Ponyboy from the outsiders personality traits

After owning a v2 for a while - the v2 is the v1 plus extra plastic.
Having seen the difference between the two, I think those who are planning to do a lot of upgrades should consider just getting the v1. The PSU is already outside, there’s less plastic and more metal parts (eg motor mounts), and more space to hack on things. The included drawer is nice… but it’s also in the way if you need to add things there.
The older Ender probably has the older, noisy board - but again if you’re planning to update on it, you’ll buy an SKR and this isn’t an issue. The LCD on the v1 appears to be more compatible with building your own firmware. V2 has up to 4 different LCD boards, and two of them have little to no Marlin support.
About the only thing I’ve determined the V2 has going for it is the included glass bed. Again, you can buy one…
Don’t get me wrong, I like my v2. If you’re a person who likes to hack on things and tinker, upgrade, I suspect the non-v2 Ender 3 is a better starting place. Probably less expensive too.

The title is Florida Man… But Not
The host reads off a news article the shows a person who would sound like a Florida man, but isn’t even from Florida. That’s the opener.
The contestants need to find funny stories like this but the people canNOT be from Florida
Alternative: Host reads articles and the guys need to guess on if the person is or isn’t from Florida
Guys you have my total permission to use this I think it would be hilarious

Everyday, I pray that everyone believes in Jesus Christ someday and for Salvation for every soul, in Jesus Christ's name. This is to say, to whomever is reading this, I pray for you, your family, and your friends every single day. I pray for you to accept and receive the only thing that really matters, if you haven't already.
I am not naive, I completely accept that this prayer may not pan out for everyone. I love God the same (which is with my everything) regardless of that fact. The truth is, I want it for them more than they want it for themselves, in many situations. I cannot accept the truth for them, just as no one was able to believe in Jesus Christ on my behalf.
The Bible is clear in that there will be a falling out, as my brother in Christ, Joe, explained to me, we are experiencing it now, look around. A vast majority of people will be blind and deaf to receiving the truth. You may ask, well why would God do that? Yeah, I used to question Him, I'm not telling you not too. I am telling you that I don't , or at least I try not too. I give in to Him completely with my everything, accepting He is in control, and that He knows better than me. He is Sovereign, and our willingness or lack thereof doesn't not change that truth.
God states He wants everyone to be saved, so my prayer is in accordance with His will, He doesn't say they will though. This tells me that, if my family and friends are not saved, the blood isn't on God's hands, it is on their own. Should this deter me from trying to spread the Gospel? No, because I don't know who will eventually accept Christ, and furthermore, I can't find a reality where I can give up on anyone. Christ tells me to forgive, so I do. If you have truly forgiven someone, and you love them (we should love everyone, we are all neighbors on earth) then why would I give up on them?
I know there is scripture stating to effectively brush the dust off your sandals and walk away from those unwilling to hear it. I try, for the most part, to not berate strangers with the Gospel after they've heard it from me. You might say, well they already know it, so your first attempt is possibly the hundredth attempt from others having tried. I hear you, but their is a very likely chance that their exposure to the Gospel was a tainted and hateful explanation by a self proclaimed Christian that in no way even tries to walk with Christ. I try and if they don't want to hear it, I proceed with speaking the Gospel through my actions so as to not drive them away.
So how do we live with the possible reality that our spouse, parents, children, extended family, and friends may make the personal choice to never accept Christ Jesus as their Savior? How do we reconcile that they choose hell, a hell that they clearly don't believe exists. How do we reconcile that they effectively are telling us we are a liar when we tell them that Jesus is the Truth, and we want nothing more for them than their Salvation?
We give it all to God. We trust God, with our entire heart, mind and soul, and all of our strength. We pray for them daily. We do not allow it to deter our daily pursuit of living a more Christ like life and sharing the Gospel, but we instead use it as fuel for the fire of the Holy Spirit within. For Him to shine so bright through us that one can't help but say, "I'll have what He is having please." Live in the presence of God every waking moment. Praise and rejoice in Him in everything you do. Allow His joy and peace into your heart. Leave the rest to the Lord. He does not disappoint.
And lastly, I remember that anyone in my life that knew Christ the way I know Him now, watched me for 36 years, and prayed and didn't give up on me either, no matter how discouraging it may have been. That they knew I was blinded to the truth, tricked by the adversary, and they tried to not take offense to me denying what they were telling me was true. They trusted God, and knew it would be on His time, not their own, if it were to happen. And even with the notion that it may never happen for me, they persisted with an abundance of grace as only found through Jesus Christ, the Son of God, our Lord and Savior, and an undying faith everlasting out of love for Him.

I saw a tik tok video of a person talking about when their parents abused them and tried to make them spend time with them. Ik narcs often do this so they don’t feel guilt so they force often themselves into your room later after the abuse and make you hug it out so THEY don't feel bad. My mom did this when she abused me. My dad abused me too but he did nothing. Sat down ate food and watched tv like nothing happened. While my Nmom tried making me hug her so she won’t feel guilty.
When I didn’t oblige she threaten to hurt me again after she just saiid she’d never hit me when she literally hit me hours ago. The gaslight is insane. She barged in my room, didn’t care that I didn’t want to talk to her. She sat on my bed and when I refused to talk to her she slammed her fist on my work desk in my room then threatened me. I felt so digsited after laying in my bed when she sat on her. There wa so much abusive slug energy so I washed the sheets.
Truth isyou just have to let them or they'll get angry again. That’s what my Nmom did. She got angry so fast. Major anger issues. it's such a helpless state feeling so enraged and frightened yet receiving a hug from them. My Nmom just gaslighted me not once but twice in a row then has the audacity to hug me. Called me insane when I was loosing my mind. I kept repeating “I’m sorry I’m sorry” over and over after she hit me. I was in pure fear and my reaction was well granted. But all my Nmom saw was that her daughter was scared of her. But I had every right to, she didn’t like that. Cuz that mad her look bad.

