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2023.03.23 21:28 Dry_Respond_6790 Playlist F
This past few days my Youtube Playlist showing guys, mostly grown men in a fun way caught on the toilet, the same playlist that went unmolested for nearly 4 years and every month I inspect it and the items, no video on the playlist shows children mostly boys being bullied, performing dangerous stunts; in fact hardly show any youngster on the toilet with his pants down. Then are those who have personal issues with toilet sitting videos, who have nothing better to do then flagged them falsely and report them to Youtube and some Youtubers review or reviews who have the same issues, removed the playlists but the same videos and shorts remain on the website, hmm. I appeal and I was given a revolving door rejection. Which would keep me from adding videos to my remaining 55 playlists, filled not only with toilet, but with music and entertainment. I am careful to what I place on my playlists,. I also realized they are two laws, the government and Youtube. I like Youtube and I like watching videos, what I don't like is the hypocrisy aimed at my channel or the playlists. I agree with and very supportive of child or anyone safety,also and the rules. Playlist F will be reloaded and this time with any male, 18 and over. To the individuals;, don't like it, don't watch it, there are too much controversy and drama happening in the world these days. I just want to have my say, remember its only entertainment and stay blessed.
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2023.03.23 21:27 Penumbra78 Fleece vs Insulated Jacket in May
We'll be headed to Iceland the last week of May with our 2 kids. (10 and 12) We'll spend about 6 days there before heading to Spain for another leg of our vacation. There's a bit of a climate difference there so I'm really stressing over how to pack the right amount of clothes.
We will definitely bring waterproof shells (non-insulated), rain pant, boots, base layers, hiking pants, plus accessories like hats, gloves, etc. My question is will we be fine with wearing fleece jackets, or should we bring insulated jackets like packable down or synthetic ones? I frequently spend a lot of time outdoors in the cold, but usually that's doing highly aerobic exercise where I seldom need an insulated layer. I'm willing to chance just packing a couple different fleeces for myself, but I know if I make the wrong choice for my kids, and they are miserable then we'll end up miserable too!
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We will definitely bring waterproof shells (non-insulated), rain pant, boots, base layers, hiking pants, plus accessories like hats, gloves, etc. My question is will we be fine with wearing fleece jackets, or should we bring insulated jackets like packable down or synthetic ones? I frequently spend a lot of time outdoors in the cold, but usually that's doing highly aerobic exercise where I seldom need an insulated layer. I'm willing to chance just packing a couple different fleeces for myself, but I know if I make the wrong choice for my kids, and they are miserable then we'll end up miserable too!
2023.03.23 21:16 Im_da_machine [NY] Sexual Harassment in work Bathroom
NYC, I work at a museum and the staff are expected to share bathrooms with visitors. Yesterday while I was using the stall in the men's room a group of teenage boys came in, tried kicking down the stall door then took a video of me, over the stall door, with my pants down. The boys were visiting with their school so I spoke to their teacher and they were caught. Management was also made aware of this. One manager was extremely dismissive of what happened and argued against taking any precautions to prevent it from happening again, they way he argued was also kind of confrontational. He's always been pretty short with everyone, regularly cuts people off and is just generally disrespectful but I got the impression that this time he was uncomfortable talking about this and just wanted to move on as quickly as possible(despite inserting himself into eh situation) but it made me feel pretty shitty. Do I have any options in regards to his behavior?
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2023.03.23 21:07 MaintenanceUnusual59 Am I a victim?
I’m from Wisconsin, USA and I (M17) lost my virginity to a 29 y/o man and got infected with HIV and Hepatitis B. After I found out, I feel like the man I had sex with took advantage of me. I’ve realized I’m still very naive, ignorant, inexperienced and easily influenced. Also I didn’t have complete sexual education. For instance, I had no idea gay men were at greater risk of becoming infected, especially if they were the one being penetrated. I had no idea what PrEP and PEP was either. It happened in my first night alone at another city within the state (we were alone in my apartment). He contacted me online, complimented me, asked me if I had ever had sex and asked me to send him my location. I just wanted to meet new people and told myself it’s fine if it leads to sex as long as I’m comfortable. When we were in my living room he told me multiple times that we should go to bed. I didn’t want to so I kept telling him “no, later” “not yet” or evading the proposal. It was too late already so he had to stay for the night. I put my pajamas on and he got naked, saying that’s the way he slept and closed the door of my bedroom. When we were laying in bed, he put his hands under my shirt and started touching my private parts. I didn’t know what to do. I stayed quiet because I felt like I didn’t have the strength to say “no” and to be honest I was confused (part of me wanted him to continue and part of me wanted to get out of there). He then told me repeated times to take off my clothes but I always told him I was too nervous/embarrassed to do it. He continued to touch me and took my shorts off regardless. Then he told me to lay on top on him, which I did, and asked me to take off my shirt. I said no one time but agreed to do it after he asked me again. After that he told me not to worry about condoms and said I could trust him. During sex he instructed me what to do. I never told him to stop, though.
I was really nervous and I didn’t really know him well so I was afraid of him stealing, hurting me and of how he would react if I refused to do something. At that moment STDs never crossed my mind as I was thinking about all these other things. There were times I wish I could have stopped or go slower but I felt like it was too late for me to do that and there was no way back. He knew I was 17.
We also shared nudes.
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I was really nervous and I didn’t really know him well so I was afraid of him stealing, hurting me and of how he would react if I refused to do something. At that moment STDs never crossed my mind as I was thinking about all these other things. There were times I wish I could have stopped or go slower but I felt like it was too late for me to do that and there was no way back. He knew I was 17.
We also shared nudes.
2023.03.23 21:06 MaintenanceUnusual59 Am I a victim?
I’m from Wisconsin, USA and I (M17) lost my virginity to a 29 y/o man and got infected with HIV and Hepatitis B. After I found out, I feel like the man I had sex with took advantage of me. I’ve realized I’m still very naive, ignorant, inexperienced and easily influenced. Also I didn’t have complete sexual education. For instance, I had no idea gay men were at greater risk of becoming infected, especially if they were the one being penetrated. I had no idea what PrEP and PEP was either. It happened in my first night alone at another city within the state (we were alone in my apartment). He contacted me online, complimented me, asked me if I had ever had sex and asked me to send him my location. I just wanted to meet new people and told myself it’s fine if it leads to sex as long as I’m comfortable. When we were in my living room he told me multiple times that we should go to bed. I didn’t want to so I kept telling him “no, later” “not yet” or evading the proposal. It was too late already so he had to stay for the night. I put my pajamas on and he got naked, saying that’s the way he slept and closed the door of my bedroom. When we were laying in bed, he put his hands under my shirt and started touching my private parts. I didn’t know what to do. I stayed quiet because I felt like I didn’t have the strength to say “no” and to be honest I was confused (part of me wanted him to continue and part of me wanted to get out of there). He then told me repeated times to take off my clothes but I always told him I was too nervous/embarrassed to do it. He continued to touch me and took my shorts off regardless. Then he told me to lay on top on him, which I did, and asked me to take off my shirt. I said no one time but agreed to do it after he asked me again. After that he told me not to worry about condoms and said I could trust him. During sex he instructed me what to do. I never told him to stop, though.
I was really nervous and I didn’t really know him well so I was afraid of him stealing, hurting me and of how he would react if I refused to do something. At that moment STDs never crossed my mind as I was thinking about all these other things. There were times I wish I could have stopped or go slower but I felt like it was too late for me to do that and there was no way back. He knew I was 17.
We also shared nudes.
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I was really nervous and I didn’t really know him well so I was afraid of him stealing, hurting me and of how he would react if I refused to do something. At that moment STDs never crossed my mind as I was thinking about all these other things. There were times I wish I could have stopped or go slower but I felt like it was too late for me to do that and there was no way back. He knew I was 17.
We also shared nudes.
2023.03.23 21:02 MaintenanceUnusual59 Am I a victim?
I’m from Wisconsin, USA and I (M17) lost my virginity to a 29 y/o man and got infected with HIV and Hepatitis B. After I found out, I feel like the man I had sex with took advantage of me. I’ve realized I’m still very naive, ignorant, inexperienced and easily influenced. Also I didn’t have complete sexual education. For instance, I had no idea gay men were at greater risk of becoming infected, especially if they were the one being penetrated. I had no idea what PrEP and PEP was either. It happened in my first night alone at another city within the state (we were alone in my apartment). He contacted me online, complimented me, asked me if I had ever had sex and asked me to send him my location. I just wanted to meet new people and told myself it’s fine if it leads to sex as long as I’m comfortable. When we were in my living room he told me multiple times that we should go to bed. I didn’t want to so I kept telling him “no, later” “not yet” or evading the proposal. It was too late already so he had to stay for the night. I put my pajamas on and he got naked, saying that’s the way he slept and closed the door of my bedroom. When we were laying in bed, he put his hands under my shirt and started touching my private parts. I didn’t know what to do. I stayed quiet because I felt like I didn’t have the strength to say “no” and to be honest I was confused (part of me wanted him to continue and part of me wanted to get out of there). He then told me repeated times to take off my clothes but I always told him I was too nervous/embarrassed to do it. He continued to touch me and took my shorts off regardless. Then he told me to lay on top on him, which I did, and asked me to take off my shirt. I said no one time but agreed to do it after he asked me again. After that he told me not to worry about condoms and said I could trust him. During sex he instructed me what to do. I never told him to stop, though.
