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Official Rewatch Discussion Thread: Season 5, Episode 11: The Apartment

2020.09.25 06:00 oppoflose Official Rewatch Discussion Thread: Season 5, Episode 11: The Apartment

It's time for Cece to move into the loft. While Jess is helping her friend move out of her beloved apartment, she has to finish the school's budget by morning, which the new principal has neglected to tell her. Meanwhile, Winston gets a new partner to avoid having to work side-by-side with Aly.
Date Aired: March 15, 2016
Directed by: Christine Gernon
Written by: Nina Pedrad
Run Time: 21 minutes
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2020.09.24 21:10 motoroilsmoothie Why do I sit under tables when i’m stressed?

I hope this doesn’t make me seem dumb but idk where else to post this? For like a year or two now whenever I get overwhelmed or just insanely stressed out I tend to sit under lab&art tables/my lofted bed. I started doing it senior year in my art class when I got too stressed with projects going poorly (and my art teacher never cared if I sat under them or not). If I was freaking out during a lab or thought I was failing I would ask my lab partner to take over a bit and I would just take my notes and sit under the lab table and work for a couple minutes and come back. in college now first exams have been stressful as all hell and when I can’t cope I sit under my bed and just huddle there for a while. I know it’s just a coping mechanism but I haven’t heard of anyone else doing this and I have no idea why it randomly started and why I seem to do it so often now?? sorry this is long I know it’s not important I just feel really dumb for doing it
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2020.09.24 14:26 ThrowRA-sisterisnuts My (22M) sister (38F) is a control freak who bullies her son (13M) for his weight and sexuality. Is this abuse, and how can I do to get her to stop?

The background to our family situation is kind of heavy... I live with my sister, her son, and our dad who suffered a stroke six years ago that gave him permanent disability. Our mom passed away from cancer last year. We live at home to make sure our dad stays safe and can get around. I work overnights as a nurse, and she's an attorney with an erratic schedule.
My sister has a heart of gold when it comes to our parents' well-being (well, just our dad now), but it's no secret she never wanted kids. He was conceived by a one night stand. So he has no father in his life. Grandpa and myself have always been close to him, but in my case I'm more like an older sibling. And Grandpa's mental faculties haven't been good for half his life now.
My sister openly hates kids and regrets having my nephew. She calls him a mistake when she's mad at him. She's bossy with him and demands he do chores perfectly, and she's inconsistent about what she wants. She'll get mad at him one time for entering her bedroom to vacuum it when she's not there, and then the next time she'll get mad at him for skipping her bedroom. She makes him cry a lot because he's actually trying and can't meet her standards. I've talked to her and said to chill out, and she just says you gotta be a little harsh sometimes to get results.
He is smart and gets called gifted and creative by his teachers, but she still finds ways to get upset at him for his performance. When a teacher said he was getting bullied, her response was like, "I told him to act more mature so he makes friends." And she discourages his hobbies because she thinks it's all a load of crap. He wrote a book in a binder and colored illustrations. She mocked it to his face and again to her partner when he could hear them downstairs. He's been in the band at his school since 5th grade and went to honor bands before covid. He's excited over playing music. She went to exactly one of his performances and then said, "don't tell me I have to sit through another one of those." He started getting me to drive him to his school performances and then said stuff like, "You can just come back later and pick me up if you don't like it." And he is always sad after it's over. If I start talking to him about the concert, he gets really upset and starts uncontrollably sobbing, and there's not much he'll accept from me as far as damage control because I'm not the one he's upset about. She's even more toxic when he talks to her about it and tells him to man up and quit the band if he's doing it for her approval because she hates that kind of music.
She shows zero trust toward her own son in general and blames other people for her own shortcomings. One of his classmates, a mentally disabled kid his age, got his number and sent him porn links all night unsolicited. My sister freaked out when she saw it and not only took his phone away for a month, but she also gossiped to a lot of family and friends, often in his earshot, that she caught him watching porn and masturbating. She knows how phones work, and it should be obvious what happened just by reading the one sided conversation he had, but she refused to listen to his side so she could tell her story to everyone. This is straight up bullying on her part.
And she also makes fun of him being overweight and blames me for it claiming I'm giving him snacks and buying him ice cream when she's not there. I don't even buy any of that stuff because it's dangerous for our dad to get into (diabetes and mental impairments), and she has full control over what her son eats as his parent. He gets winded when we walk a few blocks and then gets too exhausted to climb up the ladder to his loft bed by the time he's home. He is out of shape, sure, but she wants to be mean about it instead of constructive.
I think we can all acknowledge excuses like stress she may have, but it's still not acceptable for her to be this toxic to her own kid. She goes on about how good our parents were, but then she makes no effort to emulate them because her kid was her mistake as she puts it.
What can I do to get her to treat her child with the care she treats our dad? (Asking her to love him may be a bit much.) He's at a vulnerable age and she's causing him psychological harm.
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2020.09.23 17:52 DejaVuski My 200+ Year Old Pub is 100% Haunted

I live in a 200 yr old pub in the UK. We are currently converting it into 6 apartments and a 4 story house - obviously upset something.I have some creepy as footage and a full body apparition photo. Which ill attach to this post.Have done a little bit of research and found a young boy died outside in like the early 1800s and a older man in the start of the 1900s.The pub was built in 1822, was used a boarding house and pub. When first opened it was used for the canal workers commuting and staying. Also been told from a local historian the upper 2 floors where known as a well known brothel in the Victorian period. The landlord who sold us the property found a bricked up room located on the road side of the pub between the 2nd and 1st floor. Its a tiny room just off a curve in the stairs - even plastered now its creepy room. When he first moved here in the 70s. In it was a box of old newspaper clippings and that was it. He confirms my thoughts on a older male spirit and a younger woman - i am unsure about the children as never heard or seen them however our keys move around and 'drop' to the 1st floor when they are kept on the ground floor on the hook in the kitchen, but every now and again your here them hit the laminate and be there in the middle of the hallway on the 1st floor landing.We have in general things move around alot, disembodied voices and conversations (like one you heard outside your door where you know people are talking but cant quite make out whats being said) ALL the time. My partner and i forever walk to find one another in the house thinking the other was having a conversation with either ourselves or someone else. Windows open and doors slam alot. Mostly at night the kitchen door will sound like there people in and out until the early hours (i think personally this is residual energy.)
Since last year now I have had the most vivid awful dreams that involve me throwing myself out of the top bedroom window. Always the same dream but i remember different parts more or less vividly. It is truly horrific. I’ve also seen and dreamt about a lady. She’s dressed ALL in black with a hat on and corseted long dress with black petticoats, her corset has purple ribbon throughout. Her hair is slanted to the side with a sort of netting over her face, i remember just feel so sad and lost. She began at the bottom of the bedroom stair well which is just off the 1st floor hallway (where the keys always apper) Then she walks up the stairs as i follow her and look up shes at the top of my stairs. The top of my stairs has a really small loft hatch (ive never been up there) however as i run up the stairs to her she has hung herself from that loft hatch.
In the kitchen on the ground floor i have also felt what i thought to be a man stand behind me, i felt the weight of him on the floor behind me if that makes sense, i felt him breathe on my neck and talk to me, ive span round so fast literally thinking my boyfriend was there as it literally felt like a human physical being stood right behind me. Also hes talked to me when I’ve been falling asleep or like half asleep a few times. Either calling my name or telling me to 'go to sleep now'.I’ve had a medium do a walk through and she’s told me a old protective man is here and 2 young children one boy and one girl. She didnt pick up on the young lady at the time. But just previous to this I had a experience when in the kitchen i just felt like someone was watching me, it felt like her. Its so weird to describe but you can tell the difference between the male energy and the female energy. I said out loud that she could move on - all i kept hearing in my head was 'i dont deserve peace' - so out loud i told her that everyone deserves peace and that she can move on. I told her i was going to light a candle for her and if shes sees the light to go with it. I lit the candle and kept it lit all night, when i went to bed i blew it out and said goodbye. Since then i havent really felt her but defo still the male... and just something else. I dont quite know how to describe it, it could be the other side of the male energy like i know hes protective over the building. I attach these 2 pictures literally taken in a burst from my iphone camera. so a split second one after the other. Pay attention to the top window corner. Would love to know what you guys think.
Photo 1: https://imgur.com/e0gHhdD
Photo 2: https://imgur.com/CmTIp9g
Let me know if you guys see him too.
Adding photos due to comments..
Photo a: https://imgur.com/4pwJvMs
Photo b: https://imgur.com/W0Bewxp
Photo c: https://imgur.com/YRcFZr8
(The pub is currently under renovation as i said, so no one lives in or uses the front rooms. There was noone but the dog (a bichon) in the property)
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2020.09.23 17:48 Jasmine_Hiatus Although these things happened when it was light, I’m still worried about what I might see in the dark

