We are looking for a fun, hard-working person to join our friendly team. Our team consists of 3 foreigner teachers and 3 bilingual Korean teachers. We focus on young learners at elementary school level and have designed a curriculum aimed at preparing our students for Cambridge YLE assessments.
Start date: ASAP or First Week of June ~ Third Week of June (Negotiable)
Job Description:
Full-time native English teacher responsible for teaching elementary students.
Monday ~ Friday :12:30 ~ 7:50
Up to 5.5 teaching hours per day plus preparation time each day.
Candidate requirements: Currently in Korea with F-type visa only Bachelors Degree or higher
Experience:
Some teaching experience required, working with young students preferred.
The ideal candidate will have a passion for education and a love of working with children.
You should have a good understanding of how to manage a classroom and the flexibility to manipulate lessons to meet the individual needs and levels of students. Patience, compassion, and the desire to build strong relationships with your students is important.
Enthusiasm and energy to incorporate into your lessons and the creativity to make learning fun.
Position Benefits include: Salary: 3.2 million won (Full Time), depending on experience
2 national insurances (Optional)
Paid vacation: (Summer Vacation and Winter Vacation) + national holidays
Why you should work with us: - Good location in Seoul (SEODAEMUN-GU)
- Fantastic kids in small class sizes (10 or fewer)
- Full training and support
- Interactive classroom materials - Salaries paid on time with employee record
- Special events - Build your career with support for external Cambridge teaching qualifications provided
If interested, please send the following information to manager at [lionenglish_[email protected]](mailto:[email protected])

1. Your current resume
2. Current photo
3. References or reference letters, if possible

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Part One:
https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/13v4lju/please_help_me_i_think_im_being_stalked_by/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3
Part Two:
It came again. Last night at exactly 10pm.
I don't even know how I'm going to tell you what happened. Or why I'm telling you. I guess I'm just hoping that somebody somewhere will help me to find a way to make it stop.
I packed my bags last night, shortly after writing to you guys on here. I thought that if I could get away from this place before 10pm, I would be able to find sanctuary away from this 'thing'. It took me ten minutes to grab everything that I own, shove it in a suitcase and throw it in the back of my truck, but deep down I knew it wouldn't let me leave.
The tyres on my banged out fiesta had been slashed completely. All four of them! Ripped to shreds like a beast had used them as a chew toy. There was an overwhelming smell of petrol as I walked around the car, desperately thinking of what I could do. Not wanting to admit the real and present danger of the situation I was in, I retreated back to the cabin and searched for my phone. It wasn't much use as I hadn't been able to get any signal at this place for the last three months. It really was an 'unplugged' adventure.
There's a land line in the Main Reception!
Resisting the urge to cry, I forced every bit of bravado I could muster up inside and walked slowly to the Main Reception building, giving every faint noise my complete attention.
The door was locked.
In my haste to leave my cabin today, I had totally forgotten that the season was now at an end and that all of the teens would have been packed on to the coaches earlier this afternoon ready to depart their woodland adventures. This would only leave myself, Roger and Pendle, as skeleton staff for clean up and pack away.
Maybe Roger will have a key?
Walking to Roger's cabin would be no small feat. He preferred to be sited in the more secluded area of the forest, away from the 'reckless, annoying brats' as he called them. Making the journey to his cabin would take at least half hour and there was no obvious path through the trees. It was already 9.30pm and that would mean that I would be getting there just before that 'thing' comes. I know Pendle, our caretaker, didn't sleep on the grounds on the night. He preferred to make an hours commute down the mountain to the little shack that he called home. He was dead against staying overnight, even when we were short staffed and he was offered double pay to be Night supervisor. I thought that was weird at the time, but now I'm wondering if he knows more than he is letting on?
I grabbed my torch and decided that I'd walk to Roger's cabin. I would be safe there and if I was quick, I would get there in good time. Roger wasn't a big man, but he was still company and if I needed anything, I needed company.
About ten minutes into the walk through the overgrown pathway to Roger's cabin, I began to feel myself trembling. The air seemed to be cooler in amongst the trees and I found myself making small clouds of steam with every breath. I folded my arms in front of me and cursed myself for not dressing more appropriately for the cooler temperatures. My ripped jean shorts and vest top were more suited to a summer beach party than a late night hike and I looked like one of those ladies that would offer to wash your car at a service station for charity. It's funny, even when you're in the midst of the most dangerous situation you've ever been in, you still find yourself judging your own aesthetics.
As I walked deeper into the forest, I started to feel like the trees were getting closer to me, enveloping me in an abyss of darkness. They seemed to be growing larger, making me feel small and isolated in their shadows. I quickened the pace, noticing that it was now getting closer to that dreaded time.
Then, in the distance, I saw a welcoming orange glow from the window of Roger's cabin. For a moment I felt safe. Untouchable. And I smiled.
I ran the last 150m or so and began frantically knocking on Roger's door. It didn't take long for him to open the door and pull me inside, with a look of deep concern on his face.
"What's going on? Are you Ok? What's happened?' He blurted out questions with such urgency and such genuine concern, that it made me cry. I seriously opened the floodgates and grabbed on to him with every bit of strength that I could find within me. I didn't realise just how much these past few occurrences had exhausted me. Now that I was safe, I didn't want to explain, I just wanted to stay safe.
Somewhere along the line, Roger had realised that I wasn't ready to divulge the reasons as to why I had turned up hysterically at his cabin door at night, and he stopped asking questions and just hugged me. I wanted that moment to last forever, however my eyes deceived me and began to search Roger's lounge area for a clock. And when I found it, that all too familiar sharp stab of fear penetrated through me. It was 10pm.
Roger must have felt my body tense up completely as he grabbed my arms and held me outstretched in front of him.
"Please tell me what is going on. I can help you", he said in such a calm, soothing voice. He forced a smile through the worry as his eyes pleaded with me to let him in.
Just as I was about to explain, there was a sudden loud bang from the kitchenette area.
"IT'S HEREEEEE, IT'S HEREEEEEEE......." I shrieked as I grabbed on to Roger's arm and pulled him towards me.
Another loud bang drove through the silence. This time from down the hall.
"Oh God, Roger, you need to HELP MEEEEEE!"
An even louder bang came from the bedroom...then another...then another....until bangs surrounded us, each from different areas of the cabin. Sometimes on the wooden walls, then on the windows, then on the roof. It was as though a buffalo stampede was encircling the house and even running over the roof.
I screamed and held on to Roger so tightly as he began to shake and look in the direction of each bang. Then there was one final bang and the front door flew open.
It was the 'thing'. He stood right in front of us and stared, as if he was calculating his next move. His head twitched rapidly from side to side as a foamy substance fell slowly from his drooping lips. His pale, elongated face almost shone through the darkened background of the forest behind him and I found myself staring at his long, thin limbs and his spiny stature. I didn't dare move a muscle as I felt Roger's grip on my arm become tighter.
The 'thing' glided slowly towards us until his face was mere inches away from mine, then he quickly shot his head in Roger's direction and slowly opened his mouth. An extremely high pitched scream-like noise was unleashed from the blackness of his mouth, making Roger fall to the floor in fear.
I just stood there. I didn't help.
I didn't help as the 'thing' raised it's long bony arm and then thrashed down against Roger's skull, tearing away a strip of flesh from his forehead that dangled around his eye socket.
I didn't help as Roger screamed, as the second blow ripped his eye ball out of the socket and tore away two of his fingers that had been used as a shield from the attack of the unnaturally sharp talons.
I just stood there as Roger crawled on the floor, gargling on his own blood and gripping his neck after that humanoid creature had buried it's nails into his throat and scraped through his jugular.
Before he died, he looked up at me. He looked right into my eyes and it looked like he was asking 'why?'
I just screamed. And screamed. And screamed.
The 'thing' didn't even look at me. It just turned away and glided out of the front door. Before it exited completely, It raised its arm in front of it and I could hear what sounded like a slurping noise. I didn't even want to think about what it was doing, but I'm sure that what I heard was that humanoid freak sucking Roger's blood off it's claws.
Then it was gone.
I don't know how long I stayed there, but I must've said sorry a hundred times. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't understand why it was happening. I still don't.
But I do know that I can't get anyone else involved in this nightmare. I need to deal with this myself. I can't risk anyone else getting hurt.
But maybe Pendle knows something?