Hi everyone, I wanted to share my personal experience with DCS and ask if anyone knows of similar cases and/or has any kind of advice for me. Before you suggest I go see a medical professional: I’m in constant exchange with several dive doctors; however, given that it’s quite a fragmented field, I thought posting here might be worth a shot. In any case: take care of yourself, especially while diving!
A brief summary of my case: - I was doing my Open Water Diver on the Philippines in May 2022; despite conservative diving within all limits, I experienced Type 1-2 DCS symptoms after the 3rd/last day of diving (numbness of my left arm, strong fatigue, nausea, rash all over my back). I didn't associate these symptoms with DCS and only went to a dive doctor after roughly a week. This is when I underwent 2 consecutive treatments in a hyperbaric chamber for the first time (2.5h each, ~18m). After that, the symptoms were gone, and the doctor advised me to pause diving for a month. - In July 2022, I went for my Advanced Open Water Diver - again adhering to all limits and diving extra conservatively; yet I still experienced mild DCS symptoms after the 3rd/last day of diving (tingling in my left hand, mild rash, light tiredness/confusion). I had already left the dive center by this time, so I went to a hospital the next day and got treated with pure oxygen for 90min. The symptoms went away for a few hours yet reappeared the day after, so I went to a local dive doctor and underwent 1 treatment in the hyperbaric chamber (2.5h, ~18m). As a result, the symptoms disappeared, yet reappeared after ~5-7 days in the form of deep joint pain and increased tiredness all day round. - I was flying back home a week later, consulting a dive doctor right upon arrival. She insisted on me getting my heart checked before I could be treated in the chamber again; as part of this check-up, a PFO was found, likely explaining the DCS symptoms despite the conservative diving. My dive doctor said that the existence of the PFO would increase the risk of a further chamber treatment due to possible emboli, which is why I haven't undergone treatment immediately afterwards. - To tackle the problem, I underwent surgery at the beginning of September 2022 as part of which my PFO was closed. 4 months after the surgery, in January 2023, I took another 10 sessions in the hyperbaric chamber here in Sweden (1.5h each, ~18m). At first, it seemed as if the therapy would help - I felt much better right after each session. However, once I started doing sports again a couple of days after the treatment ended, my symptoms came back at almost the same level.
As of now, I feel increased tiredness frequently throughout the day, as well as joint pain (mostly in my hips and knees) every other hour. I also still experience a feeling of tingling/numbness in my left wrist every now and then, as well as a twitch in my left shouldechest region. During the week, my symptoms are somewhat bearable - my work keeps me very concentrated and I manage not to focus too much on them. However, during the weekends there’s barely a day where I’m not completely worn out or feel stronger pain in the mentioned areas. One of the dive doctors speculated that the second incident of DCS triggered an inflammatory disease where several regions of cells are undergoing hypoxia, similar to arthritis or osteonecrosis, explaining the joint pain. He believes my tiredness would come from the increased energy my immune system would expend to cope with this disease.
I thought I'd reach out to you, share my story and kindly ask you for your advice if anyone ha any. Have you experienced/heard of similar incidents in the past? All input is appreciated.
Thanks a lot & cheers!

ok i know this sounds like a super lame creepypasta but i swear it’s real and it scarred me as a child.
when i was a little kid (maybe 5 years old at most, so somewhere between 2001-2006), we rented either a vhs tape or a dvd from blockbuster. it was a hello kitty tv show/movie or maybe a collection of shorts. in one of the last scenes, i distinctly remember the frog character jumping off this red bridge that went over a little river. i’m almost positive that it was intentional, not an accidental fall. after he jumped off, his ghost flew up into the sky as all of his friends said goodbye and cried. i don’t have a ton of details since i was so young, but i can draw a couple of shots that i can remember compositionally if that would help anyone.
i had no concept of death at that age, let alone suicide, so i wouldn’t have had the ability to come up with that on my own. i remember being really scared and hiding under the covers until i eventually cried myself to sleep. i was the only one awake/watching the tv at the time so i’m the only one that would be able to remember this happening.
i’ve tried scouring the internet for any mention of this, but i can’t find anything. i seem to be the only person that saw this for some reason.
i’m almost 22 and i’m dying to see it now that i’m an adult. the main thing that bugs me is how it got into a blockbuster if it was made as some kind of bootleg, or how it hasn’t been talked about online if it was officially made by the hello kitty people.

I haven't been feeling much at all for I think the last few years. Whenever I laugh, I know that I am able to stop laughing if I felt like it. Like all my laughs are just fake laughs. I don't remember what joy feels like, I just feel empty. The only emotions I feel like I still have are sadness and madness, though these are a rare occurence. Most of the time I don't have a hint of emotion within me, but I feel like I pretend on the outside. I haven't had any traumatic experiences or anything big that might have triggered this.
I'm not quite sure if this is depression or not. I still have goals and wants, like for example I love playing video games, though I still don't feel joy from playing them. Might have to see a therapist. But have any of you went through the same thing? Any suggestions to regain my emotions, if even possible?

