https://AbstractInput.java:49)) \~\[core-3.6.0.jar:?\] {} at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.io.AbstractInput.readCharsUntil([AbstractInput.java:123](https://AbstractInput.java:123)) \~\[core-3.6.0.jar:?\] {} at com.electronwill.nightconfig.toml.TableParser.parseKey([TableParser.java:166](https://TableParser.java:166)) \~\[toml-3.6.0.jar:?\] {} at com.electronwill.nightconfig.toml.TableParser.parseDottedKey([TableParser.java:145](https://TableParser.java:145)) \~\[toml-3.6.0.jar:?\] {} at com.electronwill.nightconfig.toml.TableParser.parseNormal([TableParser.java:55](https://TableParser.java:55)) \~\[toml-3.6.0.jar:?\] {} at com.electronwill.nightconfig.toml.TomlParser.parse([TomlParser.java:44](https://TomlParser.java:44)) \~\[toml-3.6.0.jar:?\] {} at com.electronwill.nightconfig.toml.TomlParser.parse([TomlParser.java:37](https://TomlParser.java:37)) \~\[toml-3.6.0.jar:?\] {} at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.io.ConfigParser.parse([ConfigParser.java:113](https://ConfigParser.java:113)) \~\[core-3.6.0.jar:?\] {} at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.io.ConfigParser.parse([ConfigParser.java:219](https://ConfigParser.java:219)) \~\[core-3.6.0.jar:?\] {} at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.io.ConfigParser.parse([ConfigParser.java:202](https://ConfigParser.java:202)) \~\[core-3.6.0.jar:?\] {} at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.file.WriteSyncFileConfig.load([WriteSyncFileConfig.java:73](https://WriteSyncFileConfig.java:73)) \~\[core-3.6.0.jar:?\] {} at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.file.AutosaveCommentedFileConfig.load([AutosaveCommentedFileConfig.java:85](https://AutosaveCommentedFileConfig.java:85)) \~\[core-3.6.0.jar:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.config.ConfigFileTypeHandler.lambda$reader$1([ConfigFileTypeHandler.java:53](https://ConfigFileTypeHandler.java:53)) \~\[?:?\] {re:classloading} at net.minecraftforge.fml.config.ConfigFileTypeHandler$$Lambda$5902/1601060615.apply(Unknown Source) \~\[?:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.config.ConfigTracker.openConfig([ConfigTracker.java:99](https://ConfigTracker.java:99)) \~\[?:?\] {re:classloading} at net.minecraftforge.fml.config.ConfigTracker.lambda$loadConfigs$1([ConfigTracker.java:83](https://ConfigTracker.java:83)) \~\[?:?\] {re:classloading} at net.minecraftforge.fml.config.ConfigTracker$$Lambda$5901/988257100.accept(Unknown Source) \~\[?:?\] {} at java.lang.Iterable.forEach([Iterable.java:75](https://Iterable.java:75)) \~\[?:1.8.0\_51\] {} at java.util.Collections$SynchronizedCollection.forEach([Collections.java:2062](https://Collections.java:2062)) \~\[?:1.8.0\_51\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.config.ConfigTracker.loadConfigs([ConfigTracker.java:83](https://ConfigTracker.java:83)) \~\[?:?\] {re:classloading} at net.minecraftforge.fml.ModLoader.lambda$null$5([ModLoader.java:151](https://ModLoader.java:151)) \~\[?:?\] {re:classloading} at net.minecraftforge.fml.ModLoader$$Lambda$5899/1673044379.run(Unknown Source) \~\[?:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.DistExecutor.runWhenOn([DistExecutor.java:56](https://DistExecutor.java:56)) \~\[?:?\] {re:classloading} at net.minecraftforge.fml.ModLoader.loadMods([ModLoader.java:151](https://ModLoader.java:151)) \~\[?:?\] {re:classloading} at net.minecraftforge.fml.client.ClientModLoader.lambda$startModLoading$6([ClientModLoader.java:123](https://ClientModLoader.java:123)) \~\[?:?\] {re:classloading,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraftforge.fml.client.ClientModLoader$$Lambda$5888/1076373923.run(Unknown Source) \~\[?:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.client.ClientModLoader.lambda$createRunnableWithCatch$5([ClientModLoader.java:113](https://ClientModLoader.java:113)) \~\[?:?\] {re:classloading,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraftforge.fml.client.ClientModLoader$$Lambda$2018/1343134043.run(Unknown Source) \~\[?:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.client.ClientModLoader.startModLoading([ClientModLoader.java:123](https://ClientModLoader.java:123)) \~\[?:?