Hello fellow ling-ling wannabes! I am in a dilemma. I love having long nails and doing them myself, putting fake nails on and such, but obviously that is not compatible with playing the piano, and several other instruments. Just wondering if there are any others out there like me! When do you get the opportunity to do your nails? I usually do them during summewintespring break, when I take a break from classes/

Last year I went to see a rheumatologist for a weird rash followed by bad bad joint pain. Earlier that spring/summer, I went to my GP complaining of hip and foot pain, with a weird waxy spot on the balls of both feet that felt like I was walking on a marble.
When I went to the rheumatologist, she asked me if my fingers or toes ever changed color and I said no. I’m wondering if I should have yes? My hands have always looked like this and my feet always got random numb white patches like this when my feet were cold and wet and I never thought it could be Raynaud’s until I saw someone else share their similar-looking hands.
hand and foot pics 😏 - hand pic taken at ~70F degrees.

Vouch threads:
https://www.reddit.com/RepVouch/comments/mhx53a/umanlikemnny_vouches/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share
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Payment via invoice or Paypal F&F/Cashapp. Check vouches
Comment PM before messaging me. Feel free to ask for measurements, etc.
EU/WW shipping will cost extra
Tagged Pic and Timestamp
https://imgur.com/a/1SdIvdq
​
Clothing:
PAF Fleece Hoodie (Green) - £30
https://imgur.com/a/v3mFg3W
-Fits L/XL, really comfy and good quality materials
___________________________________________________________
(Retail) VAL Kristopher 1/1 Archive Sample Jacket - £120
https://imgur.com/a/fFhyD7b
- great quality and fit, unique piece and if you know this brand then grab this rare item (Owner has sold company so unlikely to see these pieces ever again)
___________________________________________________________
[email protected] "the important ones" Shirt - £30
https://imgur.com/a/bIHM5jz
- L but fits better if you're S or M, worn a few times but in great condition, print lines up and looks good to me have had loads of compliments
___________________________________________________________
R3pr3sent Owner's Club tee - £20 each
https://imgur.com/a/4Lx4POM
- fits M/L, worn and washed once. also have green but forgot to take a pic lmk if you're interested
___________________________________________________________
Zar@ Pleated Shorts -£25 (£40 RRP)
https://imgur.com/a/I5UzupY
- worn once, quality on pleated fabric is really good and perfect for summer
___________________________________________________________
[email protected] R0se Long Sleeve tee - £25
https://imgur.com/a/x53LMqw
- fits L, best long sleeve tee i own hands down, fit and quality is top notch
___________________________________________________________
Brown Pleated Pants - £30
https://imgur.com/a/YAjJlZQ
-Size M, length probably works if youre up to 5'9 and waist is elastic
___________________________________________________________
Shoes and accessories:
0FF-WH*TE x J*RDAN 4 UK10 - £80 ONO
https://imgur.com/a/lsBc85p
- Bought a while back, was the best batch available. includes box, spare laces,and tags. can also include crease protectors
- 8/10 condition, has some colour rub off on the heel tab can probably clean with nail polish remover.
___________________________________________________________
(Retail) [email protected] Gore-T*x shoes UK10 (fits smaller) - £55
https://imgur.com/a/DTWQu3M
-9/10 still got loads of life left, higher quality materials with suede in the upper and real gore-tex
___________________________________________________________
AJ One Obsidian UK9 - £45
https://imgur.com/a/tRF1lrN
- bought ages ago from MUKS, worn every now and then but always taken good care of. buttery leather that feels nicer than most of my dunks/aj1
___________________________________________________________
TS 1 Mocha Low UK10 - £55
https://imgur.com/a/n39ibfa
-bought from BST, really nice suede upper and still in great condition, can include crease protectors
___________________________________________________________
(retail) ALL [email protected] Brown Chelsea Boots 43 (fits 9/9.5) - £60
https://imgur.com/a/qEqM0cU
- great quality boots from pig/cow leathesuede. nice chunky sole but isnt
uncomfortable to wear. only worn around 3 times.
___________________________________________________________
YZY Foam Runners (fits UK9/9.5) - £20
https://imgur.com/a/JPY9ErW
- worn once or twice, very comfortable, perfect for summer
___________________________________________________________
Telf*r Black Large Shopping Bag - £30
https://imgur.com/a/PrgeOVW
-worn a couple of times, some damage that can easily be repaired if taken to a tailothompsons
___________________________________________________________
CDG Homme Plus Shoulder bag - £30
https://imgur.com/a/0QywQ0C
- nice canvas material with leather straps.
___________________________________________________________
CH Cemetery Ring - £35
https://imgur.com/a/1DrNoQu
- just about 2 cm diameter not sure what size that is, good weight to it i think its stainless steel
___________________________________________________________
Unbranded Bat Sunglasses - £15
https://imgur.com/a/n7gGTsY
- can include for free in a bundle

Vouch threads:
https://www.reddit.com/RepVouch/comments/mhx53a/umanlikemnny\_vouches/?utm\_medium=android\_app\&utm\_source=share
https://www.reddit.com/RepVouch/comments/j4dnoe/umanlikemnny\_vouches/?utm\_medium=android\_app\&utm\_source=share
https://www.reddit.com/RepVouch/comments/fpcl00/manlikemnny\_vouches/?utm\_medium=android\_app\&utm\_source=share
Payment via invoice or Paypal F&F/Cashapp. Check vouches
Comment PM before messaging me. Feel free to ask for measurements, etc.
EU/WW shipping will cost extra
Tagged Pic and Timestamp
Clothing:
PAF Fleece Hoodie (Green) - £30
https://imgur.com/a/v3mFg3W
-Fits L/XL, really comfy and good quality materials
___________________________________________________________
(Retail) VAL Kristopher 1/1 Archive Sample Jacket - £120
https://imgur.com/a/fFhyD7b
- great quality and fit, unique piece and if you know this brand then grab this rare item (Owner has sold company so unlikely to see these pieces ever again)
___________________________________________________________
[email protected] "the important ones" Shirt - £30
https://imgur.com/a/bIHM5jz
- L but fits better if you're S or M, worn a few times but in great condition, print lines up and looks good to me have had loads of compliments
___________________________________________________________
R3pr3sent Owner's Club tee - £20 each
https://imgur.com/a/4Lx4POM
- fits M/L, worn and washed once. also have green but forgot to take a pic lmk if you're interested
___________________________________________________________
Zar@ Pleated Shorts -£25 (£40 RRP)
https://imgur.com/a/I5UzupY
- worn once, quality on pleated fabric is really good and perfect for summer
___________________________________________________________
[email protected] R0se Long Sleeve tee - £25
https://imgur.com/a/x53LMqw
- fits L, best long sleeve tee i own hands down, fit and quality is top notch
___________________________________________________________
Brown Pleated Pants - £30
https://imgur.com/a/YAjJlZQ
-Size M, length probably works if youre up to 5'9 and waist is elastic
___________________________________________________________
Shoes and accessories:
0FF-WH\TE x J*RDAN 4 UK10 - £80 ONO*
https://imgur.com/a/lsBc85p
- Bought a while back, was the best batch available. includes box, spare laces,and tags. can also include crease protectors - 8/10 condition, has some colour rub off on the heel tab can probably clean with nail polish remover.
___________________________________________________________
(Retail) [email protected] Gore-T\x shoes UK10 (fits smaller) - £55*
https://imgur.com/a/DTWQu3M
-9/10 still got loads of life left, higher quality materials with suede in the upper and real gore-tex
___________________________________________________________
AJ One Obsidian UK9 - £45
https://imgur.com/a/tRF1lrN
- bought ages ago from MUKS, worn every now and then but always taken good care of. buttery leather that feels nicer than most of my dunks/aj1
___________________________________________________________
TS 1 Mocha Low UK10 - £55
https://imgur.com/a/n39ibfa
-bought from BST, really nice suede upper and still in great condition, can include crease protectors
___________________________________________________________
(retail) ALL [email protected] Brown Chelsea Boots 43 (fits 9/9.5) - £60
https://imgur.com/a/qEqM0cU
- great quality boots from pig/cow leathesuede. nice chunky sole but isnt
uncomfortable to wear. only worn around 3 times.
___________________________________________________________
YZY Foam Runners (fits UK9/9.5) - £20
https://imgur.com/a/JPY9ErW
- worn once or twice, very comfortable, perfect for summer
___________________________________________________________
Telf\r Black Large Shopping Bag - £30*
https://imgur.com/a/PrgeOVW
-worn a couple of times, some damage that can easily be repaired if taken to a tailothompsons
___________________________________________________________
CDG Homme Plus Shoulder bag - £30
https://imgur.com/a/0QywQ0C
- nice canvas material with leather straps.
___________________________________________________________
CH Cemetery Ring - £35
https://imgur.com/a/1DrNoQu
- just about 2 cm diameter not sure what size that is, good weight to it i think its stainless steel
___________________________________________________________
Unbranded Bat Sunglasses - £15
https://imgur.com/a/n7gGTsY
- can include for free in a bundle