Here’s my silly testimony. I’m autistic by the way. Not related to my testimony, but it will explain a lot of my behaviors in this story.
These are not very recent events by the way. Except the last part about the job stuff.
I was raised Christian but I didn’t know much about Christianity. All I knew was to hate lgbtq+ people, pray for my food and pray before bed, but I never knew who I was praying to and why. I was just reciting the same script over and over. Nobody told me why Jesus died.
So I tried to fulfill myself with other things. I tried EVERYTHING. New Age spirituality, some nerdy philosophy stuff, smoked lemongrass at some point because a friend told me it worked for them (it doesn’t and it’s actually really silly in retrospect (but it smells GOOD(and makes really really good tea))), therapy, antidepressants & Ritalin (ADHD meds* (there’s a footnote at the bottom of this post)), but none of those gave me fulfillment.
I had deconstructed and I tried EVERYTHING to avoid Christianity. Something about just hearing about Jesus gave me an ick and made me want to throw up. I was part of the queer community (still am now) and participated in a lot of the hatred against Christians because a lot of them hated us back.
I was FAR from God. I was a passionate atheist and I’d ignore and laugh at every testimony.
An evangelist came up to me one day and asked me if I knew Jesus Christ, I said I did and they said something but I zoned out and started crying because I was already really stressed and overstimulated at that point and it was a bad time to come up to me.
Anyway, I got a Christian partner later on, and something about her was off. She never got really angry at me. We did have our disputes because it was human, but she dealt with it so well, it was uncanny. There was something about her that was so peaceful. This energy.
I knew a lot of good secular people who lived great lifestyles, but something about her… it’s hard to explain.
I decided to try and deconstruct her. So I showed them a bunch of videos by Genetically Modified Skeptic (great channel btw) and they kinda just giggled.
I was like… hello??? I had managed to deconstruct a lot of my Christian friends, but something was WRONG with her. Usually they were all left speechless and then I caught them at a dead end when they said something along the lines of “mysterious ways” and I led them to atheism or agnosticism.
But no. She didn’t care about theology. She had God IN her. She did defend a few things, but she said there’s no point in bombarding me with apologetics because no amount of theology would be enough to bring me to God.
I later decided I wanted to break up with them because I decided she’s a terrible person that needs a God to do good deeds or something along those lines. But I knew that wasn’t true. She did too. It’s much deeper than that. There was some sort of other force in her making her so… nearly perfect. And it wasn’t afterlife fear. She didn’t even believe in hell. She believed everyone went to heaven eventually and focused more on the now and the blessings God could bring her and how she would bless people around her.
I was confused. And ANGRY. We didn’t break up just yet, and she decided to bring me to a church. Sadly, the church was too overstimulating to me and I DID end up having a meltdown. A bad one. An embarrassing one. A PUBLIC ONE. Probably traumatizing to everyone around me. Some guy said I was possessed, which made it worse. 🙃
But that was no biggie, we just decided to do it at home because it was safer for me. We listened to a few old Hillsong songs and Gungor stuff and whatever. I put on my noise cancellers because I didn’t want to hear any stupid Christian music.
And she told me I’m TRYING not to listen and purposely blinding myself and since God was definitely not real to me, it shouldn’t be such a problem to hear a Christian song. I was really hurt by that (because I’m emotional as hell), but I did listen to the music. I liked it for the way it sounded, it had a nice rock vibe to it and it was way better than a lot of the CCM I grew up with.
I didn’t understand what the music was for…? But she then tried to pray for me and I was hesitant to stay in the room and let her do it, but at this point… what did I have to lose?
This is the silly part. Don’t remember what she prayed about, but man, I started crying. I thought I was about to have a meltdown, but the room was really quiet and I had my noise cancellers on and my shades and my leg warmers so I had not much reason to have one.
I got a tickling feeling in my chest and tears came out. Tears I was bottling in for YEARS. I just felt… amazing. It was awesome. It felt like my inner child came back to life.
It also turned out she was praying for me behind the scenes for a bit before that.
I was really really at peace and joy for the next few days. No, it wasn’t enough to turn me Christian because I still was avoiding that area and still really certain I was right, but I became agnostic because you can’t just IGNORE that. I was open to anything. Most of my anxiety (the irrational kind, not the anxiety of me worrying about having another public meltdown or the silly social anxiety) cleared up. I previously thought I had a personality disorder because I heard those can’t be cured and medicine didn’t work for that anxiety for me. But it was gone all of a sudden.
We’re still close friends. I couldn’t go to a church because of this silly disability I have, but I had this very strong conviction that I should come to Christ. So I did. Didn’t really know how to, I just declared myself a Christian. Just the label.
Then I read four gospels and Pauline stuff, watched brief summaries by BibleProject on some of the other books, and watched a lot of InspiringPhilosophy videos.
Then I decided to TRY to go to church and find the day where it was least busy so I wouldn’t have another meltdown. I made a time to go to the priest personally, and we did that, he talked about Jesus and faith and works and stuff I don’t really remember and I couldn’t really understand what he was saying most of the time (because of this SILLY disability), plus I was kinda uncomfortable because he thought I was weird and I could see it in his face.
So I just decided to watch a few sermons on YouTube because you can’t have subtitles in real life, and I talked to my friend (who was my ex partner) about it.
I have now accepted Jesus’ gift of salvation and I’ve become much of a better person.
I removed a lot of stuff from this because apparently Reddit has a 7000 character limit so I’m gonna put the rest in the comments.
Footnote: ADHD is a REAL neurological disability. I still need those meds for daily functioning, but I was saying they didn’t make me happy or fix the off-ness I felt. Please don’t stop taking your meds if you need them. While we have faith, remember to be wise. Be WISE. If your doctor tells you to take some meds, TAKE THEM. If you NEED a surgery, go to a SURGEON and not a PRIEST.