I was really nervous and I didn’t really know him well so I was afraid of him stealing, hurting me and of how he would react if I refused to do something. At that moment STDs never crossed my mind as I was thinking about all these other things. There were times I wish I could have stopped or go slower but I felt like it was too late for me to do that and there was no way back. He knew I was 17.
We also shared nudes.
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I was really nervous and I didn’t really know him well so I was afraid of him stealing, hurting me and of how he would react if I refused to do something. At that moment STDs never crossed my mind as I was thinking about all these other things. There were times I wish I could have stopped or go slower but I felt like it was too late for me to do that and there was no way back. He knew I was 17.
We also shared nudes.
2023.03.23 20:31 blueiangreen Why do nonbinary people tend to be so intrusive?
With most trans men, I feel like we get the whole "if you're not told, don't ask" sort of rule. But for some reason, there's a great deal of nonbinary people who love to point out who may be trans and bring it out into the light for the whole public to see.
What bothers me is this. I want to live my own life separate from being trans. It's something I experience, but it's not my identity. If I don't tell you I'm trans, don't assume I am. If I tell you I'm trans, don't just bring up the topic whenever it's convenient for you. If you want consolidation and advice or something, ask if it's a good time.
It's weird to be a dude minding my own business, and then have some nonbinary person dressed in cosplay coming up to me in class asking where I got my binder from, and then choosing the rainbow one (this happened in high school).
It's weird to be a dude minding my own business, and then have some nonbinary person come up to me in class and try to start talking to me about experiences and sexuality (also happened in high school).
If you want to talk to someone about being trans, FIRST, make sure they've either told you that they are or are very publicly out. THEN, ASK if it's a good place and time. If not, please respect that. I dont want my dysphoria to be brought up, ruining my day, when I was having a good time. I dont want to try to save my ass in front of others because you want to talk about binders or testosterone.
Respect other people's boundaries, and don't overstep people. It might be just a "thing" for some, but for me, it's the equivalent of shitting my pants in class and then everyone finding out I have IBS. I dont want that and I definitely don't want just anyone knowing that I deal with a female body.
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What bothers me is this. I want to live my own life separate from being trans. It's something I experience, but it's not my identity. If I don't tell you I'm trans, don't assume I am. If I tell you I'm trans, don't just bring up the topic whenever it's convenient for you. If you want consolidation and advice or something, ask if it's a good time.
It's weird to be a dude minding my own business, and then have some nonbinary person dressed in cosplay coming up to me in class asking where I got my binder from, and then choosing the rainbow one (this happened in high school).
It's weird to be a dude minding my own business, and then have some nonbinary person come up to me in class and try to start talking to me about experiences and sexuality (also happened in high school).
If you want to talk to someone about being trans, FIRST, make sure they've either told you that they are or are very publicly out. THEN, ASK if it's a good place and time. If not, please respect that. I dont want my dysphoria to be brought up, ruining my day, when I was having a good time. I dont want to try to save my ass in front of others because you want to talk about binders or testosterone.
Respect other people's boundaries, and don't overstep people. It might be just a "thing" for some, but for me, it's the equivalent of shitting my pants in class and then everyone finding out I have IBS. I dont want that and I definitely don't want just anyone knowing that I deal with a female body.
2023.03.23 20:25 Fuckyoureddit1967 Se--curi--taaaay! In light of recent updates (thank you fellow sinners!) what do you think H&M's current (U.S.) security do all day/night?
I've composed this post 3x previously then deleted before actually posting. Lol. This week though, as more issues come to light (again, thank you to other posters/comments regarding H's lawsuits) WHAT DO YOU THINK H&M's SECURITY DOES? Other than stroke their egos?
We know factually--not allegedly, FACTUALLY--H&M treat their security like servants. Complaints from Ontario police (O.P.P.)
That said, what do you think the men & women who protect them 24/7 are doing? I feel they DO work for their money: H&M's shared paranoia & drama. I also feel they're rolling their eyes 100x a day/night. The biggest threat is the wrath/idiocy of the gruesome twosome. Never an actual threat towards the couple. I hope they bill, bill, bill H&M into bankruptcy.
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We know factually--not allegedly, FACTUALLY--H&M treat their security like servants. Complaints from Ontario police (O.P.P.)
That said, what do you think the men & women who protect them 24/7 are doing? I feel they DO work for their money: H&M's shared paranoia & drama. I also feel they're rolling their eyes 100x a day/night. The biggest threat is the wrath/idiocy of the gruesome twosome. Never an actual threat towards the couple. I hope they bill, bill, bill H&M into bankruptcy.
2023.03.23 20:24 AmbitiousStyle Rei.com has 50% off The North Face Mountain Athletics Full-Zip Fleece Hoodie - Men's ($53.83)
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2023.03.23 20:23 AmbitiousStyle Rei.com has 50% off The North Face Mountain Athletics Full-Zip Fleece Hoodie - Men's ($53.83)
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2023.03.23 20:12 ameatpopcicle [WTS/WTT] PRICE DROP Black Diamond First Light Hoodie, Black Diamond Creedo Pants
Mens L KingFisher Blue Black Diamond First Light Hoodie has only had light use running errands, no climbing or hiking. Recently gently washed with eco friendly detergent. Purchased in Anchorage at tye Black Diamond store. Has minor seem tear in right pocket. Easily stitched. See picture. Asking $130 $115 shipped PayPal G&S
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Credo Pants have been worn probably 10 times. 34x32. Also light use running errands. No climbing or hiking. Asking$50 $45 shipped
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Bundle and save on shipping. Willing to make a deal on both. PM me.
Willing to trade for similar items subdued or earth colors.
Also interested in packs.
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Credo Pants have been worn probably 10 times. 34x32. Also light use running errands. No climbing or hiking. Asking
https://imgur.com/a/rarmTb1
Bundle and save on shipping. Willing to make a deal on both. PM me.
Willing to trade for similar items subdued or earth colors.
Also interested in packs.
2023.03.23 19:48 MjolnirPants Jerry and the Apocalypse: Part 55
Part 54
Gary Johnson, Sleepy and Therefore Grumpy. And Armed. Always Armed.
It was Radar's whining that woke him up this time. He'd been having trouble sleeping for the past few nights, ever since his two proteges went off in search of blood, leaving behind a maimed god and a metric shit-ton of panic.
He gently lifted Chris' arm from his waist and slid out of the bed, padding on bare feet over to where his daughter, Natalie, slept. Assuring himself that she was fine, he pulled on a pair of sweat pants and stepped into his boots, not bothering to lace them up. Then he walked outside, Radar sticking close to him, still whining.
Once the door of his extra-dimensional 'tent' had closed behind him, Gary knelt down to embrace the whining mass of tentacles, bathed in black smoke. He found the body at the center, wrapping his arms around the thick rib cage and letting Radar's many tongues seek out flesh to lick.
"What's wrong, boy?" he asked. Radar continued to whine and lick him frantically. Gary recognized it as self-soothing behavior. Something was upsetting his chthonic, tentacled hound.
"Radar," he said sharply, getting the beast's attention. "What is it?" he asked. Radar was a smart creature, smarter than a dog, in any case. Gary honestly believe that he understood most of what was said to him, if not all of it.
Radar reluctantly pulled out of Gary's embrace and bounded away, stopping after a few feet to turn about a dozen eyestalks back to focus on Gary. Gary followed.
Radar led him to Sookie's tent. Gary knocked, gently at first, hoping everything was all right. Radar whined some more, sending forth a couple of tentacles that ended in dog-like noses to sniff at the door.
It opened after a second to reveal Ningur, who gawked at him and Radar. "Hi, uh, come in, Sookie's not doing well..."
Gary heard another voice from behind her, pleading, "Please open the door, Sookie!" He stepped in. "What's happening?"
Ningur shrugged, her wings flexing slightly and her tail flicking around like that of an agitated cat. "I don't know. We were doing gay shit and then Sookie got upset and locked herself in the shower and Mot's trying to get her out but Sookie won't open the door and Mot's afraid to break the glass because she thinks it might hurt Sookie."
Gary listened. "Gay shit?" he asked. Ningur nodded. "That's what Sookie called it. We were licking each other's-" Gary cut her off with a raised hand. "Got it."
He stepped around Ningur and took in the scene. Sookie, like many others, had made changes to her 'tent', and the main room was now an L-shape. Posters, of the movies and television shows Sookie loved, as well as those she produced, including The Legend of Jimmy, bedecked the walls, hemming in display cases full of dildos that ranged from the mundane to the bizarre.
He stepped forward to see around the corner, and found Mot, nude and sitting with her back to a clear glass door that was currently fogged over, head in her hands and frustration evident in her posture.
"What happened?" Gary asked again. Mot looked up at him and he saw relief wash over her. She stood and stepped right up to him, speaking quietly.
"I'm so glad you're here. The three of us were, like, fooling around when Sookie just started crying and ran into the shower. I don't know what she's doing in there, but I'm afraid for her. I thought about breaking the door, but after losing my divinity while I was in a manifestation, I'm mortal, and I know she won't heal from wounds made by a mortal."
"Huh," Gary said. "I don't know if that'd work. You gotta be trying to hurt her in order to do any real damage. But I bet I know what she's doing in there."
Mot winced. "Shit-tits," she muttered. "This is why I'm glad you're here. Ningur's a sweet thing, but she's kinda useless in an emergency..."
"Ayup," Gary said, moving past her. He raised a fist and shattered the glass of the door with a hard rap. It collapsed into a mass of tiny pebbles, like safety glass, to reveal a cloud of steam that bellowed out into the room. He stepped over the pile of glass and his eyes focused on Sookie.