Sometimes when you look into the mirror, the mirror looks back.
William Bailey's forehead shattered the mirror like a sledgehammer. The last thing he remembered before he blacked out was the feeling that he was falling through the mirror. Sub-cranial hematoma, a concussion, maybe even a cracked skull--that had to be the reason for the strange feeling. The mirror was mounted on the wall just to the right of the bar, four feet tall by about three feet wide. As consciousness slipped away, common sense and his strong belief in the rational world told him that he couldn't fall through the mirror. He must have bounced his head off the wall and be falling toward the floor.
It seemed like just a second or two before William's eyes popped open. He lay on his back, on the hard wood floor of Fausto's, with Johnny Davis towering over him. Big Johnny probably wanted to finish him off, maybe kill him, and finally end their twenty-year-old feud. Either Big Johnny Davis and the ceiling lights above him were spinning, or William's head was spinning, but either way something wasn't right.
He raised his head and looked to his left, toward the bar. Except the bar wasn't there. Instead, he was staring at the bathrooms. That didn't make sense. It must be his brain that had gotten spun around. William turned his head and peered over his size-ten wingtips at the busted mirror. The wooden frame and most of the glass still clung to the wall, the rest sat broken on the ground. The bar had to be on his left. He looked again, and still saw the bathrooms. A brain bruise, maybe some fluid pressure building up might be the cause of it.
"Get up!" Big Johnny Davis said.
William looked up at him. Johnny stood behind him, just beyond his shoulders. Perfect place for him to stomp my head into the plank floor. Except Johnny Davis was holding out his hand.
"Come on, we've got to get out of here."
Davis looked scared. It was the first time William Bailey could ever remember Johnny Davis looking scared. William had always been scared of Big Johnny, but Big Johnny wasn't scared of anything or anyone.
Police sirens wailed in the distance.
Johnny glanced over his shoulder. William craned his neck to look where Johnny was looking, saw he was staring at the front door like a man terrified something bad was going to come through it. Big Johnny looked down at him again and pumped his hand. "Come on, get up. They'll be here any second."
"Who?" William asked. "Who'll be--" But before he finished, Big Johnny Davis reached down, grabbed him by both arms, and jerked him to his feet.
As he was dragged toward the door by the only man in town who truly hated him, William glanced up and saw the rusted metal sign nailed above the door. He had to have a concussion, probably severe; that had to be it, because the letters on the sign were backward. It said TUO.
As Johnny Davis pulled him out the door, William heard tires skid on the pavement.
"Where's your car?" Johnny asked.
William twisted away from the big man's grip, then turned to his left. "In the alley." He started to run, still not sure exactly what he was running from.
Behind him, Big John shouted, "The alley's over here."
William kept running but turned his head back toward Johnny. "I know where the alley--"
Something hit him across the midsection and toppled him to the ground. He got his hands up just in time to break his fall and managed to keep his head from slamming into the sidewalk. When he looked up he saw a shopping cart tumbled onto its side.
Once again, William found himself lying flat on his back, this time amid the spilled contents of the cart. It had been filled with junk: paper bags full of dirty clothes, canned food, bags of potato chips, a diamond shaped, orange road sign, and other trash that looked like it had been collected from back alley garbage bins.
The homeless man who'd been pushing the cart was scrawny, and wafer thin. His skin was the color of old shoe leather, and he wore a long gray beard, tangled and matted with food and bits of filth. He was sprawled on the ground next to his cart, half sitting up, staring at William with his bright blue eyes.
Car doors slammed, men shouted.
"You better get going," the homeless man said, as he cocked his head. "The police after you?"
Police!
Before William could assure the old man that the police weren't after him--he was a respected businessman and family man--someone behind him grabbed him under both arms and pulled him to his feet. William turned and found himself staring into the face of Johnny Davis. "The alley's that way," Johnny said, pointing to the other side of Fausto's. With one hand gripping William's jacket, Johnny dashed across the front of the bar toward the alley. The alley--right there, plain as day--on the other side of Fausto's, right where it shouldn't be, where it couldn't be. William had been here a thousand times. As you stepped out of the bar, the alley was on the left, Brockton's Ace Hardware on the right. Now everything was mixed up and in the wrong place.
Johnny Davis turned down the alley, dragging William behind him. After just a few steps, a spotlight flashed in front of them.
"Stop!" a voice commanded. "Get on the ground."
William couldn't see because Johnny was in his way. "Who's that yelling?" he asked.
Big Johnny stopped and William plowed into his back.
"Get on the ground," the voice boomed again.
William poked his head out from behind Johnny Davis's back. The blinding white light was in his face. He couldn't see a thing.
POP! POP! POP!
Gunshots.
Big Johnny sagged, then crashed to his knees. Instinctively, William bent forward and grabbed hold of Johnny. "What's the matter?"
More pops.
Johnny's big hand reached out and shoved William back toward the street. "Back door," he wheezed, then plunged forward onto his face.
William stood alone. Behind the white spotlight he saw blue police lights flashing. He was totally exposed.
POP! POP!
He saw flashes--little yellow spurts of flame--as something tugged at his jacket.
William had said "back door." What back door? Fausto's had a back door, but it didn't lead anywhere except to the open space behind the building used for trash and deliveries. Twenty feet of asphalt between the bar and the back of the building on the next block. William had parked his car at the end of the alley, but the police cars--or whatever they were--had the alley blocked off. The building behind Fausto's also had an alley that ran alongside it, but the owner had closed it off to keep the bums out. He'd put up a gate, padlocked it, and topped it with razor wire. It was a dead end.
Two more pops. Dead end or not it was better than standing here and getting shot. William turned and ran. He burst through the front door of Fausto's, dashed through the bar, past the shattered mirror, hit the back door at a dead run, and was outside behind the bar within seconds.
He could see the tail end of his car sticking out from the corner of the building, but with the cops blocking the alley, his car was useless to him. William glanced across the open space to the alley that ran next to the other building. The gate, the padlock, the razor wire--all still in place. To his right an overflowing garbage dumpster sat beside the back of Fausto's, jammed against the fire ladder.
The fire ladder.
An iron ladder bolted to the cinderblock wall.
William looked up. The top of the ladder was lost in shadow, but he knew it went up two stories to the roof. Last summer, when the toilet had stopped up, he'd come out back to take a leak and had stood behind the dumpster, peeing against the wall like a kid, one hand draped over the bottom rung of the ladder.
He slipped behind the dumpster. The smell made him gag. The bottom of the ladder was four feet from the ground. William reached up as high as he could, grabbed hold of the third rung, then hauled himself up.
Through the partially open back door came the sounds of heavy feet pounding on the hard wood floor of the bar.
Halfway up the ladder, he was exhausted--and scared. Shaking, he white-knuckled the ladder. Being more than ten feet off the ground terrified him. He needed a break, just a second or two to catch his breath. There was enough moonlight so he could see into one of the second story windows. Inside, junk was piled everywhere. Old barstools, a busted jukebox, furniture stacked almost to the ceiling. Years ago, old man Fausto lived on the second floor, but Jake, who'd bought the place from the old man and had decided to keep the name, used it for storage.
Below him, William heard the back door thrown open so hard it banged against the wall. He scrambled up until he reached the top of the ladder, then hoisted himself over the edge of the roof. Down on the ground a voice shouted, "There he is, up there."
Another gunshot. What the hell was going on?
The unmistakable sound of feet--fast feet, in shape feet, boot shod feet--scurrying up the ladder. Standing on the tar and pebble roof, William glanced around for something he could use as a weapon, shocked he was even thinking of such a thing. A five gallon plastic bucket was all there was. It stood upright, filled with rainwater. He picked it up and peered over the edge. A uniformed policeman was three quarters of the way up the ladder. Two more cops were right behind him.
William looked at the heavy bucket in his hands, thought about just dumping the water onto them but knew it wouldn't stop them. There was only one way to stop them, and that was to knock them off the ladder. He thought about warning them, maybe trying to scare them away. But they were cops. You couldn't scare them away.
So why had they shot Johnny Davis, and why were they shooting at him?
The first officer looked up and saw William staring down at him with the bucket in his hands. Their eyes locked for just a second and the cop stopped. In those eyes that stared back at him, William saw an almost maniacal determination that sent a shiver down his spine. The officer held his grip on the ladder with his right hand while his left dropped to the pistol resting in his gleaming leather holster. In one smooth motion he drew his gun and raised it toward William.
William Bailey tossed the bucket down the ladder. A shot rang out an instant before the heavy bucket thudded into the cop's head. Like a gruesome traffic accident happening before his eyes, William couldn't help but watch as the policeman fell, taking his two partners down with him. The last thing William saw before he turned away was a jumbled heap of black uniforms resting on the concrete below the ladder.
* * *
Hiding in the shadow of a telephone booth, thinking. Home. He had to get home. Had to get back to Marge and the kids. Maybe somehow he could explain what had happened. Vincent, his attorney, he would know what to do--maybe--but he was a civil lawyer not a criminal attorney. He wrote contracts and did personal injury on the side; he didn't get people out of jail who'd killed a cop by dropping a bucket of water on his head and knocking him and his buddies off the side of a building.
As the cab he'd been waiting for pulled up, William stepped out from the dark and climbed into the back seat.
The driver turned around. "Where to?"
William pulled the door shut. "Uptown. 1721 Audubon Court."
"Fare's gonna be about fifteen dollars. After dark, I gotta have the money up front."
"What?"
"Company policy." The cabbie shrugged. "A lot of drivers been getting stiffed."
William opened his wallet, pulled out a twenty and handed it across the seat. The driver took it and almost slipped it into his cash box, then took a second look at the bill. His face tightened. "What the hell is this?"
"Huh?"
With the bill stretched between his hands, the cabbie stared at it for a second then looked up at William. "You're either the dumbest counterfeiter who ever lived or you've been had."
"What you are talking about?"
The driver faced the bill toward William but didn't hand it back to him. "It's printed backwards."
William looked at the twenty-dollar bill in the man's hand. It looked like--it was--an almost brand new bill, nothing wrong with it as far as he could tell.
"Get out of my cab," the driver said.
William didn't know what the man was talking about but knew he didn't want to get out. This cab was his only way home. He reached for the twenty. "If you don't like that one I've got another--"
The driver pulled his hands away. "I ain't giving this back. I got to turn it in to the police." He dropped one hand behind his seat back, then came up clutching a pistol, an old German Luger by the looks of it, the muzzle aimed straight at William's face. "In fact, I bet they give me a reward if I bring you in with it."
William jerked the door handle and rolled out into the street. He sprang to his feet and ran, the driver's yells just background noise. Has everyone gone crazy or is it just me?
Home. He had to get home.
* * *
Rain. Driving, relentless rain. William was just two blocks from Fausto's. In two hours, that's as far as he'd gotten--one block an hour. Police cars prowled the neighborhood, shinning spotlights into every nook and cranny, lighting up every shadow. Everyone in Fausto's knew his name. He'd been going there three or four nights a week after work for years. The cabbie had his address. William had given it to him when he told the hack driver where to drop him.
Ten o'clock at night, with nowhere to go and no way to get there, William sat behind the closed Goodwill store, under an overhang that barely kept the rain off of him.
Huddled in the dark, head sunk between his knees, he hadn't heard anyone approach.
"You don't look so good."
Startled, William looked up, prepared to run again. It was the homeless man he'd knocked over outside the bar. The one with the shopping cart and the leathery skin. William relaxed a little. "Excuse me?"
The man pushed his cart closer. "You're not supposed to be here."
William looked around. "Why not?"
The old man grinned, half his teeth gone.
William found it nearly impossible to tell his age. The guy could be forty and maybe had lived a hard life, or perhaps he was a well-preserved seventy, pickled by a lifetime of booze. William waved him off, expecting a plea for money. "I can't help you."
The old man stopped just a few feet away. "Everything's out of place isn't it?" He had a strange lilting voice. Almost like an accent.
And he was right. Everything was out of place--from Johnny Davis to the cab driver--everything was wrong.
Strapped to the back of the old man's shopping cart was a plastic sign about the size of a loaf of bread. William recognized the sign, the words, the colors, the logo of a local supermarket chain, all were familiar to him, but the letters were backward, unreadable.
Rainwater ran down William's face. He pointed to the sign. "Why's it written like that?"
The old man looked at the sign then back at William. "Like what?" he said, then shuffled away behind his basket.
* * *
The rain came down even harder. William slouched in a darkened doorway across the street from Fausto's. Nothing made sense. Everything was messed up, backward, out of whack. Almost like this wasn't his home, like he was a stranger seeing it for the first time.
But that was crazy. He'd grown up here, gone to Brother Martin High School, dated Jenny Underhill who went to Cabrini, lost her to Johnny Davis, then got her back only to lose her again the first year of college to some kid who drove a Mustang. Two years later William married Marge at Saint Luke's. They had two kids.
This town was his home. He recognized it. He knew the people here, Big Johnny and Zeke, the bartender at Fausto's. But things were different, little things. John Davis for one. In trying to help him, the big man had gotten himself killed. That wasn't John Davis--at least not the one William Bailey had known since seventh grade. Everything looked the same but wasn't. Nothing was quite right.
But they knew him--or someone like him.
A strange sensation crept over him that made the hair on the back of his neck rise. Maybe he didn't belong here. Maybe everything wasn't as it appeared. Maybe this wasn't his home. But if that were true, then whose home was it? Another thought, even scarier seeped through his brain. If he was here, who was there--at his home?
Crazy.
William dropped his head into his hands. Just considering such nonsense was a waste of time. Yet, here he was scanning the street, thinking of going back inside Fausto's, back to that mirror.
Not much time to think about it. The bar closed at three AM and it was already two-thirty. When he'd left--run for his life with Big Johnny--most of the mirror was still in the frame hanging on the wall.
Something about that damned mirror.
But Fausto's was dangerous, so a couple of hours ago William had found another mirror. In the men's room of a twenty-four hour gas station. The Chevron on North Rampart.
He had approached it cautiously, afraid he was going mad. As he peered over the sink into the mirror, he saw what he always saw, his own reflection. Holding up his left hand, he looked at the image in the mirror, at the watch strapped to his wrist. He noticed that the man in the mirror wore his watch on his right hand. Just the opposite.
William stood in the gas station bathroom for twenty minutes before he worked up his nerve. Finally, he took a deep breath, leaned back, then slammed his forehead into the dirt-streaked mirror. The glass shattered and cut his head. Blood dribbled off the tip of his nose into the sink. His reflection stared out at him from the other side of the mirror, blood running down his face, too.
I have gone crazy!
So the gas station hadn't worked out. Ducking police cruisers, William had wandered the streets, his head reeling. What was he doing?
On the sidewalk, he found a sopping wet magazine that the wind had blown up against the side of a newspaper machine. The cover caught his eye. He picked it up. It was printed backwards, the letters reversed, words running right to left. The spine was on the right. As he flipped through the pages, he couldn't read a thing. Then William had an idea.
In the bathroom of an all night restaurant he held the wet magazine up to the mirror. Perfect. The reflected image was normal, spine on the left, words running left to right, all the letters printed correctly. He could read it clearly. But what did it mean?
Then he drove his head into that mirror. The glass cracked. Someone walked in, a skinny waiter wearing an apron. He stood gawking as William leaned over the sink with tears of pain filling his eyes.
The waiter looked at the broken mirror, then jabbed a finger at William's bloody forehead. "What the hell are you doing?"
"An accident," he mumbled, pressing his fingers against the fresh cut.
The waiter turned. "I'm calling the cops."
William Bailey ran.
Now he was huddled in the rain staring at Fausto's across the street. Because he had nowhere else to go.
He stood and walked toward Fausto's. When he was halfway across the street, a police car glided around the corner, headlights reflecting off the wet pavement. The cops in no hurry, just cruising. William forced himself to keep walking, not to run. One foot in front of the other. In the downpour, odds were that the cops wouldn't even recognize him.
But they did recognize him.
The police car slid to a stop as its high beams clicked on and its blue strobe lights started popping. Both front doors flew open.
Like a sinner seeking the sanctuary of a church, William ran straight for Fausto's door. As he burst inside, Zeke looked up from behind the bar. "William! What the hell are you doing here?"
He ignored the bartender, running right past him, eyes focused on the broken mirror and its busted frame hanging on the wall.
Zeke again, "The cops been looking all over for you. Say you killed two officers and--"
Behind him the front door banged against the wall. "Police!" a voice behind him commanded. "Stop."
But William didn't stop. He kept running--running straight for the mirror. Reflected in its fragmented pieces he saw two uniformed police officers behind him, heard their boots pounding on the wooden floor. Just ten feet separated him from the mirror. At full speed he took two strides then dove. He stretched his arms out overhead and tucked his chin into his chest as his feet left the floor.
He felt one hand hit wall and the other strike broken glass. Then his head hit. More glass cracked, more skin split.
Darkness.
* * *
William's eyes popped open. He was staring at the ceiling. Rough voices, even rougher hands. They rolled him over onto his stomach and jerked his arms behind his back. He felt cold steel on his wrists and heard the metallic ratcheting as the handcuffs tightened and bit into his skin.
He tilted his head up and rested his chin against the floor. Blood poured down the side of his face; he watched it pool on the floor then seep between the wooden planks. By rolling his eyes up he could just see the empty spot on the wall where the mirror had hung. Lying on the floor, three feet from his head, was the broken frame and the rest of the glass.
The two cops grabbed his arms and yanked him to his feet, sending waves of pain through his shoulders and wrists. As they spun him toward the door, one of the officers said, "You're under arrest."
"Why?" William asked.
The officer pressed his face into William's. "Murdering your family for starters."
"My...my family." William felt his stomach cinch and his bowels turn to ice. A thought he'd had earlier in the night echoed inside his head. If he was here, who was there--at his home.
As the cops dragged him across the floor, William glanced up and saw the rusted metal sign nailed above the door.
OUT.
He was home.