\] {re:classloading,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraftforge.fml.client.ClientModLoader.lambda$onreload$3([ClientModLoader.java:105](https://ClientModLoader.java:105)) \~\[?:?\] {re:classloading,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraftforge.fml.client.ClientModLoader$$Lambda$5885/164157410.run(Unknown Source) \~\[?:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.client.ClientModLoader.lambda$createRunnableWithCatch$5([ClientModLoader.java:113](https://ClientModLoader.java:113)) \~\[?:?\] {re:classloading,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraftforge.fml.client.ClientModLoader$$Lambda$2018/1343134043.run(Unknown Source) \~\[?:?\] {} at [java.util.concurrent.CompletableFuture$AsyncRun.run](https://java.util.concurrent.CompletableFuture$AsyncRun.run)([CompletableFuture.java:1618](https://CompletableFuture.java:1618)) \~\[?:1.8.0\_51\] {} at java.util.concurrent.CompletableFuture$AsyncRun.exec([CompletableFuture.java:1610](https://CompletableFuture.java:1610)) \~\[?:1.8.0\_51\] {} at java.util.concurrent.ForkJoinTask.doExec([ForkJoinTask.java:289](https://ForkJoinTask.java:289)) \~\[?:1.8.0\_51\] {} at java.util.concurrent.ForkJoinPool$WorkQueue.runTask([ForkJoinPool.java:1056](https://ForkJoinPool.java:1056)) \~\[?:1.8.0\_51\] {} at java.util.concurrent.ForkJoinPool.runWorker([ForkJoinPool.java:1689](https://ForkJoinPool.java:1689)) \~\[?:1.8.0\_51\] {} at [java.util.concurrent.ForkJoinWorkerThread.run](https://java.util.concurrent.ForkJoinWorkerThread.run)([ForkJoinWorkerThread.java:157](https://ForkJoinWorkerThread.java:157)) \~\[?:1.8.0\_51\] {} 


A detailed walkthrough of the error, its code path and all known details is as follows:
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Thread: Client thread
Stacktrace:
at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.io.ParsingException.notEnoughData([ParsingException.java:22](https://ParsingException.java:22)) at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.io.ReaderInput.directReadChar([ReaderInput.java:36](https://ReaderInput.java:36)) at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.io.AbstractInput.readChar([AbstractInput.java:49](https://AbstractInput.java:49)) at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.io.AbstractInput.readCharsUntil([AbstractInput.java:123](https://AbstractInput.java:123)) at com.electronwill.nightconfig.toml.TableParser.parseKey([TableParser.java:166](https://TableParser.java:166)) at com.electronwill.nightconfig.toml.TableParser.parseDottedKey([TableParser.java:145](https://TableParser.java:145)) at com.electronwill.nightconfig.toml.TableParser.parseNormal([TableParser.java:55](https://TableParser.java:55)) at com.electronwill.nightconfig.toml.TomlParser.parse([TomlParser.java:44](https://TomlParser.java:44)) at com.electronwill.nightconfig.toml.TomlParser.parse([TomlParser.java:37](https://TomlParser.java:37)) at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.io.ConfigParser.parse([ConfigParser.java:113](https://ConfigParser.java:113)) at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.io.ConfigParser.parse([ConfigParser.java:219](https://ConfigParser.java:219)) at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.io.ConfigParser.parse([ConfigParser.java:202](https://ConfigParser.java:202)) at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.file.WriteSyncFileConfig.load([WriteSyncFileConfig.java:73](https://WriteSyncFileConfig.java:73)) at com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.file.AutosaveCommentedFileConfig.load([AutosaveCommentedFileConfig.java:85](https://AutosaveCommentedFileConfig.java:85)) at net.minecraftforge.fml.config.ConfigFileTypeHandler.lambda$reader$1([ConfigFileTypeHandler.java:53](https://ConfigFileTypeHandler.java:53)) at net.minecraftforge.fml.config.ConfigFileTypeHandler$$Lambda$5902/1601060615.apply(Unknown Source) at net.minecraftforge.fml.config.ConfigTracker.openConfig([ConfigTracker.java:99](https://ConfigTracker.java:99)) at