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Chapter 5 - Smoke
Northern Facility, Vanstead Dukedom of Augustein, Year 990
The building fell to pieces in a spiraling wave. From its center, the air heated until it burned to touch and stung to breathe. Fires streaked outwards, radiating like sunlight, as web-like cracks expanded throughout what was once solid walls. Then, one by one, the layers of stone fell apart. Scattered debris knocked into neighboring rooms, and more hallways pancaked beneath a growing cloud of grey smoke.
From the outside, it looked like a sudden explosion, a single attack that rendered a solid silhouette into scattered pieces. Onlookers would say they remembered hearing screams, some even recalling writhing shadows within the smoke. Still others would swear they caught fleeting glimpses of an Aberration, the creature they believed responsible for the attack. Those who believed the destruction came from within would dispute this claim, suggesting that any perpetrator would’ve died amidst the flames and rubble.
The facility, once merely an abandoned, distant old building that few travelers would give a second glance, became the talk of the town in its ruins.
It was only when the bodies were found in the aftermath that the rampant speculation quieted to whispered suggestions. No one was willing to raise their voices amidst the dead, and though the identities of the victims were unknown, that day would still be permanently marked in the town’s history as a great tragedy.
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Winrow, Vanstead Dukedom of Augustein, Year 990
Joan slammed the drink down on the counter, and the sound rang throughout the little tavern. A few other clients glanced her way, pausing their murmured conversations. At this hour of the day, when the sun was only just beginning to lower from its peak, the tavern was still relatively empty. Once night fell, Joan knew tired workers getting off their shifts would stop by after dinner, and the place would grow rowdy with laughter.
Seated on the stool beside her, Leila frowned. She was wearing her watchman’s uniform, though she’d rolled up her sleeves. Her hands were still adorned with their usual dark gloves. In all the years Joan had known the woman, she’d never seen her take those gloves off. It was rare enough to see her without her uniform, even on days off like this one.
A watchman is never off duty, Leila had said once. Joan hadn’t been able to argue against that.
“Bad morning?” Leila asked. Joan sighed.
“You could say that,” she muttered. She picked up her glass and took a deep gulp, enjoying the bitter stinging in her throat. Leila watched her carefully.
“...Did the girl wake up?”
Joan winced and shook her head. “Not yet,” she said, voice quiet. She stared down at the uneven wooden grains of the counter, absentmindedly tracing their swirling patterns with her eyes.
Joan hadn’t known what to expect when she’d seen the smoke. It was rare enough for her to leave Winrow these days, but Leila had asked her to head to Magrath to purchase ore for the watchmen. She typically went herself, but she was busy, the woman had said apologetically. Joan was the only one besides her in the village with a high enough license to purchase the amount of ore they would need for training and scouting. Joan hadn’t been too keen on it at first, but she’d reluctantly agreed. It wasn’t Leila’s fault that the Sovereign had put a hold on temporary ore purchase permits, after all, and she’d known the woman for many decades. And so, Joan had left Winrow and made the trip to Magreth, her old court magician license nestled in her pouch beside the heavy weight of the coins Leila had provided for the purchases.
The trip took longer than expected, but she miraculously hadn’t run into any Aberrations along the way or on the road back. Instead, when she was less than an hour away from Winrow, Joan had seen clouds of smoke billowing into the sky. Instinct had taken over, and she’d ran in the direction of the smoke without thinking.
She hadn’t expected to find a pile of ruins where an old abandoned building had once stood. A crowd had gathered around, whispering and pointing at the still glowing embers lighting up the gaps between sharp debris and charred grass. Her old training had taken hold, and Joan had commanded the onlookers to search for survivors.
A few hours later, they’d found nothing but charred bodies. Her stomach roiled when she saw how small some of them were. There had been children there, trapped within those walls, when the entire building had collapsed.
An old rumor had risen up in her memory, but she’d ignored it in favor of focusing on the immediate task at hand. One of the onlookers was sent to bring the watchmen, and until then Joan sat and waited.
She wasn’t sure what compelled her to go back to the ruins and search again, some hours later. Perhaps it was the growing unease, perhaps she’d simply needed to do something. She was glad she did, otherwise she would’ve missed the motionless figure trapped beneath a pile of debris whose breaths were shallow, but distinctly alive.
“How bad are the injuries?”
Joan looked back up at Leila. She frowned, lips drawn in a thin line.
“Bad,” she said. Joan shook her head. “It’s a miracle she survived. I think the rubble might’ve protected her from the flames. Most of the wounds were from being crushed.”
Leila winced in sympathy. “Poor girl,” she muttered.
Joan grunted in acknowledgement, gaze still distant. Leila frowned at her, furrowing her brows.
“Is there something else?”
Joan stared into her drink, swirling the liquid around in one hand. She tipped it back and took a slower sip this time before setting the glass back down.
“...Do you remember those old rumors, back when the coup happened?”
Leila squinted her eyes like she always did when she was thinking. “Which ones? There was an awful lot of stuff that came out,” she remarked in a half-hearted attempt at a joke. Joan, however, remained somber.
“The experiments in northern Vanstead,” she said.
Leila’s eyes widened before the watchman’s expression morphed into a more serious one. She gripped her own cup but made no move to drink, instead simply tightening her fingers around the glass. The woman exhaled.
“I thought it was propaganda,” she muttered.
Joan shook her head. “I did too,” she admitted. “But, Leila, those scars… I can’t think of any other way to explain them. Wounds like that don’t just happen.”
Leila was quiet, eyes flickering with disbelief that slowly settled into weary acceptance. The two of them had known each other long enough for Leila to know that Joan wouldn’t be mistaken about something like this.
Joan ran a hand through her hair, tugging on some of the greying strands. “I can’t believe I ever supported the Raymoths,” she muttered.
Leila patted her back. “It’s not your fault. All of us did, including me.”
“It’s different. I was a Rose.”
“You were a doctor.”
“A doctor who healed the wrong people, clearly.”
Leila sighed and raised her drink. “It’s over now, at least,” she muttered.
Joan nodded in agreement. She held up her glass as well, and the two women wordlessly clinked their glasses together before taking long sips. They sat in silence afterwards. Around them, a few more patrons were beginning to filter into the tavern as the sun slid closer to the horizon. The noise around them grew.
Finally, without turning, Leila asked, “How much magic do you have left?”
Joan stared down at her bare hands. Wrinkles were visible on the looser skin, remnants of the passing years. It still felt odd sometimes, to not look down and see those crisp white gloves she’d worn for so long. She’d gotten another pair when she came back for when she had to use magic, ones made of thick brown cloth, but they didn’t have the same feeling.