She was sitting against one wall with her knees up, under the water which had been turned all the way hot. Both hands were hidden behind her legs, buried in her crotch, and she was making a soft mewling sound. Gary could see the muscles in her forearms working. He stepped over and grabbed her by both arms, hoisting her up. As he did, he could see the claws buried deep in her flesh. He gave her a little shake, knocking them free, then tossed her over one shoulder and turned to carry her out.
"Turn the water off, will ya?" he asked Mot as he walked to the intersection of the two wings of the room, where Sookie's large, four-poster bed stood. He gently set her down on the edge of it, then took a seat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
Sookie dropped a hand on her own leg and clawed furrows into it that began to heal immediately. Gary grabbed both of her small hands in one of his large mitts and held tight to them. "That's enough," he said. When she didn't respond, he took his arm off her shoulders and grabbed her chin, turning her face to his.
"Talk to me, babe'," he said.
Sookie blinked at him, then shook her head and began to sob. Gary let go of her chin, hugging her to him again. Mot approached and sat on her other side. Gary flashed her a look, then made a beckoning gesture with his head, so Mot put her own arm around Sookie and leaned into her.
"Whatever's wrong," Gary said. "You ain't got to handle it alone. All you gotta do is talk to us, you hear me?"
He let her cry for a bit longer as Mot simply hugged her and Ningur sat on the floor in front, her face twisted in confusion and sympathy. She cried for several minutes before her sobs began to relent.
"I miss her," she said after a while.
"Inanna?" Gary asked, and Sookie nodded.
"She used to come visit me," she said, sniffling and wiping at her cheeks. "Back when she first woke up. She'd tell me about Jerry and Sarisa, and I'd tell her about things that happened while she was asleep. She was the first one to... To speak to me, to be nice to me, after I left Nibiru. I had spent centuries there, thinking she'd hate me, but when I finally left... She was the only friend I had. I met Ishantee later, and we were never all that close until after she woke up, a few years ago. But Inanna was... She was my best friend."
"I know, darlin'," Gary said. "She was a beautiful lady, and I ain't just talking about looks."
"You probably think I'm a basketcase," Sookie said ruefully. Gary shook his head.
"Naw, girl."
He let her hands go and lifted her chin. "I know y'are," he added with a wink. Sookie snorted, coughed, and then laughed.
"Don't make fun of me," she complained.
Gary poked her gently in the ribs, making her squirm. "Sorry babe, that's one request I can't do."
Sookie giggled, then leaned her head against him. "Thank you, Gary."
"Ain't nothing. It were Radar what let me know something was off."
Radar, who'd been laying on the floor, watching them with all of his eyestalks, perked up at the mention of his name. Sookie held out her arms to him, and he bounded over to wrap tentacles around her legs and whine softly as she rubbed him.
"Thank you, Radar," she said.
She turned her head, "And thank you, too, Mot."
"I just can't handle all the emotional stuff," Mot said with feigned disinterest. "Gotta put an end to it."
Sookie poked her in turn, eliciting a girlish squeal. Gary glanced at Ningur, who still seemed a little confused (which he was beginning to suspect was par for the course with this one), but was smiling a small, uncertain smile.
"I'm sorry I ruined our fun," Sookie said to both of the other women. "It's fine," Mot said.
"Was it something I did?" Ningur asked.
"No, sweetie, not at all," Sookie told her. "It was that council, today. I sat in on it and it... It worried me."
"Council?" Gary asked. He hadn't been aware of any such thing. The war was progressing, and at a decent clip, under the established strategy. The human military was steadily encroaching on the primordial's territory, pushing back the zombies and spidercrabs, as they'd come to be known. They were even able to take out a primordial in a pinch, using the M1028 rounds and multiple tanks. Gary almost winced at the memory of watching it; four tanks firing what amounted to enormous shotgun shells at a mass of writhing tentacles fifty times the size of one of the tanks, and the ensuing mess that caused.
Things were getting harder, as predicted, and their progress was slowing as each primordial became more difficult to kill, but Jane was still predicting a victory in about two weeks, barring any unforeseen circumstances. Though she had warned that 'unforeseen circumstances' remained a possibility, as her domain did not give her insight into what the primordials themselves knew. What lay beyond the yawning abyss of ginungagap was a mystery.
So there'd been no need for any planning sessions, so far. They couldn't plan for what they couldn't know, and they didn't need to plan any more for what they did no.
Sookie nodded. "They were discussing Jerry."
"Shit," Gary swore. He knew something like this was bound to happen, eventually. After Tysrane had shown up, missing a hand and incapable of regrowing it, it was inevitable that the gods would get their panties in a wad.
"So what happened?" he asked.
Sookie sucked in a deep breath and massaged her thighs for a moment. "It was pretty bad. They met to discuss what happened to Tysrane, and what to do about Jerry.
"They're scared, Gary. All of them, even Yarm. And Jane... When they asked, she told them everything. That Jerry has the ability to kill a god, now. You know, death has never been a real worry to us. What happened to Ultris..." She stopped speaking for a moment to tamp down on the old wound, still ragged and bleeding, so many thousands of years later. After a moment, she went on.
"What happened to Ultris, it took four of them, with Astoram dipping into some dark, dark magic. There was a confluence as well... I don't know all of it, and even explaining what I do know would take hours, but it's not something that anyone, even Sarisa, thought could be done again. It was a fluke, a freak occurrence. Loki and Eloham were punished harshly. I think Loki's still serving his punishment. Anansi got off because he tried to stop it at the end, but Astoram... All the gods turned from him. I think, if there was a way to kill him, they'd have done it. It was a really big deal.
"And now, Jerry has woven an enchantment that will let him do it any time he wants. They're terrified."
Gary nodded. He had expected something like this. "I take it they're factionalizing?"
Sookie nodded back. "Yes. Yarm's the voice of one camp, saying that Jerry's the only one who could be trusted with this power, and we should let him get his revenge, and then just talk to him. Tysrane and a few others are arguing that we need to go find him and convince him to give it up. They're pointing out Sarisa's plan, saying that if we let him go through with this, Jerry might become that guy she's trying to make him into."
"Is that it?" Gary asked. Sookie's eyes darkened. "No," she whispered. She took a deep breath.
"The largest group... Including Vintress and Azzazu... They're arguing that he needs to be stopped right now, permanently. That he should be killed, so he can never make another godslayer."
"Sheeeit," Gary drawled slowly.
"Not fucking cool," Mot agreed.
"I don't know what to do, guys," Sookie said, her voice betraying her rising emotions.
"I do," Gary announced. All eyes turned to him.
"We're gonna go find him. We're gonna help him put Sarisa in the dirt, not for payback, but because she needs to be gone for good. She's too fuckin' dangerous. Then we're gonna come back here, win this fucking war, and square off with them assholes what want to kill my buddy, and tell them in no uncertain terms that if they come for him, they come for all of us. And if they do come for him anyways, well... I can't imagine he'd be stingy with the god killin' spells."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Mot said. Gary quirked an eyebrow at her.
"I'm not, like, the goddess of psychology or anything, and I realize I don't know him as well as you guys do, but I'm positive that he's carrying around a metric shit-ton of guilt, dude. If I had to guess, I'd say that he doesn't give a shit what happens to him after he kills Sarisa."
Gary winced. He wanted to tell Mot to shut her damn mouth, but he couldn't deny the truth in her words.
"Doesn't matter," he said after a moment's reflection. "Jerry's a damn fine listener, and with all of us reminding him that losing him would hurt us as much as losing Inanna did, he'll come to his senses."
"You sure?"
Gary nodded. He wasn't, actually. He couldn't be. But he had learned long ago that doubts are only useful when they help you refine your plans, and they can get you killed if you dwell on them too much. He had a course of action in front of him. It may not be the best possible one, but it was a good one. It was better to do something dumb decisively than to do nothing at all.
"I'm positive." He stood, Radar untangling himself from Sookie as he did. "I'm gonna go tell Chris, then get ready. I'll be back in ten, and then we're gonna go find Jerry."
"Leave the shirt off," Mot called as he left. He turned, a question in his eyes. "You just got really nice pecs, dude," Mot said with a little grin. Gary bounced his pecs, one after the other, making all three of the women laugh.
Good, he thought as he went back to his 'tent'. Good morale helps everything run smoother.
He found Chris awake, sitting up in the bed. Their eyes met, and Gary knew that Chris knew. Both were old soldiers, who knew what it meant to deploy. Chris stood and followed him back outside, so as not to wake Natalie.
"We're going after Jerry. There's a faction of the gods who want to kill him, now that he has the ability to kill them. We're gonna help him zero Sarisa and then confront that bunch. Yarm's speaking for a smaller group that'll stand with us, and Tysrane of all people, is in the middle."
"Motherfucker," Chris muttered. "Bunch of fucking drama queens, these gods."
"Yeah, well, I kinda get it. Ain't none of them ever had to worry about dying before. They don't really know what courage means."
Chris' lip curled in a sneer. Gary understood. For most warriors, a coward was the worst thing a person could be. Gary was a bit more forgiving, having seen the cowardice in himself that he had overcome, and having seen how courage can form and grow. Jerry himself proved that cowardice was not a permanent state. That kid had pissed his pants and cried like a baby, the first time they got into trouble, and now here he was, off to murder a goddess, virtually by himself.