I lived in a loft conversion above an old pub in like 2016 which was rumoured to be a funeral home or a butchers in the past. I lived there for a few months whilst I was back from university for the summer.
After a little while strange things started to happen. The first thing I remember was that I was in bed about to settle down to sleep and heard a voice right next to my ear saying “turn the light.” I froze. The voice repeated this phrase a couple more times but I just sat there until my partner came into the bedroom- the light was on so I was scared to turn it off. What if I saw something scary? We slept with the light on that night.
Another time, we were watching videos on the tv (through a laptop hooked up to the HDMI port), and had paused it and walked away to the other side of the room. Suddenly, it started playing by itself when nothing was close by to click the mouse, and it wasn’t on YouTube etc where it automatically plays the next video. My partner and I looked at each other and neither of us could come up for an explanation for it.
When I was downstairs in the pub, I would sometimes see people shaped figures in the corners of my eye, but when I looked they would always disappear.
I was alone in the room during the daytime and heard the most beautiful sound of what I think were angels singing in my ears for about 2 minutes. This happened on several occasions and each time I just lied down to listen.
The last time anything happened there, I was lying in bed in the morning and I heard a female voice faintly say “hello” right next to my ear. I said hello back out loud after a few seconds, really nervous and not really thinking anything else would happen. Then it said “Tell Brandon, I said hello.” Brandon is my partner, so of course I told him. After that nothing else happened. Maybe that’s all they wanted?
I’ve never had anything like this happen before or after living in the pub, or outside of the pub at all. I did worry that there was something wrong with me and I was hallucinating but it seems like it was a bit of a coincidence to be all happening in one place...
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2020.09.23 17:36 DejaVuski My 200+ Year Old Pub is 100% Haunted!!

I live in a 200 yr old pub in the UK. We are currently converting it into 6 apartments and a 4 story house - obviously upset something.I have some creepy as footage and a full body apparition photo. Which ill attach to this post.Have done a little bit of research and found a young boy died outside in like the early 1800s and a older man in the start of the 1900s.The pub was built in 1822, was used a boarding house and pub. When first opened it was used for the canal workers commuting and staying. Also been told from a local historian the upper 2 floors where known as a well known brothel in the Victorian period. The landlord who sold us the property found a bricked up room located on the road side of the pub between the 2nd and 1st floor. Its a tiny room just off a curve in the stairs - even plastered now its creepy room. When he first moved here in the 70s. In it was a box of old newspaper clippings and that was it. He confirms my thoughts on a older male spirit and a younger woman - i am unsure about the children as never heard or seen them however our keys move around and 'drop' to the 1st floor when they are kept on the ground floor on the hook in the kitchen, but every now and again your here them hit the laminate and be there in the middle of the hallway on the 1st floor landing.We have in general things move around alot, disembodied voices and conversations (like one you heard outside your door where you know people are talking but cant quite make out whats being said) ALL the time. My partner and i forever walk to find one another in the house thinking the other was having a conversation with either ourselves or someone else. Windows open and doors slam alot. Mostly at night the kitchen door will sound like there people in and out until the early hours (i think personally this is residual energy.)
Since last year now I have had the most vivid awful dreams that involve me throwing myself out of the top bedroom window. Always the same dream but i remember different parts more or less vividly. It is truly horrific. I’ve also seen and dreamt about a lady. She’s dressed ALL in black with a hat on and corseted long dress with black petticoats, her corset has purple ribbon throughout. Her hair is slanted to the side with a sort of netting over her face, i remember just feel so sad and lost. She began at the bottom of the bedroom stair well which is just off the 1st floor hallway (where the keys always apper) Then she walks up the stairs as i follow her and look up shes at the top of my stairs. The top of my stairs has a really small loft hatch (ive never been up there) however as i run up the stairs to her she has hung herself from that loft hatch.
In the kitchen on the ground floor i have also felt what i thought to be a man stand behind me, i felt the weight of him on the floor behind me if that makes sense, i felt him breathe on my neck and talk to me, ive span round so fast literally thinking my boyfriend was there as it literally felt like a human physical being stood right behind me. Also hes talked to me when I’ve been falling asleep or like half asleep a few times. Either calling my name or telling me to 'go to sleep now'.I’ve had a medium do a walk through and she’s told me a old protective man is here and 2 young children one boy and one girl. She didnt pick up on the young lady at the time. But just previous to this I had a experience when in the kitchen i just felt like someone was watching me, it felt like her. Its so weird to describe but you can tell the difference between the male energy and the female energy. I said out loud that she could move on - all i kept hearing in my head was 'i dont deserve peace' - so out loud i told her that everyone deserves peace and that she can move on. I told her i was going to light a candle for her and if shes sees the light to go with it. I lit the candle and kept it lit all night, when i went to bed i blew it out and said goodbye. Since then i havent really felt her but defo still the male... and just something else. I dont quite know how to describe it, it could be the other side of the male energy like i know hes protective over the building. I attach these 2 pictures literally taken in a burst from my iphone camera. so a split second one after the other. Pay attention to the top window corner. Would love to know what you guys think.
Photo 1: https://imgur.com/e0gHhdD
Photo 2: https://imgur.com/CmTIp9g
Let me know if you guys see him too.
(The pub is currently under renovation as i said, so no one lives in or uses the front rooms. There was noone but the dog (a bichon) in the property)
Adding photos due to comments..
Photo a: https://imgur.com/4pwJvMs
Photo b: https://imgur.com/jvxPoau (clearest)
Photo c: https://imgur.com/YRcFZr8
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2020.09.23 17:02 DejaVuski My 200+ Year Old Pub is 100 % Haunted!!!

I live in a 200 yr old pub in the UK. We are currently converting it into 6 apartments and a 4 story house - obviously upset something.I have some creepy as footage and a full body apparition photo. Which ill attach to this post.Have done a little bit of research and found a young boy died outside in like the early 1800s and a older man in the start of the 1900s.The pub was built in 1822, was used a boarding house and pub. When first opened it was used for the canal workers commuting and staying. Also been told from a local historian the upper 2 floors where known as a well known brothel in the Victorian period. The landlord who sold us the property found a bricked up room located on the road side of the pub between the 2nd and 1st floor. Its a tiny room just off a curve in the stairs - even plastered now its creepy room. When he first moved here in the 70s. In it was a box of old newspaper clippings and that was it. He confirms my thoughts on a older male spirit and a younger woman - i am unsure about the children as never heard or seen them however our keys move around and 'drop' to the 1st floor when they are kept on the ground floor on the hook in the kitchen, but every now and again your here them hit the laminate and be there in the middle of the hallway on the 1st floor landing.We have in general things move around alot, disembodied voices and conversations (like one you heard outside your door where you know people are talking but cant quite make out whats being said) ALL the time. My partner and i forever walk to find one another in the house thinking the other was having a conversation with either ourselves or someone else. Windows open and doors slam alot. Mostly at night the kitchen door will sound like there people in and out until the early hours (i think personally this is residual energy.)
Since last year now I have had the most vivid awful dreams that involve me throwing myself out of the top bedroom window. Always the same dream but i remember different parts more or less vividly. It is truly horrific. I’ve also seen and dreamt about a lady. She’s dressed ALL in black with a hat on and corseted long dress with black petticoats, her corset has purple ribbon throughout. Her hair is slanted to the side with a sort of netting over her face, i remember just feel so sad and lost. She began at the bottom of the bedroom stair well which is just off the 1st floor hallway (where the keys always apper) Then she walks up the stairs as i follow her and look up shes at the top of my stairs. The top of my stairs has a really small loft hatch (ive never been up there) however as i run up the stairs to her she has hung herself from that loft hatch.
In the kitchen on the ground floor i have also felt what i thought to be a man stand behind me, i felt the weight of him on the floor behind me if that makes sense, i felt him breathe on my neck and talk to me, ive span round so fast literally thinking my boyfriend was there as it literally felt like a human physical being stood right behind me. Also hes talked to me when I’ve been falling asleep or like half asleep a few times. Either calling my name or telling me to 'go to sleep now'.I’ve had a medium do a walk through and she’s told me a old protective man is here and 2 young children one boy and one girl. She didnt pick up on the young lady at the time. But just previous to this I had a experience when in the kitchen i just felt like someone was watching me, it felt like her. Its so weird to describe but you can tell the difference between the male energy and the female energy. I said out loud that she could move on - all i kept hearing in my head was 'i dont deserve peace' - so out loud i told her that everyone deserves peace and that she can move on. I told her i was going to light a candle for her and if shes sees the light to go with it. I lit the candle and kept it lit all night, when i went to bed i blew it out and said goodbye. Since then i havent really felt her but defo still the male... and just something else. I dont quite know how to describe it, it could be the other side of the male energy like i know hes protective over the building. I attach these 2 pictures literally taken in a burst from my iphone camera. so a split second one after the other. Pay attention to the top window corner. Would love to know what you guys think.
Photo 1: https://imgur.com/e0gHhdD
Photo 2: https://imgur.com/CmTIp9g
Let me know if you guys see him too.
(The pub is currently under renovation as i said, so no one lives in or uses the front room. There was noone but the dog in the property)
-Side note: I crystal heal and Tarot read. Sage regularly - however have told spirits if they dont mean harm or negativity then they are very welcome to stay)
Additional photos due to comments..
Photo a: https://imgur.com/4pwJvMs
Photo b: https://imgur.com/W0Bewxp
Photo c: https://imgur.com/YRcFZr8
Also photo showing nothing in front of pub:
https://imgur.com/rGOjI1d
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2020.09.22 00:34 Lovetheangelshadow Splinterbark: For My Entertainment CH 10