“Enough,” Joan answered simply.
Leila’s eyes flickered over to her. She hesitated. “If you’d like, I wouldn’t mind giving you some ore. The watchmen don’t need much.”
Joan chuckled. “I don’t think a sergeant should be saying that in public.” She shook her head. “I’d rather not go to court over unauthorized ore usage.” She was already lucky enough to have retired before the coup, or she probably would’ve been killed with the other old Roses who had served the Raymoths. She wasn’t keen on testing fate again.
Leila snorted as well, but her laughter soon died down into something more somber.
“Be careful, okay?” she said. Her voice lowered, and she spoke with increased urgency. “I’m serious, you know. If your reserves get close to a third, tell me.”
Joan smiled thinly.
“I will.”
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The house was dark when Joan entered. She fumbled around for the oil lamp she always kept by the door, then made her usual rounds of lighting the candles within the small home until the space was filled with a soft, warm glow. Joan set the oil lamp down and sighed, taking a moment to adjust to the silence. She’d ended up staying at the tavern longer than expected, and it had, as expected, grown rather loud. In the past she would’ve joined in on the rowdiness, but now she just found herself weary. She shook her head, wondering if this was what aging felt like.
Joan turned and crept across the creaking floorboards until she reached a room situated near the end of the hallway. Inhaling, she slowly opened the door and stepped inside.
Three cots had been crammed into the space, all of their sheets folded neatly and kept clean despite two of them not seeing use in a long time. A light breeze fluttered in from the open window, giving the space a slight chill that made her shiver. The curtains billowed in the wind, and Joan stepped over to close the window.
Once she was done, she turned around to stare down at the one occupied cot. Lying beneath the blankets, a girl slept so still that she could easily be mistaken for a corpse. Joan frowned and took a seat on a small stool set beside the head of the bed.
Maybe “girl” wasn’t accurate. On closer inspection, she was probably a young adult, though her malnourished limbs and closed eyes made her look much younger. Her hands were folded over the blankets, and between the heavy bandages and wrappings, Joan could make out hints of scars beneath. She closed her eyes, inhaling and exhaling. Finally, the woman opened her eyes again and raised her hands above the still form.
A soft mauve light glowed from the center of her palm. Swirling, delicate markings climbed up her arms as numbers appeared on the back of her hands. It still felt strange to see them instead of simply sensing them like she had when she’d worn the gloves every day.
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FORM MAJOR
Magic Reserves: 39,876 → 39,864 / 118,604
Maximum Output: 12
Variability: 9
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The light enveloped the unconscious figure, surrounding her in a soft glow. Joan closed her eyes, ignoring the immediate exhaustion that began every time she used magic these days. She forced herself to focus on the wounds.
In the back of her mind, she muttered a silent apology to Leila. But no matter what the other woman said, she had known the second she’d seen those scars that there was nothing she wouldn’t do to ensure the girl in front of her woke up again.
It was the least she could do.
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Everyday, I pray that everyone believes in Jesus Christ someday and for Salvation for every soul, in Jesus Christ's name. This is to say, to whomever is reading this, I pray for you, your family, and your friends every single day. I pray for you to accept and receive the only thing that really matters, if you haven't already.
I am not naive, I completely accept that this prayer may not pan out for everyone. I love God the same (which is with my everything) regardless of that fact. The truth is, I want it for them more than they want it for themselves, in many situations. I cannot accept the truth for them, just as no one was able to believe in Jesus Christ on my behalf.
The Bible is clear in that there will be a falling out, as my brother in Christ, Joe, explained to me, we are experiencing it now, look around. A vast majority of people will be blind and deaf to receiving the truth. You may ask, well why would God do that? Yeah, I used to question Him, I'm not telling you not too. I am telling you that I don't , or at least I try not too. I give in to Him completely with my everything, accepting He is in control, and that He knows better than me. He is Sovereign, and our willingness or lack thereof doesn't not change that truth.
God states He wants everyone to be saved, so my prayer is in accordance with His will, He doesn't say they will though. This tells me that, if my family and friends are not saved, the blood isn't on God's hands, it is on their own. Should this deter me from trying to spread the Gospel? No, because I don't know who will eventually accept Christ, and furthermore, I can't find a reality where I can give up on anyone. Christ tells me to forgive, so I do. If you have truly forgiven someone, and you love them (we should love everyone, we are all neighbors on earth) then why would I give up on them?
I know there is scripture stating to effectively brush the dust off your sandals and walk away from those unwilling to hear it. I try, for the most part, to not berate strangers with the Gospel after they've heard it from me. You might say, well they already know it, so your first attempt is possibly the hundredth attempt from others having tried. I hear you, but their is a very likely chance that their exposure to the Gospel was a tainted and hateful explanation by a self proclaimed Christian that in no way even tries to walk with Christ. I try and if they don't want to hear it, I proceed with speaking the Gospel through my actions so as to not drive them away.
So how do we live with the possible reality that our spouse, parents, children, extended family, and friends may make the personal choice to never accept Christ Jesus as their Savior? How do we reconcile that they choose hell, a hell that they clearly don't believe exists. How do we reconcile that they effectively are telling us we are a liar when we tell them that Jesus is the Truth, and we want nothing more for them than their Salvation?
We give it all to God. We trust God, with our entire heart, mind and soul, and all of our strength. We pray for them daily. We do not allow it to deter our daily pursuit of living a more Christ like life and sharing the Gospel, but we instead use it as fuel for the fire of the Holy Spirit within. For Him to shine so bright through us that one can't help but say, "I'll have what He is having please." Live in the presence of God every waking moment. Praise and rejoice in Him in everything you do. Allow His joy and peace into your heart. Leave the rest to the Lord. He does not disappoint.
And lastly, I remember that anyone in my life that knew Christ the way I know Him now, watched me for 36 years, and prayed and didn't give up on me either, no matter how discouraging it may have been. That they knew I was blinded to the truth, tricked by the adversary, and they tried to not take offense to me denying what they were telling me was true. They trusted God, and knew it would be on His time, not their own, if it were to happen. And even with the notion that it may never happen for me, they persisted with an abundance of grace as only found through Jesus Christ, the Son of God, our Lord and Savior, and an undying faith everlasting out of love for Him.