If you recognize my username, then you have probably seen my artwork of two OCs I made for a fanfiction I was writing of Persona 5 Royal. In this fanfiction, it's as if the original crew never existed. All important characters were replaced with someone else, meaning there's new Persona users and new Palace leaders. All characters have been created, along with personalities. However, I'm having trouble deciding how to begin the story. It's a multi-pov story, and we begin with one of the two original protagonists, Bae Kuta, coming to the other protagonist, Suara Zakku's aid when he finds her getting harassed by the first Palace leader, Asumo Deusu. However, when I'm trying to put the visual idea into words, I just can't seem to get the right flow. This is the second fanfiction with a semi-original storyline I have written, the other being a Pokemon fanfic where are Gardevoir and Gallade are sent years into the future where they have to gather gods' blessings to get back home. I'm still a beginner with fanfictions so I believe that's why I'm having trouble starting the story. I want to try to finish the story before the summer ends, and to do that I need to write the beginning. My main goal as of now is to get the first three Persona users set: Bae Kuta/Plague Doctor, Suara Zakku/Bee Keeper, and Superu/Humming Bird (Basically this fanfiction's Morgana). In order to do that, I have to get the first have of the first Palace written, and to do that I need to introduce characters, and to do that I need to set the scene. I'm requesting assistance from more experience fanfic writers to help me out with this. Feel free to DM if you think you can provide assistance. As a reward, anyone who helps out with get an honorable mention at the end of the story, exclusive sneak-peeks at new chapters+old beta designs of characters, and will get to add their OWN character to the story line as a Confidant. Thank you for anyone who helps out.