net.minecraftforge.fml.config.ConfigTracker.lambda$loadConfigs$1([ConfigTracker.java:83](https://ConfigTracker.java:83)) at net.minecraftforge.fml.config.ConfigTracker$$Lambda$5901/988257100.accept(Unknown Source) at java.lang.Iterable.forEach([Iterable.java:75](https://Iterable.java:75)) at java.util.Collections$SynchronizedCollection.forEach([Collections.java:2062](https://Collections.java:2062)) at net.minecraftforge.fml.config.ConfigTracker.loadConfigs([ConfigTracker.java:83](https://ConfigTracker.java:83)) at net.minecraftforge.fml.ModLoader.lambda$null$5([ModLoader.java:151](https://ModLoader.java:151)) at net.minecraftforge.fml.ModLoader$$Lambda$5899/1673044379.run(Unknown Source) at net.minecraftforge.fml.DistExecutor.runWhenOn([DistExecutor.java:56](https://DistExecutor.java:56)) at net.minecraftforge.fml.ModLoader.loadMods([ModLoader.java:151](https://ModLoader.java:151)) 

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Details:
Overlay name: net.minecraft.client.gui.ResourceLoadProgressGui 
Stacktrace:
at net.minecraft.client.renderer.GameRenderer.func\_195458\_a([GameRenderer.java:544](https://GameRenderer.java:544)) at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.func\_195542\_b([Minecraft.java:890](https://Minecraft.java:890)) at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.func\_99999\_d([Minecraft.java:384](https://Minecraft.java:384)) at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main(SourceFile:155) at sun.reflect.NativeMethodAccessorImpl.invoke0(Native Method) at sun.reflect.NativeMethodAccessorImpl.invoke([NativeMethodAccessorImpl.java:62](https://NativeMethodAccessorImpl.java:62)) at sun.reflect.DelegatingMethodAccessorImpl.invoke([DelegatingMethodAccessorImpl.java:43](https://DelegatingMethodAccessorImpl.java:43)) at java.lang.reflect.Method.invoke([Method.java:497](https://Method.java:497)) at net.minecraftforge.fml.loading.FMLClientLaunchProvider.lambda$launchService$0([FMLClientLaunchProvider.java:56](https://FMLClientLaunchProvider.java:56)) at net.minecraftforge.fml.loading.FMLClientLaunchProvider$$Lambda$433/152937115.call(Unknown Source) at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandlerDecorator.launch([LaunchServiceHandlerDecorator.java:37](https://LaunchServiceHandlerDecorator.java:37)) at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandler.launch([LaunchServiceHandler.java:54](https://LaunchServiceHandler.java:54)) at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandler.launch([LaunchServiceHandler.java:72](https://LaunchServiceHandler.java:72)) at [cpw.mods.modlauncher.Launcher.run](https://cpw.mods.modlauncher.Launcher.run)([Launcher.java:81](https://Launcher.java:81)) at cpw.mods.modlauncher.Launcher.main([Launcher.java:65](https://Launcher.java:65)) 

-- System Details --
Details:
Minecraft Version: 1.14.4 Minecraft Version ID: 1.14.4 Operating System: Windows 10 (amd64) version 10.0 Java Version: 1.8.0\_51, Oracle Corporation Java VM Version: Java HotSpot(TM) 64-Bit Server VM (mixed mode), Oracle Corporation Memory: 1074871456 bytes (1025 MB) / 2147483648 bytes (2048 MB) up to 2147483648 bytes (2048 MB) CPUs: 8 JVM Flags: 9 total; -XX:HeapDumpPath=MojangTricksIntelDriversForPerformance\_javaw.exe\_minecraft.exe.heapdump -Xss1M -Xmx2G -XX:+UnlockExperimentalVMOptions -XX:+UseG1GC -XX:G1NewSizePercent=20 -XX:G1ReservePercent=20 -XX:MaxGCPauseMillis=50 -XX:G1HeapRegionSize=32M ModLauncher: 4.1.0+62+5bfa59b ModLauncher launch target: fmlclient ModLauncher naming: srg ModLauncher services: /eventbus-1.0.0-service.jar eventbus PLUGINSERVICE /forge-1.14.4-28.2.0.jar object\_holder\_definalize PLUGINSERVICE /forge-1.14.4-28.2.0.jar runtime\_enum\_extender PLUGINSERVICE /accesstransformers-1.0.1-milestone.0.1+94458e7-shadowed.jar accesstransformer PLUGINSERVICE 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CosmeticArmorReworked {[email protected] COMMON\_SETUP} Launched Version: 1.14.4-forge-28.2.0 LWJGL: 3.2.2 build 10 OpenGL: GeForce GTX 1060 6GB/PCIe/SSE2 GL version 4.6.0 NVIDIA 451.48, NVIDIA Corporation GL Caps: Using GL 1.3 multitexturing. 