Everyday, I pray that everyone believes in Jesus Christ someday and for Salvation for every soul, in Jesus Christ's name. This is to say, to whomever is reading this, I pray for you, your family, and your friends every single day. I pray for you to accept and receive the only thing that really matters, if you haven't already.
I am not naive, I completely accept that this prayer may not pan out for everyone. I love God the same (which is with my everything) regardless of that fact. The truth is, I want it for them more than they want it for themselves, in many situations. I cannot accept the truth for them, just as no one was able to believe in Jesus Christ on my behalf.
The Bible is clear in that there will be a falling out, as my brother in Christ, Joe, explained to me, we are experiencing it now, look around. A vast majority of people will be blind and deaf to receiving the truth. You may ask, well why would God do that? Yeah, I used to question Him, I'm not telling you not too. I am telling you that I don't , or at least I try not too. I give in to Him completely with my everything, accepting He is in control, and that He knows better than me. He is Sovereign, and our willingness or lack thereof doesn't not change that truth.
God states He wants everyone to be saved, so my prayer is in accordance with His will, He doesn't say they will though. This tells me that, if my family and friends are not saved, the blood isn't on God's hands, it is on their own. Should this deter me from trying to spread the Gospel? No, because I don't know who will eventually accept Christ, and furthermore, I can't find a reality where I can give up on anyone. Christ tells me to forgive, so I do. If you have truly forgiven someone, and you love them (we should love everyone, we are all neighbors on earth) then why would I give up on them?
I know there is scripture stating to effectively brush the dust off your sandals and walk away from those unwilling to hear it. I try, for the most part, to not berate strangers with the Gospel after they've heard it from me. You might say, well they already know it, so your first attempt is possibly the hundredth attempt from others having tried. I hear you, but their is a very likely chance that their exposure to the Gospel was a tainted and hateful explanation by a self proclaimed Christian that in no way even tries to walk with Christ. I try and if they don't want to hear it, I proceed with speaking the Gospel through my actions so as to not drive them away.
So how do we live with the possible reality that our spouse, parents, children, extended family, and friends may make the personal choice to never accept Christ Jesus as their Savior? How do we reconcile that they choose hell, a hell that they clearly don't believe exists. How do we reconcile that they effectively are telling us we are a liar when we tell them that Jesus is the Truth, and we want nothing more for them than their Salvation?
We give it all to God. We trust God, with our entire heart, mind and soul, and all of our strength. We pray for them daily. We do not allow it to deter our daily pursuit of living a more Christ like life and sharing the Gospel, but we instead use it as fuel for the fire of the Holy Spirit within. For Him to shine so bright through us that one can't help but say, "I'll have what He is having please." Live in the presence of God every waking moment. Praise and rejoice in Him in everything you do. Allow His joy and peace into your heart. Leave the rest to the Lord. He does not disappoint.
And lastly, I remember that anyone in my life that knew Christ the way I know Him now, watched me for 36 years, and prayed and didn't give up on me either, no matter how discouraging it may have been. That they knew I was blinded to the truth, tricked by the adversary, and they tried to not take offense to me denying what they were telling me was true. They trusted God, and knew it would be on His time, not their own, if it were to happen. And even with the notion that it may never happen for me, they persisted with an abundance of grace as only found through Jesus Christ, the Son of God, our Lord and Savior, and an undying faith everlasting out of love for Him.