I need advice to get the most I will graduate with 4 internships(2 from the same fortune 5 non-tech company, one FAang(this fall) and doing another big tech/faang level right now. I don't have any personal projects on my resume and my gpa is around 2.7-2.8, it used to be 2.3 a year ago(I know my HFTs dreams are already dead). I was just wondering on what I should focus to get the best chances possible for new grad hiring:
- Work on a personal project(maybe even a Swift one, I heard that can help w Apple resume screening).
- Try to get my gpa as close as possible to 3.0 with summer and fall classes as I think some companies have a 3.0 cutoff? Or maybe later if I wanna get an online master degree or something?.
- Solely focus on leetcode and try to do as much as I can (and maybe learn system design? do I even need this for new grad hiring) .
- A combination of these three ?
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I would highly appreciate any input on this. I am just trying to make the recruiter seasons as smooth as possible for me.
Thanks

Hello everyone! This jam is a way to encourage others (and myself) to create projects and products for these games that we love so. The point of Jamfinder is to give creators and homebrewers a general direction, some constraints, and brew inspiration. Additionally, other creators will be working on their own, similar projects that you can chat with about the jam! You can find a great deal of designers in the Paizoverse over at the Infinite Possibilities Discord server. If you've got questions or just want to discuss third-party publishing in the space, this is one of the best places to do it.

TL;DR Jam Details!

The theme for this Jamfinder is Summertime Magic! All submissions must be inspired by and/or include elements of both summer and magic. Each person may participate in creating only one submission, which may be a game supplement (no longer than 6 pages) for either Pathfinder RPG, Pathfinder 2e, or Starfinder. Artwork, maps, fiction, or lore are also accepted! As long as it fits the theme, you can submit it for the jam.
Submissions must be published between 16 June to 30 June on one of the following platforms: DriveThruRPG, itch.io, or Pathfinder Infinite. You can work on your non-itch.io submission prior to the start of the jam or start work when the jam begins, whichever works best for you. For submissions to be entered into the jam, DM me on either reddit (u/prophecyprod) or Discord (charlieisawful#0637) with your submission and where to find it. Jamfinder entries will not be ranked or scored, this is just a fun little event for creators to create! There also may be an opt-in bundle for participating entrants, stay tuned.

What is a Game Jam?

Game jams are events hosted for game developers and designers to help them get more experience working on and completing projects. Jams such as these will typically give the participants a direction, some constraints, and a time limit to submit their creations.
Jamfinder is going to be specifically for Pathfinder (both editions!) and Starfinder creators, and is not a competition. We aren't looking to hold a prize or anything; I just want to give the creators out there the push they need to keep at their crafts. And so I can write about goblins in swimsuits.
Also, I feel it is important to note, this jam is not just for experienced designers and publishers. If you're a homebrewing GM who has considered writing something for others to pick up and use, I highly encourage you to participate and give it a shot. This is for everyone and anyone who wants to create, don't be afraid to try it out!

What is the Theme?

The theme for the inaugural Jamfinder will be Summertime Magic! Whether this includes the sweltering heat of the season, enjoying the outdoors while we can, or just goblins in swimsuits—that is up to you! Just make sure to combine the elements of what summer means to you with the fantastical magic that permeates our fantasy worlds.

What Do We Create?

For this Jamfinder, practically anything goes! You can write short adventures, playeGM guides, rules supplements, gazetteers, fiction/lore, or you can even create art for the jam. If it can be used for a PF/SF session that turns out to be a beach episode, it will be a valid and welcome submission. Also, you are encouraged to put a price tag on your submission (you deserve to be paid for your hard work!), but that is not required.
The one hard limit we're imposing here is that all submissions must be no longer than 6 pages of content. Frontmatter, backmatter, and legal pages don't count toward the limit, so you don't have to worry about the title page or the forsaken texts OGL page. The page limit is in place so the jam can be more accessible and so we can get authors and designers to actually finish their work before the jam is over. Especially since we all know it takes at least four days to get anything crafted. For non-text submissions... use your best judgment and don't go overboard?
Your submission will probably include spells, magic items, and rituals, however this is not a requirement. Plenty of magic can be found in feats, statblocks, or NPCs! Get creative with the theme, I'm excited to see what you'll create!