Chris sighed deeply after a moment. "I'll take care of Nat," he said. "You take care of Jerry."
Gary nodded. "I'mma go say goodbye. We're leaving right away."
Chris came with him and they gently awakened their daughter. "What?" she asked in a drowsy voice when they got her sitting up.
"Poppy's got to go handle some things," Gary told her gently. "I don't know how long I'll be gone for, but I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye." She reached out her arms for his neck and he embraced her.
"I love you, Poppy," she said. "I love you too, Punkin," he said.
"Bring me a present when you come back," she muttered as she laid back down and closed her eyes. Both men smiled down at her and tried to stop their hearts from bursting.
She began to snore lightly again, so Chris walked Gary out. Once outside, Gary summoned his battle rattle from hammerspace, dismissing his current outfit of sweatpants and unlaced boots.
"You take care," Chris said as they hugged each other. Their lips came together for a long moment. When they pulled apart, he added. "Wreck shit."
Gary nodded. "I love you," he said.
"I love you, too," Chris said. They kissed again, and then it was done. Both of them knew these goodbyes. Neither wanted to draw it out, to make it too painful. Gary left to take care of one other task before he left.
Yarm answered on the first knock. "Gary," he said. "Come on in, I need to speak to you."
"Brekka in there?" Gary asked. Yarm nodded. "And the boys. With all that's happening, they didn't really want their space from us."
"I'd rather just the two of us chat," Gary said. "As much as I love your family, this is... Well, talking shop, you know?" Yarm nodded and stepped out, pulling the door shut behind him.
"I need to tell you about the council," Yarm began, but he stopped at the look on Gary's face.
"Sookie told me," Gary said.
"Did she tell you that most of the gods want to kill him?" Yarm asked. Gary nodded. "I'm leaving, to go help him. I trust Jerry, and I consider him a dear friend. I ain't leaving him to stand alone."
Yarm nodded, but he looked pained. "Gary, Jerry is getting very powerful. He has eleven wells, and, frankly, he's as smart as or smarter than Sarisa. And he's cunning as shit, on top of that. You know what that means."
Garry blew out a breath. "Cunning is scarier than smart, every fuckin' day," he said.
"It is," Yarm agreed. "The gods are terrified, Gary. They've never had a threat like this out there. Some of them stand with me, and some, like Tysrane -bless his objective heart- are maintaining neutrality. But most are scared, and that's making them angry."
"They all know about Sarisa's plan. They know about Jerry's visions, because Jane can't lie, and doesn't seem inclined to keep it to herself."
"Where does she stand?"
Yarm shrugged and shook his head. "I have no fucking clue. Nobody does. She's staying removed from the argument, answering everyone's questions."
"Well, hopefully with her being still a little green and all, she won't be as much a threat as Sarisa."
Yarm chuffed. "I'm as green as she is."
"Yeah, but you're so big," Gary said. He eyed Yarm with wide eyes until he cracked and they both chuckled.
"Anyways, I wanted to let you know where I'm off to. Try to run this thing in our direction, back here. I'm gonna help Jerry, but I'm also gonna make sure he has to see a little reason."
"Fuck that noise," Yarm said. "Jerry's my best friend. I'm coming with you. Besides, Saerdwin had a talk with Kratos, and he came over to our side. Between the two of them, they'd do a better job leading this faction than I would. Honestly, Saerdwin alone would do a better job, still, but they're kind of a pair."
"Well, go kiss your ole lady and hug your kids then," Gary said. "We're off to war."
----
Gary and Yarm approached Sookie's 'tent' and slowed down warily when they saw the crowd in front. As they paced closer, Gary began to make out faces. Chris was there, as was Ishantee, Ninhursag, Glorfinel and Anansi. Sookie and Mot were in the group.
Everyone was armed and armored.
Sookie stepped forward. "They're all coming," she said. Gary gawked at them. Chris met his eyes. "Brekka and Esmeralda just showed up and told me to go with you. I didn't question it."
Ishantee spoke. "Inanna was a rival for so long, but the last few weeks, we..." She sniffed and wiped her eye. "We became close. And that meant a lot to me."
"Jerry and I might not have been close, but I know better than to bet against him," Anansi said mildly.
"She stole children from me," Ninhursag growled. Gary met Glorfinel's eyes. He shrugged. "I'm with Anansi, really. This seems like the winning play, to me."
Heavy footsteps sounded from behind him, and Gary turned to find Kratos stomping up, dressed in thick leather armor and swinging an enormous warhammer as if it weighed nothing.
"Why we just standing around? I thought we were gonna go smash Sarisa?" he asked, frowning in confusion.
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Gary Johnson, Sleepy and Therefore Grumpy. And Armed. Always Armed.
It was Radar's whining that woke him up this time. He'd been having trouble sleeping for the past few nights, ever since his two proteges went off in search of blood, leaving behind a maimed god and a metric shit-ton of panic.
He gently lifted Chris' arm from his waist and slid out of the bed, padding on bare feet over to where his daughter, Natalie, slept. Assuring himself that she was fine, he pulled on a pair of sweat pants and stepped into his boots, not bothering to lace them up. Then he walked outside, Radar sticking close to him, still whining.
Once the door of his extra-dimensional 'tent' had closed behind him, Gary knelt down to embrace the whining mass of tentacles, bathed in black smoke. He found the body at the center, wrapping his arms around the thick rib cage and letting Radar's many tongues seek out flesh to lick.
"What's wrong, boy?" he asked. Radar continued to whine and lick him frantically. Gary recognized it as self-soothing behavior. Something was upsetting his chthonic, tentacled hound.
"Radar," he said sharply, getting the beast's attention. "What is it?" he asked. Radar was a smart creature, smarter than a dog, in any case. Gary honestly believe that he understood most of what was said to him, if not all of it.
Radar reluctantly pulled out of Gary's embrace and bounded away, stopping after a few feet to turn about a dozen eyestalks back to focus on Gary. Gary followed.
Radar led him to Sookie's tent. Gary knocked, gently at first, hoping everything was all right. Radar whined some more, sending forth a couple of tentacles that ended in dog-like noses to sniff at the door.
It opened after a second to reveal Ningur, who gawked at him and Radar. "Hi, uh, come in, Sookie's not doing well..."
Gary heard another voice from behind her, pleading, "Please open the door, Sookie!" He stepped in. "What's happening?"
Ningur shrugged, her wings flexing slightly and her tail flicking around like that of an agitated cat. "I don't know. We were doing gay shit and then Sookie got upset and locked herself in the shower and Mot's trying to get her out but Sookie won't open the door and Mot's afraid to break the glass because she thinks it might hurt Sookie."
Gary listened. "Gay shit?" he asked. Ningur nodded. "That's what Sookie called it. We were licking each other's-" Gary cut her off with a raised hand. "Got it."
He stepped around Ningur and took in the scene. Sookie, like many others, had made changes to her 'tent', and the main room was now an L-shape. Posters, of the movies and television shows Sookie loved, as well as those she produced, including The Legend of Jimmy, bedecked the walls, hemming in display cases full of dildos that ranged from the mundane to the bizarre.
He stepped forward to see around the corner, and found Mot, nude and sitting with her back to a clear glass door that was currently fogged over, head in her hands and frustration evident in her posture.
"What happened?" Gary asked again. Mot looked up at him and he saw relief wash over her. She stood and stepped right up to him, speaking quietly.
"I'm so glad you're here. The three of us were, like, fooling around when Sookie just started crying and ran into the shower. I don't know what she's doing in there, but I'm afraid for her. I thought about breaking the door, but after losing my divinity while I was in a manifestation, I'm mortal, and I know she won't heal from wounds made by a mortal."
"Huh," Gary said. "I don't know if that'd work. You gotta be trying to hurt her in order to do any real damage. But I bet I know what she's doing in there."
Mot winced. "Shit-tits," she muttered. "This is why I'm glad you're here. Ningur's a sweet thing, but she's kinda useless in an emergency..."
"Ayup," Gary said, moving past her. He raised a fist and shattered the glass of the door with a hard rap. It collapsed into a mass of tiny pebbles, like safety glass, to reveal a cloud of steam that bellowed out into the room. He stepped over the pile of glass and his eyes focused on Sookie.
She was sitting against one wall with her knees up, under the water which had been turned all the way hot. Both hands were hidden behind her legs, buried in her crotch, and she was making a soft mewling sound. Gary could see the muscles in her forearms working. He stepped over and grabbed her by both arms, hoisting her up. As he did, he could see the claws buried deep in her flesh. He gave her a little shake, knocking them free, then tossed her over one shoulder and turned to carry her out.
"Turn the water off, will ya?" he asked Mot as he walked to the intersection of the two wings of the room, where Sookie's large, four-poster bed stood. He gently set her down on the edge of it, then took a seat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
Sookie dropped a hand on her own leg and clawed furrows into it that began to heal immediately. Gary grabbed both of her small hands in one of his large mitts and held tight to them. "That's enough," he said. When she didn't respond, he took his arm off her shoulders and grabbed her chin, turning her face to his.
"Talk to me, babe'," he said.
Sookie blinked at him, then shook her head and began to sob. Gary let go of her chin, hugging her to him again. Mot approached and sat on her other side. Gary flashed her a look, then made a beckoning gesture with his head, so Mot put her own arm around Sookie and leaned into her.
"Whatever's wrong," Gary said. "You ain't got to handle it alone. All you gotta do is talk to us, you hear me?"