Chapter 10: Fallout

Reed had barely gotten out of bed and dragged himself over to breakfast. His whole body ached like one does from recovering from intense exercise. He was starting to wonder if these transformations were taking more of a toll on him that he thought. He never saw his father in an exhausted state, why did it feel like it was only happening to him? He was surprised to actually see the whole of his family sitting at the breakfast table even on a Saturday. With the upcoming holidays from rolling in, his brother and father would already be at work. Maybe his mother would be there to see him or she could be out. Seeing all three of them together felt…odd. And they were all staring at him.
“Morning”, he forced to say as he seated himself down. He had finally gotten some of the sleep gunk out of his eyes when he realized there were papers in front of his father and the school’s letterhead at the top.
“Reed, is there something you want to tell us?” Lenora started first. Not really, her son thought. Morgan was far more direct.
“We got a call from your school yesterday. You skipped three days of school, during midterms! Isn’t this why you were sent to the counselor in the first place? Because your grades were already slipping this semester? How are you getting worse? Are you even seeing this counselor? What are you really doing after school?” Reed did not respond. He had already heard this from his classmates and yet listening to this now made him shudder a bit and he gripped the skin above his collarbone hard.
“Morgan, please, yelling isn’t going to help,” Lenora tried to placate her husband.
“Then what is? What do you want me to do Lenora?”
“Maybe he’s having some trouble with school. Reed, do you need extra help?”
“Not like it matters”, Reed hissed under his breath, but it was loud enough for his father to hear.
“Not like it matters? You’re an Altamiri! And Altamiris don’t fall below the mark! Your brother never had this problem when he was at Valdus Academy. You have no excuse!” he bellowed.
“Dad!” Marco objected. Reed wanted to melt into his seat but barely moved from his slouching position on the table. This conversation was not anything new to him. Why can’t you be like your big brother, Reed? This was so easy for your brother, Reed. Reed wanted so badly right now to scream how much he was sick of hearing it. Gee, father, sorry I’m not an exact clone of Marco. Now he had to deal with being seen as second fiddle with the Golden Guardian. Then his own anxieties kicked in and he just shut down. However, he knew better. It wasn’t like him saying any of what he felt would change anything.
“Until your grades get back up, consider yourself grounded, Reed. You are only allowed out for school and work. You know, the job you insisted you get on your own. At least you had enough spine to do that.” Reed twitched at the last comment his father just had to jab in. Reed just uttered a ‘yes sir’ before he excused himself saying he was not hungry and was going back to his room. Marco had followed him upstairs where he found Reed half slumped over his desk as if he had tried to make it back to his bed and did not make it that far.
“Reed, you’re not going to say why you skipped school.” Well it was not like he could exactly tell him he had been unsuccessfully hunting for a pair of villains in a maze of a city like Cadric as a winged avenger thanks to a ring he stole from his brother’s personal safe.
“You used to be a lot more open with me. Look I know dad can be a little hard sometimes, but you’re better than this. I can’t stand up for you if you don’t trust me.” Reed was about to open his mouth when they both heard the buzzer downstairs ring.
“Huh, that’s odd. Who’d be ringing the door today? Ah jeez, I gotta get downstairs! Dad’s gonna kill me if I keep him waiting!” Marco ran out the door and down the opposite end of the hall towards the back of the house with Reed slamming the door behind him.
The Saturday afternoon had just begun as Thomas sped down the expressway though the outer circles of Cadric City. Shelly was holding on tight to his waist while trying to keep her helmet on. Finally he turned off and slowed down in a residential area.
“I really appreciate you inviting me to your club meeting at the rink”, she said through her muffled voice in the helmet.
“Hey, no problem. Nothing like a little adrenaline rush on the rolling rink to alleviate stress. *Aside from smashing abandoned buildings with a baseball bat*”
“What was that last part?”
“Uh…nothing”, he responded rather quickly.
“Wait, aren’t we rather far away from downtown?” She had finally opened her eyes wide enough to notice that where there should have been numerous buildings all huddled tougher or fancy historic statures, they were surrounded by trees and were driving uphill.
“Y-yeah, I gotta make a quick stop first. We’ll be there in a few.”
They had finally gotten past the hill of trees until Thomas pulled up onto the plateau. Before them as a massive Italian-style villa surrounded by a high iron fence. The gates had a pair of large ornate A’s in the Roman style. She had a gut feeling she knew exactly where this “quick stop” really was. Her grip on Thomas’ coat tightened with a small flare of anger hard enough to make him yelp a little. He removed his helmet and pressed the buzzer.
“Hello?” a female voice came over the intercom. Thomas looked up and waved at the camera.
“Hey, Mrs. Altamiri! Is Reed home?” There was a loud gong like noise and the gates opened enough for Thomas to pull in his bike. Shelly almost lost her hold as she was awestruck by the environment they were driving past. Statues of Greek and Roman heroes dotted the perfectly manicured lawn complete with fountains that seemed to spout their own colors in the autumn sunlight. Most of the flowers and bushes had been covered in preparation for winter. Thomas pulled up into the roundabout and hopped up with ease the long flight of marble steps to the large gilded doors. A woman in a wheelchair answered the door.
“Hello Thomas. Oh, who is this girl? Did we meet before?” When Shelly finally got up the stairs she recognized the woman from the hotel party. So she was Reed’s mother. Aside from the blue eyes-there was not much of a resemblance between the two.
“Oh, I’m Shelly Holmes. Nice to meet you Reed’s mom.” She then slapped her forehead realizing just how juvenile she sounded. Thomas was trying to suppress a giggle and Lenora’s face just flushed red for a moment from amusing embarrassment.
“Holmes…Holmes…I know that name. Is your mother’s name Vivian by any chance?”
“Yup”, Shelly announced proudly.
“I see”, Lenora responded a bit curtly. Shelly picked up on how abrupt the friendly tone changed so sudden. She didn’t think she had done anything wrong. And before the diner party at the hotel, she could have sworn she had never seen this woman before.
“Hey, is Reed in his room? We were just dropping off some school stuff on the way downtown.” Lenora snapped out of her glare and the kindly smile shifted right back into place.
“Yes, he should still be. I’m afraid you cannot stay long. He is grounded.” Thomas and Shelly looked at each other and nodded in knowing. They had to go down several doors in the upstairs hall before finally getting to the door that had an engraved placard that had “Reed Morgan Altamiri” in formal font on it. Thomas inhaled and exhaled a long sign before rapping on the door with the back of his knuckles. At first there was no response though Frix said he thought he heard a grumble akin to “go away”. Thomas knocked again. There was some shuffling and complaining before the door slowly opened.
Reed’s hair was not even his usual coif and ponytail and laid about in curly strands along his shoulders. Heavy dark circles were around his eyes and he yawned as he rubbed the sleep out of them. The only thing that actually looked neat was his polo shirt and slacks.
“What the hell, Reed? Were you up all night?” Thomas exclaimed.
“What do you want, Thomas?” Reed griped sleepily. Without saying much else, he backed up and opened the door wide enough to let them inside. Shelly took a pause to look around Reed’s room. It was surprisingly simple beige room that was only just shyly larger than her own. He had a loft style bed and desk on one side of the room. On the wall were a few posters with giant robots and a few older science fiction style anime she didn’t recognize. On a high shelf was a collection of robot models ranging from Lego sets to the Japanese models you buy to put together. Somehow that explained the Silver Guardian’s appearance so much to her right now. Reed slumped onto the chair at his computer desk and ran his fingers through his hair. Shelly thought he really was not looking well and he looked more ghoulish than Alucard.
“Reed, are you okay? You look really sick.” Reed just glared back at her.
“I ran into that explosive trap like an amateur. Damn clown had the whole section in the tunnel rigged. Dropped a lot of brick on my head. They were gone before I got out. But you did not come here about that, did you? I can practically see it on Thomas’ face.”
He hadn’t expected Thomas to suddenly grab him with both hands by his shirt lapels and rammed him into the dresser side of the loft bed.
“Do you have any idea what you did last night?! You left Shelly behind in that tunnel! You never leave your partner like that! Ever!”
“Woah Thomas, we don’t have to…” Shelly tried to interject, but Reed loudly sighed in annoyance.
“Shelly is perfectly capable of defending herself if she is somehow angry about that. She does not need you white knighting her.” Thomas’ grip tightened almost close to choking his best friend. Shelly gripped his wrist and told him to let go. Thomas released Reed and let him fall into a heap on the floor like he was garbage he did not want to deal with. When Reed finally got back to standing, Shelly jabbed her finger in his chest.
“And yes I am really really really pissed at you right now! You saw me fall and you left me behind!”
“….and?”
“I almost got caught by the cops! Did you forget you and I are wanted criminals? I would be sweating it out in jail right now if that lady detective didn’t decide to let me go! What the hell, Reed? Why? Why did you leave me back there? I thought we we’re partners!” Reed folded his arms and cocked his head slightly as he frowned back at her.
“Partners huh? Some partner you’ve been.” This time he nudged her in her shoulder.
“It was YOUR fault Madame Tink got kidnapped! It was YOUR fault they were able to kidnap Ronder! I had them in my grasp and both times you went and ruined it! And why? Because I had to waste my time saving you!” Shelly began to shake a little.
“I…I…didn’t…I’m sorry. I didn’t think…”
“Sorry? Sorry?! Those three could be dead by now and guess who gets all the blame? Me! Who do you think people blame for what happened at the news station? Me! Who do you think people hold responsible for Feronia Gardens? Me! And who do you suppose people are now criticizing for the auction house incident? Guess?! Every time something happens to this city-apparently it’s my fault! Not yours!” Thomas tried to move between the now trembling Shelly and the hyper-ventilating Reed buy putting his much taller frame between the two.
“Hold on there, Reed. You’re letting the media get under your skin. It’s not what…”
“You stay out of this, Thomas!” Reed bellowed as shoved his friend aside in shaking fury.
“Reed, please I…listen I know I messed up, but we might be able to fix…”
“No, you listen! What good are you? All you can do is what? Give people mildly annoying splinters? You’re worthless!”
“Now hold on there, Reed. That is going too far,” Thomas cried out. Reed did not seem to hear him and he was storming over to where Shelly was backing close to the door. She had never seen Reed this angry before.
“I don’t need you! I never needed you! No one even knows who you are so why don’t you just end your little dress up game as Splinterbark? The Golden Guardian did not need a partner, so why do I need you?” Shelly’s face turned from shock to anger.
“You…are…not…THE GOLDEN GUARDIAN!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. Reed roared and raised his hand to strike her when Thomas gripped his wrist and squeezed hard.
“Reed, I told you to stop!” He swung Reed effortlessly behind him and let him crash into the floor. All three of them just stood there, the air now thick with pent up anger from all parties. Thomas suggested they leave and left Reed to pick himself from the floor nursing a sore shoulder. He threw himself onto his bed and screamed into his pillow.
As Shelly and Thomas were talking down Lenora had just gotten up to the upper landing.
“Is everything okay? I was in the kitchen and I heard shouting.” Thomas and Shelly forced smiles on their faces and made the excuse that they got into a heated fandom debate. Lenora seemed a bit crestfallen at the answer. Thomas excused themselves and Lenora grabbed his arm as he tried to pass.
“Thomas, you’re his best friend. Do you know what’s wrong with him?” Thomas bit his lip even has he still held that artificial smile.
“I…I’m afraid not”, he lied.
When they finally got outside and was about to drive off when Thomas apologized profusely.
“I didn’t think he’d react like that. He’s never acted that way before, even when I broke his nose with my roller skates.”
“No, you didn’t know. And…he is kind of right.”
“Hey! Hey! Don’t think like that! It was your plans that beat Metilla Gorilla.” Shelly chuckled nervously.
“Thanks for trying to cheer me up.” Thomas deflated a little. Even though the heavy visor of their helmets his comment did not alleviate much.
“You want me to take you home?”
“Nuh uh, you promised me some stress reliving rush on the rink, remember. Come on, let’s go!”
****
Circus Freak had just finished loading the last crate onto the truck of their three special guests. The drug had worn off Ronder a tad too earlier than they would have liked and they had to listen to the man try to bribe to be released. It was made even worse with Madame Tink trying to do him one better by offering even higher amounts to be set free instead. Bringer finally told both of them to shut up and let him sleep-a plea that went unanswered until Circus Freak had enough and just gassed them back to unconsciousness. It could possibly make a slight delay in their plans since they would have preferred them to be awake for the final show.
Prism Beak was fueling up the tanks on his suit and watching his colorful partner do all the heavy lifting. Soon both of them would be out of this dingy warehouse on the outskirts. All the while the captives had been whining and complaining, several times Prism Beak offered to just evaporate them right then and there. And each time, the clown warned him that if he killed them-he would be the one taking their place in his show. Once Circus Freak had latched the doors to the truck, they plucked an envelope from the numerous pockets and handed it towards their comrade.
“And this is…”
“Our agreement? You help me capture my three guests and in return I give you a foolproof plan of vengeance on one Morgan Altamiri. A perfect piece of poetry.” Prism Beak snatched the paper and glanced it once over. He hacked a wheezy laugh and used one of his canons to burn the paper to the ground. Circus Freak just watched it turn to a fine powdery ask and yet seemed unfazed at the reaction.
“I don’t need your little ‘poetry’. Just point my gun at Morgan and vroom! One dead Altamiri.”
“And have you planned how to deal with the rest of security? The police? The Silver Guardian and his sidekick?” Prism Beak laughed hard enough to clutch his sides in slight discomfort.
“You honestly think I have anything to fear from that second rate angel or the little girl? If it were the Golden Guardian I might be worried.”
“Don’t underestimate them. You’ve only managed to escape because of MY help.”
“But you needed MY tech to pull this off! You couldn’t do this thing without me!” Circus Freak just shrugged. Not once had they raised their voice no matter how much Prism Beak shouted.
“Very well, go your own way. I cut your strings. And for the record, I never really needed you. I was merely doing you a favor. I owe someone else a far more impressive debt.” They hopped into the truck and drove off leaving their former companion inside the empty warehouse. Prism Beak just spat after them and then went back to working on something very special for the object of his hatred.
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2020.09.18 21:33 loganmorganml1 I feel free knowing I can make this choice