How Can We Enter?

Once you've completed your submission, make sure it is published on a public storefront. For this jam, we'll be accepting entries published on DriveThruRPG, itch.io, and Pathfinder Infinite. Entrants publishing on itch.io can join the jam there with this link. After publishing, let me know by DMing me on either Reddit (u/prophecyprod) or Discord (charlieisawful#0637), and we'll get your submission displayed in the Infinite Possibilities Discord server! We'll only be accepting submissions from 16 June to 30 June, so get crafting!
Thanks for reading, I hope you are having a wonderful day! Good luck if you plan on participating!

I can understand why people might be reluctant to share a time slip experience, but as far as I’m concerned I have no reluctance or unease about sharing what I have witnessed, and care not what others might think. My story's not a particularly fantastic one, but it was an interesting experience all the same and is one that will stay with me for the rest of my life.
It was in the summer of 1974, while I was working and living in Windsor town, near London.
I had a few days off so made headway for Windsor Railway station to find the departure times for a train to my hometown. I entered through the station doorway and everything seemed fine, though especially quiet. I noticed only one other person standing at the ticket desk, wearing a dark jacket and trousers. Nothing unusual there.
But when I stepped onto the platform where the notice board for departure details was situated, things were very different.
I made my way through the gateway of the platform, approached the board -- as I looked through the timetable something seemed out of place. The notice board was different in design to what I remembered on previous occasions. The tables seemed to be out of date, too, and the text appeared to be rendered in an old style of print.
It had a 19th century style and feel.
I turned to look around the platform. It was almost silent. On the seat to my right, against the railing, were two ladies dressed in long frocks and hats that looked very much late Victorian, or perhaps early Edwardian in style. Further along the platform, there were a couple of gentlemen standing behind a camera and tripod facing in my direction.
My first thought was, have I witnessed a time slip, but when I noticed the camera I immediately thought I had walked into a photo session or film shot. So pretending I hadn’t noticed, I quietly walked off and out of the station, half-expecting to be told off for interrupting.
Feeling a bit dazzled by events, I walked around town for a short while and my mind kept flashing back to the incident. I tried t rationalise them but it continued to seem odd. Finally, my curiosity got the better of me -- I went back to have a look at what was doing.
I peeked though the platform gateway and found the two ladies in Victorian dress were no longer there, and neither were the two people with the camera. Then I stepped onto the platform to check the notice board -- it was back to its normal self. At that moment I convinced myself that the film session was over and they had moved on. But later, while brooding over the incident, there were elements that didn’t seem to add up.
First, there were no notice boards or anyone on duty to advise people that they couldn’t go onto the platform, which is what you would normally have expected if some sort of filming were occurring.
And I wondered, when I had walked onto the platform, why the crew had not called out, to warn me off set -- I was there for at least two or three minutes, which was more than enough time to consider me an intruder. The two ladies who were sitting quite calmly on the platform seat didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, if they even noticed I was there at all.
Third, if others who visited the station had noticed the film crew, because of human curiosity, there would normally have been a small crowd trying to have a look-see, but the station had been empty and almost totally quiet. And finally, on my return to the station, I was impressed how quickly everything seemed to have been put back to its normal self, with no evidence of any camera crew or actors.
I was left with the distinct impression that I had experienced a time slip, and that perhaps the cameramen were photographers from that earlier period, and the two ladies perhaps simply waiting for the next train. The unusually quiet atmosphere of the event adds to the conclusion.