He let her cry for a bit longer as Mot simply hugged her and Ningur sat on the floor in front, her face twisted in confusion and sympathy. She cried for several minutes before her sobs began to relent.
"I miss her," she said after a while.
"Inanna?" Gary asked, and Sookie nodded.
"She used to come visit me," she said, sniffling and wiping at her cheeks. "Back when she first woke up. She'd tell me about Jerry and Sarisa, and I'd tell her about things that happened while she was asleep. She was the first one to... To speak to me, to be nice to me, after I left Nibiru. I had spent centuries there, thinking she'd hate me, but when I finally left... She was the only friend I had. I met Ishantee later, and we were never all that close until after she woke up, a few years ago. But Inanna was... She was my best friend."
"I know, darlin'," Gary said. "She was a beautiful lady, and I ain't just talking about looks."
"You probably think I'm a basketcase," Sookie said ruefully. Gary shook his head.
"Naw, girl."
He let her hands go and lifted her chin. "I know y'are," he added with a wink. Sookie snorted, coughed, and then laughed.
"Don't make fun of me," she complained.
Gary poked her gently in the ribs, making her squirm. "Sorry babe, that's one request I can't do."
Sookie giggled, then leaned her head against him. "Thank you, Gary."
"Ain't nothing. It were Radar what let me know something was off."
Radar, who'd been laying on the floor, watching them with all of his eyestalks, perked up at the mention of his name. Sookie held out her arms to him, and he bounded over to wrap tentacles around her legs and whine softly as she rubbed him.
"Thank you, Radar," she said.
She turned her head, "And thank you, too, Mot."
"I just can't handle all the emotional stuff," Mot said with feigned disinterest. "Gotta put an end to it."
Sookie poked her in turn, eliciting a girlish squeal. Gary glanced at Ningur, who still seemed a little confused (which he was beginning to suspect was par for the course with this one), but was smiling a small, uncertain smile.
"I'm sorry I ruined our fun," Sookie said to both of the other women. "It's fine," Mot said.
"Was it something I did?" Ningur asked.
"No, sweetie, not at all," Sookie told her. "It was that council, today. I sat in on it and it... It worried me."
"Council?" Gary asked. He hadn't been aware of any such thing. The war was progressing, and at a decent clip, under the established strategy. The human military was steadily encroaching on the primordial's territory, pushing back the zombies and spidercrabs, as they'd come to be known. They were even able to take out a primordial in a pinch, using the M1028 rounds and multiple tanks. Gary almost winced at the memory of watching it; four tanks firing what amounted to enormous shotgun shells at a mass of writhing tentacles fifty times the size of one of the tanks, and the ensuing mess that caused.
Things were getting harder, as predicted, and their progress was slowing as each primordial became more difficult to kill, but Jane was still predicting a victory in about two weeks, barring any unforeseen circumstances. Though she had warned that 'unforeseen circumstances' remained a possibility, as her domain did not give her insight into what the primordials themselves knew. What lay beyond the yawning abyss of ginungagap was a mystery.
So there'd been no need for any planning sessions, so far. They couldn't plan for what they couldn't know, and they didn't need to plan any more for what they did no.
Sookie nodded. "They were discussing Jerry."
"Shit," Gary swore. He knew something like this was bound to happen, eventually. After Tysrane had shown up, missing a hand and incapable of regrowing it, it was inevitable that the gods would get their panties in a wad.
"So what happened?" he asked.
Sookie sucked in a deep breath and massaged her thighs for a moment. "It was pretty bad. They met to discuss what happened to Tysrane, and what to do about Jerry.
"They're scared, Gary. All of them, even Yarm. And Jane... When they asked, she told them everything. That Jerry has the ability to kill a god, now. You know, death has never been a real worry to us. What happened to Ultris..." She stopped speaking for a moment to tamp down on the old wound, still ragged and bleeding, so many thousands of years later. After a moment, she went on.
"What happened to Ultris, it took four of them, with Astoram dipping into some dark, dark magic. There was a confluence as well... I don't know all of it, and even explaining what I do know would take hours, but it's not something that anyone, even Sarisa, thought could be done again. It was a fluke, a freak occurrence. Loki and Eloham were punished harshly. I think Loki's still serving his punishment. Anansi got off because he tried to stop it at the end, but Astoram... All the gods turned from him. I think, if there was a way to kill him, they'd have done it. It was a really big deal.
"And now, Jerry has woven an enchantment that will let him do it any time he wants. They're terrified."
Gary nodded. He had expected something like this. "I take it they're factionalizing?"
Sookie nodded back. "Yes. Yarm's the voice of one camp, saying that Jerry's the only one who could be trusted with this power, and we should let him get his revenge, and then just talk to him. Tysrane and a few others are arguing that we need to go find him and convince him to give it up. They're pointing out Sarisa's plan, saying that if we let him go through with this, Jerry might become that guy she's trying to make him into."
"Is that it?" Gary asked. Sookie's eyes darkened. "No," she whispered. She took a deep breath.
"The largest group... Including Vintress and Azzazu... They're arguing that he needs to be stopped right now, permanently. That he should be killed, so he can never make another godslayer."
"Sheeeit," Gary drawled slowly.
"Not fucking cool," Mot agreed.
"I don't know what to do, guys," Sookie said, her voice betraying her rising emotions.
"I do," Gary announced. All eyes turned to him.
"We're gonna go find him. We're gonna help him put Sarisa in the dirt, not for payback, but because she needs to be gone for good. She's too fuckin' dangerous. Then we're gonna come back here, win this fucking war, and square off with them assholes what want to kill my buddy, and tell them in no uncertain terms that if they come for him, they come for all of us. And if they do come for him anyways, well... I can't imagine he'd be stingy with the god killin' spells."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Mot said. Gary quirked an eyebrow at her.
"I'm not, like, the goddess of psychology or anything, and I realize I don't know him as well as you guys do, but I'm positive that he's carrying around a metric shit-ton of guilt, dude. If I had to guess, I'd say that he doesn't give a shit what happens to him after he kills Sarisa."
Gary winced. He wanted to tell Mot to shut her damn mouth, but he couldn't deny the truth in her words.
"Doesn't matter," he said after a moment's reflection. "Jerry's a damn fine listener, and with all of us reminding him that losing him would hurt us as much as losing Inanna did, he'll come to his senses."
"You sure?"
Gary nodded. He wasn't, actually. He couldn't be. But he had learned long ago that doubts are only useful when they help you refine your plans, and they can get you killed if you dwell on them too much. He had a course of action in front of him. It may not be the best possible one, but it was a good one. It was better to do something dumb decisively than to do nothing at all.
"I'm positive." He stood, Radar untangling himself from Sookie as he did. "I'm gonna go tell Chris, then get ready. I'll be back in ten, and then we're gonna go find Jerry."
"Leave the shirt off," Mot called as he left. He turned, a question in his eyes. "You just got really nice pecs, dude," Mot said with a little grin. Gary bounced his pecs, one after the other, making all three of the women laugh.
Good, he thought as he went back to his 'tent'. Good morale helps everything run smoother.
He found Chris awake, sitting up in the bed. Their eyes met, and Gary knew that Chris knew. Both were old soldiers, who knew what it meant to deploy. Chris stood and followed him back outside, so as not to wake Natalie.
"We're going after Jerry. There's a faction of the gods who want to kill him, now that he has the ability to kill them. We're gonna help him zero Sarisa and then confront that bunch. Yarm's speaking for a smaller group that'll stand with us, and Tysrane of all people, is in the middle."
"Motherfucker," Chris muttered. "Bunch of fucking drama queens, these gods."
"Yeah, well, I kinda get it. Ain't none of them ever had to worry about dying before. They don't really know what courage means."
Chris' lip curled in a sneer. Gary understood. For most warriors, a coward was the worst thing a person could be. Gary was a bit more forgiving, having seen the cowardice in himself that he had overcome, and having seen how courage can form and grow. Jerry himself proved that cowardice was not a permanent state. That kid had pissed his pants and cried like a baby, the first time they got into trouble, and now here he was, off to murder a goddess, virtually by himself.
Chris sighed deeply after a moment. "I'll take care of Nat," he said. "You take care of Jerry."
Gary nodded. "I'mma go say goodbye. We're leaving right away."
Chris came with him and they gently awakened their daughter. "What?" she asked in a drowsy voice when they got her sitting up.
"Poppy's got to go handle some things," Gary told her gently. "I don't know how long I'll be gone for, but I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye." She reached out her arms for his neck and he embraced her.
"I love you, Poppy," she said. "I love you too, Punkin," he said.
"Bring me a present when you come back," she muttered as she laid back down and closed her eyes. Both men smiled down at her and tried to stop their hearts from bursting.
She began to snore lightly again, so Chris walked Gary out. Once outside, Gary summoned his battle rattle from hammerspace, dismissing his current outfit of sweatpants and unlaced boots.
"You take care," Chris said as they hugged each other. Their lips came together for a long moment. When they pulled apart, he added. "Wreck shit."
Gary nodded. "I love you," he said.
"I love you, too," Chris said. They kissed again, and then it was done. Both of them knew these goodbyes. Neither wanted to draw it out, to make it too painful. Gary left to take care of one other task before he left.
Yarm answered on the first knock. "Gary," he said. "Come on in, I need to speak to you."
"Brekka in there?" Gary asked. Yarm nodded. "And the boys. With all that's happening, they didn't really want their space from us."
"I'd rather just the two of us chat," Gary said. "As much as I love your family, this is... Well, talking shop, you know?" Yarm nodded and stepped out, pulling the door shut behind him.