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VBOs are available because OpenGL 1.5 is supported.

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The error message i receive is : com.electronwill.nightconfig.core.io.parsingexception
Has anyone got any ideas how to fix this. I run 1.14.4 in the recommended version
Also, im not sure if this belongs here so let me know if it doesnt.
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2020.09.05 18:45 newtotownJAM I guard a weed farm. We’re under attack.

I’ve worked security all my life. Mostly clubs, events, shops and other things like that. Never anything like this, nothing illicit.
I was offered the job by a regular big spender at the club I was guarding, known only as Crash, a serious guy with fingers in all kinds of illegal pies.
It was rumoured the name came from his drug dealing empire and the slew of enemies that had fallen victim to mysterious car accidents. I asked him about it once at the door and the guy stopped, looked me dead in the eyes and told me he loved Crash Bandicoot.
We had a good rapport after that. Crash liked me; he said that there weren’t many people out there with big enough balls to ask that question. We got on well and for all his faults I found him to be a stand up guy.
He asked me if I’d consider working security for him last week. I turned him down at first, made it clear I didn’t want to be a part of anything violent. He talked me round with promises of a quiet job on a farm, fending off hapless stoners.
It was only pot. I liked to partake myself on occasion, I’d never been into the heavy shit but I did enjoy a smoke. Spending all night watching some plants up a mountain seemed pretty innocuous. It sounded more peaceful than the club scene and it paid a hell of a lot better too.
At the time I thought it was a no brainer but now I’m really starting to regret my life choices.
Crash gave me coordinates to find the place and told me I’d be met by a guy called Beau, my new coworker. The drive was gorgeous, out past fields and into the mountains, the sun just falling slowly behind them.
I took a sunken, grassy turning into a small opening where three other cars were parked right at the foot of the mountain and pulled up. Three men, stood leaning against a silver fiesta, stopped talking to glare at me. They were a motley bunch, none of them really resembling any of the security guards I’d worked with before.
“Can we help you?” Asked a short, rotund man with a long, wiry beard that bounced as he spoke. He craned his neck to look up at me, his brow was furrowed and his tone disdainful.
“I’m looking for Beau, I was sent by Crash.”
A thin, twiggy looking young guy, with a long mop of hair and a demeanour much friendlier than the bearded one stood up straight and took a step towards me, goofy smile plastered across his face. He looked no older than eighteen.
“The new guy! Welcome! Don’t mind Travis, he’s not so trusting.” He scoffed in the direction of the bearded guy, who was still scowling and the third, quiet man who remained leant against the fiesta, not taking much note of my presence at all. “Beau Grackle here, ready for duty! Your name is?”
“Mooky.” I stretched out a hand to shake my new colleagues’.
“What a name! Nice to meet you Mooky. This is Travis and Grant, they’re the day guys.” Beau gestured to the two others once more and the quiet guy, who was slightly taller but just as grouchy looking as his colleague, turned and spoke impatiently, twiddling car keys in his hand.
“This is great and all. But as he said, we’re the day guys and I’ve just finished my shift. I’m going home. Good luck out there newbie, I’ll learn your name if you’re still here tomorrow.” Grant nodded politely but solemnly and got in his vehicle before I could answer, Travis not far behind. I noticed a large patch of what looked like dried blood on his sleeve as he pulled the drivers side door shut.
I was left with Beau, and the inference that I might not be around in the morning.
“What did he mean?” I asked nervously.