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Brace yourselves, this is gonna be a long one.
Table of Contents
1…… The Main Goal
2…… What I’m Seeking
3…… Personality
4…… Interests
5…… Physical Characteristics (with pics)
6…… Expectations of You
7…… Living Situation
8…… Deal Breakers
9…… Closing Remarks
(1)
The Main Goal:
Well if you’re browsing this subreddit then much like me, you were alone this weekend and I’m sure you’d like to change that as much as me. I won’t lie, I am going through a rough part of my life right now. It’s difficult for me to find the energy for anything at the moment and I’m just really seeking affection in general, anything that will give me a push. I don’t want to be that person who brings everyone down but I could really use someone to talk to right now. I’d really like to find someone who’s similar to me so much to the point that we do everything together and talk about everything while not having to pretend to be interested. I want someone with whom we can mutually spew our emotions onto and have those feelings reciprocated. Not an emotional punching bag, but an emotional teddy bear to hug and cuddle until everything feels better as many times as we need. There’s people who I’m sure have told you the same, they’ll be there no matter how many times you need the support, no matter how many times the insecurities and bad thoughts come back but they don’t mean it. I will be the exception, I’m not so ignorant to think some nice words and tales of relating to you will magically forever heal whatever ails you then get mad when you seek the same support again. Mental ailments are rarely temporary and I don’t care about someone because they’re perfect, caring about someone means being there no matter how many times they need you to be. It doesn’t feel like a chore, it doesn’t get old, and it never will.
(2)
(2.a)
What I'm Seeking:
I will upfront let you know if I’m clicking better with someone else or if you’re the one, I’m not here to tread the sea of fish or keep my options open, I’m here for one singular person.
(2.b)
Relationship:
A relationship is difficult for me right now, it’s been nearly half a year since I got out of my last relationship and the reasons for it ending are partially responsible for how I’ve been feeling and why it’s so hard for me to seek the comfort I so desperately crave. I will tell you about it but for the sake of not treating the entirety of the internet as my therapist, it’ll be in private. I really need the comfort of intimacy and the warmth of someone who cares. I'm not going to feel better if I just sulk and don’t move on. This is my attempt to get better, I’ll admit I’m not great right now and I don’t expect you to be either. If we can help each other heal, then I’d be more than happy :) A relationship isn’t just being there for when someone’s at their best. Even if a relationship is hard at the moment, I do want a life partner and I don’t want to be alone. Things aren’t going to get easier without you so I don’t want to hesitate. I view my other as an equal, I don’t like categorizing us into specific roles. We take care of each other and treat each other how we like to be treated, whatever that is, it's as simple as that. I don't care if you're "successful" or not, living simple lives with our days filled with love is the ultimate measure of success to me.
(3)
Personality:
(3.a)
On the Surface:
As you can tell I can be rather… stoic but that’s largely due to my current stressors, I truthfully am goofy and fun loving but I just can’t find it in me right now. I want to return to that but without someone to light up my world it’s been difficult to just have fun and enjoy stuff. I’m definitely more introverted, you won’t catch me at any parties or really outside at all. I definitely prefer being home though the occasional outing is not out of the question and one day I’d like to travel to other countries because I think that kind of perspective is important.
(3.b)
The Core of My Being:
I like being a spectator to it all and if we bear witness to humanity burning or its miraculous recovery, I want to watch it with you. I enjoy watching humanity advance, less so when it devolves but I want to watch it to the end nonetheless. I’m both a realist and someone who lives with my head in the clouds dreaming of scenarios or worlds that don’t exist. I’m saying that I enjoy a good narrative and can suspend my disbelief to enjoy something but you won’t catch me refusing vaccines or ignoring blatant facts for the sake of some pseudo science or witch doctor’s remedy. I’m an atheist but I do not rule out existence after death, not because I’m agnostic but because due to the nature of potentially infinite time at some point after how many googol years with a googol amount of 0s after that, something’s bound to replicate your consciousness perfectly at some point. It’s actually a really fascinating topic I like talking about. If infinite time and infinite possibilities exist, does non existence exist? Though that’s an awfully existentially dreadful thought process considering the ramifications of infinite existence and infinite possibilities during said infinite existence. I would say I’m confidently left leaning and I don’t think I could truly get along with anyone right leaning, at least America’s definition of right leaning. Left and right seems to have just become; do people deserve to suffer or do they deserve to live good lives? Being political is not something I expected to become but how can you not be when crimes against human rights are being passed on a daily basis and at the end of the day, everything’s political. Oftentimes I imagine the perfect moment as relaxing with my significant other playing games or cuddling in a cold room under blankets.
I value that special someone above all of the existential thoughts, the bad of the world, the good of the world, they practically become my world. So many worries wash away when I’m with them. I don’t know if that’s the defense mechanism my brain created to not feel bad 24/7 but if it is, I’m currently without it.
(3.c)
Insecurities:
I talk of philosophy and politics here but really I spend most of my time just playing games, watching stuff, and trying to not be sleep deprived. I’m also nowhere near as well spoken, heck sometimes I feel like my speech is broken. I won’t claim to be something I’m not, I sit at home while I complain about the world doing nothing about it wishing I had someone here with me. I’m not noble nor do I really want to be, I have morals I uphold but much like most other hypocrites I acknowledge that my comfortable life is built on the suffering of others without doing anything about it. Why? My sleep problems? Am I depressed? Is that why I have no energy to do anything? Do I just think nothing I could do could help? I can’t nail it down myself, maybe it’s a mix of everything, maybe I’m just a bad person. I have always told myself that if I had wealth I would help people but if I get that kind of wealth will I just become a wealth hoarder who tries to justify my riches as something I earned rather than something given to me through incredibly lucky circumstances? If I do help people is it because I’m a good person or out of guilt? Will I die alone? I feel like I drive everyone away with my clinginess, I get paranoid often and need reassurance often. It’s something I want to work on, something I’ve been trying to work on. Hearing that someone cares about me just never gets old. I value self awareness even if it’s painful.
(3.d)
Socializing:
I’m definitely a socially anxious/awkward mess, especially around strangers. I do feel a large amount of anxiety in public, people can’t tell by looking at my face since I kind of go stone faced in an attempt to block everything out but yeah you’ll notice that if we go out in public. Growing up my pediatrician said I was probably autistic, never got a formal diagnosis so that’s just great. But yeah that explains why I can’t make eye contact with people, I kinda just stare at the ground and avoid their gaze at all costs. A lot of these social struggles go away to a great degree once I know you for a bit but yeah I apologize for how terrible I am at socializing at first. Don’t let my social struggles fool you though, I love cuddling and being close with my person.
(3.e)
Sexuality:
I am a heterosexual male, though I’m not very masculine like at all. I may even be a bit feminine sometimes. Not that I believe any activity or manner of acting belongs to a gender but I don’t know how else to describe it. I’m definitely super affectionate and love it when my partner is too. I am open to dating demi people but I do have a libido so I don't think asexual would work out.
(4)
Interests:
(4.a)
Video Games:
As stated before, I do spend a lot of my time playing video games. It’s been hard lately with me having no energy but I really do want to play more games and have a good time playing them with you! I primarily play on PC though I do have a switch. I’m primarily into platform fighters, roguelikes, open world, survival, and sandbox games. As for single player story games, I enjoy watching them through twitch or youtube but for the most part I don’t play them myself. I’d watch you play them though!
Here’s a list of games we can play:
-Minecraft (Java)
-Risk of Rain 2
-Gunfire Reborn
-Roboquest
-7 Days to Die
-Phasmophobia
-Rust
-Unturned
-Bloons TD 6
-Platform fighters: Super Smash Bros. Melee, Slap City, Multiversus, Flash Party, Fraymakers
Whatever you want to play I’ll give it a shot! I will say that League bores me to death but I’ll play it for you :) I try to avoid MMOs, not because I don’t like them but because of how addicted I can get to them. I enjoy learning games in-depth so MMOs can be a fast track to addiction.
I recently got Kerbal Space Program 2 and ehhh not really worth it right now but hopefully later it will be? I’m super excited for Tears of the Kingdom! In the far off future I’m excited for Rivals of Aether 2 which is a platform fighter releasing in 2024, let me know of your most anticipated releases and I’ll see if I could play them with you!
Also I never got into FPS games but I could totally see myself playing like CoD with you or Escape From Tarkov. Any FPS really, I’m down.
I am a fan of Pokemon but with how things have been lately I don’t know how long that will last. Pixelmon is a common Pokemon mod I play for Minecraft if you want to play that! Also if I say I want to play something with you I mean it but there are often times when no matter how much I want to I'm just drained and can do little more than lay in bed so please don't think I'm making an excuse.
(4.b)
Science:
I really enjoy keeping up with the latest advances in pretty much everything, it could be biology, technology, astronomy, anything! I love seeing progression and I love talking about it! Really I could go on and on about what I’m obsessing about that day. I particularly love technology, ask me for my laptop specs I dare you. When I was little I always wanted to be a scientist of any kind but then insomnia and fear of college stuff hit me like a truck aaaand that’s the end of that dream.
(4.c)
Anime:
You got me, I like anime but I’d like to think my tastes are benign.
Here’s some of my favorites I can list from the top of my head:
- To Your Eternity
- Vinland Saga
- Spice and Wolf
- Re:Zero
- Mob Psycho
- Dr. Stone
- Attack on Titan
- Spy x Family
- My Hero Academia
- Ranking of Kings
- Demon Slayer
Okay I can go on and on but I will say I don’t like pointless fan service and the spamming of cliche anime moments. I mostly enjoy action and anything well animated if it doesn’t have a potato story. Heck Demon Slayer could be my top 3 out of season 2’s animation alone. I don’t watch slice of life often or romance but I would with you!
(4.d)
Misc:
I’m not going to go on and on about the tiniest little things when the main ones are covered but I’ll watch pretty much any show with you and anything really. I like random youtube videos that explain some kind of lore or mystery, sometimes mini documentaries too.
As for food I looove sushi and I’m a sucker for fast food. Okay and candy, definitely candy.
I used to play tennis but haven’t really had the opportunity nor friends to play it with and I’m way too socially anxious to seek it out. Also I will say that when we move to something like discord I type waaaay more casually. I’m not going to expect long paragraphs back and forth like we’re writing English papers for each other, I do enjoy long conversations but seriously don’t worry about having to put the utmost effort into every response, I just like making good first impressions I guess.
(5)
(5.a)
My Physical Characteristics:
I’m 5’8 (172cm), 128 pounds (58kg), with curly brown hair and blue eyes. I like keeping my hair long in the winter and cutting it in the summer. I’m pretty slim in general so if you’re looking for someone large, that’s not me. I don’t work out but my work is pretty physical so at least I’m not totally inactive. I don’t have the urge to work out or gain muscle but I do want to maintain my slim figure so if I start losing control of that I’ll work out. I like to keep my face shaved because I don’t think I look good with a beard/mustache so if you’re into those I apologize. I have an average amount of body hair? I’d prefer to be completely shaved but it’s easy to lose motivation with that battle, if you prefer shaved then I’d have no problem complying. Anyways here’s what I look like: https://imgur.com/a/MZZgf2t
(5.b)
My Physical Preferences:
Having physical preferences makes me feel shallow, if I could make myself not have them I would but unfortunately that’s now how that works. I don’t care if you’re shorter or taller than me and I don’t care if you weigh more or less than me. All I ask is that you’re slim-average weight. I would never ask for someone to be something I’m not. I don’t care about tattoos or piercings.**(6)Expectations of You (Relationship Only):**I am not looking for someone “exciting” or someone to “keep me on my toes” I’m not looking for someone to cater to my every whim or anything like that. I don’t care if you’re “boring” or if you aren’t “successful”. I know it’s a common thing for people to not want a “boring” relationship and to seek something argumentative or something with constant challenges but I just want to be with you. During the exciting times, the boring times, and everything in-between, all of it will be great with you! Maybe we do argue sometimes or maybe there will be challenges but that will never be something I purposefully seek out and I don’t want that to be something you seek out either. I will not play tricks on you and I will not play mind games, I expect the same from you. We all have personal measures of success we may or may not have lived up to but what I care about most is our commitment to each other. If we have each other we can get through tough times, near the ends of our lives I want us to look back and feel that this life together was worth more than anything. That’s not saying I want us to be haphazard, I don’t want us to make poor decisions for the sake of yolo and I want us to always be rational, especially with each other. I want you to be someone I can trust to make decisions and weigh the options with a level head, I’ll try my best to live up to the same for you. Most of all I want empathy, understanding, someone to feel the utmost comfort and trust in.
(7)
Living Situation:
Currently my life is pretty relaxed, I work 3 times a week as a night shift stocker. I currently live in a 2 bedroom apartment with my roommate but we’re looking to move into someplace larger by the end of the year if everything works out. The internet is weirdly great for Ohio too like I have fiber and later this year we’re supposed to be getting dedicated fiber so that’s neat. I’m not attached to Ohio so the ultimate goal living location wise is probably moving to a country that won’t send you into a lifetime of dealing with the repercussions from one medical emergency.
(8)
Deal Breakers:
Might as well make this simple and make it a list.
- Anti-vaxxers
- Unironically believing astrology
- Right wingers
- Hard drugs (occasional 420 and alcohol is fine, may even join you)
- Wanting children, there was a time when I was younger when I wanted children but with the state of the word that’s a definite no and I feel like I wouldn’t be able to handle the stress. I’d love a stress free life with as much time with you as possible.
- Homophobic
- Transphobic
- Racist
- Super Religious
- Don’t be a bigot and don’t deny facts.
(9)
Closing Remarks:
Well you made it, I was thinking that finding someone I’d be willing to put a lifetime of effort into at least required this much effort. If I think of anything more I’ll update the post. Also about timezones, it really doesn’t matter where in the world you are. I don’t have a sleep schedule and I have most of the week off from work so it really doesn’t matter.
I request that in your response you do put effort into it, it doesn’t have to be anywhere near as long as this but at least enough so I know that you read this and enough about you so I know why you saw potential compatibility. I will seriously read all of it and respond the best I can. I do also request a pic included in your response (sfw please) or one soon after we start talking to prove identity, I’ll send identity proving pics too. As long as this post is up, you can send a reply!