"I need to tell you about the council," Yarm began, but he stopped at the look on Gary's face.
"Sookie told me," Gary said.
"Did she tell you that most of the gods want to kill him?" Yarm asked. Gary nodded. "I'm leaving, to go help him. I trust Jerry, and I consider him a dear friend. I ain't leaving him to stand alone."
Yarm nodded, but he looked pained. "Gary, Jerry is getting very powerful. He has eleven wells, and, frankly, he's as smart as or smarter than Sarisa. And he's cunning as shit, on top of that. You know what that means."
Garry blew out a breath. "Cunning is scarier than smart, every fuckin' day," he said.
"It is," Yarm agreed. "The gods are terrified, Gary. They've never had a threat like this out there. Some of them stand with me, and some, like Tysrane -bless his objective heart- are maintaining neutrality. But most are scared, and that's making them angry."
"They all know about Sarisa's plan. They know about Jerry's visions, because Jane can't lie, and doesn't seem inclined to keep it to herself."
"Where does she stand?"
Yarm shrugged and shook his head. "I have no fucking clue. Nobody does. She's staying removed from the argument, answering everyone's questions."
"Well, hopefully with her being still a little green and all, she won't be as much a threat as Sarisa."
Yarm chuffed. "I'm as green as she is."
"Yeah, but you're so big," Gary said. He eyed Yarm with wide eyes until he cracked and they both chuckled.
"Anyways, I wanted to let you know where I'm off to. Try to run this thing in our direction, back here. I'm gonna help Jerry, but I'm also gonna make sure he has to see a little reason."
"Fuck that noise," Yarm said. "Jerry's my best friend. I'm coming with you. Besides, Saerdwin had a talk with Kratos, and he came over to our side. Between the two of them, they'd do a better job leading this faction than I would. Honestly, Saerdwin alone would do a better job, still, but they're kind of a pair."
"Well, go kiss your ole lady and hug your kids then," Gary said. "We're off to war."
----
Gary and Yarm approached Sookie's 'tent' and slowed down warily when they saw the crowd in front. As they paced closer, Gary began to make out faces. Chris was there, as was Ishantee, Ninhursag, Glorfinel and Anansi. Sookie and Mot were in the group.
Everyone was armed and armored.
Sookie stepped forward. "They're all coming," she said. Gary gawked at them. Chris met his eyes. "Brekka and Esmeralda just showed up and told me to go with you. I didn't question it."
Ishantee spoke. "Inanna was a rival for so long, but the last few weeks, we..." She sniffed and wiped her eye. "We became close. And that meant a lot to me."
"Jerry and I might not have been close, but I know better than to bet against him," Anansi said mildly.
"She stole children from me," Ninhursag growled. Gary met Glorfinel's eyes. He shrugged. "I'm with Anansi, really. This seems like the winning play, to me."
Heavy footsteps sounded from behind him, and Gary turned to find Kratos stomping up, dressed in thick leather armor and swinging an enormous warhammer as if it weighed nothing.
"Why we just standing around? I thought we were gonna go smash Sarisa?" he asked, frowning in confusion.
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2023.03.23 18:58 tempuntilifindyou 48 [M4F] #SanFrancisco I can look but I can’t touch
**[PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't contact me if you aren't at least 18 years of age or you’re male, even if you’re the bf or [email protected]#%#&*?>!!!!]**
It's not creepy. I'm just appreciating a work of art.
Maybe you've had a man notice you and you wish he didn't turn his head away?
Or maybe you don't get noticed like you deserve to be?
Maybe you've wanted to tease a man and watch the hardness grow in his pants?
Maybe you like to wear skirts sans panties, and would stand over me?
Maybe you've wanted to cheat, sort of, without really, actually?
Maybe you've wanted to feel sexy, without sex?
(While we both have masks on. Double masks, even, because covid. Even if you're married.)
I want to find just one woman to, while in her chosen state of undress, would like a respectful and respectable gentleman to just be there close and observe... and moan and ogle and take in the beautify before him, while keeping his hands to himself.
Don't get me wrong, I really do like sex. And I'm not a prude. I just really like the feminine form, these are not times to be exchanging bodily fluids, and truth be told I wouldn't want to actually get physical with anyone I don't feel an emotional connection to first. (Yes there are men like that.)
Now, I realize a woman would be cautious about being so vulnerable with a stranger so I expect a lot of our initial conversations would be about placating your justifiable concerns. I'm all about that. A gentleman bears the burden of making a lady feel comfortable enough to proceed.
That said, based on experience with a similar post I tried from a now-deleted account of mine that brought no success, what I won't do is play games, converse with someone who won't tell me where she's located, engage in virtual play of any kind, or just answer questions while not being allowed to ask a few of my own. I'm sorry but I will block one-liners and incoherence.
About me: Not a creep! Really, women approach me in public to ask for directions and children approach me to help find their parents. I'm told I look "smart" and "presentable." I attractive enough to be noticed more when I don't have my ring on. Brown hair. White.
About you: No age limit either way. I guess I'm open to anything for this but in general I have been attracted to relatively more innocent appearances on the scale of things. As for race, I have mostly been attracted to Asian, Black, Latina, and white (in alphabetical order. And I suppose just because I haven't even been around a lot of Middle Eastern women?) Be at least somewhat attractive. If you're exceptionally attractive and you're used to men noticing you, or if you're not so sure and want the compliment of having me in a state of agonizing desire, this might be perfect for you. Especially if you're much younger or older and just want the appreciation with no contact.
Important: Obviously I don't mean just "check you out" while behind in line at the grocery or watching you jog by while you are wearing tight clothes, because I wouldn't need to post an ad for that. This would need to be in a private or semi-private space or some place that is so vast that we're so far from everyone that they won't wonder what I'm doing examining you so closely . Consider wearing nothing, yoga clothes, a swimsuit, underwear, etc. Just as obviously, I am not looking for an "online thing" or even talk about this with someone who isn't in the SF Bay Area or Northern California.
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It's not creepy. I'm just appreciating a work of art.
Maybe you've had a man notice you and you wish he didn't turn his head away?
Or maybe you don't get noticed like you deserve to be?
Maybe you've wanted to tease a man and watch the hardness grow in his pants?
Maybe you like to wear skirts sans panties, and would stand over me?
Maybe you've wanted to cheat, sort of, without really, actually?
Maybe you've wanted to feel sexy, without sex?
(While we both have masks on. Double masks, even, because covid. Even if you're married.)
I want to find just one woman to, while in her chosen state of undress, would like a respectful and respectable gentleman to just be there close and observe... and moan and ogle and take in the beautify before him, while keeping his hands to himself.
Don't get me wrong, I really do like sex. And I'm not a prude. I just really like the feminine form, these are not times to be exchanging bodily fluids, and truth be told I wouldn't want to actually get physical with anyone I don't feel an emotional connection to first. (Yes there are men like that.)
Now, I realize a woman would be cautious about being so vulnerable with a stranger so I expect a lot of our initial conversations would be about placating your justifiable concerns. I'm all about that. A gentleman bears the burden of making a lady feel comfortable enough to proceed.
That said, based on experience with a similar post I tried from a now-deleted account of mine that brought no success, what I won't do is play games, converse with someone who won't tell me where she's located, engage in virtual play of any kind, or just answer questions while not being allowed to ask a few of my own. I'm sorry but I will block one-liners and incoherence.
About me: Not a creep! Really, women approach me in public to ask for directions and children approach me to help find their parents. I'm told I look "smart" and "presentable." I attractive enough to be noticed more when I don't have my ring on. Brown hair. White.
About you: No age limit either way. I guess I'm open to anything for this but in general I have been attracted to relatively more innocent appearances on the scale of things. As for race, I have mostly been attracted to Asian, Black, Latina, and white (in alphabetical order. And I suppose just because I haven't even been around a lot of Middle Eastern women?) Be at least somewhat attractive. If you're exceptionally attractive and you're used to men noticing you, or if you're not so sure and want the compliment of having me in a state of agonizing desire, this might be perfect for you. Especially if you're much younger or older and just want the appreciation with no contact.
Important: Obviously I don't mean just "check you out" while behind in line at the grocery or watching you jog by while you are wearing tight clothes, because I wouldn't need to post an ad for that. This would need to be in a private or semi-private space or some place that is so vast that we're so far from everyone that they won't wonder what I'm doing examining you so closely . Consider wearing nothing, yoga clothes, a swimsuit, underwear, etc. Just as obviously, I am not looking for an "online thing" or even talk about this with someone who isn't in the SF Bay Area or Northern California.
2023.03.23 18:49 11d4k blue stripe breezy pants and the getaway top in cream
hiiiii!!! <3
i just ordered both so im just asking if you own the blue stripe breezy pants or the getaway top in cream i just wanted to ask how do you like them? how do you usually style them and are they see through? how's the sizing?
also do the breezy pants give pajama vibes? i feel like if they're styled nicely they would be okay for the summer but maybe during cold weather they would give too much of a lounge wear vibe to wear to work or school? i feel like i'll love them because they seem so comfy but i'll be bummed out if they give too much of a pajama vibe...
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i just ordered both so im just asking if you own the blue stripe breezy pants or the getaway top in cream i just wanted to ask how do you like them? how do you usually style them and are they see through? how's the sizing?
also do the breezy pants give pajama vibes? i feel like if they're styled nicely they would be okay for the summer but maybe during cold weather they would give too much of a lounge wear vibe to wear to work or school? i feel like i'll love them because they seem so comfy but i'll be bummed out if they give too much of a pajama vibe...