“Oh Grant? He’s just a joker! Don’t worry! Come with me!”
Beau spoke with a perpetual niceness that I was already finding grating, his enthusiasm reminded me of a kid, excited to show his friend all his new toys from Christmas.
As we walked a thin, winding trail the sun set, dusk kissed the mountain and I tried to push my annoyance to the back of my mind. No matter what, the picturesque mountain was a better view than drunken folk in the gutter.
The walk totalled about forty five minutes. It was a trek, but I suppose a giant pot farm had to be something you’d struggle to stumble across. We reached a thick brush that Beau jovially pulled me through as twigs and branches cut into my skin. And then there we were.
“Isn’t she beautiful!”
It certainly was. I could understand Beau’s affection for the farm. Hundreds, maybe thousands of plants were all lined up in rows, stretching a huge patch of mountain. They danced in the faint breeze, setting off incredible waves of foliage.
Just the other side of the brush, backed against it were two fold out camping chairs.
“All set up! See, perfect! Time to settle in for the night Mooky. I bought snacks and even better..” Beau rustled in his pocket before plopping himself on one of the camping chairs and proudly holding up a slightly flattened, mangled spliff.
“Whats the deal? Do we just sit here all night?” I asked, perching myself on the other seat and lighting up a cigarette, ignoring his teen sleepover behaviour.
“Well, mostly yes. There are some things to look out for, I’m sure Crash filled you in. Stoners, police, rival sellers, pests, mountain creatures, the Oostelfeik, giant slugs-“
“What?!”
Beau took in my confusion and lifted a hand to his face in despair as his smile dropped for the first time. He stamped his feet on the ground like some kind of demented little elf, or that same child he was earlier, after his friend broke the toys.
“Crash didn’t say anything did he?! That man. Does this every goddamn time... I’m going to give him such a piece of my mind. Didn’t he learn from Ren?”
“Who’s Ren? What are you talking about? What is an Oostelfeik?!”
Beau exhaled seemingly every bit of air in his body, deflating like a balloon as he sunk back into his chair.
“Ren was the last guy Crash sent me, he was unprepared too and he succumbed to the fucking slugs of all things. Crash had me call his wife, poor woman was devastated.
“This patch of mountain Mook, it ain’t as safe as you might imagine. Other things share the space and we have to look out for them. The occasional human invaders are the least of our concerns. That’s the short version, in good time you’ll see it for yourself, but if you want to live you’ll listen to me and stay alert.”
I tried to take in what he was saying, but Beau resembled a teenaged shaggy from scooby do and the mangled spliff he was suckling on as he spoke about giant slugs made it hard to take him seriously. Was this a babysitting job? Was I here to look after this guy? I knew I was going to be having serious words with Crash.
“It’s Mooky.” I answered firmly, before struggling to hold in a laugh as I continued. “And you expect me to believe I’m at risk of death by slug? Pass the joint, man.” I took it out of his hand and took a long drag then exhaled.
Beau looked crushed at my laughter. I felt guilty, even if I didn’t, he really did believe what he was saying. The disappointment on his face made that apparent.
A few hours passed mostly in silence, we shared the spliff and watched the plants dance, dusk became night and Beau pulled out a tiny wind up light that needed recharging every fifteen minutes or so.
There wasn’t a great deal of conversation, Beau knew I didn’t believe a word he said and he wasn’t prepared to continue trying to convince me, so I focused on the light. Counting how many times it turned off was how I passed the time.
I thought about the money I was making, the ease of the job and the glorious lack of drunk people. It made me want to make the best of things, so I tried to humour Beau and make him feel a little special. If things went well I guessed I’d be spending quite some time with him.
“You never answered my question man, what is an Oostelfeik?”
Grumpy and arms crossed, Beau turned and scoffed.
“So you’re ready to listen now are you? Or do you just want to mock the crazy guy?”
“I’m ready to listen, I promise.” It wasn’t entirely the truth but I was bored stiff and I wasn’t going to mock him after. It wasn’t my style, I felt bad enough for doing it the first time. Beau sighed heavily again, at this stage I wasn’t sure how there was still air in his body.
“The Oostelfeik is something that lives in the woodland just beyond the farm. We don’t see it often, no one does. It only ever emerges when it’s hungry.”