Creativity is the lifeblood of an artist, but even the most inspired minds can occasionally experience a formidable obstacle known as artist's block. It is a phenomenon that stifles creativity, leaving artists feeling stuck and devoid of fresh ideas. However, by exploring various techniques, we can break free from the chains of artist's block and rediscover the boundless realm of imagination. In this article, we will delve into effective strategies to unleash creativity and reignite the artistic flame.

1. Embrace Mindful Observation: The world around us is a treasure trove of inspiration. Engage in mindful observation by immersing yourself in your surroundings. Notice the interplay of light and shadow, the intricate details, and the subtle nuances that often go unnoticed. By training your senses to observe, you open the gateway to a multitude of creative possibilities.
2. Experiment with New Mediums: Stepping out of your artistic comfort zone can be a catalyst for fresh ideas. Experiment with new mediums, techniques, or art forms that you've never explored before. The process of learning and adapting to something unfamiliar can stimulate your brain, spark curiosity, and breathe new life into your creativity.
3. Seek Inspiration Beyond Art: Inspiration can be found in various realms outside of traditional art. Delve into literature, music, cinema, or even science to discover narratives, emotions, and concepts that resonate with you. Drawing connections between different art forms can ignite unique ideas and perspectives that fuel your creative endeavors.
4. Engage in Collaborative Projects: Collaboration can be a powerful antidote to artist's block. Join forces with fellow artists or individuals from different creative fields to embark on collaborative projects. The exchange of ideas, perspectives, and techniques can stimulate your own creativity and push you beyond your artistic boundaries.
5. Embrace Playfulness and Experimentation: Sometimes, the pressure to create something perfect can stifle creativity. Embrace playfulness and experimentation by setting aside expectations and allowing yourself to explore without judgment. Engage in spontaneous mark-making, doodling, or abstract expression to unlock your creative flow and discover unexpected gems.
6. Engage in Regular Artistic Rituals: Establishing a regular artistic routine can help overcome creative blocks. Set aside dedicated time for your art, whether it's daily, weekly, or as your schedule allows. Treat it as a sacred ritual, a commitment to nurturing your creativity. Even during uninspired moments, the act of showing up and engaging with your artistic practice can reignite the spark.
7. Connect with the Art Community: Surrounding yourself with like-minded individuals can be an immense source of inspiration and motivation. Connect with fellow artists through local art groups, workshops, or online communities. Participate in critiques, share ideas, and engage in discussions. The collective energy of the art community can invigorate your creative spirit and offer support during challenging times.

Artist's block may occasionally cast its shadow, but by implementing these strategies, you can unleash your creativity and break free from its grasp. Embrace mindful observation, experiment with new mediums, seek inspiration beyond art, engage in collaboration, embrace playfulness, establish regular artistic rituals, and connect with the art community. Remember, creativity knows no bounds, and with perseverance and an open mind, you can reignite the flame and embark on an exciting artistic journey of discovery.

https://youtu.be/7GZxzT5vRcE
I live in Moscow. My name is Arthur. Jesus found me in 1993. Once in the presence of my friends I overdosed from drugs and had clinical death. Then I met God. God said:"Look down. You have died". I looked down and understood that I had died. He showed me all my life and sins on a screen. There was nothing good. I saw all the terrible things I had done , even those that I had done at night and had thought nobody would ever know about them. I was really afraid and thought that would go to the hell. Then God said to me:"I will give you a chance to go back. Return and live in a way I want, as the Bible says." After that I came to life and devoted myself to the Lord for almost 28 years and tell every person that Jesus loves him.
GOD LOVES YOU! Dear friend, It is very important to know that we all are sinners.For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.Jesus is alive today, too, alive and mighty to help and save those, who call and believe in Him. Believe in the Lord Jesus and you will be saved--you and your household.Now it is the time to receive Jesus Christ as the Lord and Savior. Come to God and He will accept you. Say the following: "Dear God, forgive all my sins, come into my heart and life, be my Lord and Savior, bless my family and my country". To know God better read the New Testament of the Bible. God bless you!

For a few years I (F24) was friends with what I believe was a narcissist (same age & gender as me). She was consistently rude in tone and expected more from me than I could give. We had a huge argument the last day of our friendship and for some reason I still feel guilty. I didn't start to become resentful in our friendship until a year or so when she started getting more comfortable being rude and condescending towards me. I marked it off by telling myself it was just her personality and I shouldn't take it personal but over time I grew to resent her in all honestly and denied it for years because there were plenty of times she was a good friend. I was there for her whenever she needed me, she didn't do the same for me in-fact a few times I told her I was feeling depressed, sad, etc she took it as a personal attack on her even if that was not the case at all. She would make small comments about how people like me more than her or comments on my appearance but in a way that put herself down and Id constantly have to put myself down in order to make her feel better. Those are only two things she did that I can remember off the top of my head. After a few years of mistreatment I began not being as good of a friend and I once was. I stopped making plans to go out as frequently (we lived together but she still took this personally), I wasn't perfect or as good of a friend as I was in the beginning stages of our friendship but for some reason because of that I feel SO guilty. I know why I wasn't a perfect friend in her eyes during that time, I know that this happened TWO years ago and has ended but I still feel the effects of her abuse and the guilt eats me alive. Everyday I think about her and feel shameful like I did something wrong trying to remember my wrongs. It's the past and I'm trying to hard to let go and move on but I can't.

Mods you can delete if needed, but as a recently converted swiftie it seems Taylor has really been blowing up in the past few years. From the outside, this looks to be the most famous and success she’s ever had?
My question is do you think she’s going continue this tour, recording, release pace for the next day 5+ years? Or will she be slowing down. Never thought she’d be more famous than she was earlier in her career.