Growing up being a mom was never an aspiration of mine. Nothing wrong with those who do dream of being a mother, but it was never one of mine. I remember asking my mom if it hurt when I was in 1st grade. She said “OH YEAH.” That was the first thing I remember making me feel uncomfortable with the idea of being a mom. At this point in my life being a mom wasn’t a dream, but something I figured I’d just do, because that’s what women do right? They get married and have babies.
As I grew older it was something in the distance. While I dreamed of becoming a famous artist and living in a cool city loft, I thought “when I get old then I’ll have babies.” Then I learned about the “biological clock” and felt even more uncomfortable. I realized there’s a window of when women are expected to have children, but still wasn’t aware of exactly when that window was.
The first classmate of mine to get pregnant was in 6th grade. She was 12 and the father was a high school brother of a friend of hers. He ended up in jail and I couldn’t even imagine something like that being able to happen — I just learned about periods and we can already get pregnant?
Next it’s High school and numerous classmates became pregnant throughout the years. I was terrified of sex and getting pregnant. I graduated a virgin and had nightmares of getting pregnant where I’d wake up sobbing, thinking I wouldn’t be able to travel or go to college outside of my local community college (I hated my hometown and just wanted to get out). My mom didn’t believe in birth control and I was to shy to ask about it.
21 and I had sex for the first time with my current partner. He wore a condom, but I remember thinking “I have enough in savings for an abortion if needed.” Knowing I had that option made me feel better, but I still went to the gyno for the first time soon after. Since I was over 21 I could get birth control on my own, and for the first time learned there was more than just the pill for birth control. I scheduled for my IUD the next week.
As my early 20s went, more people I personally knew and was friends with in high school had children. I realized we’re no longer at the age where having kids is out of the ordinary. I don’t know why at the time, but this made me feel really uncomfortable.
As each anniversary passes with my partner, jokes and questions on when we’d want kids come up every now and then. I no longer had excuses of “it’s something way into the future” and “I’m way to young to be thinking about that.” While I do feel too young still, It wouldn’t have anyone turning heads if I decided to get pregnant. My mom has openly said she’d approve of us having children.
I started thinking more and more about this. My boyfriend leans more child free, but would make comments seeming like he’d be fine with kids in the distant future. The problem of thinking this is something for the distant future is that once that future gets closer and closer, putting it off becomes impossible.
And the more I thought about it, the more I realized the answer was in front of me all along. I never WANTED kids. I felt it was expected, but knowing it’s a choice is like a wash of relief. I don’t hate kids — I’ve babysat them before and entertained them at family events, but my favorite part was always giving them back to their parents. I don’t feel any maternal instinct when I watch my little cousins at the park, or when I had made lunches and snacks for the neighborhood kids I babysat. There is nothing wrong with kids, I just don’t want any. And that’s okay.
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2020.09.16 07:18 symphonix 11 months ago I told myself microdosing psilocybin doesn’t work for me, I am going to give up and kill myself