Okay, I get my title sounds snobby or entitled but please hear me out. My SO worked a physically demanding job for about 6 or so months. The schedule was he left at 2a.m and came home anywhere from 1 p.m to 6 p.m. So he'd have to go to sleep either immediately or within a few hours to make sure he's rested for work. Well his body turned on him and he started to be in pain so he couldn't fulfill his job anymore. He quit and has been home since. He's gotten significantly better in terms of pain and how frequent it comes. It's been about two months now and all we've done is sit at home the entire time. You'd think it was another lol ckndown. I ask him to take me and our son places (I can't drive) and he says yes but only if it's on a weekDay. Why? Because he 'doesnt like all the people and I get anxiety' So fine. I accept that and tell him let's go to the petting zoo on a weekday. We call the zoo and they say their closed on weekdays. Okay. I call a regular zoo and ask if they have giraffe feeding on weekdays. They say no. So those plans are out I guess. I tell my SO "How about museums then?" he says our son wouldn't enjoy that and wouldn't be quiet enough for that. OKAY. At this point I'm scrapping the bottom of the barrel here and I tell him "Well then, let's go to Walmart but like inside. I really just want to get out of the house" he says no he's 'tired' of going inside and I can run in if I want.
We've also actually made plans that do certain things, gotten things ready the night before, packed, but it's met with "I feel fUnky" the next morning, the morning of. So we don't go. I tell him I'm bored and he gets mad at me! "We have a pool, there's outside if you don't want to be inside, there's your nails, there's cleaning, there's stuff to stream, idk what to tell you"
Okay, first of all, the pool he's talking about is cold all the time because he insisted on setting it up in spring instead of summer. So that's cool, I'm bored, let's freeze myself. Outside, has ZERO shade and no fences. The only fences it has is the fence he has around the grass he planted. And we're not allowed in there with shoes because "the grass still needs to grow". I haven't done my nails since way before my son was even born. There's only so much to stream and we've streamed it all because we've been cooped up in the house for months.
All the while he is saying he's in pain and feeling funky and uncomfortable he is INSISTANT on doing things HE wants to do that so happen to be here at home. He filled the whole patch for the grass he planted, he planted said grass, got weed killer for grass and is sitting out there all day in the hot sun taking out each individual weed one by one by hand. He set up his precious pool.
He sleeps until 12 in the afternoon and then lays down preparing to get up for another two hours. If I try to wake him or make him get the fuck up he throws a fit. He says he's tired. Well that's his fault for going to bed at 5 a.m. I put our son to bed at midnight every night but he stays up in the living room doing whatever he does and watching his shows.
I'm so tired of it. While I understand he doesn't feel well the fact is, most days he's fucking fine. I'm so extremely tired of being cooped up in the house. Every thing I suggest is meant with some reason not too. I even suggested going to our neighbors house to look at their chicken from the road and he said no. that's it's weird. He refuses to go with me and I don't want to go by myself. I'm just so done trying. It's showing all over my face and in my body language. This morning he had the audacity to ask me "You okay? you look bored" I told him I'm fine.
I just give up. Whenever I reminisce on the time we spend dating the first few months of our relationship it feels like I'm missing an ex. He used to take me places. Hell, for our first date he took me to another town to a haunted house. Then to the river. Then to sonic. Then to a different town for the petting zoo. He used to try. Now I'm expected to be happy with what I'm given. As bad as that sounds, I just want more from him.

I got two job offers this summer and it's deadline to decide which to do these days. Please give me some advice. Background: CS major junior but just switched major from business one year ago. Gonna graduate in 2025 summer and looking forward to land a well-paid SWE job then.
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I'm at a mission-driven Series A start up seeking paid summer interns interested in AI art generation using the newest tools on the market, such as Stable Diffusion, DALL-E 2, and Midjourney. The ideal candidate will have a background in graphic design and illustration and a budding interest in AI art techniques using multiple design and AI tools.
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You will work with leading machine learning and artificial intelligence experts to explore the newest techniques in AI image generation. The first two weeks of the internship will focus on developing your skillset and talents—teaching you the best techniques to produce beautiful images for children's books. The rest of the internship will focus on leveraging those techniques and continuing to grow your AI art skillset as you work with our team to develop a portfolio of beautiful images for children's stories.
You will leave this internship with three things:

1. A fully-developed skillset in AI image generation using the most up-to-date techniques
2. A portfolio of hundreds of images you have created (and potentially illustrator credits as well)
3. Great relationships with a small, hard-working, kind team of education specialists, design experts, machine learning engineers, and entrepreneurs.

The role is fully remote. However, we have a small office in San Francisco and a contingent of employees in New York and Philadelphia, and candidates from any of those cities will have some opportunity for in-person work if they choose.
Pay range: $2,000-$3,000 per month, depending on prior experience and grade level
Start date: ASAP
End date: End of summer, with the option for ongoing work depending on performance (negotiable)
To apply:

1. DM me for application contact info and background on the company.
2. Application process: send over 2-3 images you have created using an AI tool and explain which tool(s) they used and how you made those images

Please upvote to help a college student find a paid gig. :)
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Hello college students on this subreddit :)
I'm at a mission-driven Series A start up seeking paid summer interns interested in AI art generation using the newest tools on the market, such as Stable Diffusion, DALL-E 2, and Midjourney. The ideal candidate will have a background in graphic design and illustration and a budding interest in AI art techniques using multiple design and AI tools.

About the role

You will work with leading machine learning and artificial intelligence experts to explore the newest techniques in AI image generation. The first two weeks of the internship will focus on developing your skillset and talents—teaching you the best techniques to produce beautiful images for children's books. The rest of the internship will focus on leveraging those techniques and continuing to grow your AI art skillset as you work with our team to develop a portfolio of beautiful images for children's stories.
You will leave this internship with three things:

1. A fully-developed skillset in AI image generation using the most up-to-date techniques
2. A portfolio of hundreds of images you have created (and potentially illustrator credits as well)
3. Great relationships with a small, hard-working, kind team of education specialists, design experts, machine learning engineers, and entrepreneurs.

The role is fully remote. However, we have a small office in San Francisco and a contingent of employees in New York and Philadelphia, and candidates from any of those cities will have some opportunity for in-person work if they choose.
Pay range: $2,000-$3,000 per month, depending on prior experience and grade level
Start date: ASAP
End date: End of summer, with the option for ongoing work depending on performance (negotiable)

To apply:

1. DM me for application contact info and background on the company.
2. Application process: send over 2-3 images you have created using an AI tool and explain which tool(s) they used and how you made those images