I go through life with a smile on my face and a friendly attitude. People that just met me think I am so sociable and funny.
I pretty much want to die all day, all the time.
I am like a miserable blob of unhappiness and anxiety that lives in a colorful, but very brittle shell. I act happy all the time when I am around other people so when I am finally alone, it's the only time i can breathe. I just want to be alone all the time. It's not that I hate the actual people, it's just that I feel like I am running on a treadmill, sweating and smiling the whole time.
What complicates things is I have a young son, and I live with my mother since my divorce. My divorce shattered every bit of self esteem, trust in humanity, and stability I have. I am deeply, horribly depressed, so anxious I am nauseous all the time, and I am never alone. I love my son more than anything and he is the reason I haven't pressed the eject button on this terrible life, but it is so exhausting trying to be the mom I am supposed to be and still failing. I am always happy sweet mom, but sometimes the cracks are showing and my real self creeps out. I feel so guilty. I don't want to be a pessimistic deadbeat mom who never wants to leave the house but that is who I really am.
My mother believes my depression and anxiety stem from selfishness. If I would stop thinking about myself all the time, I would feel better. You can see the problem growing up with and now living with someone like that. I am grateful for her letting me live in her house, but it is misery. My stomach drops and my heart pounds whenever she knocks on my bedroom door. I horde everything in my room so i can avoid her as much as possible. I feel guilty because i am grateful to her. I am too poor to leave.
The only person I ever trusted (it took so many years for me to get there, to believe I could be loved) betrayed me and left me shattered. He lives with the person he had an affair with and she is better than me in every way. Even my son likes her. I have no self worth. I don't believe anyone would ever really love me, even as a friend. I avoid people, and the people I can't avoid, I keep at arms length and fake my happy personality. Whenever I have reached out, I feel ignored or rejected. I am invisible unless someone needs something.
I feel so tired and people like my mother scoff at me because i shouldn't be tired unless I have actually done something tiring... I am so lonely but I don't want to be around anyone. I feel like living is like treading water, but I feel a cramp coming on. I can't keep this up.

Reading your posts encouraged me to do it.
I moved to Florida from MX four years ago, and I've been struggling to make friends. Despite attending churches, language barriers and cultural differences make it challenging for me to connect with people. Additionally, I deleted my Instagram due to addiction and I don't want to use dating apps, which further limits my opportunities. The people in this community have their own lifelong friends, and it seems they are not open to accepting new people.
While I attend a warmer and more welcoming church an hour away, the distance makes it difficult to fully participate in activities or socialize outside of church. I fear that time is passing quickly, and I haven't met anyone with whom I connect romantically.
I haven't considered people I've met outside of church as potential romantic partners because they don't share my Christian beliefs. However, lately, I've been feeling discouraged and starting to doubt if I will ever find someone. That's why I decided to reach out to this community for advice and support.

I saw an ad for the RotB Robosen Optimus and man, Peter Cullen isn't getting any younger. Or Garry Chalk and Frank Welker for that matter.
I saw James Earl Jones did this for Vader, so I mean, there's precedence. It's not as bad as them deepfaking Peter Cushing or Mark Hamill.
Now, personally, I think we need to move on from the Optimus/Megatron mythology, and it seems they're kinda doing that with the Netflix trilogy, EarthSpark and the new movie. I really like EarthSpark cause it's moving on and not purely rehashing (also the characterization and writing for Optimus as morally torn awkward dad, and Megatron as a war weary moral center is great and I like the voice performances) but I certainly do see the appeal and enjoy the classic voices.
My personal favorite Optimus voice is Garry Chalk cause that's what I grew up with, but regardless, getting a new voice for such iconic characters is hard. Not to disrespect Jake Foushee but him trying to do an impression and the poor writing did him no favors.
Then I saw this video, which showed me that a voice cloning "performance" didn't have to be completely flat. Thoughts?
https://youtu.be/XhOTyxaitwM

If ever a more bizarre case that I took, If ever an odder poem for this book, I’d never locate despite how hard I look, An icier tale that my curiosity did hook.
Called to the harbor one dreary eve, A sea captain dead, a sailor deceived, A crew distraught, all were aggrieved, Killer apprehended, or so we believed.
Now below deck to follow night’s thread, To demon locked in brig I was then led, And before me I saw two more men dead, Across monster’s face a smile then spread.
Calm and collected as nothing were amiss, A man bathed in serenity, irrevocable bliss, Unshackled and now free, this he did hiss: “I come from the beyond, dreaded abyss.”
His voice burrowed deep, a purposeful dart, Beyond reason and logic, a truth to impart, Humans cannot fathom, a map cannot chart, Infinite and unchallenged linguistical art.
He spoke to the souls of the men now froze, Bypassing their ears and beliefs they chose, To deliver dark wisdom that nobody knows, Every thought is a thorn growing off the rose.
A cosmic river exists, where knowledge dwells, From which springs have sprung so he did tell, As thought is fished out, new creek does swell, And so fresh realities gush from old inkwell.
Concepts are recycled, Good Book does say, Including our souls mystic religions convey, Then debate enters stage right into the play, And the old character Time enters the fray.
Neither days nor weeks matter to God, And so the celestial hosts consider it odd, We habitually follow a logic flawed, Allowing for clocks to keep up façade.
Seconds are a tool of our own making, For the baker to gauge the pastry baking, The farmer to know when to be waking, The maker to know when to be making.
Outside of here, this wondrous place, In realms beyond this human race, No clocks to be found, not even a trace, Hour hands do experiences replace.
Of reincarnation and having past lives, Incomplete version some did contrive, Each of us a river where realities thrive, A new path chosen, a new self arrives.
You will never know if you are you, Or tangent created from action anew, First of many your mind will construe, Yet splintered souls unsure in queue.
At this I waved for fiend to withdraw, To bite the tongue spinning this awe, And breaking the rules, bending law, A reality crumbling, built with straw.
It’s uneasy to believe a liar’s truths, Or entertain one’s falsehood mused, For want of interpretation refused, Yet actions taken left one confused.
I inquired after men that had to die, Leaving poor widows at graves to cry, The fiend offered up bizarre reply: “Events need catalysts so to apply.”
Some carry on where action untaken, Others in heavenly realms awaken, Slivers of souls go with men unshaken, Ignorant of split, the past is forsaken.
We’re one of infinite stories told, Cautionary tales for young and old, Shining stars across dark canopy cold, Shimmering diamonds, pure as gold.