I feel like I’ve lived a few lifetimes in the last 5 years of my life. It went by quick but it also went by slow. I’ve lost the love of my life with my CPTSD behavior. Sought therapy. Quit my career. Turned a $8000 investment into $250k in 4 months (ethereum) squandered some and lost the rest in that same year. I was going thru the breakup and was reckless. Spent 2.5 years living in absolute internal hell filled with grief, guilt and sorrow. Filed chapter 7 bankruptcy. Went to jail for 4 months and stressed I’d be deported and lose everyone and everything I’ve know the past two decades living in the US.
Got out of jail, build a business, visited my former country and came back more depressed than ever to the news that my grandma was dying. I knew it was coming for years but then it hit. Around this time my CPTSD and BPD got retriggered. I disappeared for weeks and pissed off my business partners. I avoided people for 3 weeks. Even the friends I lived under their roof as I tried to build a company.
Last October I was sitting on a patio crying and feeling like I was losing my mind. Like my mind is melting. The pain and sorrow was overwhelming again. Feelings of loneliness, insecurities and paranoia started to overtake me again. I started thinking of ways to kill myself again. Started to think how my mental health isn’t getting better but it’s getting worse.
I decided to finally start microdong with psilocybin as a last resort. I took mushrooms here and there in 2019 and it always made me feel better the next few days. I decided to methodically microdose 2-4 times a week. I said if this doesn’t work, I’m going to give it 10 months and I’ll kill myself.
Well, it’s been 11 months. I bought out my business partners and we have a better friendship than we ever had. They were my closest friends and I’ve made it impossible to work with. I moved out from my friends place and got myself a rental condominium. It’s small but loft style and in the center of the city.
Tomorrow I’m buying our first company car and promoting someone to a field supervisor role to help me as well as hiring a part time office assistant manager.
Am I happy? I’d say I’m content and life is still a roller coaster but I haven’t had any suicidal ideation as and once I hit the gym again and start working more on myself, I know I’ll be even better mentally and physically. With meditation, therapy, physical excercise, healthy diet and microdosing, life seems to be better.
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2020.09.16 03:06 SqueeWrites Birds of Prey #27 - Old Friends and Broken Noses

Birds of Prey #27 - Old Friends and Broken Noses

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Author: SqueeWrites
Book: Birds of Prey
Arc: Taking Flight
Set: 50
 
 
Her eyes downcast, Helena stepped out of the elevator and left the small hotel that Barbara and the others had been staying in. A sea of Japanese faces in the dark ignored her, all watching the sidewalk, looking at their phone, or engaging with friends. Lights lit up the district fairly well, but even the best lit city had shadows. Who was she in the grand scheme of things? Her old teammates didn’t want her. Her only friend Inara was so angry with her for just existing. Helena was an infinitesimal dust speck beating up mobsters in a small pond. Or some such stupid metaphor, Helena thought. She’d always been bad at metaphors.
She started walking down the street, turned left past her own hotel, and continued on, wandering the streets of Tokyo. Helena didn’t consider herself a sullen person. The scents of sweetened rice balls on a stick called to her so she bought some and enjoyed them. She enjoyed things in general. She liked life. Recently though… She’d spent far too much time in self reflection, trying to figure out her relationships, her beliefs, and just what she wanted.
Helena bit the last dango from the stick it came on and she chewed it aggressively before looking around for a trash bin anywhere. There wasn’t, of course, Helena had the worst luck, but she continued wandering around in some vain hope to find one. What she needed, she thought, was a purpose. Nothing helped her feel more centered than kicking some asshat’s teeth in. Her father had gotten busted by Batman a long time ago though and still the cockroaches like Claudius swam in. It was like trying to scrape the sand off your feet at the beach. All you do is hop on one leg and then the next.
Her fist curled around the sticky piece of wood and she was just about ready to hurl it into the street while cursing the entire Japanese people when she finally saw a trash can. Not a stupid drink recycling bin. One for actual trash. She looked around as she tossed the remains of her snack into the bin and realized that she’d wandered into some kind of upperclass neighborhood. Lofts, apartments, and penthouses towered over the local bars and restaurants in the neighborhood and the number of people walking about at the late hour had dwindled.
One person stuck out to her though.
A black woman who towered over the few other people walking the streets leaned heavily against a wall, eyes darting not so surreptitiously around. Frankly, the tall ass woman looked sketchy as hell. People like that are clearly up to something.
A little action might be just the thing to knock me out of this… existential crisis? What am I a 40 year old middle class white man?
Helena walked casually away and then turned back and ducked into the side of an alley to keep an eye on the suspicious woman. She’d rather kick the crap out of a man, but her beliefs ran fairly egalitarian when it came to criminals. Maybe she could pretend they were Zinda. That might be therapeutic. Who says you need a therapist when you have kickass coping strategies like these?
The two of them waited like that for what felt like an hour with the woman barely moving other than the odd sway or her constantly darting eyes. Was she drunk? Helena thought, now not entirely sure that she’d get the outlet for her aggression that she was looking for tonight.
A barking laughter of some kind stole Helena’s attention for just a moment and when she turned back, the woman was simply gone. Helena blinked dumbfounded. Had she just wandered off at the perfect time? Her walk forward to try to find her was interrupted by the telltale sound of boots slapping against pavement coming from the alleyway. A glance told her that she hadn’t lost the woman after all.
Charging at her like a freight train, the woman lunged and Helena barely leapt out of the way, her foot coming across the woman’s shin as she rolled across the worn paving stones, but it barely slowed her and didn’t trip the woman at all like she had hoped. In a flash, Helena was back on her feet, back now facing the dark alley, and stepped further inside. The woman followed, adopting a fighting stance that was unfamiliar to Helena but looked almost like some kind of wrestling or MMA base.
“So what’s a sweet thing like you up to tonight?” Helena asked adopting a stance of her own.
“Do not try to tempt me, siren,” the woman said in a strange halting accent.
“Tempt you? Sorry, I prefer my partners with a bit more meat if you catch my drift.”
“Then why do you watch me? Do you intend me ill?”
Helena laughed. This woman had to be the muscle of some criminal group. She seemed to naive to be anyone higher. “How about you just take me to your boss and we can skip the part where I kick your ass?”
Her eyes narrowed in response. Banter complete, the dark skinned woman rushed forward and threw a flurry of blows. Helena just managed to get her hands up to turn the woman’s blows aside, but even after redirecting most of the force, she stumbled backwards from the impact. This woman hit like a truck!
Now serious, Helena feinted high before dropping a kick into the woman’s thigh. The blow landed solidly and the woman sidestepped to let the reduce the impact some, but before Helena could snap her foot back, she grabbed it with both hands and pulled upward. And the woman had half a foot on Helena so there was a lot of up.
Helena flexed, reaching forward to try and grab hold of the woman’s arms, but like the rest of her, they were too long and soon Helena was held high above the woman’s head. “Shit.” Wind whipped her hair past her face before her back slammed into the uneven paving stones, knocking the breath out of her. Gasping for breath, Helena started to think she made a mistake. This woman was stronger, taller, and seemingly better trained than she was. What did she have that her foe did not?
The muscle bound woman grabbed the gasping Helena by her shirt, slowly pulling her off of the ground. As the woman started to ask her something, Helena realized the best quality that she had to beat this woman. Self destructive behavior. In the space of a breath, she kicked around, slammed both feet against the ground as she smashed her forehead against the woman’s nose. Pain lanced through her head and knew the blow had cut her too, but the crunch of the woman’s nose and the tears that sprang unbidden into her foe’s eyes were worth it.
No one beats the Huntress when it comes to a Scorched Earth technique.
With a yell, her foe leapt forward, punches firing off in a flurry. Helena dodged or turned what she could, but most of the blows landed on and her arms started to become numb from impact. As one came streaming right past her face, she latched on, falling backward using her body to leverage the woman off balance. As soon as Helena’s back hit stone, she flung both her feet outward and slammed into the woman’s stomach. Despite the force of the blow, the woman’s ab wall didn’t even flinch and she countered instantly.
Helena wasn’t even really sure what happened, but somehow the woman had gotten both legs wrapped around her waist and had tied up the only arm that wasn’t slammed against the pavement. Two punches earned a less satisfying crunch when Helena’s own nose broke. She pulled hard on Helena’s arm using one hand as a lever and Helena screamed out in pain, wondering her arm was about to snap.
“Stop!”
The words from a male voice echoed through the alley and Helena exhaled a breath she hadn’t even noticed that she held as the force against her arm loosened. Tears blurred her vision, mingling with blood that ran down from both the cut on her forehead and her broken nose.
“She was stalking me,” the woman said, clearly defensively as Helena heard the man approach.
“So? Don’t kill your tail. Lose them,” the voice said, clearly irritated. And also something about it seemed familiar?
“Do not use the k-word,” the woman said, now admonishing him. “We’re only a few miles away from him. He can probably hear you.”
“Oh right. My bad. If you’re listening big guy, hope your movie’s good and we’re not doing anything bad,” he paused, but when no response came, he seemed to breathe easier. “All right, good. Now let’s take a look at your tail. I really didn’t expect Ito to have people watching him.”
A blurry face swam into Helena’s view, but again something seemed so familiar to her.
“Holy shit. Helena? What the hell are you doing here?”
 