2023.03.23 18:29 rzesgt I love when men stare at my ass in yoga pants JOI
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2023.03.23 18:08 ImmortalJormund Schoolyard Bullies
Two figures darted among the darkness, barely visible in the moonlight. The schoolyard of Pripyat covered their movements, the overgrown flora like a blanket of green and brown they could hide under. The pair's exoskeletons hummed lightly in the night, placed on the silent running configuration that most exos in the Zone have. This makes them far less efficient in carry capacity, and does strain the wearer as he needs to carry most of the weight of the suit then, without the help of the in-built cooler. Still, at times, the extra dampening to the suit's usual cacophony is highly necessary. This saved the two stalkers' lives this time too, as they created less noise than a herd of boars not far from them. This caused a chimera lurking inside the school to attack the boars instead, and as the mutants battled each other, the stalkers slipped by unnoticed.
When the squealing of the wild pigs eventually died down, followed by the sound of their flesh being torn apart by massive claws and fangs, Boris and Felka were long gone. The massive monoblock of Yubileiny service centre glimmered in the moonlight, the electric anomalies crackling on its roof simply adding to the otherworldly glow. Boris had tried to contact Dima on radio, but there had been no reply. Fearing the worst, the pair got closer in a cautious manner. As they were about to sprint over the open ground towards the building, Felka stopped Boris by grabbing his shoulder. As Boris crouched down behind a fence, Felka pointed at a group of five shadows closing in on the building from the direction of the old service centre.
Boris was about to ask Felka if he could see which faction the men belonged to, when a burst from a rifle struck the fence. Chainlinks went flying as Boris and Felka scrambled for cover, and the shadowed group turned towards the noise. On the other side of the school yard, a man in exoskeleton and two acolytes of his in visible Mercenary Wolven and Twilight suits closed in. Normally Boris considered mercs his allies, but they were one of the groups who you never truly trusted with your life. Well, unless you were the richest man in the world, and Boris most certainly was not. Felka's Vikhr replied more out of instinct than a concious reaction. The one in Wolven suit flinched, then crumpled, and Boris could hear his helmet hit the floor with a strong thump.
"You told me Redemption was neutral to mercs! Goddammit Boris, you're not supposed to run faction recruitment like an used car dealership!", Felka growled.
"I would prefer it if these mercs were neutral to us too, but sometimes you get dealt a shitty hand!", Boris yelled, pushing Felka to cover behind the school corner as a bullet struck a big tile off it.
"We were both renegades, you do remember that? I know all about being dealt a shitty fucking hand.", Felka cursed, panting as more rounds struck their hideout.
"Into the school, go, go! We're sitting ducks if we stay yapping here.", Boris ordered.
"Oh fuck no, I don't need no educ-", Felka began to answer, but was cut off as Boris slapped him on the helmet and pushed him onwards.
They ran for the entrance as fire from multiple guns raked the asphalt and tile walls of the school around them. Boris' powerpack took a hit, and he could hear it whirr in less than healthy manner. Switching to the auxiliary power source, he kicked the suit forward, just making it inside the school. He checked the display on his wrist as Felka laid down covering fire, the auxiliary battery was at 80 percent of charge. It would last roughly an hour.
"I've got a hour of juice in this thing, less in combat strain!", Boris notified his companion, shouting over the gunfire.
"Chyort, as if this isn't hard enough already. Okay, any plans, bossman?", Felka asked.
"Yes. I'll keep them occupied here, climb on the third floor and jump through the window onto the roof. If we're lucky, you may get around them and cut the down.", Boris ordered, and Felka nodded, rising from his position.
Boris took cover behind the window, propping his machine gun on the sill. Despite the darkness outside, he could see targets up ahead. His RPD barked three bursts into the night, striking one of the shadowed attackers. The target stumbled back, holding his hand. Boris switched to the next spectre in the moonlight, his rounds striking true once more. This time his victim fell down face first. The rest of the original squad had dispersed, hiding behind various objects or bushes. Boris' position was starting to attract far too much fire, and he thought it best to retreat. Rising from his cover, machine gun still firing, a shot struck his helmet at full force. Boris could feel his ears ring and blood trickly down his forehead.
"Ayy mlya, feels like Tooth's moonshine hangover... Gotta keep going, blyat.", he muttered in pain.
Shambling back inside the school, he tried to pull through the pain and shock. The surviving concious part of his brain analyzed that there was not enough blood streaming down his moustache and lips for the hit to have been too dangerous. Another part of his pain replied that this wasn't particularly helpful as the head still felt like somebody had lodged it into a vice and pressed hard. Felka's voice echoed in the radio, the shitty microphone of his renegade suit not helping Boris' pounding headache:
"I got to the roof, and the squad you were shooting at is closing in. I'll try something bit risky, try to locate the two guys closing in from the yard in the meanwhile."
"Risky? No, keep yourself alive instead... Felka? Goddamn it.", Boris replied and cursed as only static met his words.
The fog inside his head was dissipating a bit, and Boris struggled onwards, opening his helmet visor momentarily to wipe the blood off his eyelashes. There was a bruised wound on his forehead, but it seemed to be only a surface one. MASKA had saved his life once again, Boris thought to himself, and silently said a prayer for Forester's health. Turning on his night-vision once more, Boris spotted movement in the dark. The merc he had seen earlier, in the blue Twilight suit, stepped out of a staircase and opened fire. Boris turned just in the nick of time to catch the .45 ACP rounds into his battleplate. The rhytmic thumping of the bullets dulling themselves on it matched the merc's expression slowly turning to horror. Boris' RPD turned to answer, and the staircase turned into a cloud of dust and debris as a swarm of bullets covered it.
The merc held his chest, the Vector dropping on the ground beside him with a resounding clang. It was followed by the man's body crashing next to it. Boris watched it with grim satisfaction. Peace and quiet was not on the schedule for the Redemption leader, however, as the remnants of the original squad of enemies rushed into the school. Boris had just enough time to take cover behind a pillar as various AR-platform rifles sent a fusillade into his old location. The mercenaries were coming from the yard, firing through the window, and one was now entering through the doorframe. Boris could see a red laser creep on the floor towards the pillar, and the Redeemed got ready to strike. Odds were not in his favour, as he knew the soldier of fortune's friend was aiming at the pillar through the window.
Just as Boris braced himself for a very uneven fight, a sound not too dissimilar of dropping a ton block of steel on to the ground could be heard from the outside. It was followed by a cry of pain, and a suppressed burst from a rifle. Boris turned to see what was going on, and to his surprise, Felka was standing on a very mangled-up corpse of a mercenary next to the door. The bloodhound who had entered the school lay dead on the floor too, shot three times in the back.
"Told you I had a plan!", Felka cheered with a smug grin.
"You... jumped on the merc?", Boris asked.
"170 kilos of flesh, bones and armour dropping on you like a sack of potatoes does not do wonders for your health.", Felka laughed, stepping off the carcass.
"Alright, neat ambush. Now, let's get to Yubi-", Boris began, when more gunshots echoed in the empty city.
Next seconds felt like hours to Boris. He saw Felka turn towards the sound of the shots, then blood spurted from his back. Boris took three quick steps towards him. He realized now that there had indeed been five merc near the community centre and they had killed four outside. Felka fell down, and that was when Boris felt pain in leg too, somebody kicking his knee from behind at full force. Grimacing, Boris tried to fight back, pulling his kukri off its sheath and thrusting it behind him. To his surprise, whoever had sneaked behind Boris managed to dodge. The attacker struck his arm down with a sickening crunch resounding from it. Surge of pain shot up from it, sending Boris' neurons to high alert, but they had little time to process the new state as a rifle butt struck his head. World swept around him, and one rare stable moment revealed a man in mercenary exoskeleton, using a digital grey camouflage.
"This is for my men, suka. And for Jackal, you Degtyarev's little mongrel pet.", the merc hissed, and another rifle butt brought darkness to the world.
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When the squealing of the wild pigs eventually died down, followed by the sound of their flesh being torn apart by massive claws and fangs, Boris and Felka were long gone. The massive monoblock of Yubileiny service centre glimmered in the moonlight, the electric anomalies crackling on its roof simply adding to the otherworldly glow. Boris had tried to contact Dima on radio, but there had been no reply. Fearing the worst, the pair got closer in a cautious manner. As they were about to sprint over the open ground towards the building, Felka stopped Boris by grabbing his shoulder. As Boris crouched down behind a fence, Felka pointed at a group of five shadows closing in on the building from the direction of the old service centre.
Boris was about to ask Felka if he could see which faction the men belonged to, when a burst from a rifle struck the fence. Chainlinks went flying as Boris and Felka scrambled for cover, and the shadowed group turned towards the noise. On the other side of the school yard, a man in exoskeleton and two acolytes of his in visible Mercenary Wolven and Twilight suits closed in. Normally Boris considered mercs his allies, but they were one of the groups who you never truly trusted with your life. Well, unless you were the richest man in the world, and Boris most certainly was not. Felka's Vikhr replied more out of instinct than a concious reaction. The one in Wolven suit flinched, then crumpled, and Boris could hear his helmet hit the floor with a strong thump.
"You told me Redemption was neutral to mercs! Goddammit Boris, you're not supposed to run faction recruitment like an used car dealership!", Felka growled.