I looked out towards the horizon of trees that towered over the field of weed as he continued.
“There’s plenty of small animals in the forest for it but every now and again the thing likes a bigger treat. It’s claimed more than a few coworkers. That’s why I keep this.”
Beau’s childlike grin creeped back onto his face as he reached into the inner layer of his coat, through a hole in the stitching, and pulled out a hand gun, swinging it round in circles.
My heart started to pound. I worked security, but I’d never seen an actual gun before. I expected Crash to have them, but I didn’t expect Shaggy to have one hanging out in his jacket. And it was used to attack some strange mountain creature? I wasn’t sure he was stable enough to be in possession of such a weapon, but he was. So I didn’t say a word, just held my breath and played along.
“What does it look like?” I asked.
“It’s disgusting Mook, it’s about the size of a large dog, got these little deformed limbs that move so quickly, six of them. A jaw that stretches its entire face like some fucked up version of zippy from rainbow... and no eyes.”
Pushing aside my surprise that Beau was old enough to know what rainbow was and also the deep annoyance that he’d shortened my name again, I took notice of the expression in his eyes as he talked about the Oostelfeik’s lack of. He was welling up, a fear in them that was incredibly convincing. It made me truly uncomfortable.
As I readied myself to ask another barrage of questions there was a rushing sound coming from between the plants. It wasn’t the sound of wind, something was moving through them. Palms sweaty, I stood up, trying to catch a glimpse in the light.
“Stand back Mook. I’ll handle this!” Beau leapt up throwing and outstretched arm in front of me and skipped into the farm, stroking the plants with one hand and waving his gun with the other.
“SHOW YOURSELF MOTHERFUCKER!”
Beau’s voice changed as he screamed into the endless rows of plants. The weedy, cheerful kid became genuinely intimidating as he bellowed. I followed from a distance holding the wind up light and my phone torch, concerned and curious. Was this what Crash had hired him for? As a teenage stoner, I’d have run for my life at that voice. I imagined it was quite an effective scare tactic.
Closing the distance between Me and Beau, I noticed two figures just ahead of him, running around in the gaps between the plants.
“Little shits.” He muttered under his breath as I caught up with him.
“What are they?” I asked, kicking myself for buying into his paranormal obsession. As much as I hated to admit it, I could feel something more in the air. Maybe it was the kind of mystic feeling you get in the mountains or maybe a sign of something much worse.
The figures darted around the foliage, never hovering in a place where my light shone long enough for me to actually catch a glimpse. Instead I just heard the giggling, echoing through the night sky, the laughter of children. I looked at my phone and we’d hit midnight, the moon was creating an eerie purple glow with smatterings of stars.
“Are they kids?! Are there fucking kids here man? What do we do?”
I started to freak out, logically, even without Beau’s otherworldly explanations, kids running through a pot farm in the dead of night wasn’t a good sign. It also wasn’t the kind of thing that came up in training or in any of my other security jobs. I cursed myself for taking up Crash’s offer, I was way out of my depth.
Then they stopped moving.
Two kids, no older than eight or nine sat cross legged on the floor, giggling as they played some kind of clapping game with each other. Maybe patty cake, I don’t know, I was far to confused to pay attention. One girl and one boy, who closely resembled one another and had to be siblings. I stuttered a few times but Beau interjected.
“They aren’t children Mook. Don’t let them fool you, these are the pests I was talking about.”
Pests. Did he just call two kids lost in the wilderness pests?
The slightly older looking girl stood up and started to half skip towards us, springing and giggling.
“DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!” Beau bellowed again, chilling my spine with his tone.
The girl didn’t flinch, neither did her brother, he sat on the ground unbothered as she burst into hysterical laughter... cackling even. She threw her head back and clutched her stomach as if she had just seen the most hilarious thing imaginable. Creeped out, I edged backwards slightly.
After a few moments of the echoing laughter and Beau standing his ground I realised the once little girl was now towering above him... above me even. I lowered my eyes to her feet, which were levitating about a metre of the ground and gasped.
“What the fuck Beau?”
Beau looked at me and grinned. “I told you you’d see.” He bragged, realising I could no longer deny his claims that something was seriously fucking wrong. He raised his gun and turned his head to face the little girl, pointing it directly in her face.