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“I can’t believe that you’d suggest we take her back after what she did!” Zinda exclaimed. Dinah, for her part, tried to be patient, but the woman could be so uptight sometimes. Which now that she thought about it… so could Barbara. Maybe it was just something about Dinah that attracted people that just had their clocks wound too tight. She sighed.
“I meant what I said when she was here,” Dinah responded calmly. “You seem to look up to the Blackhawks. Do you think they never killed anyone on an operation?”
“There is a difference between war and what she did.”
“Why? Just because the government tells you to kill someone doesn’t make it okay. You know how many innocent Iraquis have died in the last two decades under government orders? A lot.”
Unfortunately the woman wasn’t so easily dissuaded. She continued to pace their hotel room as Barbara had already left to go to her own. “I obviously don’t think that the US government does everything perfectly or I wouldn’t be here galavanting as some dumb vigilante. I do think that if we’re going to set ourselves up as being above the law that we need to have standards and respect the sanctity of life.”
Dinah thought life had about the guaranteed sanctity of a dog turd, but maybe she was just being cynical. “Barbara and Helena both feel the same way. Why do you think Barbara was just as upset as you? Why do you think Helena came to apologize?”
“Apologize?” Zinda scoffed, practically stamping her feet. “Apologize?? She apologized for ‘making a snap decision.’ That’s like your partner saying, ‘I’m sorry you got upset when I called you a fat slob.’ It’s just useless, insulting pandering!”
Another sigh escaped Dinah’s lip and she just shrugged falling back on the bed. “Look, I can see that you’re not going to come around to my perspective. That’s fine. Barbara said it had to be unanimous and it wasn’t so Helena’s out. Case closed. Call off the dogs, Zin. You won.”
Dinah could tell that Zinda didn’t look like she wanted to drop it, but thankfully, she pulled out her laptop and started busying herself with something so she considered her olive branch taken. Still, Dinah also had a much more practical reason for wanting Helena around. For the kind of mission Barbara was planning, she just didn’t feel comfortable having only a well-trained but super green pilot and seasoned expert who’s legs were on a time limit.
What she needed was another field agent at her back that she could trust and she did trust Helena. Even moreso after her last mission. Every soldier learns in training to fail forward. It’s better to be wrong without hesitation than to be right and hesitate. Unsure soldiers tended to die before they even got their guns out. Dinah sighed. Well, she’d gone on missions with worse she supposed. Tomorrow would tell her just how warranted her fears were.
 
 
[Birds of Prey #28 Next>] - Coming October 15th!
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2020.09.14 16:20 DramaticPatience0 [HIRING] 28 Jobs in Denver Hiring Now!

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Manorcare Health Services Manorcare Health Services: Registered Nurse - Rn Denver
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Alvarado Restaurant Group Alvarado Restaurant Group: Restaurant Assistant General Manager Denver
CoreCivic CoreCivic - Facility Support Center CoreCivic CoreCivic - Facility Support Center: Maintenance Coordinator, Community Corrections - Denver Region Denver
Jonathan Rose Companies Jonathan Rose Companies: Community Manager - Grand Lowry Lofts Denver
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Hss Part-Time Security Officer - St Joseph Hospital Denver
IDI Distributors Warehouse Associate - Denver, CO Denver
Pacific Coast Building Products, Inc. Maintenance Mechanic Denver
Fidelitone Warehouse Generalist 2 Denver
Veterans Affairs, Veterans Health Administration Registered Nurse Denver
HCA, Hospital Corporation of America Registered Nurse Denver
Anthem, Inc Registered Nurse Denver
Nuco2 Inc. CDL Delivery Driver - Local Route Denver
US Anesthesia Partners Registered Nurse Denver
Maiker Housing Partners Special Projects Maintenance Technician Denver- Colorado- United States
Maiker Housing Partners Community Manager Denver- Colorado- United States
Society Insurance Company Insurance Examiner Denver- Colorado- United States
Mile High Montessori Early Learning Centers Preschool Teacher Denver- Colorado- United States
CCI Systems, Inc. Business Development Manager Denver- Colorado- United States
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QuickBox Warehouse Associate - Quality Control Technician Denver- Colorado- United States
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Hey guys, here are some recent job openings in denver. Feel free to comment here or send me a private message if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!
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2020.09.11 19:11 Azhusaa First Mushroom Experience- Absolutely Life-Changing.

So I had my first experience with mushrooms last night. Two friends, my partner, and I decided to make a day of it. My partner “babysat” while we took them, and was there to make sure nobody went into an inescapable hole. (Bless them. They’re a therapist, and probably the best option we could have had). My two friends needed some talking during, but I found that I felt as though I had complete control of my trip. I went in with the intention of discovering myself and analyzing what may bother me, as well as to connect with the world around me. I have Borderline Personality Disorder, and I wholeheartedly expected to lose control of my emotions and break down. However, I had the most magical experience. I stared at butterfly taxidermy until they started to bat their wings. I sat next to a spider in the bathroom while the sink “told me” to ponder why I’m normally terrified of them when this little guy was just hanging out. I dealt with the idea of “presence” and understood what it meant when people told me that I wasn’t “present” enough. I could smell the fresh air and appreciate the trees while “Crystal” by Stevie Nix played on my AirPods; tears streaming down my face as I truly connected with the words.
We headed up to our “LoFi Loft”- a new project with a mix of vaporwave and outrun inspiration. The room is trippy as fuck, but with gentle colors, a turntable, and lots of neon lights. We listened to the entirety of Glass Animals’ new album Dreamland, “oooh”ing over how crystal clear it sounded.
I managed to even figure out one skill that has evaded me due to mental health, and that’s my ability to control what negative thoughts enter my mind, and if I want to hold onto them or simply ride the wave and let them go free. I was able to approach a negative topic, see a new perspective, and let myself experience how I felt without it feeling like the end of the world.
I’m so happy that I’ve tried this. I’m so glad to have discovered so much about myself, and I absolutely advocate for people to try at least once, in a comfortable spot with people that make them feel welcome.
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2020.09.07 01:26 avacuum My first official course experience. You can laugh at my ignorance.

Hey all just finished back to back days and had my first official golf score cards ever an 89 then 77 on a par 41, 12 hole course!
A little background on me, around last May decided to learn golf after my sole experience when I was around 18. It had been 14 years since I had even thought about golf. September 2019 took lessons, when to range sparingly next couple of months. Have been really going to the Range consistently the last 2-3 months of 2020, felt good striking the ball making constant contact maybe 7 out of 10 balls. So an year later decided to take it to a course.
My FIL is about a 15 handicap so he was my partner for two days. Here’s what I learned.
  1. I couldn’t learn this game alone or play alone. I’m just not that confident. I would be too nervous about looking ridiculous to ppl behind me or nervous I’m holding people behind. This game is easier to learned and more fun with friends and family.
  2. I thought tees were only used for drivers. My FIL educated me that tees can be used for all clubs as it gives a platform to strike the ball better.
  3. Range hits just don’t prepare you for the course. Apples to oranges. Range simulates perfect lies, the course isn’t. I couldn’t get any lofts in my ball day one.
  4. I was scared of marking up the fairway (that some random dude which both me out for leaving a divot) which may have led to me topping the ball a lot. Learned to just swing and if there’s a divot/blemish in the fairway o well.
  5. Ball markers are used on the green to asses the putting green. You then line up the ball depending on the breaks before you putt. I never out two and two together as to what pros were doing.
  6. Need to relax and breathe. Remember to have fun and not tense up. The game won’t come at all if you’re worried about other people’s opinions.
  7. Putting is an art that needs to be practiced. One 100 yard par 3 hole my first stroke was on the green about 5-8 feet away from the hole, me and my FIL were pretty excited. I 5 putted.
All in all learned a lot and have a big boy 18 hole course Tuesday with my FIL and two of his experienced mid handicap friends. Anyhow, looking to keep learning hope someone out there finds this helpful. Also if you have any other basic tips on etiquette, gameplay, improvement tips feel free to post them.
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2020.09.05 21:49 gilll_bates_ I live in Alaska and my landlord won't fix my heat

I (24f) live in a dry cabin in Alaska with my partner (20F) and back in March our Toyo stove broke ( heating system). We told the landlord and he didn't really do anything about it all summer , which is fine since it was hot outside.
August rolled around and it started to get colder at night. We kept texting him about fixing it and he asked if we would move into an apartment he has that is more than double our rent. We declined and finally he told us he would fix it by the end of the month. He gave us a little electric heater, but it doesn't work very well and only heats the loft. It's also making our electric bill crazy high.
Finally on September 1 he brought in another Toyo stove. But it's broken and he needs to fix it. He told us on Tuesday he would come back Friday and never did. I texted him about and he said he got into another project and would stop by Tuesday Sep 8th.
I'm really worried because the electric heater barely works and this weekend is supposed to drop into the 30's. We also can't keep it on all night because of fire hazard so we have been sleeping with lots of blankets.
My question: is there anything I can do about this situation? Also pay for fuel for the heater, but the electric heater is costing us more. Should the landlord pay for it?
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2020.09.05 19:56 Psychological-Dig-32 My life has been turned upside down, I don’t know who I am