"I would prefer it if these mercs were neutral to us too, but sometimes you get dealt a shitty hand!", Boris yelled, pushing Felka to cover behind the school corner as a bullet struck a big tile off it.
"We were both renegades, you do remember that? I know all about being dealt a shitty fucking hand.", Felka cursed, panting as more rounds struck their hideout.
"Into the school, go, go! We're sitting ducks if we stay yapping here.", Boris ordered.
"Oh fuck no, I don't need no educ-", Felka began to answer, but was cut off as Boris slapped him on the helmet and pushed him onwards.
They ran for the entrance as fire from multiple guns raked the asphalt and tile walls of the school around them. Boris' powerpack took a hit, and he could hear it whirr in less than healthy manner. Switching to the auxiliary power source, he kicked the suit forward, just making it inside the school. He checked the display on his wrist as Felka laid down covering fire, the auxiliary battery was at 80 percent of charge. It would last roughly an hour.
"I've got a hour of juice in this thing, less in combat strain!", Boris notified his companion, shouting over the gunfire.
"Chyort, as if this isn't hard enough already. Okay, any plans, bossman?", Felka asked.
"Yes. I'll keep them occupied here, climb on the third floor and jump through the window onto the roof. If we're lucky, you may get around them and cut the down.", Boris ordered, and Felka nodded, rising from his position.
Boris took cover behind the window, propping his machine gun on the sill. Despite the darkness outside, he could see targets up ahead. His RPD barked three bursts into the night, striking one of the shadowed attackers. The target stumbled back, holding his hand. Boris switched to the next spectre in the moonlight, his rounds striking true once more. This time his victim fell down face first. The rest of the original squad had dispersed, hiding behind various objects or bushes. Boris' position was starting to attract far too much fire, and he thought it best to retreat. Rising from his cover, machine gun still firing, a shot struck his helmet at full force. Boris could feel his ears ring and blood trickly down his forehead.
"Ayy mlya, feels like Tooth's moonshine hangover... Gotta keep going, blyat.", he muttered in pain.
Shambling back inside the school, he tried to pull through the pain and shock. The surviving concious part of his brain analyzed that there was not enough blood streaming down his moustache and lips for the hit to have been too dangerous. Another part of his pain replied that this wasn't particularly helpful as the head still felt like somebody had lodged it into a vice and pressed hard. Felka's voice echoed in the radio, the shitty microphone of his renegade suit not helping Boris' pounding headache:
"I got to the roof, and the squad you were shooting at is closing in. I'll try something bit risky, try to locate the two guys closing in from the yard in the meanwhile."
"Risky? No, keep yourself alive instead... Felka? Goddamn it.", Boris replied and cursed as only static met his words.
The fog inside his head was dissipating a bit, and Boris struggled onwards, opening his helmet visor momentarily to wipe the blood off his eyelashes. There was a bruised wound on his forehead, but it seemed to be only a surface one. MASKA had saved his life once again, Boris thought to himself, and silently said a prayer for Forester's health. Turning on his night-vision once more, Boris spotted movement in the dark. The merc he had seen earlier, in the blue Twilight suit, stepped out of a staircase and opened fire. Boris turned just in the nick of time to catch the .45 ACP rounds into his battleplate. The rhytmic thumping of the bullets dulling themselves on it matched the merc's expression slowly turning to horror. Boris' RPD turned to answer, and the staircase turned into a cloud of dust and debris as a swarm of bullets covered it.
The merc held his chest, the Vector dropping on the ground beside him with a resounding clang. It was followed by the man's body crashing next to it. Boris watched it with grim satisfaction. Peace and quiet was not on the schedule for the Redemption leader, however, as the remnants of the original squad of enemies rushed into the school. Boris had just enough time to take cover behind a pillar as various AR-platform rifles sent a fusillade into his old location. The mercenaries were coming from the yard, firing through the window, and one was now entering through the doorframe. Boris could see a red laser creep on the floor towards the pillar, and the Redeemed got ready to strike. Odds were not in his favour, as he knew the soldier of fortune's friend was aiming at the pillar through the window.
Just as Boris braced himself for a very uneven fight, a sound not too dissimilar of dropping a ton block of steel on to the ground could be heard from the outside. It was followed by a cry of pain, and a suppressed burst from a rifle. Boris turned to see what was going on, and to his surprise, Felka was standing on a very mangled-up corpse of a mercenary next to the door. The bloodhound who had entered the school lay dead on the floor too, shot three times in the back.
"Told you I had a plan!", Felka cheered with a smug grin.
"You... jumped on the merc?", Boris asked.
"170 kilos of flesh, bones and armour dropping on you like a sack of potatoes does not do wonders for your health.", Felka laughed, stepping off the carcass.
"Alright, neat ambush. Now, let's get to Yubi-", Boris began, when more gunshots echoed in the empty city.
Next seconds felt like hours to Boris. He saw Felka turn towards the sound of the shots, then blood spurted from his back. Boris took three quick steps towards him. He realized now that there had indeed been five merc near the community centre and they had killed four outside. Felka fell down, and that was when Boris felt pain in leg too, somebody kicking his knee from behind at full force. Grimacing, Boris tried to fight back, pulling his kukri off its sheath and thrusting it behind him. To his surprise, whoever had sneaked behind Boris managed to dodge. The attacker struck his arm down with a sickening crunch resounding from it. Surge of pain shot up from it, sending Boris' neurons to high alert, but they had little time to process the new state as a rifle butt struck his head. World swept around him, and one rare stable moment revealed a man in mercenary exoskeleton, using a digital grey camouflage.
"This is for my men, suka. And for Jackal, you Degtyarev's little mongrel pet.", the merc hissed, and another rifle butt brought darkness to the world.
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2023.03.23 17:57 Familiar-Farm8317 Finding someone who will prescribe take as needed? (horrible ADD habit forming from inappropriate medical assistance)
I started my adderall around 17 or 18 years old in high school I was on it for about the entire duration. I went to school graduated and went to work. Worked multiple jobs at fastfood and restaurants.
One day I was having a painful day with my bottom side. Something caused my pants to bleed profusely (male) I was also in a LDR with someone who was struggling with a serious sexual assault problem.
At the same time I saw my doctor he performed a external hemorrhoid incision which caused my anal fissure I still havent healed from today ( 4 years ago). I had a mental breakdown over my relationship (we still talk) and caused me to go a little coo coo.
I went to a institution in Ohio called Greater Cincinnati Behavioral. They diagnosed me with schizo affective disorder depressive (I disagree with this diagnosis) I was in ALOT of pain due to that surgery and just needed a break off work.
It was only a 15 min conversation. Anyways to get help I complied (unable to work due to pain) they removed me off my adderall at the time which was 20mgs IR. I asked for it back politely but had been doing so well off work I said id wait. Next time I went they refused to give it to me unless I took Invega sustenna injections (worst choice of my life) It was horrible. I did not need that medicine. It caused me to gain 120 lbs I was 300 with a anal fissure. Extremely painful. She only gave me 5 mg of IR adderall so I took more to make it work. Turns out the invega cancels out the adderall for men.
FDA still somehow approved this JUNK. Hell on earth for me trying to get my meds to work with weight and a ailment that I still havent healed from. Anyways they would only give me week supplies or two weeks. DID NOT HELP.
I still took more of my meds long after the injections. It stays in your system for seasons. It caused me ultimately to be unable to take my meds as directed. I don't think I can go back to that anymore.
I know this story is long and unique to me but is there anyone who can help? I want to find a doctor who will prescribe me Vyvanse and Adderall IR as needed daily. I cant do it anymore with this organization. I admitted to my other providers about my issues and self harmed this year.
They are hurting me as a person GCB. Greater Cincinnati Behavioral
I believe I struggle with severe exhaustion and loneliness which contributes to my ADD
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One day I was having a painful day with my bottom side. Something caused my pants to bleed profusely (male) I was also in a LDR with someone who was struggling with a serious sexual assault problem.
At the same time I saw my doctor he performed a external hemorrhoid incision which caused my anal fissure I still havent healed from today ( 4 years ago). I had a mental breakdown over my relationship (we still talk) and caused me to go a little coo coo.
I went to a institution in Ohio called Greater Cincinnati Behavioral. They diagnosed me with schizo affective disorder depressive (I disagree with this diagnosis) I was in ALOT of pain due to that surgery and just needed a break off work.
It was only a 15 min conversation. Anyways to get help I complied (unable to work due to pain) they removed me off my adderall at the time which was 20mgs IR. I asked for it back politely but had been doing so well off work I said id wait. Next time I went they refused to give it to me unless I took Invega sustenna injections (worst choice of my life) It was horrible. I did not need that medicine. It caused me to gain 120 lbs I was 300 with a anal fissure. Extremely painful. She only gave me 5 mg of IR adderall so I took more to make it work. Turns out the invega cancels out the adderall for men.
FDA still somehow approved this JUNK. Hell on earth for me trying to get my meds to work with weight and a ailment that I still havent healed from. Anyways they would only give me week supplies or two weeks. DID NOT HELP.
I still took more of my meds long after the injections. It stays in your system for seasons. It caused me ultimately to be unable to take my meds as directed. I don't think I can go back to that anymore.
I know this story is long and unique to me but is there anyone who can help? I want to find a doctor who will prescribe me Vyvanse and Adderall IR as needed daily. I cant do it anymore with this organization. I admitted to my other providers about my issues and self harmed this year.
They are hurting me as a person GCB. Greater Cincinnati Behavioral
I believe I struggle with severe exhaustion and loneliness which contributes to my ADD