“No!” I screamed.
“She isn’t a kid Mook. Remember that.”
Beau stared at her coldly as he pulled the trigger and she hit the ground, dropping a significant distance from her floating position. The bullet hold was perfectly circular. No expected spatter or brains or anything. A huge lump formed in my throat. Regardless of how obvious it may have been that the kids weren’t kids she still looked like a dead kid on the floor. Despite the lack of blood.
I looked away in horror and noticed her younger brother tearing at the plants around him, making use of the attention being on his sister. Instinctively I did the only thing I could and walked towards him, intending to guard what I’d been hired to and usher him off of the farm. Get him away from the gun. Away from Beau.
“Don’t do it Mook. You don’t know what your messing with. I’m warning you...”
I was entranced, totally shaken by what I’d witnessed I edged closer and closer to the boy... or not a boy... desperate to help him. As I got within a few inches he started to change.
His face morphed and his teeth elongated, meeting a perfectly sharp point, his skin greyed and black veins started protruding from his face. He hunched over on all fours and braced himself for launch.
Foaming at the mouth, the small boy sprung up into the air and hurled towards me, barely visible in the shadows as I dropped the phone face down in fear and the charge on the light ran out, leaving us all in the dark.
BANG
A loud shot came from the side of me and the hideous creature just a few millimetres from my face dropped to the ground with a thud. Just like the other one had. I heard the whirring of the handle on the torch and was mildly blinded as Beau fired it back up, revealing the two bodies on the floor.
“You said you were going to listen to me. You were about to be killed!” He started shouting, back in the mode of a petulant child.
“What the fuck was that?”
“No time. We need to move them before they wake up.” He grabbed hold of the girls ankles and started to drag her through the plants, towards the woodland on the horizon. “Come on! Follow me. Or die. Your choice.”
I grabbed the boy’s ankles, cringing as we pulled the not children along the muddy path. I struggled to believe at first that they weren’t completely and utterly dead, but sure enough in the dim moonlight glow their chests rose and fell rhythmically with breath. My hands shook, struggling to grip.
“We encounter these guys quite often. Common pests of this land, frightening, sure. But there are far worse things beyond the trees and eventually all of them come out to play.
“If you aren’t cut out for this then go home in the morning and don’t come back. I don’t want to be calling your wife too.”
“Boyfriend.” I answered Beau’s rant, still dragging the surprisingly heavy creature.
“What’s the lucky guys name?”
“Alistair.”
“Well I don’t want to make that call to Alistair. So please, make a decision.”
We reached the vanishing point, where the trees met the lush green pot plants and the gaps between the branches created terrifying shadows that I was certain were moving. Beau let go of the girls ankles and she flopped to the ground, I followed suit.
“Let’s go back, we need to clear some ground so they don’t follow when we get up.”
We trudged back through the plants silently. It was uncomfortable, just like our walk to the farm from the cars had been. I felt kinda bad for not listening to my new colleague. Granted, his presentation of the issue wasn’t great but there was no denying that he was right. Human visitors would’ve been nothing in comparison.
About halfway he stopped and told me to turn around. We turned just in time to watch the two not kids stand up, dust themselves off and skip off into the trees. As if nothing happened. As if neither of them had fucking bullets in their brains.
Do monsters have brains?
A few birds flew out from the canopy, masking the stars in the sky. I took in the surroundings, breathed in the fresh air and made a decision.
“I’ll be here tomorrow Beau. I should have listened. I’m sorry.”
He smiled, like he’d just woken up to that mountain of toys on Christmas. We talked, walked and enjoyed another spliff together by the brush. The sunrise was gorgeous, the type of uninterrupted view that no other job was going to provide.
An alarm rang from Beau’s pocket.
“Shifts over Mook! Time to hand it back to Travis and Grant. Come on!”
The tiredness was starting to hit me and I stood up in preparation for the hike down the mountain, itching to get to bed. Just before turning to climb back through the brush I took one last look at the tree line on the horizon.
That’s when I saw it.
Beau had been right. It was the size of a large dog or wolf with multiple twisted appendages coming from its body, it’s mouth splitting it’s face perfectly in two, just visible in the distance. I could swear it looked right at me before retreating.
It’s when I realised that this job wasn’t going to be anything close to simple.
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