I know 2020 has been a shitty year for everyone, including myself.
tldr: I’m lonely and lost
My divorce was finalized a couple weeks ago, I’m still living in our house though. Doing some home improvement so we can get top dollar and split the equity. The divorce was really sudden but not unexpected, we have drifted apart the last 2 years. We have been separated for 3 months but when I say sudden, by the time we finally decided to make it official I filed all the paperwork the next day.
Even though we are both happy about the divorce it has been a lot harder on me than her because I don’t have the support system she does. Being happy about the divorce has almost made it worse because it was a mutual thing, there isn’t one thing we can point to and that’s hard.
I hate when people ask if I am ok. I am ok with the divorce, I am. I’m 26 years old and have my life in front of me still. But people asking if I’m ok, not being a couple. I am ok with that and know it’s for the better. But, what has been the hardest is being lonely.
I’ve been seeing a therapist and he had me reach out to 3 people to see if they would be ok being my support system. This is because in February I had 2 suicide attempts. Those 3 people said yes but when I try to reach out to them I hear back a day or two later which doesn’t help when I’m struggling right now.
Since I don’t feel like I have anyone I turn to weed to distract me. When I run out, like right now, I go to the store to get some booze, the strongest I can find.
I tried dating apps, Tinder and Hinge. But I didn’t get matches. I matched with 2 people over the last month and a half (ex and I have been split for 3 months) and I have been on one date. Probably because at the time I was still technically married so I put that on my profile because I didn’t want to lie. But it makes me feel ugly.
My self confidence is shot, even when my friends girlfriends or souses say I’m attractive. I hate the way I look. When I look in the mirror I see a loser who doesn’t know who they are.
I don’t know who I am. I don’t know what I like anymore. I try to think of who I am and I draw a blank. It feels like I’m looking at stranger, I don’t know anything about them. I feel that when I see myself in the mirror but I also see myself who I think is ugly. I hate all my clothes and how I look. I don’t have money to replace my wardrobe or even get new stuff. It has been 10 months since I bought any new clothes and last time was one shirt.
I have several mental illnesses, depression, bipolar, and anxiety to list a few. It makes me feel broken and I don’t know what to do. It makes me withdraw from people. I permanently deleted all my social media today. I don’t talk to my friends because I don’t feel like I can. Those 3 people I trust the most aren’t there to help me why would others.
The biggest stress is money and finishing the house so we can sell. But it stresses me out because I don’t know how to afford a place on my own, buying all new furniture (I let her take everything) and how I’m going to afford everything. I feel like a loser because I am moving back into a loft at my dads place for a month until we sell and I can find an apartment. It’s embarrassing and I am ashamed of it.
I feel like my life is a tornado. I don’t know who I am. I don’t know what I want from a partner in dating. I don’t know how to meet new girls or new friends.
I’m a stranger to myself. I’m lost, insecure, and lonely.
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2020.09.04 16:00 wm_1176 Official Rewatch Discussion Thread: Season 4, Episode 12: Shark

Episode Description: Nick and Coach become concerned when they meet Winston's new training officer; Jess uses Schmidt in hope of influencing a councilwoman to stop the night construction taking place outside the loft.
Date Aired: January 6, 2015
Directed by: Alex Hardcastle
Written by: Jacob Brown
Run Time: 21 Minutes & 49 Seconds
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Episode Trivia:
- First appearance of Aly Nelson, Winston's police partner, and later his wife.
- When the shark takes down Nick (Jake Johnson) and Coach (Damon Wayans Jr.), Winston yells out "That's what you get!", which was the unofficial catchphrase repeated by Johnson in "Let's Be Cops" (2014).
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2020.08.31 14:17 makinbacon42 NGD – Nunatak 25F 3D Quilt

My new Nunatak 25F 3D quilt arrived late last week. I went with a XL length, 60" inside circumference, 40" footbox and double draft tubes in 10D fabric, clocking in at 752g. It's replacing my Cumulus Panyam 450 that my partner has "borrowed" from me and taken a liking to. I chose the 3D quilt since I mix between side and back sleeping and was sick of having to deal with a hood in my face, traditional quilts were out since I've found them too drafty down below freezing,
Somehow Jan managed to get this made inside 6 weeks, well inside the 8 week lead time + 4 week summer closure at ordering, thanks nunatak16 !. It spent just as long with USPS trying to work it's way to me in Australia....
First impressions
I'm on the eye out for a cold weekend to head out and test its limits, though these are looking few and far between in the SW of Western Australia at the moment...
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2020.08.30 19:44 alexianary Reoccurring nightmares, we're back together

I've not talked to my Nex for 3 years now. I don't miss him, it took me half a year after the break up to realize how awful he was and break out of the brainwash. The narrative during the break up was that I was awful, I will never find someone to accommodate for my flaws, and that however he treats me is justified because I'm an awful person and deserve it. During the break up, he kicked me out the house and verbally, emotionally, and almost physically abused me. He cornered me at one point and punched the wall beside me, while screaming and breaking things. He broke things frequently, ripped the doors out of our closet, fractured his hand, etc. It was pure narcissistic rage. I accepted it because he gaslit me to believe his anger was justified for breaking up with him and this is what I had to endure.
Since then, I keep getting dreams here and there, they always revolve around the same theme. I'm in a situation where we're back together, and my nex is acting as if we never broke up. I'm fully aware of what type of person he is, so I want to break it up because it's just SO creepy that he pretends as if nothing ever happened between us. But I'm afraid to do it normally or call them out for it and trigger their narcissistic rage. As we're doing every day things, like shopping, or eating, they begin to catch on that I know that we've broken up. They struggle to keep me from seeing through the haze and the brainwashing, and escalate the situation the more I assert my boundaries. They become more aggressive, give me less space, I begin to feel very unsafe. In one dream there was this attic/loft bed. I start to see them panic internally and plotting how to harm me because they're thinking something along the lines of "if I can't have you then no one can". I ran into the loft bed and shut the door, his arms were reaching in-between the gaps and grabbing my leg. The way he was scouraging for me was feral. My fight or flight response is triggered and somehow I try to contact the police but it never works. I always manage to reach my family though, but they always underreact. Telling me it's just a break up, he's just upset, I shouldn't be so angry or reactive because that's not very stable of me. (My mom believed that I only think badly of him because we broke up, that I'm biased and exaggerating)
The dream I had last night was the first dream I actually managed to tell him why we broke up, since I was too afraid to talk back during our actual break up. In his mind, he thinks he did nothing wrong. When I told him, he tried to kill me, my sister, anyone he knew he could use for leverage. And in these dreams I always become violent out of desperation. I just want him to stop, but there's no police, I'm smaller than him, and time is running out. I try to knock him out or hurt him so that he's physically restraint but he's psychotic and doesn't care, I'm crying and screaming the whole time. I can feel my throat close up and it feels very real. The pain I feel is indescribable. And then I wake up, and I fall into this rabbit hole during the day where I feel crappy for the fact that I had to go through that. I don't want to throw my own pity party, I just want to continue living my best life. I'm seeing this guy right now who is absolutely amazing, and patient, and caring. I haven't told him about my nex and I'm not even sure if that's appropriate. Is this even something you can share with your partner?
Also does anyone else have dreams like these? My nex obviously would never kill anyone, or react in this way, he was a covert narcissist and I left before he would direct his physical aggression towards me. But in my dreams he's like this monster. Thanks for reading through :)
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2020.08.27 21:44 pseudo-psyched Insulation!? What do we do!?

My partner (25M) and I (22F) have been living in a 14x40 lofted cabin/shed for a few months now and finally have the means to start insulation before it gets too cold.
As Im doing my research Im all kinds of confused. I want to find a insulation option that works for my needs
Not sure what else to specify or look for, but Im hoping someone can suggest some good options!!
If anything is unreasonable or there is something I haven’t considered, ALL ADVICE IS WELCOME!! We are brand new to this and will definitely need the help.
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2020.08.27 13:02 30RITUALS A couple of insights I want to share with you based on my own entrepreneurial journey

Long story short I turned 30 recently. I am starting over from scratch: emotionally, financially, and yes even spiritually. In the last two years, I have lost pretty much everything that mattered to me. Me and my girlfriend broke up. I lost friends. I lost my house. I lost my savings. I lost my confidence. You name it and I probably lost it. Perhaps the worst is that I have lost my peace of mind.
Despite being talented, high IQ, conscientious, with good skills in relevant areas I, unfortunately, have come at a crossroads where I might need to get a 'real' job for the first time in many years for quite a while to build myself back up. I have truly hit rock bottom and hope that I can find the inner strength to still believe my entrepreneurial goals are a real possibility for me - even though it will likely be way later in life than I had hoped. I wanted to share 10 insights with you guys, especially for those of you < 25 years based on my experience. Trust me you really do not want to be me right now. I am optimistic by nature but I have seem to have lost even that side of me. I'm now in a mental prison I have trouble escaping and wonder if I ever will again because I wasted so many years & drag the failures with me.
About me: during my 20s I started about 6 businesses. Out of those 3 flopped. One was sold within a year for a low six figure sum. The second did $3 million ARR with $600K profits. The third we raised some VC but had to fold the venture within a year. I am trying to recoup ever since but it's been extremely tough.
Focus
Being a very curious person by nature I have a wide range of interests. I am also good at learning new things and as a result, spread myself too thin during my 20s often stressed out of my mind. Don't be like me and take the time before you start anything to consider it's implications. Then apply yourself and take relentless action.
Insight #1: focus on 1 or 2 things for 5-10 years and then go to the next thing.
Courage
The one thing nobody can teach you yet is extremely important in my experience is courage. I use to have it but I misdirected it and seem to have lost it. But I have some friends who started very successful companies all because they had the courage to actually pursue it. I would advice anyone < 25yrs to take massive risks. Often they are not as big as you think they are and you only need to be right once. Not to mention people will give you bonus points for trying and help you out. But once you hit 30+ (let alone 40/50) nobody gives a fuck anymore generally speaking. So you go from a courageous young entrepreneurial spirit to just another 30-year-old loser like me right now who 'doesn't have his shit together'. Take swings and go for that homerun with everything you got while you can.
Insight #2: courage matters twice, take risks while you can, swing for the fence.
Iterate
The best way to discover if something works is to try it. Test. Iterate. Test. Iterate. You really don't want to be a perfectionist. I speak from experience - though I have managed to let go of this nasty habit all together. Look at the world as a place that is your laboratory and experiment all the time.
Insight #3: the world is your laboratory so play around, test, iterate, and test some more.
Anti-fragile
Learn how to become anti-fragile (read the book). In retrospect I was too fragile during my teens and too robust during my 20s. Meaning that I was too rigid in my thinking, eating up the whole hustle hard culture and working myself to the bone 'because that is what men do'. It took me years to find out that actually, you want to become anti-fragile meaning: you are highly adaptable, dynamic, thrive in chaos and most importantly; are high in terms of cognitive flexibility. In other words: live your life dynamic instead of superimposing your beliefs onto the world and your routines and becoming rigid.
Insight #4: cultivate an anti-fragile attitude towards life
Contracts
Our business was doing $3 million ARR and we were making good money. I traveled the world and lived in a cool loft. I had been working 18/7 for close to three years. One day I got a phone call. It was my business partner. Long story short I got basically fired from my own company and was out on the street within 4 weeks all because our initial contracts gave him way too much leverage that I did not see coming at the time. I was too naive and paid dearly for it.
Insight #5: get business agreements on paper and do it properly or you will regret it
Founders
The main reason our VC backed company didn't work out was it turned out our founding team just did not vibe well. We could not align ourselves and in retrospect one of us was just too irrelevant for the position in the company. When looking for cofounder(s) look for this: 1) good chemistry 2) proper communication 3) similar life phases 4) mutual trust 5) applicable skills 6) similar vision
Insight #6: finding cofounders is not a matter to take lightly
Alignment
If you are like me you want to make an impact above anything else. I believe wealth and impact go hand on hand but I have noticed over the years some people just want to make money end of story. Both are fine, but if you are like me, make sure that whatever you do it somehow resonates with your core being. Otherwise, you will feel empty inside and you will give up I will guarantee it.
Insight #7: if you want to make an impact on the world make sure your project aligns deeply
Luck
I hate to say it but luck matters a lot more than most will admit. I have seen it many times in my life as well. Most notable is a guy I once met who became the cofounder of a company worth $300 million (I won't mention the company so don't ask). His cofounder was brilliant, and he was his roommate who was lazy as hell and worked in the kitchen of a chinese restaurant. But they enjoyed working together and next thing you know this guy is crushing life. It happens all the time. That being said you can also create your own luck by working smart, becoming a man of value and building your reputation.
Insight #8: don't underestimate serendipitous luck, it happens but focus on creating your own luck
Skills
The 18-year-old me could get drunk, play soccer, crush people in super smash brothers and ejaculate prematurely. The 30 year old me can code (somewhat), build websites, trade options, speak in public, raise investment, negotiate contracts, build financial models, run advanced analytics, build teams and much much more. Make sure you stack up your skills as you go and always keep learning. I really wish someone told me early on in life how important it is to acquire useful skills in your life.
Insight #9: acquire relevant skills and always keep learning new things and improving
The right IT
The reason you want to run a lot of experiments is because you need to find the right IT. Meaning the right fit between what the market wants, what you can build, and what they want to pay you for. Great ideas (very rare) take off like nothing you have ever seen before. Even though it's not likely you'll solve a problem with such demand the thing takes of to the stratosphere, you can at least try! I've also seen and experienced the opposite countless times where founders work years on something that should have been folded after 3 months because it was just not something people wanted. Be aware of this.
Insight #10: test to find the right IT, if something doesn't grow or take off quickly, re-evaluate
Faith
This one to be honest gets me a bit teared up as I am writing this. But here we go: have faith in your adventure, pursue it with faith and plan for even greater journeys. A big reason my 20s have mostly been a shit show filled with failures is because deep down I lacked faith things would turn out well, probably because I come from a very poor and rough background. I am working on it but it seems impossible to change this belief. I often wish I could go back in time, give that young man a hug, tell him I love him, that he is enough, and encourage him to share his gifts with the world instead of doubting himself. That being said, try somehow to find faith in yourself and what you are working on and life will open itself up to you I promise. I have seen it many times.
Insight #11: develop faith in yourself and make peace with life, trust things will be fine
There were originally about 25 insights but I trimmed it down to these. Please don't underestimate it, they are not set in stone but based on 10+ years of failure (and some successes). Trust me, hitting rock bottom sounds a lot more romantic in a book or a movie. When it happens to your own life, and I have experienced it three times so far, you will go through the heart of darkness.
TLDR; I built some companies during my 20s and mostly failed. I am now at rock bottom and these are the insights I derived based on my entrepreneurial thus far. I wish you all the best, hopefully, you will find something useful here you can apply to your own journey.
EDIT 1: thank you for all the rewards and comments it means a lot to me right now
EDIT 2: part two is up online (because so many of you requested it) you can read it here
EDIT 3: I keep on receiving a TON of DMs with people thanking me which makes me happy, it means you got something out of it. You may also consider buying me a coffee.
EDIT: 4: many of you asked me to keep you posted on my next venture so I will update here again when the time is right, but when that will be I don't know, it could take quite a while
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2020.08.25 04:38 oddreddks I believe my ex husband killed me in a past life

I am just going to jump right into this and recount my regression as I saw it.
I am a young girl, maybe 12 or 13 and I am sitting barefoot on a porch reading a book. I look up to see a slave boy roughly the same age as me dancing in the fields. He is making faces and trying to get me to laugh. It works. My aunt sees this and yells "Elizabeth!! ARTHUR!!" She grabs me by the collar and drags me to my father. "She's as black footed as a ni-. Have you thought any more about my suggestion? A girl of her station needs to go to finishing school or she'll never get married."
Suddenly I am standing in front of a large set of steps with a suitcase. I must be in Pennsylvania because I remember thinking how I did not want to go to Pennsylvania. My aunt tells me she will be back to visit me soon to see how I have settled in.
Now I am older. I am standing in the snow with my suitecase. There is a sense of panic and urgency. My aunt is there to pick me up but instead of going to her house as we usually do we go "home". This is several days ride away.
When I arrive home that same boy from before is there to bring my bags in. I love the way he says "Miss Lizzie" my aunt makes a fuss over how informally he addressed me. I realize now this must be the start of the revolutionary war as my eldest brother and father have been been called away to war. My aunt dies a few months later leaving myself and my 2nd elder brother alone. I am roughly 16/17.
More time has passed and I am standing in a field talking to August (the boy). The bag of beans he is carrying has a hole in it and when he slings it over his shoulders the whole bag rips. I bend down to help him pick them up. My brother Jacob runs to me and says I need to come quick. We recieved urgent news that our father is dead. I fainted.
The next bit is like a flash of memories. Me and August playing tag as children. Our hands touch. A look that passes between us. Like little stolen moments we know we aren't allowed to take.
Now I am maybe 20. I sneak out at night to meet August in the hay loft. I am teaching him to read. We are careful and this goes on for a few months until one night we fall asleep. Jacob finds us. He drags August out and ties him to a post. He screams at me and says since I love slaves so much he's going to beat me like one. August is left tied up in the yard for a few days until Jacob comes home from town drunk with his buddies. They lynch August in the tree in front of the house. I come running and struggle with them. I try to hold August up to keep him from choking. They drag me back and hold me there, forcing me to watch. I fall to the ground. I stay there and weep for what seems like a long time. I refuse to leave the spot. Jacob walks up and shoots me in the back of the neck.
So interesting to note I have a very large birthmark on the back of my neck that looks like a dripping stain.
I recognize August as my twin flame. I know him today. He is not my partner in this life. My relationship with him has been very complicated. I become very uneasy when I spend long periods of time with him and now I understand why.
When I met my ex husband I was drawn to this feeling like I had known him all my life. We divorced because he is a violent possesive man. I recognized a lot of his tendencies in my brother Jacob from my past life and now I am wondering if he may be Jacob's reincarnation.
I don't know a whole lot about past lives to be honest. I know you tend to reincarnate around the same souls. I have had immediate recognition of 2 people in my regressions but I did not immediately recognize my ex in Jacob. What do yall think?
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